The Care and Feeding Of, A Folded Lie
Torchwood: general series table
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 3. Angst
Title: The Care and Feeding Of
Author: Lovechilde
Rating: All Ages
Length: medium
Brief summary: Following the events of Cyberwoman, Ianto decides to deal with Myfanwy again. It's a cathartic experience for him.
He raised his head, rubbing the stiffness out of his neck, and froze mid-motion. Not three feet away, Myfanwy was watching him with one patient, yellow eye. She was perched oddly on her clawed hind feet, balancing, just watching him.
"Go away." He closed his eyes. Then he opened them and looked up at Jack's office. The desk light was still on, but the door was closed and the glass walls darkened for privacy. From the general feel of the incident, Ianto didn't think it'd be wise to bother Jack just now. And the pterodactyl was clearly hungry, damn her. He considered just letting her own for her nightly flight without feeding her. So what if she snatched an unguarded sheep or somebody's dog? It'd happened before. Jack had been rather angry, every time. Someone might shoot her...Ianto's hand hovered over the lever that opened the roof. Let someone shoot her, please.
Link: The Care and Feeding Of
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 5. Sex
Title: A Folded Lie
Author: termagantwrites
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Brief summary: Ianto/Jack, written in second person. And written well in second person, at that. This is a very intense fic.
Jack has a way of pretending not to be paying attention, but you know that he is always alert, always aware of everything around him. He was sitting backward on a swivelling computer chair, one arm rested atop the back and the other dangling down by his side with that artless grace he has; eyes and smile gave his full attention to the story Gwen was telling about Rhys' mum. The third time you walked behind him that dangling hand caught your wrist. He kept looking and smiling at Gwen, laughing at the right points in the story, and you couldn't do anything but stand there as his thumb and middle finger gently manipulated all the little bones of your wrist, stroked circles on your skin.
Link: A Folded Lie
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 3. Angst
Title: The Care and Feeding Of
Author: Lovechilde
Rating: All Ages
Length: medium
Brief summary: Following the events of Cyberwoman, Ianto decides to deal with Myfanwy again. It's a cathartic experience for him.
He raised his head, rubbing the stiffness out of his neck, and froze mid-motion. Not three feet away, Myfanwy was watching him with one patient, yellow eye. She was perched oddly on her clawed hind feet, balancing, just watching him.
"Go away." He closed his eyes. Then he opened them and looked up at Jack's office. The desk light was still on, but the door was closed and the glass walls darkened for privacy. From the general feel of the incident, Ianto didn't think it'd be wise to bother Jack just now. And the pterodactyl was clearly hungry, damn her. He considered just letting her own for her nightly flight without feeding her. So what if she snatched an unguarded sheep or somebody's dog? It'd happened before. Jack had been rather angry, every time. Someone might shoot her...Ianto's hand hovered over the lever that opened the roof. Let someone shoot her, please.
Link: The Care and Feeding Of
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 5. Sex
Title: A Folded Lie
Author: termagantwrites
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Brief summary: Ianto/Jack, written in second person. And written well in second person, at that. This is a very intense fic.
Jack has a way of pretending not to be paying attention, but you know that he is always alert, always aware of everything around him. He was sitting backward on a swivelling computer chair, one arm rested atop the back and the other dangling down by his side with that artless grace he has; eyes and smile gave his full attention to the story Gwen was telling about Rhys' mum. The third time you walked behind him that dangling hand caught your wrist. He kept looking and smiling at Gwen, laughing at the right points in the story, and you couldn't do anything but stand there as his thumb and middle finger gently manipulated all the little bones of your wrist, stroked circles on your skin.
Link: A Folded Lie