Ttile: My Room Versus Your Room
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Pairings: Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones
Word count: 827
Spoilers: Yes
Disclaimer: Neither the song, nor Torchwood and certainly not the characters used belong to me. (They belong to people who didn't know how to use them). Torchwood belongs to BBC Wales & Russell T. Davies.

( My room vs your room )

The Jazz Age is the second album by the British alternative rock band Jack, released in August 1998. It was recorded in Wales and London in late 1997 and early 1998, and was produced by Darren Allison.

One of the album's songs was "My World versus Your WorldAbout 3 years ago (April 2011), I started writing a ficlet for each line of the song. And ( Read more... )

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Torchwood

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Warm waves tickled his feet. The sand felt cool under his legs and Jack’s chest was the best pillow he had ever used. His husband’s fingers threaded through his hair and the sun caressed his naked skin. He sighed contently enjoying the moment.

“What are you thinking?” Jack’s voice seemed to penetrate his dreamlike stupor.

“Nothing. I’m just ( Read more... )

Thanks to badly_knitted, I decided to take a cottoncandy-bingo card. Hopefully, this will give me the right inspiration to get back to writing! I haven't done anything like this before, but I need a way to push away my laziness and melancholy.

Online dating / relationship It's okay Teaching / Learning Feathers Future
Mismatch Elevator ( Read more... )

So I'm sitting here having multiple word files open; when I go to bed at night all the ideas attack me when I try to sleep.

What to be done?

1. Finish "the Wrong decision"
2. Finish story 1 of a series for season 3-fix the mess.
3. AU idea taking place in Africa. (all the above torchwood)
4. NCIS au story.
5. To write original story or to write Hannibal story?

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There was a moment of inexpressible confusion. Hart had retreated, horror-stricken, when he felt the warm rain of blood fall upon his face. Jack had darted forward, caught hold of Ianto just as John staggered away, and taking him in his arms waited for Owen to reach them.

The doctor pushed Jack’s hands away and ripped his clothes quickly to check ( Read more... )

That morning, Ianto kept trying -unsuccessfully- to make his visitors leave him alone. First his brother, then Owen. Wen had come early in the morning, to ask him how he was. The irony hadn’t gone unnoticed by any of the brothers. Owen found them talking quietly. The knock on the door surprised them both.

“You look pale. Did you sleep at all?” ( Read more... )