An Unexpected Find, Cura Deum Di Sint
Torchwood: general series table
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 4. Fluff
Title: An Unexpected Find
Author: Katrine
Rating: Teen
Length: medium
Brief summary: It's one of those "the characters discover fanfic" stories. When done well, like here, they can be most entertaining.
"Where did you find these?" [Owen] asked.
Tosh shrugged. "It was a long week, and Ianto and I were Googling names just to see what came up, and one thing led to another, and..."
"And suddenly, you like to call me 'Tea-boy,' Jack has managed to get me pregnant no less than fifty times, Gwen and Tosh have done it in the cells, and Myfanwy...well, we don't like to talk about it," Ianto finished, looking smug.
Jack was still scrolling. "Now this is just ridiculous. To do that, all three of you would have to be double-jointed, and somebody's going to have to hold their breath for a very, very long time."
"I don't want to know," Owen said quickly. "I'm going to have to retcon this conversation away as it is."
Link: An Unexpected Find
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 9. Hurt/comfort
Title: Cura Deum Di Sint
Author: Zabbers
Rating: Adult
Length: long
Brief summary: Here's a painful Jack/Ianto fic with an interesting ending. It's Ianto-centric, very deep.
For the next twenty-four hours, [Jack] was in and out of consciousness. Sometimes it was sleep, and sometimes it was a deeper oblivion. The paltry doses weren't nearly enough, and Ianto wished more than once that he had access to the medicines he'd stolen from Owen's stores for Lisa. He knew, better than most, what things might work, and what each tight expression meant, both waking and in slumber.
He hated this helplessness.
Two things happened at the twenty-fifth hour: first, the sky opened like a wound, and suddenly they were caught in the most torrential downpour he had seen all summer. Second, Jack woke, and this time, not only stayed awake but demonstrated a lucidity that said he was through the initial difficulty. Pain broke, like a fever, and for a while at least, Jack would be present in body and in mind.
Link: Cura Deum Di Sint
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 4. Fluff
Title: An Unexpected Find
Author: Katrine
Rating: Teen
Length: medium
Brief summary: It's one of those "the characters discover fanfic" stories. When done well, like here, they can be most entertaining.
"Where did you find these?" [Owen] asked.
Tosh shrugged. "It was a long week, and Ianto and I were Googling names just to see what came up, and one thing led to another, and..."
"And suddenly, you like to call me 'Tea-boy,' Jack has managed to get me pregnant no less than fifty times, Gwen and Tosh have done it in the cells, and Myfanwy...well, we don't like to talk about it," Ianto finished, looking smug.
Jack was still scrolling. "Now this is just ridiculous. To do that, all three of you would have to be double-jointed, and somebody's going to have to hold their breath for a very, very long time."
"I don't want to know," Owen said quickly. "I'm going to have to retcon this conversation away as it is."
Link: An Unexpected Find
Claim: Torchwood: general series
Prompt: 9. Hurt/comfort
Title: Cura Deum Di Sint
Author: Zabbers
Rating: Adult
Length: long
Brief summary: Here's a painful Jack/Ianto fic with an interesting ending. It's Ianto-centric, very deep.
For the next twenty-four hours, [Jack] was in and out of consciousness. Sometimes it was sleep, and sometimes it was a deeper oblivion. The paltry doses weren't nearly enough, and Ianto wished more than once that he had access to the medicines he'd stolen from Owen's stores for Lisa. He knew, better than most, what things might work, and what each tight expression meant, both waking and in slumber.
He hated this helplessness.
Two things happened at the twenty-fifth hour: first, the sky opened like a wound, and suddenly they were caught in the most torrential downpour he had seen all summer. Second, Jack woke, and this time, not only stayed awake but demonstrated a lucidity that said he was through the initial difficulty. Pain broke, like a fever, and for a while at least, Jack would be present in body and in mind.
Link: Cura Deum Di Sint