Tragedy strikes the Torchwood team. As always, I'm merely borrowing from the BBC and will return their toys before the streetlights come on.

After experimenting with something Jack insisted was perfectly safe, Ianto has developed an unusual affliction. Written for fic promptly.

Tosh has her own ways of striking back at Owen when he does something that upsets her. Written for fic promptly.

Dans le cadre d'ateliers Drabble (animés par la merveilleuse Elizabeth Mary Holmes), j'ai eu l'occasion d'écrire sur Torchwood. je vous livre ici ces drabbles (textes courts d'une centaine de mots). Chaque texte a été écrit selon un mot imposé par l'un.e ou l'autre participant.e.

AU 1.11 'Combat'. Gwen ne supporte plus la tension et les mensonges entre elle et Rhys. Elle décide d'y mettre un terme, et ce même si cela lui brise le cœur. Elle aurait simplement souhaité ne pas le faire au restaurant.

On a Rift retrieval out in the countryside, the Torchwood Team witness a strange and beautiful phenomenon. Some team fluff written for fic promptly.

Le grand Capitaine Jack Harkness est inconstant, agaçant, arrogant. Et Ianto, toujours, l'attend. Quelques moments du point de vue de Ianto Jones.

Jack and Ianto make an astounding discovery one morning. A silly, fluffy little ficlet written for fic promptly.

Owen and Gwen are being annoying and get what they deserve. I would't call this character bashing, but some might, so Gwen (and Owen) lovers beware. Set just before or near the start of Greeks Bearing Gifts. Written for fic promptly.

Five times Jack said "I love you," and one time he didn't. A history of miscommunication, and the importance of things left unsaid. (Spoilers for Torchwood: Outbreak.)

Jack has seen so much horror in his life. How is it possible that one person can give him butterflies? (Fluff, cuteness, maybe you'll cry, it is kinda sad,but like the good kind of sad)

Coat and Jack have become casualties again. It's a hard life being Jack's Coat. Written for fic promptly.

As Ianto stands at his mother's grave, he thinks about the past and confesses the true nature of his job.

Jack ne savait pas pourquoi il avait eu soudainement besoin de lui demander ça. Il avait peur. Mais Ianto était là. Prêt à l'aider. Alors Jack se devait d'essayer. Parce qu'il n'en pouvait plus d'espérer.

Et si Jack avait vraiment exécuté Ianto lors de l'affaire avec la Cyberwoman ? Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones. AU. Toshiko, Owen, Gwen, Martha

Being invited to join Torchwood is Andy Davidson's dream come true, but he hasn't got off to a very encouraging start… Written for Prompt #033 – Jury's Out at fandomweekly.

Getting injured is par for the course when you work for Torchwood, but it can be damned inconvenient. Written for Challenge 55: Pain at beattheblackdog.

Quand la Team travaille, elle travaille sérieusement. Enfin, elle devrait, mais quelle idée d'avoir un système de messages instantanés installé sur tous les postes? [1 chapitre par épisode, sous forme de messages seulement; un peu tous les genres] (Attention, language cru parce qu'Owen se lâche des fois, et références sexuelles)

Ianto usually tried not to think too much about his situation, but sometimes he realised that his life was heading nowhere. [Day 3 of "7 days/7 fics"]

AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH! Ianto snaps (gently)

So, Ford's pregnancy is kicking in, bumpy is getting obvious and nothing seems to make him feel sexy or in control righ tnow. Jack is desperate to show his sexy mate that he still rings his bell. Add the lovely new bond between Fords's son Andy and his Red and you have quite the mix of hormones in the Hub. Owen is feeling a little fed up with it all really. ALT VERSE, smut...

Owen has made a new and rather strange friend. Written for torchwood fest last year.

So now we admit this story was always about Ianto, not his son like he wanted you to think. Things are changing as babies start appearing around him and he gets that familiar glow of baby brain. Of course...the brain is a funny thing. I have bad grammer, spelling and my writing is not for everyone. Plese don't read if you don't like my stories. Sorry.

SMUT WARNING. Heavy M/M. DO NOT READ IF SLASH BOTHERS YOU. MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. Everyone writes a Ianto that is more than willing, but I always thought he'd be a little timid. Jack was his first man.

Zaciskasz oczy, lecz nie potrafisz sobie wmówić, że kiedy je otworzysz, on będzie tuż obok. Minęło niemal pół roku odkąd go straciłeś i wciąż nie możesz się z tym pogodzić. Ianto/Jack, kanonicznie i bardzo depresyjnie. Nawiązania do słuchowiska "The House of the Dead".