Ianto's baffled by Jack's love of rooftops. Jack explains, and the answer isn't what Ianto might have expected. Written for the prompt 'Any, any, look down' at fic promptly.

Jack Harkness is a widower when he meets Ianto Jones outside a club. The story is an AU. Please review x

This is about the romance between Jack and Ianto because you've got to love it. It is "M" in case I get "M rated" ideas.

Gwen is contemplative, lying awake in the dark. Written for the prompt 'Torchwood, Gwen/Rhys, overdue,' at fic promptly. Yeah, I wrote Gwen and without even bashing her... Go figure

Walking in on our boys is nothing new for Torchwood, but some things just can't be unseen...Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas.

It's not always the big things that cause problems… Team fic written for the prompt 'Torchwood, the little things,' at fic promptly.

Ianto names the Weevils and John pays him a visit.

In a case where Ianto is enjoying a banana and unconsciously teasing Jack-Or is he! ((Rated T for a blowjob.))

Ianto receives a present in the mail, what did he get? What does Jack have to say about this?

On a retrieval mission, Ianto realises he really should have been more alert for danger. Written for the prompt 'Ambushed,' at fic promptly.

Gerald Carter considers the impact his feelings towards Harriet Derbyshire might have on both their careers. Set soon after Harriet joins Torchwood. Written for the prompt 'Gerald can't deny his attraction to Harriet, but he's married to the job,' at fic promptly

In the middle of all the craziness, Jack and Ianto have some moments of normality. A collection of short stories.

Ever since forever, the stars have spoken to Ianto. It takes him a while to find out why. Or in which Ianto is, quite literally, a star. AU, for MissingMommy.

Ianto has a lot of mouths to feed, but it's all in a day's work for Torchwood's General Support Officer. Written for the prompt 'Torchwood, Ianto, feeding the Hub residents,' at fic promptly.

Missing scene from End of Days

John loves Jack a lot more than Jack loves John

Owen's acting decidedly un-Owen like. The team want to know why. Written for the prompt 'Ianto, Owen. When Owen starts being nice to everyone, Ianto looks for pods,' at fic promptly.

Ianto Jones was back on the ground after the terrifying fiasco aboard the SkyPuncher. Injured, alone, and arrested, he still has to deal with UNIT, the rest of the Torchwood team—and the reappearance of his difficult boss. *Spoilers for The Conspiracy and Fall to Earth*

As mornings go, this one is among the strangest, and the most disturbing, Ianto's ever had. A spot of humour written for a prompt on comment fic.

Myfanwy tries to put her nestlings in order. Set in the Nestlings verse before Red Non-nestling.

Watched the Island the other day and this happened before I could stop it. Not really a Torchwood re-write but mostly The Island used as a format. Ianto and Jack are friends, waiting to go to the island. Ianto's trip is guaranteed but Jack learns that this is not what they thought and he must save the man he secretly loves. Soft Smut and last chap will be naughty smut, OK?

Third in my After Hours Series. WARNING: MAY CONTAIN VIOLENCE SEX AND SWEARING. rated M for safety. Warning 2 May contain Gwen Bashing. so don't like don't read. SLASH HET F/F

Jack and Ianto get more than their share of second chances. Spoilers for most of the series, through CoE and House of the Dead radio play. This is a fix-it, sort of a slight AU of my story Through Time and Space, written last year before I wrote that epic, for the prompt 'Jack/Ianto, second chances,' at fic promptly.

After retriving an Alien artifact in their latest mission Tosh gets an encounter with a mysterious stranger who changes her life forever. It's up to Owen to snap her out of her daze but will he be too late?

Ok basically this is what I think it would be like if Ianto Jones came back to life. The setting is in a Mansion in California in an alternate universe. Characters from differently fandoms and films have come here. Falling through rifts and portals. With no idea how they got there. (Let me know what you think in the comments. I apologize for spelling )