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Masterlist of FanFiction

Torchwood / Doctor Who Fanfiction


Drabbles
Title: Callipygian
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG13 i guess
Genre: slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were then this wouldn't need writing
Warnings: none. Apart from gawking
Short Summary: promoted by appliedmethodology 'Callipygian'
Notes: Unbetaed. And not 100 words because I'm a rebel.

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Title: The Only One
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto Jack/Ten friendship
Rating: PG13 for angst
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, FixIt
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were then this wouldn't need writing
Warnings: Spoilers Major spoilers for CoE. Character death, angstyness
Short Summary: Jack is broken, and the Doctor fixes him
Notes: Post CoE. In this, jack is not the face of boe. So i guess that makes it slightly AU

Title:
Pain
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG-ish for angst
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, FixIt, More Angst
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Serious angst and spoilers for CoE
Short Summary: Kinda fixit ish. Set between Day 4 and 5. An insight into the grief we never saw.
Notes: Sorry! The plot bunnies of angst made me do it


Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto 
Rating: PG13 i guess for angst and mentions of nekkidness.
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance, FixIt
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing. 
Warnings: Spoilers for all Torchwood, just to be safe. Especially Children Of Earth. 
Short Summary: Erm, idek what i can say about this one without giving anything away x 
Notes: slightly OOC? Maybe? idk, lol x



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Title: Hope (unfinished)
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG (for now ;D)
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Spoilers for all Torchwood i think. Especially Children Of Earth.
Short Summary: a young girl, a long way from home, could be the answer to everything. If only they had the strength to hope.
Notes: my series 4 idea, basically. Sending telepathic messages to RTD now *briiinnnnggg bacckkkk ianntttooooo*


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Title: Rebirth (Unfinished)
Fandom: Doctor Who / Torchwood
Rating: PG13 i guess for angst, but not much. Ohh, and some nekkid-ness
Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Spoilers for all Torchwood, just to be safe. Especially Children Of Earth. And up to Gridlock in Doctor Who series 3
Short Summary: Helloo, fixed point in time and space, duh! the Face can't die!
Notes: Merr. just felt like writing it. Unbetaed. so fix if you can x. Was ment to be a two ish part thing. That didn't quite work out, lol

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Title: Movement
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: up to PG15 so far
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: No spoilers. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg )
Short Summary: Movement changes everything and everyone.
Notes: Unbeta'd, so fix if you can. Started as a oneshot, but you pesky lot made me want to write more ;P x

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Harry Potter Fanfiction
Oneshots
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius, Remus/Tonks
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Genre: Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. All recognisable characters/locations/situations belong to her, not to me. No copyright infringement intended. No money is being made from this. 
Warnings: Swearing, angst, vague mentions of suicide
Short Summary: "I’m not stupid, I know that this is unhealthy. No one in their right mind writes letters to their dead lover and hides them under the floorboards."
Notes: Unbetad, and my first ever HP fic. Be gentle with me xx


Merlin Fanfiction
Drabbles


Title: Perhaps
Fandom, Pairing: Merlin, merlin/arthur
Rating: PG i guess. idk.
Genre: angst, romance, slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were then this wouldn't need writing
Warnings: none
Short Summary: prompted by withnoplan. 'Perhaps'
Notes: It's supposed to be a drabble, but it's not 100 words. I'm a rebel.

Oneshots

Title: Scars and Memory
Fandom, Pairing: Merlin, merlin/arthur
Rating: PG i guess. idk.
Genre: romance, slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were then this wouldn't need writing
Warnings: none
Short Summary: prompted by anonymous. 'merthur; scars and memories'
Notes: Rushed and unbetad. I'm terrible.

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Callipygian

Title: Callipygian
Fandom, Pairing: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG13 i guess
Genre: slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were then this wouldn't need writing
Warnings: none. Apart from gawking
Short Summary: promoted by appliedmethodology 'Callipygian'
Notes: Unbetaed. And not 100 words because I'm a rebel.


He can’t stop himself. It’s a completely involuntary reaction to having him like this. He has to look. Or rather, gawk. Unashamedly.

It’s hardly Jack’s fault that so many of the artefacts he needs are on low shelves. It’s not as if he deliberately asks for certain files to be fetched so he can be rewarded with this glorious sight. And he certainly doesn’t zoom in on the CCTV for a better look.

Christ, Ianto Jones looks excellent in a suit. And his arse is a wonder to behold.

Ianto bends further over and Jack leaps from his chair and out of the office without even closing the feed.


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Perhaps

Title: Perhaps
Fandom, Pairing: Merlin, merlin/arthur
Rating: PG i guess. idk.
Genre: angst, romance, slash
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were then this wouldn't need writing
Warnings: none
Short Summary: prompted by withnoplan. 'Perhaps'
Notes: It's supposed to be a drabble, but it's not 100 words. I'm a rebel.



Perhaps today will be the day I tell him.

Perhaps today I won’t simply watch him sitting on the cold flagstone, muttering as he scrubs and scrapes at the layers of grime.

Perhaps today, I’ll shed my armour, my protection, and walk up to him. I’ll kneel on the floor beside him and take his face in my hands. His skin looks soft, almost too delicate to touch. I’ll look into his stupid face, his ridiculously blue eyes, and pour everything in to him.

Perhaps I’ll tell him my secret. And perhaps he’ll tell me his.  

Or perhaps I’ll continue on as this foolish cowardly king forever, until the day I die. Perhaps my last breath will be Merlin.

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Movement (6/?)

Title: Fury
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, other canon pairings.
Rating: up to PG15 so far (for language and sexual situations)
Genre: Romance 
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing. 
Warnings: Slight spoilers for series two. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg ) 
Short Summary: Hurt can destroy the will of even the most rational of men. And Rhys Williams is not a rational man.
Notes: It's been so long! Over a year, I know. I'm terrible. Sorry :3


Six.

“Jack, we have a bit of a situation down here.”

Jack frowns, moving to Tosh’s workstation.

“Call up the Tourist Office CCTV,” he says, before tapping him comm, “Ianto, what’s the problem?”

On other end of the line, Jack hears a familiar voice raving in the background. A quick glance at Tosh’s console matches the voice to a very red-faced Rhys charging around the room. Tosh and Owen exchange a puzzled glance.

We have a visitor,” Ianto says, and Jack watches as he raises an eyebrow at Rhys’ antics, “He wants to talk to you and Owen. Although, I can’t be sure. He’s shouting about a ‘fucking American prick’ and a ‘cockney bastard’. I just think out of the four of us, you two best fit those descriptions.”

“What have I done now?” Owen mutters, watching as Jack strides through the Hub, collecting up stun guns as he goes.

I think I’ll leave Rhys to explain that, if you don’t mind, Owen.” Ianto says, “I think it’ll be much more interesting that way.”

“Tosh, you come up with me,” Jack orders, throwing them both stun guns, “Owen, you stay behind us. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna hit me anyway, and he’s not the kind of guy to punch a woman. You, on the other hand, need to stay out of trouble.”

Owen and Tosh nod, and follow Jack out of the cog door.

* * * * * * *

“Oh, so you decided to turn up then!” Rhys yells as the trio file into the room. He peers past Jack and Tosh to where Owen stands, shaking with rage, “Hiding at the back, are we? Fucking tosser!”

“Hey,” Jack warns, raising his hands to the other man, “A little less abuse of my staff, thank you.”

“No, for once Jack fucking Harkness, you’re not telling me what to do. I’m telling you,” Rhys puffs out his chest, practically spitting, “And I want the truth about everything that’s been going on here.”

Everyone is silent for a moment, glancing at each other, unsure.

“Look, I’m really sorry about all this,” Andy says, shifting uncomfortably as he suddenly finds himself the centre of attention. The police officer shuffles from one foot to the other in the doorway. Jack looses patience.

“You know, I’d quite like to know what’s going on right about now.”

“Allow me to explain, sir,” Ianto offers, moving from his side of the desk, “It appears PC Davidson discovered some… personal information about certain staff members while out on the beat. Information regarding some slightly unsavoury business.”

Andy clears his throat, “I.. er, heard you two,” He waves at Tosh and Owen, red faced, “Talking about… well… things. Being stressed, and days off, and um…” he trails off, muttering something unintelligible.

“And fucking Gwen!” Rhys explodes, surging forward again, “He heard you talking about shagging my fucking wife! Tell me it’s bullshit. Go on!”

Everyone looks expectantly towards Owen, who shifts uncomfortably.

“All right!” he says finally, throwing his hands up in the air, “All right. I’m very sorry for bonking your missus.”

Rhys screams in rage, throwing himself forward only to be caught by Jack and hauled backwards.

“Easy, Rhys. It was a while ago.”

“Oh, and I suppose that makes it alright then! What about you? They were talking about you too. An I know you’ve always wanted her.”

“I can honestly say, I have never slept with Gwen,” Jack says, his eyes flicking over to Ianto, “And I’ve never wanted to.”

Rhys opens his mouth, possibly to start another round of shouting, but before he can, another voice cuts him off.


“Andy? What are you doing here?”

Over Andy’s shoulder, Gwen peers into the Tourist Office, wide eyed.



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the next chapter will not take a year, I promise x

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Letters To You

Title: Letters To You 
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius, Remus/Tonks
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Genre: Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. All recognisable characters/locations/situations belong to her, not to me. No copyright infringement intended. No money is being made from this.
Warnings: Swearing, angst, vague mentions of suicide
Short Summary: File 2376. To be placed in the coffin of Mr. Sirius Black upon it’s refilling, in accordance with the wishes of Mr. Harry James Potter.
Notes: Unbetad, and my first ever HP fic. Be gentle with me xx


2nd July, 1996

It was your funeral today. You’ve been dead for two weeks now and you’re still all the prophet can talk about.

The Order, on the other hand, haven’t even mentioned you. They all creep around me like I’m about to explode any moment. I’ve had Tonks patting me on the back every time she walks past. It’s quite unnerving. I suppose it is my own fault. She found me in your room the day after you died.

Not the one you’ve been staying in, but the one you grew up in. The one you used to sneak me and James and Peter into while Regulus kept watch. The one that’s filled with all your stupid teenage stuff and still, even though I’m pretty sure you haven’t been in it for years, smells like you.

She caught me wrapped up in all the blankets on your bed hugging your pillow. If you’d have been there you probably would have laughed at me for being so silly. I just couldn’t help it. I needed to get away from everybody else. I needed to mourn. I fucking deserve it.
I think everyone expected me to be used to death. After all, I’ve been in this war before, I’ve lost friends before, why should this be any different?

But it is different. It’s a nightmare. And now Tonks has told everyone what she saw and they’re all treating me like a child.
The whole fucking funeral was organised without me. Tonks and Molly did it instead, collecting up a whole load of crap from the house to fill the coffin with. None of it meant anything. They put your school robes in there; a set I think you must have grown out of in our first year. You were a short bugger then. They didn’t know about the set you’ve got stashed under your bed covered in suspicious stains, reeking of firewiskey and in need of four buttons. I remember that night, right at the end of our fifth year. We hadn’t discovered the wonders of the cleaning charm yet and you were terrified of whichever house elf you had at the time telling your mother. James probably could have helped, being such a charms swot, but I seem to recall that you didn’t enlighten them on our private activities until well into our sixth year.

I have to admit, the out-ing was pretty funny. I didn’t really see the funny side then, mostly because I was already getting an earful from James about something (I forget what. It was probably about Lily). Shouting, “Hey, sometimes I fuck him,” down the stairs in answer to his, “Are you fucking serious?!” wasn’t the most tactful thing you’ve ever done.

I suppose it’s not their fault. They probably think they’re doing me a favour by taking the responsibility off my shoulders. It’s just, if Arthur had died in the Ministry, his wife and his children would have dealt with it. He wouldn’t have had a woman he almost never got on with and a cousin he only really likes because of the mutual hatred of the rest of their family.

It should have been me and Harry doing it all. Possibly with Andromeda, but only because I know you love her and she’d be much better at picking out funeral flowers.
If I’d told them, they probably would have let me do it. I guess I’m just not as brave as you.
I’m sorry Pads.

 
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December 25st 1996

Tonks is a nightmare. She’s fawning.

I don’t know what to do Pads. If you were here, I know you’d send her packing. I wish I was stronger, I really do, but you were always the one to get stuff done.

What the fuck am I supposed to do without you? I’ve resorted to all these excuses but, to be honest, it’s exhausting.

Merlin, I’m pathetic.

Merry fucking Christmas.


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June 30th 1997

It’s been a year. I’ve felt every second of it.

I’m not alone any more. Or, at least, I have somebody. I feel just as shitty as last year.

Dora wore me down. I can’t call her Tonks anymore.. I can’t be reminded that she’s the woman you used to muck about with in Order meetings. The woman who’s got just a little bit of you in her. If I do, I feel like the biggest bastard in the world. I’m using her, plain and simple.

I’m trying though, honest I am. Dora is my attempt to get over you, if that’s even possible. I’m not stupid, I know that this is unhealthy. No one in their right mind writes letters to their dead lover and hides them under the floorboards.

But that’s just the thing. I’m not in my right mind. And I’m not sure I ever will be.

* * * * * * *


July 19th 1997

Today was my wedding day. It was a small ceremony. Just us in this tiny room.

I kept imagining you would burst through the doors to tell Dora to get her hands off me. You didn’t.


I didn’t propose. Not really. It was just the war panic and everyone fucking asking about it. And the baby.
Dora’s pregnant. No idea how the fuck that happened.
I shouldn’t be starting a family with her. That’s not how it’s supposed to go. I should have got down on one knee when James joked about it at his reception. I should have remembered my fucking potion and your name should have been cleared and we should have lived together with Harry until he met the love of his life too. We should have banished Kreacher to Hogwarts and made him stay there. We should have died in each other’s arms 50 years from now, when we’re old and grey and can’t do anything but smile at each other.

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May 1st 1998

We’re going back to Hogwarts. Teddy, my son is staying with his grandmother. We’re going to fight with Harry and the Order.

He called me a coward. I was only trying to help. I was trying to look after him for you. He called me a coward and said I was abandoning my family. I don’t have a family. I’ve got a wife that doesn’t know me and a son created in a lie. But Harry was right. I am a coward.

But today I’m going to be brave. I’m going to go to Hogwarts and I’m going to be of some use. If I can, I’ll find Bellatrix Lestrange and wring the retched life out of her. I know revenge isn’t good, but fuck it. I’ve been living in pain for two years. She needs a taste of it. Maybe I should go after Rudolphus first. If I don’t get to her, someone else surely will.

And who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky. Maybe someone will get to me. Maybe I’ll be seeing you again soon, my love.

 
* * * * * * *

File 2376. To be placed in the coffin of Mr. Sirius Black upon it’s refilling, in accordance with the wishes of Mr. Harry James Potter.
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Movement (5/?)

Title: Defence
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, other canon pairings.
Rating: up to PG15 so far (for language and sexual situations)
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: Slight spoilers for series two. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg )
Short Summary:  People will do whatever they can to defend the people they love. Even if they have no idea what’s going on, or even what will happen if they try to help.
Notes: Unbeta'd, so fix if you can. Started as a oneshot, but you pesky lot made me want to write more ;P x

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Movement (4/?)


Title: Understanding
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto, other canon pairings.
Rating: up to PG15 so far
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: No spoilers. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg )
Short Summary: People are stupid. They say stupid things and do stupid things. But they usually try to fix them in the end.
Notes: Unbeta'd, so fix if you can. Started as a oneshot, but you pesky lot made me want to write more ;P x

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Movement (3/?)

Title: Protection
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG 
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: No spoilers. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg )
Short Summary: Jack discovers how protective Ianto can be. And almost looses him in the process.
Notes: Unbeta'd, so fix if you can. Started as a oneshot, but you pesky lot made me want to write more ;P x

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“Hey now, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Jack is seemingly unarmed, his team behind him.

They clutch at each other’s clothes and hands, and at Jack’s arms that are all that stands between them and the creature. Bulging green eyes connect with piercing blue ones. It takes a long, rattling breath; it’s gun never wavers. The creature considers them. The only sound in the dull, dank building is the sound of their breathing.

And then there are footsteps. Hesitant, quiet footsteps on damp concrete. Jack sees movement in the corner of his eye, but it seems the creature does too. It’s head whips round. A foul hiss escapes it seconds before a shot is heard and it’s arm explodes. It wails, hunching over in pain, but it’s eyes never leave Jack’s. It spits onto the floor and shoots.

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Three days later, Ianto Jones opens his eyes.

The first thing he notices, is that he has no idea where he is. With Torchwood, that’s never a good thing. The room is white and smells too sterile to be real. Hospital, most likely. Ianto frowns.

The second thing he notices is the noise. Shouting, to be precise. Lots of shouting. And something is bleeping far to close to his head.

He groans and closes his eyes again.

After a little while, the shouting stops. Ianto hears the heavy clunk of boots on lino and then the door crashes open. Someone sighs and makes their way across the room, quieter now.

The bed dips under their weight and Ianto smells pheromones. He smiles inwardly and goes to open his eyes. Then he notices the bed is shaking.

He stiffens and forces his eyes open. Jack is perched on the bed, his entire body shuddering with his sobs. He sniffs and removes the hand from his eyes. His face is blotchy and tired-looking. Their eyes meet.

“Ianto!” Jack gasps out, hastily rubbing at his eyes, “Nurse!” He bellows, “OWEN!”

The door opens slowly, “If you’ve only called me in to shout some more you can go fuck yourself, Harkness.”

Owen Toshiko and Gwen come through the door, and begin babbling the second they see Ianto is awake. Gwen’s mother hen instinct goes into overdrive; smoothing down the bedcovers, stroking at his hair and cooing over him, Owen is his usual self; telling Ianto what an idiot he is as he checks his vitals, and Toshiko smiles, places a bag of grapes on the table, and asks him if he’s alright.

All of their reactions boil down to one unspoken question; What the bloody hell were you thinking?!

Ianto looks uncomfortable and his gaze keeps flicking over at Jack who now leans against the wall. An odd silence fills the room.

“Well,” Owen says, looking round at everyone, “If you aren’t going to ask, I will. Just what exactly is going on that means Teaboy feels the urge to take a bullet for our dear, immortal, captain?”
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Movement (3/?)

Title: Movement
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG15
Genre: Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, this wouldn't need writing.
Warnings: No spoilers. Also, something that i know alot of people don't like. ( mpreg )
Short Summary: Movement changes everything and everyone.
Notes: Unbeta'd, so fix if you can. Started as a oneshot, but you pesky lot made me want to write more ;P x