Rating: T
Word count: ~ 2,000
Warnings: Kind of spoilers up to Cyberwoman? Angst, blood, magic, and too little world-building.
Summary: Twelve steps to immortality: this is the pinnacle of alchemy, of all alchemists. Ianto has reached final goal, and all he feels is empty.
Rating: PG (may eventually be NC-17)
Warnings: Ridiculousness, fluff, canon character death in a non-canon way.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Happy birthday to Mr. Jones! Have some underground-alien-crime-lord-psychic!Ianto to celebrate! :P
Rating: PG-13 (will eventually be NC-17)
Word count: ~ 2,000 (this part)
Warnings: So much angst. I swear, someday I will write a Torchwood fic that is entirely fluffy and happy and full of smutty, schmoopy good!feels, but for now, this is chock-full of angsty!Ianto. I apologize.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: SOMEONE SHOULD SAVE ME FROM MY BRAIN. I just, I don’t even, where did this come from? (Mostly, I blame Lilyrose225, because she planted an AU Cyberwoman plot bunny where Ianto tells Jack, and because she is a filthy enabler. And very, very wonderful.) On that note, I'm making up most of the stuff about the Torchwood Mainframe—my Google-fu only gave me sketchy details about it being an organic computer and I just took liberties from there. Lots of them. And the science is major!fail level. I advise you to ignore it (not like Torchwood ever follows the laws of physics, anyway, so I feel a little justified there).
Rating: T
Word count: ~ 2,000
Warnings: Angst, schmoop, major abuse of italics and minor abuses of canon and the English language in general.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Another short, angsty piece, something of a what-if, set pre-Everything Changes. It can be seen as AU, if that's the way you roll. It's also angsty, angsty fluff—I really can't stress that enough. The title is a quote from my favorite play, Much Ado About Nothing: “Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps” (III, i, 106).
Rating: T
Word count: ~ 5,000
Warnings: Should I even warn for angst anymore? It’s kind of a given with my stuff. ^.^’
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the creators, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: After Ianto's world turns to ash, he'll do anything to set it right again. But desperate actions lead only to pain. An introspective look pre- and post-Cyberwoman.
A/N: This was written over the course of an extremely boring lecture on the psychology of grief, if that gives you any warning. (And partly out of frustration that fandom likes to portray Ianto as a woobie. There's nothing wrong with that. I find myself in the mood for woobie!Ianto, too, sometimes. Just...not now.) Spoilers for everything up to Cyberwoman, with mentions of Fragments.
Edit: This has expanded, so help me. It is now a series.
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