Don't look now, but...

...I've signed up for the Writer in a Drawer (writerinadrawer ) competition. It's a Torchwood elimination fic-a-thon that runs for about three months. Writers submit a story each week, stories are posted (with author identifiers removed), and viewers vote.

Now, obviously I'm not going to say which ones I've written, but I wanted to encourage everyone to read and vote since it's looking like it'll be a great time. Some of the best in the fandom are signed up for this thing, so trust me, it'll be worth your while to read and vote.

First round stories post this weekend.

"Oh, Pants."

Title: Oh, Pants.
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: None referenced.
Rating: Mostly Harmless.
Notes/Summary: Owen takes advantage of Ianto's basic day-to-day clothing maintenance skills. Fluff. A gift for my live-in partner, who is occasionally Plotbunny Incarnate, and looks good in almost any trousers.

( Owen, so help me, if you don’t quit fidgeting I’m going to jab you. )