Rec: That Old Black Magic: The Over-Caffeinated Adventures Of Ianto Jones by paperclipbitch

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Title: That Old Black Magic: The Over-Caffeinated Adventures Of Ianto Jones
Author: paperclipbitch 
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama, DW crossover (just for a few scenes though)
Rating: R-rated
Summary: Ianto makes coffee, drinks coffee, shares coffee, buys coffee, spills coffee, ruins coffee, loses all taste for the stuff, and learns a few things along the way.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot divided in 2 parts, ~16,700 words
Warnings: het, other pairings, Character Death (not Jack or Ianto) (later: Ianto/Owen, Ianto/Lisa, Ianto/Suzie, Ianto/Tosh, Ianto/Gwen, Ianto/Doctor)
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is a two-shot fic about Ianto in Torchwood, starting from Canary Wharf. Just read it. It's very good and deep and wonderful and I don't have enough words to tell you how much I liked it. And I really like fics that deal with Ianto's first time in Torchwood 3 and I have a weakness for Suzie!fics too. PLUS it has the Doctor~!
Excerpt
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When he’s got Lisa to safety, and wiped up his face so he doesn’t look quite so helplessly tearful, Ianto walks through the shadowed and broken and lined-with-bodies remains of Canary Wharf. He throws up a couple of times and has to repeatedly stem a nosebleed. Eventually, he finds a working power outlet, and plugs in a kettle. It fizzes and sparks but heats up some water, and he finds some rather horrible instant coffee to pour into the only mugs that aren’t cracked. He knows what he’s doing with this, and he doesn’t even realise that he’s sobbing fit to break until a shadow falls over him.

“Are you alright?”

Ianto looks up into the tear-drenched face of a tall, slim man, dressed in a crumpled pinstriped suit. The Doctor.

“Yeah,” he says, laughter bubbling between his lips. “I’m fine.”

(He isn’t.)

The Doctor sits down beside him, on the floor, back to the wall.

“Can I have a drink?” he asks. Ianto gestures to the grounds he’s attempting to make coffee with.

“It’ll be horrible,” he says. The Doctor shrugs, wipes his eyes and lets out a long, slow breath.

“It’ll match the rest of today, then,” he says. Ianto laughs again, helpless as fuck, and pours the water into the two mugs. The Doctor takes his and wraps his palms around it.