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janto_recsTitle: The Lighthouse and the Dark
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misswinterhill
Genre: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Dark, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: Jack hates the dark. Ianto hates it when Jack dies. Jack gets injured on a mission and they have to confront their fears.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: ~ 3,954
Warnings: Post-Torchwood 2x13 "Exit Wounds" & Doctor Who 4x13 "Journey's End," Dark, Smut, BDSM, D/s, Character Deaths, Self-harm
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is one gorgeous, GORGEOUS fic with vivid the imagery and deep emotion. It's on a darker side, but the feelings and need Jack and Ianto have for each is so tangible and it's just PERFECT!! *starry-eyed*
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EXCERPT:
The bedside clock was nearly enough to keep Ianto awake... “I can’t sleep without it there,” said Jack, the night Ianto asked him to put something over it... One night the power failed... and left them in sudden pitch black, unable to see... Jack had hunted for a torch, barking orders at Ianto, telling him to... just fucking find something... to break the darkness... Ianto had lit a candle and then held Jack, shaking.
“Poor candle. It’s useless now,” Ianto had said. “Like a lantern in the sun.”
“It’s still important,” Jack had replied... “Even though we have the sun, sometimes I need a candle more than anything...” They’d blown it out and Ianto stored it in the kitchen drawer, wondering if he’d anthropomorphised it because he was still half-asleep or because he empathised with its eventual fate. Jack laughed when he found it... “You’re not a candle,” said Jack, kissing him. “You’re a lighthouse.”
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Author:
misswinterhillGenre: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Dark, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: Jack hates the dark. Ianto hates it when Jack dies. Jack gets injured on a mission and they have to confront their fears.
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: ~ 3,954
Warnings: Post-Torchwood 2x13 "Exit Wounds" & Doctor Who 4x13 "Journey's End," Dark, Smut, BDSM, D/s, Character Deaths, Self-harm
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This is one gorgeous, GORGEOUS fic with vivid the imagery and deep emotion. It's on a darker side, but the feelings and need Jack and Ianto have for each is so tangible and it's just PERFECT!! *starry-eyed*
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EXCERPT:
The bedside clock was nearly enough to keep Ianto awake... “I can’t sleep without it there,” said Jack, the night Ianto asked him to put something over it... One night the power failed... and left them in sudden pitch black, unable to see... Jack had hunted for a torch, barking orders at Ianto, telling him to... just fucking find something... to break the darkness... Ianto had lit a candle and then held Jack, shaking.
“Poor candle. It’s useless now,” Ianto had said. “Like a lantern in the sun.”
“It’s still important,” Jack had replied... “Even though we have the sun, sometimes I need a candle more than anything...” They’d blown it out and Ianto stored it in the kitchen drawer, wondering if he’d anthropomorphised it because he was still half-asleep or because he empathised with its eventual fate. Jack laughed when he found it... “You’re not a candle,” said Jack, kissing him. “You’re a lighthouse.”
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Date: 2008-10-01 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-01 11:04 am (UTC)You're welcome! ^^ Feeling's mutual! Reading such WONDERFUL fics helps me go through the week! ^^