May. 8th, 2008

[identity profile] xbeax.livejournal.com
Title: Innocence
Author: Danse Macabre
Genre: Romance, Humor, Alternate Universe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After an unusual accident the team get a whole new perspective on Jack.
Status: Work In Progress
Length: 24 Chapters so far
Warnings: None really
Comment or Excerpt from fic: So during a weevil-hunt with Ianto, Jack loses his memory. I really like how Jack is described as very innocent-looking and child-like. :P Though he's still a pervert who likes to feel up people, but I love it how he's so innocent while doing it and acting like a kid who just has to touch everything. Few grammar mistakes here and there but it doesn't take out how enjoyable it is.
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Jack didn’t know what to do. He sat quietly. Ianto had asked him very nicely, not like Owen who had shouted at him. Jack wanted to behave; he wondered if they really liked him, all these people that knew him. All they seemed to do was shout at each other. It scared him, especially since they didn’t seem to know what they wanted to do with him,

He moved the chair, turning to the desk. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the four of them involved in an argument. So carefully, he put up a hand and put his finger against one of the pieces of paper on his desk. He moved it to one side, taking it out of the folder and he looked down at it. There was a symbol on the top and then a huge amount of black scrawls. Jack looked at them, he didn’t understand them. It was his room, his office, where he worked and he didn’t understand a single thing around him.

[identity profile] xbeax.livejournal.com
Title: He who has the floor wins
Author: [profile] unmikely
Genre: Humor, General
Rating: PG
Summary: Jack can be very disruptive in meetings.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Comment or Excerpt from fic: LOL. I can soo see this happening at a meeting. xD Ianto is such a neat freak and Jack is so horny all the time. I giggled, seriously. And the ending omfg xD
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"...which brings us to stationary supply orders..."

Ianto flicks his tongue against his thumb in order to better nudge over to the next page of his papers. Jack swallows dryly and becomes determined. Desperate times call for desperate measures and as long as the archivist is sitting there being sex personified, Jack is a desperate man. He takes his coffee-damp finger and reaches it towards Ianto's wrist. A perfectly starched three quarters of an inch of light gray shirtsleeve extends past Ianto's jacket and brushes the base of his hand. Pressing firmly, Jack leaves a neat fingerprint stain in medium roast blend on the top of Ianto’s wrist, on the near inch of light fabric.

"...electronically filed...filed...fi..."
[identity profile] itoshii-chan.livejournal.com
Title: Taken
Author: [livejournal.com profile] blinding_echos
Genre: AU, Cross-Over, Angst, Drama, Romance, Mystery
Rating: PG
Other/Implied Pairings: Rhys/Gwen, Tom/Martha
Summary: Jack was sure that the Rift was out to muck up his life completely.
Status: Work In Progress
Length: Multi-chapter / 8 TOTAL
Word Count: TBC
Warnings: Post-Torchwood 2x11 "Adrift," slight Character Death
Comment or Excerpt from fic: OH...! This is such an angsty fic. It's heartbreaking and painful and I'm probably spoiling the fic, but basically, it's a "what if it was Ianto that was taken by the rift and then given back?" I was crying my eyes-out from the very beginning and the author wasn't sure about the ending either (happy/sad), so read at your risk.

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EXCERPT:

It wasn't often that Jack blamed the Rift for things. He knew it wasn't sentient, so it therefore didn't do what it did out of malice. And yet, right at that moment. As Jack was hanging off the end of a pier in the dark night air, his hand gripping the hand of his lover with a heart stopping urgency. Jack would have sworn on his own immortality that the Rift was out to ruin his life completely.

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R/C: Chapter links at the bottom; link to "Chapter 1" can be acquired either by clicking on the title at the top or the link at the bottom *points below*...

Chapter 1 - Taken Love | Chapter 2 - Taken Hope | Chapter 3 - Taken Life | Chapter 4 - Taken Spirit | Chapter 5 - Taken Soul | ...

[identity profile] itoshii-chan.livejournal.com
Title: Phone Call
Author: [livejournal.com profile] buttononthetop
Genre: PWP, Smut, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: N/A
Summary: Jack's bored and wants some entertainment; Ianto is a teasing bastard!
Status: COMPLETE
Length: One-shot
Word Count: ~ 3,207
Warnings: Smut
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Okay, so I was thinking of reccing this then got caught-up in exam preps... *wince* Anyway, didn't remember it again until I saw Bea-chan reccing He who has the floor wins. *coughs sheepishly* Actually, it was more her comment of "I can soo see this happening at a meeting" that prompted me to find the fic again, so thanks Sweetie!!

So, take this as the "happening at a meeting"... err... more along the lines of "during a phone-call"... *shrugs and grins mischievously* It's apparently the "evil spawn" of THIS drabble, part of Buttononthetop's Body Parts drabble series (recced HERE).

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EXCERPT:

Jack leaned back in his chair and regarded Ianto. Help me! he mouthed.

Ianto smiled, a very naughty idea floating around his head. He reached over Jack’s desk and grabbed a sheet of paper. He scrawled a few words and then passed the sheet back to Jack.

Jack looked down and read You look bored… Jack picked up the pen and scribbled never let me promise to call him again!!!! Ianto laughed quietly and wrote a quick response. This time he folded the paper and slid it back across the desk.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jack reached for the paper. Would you like some entertainment?

...

He had only added one word: YES


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