Jack/Ianto Recs

Title: Heaven in Hell's Demesne
Author: crystalfic
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Length: ~800 words
Warnings: Torture, violence
Summary: Sometimes, all it takes to call you back from a nightmare is a familiar voice.
Commentary: Anyone who takes a good look at my recs can tell that I am a sucker for fics dealing with the YTNW. This is a short fic, and it deals with many the familiar tropes of the subgenre, but with such wonderful characterizations that I couldn't help but bookmark it. Jack's humor, Ianto's understated care, it all shines through with perfect clarity.

Title: Drug!Ianto 'Verse
Author:  skellerbvvt 
Genre:  angst, power struggle, dark, drama, humor
Rating:  NC-17
Summary: Ianto is the bait and the trap, Torchwood's last defense against the Time Lord threat
Status: Incomplete, Series
Warnings: Everything. No, really. Everything. See tags for more info.
Comment: There aren't really the words for how disturbed this fic is. No, really, there are none. The TARDIS is sociopathic. Jack is broken. The Master is manic. The Doctor is manic. And Ianto is the drug they're all addicted to. And yet- you can't look away. You can't help but laugh. And you're never sure which way this fic will go. The fic itself is as addicting as Ianto.

The first part is Trapped Inside With You. Proceed with caution.
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Title: Repair In Route 
Author: Otrame
Genre: Angst, Dark, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Other/Implied Pairings: Owen/Tosh, Jack/Doctor (kind of one-sided), Martha/Doctor (also a tad one-sided), Master/Jack (noncon)
Summary: The Year-That-Never-Was left open wounds. Healing them would take time. But of course, they had time
Status: WIP
Length: Multipart
Word Count: Ongoing
Warnings: non-con, character death, suicide, mental illness, torture
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Many, many people comment on the lack of focus Torchwood hason Jack's recovery from what was probably a not-too-pleasant experience, not to mention repairing his relationship with the Doctor, who was outright mean to Jack for the first two episodes of the Master arc. Most of these people focus on his recovery in the context of Torchwood Season Two, in codas for KKBB, Meat, and Exit Wounds. But Otrame takes a different spin- after all, the TARDIS is a time travel machine. Martha, Jack, and the Doctor could have taken a trip or two in between the Master's death and Jack choosing the return to his team in Cardiff. This explores how the four of them (Martha, Jack, the Doctor, and the TARDIS) would heal in this situation. Combined with some frankly brilliant theories about what, exactly, the Time Agency did this is something I'd highly recommend for anyone who is a fan of dark fics. One word of caution- although she updates fairly regularly, this is a WIP, and they are all still very broken, although Jack does seem to have the worst of it right now.

Memories are just stray neuro-chemical pulses in the matrix of my brain, and if a Time Lord can’t control a few stray neuro-chemical pulses in his own brain… But of course I can. I can allow a few to remain. Just enough so I know what happened. Put the rest in deep storage, only called up when absolutely necessary. And I refuse to believe that there will ever be a time I need to remember

Jack, sitting in an enormous puddle of blood holding a corpse in his arms. The blood has clotted, the serum separated and spread out from the original stain on the floor. The thinner places have already dried; the corpse is ice cold. Jack’s eyes are dead.

….

You start here. The universe is this way. Reset all variables to current conditions. The past is not a real thing. You are alive, in a healthy body. Your TARDIS is healing. You can go on from here.

Author: misswinterhill 
Title: Perfect
Pairings: Jack/Ianto: Owen/Ianto friendship: implied Owen/Tosh: implied Gwen/Jack (unrequited/not acted upon): team love (of the platonic kind)
Genre: Fluff, mild angst, fluff
Rating: M for swearing. Lots and lots of swearing. Not bad swearing. Mostly pissed (drunk, if you're an American) swearing.
Spoilers: All of S1, first ep of S2 but selectively. This sort of AUs away simply in that in trying to write fluff, I wrote a sitcom. Dr Who: Last of the Time Lords and surrounding eps. I have made some assumptions about the TW team's ability to contact people and be contacted. Spoilers for the name of the guy at TW2.
Precis: When Jack died, they splintered. When he left, they drew together. Friday night drinks at Ianto's before and after the end of the human race.
Commentary: misswinterhill 's stuff is always a joy to read, and this fic is no exception. The very idea of the team going over to Ianto's to drink and watch him be drunk is cracktastic, yet none of the team are OOC, even when Ianto and Owen end up in the same bed. You will laugh throughout the entire fic, I promise you.
Exerpt: “Your problem,” said Owen, tapping his fingers against the tiles. “Is that you’re too thin. We need to feed you up and then you’ll hold your piss better.”

“My problem,” said Ianto, miserably. “Is that I drank nearly an entire bottle of bourbon on my own.”