The Vague Outlines of Ghosts
Title: The Vague Outlines of Ghosts
Author: analineblue & sariagray
Artist: rexluscus
Beta: eldarwannabe
Genre: Romance, Episode Tag
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Team
Word Count: ~28k
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, language.
Disclaimer: We do not own Torchwood, its characters, or its environs, nor do we receive any monetary gain.
Summary: Even after they have come and gone, Ianto can’t quite let go of the case of the night travelers; more so than anything he's ever encountered, these creatures seem to be bound up in the past, present, and future of Torchwood, and of Jack. With help from the rest of the team, Ianto undergoes an investigation that he hopes will put this mystery to rest once and for all. While immersing himself in his research, Ianto also attempts to navigate both the personal and professional aspects of his relationship with Jack.
It was the musty smell of rain on old velveteen cloth that stayed with Ianto, long after the fear and disappointment had faded to a dull ache in the back of his mind.
Written for the ianto_bigbang. Cross posted to multiple comms. Apologies to those getting this more than once.
Author: analineblue & sariagray
Artist: rexluscus
Beta: eldarwannabe
Genre: Romance, Episode Tag
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Team
Word Count: ~28k
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, language.
Disclaimer: We do not own Torchwood, its characters, or its environs, nor do we receive any monetary gain.
Summary: Even after they have come and gone, Ianto can’t quite let go of the case of the night travelers; more so than anything he's ever encountered, these creatures seem to be bound up in the past, present, and future of Torchwood, and of Jack. With help from the rest of the team, Ianto undergoes an investigation that he hopes will put this mystery to rest once and for all. While immersing himself in his research, Ianto also attempts to navigate both the personal and professional aspects of his relationship with Jack.
It was the musty smell of rain on old velveteen cloth that stayed with Ianto, long after the fear and disappointment had faded to a dull ache in the back of his mind.
Written for the ianto_bigbang. Cross posted to multiple comms. Apologies to those getting this more than once.