King Ianto's Coffee Club

likesthecoat @ 2009-01-10T22:28:00

2009-01-11T05:29:28Z

As Ianto predicted, no one notices when the tall man steps out of a coffee shop with a tiny pregnant woman on his arm.

Teyla may notice the cold, though.

"My car's not far," Ianto says.

Cardiff: Ianto and Cal

2008-12-15T00:50:44Z

Ianto steps out of the coffee shop and lets go of Cal's hand.

"So," he says as he turns up his collar, "what would you like to do first?"

Ianto's diary

2008-10-07T02:28:58Z

I write great letters but give lousy speeches.

Ianto's diary

2008-09-29T15:25:37Z

Once upon a time there an enchanted prince who lived in an underground cave. With him lived a healer, a sorceress, a wise woman, several trolls and a small dragon. With him also lived a knight, who loved the prince very much but also kept a secret from him. The secret was that he had hidden a monster in the cave, for he thought the monster was a damsel in distress under a spell and he feared the prince would kill the monster.

The knight brought a wizard to heal the damsel, but the damsel, instead of being turned back into a girl, transformed completely into a monster and killed the wizard. She threatened to do the same to everyone who lived in the cave. She even tried to kill the knight, but the prince woke him up with a kiss. The sorceress, the wise woman and the healer had to destroy the monster, and the knight's grief was very great.

For many weeks the knight lived as though he were lost in a dark wood. The world was so dark and cold and strange that the knight feared he might be dead. He thought an angel might heal him, but the angel could not. He thought a scholar might heal him, but the scholar could not. He thought a demon might heal him, but the demon could not. He thought a mage might heal him, but even the mage could not.

Finally, the knight went to the prince and said, "I must beg a favor. You are my only hope."

"I'll grant you any wish you request," said the prince, "but you must promise me something in return."

"Anything," said the knight, "if you'll bring the light back to my eyes. It's so dark I can hardly see. It's so cold I feel I might be dead."

So the prince kissed him, and overhead the stars came back, and the sun shone in the day and moon at night, and the knight felt alive again.

He said to the prince, "You have restored me to life. What is it that you want me to promise in return?"

"My magic," said the prince, "needs to be fed to stay strong. I need you to share your light with me, and I vow I will always give it back to you tenfold."

So the knight swore he would always share his light with the prince, and the prince swore he would share his light with the knight, and they lived happily--and brightly--ever after.

likesthecoat @ 2008-09-25T09:08:00

2008-09-25T15:11:20Z

[Post this. Warning for M/M of a flirtatious and often naked nature.]

Ianto dozes, stretched out in Jack's narrow camp bed. He's got a hand on whatever part of Jack is nearest to him, which is as close as he's come to saying "I don't want to leave yet."

Ianto's diary

2008-09-25T00:00:06Z

Jack.

Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack.

Jack.

Just, Jack.

Ianto's diary

2008-09-17T19:26:19Z

I used to think love meant forever, but I know better now. I can't offer anyone forever. Even if I offer someone the rest of my life, who knows how long that will be. Or won't be.

I hate feeling torn in two. I hate John thinking I'm only biding my time.

I hate knowing he's right.

Ianto's diary

2008-09-07T01:33:51Z

I've started thinking about our future. I catch myself thinking about things like what we'll do for Christmas and if he's the type to celebrate anniversaries. (Lisa liked anniversaries. I liked them for her sake.)

I probably shouldn't think any further ahead than tomorrow, given everything, but it's nice sometimes to believe we'll have a few more days than that.

OOM: Ianto and John in Cardiff

2008-08-31T19:38:25Z

If anyone notices that one man went through the door into the coffee shop and two come out a moment later, they say nothing about it.

Ianto will check the CCTV later, anyway. Just to be sure.

"Tailor first?" he says to Constantine. He's still holding his hand.

[ooc: Warning for adult content.]

Ianto & John, birthday sex

2008-08-22T01:06:35Z

Sex with Constantine is never bad--it's often good, sometimes great, sometimes overwhelming.

John has outdone himself tonight, bringing Ianto to the edge over and over before finally letting him over, and it's some time before Ianto can do more than brush his fingers over John's back, before he can even think.

When he does, it's I can't lose this.

OOM: Ianto's room

2008-08-16T22:27:50Z

Ianto's room is just like any number of midlevel hotel rooms in any number of hotels around the world: double bed, desk, chair, mirror, bureau.

He guides John carefully to the bed. "Let's get you lying down--there we go--"

Ianto's diary

2008-08-14T00:06:58Z

I think it's too much to say we're "together." But we are . . . something.

One of these days I should tell him when I go into the bar, he's the person I hope to see.

likesthecoat @ 2008-06-26T16:53:00

2008-06-26T22:58:35Z

[Post Mikey gives Ianto some special brownies.]

When Ianto comes back from Milliways, he's in the Hub.

This is bad.

Normally this would be good because he'd just go back to work. Today . . . well, he hasn't had to hide dilated pupils and rapid pulse since he was sixteen.

God, he's hungry.

[Ianto's diary]

2008-05-31T13:38:20Z

We both knew I'd never stay away, I think. Where would I go, what would I do? Even if I never remembered, I'd still feel the loss.

And he's used to me now. I think we'd miss each other just as much.

I don't regret Sam or John or any of it. We all have to find our own ways of grieving.

[log: Ianto and Justin, Cardiff]

2008-05-26T21:35:11Z

There is no one door that brings Ianto to Milliways. At the Hub, it's sometimes the door between reception and the hallway that leads down to the Hub proper, but more often the door that leads to the archives.

Away from the Hub, Ianto has usually found it through a coffee shop. A few different coffee shops, in fact, and that's what he and Justin are standing in front of when he closes the door to Milliways behind them.

"This is Cardiff," Ianto says, and there's a note of pride in his city. "What would you like to see first?"

[insert emo title here]

2008-04-24T17:06:57Z

Jack said to rest and consider his options, and Ianto has been doing so. He's been writing in his diary and drinking a lot of coffee, both in shops near his flat and in Milliways--though sleep has been harder to come by, all good intentions aside.

Neither of his options appeal to him.

He's lost count of all the times he's started to dial Jack's number and tell him to bring the retcon--and of all the times he's started to call him and ask if he can come back to work yet.

He wrote in his diary, If I have no reason for being here, why stay? and stared out at the bay for a long time afterwards.

The phone is in his hand. It's ringing. He has no idea what he'll say when Jack answers.

[ooc: Post-Cyberwoman, plot-locked to Jack.]

ooc

2008-04-03T23:47:30Z

Ianto has a new mun. Hi.

Online canon: Owen's mission report from the Himalayas

2008-02-12T15:36:37Z

MISSION REPORT #2008/043
Author: Harper, O

Nobody wanted to write this one up, but it looks like I drew the short straw.

Ianto picked up a call came early one morning and called us all in at about 5am. Something funny going on in the Himalayas. I said, perfectly reasonably I thought, you got me out of bed to tell me about what’s happening in China? Ianto said the incident was actually in Pakistan, but I said it’s neither here nor there, the Himalayas are just a bit outside our usual turf and how was this our problem exactly? UNIT should get onto this. Ianto said UNIT were already there and they’d asked for us. All four of us. According to them it was connected to Abaddon.

At that point the day got slightly worse.

Our experience would be valuable, apparently – regardless of the fact that we had no clue how to stop the thing before, Jack was the one who sorted that out and (a) it nearly killed him and (b) Jack disappeared after he came around. Regardless, we were told in no uncertain terms that we had to go. Orders from the highest authority, apparently. With Jack not around to grease palms, we couldn’t get out of it. So we went.

A mere three flights and a helicopter ride later, we were there. We were briefed on the way. They reckoned that they’d found another Rift, halfway up K2, and that it was linked to ours somehow. They’d tied in our report of the Abaddon incident to some strange goings-on there, and seen similarities. If it was true, we needed to liaise and study it (so more paperwork). They gave us the location and an experienced escort party and we set out to take a look. When I saw all the climbing gear I had flashback to Touching the Void and felt a bit ill, but it was just for emergencies – we took a chopper up most of the way, then it was about a half-hour’s walk up a shallow slope.

So we hit the spot, right in the middle of an unbroken stretch of snow, and Tosh set up all the equipment. Spent a couple of hours probing the area, checking for any weird energy… nothing. Then, suddenly, the ground began to shake and we all heard a noise which I can best describe as ‘SPROING!’ And this vaguely humanoid shape popped out of the snow. It was Jack… or rather, it was a sort of doll with Jack’s face. Quite a good likeness. It had popped out of the snow on a spring.

A Jack-in-the-box. How bleeding hilarious.

Then it exploded. And that’ll be what triggered the avalanche.

Fortunately it didn’t come our way: it started higher up the mountain, and we only caught the very edge of it. But it did partly bury the chopper, and we were stuck up there for a few hours until it could be dug out. Whilst they were doing that, Tosh dug up what was left of the Jack-in-the-box and took a look at it, and she says it was activated by her probing for Rift-type activity. So it was set up by someone who knew what we’d gone out there to do. There was no Rift. The whole thing was a set-up. Gwen tried to get some answers about who’d reported the activity, but suddenly nobody seemed to know anything. So we decided to head back home, although suddenly there wasn’t an available transport, so we spent two days waiting.

On our way back, they told us Harry Saxon had won the election, then he murdered the American President, then he was shot dead by his wife. A week really is a long time in politics.

[copypasta'd from here.]

Canon: Cyberwoman

2007-08-21T15:25:33Z

Ianto readjusts his tie, heart pounding as the elevator carries him down into the Hub.

(today, today, he's coming today)

He's scared for a moment that he'll be caught, that someone will notice how nervous he looks and know and everything will come crashing down around him. Today is a special day, a good day, but dangerous as well-- he's been planning it for weeks now, and there's always the chance that something might happen, that they'll all find out.

Ianto needn't have worried-- when he crosses the threshold he is greeted by the sounds of an energetic two-on-two basketball game. He stands behind the bars for a few minutes, puzzling out the teams as he waits on the doors to open. They're loud and clumsy and Ianto hopes they don't knock over or break any important equipment.

Owen and Gwen are together, their moves flashy and unorthodox. Owen tosses her the ball from the upper level-- Jack intercepts it and he and Tosh play keep-away for a few seconds, laughing, until Gwen recovers and throws it back to Owen who scores the final goal from his position above the net. The usual post-game banter is exchanged ("Of course, that was an illegal move." "Totally illegal!" "Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Losers.") as everyone gathers jackets and purses.

No one speaks to Ianto as they leave, or even seems to realize that he's there. Jack throws the basketball to him without looking, and the sudden silence is almost as deafening as the noise of the game.

As soon as the door hisses closed he's off and moving. He can't spare a single second-- there's too much to be done.