A bunch of Janto one shots

Breaking without you

When lovers keep emotional and physical intimacy for a lifetime, their bond is eternal.


Ianto tended to write things in his Diary rather than saying them out-loud. Today his diary read as followed:

Oh captain Oh captain

This place we are trapped in

The scar on my face reminds me of pain
The veins on my neck make me less sane
Your friends they adore you as do I
However its a different way you caught me eye

Your love is what i desire
When i see you all i can do is admire
Your voice, your face, your heart
Those are what i miss when we are apart

I am sorry i am not closer to you
This threat is why I withdrew
I could not dream of hurting you my dear
However without control it is the one thing i fear

I dont wish to force an end to the team
But without you i want to scream

I say goodnight to you each night hoping you do the same

Getting back to you is my only aim

When Jack left Ianto wasn't sure how to fill the void created. He tried to fit into his new role as more of a field agent but he was so out of practice everything he did felt wrong. Sure he knew how to fire a gun, attack when needed but he wasn't half as good as he used to be in Torchwood One. Even then he had Lisa alongside him, she was his old Jack. The one he was codependent on was no longer here and half of his soul was missing.

If Ianto even knew where Jack would be he would be waiting there every single day until his Captain came back but he didn't even know where to start.

There are better and worse versions of loss. The team were aiming for the better version because then they would have the strongest base possible for rebuilding. That was their victory, it was the only one on the table, and it was a painful, sad and desperately awful form of success.

Society can fall a hundred stories, seventy, thirty... whatever happens, however much they win, it would be measured in how much more they could have lost than they did.

Ianto was always sorry the news was that bleak. But, there you go.

He always wondered how everybody else was so ok with Jack leaving but he always put it down to them just being so immune to not having Jack around. In Iantos' story Jack was the main character and Ianto was the love interest. He depended on the existence of Jack to expand his own story; Ianto's was a different story to the others as they were the main characters of their own stories.

Everyday Ianto tried his best to fit in but as Owen put it a while back he was just a tea boy now; he wouldn't be able to become his old self within seconds but he tried to look strong but inside he was breaking apart
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A/N: So i have time to write again sorry this one is short but sweet. But it is only right to come back with angst. Shout out to the peeps i met at  Comic Con who encouraged this behaviour love y'all

Winn: Your resident Ianto kinnie <3