rec: non linear
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mizz_destiny here as one of your recers this week. I have a passion for strange crossovers and stories with crazy timelines that can make your head hurt (or just grin). Most of my recs will fall in those two categories. Enjoy them!
Story: Non Linear
Author: winterhill
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 21531
Author's Summary: A TW/DW/Dead Like Me cross-over. I am only using the DLM universe - no DLM characters appear. Ianto's job after he dies is to collect the souls of the dead, but he's surprised to learn that he's got a very particular specialization. A fluffy Janto-together-forever fic with bonus Doctor(s). Multiple character deaths with the promise of an afterlife.
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, The Doctor
Warnings: Death fic.
Recced because: It's a brilliant, brilliant piece that shows a *realistic* relationship between Jack and Ianto. Their life isn't all sunshine and roses. There's plenty of death, mischief and mayhem. Winterhill manages to show us the boys' lives with healthy doses of reality, time hijinxs, dark humor, and mysticism. (There is also one of the best explanations of how we went from John Barrowman to Giant-Head-in-a-Jar). Have fun with it!
Note: As the Author's Summary reads, only the Dead Like Me universe is used. You really don't need to know that show to get this story. It's pretty much explained within.
“Well, I have good news and bad,” said the man, gently. “You’ve been slated to fill a new position that’s recently come to Management’s attention.”
“A new position?” asked Ianto, reaching out to brush Jack’s hair back. He couldn’t touch Jack. Shit. This had never been in the plan.
“You’ve been slated to become a Reaper, kid.”
“Ianto.” Ianto looked at the man. “What’s a reaper?”
“Whatever, kid. Come with me and I’ll tell you all about Reapers.”
“I don’t want to leave him,” Ianto repeated.
Gwen had joined the dead-body-hug. She was sobbing onto Jack, Jack was sobbing onto Ianto and Ianto felt touched that he merited such hysterics.
mizz_destiny here as one of your recers this week. I have a passion for strange crossovers and stories with crazy timelines that can make your head hurt (or just grin). Most of my recs will fall in those two categories. Enjoy them!Story: Non Linear
Author: winterhill
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 21531
Author's Summary: A TW/DW/Dead Like Me cross-over. I am only using the DLM universe - no DLM characters appear. Ianto's job after he dies is to collect the souls of the dead, but he's surprised to learn that he's got a very particular specialization. A fluffy Janto-together-forever fic with bonus Doctor(s). Multiple character deaths with the promise of an afterlife.
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, The Doctor
Warnings: Death fic.
Recced because: It's a brilliant, brilliant piece that shows a *realistic* relationship between Jack and Ianto. Their life isn't all sunshine and roses. There's plenty of death, mischief and mayhem. Winterhill manages to show us the boys' lives with healthy doses of reality, time hijinxs, dark humor, and mysticism. (There is also one of the best explanations of how we went from John Barrowman to Giant-Head-in-a-Jar). Have fun with it!
Note: As the Author's Summary reads, only the Dead Like Me universe is used. You really don't need to know that show to get this story. It's pretty much explained within.
“Well, I have good news and bad,” said the man, gently. “You’ve been slated to fill a new position that’s recently come to Management’s attention.”
“A new position?” asked Ianto, reaching out to brush Jack’s hair back. He couldn’t touch Jack. Shit. This had never been in the plan.
“You’ve been slated to become a Reaper, kid.”
“Ianto.” Ianto looked at the man. “What’s a reaper?”
“Whatever, kid. Come with me and I’ll tell you all about Reapers.”
“I don’t want to leave him,” Ianto repeated.
Gwen had joined the dead-body-hug. She was sobbing onto Jack, Jack was sobbing onto Ianto and Ianto felt touched that he merited such hysterics.
