#comfort ianto

[captainjackscoat]

DONNA AND TOSH I NEED IT

listen to me. donna noble would fit so much better with torchwood. torchwood three. think abt it. imagine her with them. imagine her and jack. the banter. imagine her with ianto THE GOSSIP!!! putting owen in his place her new skinny guy. she would give tosh the world. she and gwen would butt heads but then be besties. please. see the vision

[aceofwhump]

Torchwood 1x13 "End of Days"

The team's relief at seeing Jack alive after he was dead for several days.

[jantostolemyheart]

How Long Was I Dead This Time?

Written for day three of @torchwoodfanweek - also on my ao3

Prompt: Death

Ianto fired a couple bullets into the Weevil’s legs, causing it to stumble and stop running. He tied it up quickly and injected it with a sedative so it wouldn’t attempt to break free and crawl off while he attended to Jack. Speaking of which - he hurried back to the Captain who lay bleeding out in the edge of a darkened alley. Jack was far too wounded for him to try and mend, so Ianto just laid Jack’s head in his lap and held him as he died. 

It should have been a simple Weevil hunt. The Rift monitor had only picked up on one that seemed to have gone rogue, but when they arrived, there were three more. The first two had given in with barely any fight, but the last two had fought back. It seemed they were getting a bit smarter. Jack managed to get the third one just as it had grabbed Ianto, its teeth dangerously close to his neck. He shot it in the head, killing it immediately. Just as he did, the fourth Weevil had attacked him from behind, clawing through his sides and biting into Jack’s shoulder. 

It tore into him as though he were nothing more than carrion. Ianto saw a few moments too late, coming back from dumping the other three into the boot of the SUV. He ran up, startling the Weevil and it ran off. That’s when he had shot at it. Ianto had been hoping to kill it, but he was lucky to hit it at all with the way his hands were shaking with adrenaline and fear. 

Now he was kneeling on the cold, hard sidewalk, Jack bleeding out and losing consciousness. Ianto wished he had stayed behind to help Jack with the last one, but he had no idea it would attack like that. He noticed Jack’s Webley lying a few feet away - as though he had tried to draw it but he had dropped it. It was a vicious attack, and would be a painful healing, he knew that. 

A soft gasp turned his attention away from the Captain’s wounds back to his face. Jack’s eyes were closed, and he was no longer breathing. He’d succumbed to his injuries and had died in Ianto’s arms. Slowly, his body started to heal, the lacerations knitting themselves back together. Unfortunately, such extensive injuries meant he’d be dead for a lot longer than either of them would have liked. Of course Ianto wished he wouldn’t die at all, but occasionally it still happened.

TWTWTWTWTWTW

Jack was dead for too long. Ianto had expected it would take a while for him to come back but it had already been two hours. Toshiko and Owen had both tried to reach him over the comms but he was too numb to respond. Jack was dead and showed no signs of coming back. It was like the time he had been dead for three days all over again, and Ianto did not want to go through that again. 

At some point, Tosh had shown up in a cab, to check on them and the Weevils. She had tried to talk to Ianto, and to sit with him, but he just ignored her. He was only focused on Jack, and her heart broke a little for him. It must be hard, loving someone who died so many times. Eventually she had left some money with Ianto for a cab, wrapped an emergency shock blanket around him and one over Jack so they would stay warm - it looked as though Ianto was in shock - and headed back to the Hub in the SUV. She would have sent Owen over to treat them, but he felt it’d be a bad idea in Ianto’s state. He’d examine the two when they returned. 

TWTWTWTWTWTW

Four hours later, and Jack gasped back to life. He reached out for anything, something to hold and help him sit up. Ianto pulled him up, but refused to let go. As far as he could tell, Jack’s skin showed no sign of being torn up, he looked okay. Well, at least physically. Jack wrapped his arms around Ianto, shivering from the cold. “How long was I dead this time?”

[lord-save-me]

Let's take a moment to appreciate that Ianto and Rhys canonically kissed

[patrice-bergerons]

WIP Wednesday

From a wip in which Ianto is taken hostage and left paralyzed / seemingly unconscious by an alien that feeds on suffering and Jack has to resort to extreme measures to save his life.

“Oh, great.”

Oh, great?  Oh–

“The man you love is dying and that is all you have got to say?  Oh great?”

Stopped clocks and all that but right now Ianto could not agree more with Signore Greb.

Well, the first bit is a little– They are not exactly that, but still.

Unless . . . the Greb is psychic, isn’t it?  Does that mean–?  No.

Huh.

Ianto could keep that secret.  He doesn’t need to hear the words per se.  Just to know it is plenty.

The man Jack loves.  Well.  It has a certain ring to it, it has to be said.

Perhaps he will forgive Jack for his stupid “oh great” after all.

[ferdieinceladoncity]

girl help I just watched torchwood end of days

[like-butterflies-and-glitter]

people who are snobs about instant coffee have never experienced the joys of competing with your siblings to whip the coffee and best of all, the warm creamy frothy whipped coffee itself as served in india

[procrastinating-panda]

“Sorry about eye candy and the bikini cops” 〜John Hart

Plot: After “Children of Earth” Jack needs some company. 

Warning: Mentions a bar but direct mention of alcohol. The word “Arse” Mentions of pre-Miracle Day Gwen Cooper.

Pairing: Jack x John (comfort)

Requested by: @thelittlemisssassypants (Sorry this took so long)

In a bar out in space, Jack sat alone trying not to think about Torchwood, his grandson or Ianto but drowning his thoughts in alcohol isn’t an option with his abilities. So instead he sits silently and politely rejects anyone who tries to talk him up. A strong hand grabs his shoulder and swings him around, he sees who it is and his face is filled with disdain.

“I’m really not in the mood for you.” Jack then gestures at the bartender that he’s done.

“Too bad you’re in my territory now.” John notices that Jack is avoiding his gaze.

“Then I’ll leave.” Jack pays his tab and walks out of the bar. Following behind him “Hey, just because I”m your ex doesn’t mean you have to be so cold.” John awaits a witty retort but doesn’t receive one as Jack continues to walk away.

 “Where are you going? Back to eye candy and the bikini cops!” Before he could react Jack had John up against a wall with his hands around his throat.

“Now that’s more like it!” John obviously exhilarated by his current position winked at Jack, who instantly let him go to John’s disappointment.

“Come Jack let’s have some fun!”  The irritating time agent baited. In a moment of vulnerability, Harkness mumbled “They’re gone.” With a bewildered look on his face, he asks,

“Who? Bikini Cops?” Jack looks away to hide the pain on his face. “What, All of them?” Harkness takes a deep breath and then responds. “No… Gwen is ok, pregnant actually.”

“So the one that punched me is still alive!” Hart said then immediately regretted it. In fact, his face soon mirrored Jack’s misery. “I’m sorry about your team.” Giving him the quippy retort he craves Harkness responded. “Gwen only punched you because you held her hostage, you deserved it and more.”

The two shared a laugh and left for where John was staying. When they arrived John confessed “I know that I was always a pain in the arse and you’d always put up with me, thank you. Obviously, your team meant a lot, you can stay here as long as you’d like, I won't bother you.”

Captain Harness looked around the room Hart had put him up in, he decided it had an empty and lonely feeling so he turned around “Stay don’t be a pain in my ass” He chuckled.

“Just stay.” Accepting his invitation John runs his hands threw his hair and then held the burly man who practically collapsed into his arms.

“We can talk if you like, I’m not just a shoulder to cry on you know,” Jack chuckles and John feels like he has accomplished his goal of cheering up his friend. Jack’s only response is to kiss John on the cheek.

Hart reciprocates with his lips as well on Jack’s forehead. Those two weeks stuck in a time loop were well spent as Hart seemed to know exactly how to relax Jack.

He seemed to know caressing Jack’s face, massaging his hair and holding him as tightly as he could would make all the loss he’s suffered weigh a little less on his soul.

The captains kissed, cuddled and reminisced about equally chaotic but happier times.

[missthingsplacesstuff]

My AO3 account.

[spookylostboy]

Ahhhhhh ty for the tag, Renee!! Muwah ily <3

Ianto Jones

Stiles Stilinski

Steven Grant

Jaskier

Klaus Hargreeves

Tags: @go-catch-a-chickn @fandoms-princess @thirteens-pocket-watch @hannahsrambles2 and anyone else who wants to bc I can’t remember urls but ily all <3

Comfort character tag game

Tagged by @monsterrae1, @liabegins, @disasterbuckdiaz & @andrewblur ❤️

Rules: list your top 5 comfort characters and include a gif of each!

Eddie Diaz

Stiles Stilinski

Tenth Doctor

Lapin Cadbury

Arthur Morgan

Tagging: @your-catfish-friend, @loserdiaz, @timelordinaustralia, @prettyboybuckley, @buddierights, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @rogerzsteven, @elvensorceress, @hobbitnarwhal, @callmenewbie & @spookylostboy

[aceofwhump]

Torchwood: Children of the Earth Day Four (3x04)

[jantostolemyheart]

New fic started instead of updated my wips

Because why not

I need to write about this man

And give him a better life

(despite doing that with BWTM)

[jantotrash]

I was correct

Have not seen the new doctor who episode yet but based on the minor spoilers I’ve seen, I think I will cry like I did as a closeted teenager seeing hope and acceptance for the first time

[copperbadge]

Weird question alert.

I was scrolling through Tumblr today and saw your username. I have to ask - are you the Copperbadge? The one who once wrote a Torchwood fanfic called The Theory of Two Centres in 2008?

Last year I went through a really devastating experience and needed some comfort. I cast my mind back and remembered that great fic where Ianto Jones lost his memories. So I started googling to find it, after quite some time (because I couldn't remember what it was called or who wrote it) I eventually found it again.

That fic is THE fic for me. It's stayed with me through the years and it bought me as much joy re-reading it as an adult as it did when I first read it all those years ago.

Anyway I hope that it was you and that you're not too weirded out by some random on Tumblr bringing up your Torchwood fanfic from 16 years ago.

That is indeed me!

I'm so sorry you had to go through such a stressful and difficult experience, but I'm glad you could find the fic again and take comfort from it. As a writer it's wonderful to hear when I touch someone with my fiction, but especially when it's able to give something.

Lord, 16 years ago. That's too long.

I hope you're in a better place now, and I am not at all weirded out :) I sometimes write to inspire, sometimes to explicate or explore, but I always write as a way of reaching out. I'm so pleased it helped you.

[lesbiandonnanoble]

ranking torchwood members by how nightmarish the blunt rotation would be. number 6 ultimate least worst is gwen but only because i love drama so much and don’t mind comforting people if they cry. any smoke sesh w gwen you’d walk away knowing the funniest most insane interpersonal drama on the planet. three hits in her eyes would already be getting red and she would lean over and say “SWEAR to me you won’t repeat this to anyone, but” gwen babygirl i am all ears. i would roll for you and just sit and watch you smoke it. at #5 honorary mention for suzie. she would find the perfect music for the vibe. she would roll an immaculate joint. the conversation would be heartfelt, pleasant. real.. by the time i realize i’m slowly dying and she’s gaining strength i wouldn’t even care tbh. ideal joint-sharing experience. #4 would be owen because i know that as long as i laughed at his jokes he would smoke me up indefinitely. his delusion that he’s cool and badass would get more embarrassing and apparent when high like mac it’s always sunny levels . and you might have to suffer some hero complex stories but i just know his very cool-looking bong has crystal clear water the second he knows anyone’s coming over. #3 is easily ianto. high chances of bringing a really uncomfortable weird energy to any smoke sesh. i once met a guy who said he’d been practicing rolling joints since he was a kid with paper and pencil shavings and then rolled the joint that fucked me the hardest i’ve ever experienced and that’s what smoking ianto’s shit would be like. except he’s just sitting there looking at you with wet dog eyes the whole time. his vibe would be still weirdly too professional, like the business major who tries to network at house parties. toshiko my lady.. second worst person to smoke with in torchwood not for any awful reason. her jokes would be the funniest out of all of them. her laugh would be enchanting. but you can tell she’s so nervous and trying too hard and the vibe gets more and more awkward and you desperately want to tell her it’s fine but you worry calling attention to it might make her feel worse and you stare at her and she stares at you, takes a beautiful bong rip, and says something so self deprecating you have to look away. the #1 most nightmarish person to share a joint with in torchwood is obviously jack. he pulls out a bag of purple shit, a strain he informs you is called ‘megacock OG’, and loads it into his 23rd century fucking instant vaporizer and promises it’s “got a hell of a kick” and you blink and it’s 20 minutes later and you’re flinching nearly shitting yourself every time his stupid fucking dinosaur swoops overhead ,sweating buckets, and he’s grinning slapping the table laughing opposite you while his genuinely cringeworthy sex stories, seemingly endless, ring in your ears like churchbells.

[doctorwhommm]

Janto request: Jack letting his guard down and letting Ianto comfort him about some of the things he's been through

sorry for disappearing everyone here is a little comic to apologise