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cxptained-archived · 5 years

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I rise from the dead to write some janto cute for @blipintiime.

Torchwood don’t stray F A R from Cardiff. They’re quite content with their little pocket of the universe that seems to have more problems than anywhere else on earth, thank you very much. Cardiff and its surrounding areas at a push. SWANSEA, maybe? Either way. Never far. Never for long.

Until tonight. It’s not a full team mission. It might be. The others are on back up - though lord knows if the M4 was anything to go by it would take them hours to get here if they called - but primarily they’re on their own. Not a problem for them, of COURSE. Torchwood is still Torchwood no matter the quantity. However, Jack and Ianto have found themselves nestled somewhere in the flatlands of Norfolk. It’s not too unlike Wales. There’s a s i m i l a r amount of sheep. It’s quite a lot flatter though. And the sign posts aren’t in two languages.

Safe to say though, Norfolk isn’t somewhere close to Wales. No, it finds itself on the opposite side of the United Kingdom in fact. Far, far away from their beds. Not to worry, because Jack’s booked them a room in a LOVELY bed and breakfast nearby to their mysterious alien sightings.

It’s late when the two of them traipse in that night. They’ve been on the hunt for their suspected creature, on their feet, tracing signs and signals galore but as of yet... no luck. All Jack really wants to go to bed and rest. He’s i m m o r t a l. Doesn't need to sleep to survive but recently his body has gotten used to sleeping more nights often than not with his partner. He finds his body has fallen into SOMEWHAT of a pattern, requiring to go to bed at a certain time of night each and every night. It’s nice, almost.

So Jack checks them in, ignoring the look the elderly woman on the desk seems to give them. Out in the countryside their opinions probably D I F F E R. Twenty first century humans and their aversion to anything slightly out of the norm. Just because two guys are sharing one bed doesn’t mea--

As the door swings open, Jack’s train of thought promptly comes to an end.

Oh.

Right.

That’s why she was staring at them.

Jack already KNOWS this is the last time he gets to do anything organisational before a mission away. Before them, in this quaint little cottage style hotel is one singular, somehow smaller than their original bed in the Hub, bed. It’s T I N Y, made up with a lovely looking duvet he must admit and what could possibly be the comfiest, most e n t i c i n g looking mattress he’s EVER seen.

“Well.” Jack starts as he cocks an eyebrow. A slight wiggle of the head in what seems to be deliberation as he drops his rucksack onto the ground. “Time to cosy up?” He says, gaze turning to Ianto quite quickly. Jack has very little problems with this scenario - of course.

A wink and Jack’s already taking off his coat and slinging it HAPHAZARDLY over the chair in the corner of the room. He’s sure he can feel Ianto’s eye roll burn into the back of his head while his back is turned. It’s a cute place though, they h a v e to admit. Wooden floorboards and beams running across the ceiling. A tiny window with shutters on the outside and a quaint armchair with a lovely lace cushion to match. It’s sweet.

The captain sits on the edge of the bed and kicks off his shoes. He’s not tidy at the best of times but when he’s TIRED, he’s almost ten times worse. Those shoes stay wherever they’ve landed. Jack will find them in the morning. And instead his fingers will find the buttons of his shirt.

“Takes me back to the OLD days.” He says, the way someone would start a story that took place perhaps a decade ago. Jack however is talking only a couple of months. He refers to T H E I R old bed. Jack’s tiny quarters inside the Hub, only really made for one. They’d moved to a bigger room a little while ago now. A normal double bed available and enough room to live comfortably as a pair. It had signified the beginning of a PROPER relationship if nothing else.

Once Jack is undressed, deciding to spend the night simply in his boxers - he lays himself down. He watches as Ianto approaches the bed, and see’s the way his boyfriend attempts to formulate a PLAN. The cogs are visible as they whir in his brain and try to find the best way to fit themselves in this bed. After a few moments Jack becomes impatient.

A hand sticks out from the bed, fingers wrapping around Ianto’s wrist and with a swift TUG, pulls the younger man on top of him completely. Jack grins up at his welshman, eyes lighting up mischievously despite the exhaustion behind them. It takes a m o m e n t more of wriggling before Jack has to the duvet comfortably on top of them both.

“Seemed like it was the ONLY way, don’t you think?” Jack teases lightly.

This is not the first time the two had navigated a too small bed. The Hub had provided it’s challenges for the first month or so of their relationship. The two are more than USED to these kinds of sleeping arrangements

They chat for a while. A few quips here and there about Jack’s LACK of ability to do much of anything right unless it’s taking down an alien species. Jack watches the way that Ianto’s eye crinkle at the edges as he smiles. Takes in the way his eyes shine in such the brightest of blues. Feels how Ianto’s heart beats in TANDEM with his own as the welshman lays across his chest.

After a while, the pair have grown silent. The lights have been turned off and there’s little movement from the man on top of him.

“Asleep?” Jack whispers into the darkness. He wouldn’t be surprised if he were.

“No.” Ianto answers in return. Jack feels his head shift against his shoulder, obviously looking up towards his partner in some capacity.

BLINDLY, the captain moves his hand slowly, until fingers connect with soft skin of Ianto’s cheek. He slides them across gently, e n c o m p a s s i n g his boyfriend's face after a moment and drawing him in.

The kiss that follows is soft and tender. Lips graze against each in what feels like slow motion as they take breaths at the PERFECT moments and meet once again without confusion. Jack, in the dark, can take every moment to simply memorise how Ianto FEELS against his body rather than how he looks.

THOUGH THAT’S PRETTY PERFECT TOO.

There’s a weight against his chest of Ianto’s body on top of his own that grounds him so perfectly. Their legs have TANGLED together without meaning too. Jack’s arms have found themselves crossed and draped over his boyfriend’s back. Once they break apart as a gently as they have come together, Ianto’s hair t i c k l e s Jack’s nose as his head goes down, and there’s a nose that doesn’t belong to him, pushed into the crook of his neck.

Jack will, in his DARKEST moments, remember this night.

And, as he feels the Welshman grow a little heavier against him as sleep takes a hold, he will remember not what it felt like to LOVE Ianto Jones - but what it felt like to be loved BY him.

A perfect man.

HIS perfect man.

#blipintiime; i spent my whole life running then one day all of the sudden there was you #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid

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cantsaythetword · 4 years

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You’re Adorable

~A/N - Hey! You know the drill by now lmao. It’s another old fic!

But this one is for... Drum roll please... TORCHWOOOOOOOOD!!!

Some Janto (? iack? Jack x Ianto whatever their ship name is) for your day.

- Enoy! ~

* Masterpost Link *

It was an accident. Really, it was. Jack never intended to discover his boyfriend’s little secret, but oh was he glad when he did.

The first hint he got caused concern, as it wasn’t the sort of reaction he’d expect from his coffee-loving partner.

It was a late Tuesday evening, a very uneventful day, in fact. The rest of the team had gone home early, leaving Jack and Ianto inside. Ianto was clearing up the pizza boxes and drink cans from the lunch the group had shared earlier, and was tipping them into large plastic rubbish bags. He was almost finished when Jack approached him from behind. The immortal man’s hands snaked around the younger’s torso, pulling him into what was intended to be a gentle, romantic embrace. What followed was nothing of the sort.

Ianto flinched as Jack’s fingers hooked into the pocket his hip bone made with his tummy, and twisted away.

He mumbled out a “Sorry, sir,” before pressing his side into Jack’s once more.

Jack, sensing the tension, moved his arm from his boyfriend’s waist to around Ianto’s shoulder. Despite the now relaxed man cuddling into him, Jack couldn’t stop replaying the moment that had just occurred between them.

Did something happen earlier today that made Ianto annoyed with him? He wracked his brains trying to think of a reason his boyfriend would be acting this way. Maybe he threw that soda can a little too hard earlier? It was only meant to be a joke. The playful banter they always shared might have struck a nerve, or hit a little too close to home? Or was it much simpler than that?

Was he uncomfortable being close to Jack anymore?

Instead of trying to tiptoe his way around Ianto and figure it out by himself, he simply asked, “Is everything ok?”

Ianto nodded, his face relaxing in some sort of relief.

Maybe he just needed to know I care? Jack thought, and decided to drop the issue for the time being.

The second hint made him suspicious. He could tell something was up, and something Ianto was embarrassed about.

After a tangle with a particularly aggressive weevil, Ianto had suffered several scratches along his rib cage. Owen had disinfected them and Jack, for reasons unbeknown to even himself, insisted on checking the wounds with his own two eyes.

As he ran his fingers along the outside of a deep cut, checking for swelling or infection, the victim let out something between a groan and a muffled squeal.

Jack, worried he had hurt the man, quickly pulled his hands away, a worried glint in his eyes.

“It’s just a scratch.” Ianto brushed the man's fingers away. “I’m fine.”

“You seem in more pain than a scratch would give you Yan.” Jack gestured to Owen, who promptly held the boy still.

Ianto tried to twist around in the tight grasp, “What-? Let go!”

“Sorry tea-boy, there might be deeper injuries. Internal bleeding or infection can be nasty, so we can’t have you movin’ around.” Owen said matter-of-factly

Jack gently pressed into Ianto’s side, but the noise that came out was not one he was expecting to hear.

“Nohoho!”

The two examiners stopped, with surprised looks on their faces. The examinee stared at the ground, his cheeks red and ears beginning to heat as well.

“Ianto?” Jack asked gently, “Is everything alright?”

The man didn’t reply, but flinched away every time his boyfriend tried to look at his wounds. Eventually, after a lot of wriggling and stiffled noises, Ianto was patched up and given the all clear. As he left, he rubbed over the patches of cotton and bandage.

The third time, Jack was certain. He knew exactly what had been happening the last few days, and he was definitely going to exploit it.

The two lay together in the early hours of a Sunday morning, Jack pressing kisses down Ianto’s body, from his collarbone down to his pantline. As he reaches the young man’s tummy, he felt it tense and suck in under his warm breath. Jack allowed his face to break into a grin, and began gently scraping his fingernails down his boyfriend’s sides. As he predicted, Ianto squirmed away from the touch, light giggles gracing his lips. Jack looked up at his boyfriend’s face, and his stomach did a giddy backflip.

Ianto’s mouth was scrunched into an adorable smile, trying to contain his laughter. His eyes were scrunched up and his cheeks glowed with a light shade of pink. Jack couldn’t remember the last time he had seen him smiling this much, and it didn’t take him long to put two and two together.

This was too good to be true.

He prodded slightly harder with his fingers, and as Ianto’s laughter became harder and harder for him to control, Ianto opened his eyes to see a shit-eating grin. Realising Jack was tickling him purposefully, he slid himself out from underneath his boyfriend and sat up on the bed.

“Jack.” Ianto said as calmly and fluently as possible.

“Yes?” The man said innocently, withdrawing his fingers.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Jack teased, giving his boyfriend a wink. He knew there was no way Ianto would fall for-

“You know… Tickle me.”

Jack grinned. Poor, naive Ianto. “Tickle you? Well if you insist…”

Ianto instantly brought his hands up, pointlessly trying to protect his sensitive body, but it was no use. Jack’s nimble fingers wormed their way through his shield of limbs and gently began tickling the boy’s ribs.

As the fluttery sensations overloaded his boyfriend’s nervous system, Jack watched as the giggly face in front of him flushed red, and the legs he was sitting on began to kick.

“Come on Yan, I know you want to laugh!” Jack teased, making Ianto blush further.

The giggly boy shook his head, trying to block out the tickly tickles. The older increased the intensity, until Ianto broke.

“JAHAHACK!” Ianto squealed, one arm covering his lower tummy and the other was covering his ribs with the bicep and attempting to cover his face with his hand and forearm.

What was most adorable, was his smile. It was the widest and happiest Jack had seen in what felt like years. His laugh was neither high nor low pitched, but was giggly and airy. His legs tried to curl up, but they struggled under Jack’s weight. Before they even got a chance to protect Ianto’s upper body, jack tweaked the knees pressing into his shoulders, and sent the poor man’s legs back down against the matress.

“Awwww is someone ticklish?” Jack cooed, bending his face down to kiss his boyfriend’s half-exposed neck.

“Shuhuhut uhup!”

“You’re in no position to tell me to shut up.” Jack chuckled, as his fingers climbed up and into Ianto’s armpits, making the latter scream.

At the sudden reaction, Jack’s teasy composure broke down and he giggled out a “What was that?”

Ianto blushed, turning away from the man’s face hovering just above his own.

“When I said I could make you scream, this wasn’t exactly how I imagined it.” He whispered in his boyfriend’s ear.

Ianto buried his face in Jack’s chest, and Jack could feel the fast breath against his skin.

“You alright?” He smiled, and slowly ran his hand up and down Ianto’s upper back, causing the younger to jerk away in ticklish reflex. He eventually relaxed into the soothing movements, and the pair settled into a move comfortable position for cuddling.

“Sorry.” Ianto mumbled.

Jack gave him a confused look, “For what?”

“For being so… so…”

“Ticklish?” Jack smiled gently, and Ianto could feel the teasy smirk behind him.

“Yeah, that.”

“You’re adorable.” The man chuckled against Ianto’s neck.

He blushed, batting at Jack’s hand fluttering on his side. “Really?”

Jack pulled the man into a hug, and whispered into his ear,

“Really.”

Ianto smiled and laughed softly as Jack continued to slowly tickle his sides in a soothing manner. Soon enough, the giggles turned to gentle snoring.

Once Ianto’s little secret was out, Jack used the weakness at any and every opportunity. He loved making his boyfriend laugh, and flustering him at the same time was just an added bonus.

Little did he know, Ianto enjoyed it too.

#fic #mine #old

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cxptained · 4 years

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@blipintiime | x

in his archivists DEFENCE, he had told him to go all out. but jack hadn’t realised that all out would entail punching him directly in the face. he’d seen stars for a moment - though that was probably more down to the shock of it all - and immediately recoiled with wide eyes. the jig could not have been given up just yet so he threw him self back into this ‘ fight ’ with the same amount of GUSTO until the two of them had what they needed and could retreat.

on the way back to the SUV jack suddenly clutches his nose and turns with an indignant expression. the look of pain, however, is quickly transformed within seconds, to a look of that like a kicked PUPPY as his boyfriend inspects his face with damage.

he wrinkles his nose just a little as if to test ianto’s diagnosis.

“are you sure?” jack complains, touching his own skin with careful fingers. brows are furrowed with intensity as he does so. “I still think it’s BROKEN.” he practically whines.

for a man who dies on the regular and takes getting shot in his stride... jack can be a baby when he wants to be

#blipintiime #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ic; i'm the man who can never die #captain jack harkness; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid #ianto jones; you and i together could never be boring

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cxptained · 4 years

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@blipintiime | soft interactions [ SLEEPY ] for your muse to slowly fall alseep on my muse’s lap .

JACK HARKNESS AND IANTO JONES. two men who have never exuded softness to the world. not a pairing many would think to be affectionate at first glance. but that is ENTIRELY dependent on who the many is. the many don’t get to know the truth behind the two men that reside so d e e p within cardiff.

because the truth currently looks like a young welshman with tired eyes sitting comfortably within the lap of his captain in a tiny bunker inside a secret hub. the truth currently looks like an immortal man with hands rough from time that are caressing the skin of his beloved’s cheek in the softest possible way. the truth CURRENTLY looks like pure bliss etched upon the both of their faces as they spend one night not worrying about what future may bring but enjoying carefree company instead.

the truth is love.

and comfort.

and h o p e .

jack has one arm wrapped around ianto’s chest, not holding him there tightly against will or to prevent r e m o v a l but a simple barrier to stop the slowly drifting man sliding from his lap as sleep takes hold. they’ve spent so much of tonight talking, jack reminiscing stories of time agencies and missions. of aliens and planets. a smile upon his face as he gets to tell the tales of adventures he thought would be lost to a memory not fit for ETERNITY.

but the stories will now live on within another.

though, as compelling as they are; it seems as though stories may have to wait another day. because ianto grows heavier within jack’s arms. head lolls somewhat to the side as a body loses grip on consciousness and breath grows deeper.

perhaps any OTHER day jack would have woken him. would have played pretence at annoyance for ianto’s clear boredom to his tales.

not tonight.

TONIGHT jack bows his head and presses lips to his partner’s temple. not a kiss as such but simply feeling skin against his own. and he smiles; a true and perfect smile and takes a breath. inhales the scent of ianto jones D E E P within his lungs and wraps his second arm around the chest of the one he holds dear. he lets the feeling of the man - his hero in so many ways - overcome his every sense.

“ oh, ianto jones…” jack whispers as he moves with the upmost care.

every shuffle down the bed is smooth. he will NOT wake his sleeping boyfriend. and once they reach a position; a position where jack can cocoon his beloved to his hearts content. ianto faces him, of course, and that peaceful sleeping face is as beautiful as the smile that so often greets him and only him.

“ i love you. ”

#janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ianto jones; you and i together could never be boring #captain jack harkness; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid #ask; whatever it is you're selling we're not buying #ic; i'm the man who can never die #I AM PROUD OF THIS OKAY

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cxptained · 4 years

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“Sleep at my place tonight.”

@blipintiime | concerned starters

that sentence can mean only one thing. ianto has the house to HIMSELF. for whatever reason it may be. the jones’ household is empty.

and GOD it couldn’t have come at a better time. because jack harkness just wrecked his car.

the two young men are on the phone as it stands. jack’s sitting on the side of the road, staring at the remains of his vehicle. he’s not far from ianto’s house and a lot farther his own place. jack’s shaken, it’s evident in his voice even if he’s trying not to let it show.

“no–no… i don’t want to DISTURB, don’t worry. i’ll get a tow truck and–erm… get back to mine.” he mutters, running a hand over his face.

it’s already late in the evening as it is, it’s cold out and of course jack is absolutely freezing. an arm curls around his knees. “oh–fuck…” he sighs out with a groan as if he’s only just realised what he’s done.

#blipintiime #ic; i'm the man who can never die #ask; whatever it is you're selling we're not buying #ianto jones; you and i together could never be boring #captain jack harkness; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#verse; domestic au

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cxptained-archived · 5 years

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10 Year Anniversary of the Death of Ianto Jones Drabble;

It’s been ten years to the day since Jack lost Ianto Jones. For a while Jack tried to push the date out of his mind. He didn’t want any part of it. He didn’t want to remember it. It hurt too much. But every time his mind drifts back to conversations with the young Welshman. Phrases float up and it hits him with the strongest sense of guilt. Blip in time. Don’t forget me.

If Jack doesn’t remember the date, if he doesn’t burn that painful number deep down in his mind, then that’s what Ianto will become. Nothing more than a speck in his memory. Nothing to ground him to what he was. Jack can’t let that happen. He refuses.

When Ianto Jones first died, Jack lost himself. You see, there’s a lot of Ianto-Glue that holds together Jack Harkness. It’s invisible but it’s the strongest glue in the universe. It fills in the cracks left by two thousand years of torture, heart-break and wrong doings. Make no mistake there’s Jack-Glue holding together Ianto too but that now lays to rest six feet under the ground. Jack won’t ask for it back. Even if death that piece of him still belongs to Ianto.

Jack left Earth after Ianto died. There was nothing for him here. Jack lost a man he loved harder than anyone else. He arrived at Torchwood Three for the Doctor. He stayed for Ianto Jones. And why stay now? When the Doctor no longer needed him and his one true reason for remaining here was never coming back? So, Jack ran. He could run forever if you let him.

Jack never slowed down - not for years. He ran to every corner of the universe, every second of time. He screamed Ianto Jones’ name into the ether, letting it resonate with every colony, every species that he found. Ianto Jones would never be forgotten. Even if Jack himself grew old and feeble. Even if he lived so long everything was a blur. There would be an echo of Ianto’s name around the universe for everyone alike to hear. Perhaps as Jack grew old he would hear those echoes. Perhaps he wouldn’t remember a face or feel his touch but he’d hear a name in a voice so familiar. And he would know to remember it for the rest of his life.

After his voice was hoarse and there was no breath left in his lungs Jack found himself a quiet corner of the universe if there was such a thing. He stands in an open field, looks out onto the horizon and raises his Webley. Jack seems to linger, a little nervous perhaps, before pressing the barrel to his head.

He pulls the trigger.

BANG.

Jack drops dead.

Seconds later he gasps for air, flailing where he lays, hands grabbing out for someone that will never be there again. He raises his weapon again in shaking hands.

BANG.

Jack dies once more.

The cycle repeats over and over and over.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

Reload.

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

What part of him drives this? What is his brain thinking?

Well, and perhaps this is the heart-breaking part, he hopes that one of these deaths may be his last. Maybe his number will run out. Maybe his body can only regenerate so many times in a short space of time. Maybe he’ll stay dead long enough that he gets a glimpse of that beautiful face that left him behind. Maybe he’ll stay long enough to receive a kiss.

It never works of course.

After that Jack just keeps running. It’s years in the end. Years of mindless running head first into danger. Years of pain that didn’t need to be caused. Years of recklnessness.

Eventually he comes home.

The Hub is rebuilt.

He reunites with Gwen.

Normality.

Except it never can be. There are ghosts in this Hub. It doesn’t matter that it was re-built. It doesn’t matter that technically these ghosts have never seen these surroundings. There’s an Owen in the med-bay, a Tosh babbling at her desk, and a Ianto in the tourism office. They won’t let themselves be forgotten, will they?

And now, ten years on from the day he lost Ianto Jones, he finds himself sitting by a certain grave with a bunch of flowers in his lap. The first time he’s been able to bring himself to do so.

“It’s been a while.” Jack says from where he sits cross legged by the headstone. He’s been sitting there for a while now but this is the first time he can bring himself to speak. “I’m about to do a lot of talking and I know we didn’t actually do a lot of that when you were around. Which means there are a lot of words to catch up on so I’m going to need you to stay quiet, alright? Shouldn’t be hard to do.” He forces out a chuckle. The tears are already springing forward into his eyes.

“Ianto Jones you were special.” Jack nods. “I… refused to let anyone into my life over the years. The pain of losing people didn’t seem worth getting close to them. I vowed to myself, Ianto I really did, I vowed I would never let myself love someone ever again. I didn’t exactly bargain for you.”

There’s a long pause after that. Jack looks down at his lap.

“I love you. There I said it.” Jack nods determinedly, nostrils flaring as tears start their journey down his cheeks. “Sorry it took ten years to say. Doesn’t mean I didn’t back then though. I did love you. I just wasn’t ready to let myself. Guess I shouldn’t have waited so long, huh?”

Another pause and Jack doesn’t know what to say. They never talked about this kind of thing before, it’s even harder now when one half can’t talk back. Jack lets his head tip forward into his hands, his palms dragged down his face as he mentally kicks himself for not having prepared something beforehand.

“You probably just want me to spit it out right? Or by now you would have told me to shut up and you would have kissed me just a bit harder than necessary—not that I’d complain.” It’s a laugh now, as he raises his head again and focuses his eyes on the gravestone with a sigh.

“I wanted to thank you Ianto Jones, that’s really all. A lot of rambling to get there I realised but it’s hard to turn on the charm when I can’t see your face.” Jack smiles sadly. “Thank you. For everything. For being you. I didn’t want anyone knowing about me you see Ianto. I… used to be afraid. Horribly afraid. That maybe if people knew I couldn’t die that they wouldn’t care about me. Got proved once or twice in the past and after that I kept it secret. You were one hell of an exception to that rule Ianto Jones. I am immortal-- and you’d still throw yourself in front of me. You’d still be there when I died. You were so… incredibly caring Ianto. I couldn’t quite believe my luck. “So I told you more. I told you about my life, about the Time Agency, about every trip with the Doctor. I told you stories that will never see the light of day again. They will die with you Ianto, and that’s okay. That’s the way it should be.” Tears are streaming down his face now. Jack doesn’t bother to wipe them away.

“I was afraid of love. I was scared to let myself get close to someone but with you I couldn’t help myself. It was like something pulled me towards you. Something that wouldn’t let go until I could call you mine. Being immortal isn’t easy—though you could argue being dead is probably harder. I won’t fight you on that. But I know that everyone I get close to will leave. One way or another.” A sob. It chokes him. His voice from now one is broken and tired. He breathes heavily through sniffs but doesn’t once wipe those tears away. Ianto deserves these emotions.

“But you were so worth it, Ianto. You were worth every pain in this universe. And we should have had so long together. A good fifty years to go.” Jack cries. “I was going to watch you grow old. I was going to tease you about going grey. I was going to be there, Ianto, and you were going to be the first one in thousands of years that I let myself do that with. I promise you that.”

Jack’s face is streaked. His eyes bright red and puffy. Finally, he gets to his feet. The flowers are taken from his lap and placed by the headstone of the grave. He allows himself some time to stare at the inscription before taking a step backwards.

A shaky breath is taken as his mouth moves to form words. None of them are right so he fumbles silence for a moment before he sobs loudly and finally speaks.

“I want you come home, Ianto Jones.” He begs.

“Please…”

#tw suicide #blipintiime; i spent my whole life running then one day all of the sudden there was you #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#captain jack harkness #self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid

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cxptained · 4 years

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“Death can kindly piss off today.”

@blipintiime | attacked starters

“ it’s not coming for you any time soon, IANTO JONES. ”

and, well, that’s a promise is it not? ianto will be sticking around for a little while longer. fingers are working quickly in the absence of their medic to wrap the only material to hand around a gash wound in their archivists arm. the only material to hand happening to be the sleeve of one p a r t i c u l a r military greatcoat. not like it hasn’t been coated in blood time and time again anyway. “ i know we like it ROUGH, but this is foreplay gone a bit wrong. ” the captain jokes. weevil hunting usually ends up in sex if nothing else but tonight it all seems to have gone a bit awry as they now sit - weevil dead at their feet - and backs against a tree.

#ask; whatever it is you're selling we're not buying #ic; i'm the man who can never die #ianto jones; you and i together could never be boring #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#captain jack harkness; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid

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cxptained-archived · 5 years

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Jack asking Ianto on a date in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang rambles;

There’s something I’ve always loved and noticed about the scene in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang where Jack finally asks Ianto out on a proper date. Now, we all know what spurs Jack on to do this. We all know that Jack had a lot of time to think in the Year That Never Was, had an awful lot of time being tortured too. Jack clearly found something to hang onto during that time, something that made that experience bearable.

It’s no doubt that thing was Ianto Jones.

But when Jack asks Ianto out on a date he’s so NERVOUS. Jack isn’t the Captain Jack Harkness we’ve known for the whole of season 1. He’s not suave and sophisticated, his witty one liners dwindle off into nothingness and he lets himself be cut off by Ianto instantly. Something that would have gotten at least a side eye or a bit of rebuttal last season.

The “how are you Ianto?” is tenuous. Like he’s afraid of the answer. It doesn’t help that he isn’t sure if Ianto has even looked at him properly since he came back. He blinks about twenty times throughout that question as well, unable to make eye contact.

And then the stutters start. The tripping over his words. The not being able to get to full sentences.

“I mean while I was away, I-I-I was thinking, w-w-... maybe we could... you know when... this is... all done... dinner... movie...”

He’s terrified of the reaction. Ianto was what got him through a year of being tortured. The idea of coming back to this man, spending one more night in his bed, getting another kiss in his office, another make out session in the back of the SUV. The idea of seeing him again, up close and personal, being able to count every single second between kisses.

He’s scared that the thing he relied on might just be about to be ripped away from him.

Even when Ianto practically says yes, Jack is still nervous, still awkward; “looks like we’re going to have to go through every drawer, bin and plant pot... heh.”

That there is a face of a man who won’t be satisfied til he has a certain answer. That’s the face of someone who just put his entire heart out on the line. Jack Harkness has never acted like this around anyone else that we know of. Not even the Doctor who we know he was in love with while they were travelling together.

And it’s so odd for us to see. He’s had no issue flirting with Ianto in the past. He’s never been afraid of the Welshman’s reaction. Never exactly thought of the consequences either. If Ianto gets annoyed Jack will just find another way to worm his way back into the man’s good books. It happened after Countrycide after all.

But Jack is clearly afraid of what might life might hold if Ianto says no here. And it’s more than that. It’s like there’s a piece of Jack missing. It’s like something was taken from him in the Year That Never Was. Something in him broke... Not surprising given he went through a year of solid torture.

It’s only here when Ianto turns around and says yes. An actual yes. No question about he definitely said yes that we see this.

THAT’S the Captain Jack Harkness we all remember. That’s the Jack who makes jokes and smiles all the time without it being forced. That’s the Jack that doesn’t have a part of him missing.

Because Ianto just filled that hole and fixed his Captain in two seconds flat.

#headcanon; just because you can't understand it doesn't mean it's not true #long post #wow I had feelings #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid #ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!

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Ianto says “don’t forget me”

Jack says “never could”

But honestly? Do you know how LONG Ianto runs through Jack’s mind? How many times he sleeping with other people and he mind immediately goes back to his Welshman? How many times he’s kissing someone only to see Ianto’s face every time he closes his eyes? How many times Jack’s sat drunk in a bar, wondering if THIS is what Ianto would have wanted him to do? Crying cause he doesn’t know whether Ianto would be disappointed in the way he’s treating himself or whether he’d understand?

And after a while he goes to the end of the universe. He sits there and he watches. Watches everything crumble beneath him and wishes he could be PART of it. Because if he believed in Heaven he could be joining him in that moment.

It’s then that he tries to kill himself. He KNOWS it won’t work. Of course he knows. But it doesn’t stop him from trying. Every time it takes a little longer to revive he’s hopeful. Maybe his immortality will just run out. Maybe his soul, his mind... his anything can be tricked? Maybe, if only for FIVE MINUTES, he can get to wherever Ianto went after he died before his body works.

He gives up years later.

Jack doing everything in Ianto’s honour after that. Every good thing he does from then on he puts a little bit of Ianto Jones into. Every MARK he makes is in Ianto’s name. He does things Ianto would have wanted to do. Made decisions Ianto would have wanted him to make.

He’ll make the world a better place and call out IANTO JONES’ name into the wilderness because as long as he’s out there doing good things, Ianto Jones can’t be forgotten. Jack gives the names to future civilisations. Tells them to pass it around.

Jack Harkness makes it so if HE can’t forget the most important man that ever entered his life, the universe won’t either.

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Headcanon;

Jack seems like the type of person who could easily be interpreted as your manly-man, very unemotional however that is not the case. He comes across as ‘strong man with a gun’. He’s all leadership. He’s decision-making. He’s having a hot temper and a level head all in one go.

Jack Harkness is never talking about your emotions. RIGHT?

He doesn't once say I love you to Ianto Jones. He doesn’t ONCE admit feelings about their relationship out loud - not properly out loud. But as Ianto puts it “I know you love me... at least I think you do.”

Jack has REASONS for not verbalising that love. He’s afraid of doing so. He’s afraid of saying it because he knows how quickly it is often ripped away from him. Being immortal is not something that lends itself to long term relationships, is it? Jack doesn’t say I love you because he’s protecting himself but he never NEEDS to say it.

We can see that Jack loves Ianto just from the look on his face. From day one of knowing the welshman, Jack was a little bit fucked. Then in Cyberwoman we see him crying at the thought of Ianto being dead (and that's after Jack has just discovered Ianto has betrayed and manipulated him from the very beginning), in Countrycide the anger on his face is 100% because they messed with the people he loves. In End of Days, the way he clings to Ianto after reviving is desperation to be close to the person he trusts, in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang when he returns it’s a look to Ianto when the words he says don’t connote the meaning.

Jack doesn’t do words to show his emotions but he never for ONCE hides them away.

Captain Jack Harkness never says I love you but he wears his heart on his sleeve every single day.

#headcanon; just because you can't understand it doesn't mean it's not true #blipintiime; i spent my whole life running then one day all of the sudden there was you #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid

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“ you’ve been mostly-dead all day. ”

@blipintiime | bet you thought I’d never do one of these

“I’m sorry. Left you with some PAPERWORK, did I?” Jack snips with a raised eyebrow. “Next time I’ll let you take the gunshot to the head and I’LL write my name on the bottom of some paper?” He groans as he emerges from their quarters for the first time that day. He died at ten that morning. It’s now around four in the afternoon, most of the team were winding down for the day but Jack’s death had caused such the - quite literal - headache that he’d simply been downstairs with his face BURIED into a pillow and the lights off.

Clearly, it still hasn’t gone away since Jack is not sporting his usual coat, he’s forgone a proper button up shirt for a B A S I C white t-shirt and his hair remains to be sticking up at all angles. Not to mention the snapping.

Jack sinks into the chair behind his desk and lets his head fall into his hands. “Just throw it over here. I’ll do the rest.” He grumbles, American accent s o m e h o w thicker while his voice is muffled by palms.

#blipintiime; i spent my whole life running then one day all of the sudden there was you #ask; whatever it is you're selling we're not buying #ic; i'm the man who can never die #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#jack harkness; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid

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Meta I guess?;

Okay I need to ramble about a thing. Torchwood S02 E05, Adam. Jack cares for his team SO MUCH. He would slaughter the world twice over if he thought it would keep his team safe.

“All I know is when I think of my team I see you there but I don’t feel anything for you. No pride. No warmth.” - Jack about Adam who made fake memories to belong in Torchwood.

So he tells everyone they need to replace their memories, makes them go back to the memories that make them THEM, before they met the imposter that was Adam. This is incredibly painful for three out of the four. Only Gwen uses happiness to define her because she uses Rhys.

Tosh remembers feeling alone. “Knowing there has to be something more than this... knowing I’m special. Waiting for someone to see it...” Jack’s response: “I saw it.” He puts his hand on Tosh’s shoulder gently.

Owen remembers feeling scared. “You save one life... hundreds of lives but it’s never enough. Who will save me?” Jack’s response: “I will.” He puts his hand on Owen’s chest twice, over his heart to promise him that.

Ianto remembers losing love and finding love again in Jack. “Coming here gave me meaning again.... You.” Jack’s response. There are no words. He kisses Ianto’s forehead and runs his hand over his jaw. He lingers longer than the rest because Ianto doesn’t need words. He needs Jack’s touch of reassurance more. He needs to know that Jack isn’t going anywhere like Lisa did.

I will never not cry watching this scene. Watching Jack promise so much to his team, knowing that they’re not going to remember it but knowing it was important even so. Jack could have made them take the amnesia pill and that would have been that. But he took the time to make them feel protective. To make them feel loved. Jack is incredible to his team and I adore him.

He even loses his last happy memory of his family in order to keep his team safe. And that’s saying something. I love Captain Jack Harkness so much.

#self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid #gwen cooper; your boyfriend's stupid #ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#toshiko sato; sometimes a little technobabble is good for the soul #owen harper; who the hell orders pizza under the name of torchwood?!#janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?#help me i'm crying

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“You’re so in love with Ianto, aren’t you?”

anon | Send “You’re so in love with _____, aren’t you?” for my muse’s reaction

Jack’s face IMMEDIATELY turns a shade of pink. He ducks his head as if to hide the flush of colour that coats his cheeks before deciding NO. His head rises. He’s not about to hide the way Ianto makes him feel. They’re right after all.

Jack Harkness is so in love with Ianto Jones.

So he nods, lips curling into a smile. Just THINKING about that man can brighten his day. And seeing his face? God, that’s worth more than anything in the world. The way Ianto talks. The way he looks at Jack? It’s MESMERISING. All the immortal wants most in the world is to hold that man in his arms and keep him safe forever.

“Yes.” Jack says earnestly. “Yes, I AM.”

#anon #ic; i'm the man who can never die #ask; whatever it is you're selling we're not buying #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?

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Middle of crisis, nuclear attack imminent, the team don’t know if they can fix it.

Jack: C’mon! With a dashing hero like me on the case how can we fail?? Ianto: He is dashing... we have to give him that. I adore you, Ianto. ALWAYS loyal.

#ooc; you people and your quaint little categories #these two have my heart #i love them #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?

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Scene: Gwen, being her bitchy self, says something that’s under handed and is meant to be kind and or innocent but between the lines is something to hit Ianto where it hurts. What’s Jack’s reaction when he over hears?

anon | random scenarios that i didn’t realise i was accepting but am totally accepting tbh

“I’m just SAYING, Gwen. I don’t think it’s wise to go out running after this thing without at LEAST talking to Jack about it first.” Ianto says clearly. He’s not mad. Not a single tone in his voice is raised but he’s firm with his words. He’s seen too many team mates get hurt or worse, killed, thanks to their own heroics.

Torchwood works best as a TEAM.

“Right, yes. Of course.” Gwen says, her voice sickly sweet. A smile breaks across her lips and she collects the papers she was working on from the board room meeting table and tucks them under her arm. “You’re right. The tea-boy who’s major role in this company is being the bosses part-time shag, is definitely right.” She says, barely breaking that smile.

Ianto pauses as that sinks in. He and Gwen are friends, there’s NO doubt about that. His and Jack’s relationship rarely put a notable strain on workplace environments. But it can still be used as ammo against him can’t it..? Ianto’s head ducks for a moment. He makes to speak but the words don’t leave his lips.

“Funny, I don’t remember Ianto saying a single bad word to you when you were hooking up Owen when you first joined.” Jack says dryly. Ianto’s eyes widened. Was Jack always standing there? Ianto doesn’t recall now. Even SO, his cheeks tint with a flush of pink. “Nor has he ever said anything about Tosh and Owen going on dates?” Jack continues. Yeah, Ianto’s definitely blushing now. “So why on, EARTH, Gwen Cooper do you think it’s any of your damn business who Ianto’s spending his spare time with?”

Jack pushes off the door frame he’s leaning on and walks towards the table. He takes the piece of paper from Gwen’s hand and scans it briefly.

“You’ve looked at this Ianto?” Jack asks, turning his head to face his love for a moment. Ianto simply nods. “And what do you think?”

“I.. I think she should take someone with her. Probably Owen, maybe you. Probably get Tosh to run a few scans first. Figure out its primary abilities so she knows how powerful it is. Then take a team mate based on those results.” Ianto recites, his eyes not once leaving Jack’s own.

Jack himself smirks and turns back to Gwen, handing over her case file once more.

“Excellent in his field and FANTASTIC part-time shag.” Jack tells her. “You heard the man, Tosh, scans, results, teammate, GO.” Gwen hasn’t said a word. She knows the moment Jack heard her say those words she was done for. Nobody really gets to insult Ianto on Jack’s watch, especially not for those reasons. Instead she just nods and skitters out the room, regretting the words that had come from her lips, leaving Jack and Ianto alone.

Jack walks around the table til he’s standing mere inches away from Ianto. He looks so downhearted, it breaks Jack’s heart to see him like it.

“Hey…” He says softly, a hand raising to gently cup Ianto’s cheek. Jack smiles kindly, this thumb drawing across the Welshman’s skin. “You know that’s bullshit, right?” Jack checks. “You’re MORE than a part-time shag. Don’t listen to her.”

Ianto’s lips curl into a half-smile and he glances up towards the taller man. Suddenly Jack’s other arm is wrapping around Ianto, palm pressed against his back and pulling him into his chest. Ianto lets out a small breath and Jack kisses the top of his head. Before long Ianto’s inhaling the captain’s scent heavily, fingers curling into the long coat. Jack moves his head, lips pressing against Ianto’s temple.

“Jack?” Ianto’s voice comes small.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks…”

Jack huffs a small chuckle and simply holds Ianto closer to his body.

#ask; whatever it is you're selling we're not buying #gwen cooper; your boyfriend's stupid #ianto jones; i take it all back but not him!#self; used to be a poster boy when i was a kid #ic; i'm the man who can never die #janto; can we maybe drop the 'sir' now?

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