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[ultraviolet-eucatastrophe]

Gwen/Ianto/Rhys/Jack

(I hope a multi ship is ok)

A multi ship is SO okay and especially this one! The polycule family my beloved!! I'm thinking largely in terms of the post-CoE canon beach house type AUs here, but:

North by Sleeping at Last

Solely because I titled a fic of them with a lyric from this song. It's very good for the idea of like... comfy domesticity and setting up a home together, you know?

Never Look Away by Vienna Teng

Because I titled a different fic in a different AU for them with a lyric from this song... it really reminds me of my mortal!Jack AU versions of them!

Home To Me by the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Again, a song about having a home and being there for one another as a family no matter what horrors may come! Which is the vibe I associate with them!

Being Cool by Kimya Dawson

I'm my mother's only daughter, we were both born to run But even he says it's amazing raising babies in the place where you come from

This definitely feels like a song for a polycule of friends/lovers raising a child together to me. And also I was absolutely steeping myself in her music in the late 2000s when Children of Earth was airing, so the connection is also partly via that

Battle Scars by Paradise Fears

This is a call to the soldiers The fighters The young, the innocent, and righteous We've got a little room to grow Better days are near Hope is so much stronger than fear

This is them healing from the events of Children of Earth to me!

[toshsato]

hugging while twirling around - GwenTosh

3. hugging while twirling around

thank you, bestie! <3 <3 also on ao3!

Gwen Cooper stood in the London airport terminal's arrival area. She was surrounded by people waiting for loved ones to arrive, and she folded her arms; shuffling her feet back and forth, as she waited for her own loved one.

Some held signs decorated with people's names or simply a "Welcome to London!" One person had a sign with the welsh flag that just said, "Sorry I stole your cat!" What the hell was that about? It did make her wonder if she should've made a sign. Toshiko wouldn't be expecting one, but that's what made it appealing. The image of Tosh smiling, flattered, but confused at the gesture; wormed its way into Gwen's heart, making her regret not making one.

It didn’t take long to spot her. Gwen rarely saw her girlfriend wear anything as casual as a hoodie. The Russian goat aliens clean-up must’ve been a mess. She liked how it looked on her, it was purple, and that was Tosh’s colour. The tech genius’ hair was held up in a messy bun, and her glasses slid down her nose a bit.

“Tosh!” Gwen smiled, and waved to get her attention.

“Hi,” she said, spotting Gwen and walking over.

As soon as she put her laptop bag down, Gwen practically jumped at her. She wrapped her arms around Tosh and picked her up, spinning her around. “Oh, it’s good to see you!”

Tosh let out a laugh. “Gwen, put me down.”

She did so, still holding her in her arms. Gwen enjoyed how soft the fabric of the hoodie was, and the smell of Tosh's perfume: lavender.

"It's good to see you too," said Tosh, smiling brightly.

“Are you all right?" Gwen said. "How did it go?”

“Fine,” the tech genius said. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Relieved that her girlfriend was in fact fine, and back in her arms, Gwen kissed her. Tosh kissed her back, eagerly, echoing the same amount of relief that her girlfriend felt.

In moments like these, they didn’t care if others were watching. When they parted, Gwen pressed one final kiss to Tosh’s cheek before the two headed to baggage claims.

[princess-of-the-worlds]

Janto Valentine’s date?

Valentine’s Day?

Ten years being a couple and Jack still never fails to surprise him, Ianto muses as he gazes over the giant bouquet of roses and peonies, the slab of dark chocolate cake on the kitchen island, and a beaming tuxedo-ed Jack Harkness. 

“What’s the occasion?” he asks, briefly panicking that he might have forgotten a birthday or anniversary. 

Jack’s smile only widens. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

“...” Ianto continues staring at Jack in bewilderment. Finally, he says, “Valentine’s Day was a good six months ago, Jack.”

“Shut it,” Jack orders, pulling Ianto into his arms and kissing him hard enough that Ianto becomes dazed. “Be more romantic. Any day can be Valentine’s Day if you try hard enough.”

There’s a quiet whimper from behind Ianto, and he tears himself away from Jack’s grasp to find Untilted gazing up at him with those large brown eyes neither man can ever resist. His tail is wagging, and he’s wearing...a bowtie?

“What the hell have you done to our dog?” Ianto whirls back around to find Jack on one knee on the kitchen tile, holding out a sleek silver band that gleams when it catches the light. Jack’s eyes are wide and loving, his smile hopeful.

“I love you, Ianto Jones,” he says, voice soft. “Will you marry me?”

What in the world?

[toshsatos]

4!

this has been in my inbox for AGES I’m very sorry (but this was a good ask game I can’t leave it)

4: It’s your time to gush! Recommend a Torchwood audio drama and tell us why we should all listen to it! If you get this question several times, recommend several audios…share the love!

both of the bilis manger audios - deadbeat escape and dead man’s switch!!

deadbeat escape is a wonderfully creepy psychological horror-type story from an outsider pov; I don’t know how to describe the setting without spoiling it but it’s one of the best things I’ve ever listened to. bilis manger is ten times more threatening in this than anywhere in the tv show, it’s surreal and chilling and such an excellent addition to his character

and dead man’s switch is very different but just as good!! it’s also outsider pov and adds something new to bilis manger, & this time it’s more about his morality. the whole concept is incredible - this one sentence from the big finish summary was enough to convince me; Three strangers sit on a train that’s going nowhere.

with the show, the audios, and twilight streets, I think bilis manger is a mess of a character with no consistency (although I haven’t listened to s5, i hope that’ll change) but it’s really worth it for stories like these. can’t recommend highly enough 

[gwendolyncooper]

10. Gwen, Tosh, Jack

3 names + a # ask game !

Netflix and Chill with:

Jack. I refuse to give my thoughts on this, other than the fact that picking the movie would be a battle and we’d just skip to the chill part.

Go Ice Skating With:

Tosh, I think - it’d be really cute and sweet and we could hold hands. She’s probably very graceful while I, unfortunately, am a wobbly baby giraffe.

Play dodgeball against:

Gwen, which is slightly terrifying. I feel we’d both get really competitive and it’d be quite the battle though!

[violetmessages]

15 for the Torchwood asks?

Funniest scene is a tossup between the phones aren’t working scene and the jellied eels scene. Both have such immaculate vibes!

[ultraviolet-eucatastrophe]

“ this is you thinking rationally? “

Jack and Gwen. In my mind Gwen is asking the question, but feel free to do the reverse

"Look, it's simple. Either both of us, and Rhys too by the way, sit the rest of this out in jail and let the whole world go to hell... or we go with the deal I brokered and let you and Rhys go back to Wales."

"It can't be that simple. We can get away, we can keep fighting..."

Jack's face was like stone, that eerie, dead-eyed calm he'd had ever since... ever since she'd seen him again this morning. Ever since Thames House. She refused to let herself think of it in any other terms than that.

"It is that simple, Gwen," said Jack. "We have to think rationally about this."

"This is you thinking rationally?!" her voice rose, sudden anger flashing through her. "Ianto's dead, Jack!" she pushed aside the guilt she felt for the way he flinched. "These people are all in this together, they're all collaborating with the creatures that killed him, and you want to make a deal with them? I can't believe you."

Jack clenched his jaw. At least it was something. "Leave it alone Gwen. You're going back to Wales, whether you like it or not. There's your baby to think about..."

"Shut up! Stop trying to protect me!" she felt tears down her cheeks, words tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them. "If... if I wasn't pregnant then you know full well I would've been in Thames House with you and Ianto, or instead of him maybe, and-"

"Stop it, Gwen."

"It should have been me-"

"Gwen. Stop. That's just the survivor's guilt talking, and you know it."

"Yeah? And what about your bloody survivor's guilt, eh Jack? You're hardly objective about this! Ianto was my best friend and I loved him, and you loved him too! And they killed him!"

Jack ground his teeth. "We can't fight the entire government while also taking on the 456, Gwen. Thames House proved that."

"You can't fight them alone either!" said Gwen, tears rolling down her face. "You can't send me off all nice and safe again..."

"You won't be safe, though," said Jack, looking incredibly tired. "You'll be home in Wales, but it's not safe. This is all over the world. When they give them the children again, it'll be everywhere."

"So, why not let me stay here with you? I want to be by your side, Jack!"

"Because of Ianto's family! It's like I said to Frobisher... Ianto's sister, Rhiannon. Someone needs to tell her, and it can't be me. And..." Jack dropped his voice. "She's got kids. If the worst happens..."

The realisation was like a blow to the chest. All her rage drained out of her, replaced with cold dread. "Oh..."

"Yeah," said Jack.

"I'll protect them," said Gwen, nodding. She threw her arms around Jack, pressing her face into the shoulder of his coat; the fabric was still crisp and new, not like his old one which had been worn soft by time. "Oh, Jack. ...How can I tell her he's dead? What do I even say?"

Jack stroked her hair, sounding weary again. "I don't know, Gwen. There's no good way to do it."

"I always bloody hated that bit, even when I was in the police." She was crying now, face buried in Jack's coat. Some part of her wondered if she'd ever stop, if she'd cry until she drowned them both. "It never, never gets easier."

"I know," sighed Jack, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But I know you'll think of something."

[ultraviolet-eucatastrophe]

For the meme “nothing a good [drink] can't fix”

[drink] is coffee and this is a Ianto prompt

It was raining lightly, but that was to be expected at this time of year. Rhiannon huddled under a tree, staring out at the graveyard blankly. Johnny had gone to take the children to the car before they got soaked, but she'd wanted to stay out here a little longer after the ceremony and just look.

Not that she had much idea what she'd been expecting to find. The damp drizzle and the greyness of the sky made the grass seem especially green.

She sniffed, eyes stinging with tears again; somewhere under that green earth, her mother was now buried, alongside her father. Now it was just her and Ianto left, and she was the eldest of the two of them. She had to look after him, she thought. At least she had Johnny and the kids, but who did Ianto have? No one, or at least if there was someone after Lisa he hadn't told her.

And then there was what her mother had told her, about how he'd been after Lisa's death. She gritted her teeth, not wanting to think about it.

That was the problem with Ianto though; he was just so hard to get through to. He'd always use work as an excuse, but she still knew him just well enough - she thought - to know that that couldn't be all there was to it.

And she understood, she supposed. She did.

But still.

As she had that though, a shadow passed above her and the rain abruptly stopped falling on her head. A moment after that, she realised the shadow was a large umbrella, being opened up over her head.

An umbrella held by her brother, his suit glistening with a fine drops of misty rain. In the other hand, he was holding out a steaming ceramic mug to her.

She raised her eyebrows. "What's this?"

"What do you think? It's coffee. Nothing a good coffee can't fix." Ianto smiled gently. "Or at least that's what my boss says."

She accepted the coffee mug and took a sip. "It's good. ...Where did you get this?"

"Church hall. They've got a machine in the back, from when they used to run the cafe... it needed a bit of fixing, but, well..." he shrugged. "It's what I'm good at."

She nodded, taking another drink of coffee and inhaling the rich steam, looking out over the graveyard again and thinking back to the dull funeral they'd been to an hour ago. And before that, all the time she'd spent with her mum in hospital, in the last few months. She sighed. "You know, I don't think coffee will actually fix this, Ianto."

His shoulders drooped. "No, it probably won't."

She curled her chilly damp fingers around the mug; the rain had leeched the warmth from them, which she'd been too distracted to realise until she'd been given something warm to hold. It was exactly how she liked it too, the right amounts of milk and sugar.

"But that's not to say it's not good. It's definitely something."

In her peripheral vision, Ianto inclined his head slightly. "I try my best."

Rhiannon nodded, took another sip of coffee, and edged a little closer to Ianto under the umbrella.