- apiphile: [fic] Lost Woman Song
He’s crude and ridiculous and not always bright, and he’s gobby and he eats like a locust and he makes her laugh until she cries, so easily, so easily. And she loves him with a fierce possessiveness that borders on the demented; when he lies across the bottom of the bed and pretends to bite her toes. When he rests his head on her thigh and says, “How many worlds do you reckon there are?” and “Have you met many aliens?” and “What do they look like?” with the eager excitement of a child, unafraid and interested; he knows it’s dangerous but he has accepted that Gwen will be okay on trust; Jack told him so. Rhys trusts Jack because Gwen trusts Jack. That’s all.
torchwood fanfic gwen_cooper post-exitwounds rec.all_fanfic
- blue_fjords: FIC: Conversing in Words, Fists, and Grunts
Ianto drives into a ditch and Rhys gives him a ride. This is a short one that will make you smiley-faced without any twee.
torchwood fanfic gen author:blue-fjords ianto_jones rhys_williams rec.all_fanfic
- _lullabelle_: (Fic) The Secret of a Happy Marriage Remains a Secret
Lisa jerked awake, which jerked Ianto awake. He had no idea what time it was, but it was still completely dark out, and the rain had subsided from a deluge to a drizzle.
- solsticezero: Nothing Can Happen More Beautiful
Prepared: knowing what he would need to do if she was dead, a list that had been made his on his first day at Torchwood Three and stuck to his mind’s refrigerator door. Unprepared: she couldn’t possibly be dead. It couldn’t happen, not to Gwen, because everyone died, but not people Ianto loved, not like that.
torchwood fanfic gen author:solsticezero ianto_jones gwen_cooper rec.all_fanfic
- apiphile: [fic] Boiling a Frog
And around Jack’s head a whole panoply of sea life in phantasm is circling like a halo.
- smallfuzzy: Love of the Common People
Though he answered her mother’s calls — that much was required to stop Mum setting off to London, all ready to arrange his funeral — it was some time before he called Rhiannon again. When he did, the happy buzz had left his voice again, a raw, hurt note replacing it. She barely dared ask about Lisa, and when she did, he ducked the subject. A break-up then, she surmised, likely a bad one. Those happened. She only wished Ianto felt more able to talk to them about it.
torchwood gen fanfic rec.all_fanfic ianto_jones rhiannon_davies pre-canon author:smallfuzzy
- hauldyourwhist: Fic: Management of Dead Bodies in Disaster Situations, A Field Manual [One Shot]
“Listen, I’m looking for Jack Harkness,” she says. He mentally goes over the names of the dead, and when that doesn’t work, he flicks through the sheaf of paper in front of him. “Wearing an RAF coat,” she elaborates, and suddenly he knows.
torchwood fanfic childrenofearth rec.all_fanfic author:hauldyourwhist
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