#chiildrenxftime

I’m a bit too low spoons to go into any details, but I wanted to throw some shout outs to a few of my favourite original characters. These are some awesome muses with amazing muns to boot, and definitely worth checking out. 💕❤️

@wxyfxring​​ - Naomi Abellan

@chiildrenxftime​​ - Zeta Delta

@smokedanced​​ - Jillian Marks

@theresastargirl​​ - Ophelia Lungbarrow

The Welshman tuts softly when he spots the cut, but still returns his own soft smile.

“You should have asked me to look at that, Jack.” He told him and he stands up again and grabs the first aid box from the shelf.

He grabs a cotton ball, disinfectant and then kissed Jack’s forehead, pushing him back into his chair as he sits on the desk again, but between Jack’s legs this time, as he cleans the cut.

                          JACK, in all honesty, had forgotten about that cut. It happened on the second outing, hours earlier. So for just a moment, his brows crease in confusion. The movement causes a stinging sensation that very quickly reminds of his earlier injury.

He watches Ianto fuss around him, almost shocked by Ianto kissing his forehead. Jack can’t help but SMILE though. His eyes follow Ianto around and suddenly he’s sitting further back. His smile only grows.

" Oh sorry, didn't see you - "

Caught short, not something the Doctor often faced nor lack of words .... But then, he hadn't thought he'd cross her path, Rose Tyler. It would be his luck, running into her && him caught off guard, but he managed ... offering her an apologetic smile, as he took a step back. Had to create distance, had to remain who he was to her ... a stranger.

" Sorry, again. Anyways are you alright, miss ?? "

It wasn't like he hadn't expected this to happen, finding a stranger wondering into his TARDIS, but the redhead .... Wasn't shocked. It hadn't taken him long, to notice her looking over the controls && soon went about looking more. ' Who the hell is she ?? ' was a thought, as he soon made himself known ...

" OI, what do'ya think you're doing in here ?? "

His tone was false anger, as he simply offered a smile, as she reacted properly then. Tossing his coat to the rails, he cocked a brow to his guest, checking his cuffs.

" Don't lie, as I can see on the monitor, you're covered in residual time travel speck ... I'd show you, but first I'd like to know, who you are to me ?? "

Successfully chasing off some troublemakers from a woman who apparently seemed like she needed help - she came to a running stop, doubling over, breathing heavily. “Hey- did they hurt’ya?” She glanced over to the lady, before realising who she was. She stopped. Staring. Was that...

Ianto just raises an eyebrow and his lips twitch up as he walks up the stairs with the tray, coffee mugs full of well… coffee.

“Never knew you were a bat, sir. And here I thought I had been quiet.” He jokes as he sets Tosh’s Mug on her desk and then holds out one for Jack.

“So, any luck on figurin’ out wha’s happenin’?”

          “You’re NEVER as quiet as you think you are, Ianto.” Jack smirks, winking towards the other man as he takes his coffee mug. Tosh groans softly and Jack can’t help but silently laugh. He was PROUD of that one.

Taking a sip of his coffee he shakes his head with a sigh, returning to his more serious demeanour. 

                            One of the best things about Torchwood Three is the sense of family the team have. Sure, it helps that the leader is in a relationship with half the members - you really can’t deny that - but after all is said and done the team is CLOSE. They make nights off together a regularity and tonight they’ve all headed out to the local bar.

He gives him a watery smile leaning into his touch.

“Doesn’t mean it makes it any easier. And it’s not alright, Jack.” He makes a distressed sound. “You still die, you still get hurt… it probably hurts to come back to life, from what I’ve seen.” He said softly.

Ianto then leans forward and kisses him gently, emotionally, before pulling him into a hug, one hand gently running through his hair while the other ‘discreetly’ pressed against his neck pulse.

                        “Why are you always right?” Jack grumbles jokingly. Dying hurts, living hurts... it’s not exactly a GREAT compromise but it’s better than Ianto being dead permanently. That, he’s not sure he could ever deal with if he’s honest.

Jack smiles DESPITE himself and kisses Ianto in return. He notes where the Welshman’s fingers are and he lets out a soft chuckle against his lips.