Mini-rant...

[fajrdrako]

I would be really, really happy if I never read another Jack/Ianto fic in which Jack asks Ianto to stop calling him 'sir'.

Please.

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[order_of_chaos]

Which begs the question of why Ianto hasn't cleaned the oven already - true, it's filthy, and he thinks there's something alive in the sludge on the bottom, and the last time Owen tried to borrow it for one of his experiments something inside hissed at him, but since when did that bother him? He's Torchwood. That sort of thing's normal for them. Possibly it's just because they never used it anyway.
Rhys cleans the oven. He and Ianto share the kitchen, Rhys making dinner, Ianto making coffee, and Rhys talks - cheerful, idle conversation about nothing in particular. Football scores. Pinches of nutmeg - one or two? The mating habits of pterodactyls. This last, Ianto doesn't want to know, and says so. After this, the conversation isn't so one-sided - the first time Owen enters the kitchen to find Ianto laughing openly, he drops the cup he's carrying and is banned from the place thereafter.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

I love your Torchwood.