Title: "Winter"
Disclaimer: I'm not RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Jack/Alonso
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: In which there is memory and sex and death. Written for the January 8 prompt at
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Heh.
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Just...yes. Really lovely, heart-breaking, and beautifully ended.
Wonderful. Seriously love this to bits. Love this? You should.
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Yay!
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That was me, exploding.
Oh, my God. :( I think I need a snuggle now.
(This is gorgeous, btw. Jesus. Absurdly gorgeous.)
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Also, I'm a good snuggler. Says so right here. You know. Where I typed it.
Glad you liked it.
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“Some of us have to sleep, you know.”
(I’m only just learning how true that is.)
“So let’s do it in a bed.”
“You’re insatiable.”
(I’m only just learning how true that is.)
“You’re beautiful.”
(Don’t ever leave me. Please.)
He means it.
Yes. It hurt to read for the truth of it. *sigh* I miss Ianto. Thank you so much for this.
*wanders off to cry a little* :'-)
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And Owen and Toshiko, too.
*raises a glass, passes the tissues*
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This. THIS.
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I suspect I'll be writing some things in this vein now and again.
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