[ficlet] hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (7/10)
Title: hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (7/10+epilogue)
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Beige
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: spoilers through Children of Earth; major flangst and angst
Summary: What if things had gone differently in London? What if Jack and Ianto traded Torchwood for a quite little cottage by the sea? But what if things aren't as they seem?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.
Missed the beginning?: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
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“I hate beige,” Ianto says and the glare he gives the walls makes Jack snort with laughter.
“It’s not funny,” he adds, turning the same look on Jack.
His nose is adorably scrunched and Jack doesn’t resist the urge to press a quick kiss to the tip. The playful punch to the arm it earns him and the quirky half-smile Ianto can’t quite hide draws another chuckle from his lips.
“It is a bit...depressing,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around Ianto from behind. He rests his chin on his shoulder, whispering, “What colour are you thinking?”
“I dunno,” Ianto says just as quietly, leaning into him. “Any thoughts?”
“How about pink? Or blue?” Jack says slowly, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat. When Ianto doesn’t stiffen in his arms, he adds, “Maybe yellow or a nice wallpaper? Or we could pick a theme?”
Ianto is silent for a long moment and, when he turns, his face is unreadable.
“Maybe we don’t have to decide on a colour just yet then,” he whispers, eyes softening and a soft, sheepish smile breaks across his face.
Jack’s face splits with a grin and all he can do is pull Ianto close.
Part VIII
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Beige
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: spoilers through Children of Earth; major flangst and angst
Summary: What if things had gone differently in London? What if Jack and Ianto traded Torchwood for a quite little cottage by the sea? But what if things aren't as they seem?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.
Missed the beginning?: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
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“I hate beige,” Ianto says and the glare he gives the walls makes Jack snort with laughter.
“It’s not funny,” he adds, turning the same look on Jack.
His nose is adorably scrunched and Jack doesn’t resist the urge to press a quick kiss to the tip. The playful punch to the arm it earns him and the quirky half-smile Ianto can’t quite hide draws another chuckle from his lips.
“It is a bit...depressing,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around Ianto from behind. He rests his chin on his shoulder, whispering, “What colour are you thinking?”
“I dunno,” Ianto says just as quietly, leaning into him. “Any thoughts?”
“How about pink? Or blue?” Jack says slowly, swallowing around the sudden lump in his throat. When Ianto doesn’t stiffen in his arms, he adds, “Maybe yellow or a nice wallpaper? Or we could pick a theme?”
Ianto is silent for a long moment and, when he turns, his face is unreadable.
“Maybe we don’t have to decide on a colour just yet then,” he whispers, eyes softening and a soft, sheepish smile breaks across his face.
Jack’s face splits with a grin and all he can do is pull Ianto close.
Part VIII