“If you refer to my servants as mini-Iantos again I’ll throw you back on the streets,” Ianto warns. “And no, not really. They think I’m eccentric, which means I can get away with all kinds of things.”
“Am I a thing?” Owen asks, as Ianto pushes him into his bedroom.
“Very possibly,” Ianto replies
This right here was so perfectly the boys. I couldn't stop giggling about it.
I loved this. Ianto/Owen in any header is enough to make me click but this was fabulous. I loved your descriptions and hated what Owen had to do. You sold his anger and self-loathing really well. The bit where Ianto found out who Thomas was actually brought tears to my eyes for some reason. I hope they'll stay together when they get back to the future.
Your writing makes me far too happy, especially considering the totally not-happy content of most of this.
I loved this in far too many ways to actually articulate (mini-Iantos!! and Artful Dodger who is going to make Torchwood Three!! and top hats!!) and it is as glorious to read as everything you write.
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Oh Owen! >.< Poor baby.
“If you refer to my servants as mini-Iantos again I’ll throw you back on the streets,” Ianto warns. “And no, not really. They think I’m eccentric, which means I can get away with all kinds of things.”
“Am I a thing?” Owen asks, as Ianto pushes him into his bedroom.
“Very possibly,” Ianto replies
This right here was so perfectly the boys. I couldn't stop giggling about it.
What a wonderful fic to start my day with!
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Owen as the mafia-king of Cardiff was great, as well as how you refused to really let him loosen up and let go of his rage.
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I loved this in far too many ways to actually articulate (mini-Iantos!! and Artful Dodger who is going to make Torchwood Three!! and top hats!!) and it is as glorious to read as everything you write.
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