Challenge 882 - A suit for every occasion
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m_findlowTitle: A suit for every occasion
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 882 - Taste at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto will take ten lifetimes to get through so many clothes. A triple drabble.
Ianto had to give credit to Jack when he'd said he didn't need to pack anything when travelling aboard the TARDIS. The walk in wardrobe that it had provided, attached to the equally large ensuite of their sleeping quarters, was impressive to say the least.
Ianto spent at least twenty minutes wandering the rows of options. There was every kind of suit, shirt and tie combination, better than a Saville Row collection, along with more casual jeans and jumpers, all manner of shoes and coats and scarves for cold weather, and a row dedicated solely to more summery attire – because the rest of the universe wasn't necessarily permanently cold like Cardiff. Everything was exactly to his taste, which he found remarkable.
As he moved deeper into the wardrobe without end, he found himself curiously wondering about Jack's half. It couldn't be nearly as big, since he only ever wore his standard army surplus. How many blue shirts and dark slacks could he need?
Instead he found the most eclectic collection of garments, from bell-bottomed purple corduroy flares to a sleeveless black leather vest that looked to be about three sizes too small to stretch across Jack's chest. They were all bizarre and yet all screamed Jack Harkness in their own disturbing way.
‘Impressive, huh?’ Jack said, finally locating his lover deep within the maze of clothing. ‘Everything you've ever dreamed of wearing, all in one place, making sure you're covered no matter the occasion.’
Ianto nodded, unable to deny it. He'd even spotted a tuxedo and top hat, wondering if he'd ever have occasion whilst travelling with the Doctor to wear it. ‘I've never owned so many clothes,’ he replied, then frowned, ‘but there is one thing…’
‘What?’
‘How did you ever come to have such bad taste in fashion?’
Ianto had to give credit to Jack when he'd said he didn't need to pack anything when travelling aboard the TARDIS. The walk in wardrobe that it had provided, attached to the equally large ensuite of their sleeping quarters, was impressive to say the least.
Ianto spent at least twenty minutes wandering the rows of options. There was every kind of suit, shirt and tie combination, better than a Saville Row collection, along with more casual jeans and jumpers, all manner of shoes and coats and scarves for cold weather, and a row dedicated solely to more summery attire – because the rest of the universe wasn't necessarily permanently cold like Cardiff. Everything was exactly to his taste, which he found remarkable.
As he moved deeper into the wardrobe without end, he found himself curiously wondering about Jack's half. It couldn't be nearly as big, since he only ever wore his standard army surplus. How many blue shirts and dark slacks could he need?
Instead he found the most eclectic collection of garments, from bell-bottomed purple corduroy flares to a sleeveless black leather vest that looked to be about three sizes too small to stretch across Jack's chest. They were all bizarre and yet all screamed Jack Harkness in their own disturbing way.
‘Impressive, huh?’ Jack said, finally locating his lover deep within the maze of clothing. ‘Everything you've ever dreamed of wearing, all in one place, making sure you're covered no matter the occasion.’
Ianto nodded, unable to deny it. He'd even spotted a tuxedo and top hat, wondering if he'd ever have occasion whilst travelling with the Doctor to wear it. ‘I've never owned so many clothes,’ he replied, then frowned, ‘but there is one thing…’
‘What?’
‘How did you ever come to have such bad taste in fashion?’
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Date: 2025-09-14 09:34 am (UTC)