Challenge 891 - Homewrecker
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m_findlowTitle: Homewrecker
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 891 - Feather at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto won't be letting anyone house sit at his place anymore. A triple drabble.
‘Food should be here in twenty,’ Ianto announced, tucking his phone away. ‘Just going to get changed before it arrives,’ he added, already loosening his tie.
‘Take your time,’ Jack said, flipping back on Ianto’s sofa and resting his boots on the coffee table. A black labrador head quickly found his lap and Jack reached for it, ruffling its ears and repeating the words “who’s a good boy?” having been left alone in the house all day.
It was only a moment later that Jack heard Ianto curse a string of expletives in multiple languages. Jack leapt from the sofa and rushed to the bedroom. Inside it looked like a chicken coop that had been raided by foxes, with feathers all over the place, some still fluttering in the air, yet to decide on a place to land.
‘That bloody dog!’ Ianto cursed. ‘You promised me he was house-trained!’
‘He is! He doesn’t poop anywhere he shouldn't anymore,’ Jack replied.
Ianto picked up the corner of a pillowcase, more feathers spilling out of the giant tear in it. ‘No, he just chews up my nice feather pillows. I thought taking him to the hub was a bad idea, but this…’
‘Who has feather pillows anymore?’ Jack asked.
‘I do!’ Ianto replied. ‘Those synthetic fillings get all flat and lumpy. And they don’t breathe. I don’t get much sleep in this job, but when I do…’ He heaved a sigh. ‘Those pillows cost a bloody fortune.’
Jack placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘I promise to replace all your luxury bedding,’ he replied, trying not to make it sound like he was mocking. Truthfully, he happened to like Ianto’s bed, though the manchester was much lower down on the list of reasons why.
‘That dog is staying outside from now on.’
‘Food should be here in twenty,’ Ianto announced, tucking his phone away. ‘Just going to get changed before it arrives,’ he added, already loosening his tie.
‘Take your time,’ Jack said, flipping back on Ianto’s sofa and resting his boots on the coffee table. A black labrador head quickly found his lap and Jack reached for it, ruffling its ears and repeating the words “who’s a good boy?” having been left alone in the house all day.
It was only a moment later that Jack heard Ianto curse a string of expletives in multiple languages. Jack leapt from the sofa and rushed to the bedroom. Inside it looked like a chicken coop that had been raided by foxes, with feathers all over the place, some still fluttering in the air, yet to decide on a place to land.
‘That bloody dog!’ Ianto cursed. ‘You promised me he was house-trained!’
‘He is! He doesn’t poop anywhere he shouldn't anymore,’ Jack replied.
Ianto picked up the corner of a pillowcase, more feathers spilling out of the giant tear in it. ‘No, he just chews up my nice feather pillows. I thought taking him to the hub was a bad idea, but this…’
‘Who has feather pillows anymore?’ Jack asked.
‘I do!’ Ianto replied. ‘Those synthetic fillings get all flat and lumpy. And they don’t breathe. I don’t get much sleep in this job, but when I do…’ He heaved a sigh. ‘Those pillows cost a bloody fortune.’
Jack placed a hand on his shoulder. ‘I promise to replace all your luxury bedding,’ he replied, trying not to make it sound like he was mocking. Truthfully, he happened to like Ianto’s bed, though the manchester was much lower down on the list of reasons why.
‘That dog is staying outside from now on.’
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Date: 2025-11-16 10:47 am (UTC)