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KitchenAid Doesn’t Offer the Right Shade To Match How You Feel Now
Title: KitchenAid Doesn’t Offer the Right Shade To Match How You Feel Now
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sariagray
Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Ianto; Ianto/Jack, Gwen/Rhys. Mentions of other canon characters.
Word Count: ~1800
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Takes place during TYTNW
Warnings: Kitchen table dramas. Lots of relative cute, friendshipy things. Minor angst. Maybe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:analineblue, who seriously gives my work far more attention than it deserves. <3
Summary: Gwen and Ianto talk about things, like absent Captains and pending weddings.
Author’s Note: Written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
redisourcolor challenge #14. The theme is "Kitchen" and the words are "condign," "shower gel," and "expel." The phrase is "Look. It’s a map of Cardiff. Isn’t it brilliant?"
( But Le Creuset Might. )
Author:
sariagray Characters/Pairings: Gwen, Ianto; Ianto/Jack, Gwen/Rhys. Mentions of other canon characters.
Word Count: ~1800
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Takes place during TYTNW
Warnings: Kitchen table dramas. Lots of relative cute, friendshipy things. Minor angst. Maybe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:
analineblue, who seriously gives my work far more attention than it deserves. <3Summary: Gwen and Ianto talk about things, like absent Captains and pending weddings.
Author’s Note: Written for the
redisourcolor challenge #14. The theme is "Kitchen" and the words are "condign," "shower gel," and "expel." The phrase is "Look. It’s a map of Cardiff. Isn’t it brilliant?"A/N2: I felt like writing fairly cutesy friendship fic and domesticity and a kitchen table drama just for RTD. Perhaps you should all strap me down and check me for alien possession?