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Title: For The Love Of Coat, The Contented Coat Remix
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Characters: Coat, Ianto, Jack
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The Coat appreciates the level of care it receives at Ianto’s hands.
Word Count: 411
Written For: The Remix Challenge at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
fic_promptly, remixing m_findlow’s fill ‘For The Love Of Coat’, which was written for my own prompt ‘Any, Any/any, "When you asked me to..., this wasn't what I was expecting",’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.
Coat kept still, knowing that it was in good and caring hands. It was as devoted to Ianto as it was to its owner, and wished it could do more to help, but because it was a coat, it had to settle for just laying there while the razor sharp needles were carefully teased from its fabric.
It heard Ianto hiss once more as another of the needles pricked a tender fingertip. Coat thought itself fortunate that it didn’t feel pain, especially considering how often its owner got it into this kind of state. It had grown accustomed to varying levels of care over the years, but no one had ever lavished such gentle attention on it until Ianto had come along.
As Ianto resumed plucking the needles out, tweezers working with quiet efficiency, Coat allowed itself to droop limply, conscious only of the gentle tugging and the quiet plink plink as the needles were dropped into the small bowl that Ianto had placed within easy reach. It was so relaxing after earlier events; that plant had been a nasty piece of work, but Coat had done its best to protect the Captain from the needles that might have pierced him to death. At least this time it hadn’t ended up soaked in its Captain’s blood. That was never fun for either of them, even if the good clean it got afterwards was invigorating. It had half-expected to be sent to the cleaners this time to be sorted out, Ianto had looked so stunned by its condition, but then he’d simply rolled up his sleeves and got stuck in, which had resulted in him getting needles stuck in himself. Coat could sympathise with that, even though it couldn’t really understand how that felt to a human.
“Sodding hell!”
Ah, another needle. Poor Ianto.
“How’s it going?”
The Captain had arrived, no doubt to check on progress. Coat was flattered. Of course, it did make the Captain look dashing, so his concern was understandable.
“Well, when you asked me to give your coat a bit of a brush down, this wasn't what I was expecting,” Ianto replied, raising one hand, now covered with the small sticky things people used to repair themselves. Coat didn’t know what they were called.
Once all the needles were removed, it decided, it would have to find a way to show its appreciation to the two humans it considered to be its own. They deserved a treat.
The End
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Date: 2015-10-17 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-17 06:39 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-10-17 08:21 pm (UTC)I think the coat enjoys threesomes though, Jack/Ianto/Coat - My OT3.
Thank you!
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Date: 2015-10-18 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-18 10:14 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-10-19 09:24 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-10-19 08:09 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2015-10-26 08:01 pm (UTC)Beautiful view.
He could tell a lot about Jack!
all his conquests, his adventures, his dead (sniff) ...
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Date: 2015-10-26 08:06 pm (UTC)Thank you!