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Title: Love Will Tear Us Apart
Author:
athousandfics
Genre: Romance, Humor, Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Why leaving Owen alone with alien tech is a supremely bad idea...
Status: Complete
Length: 21 Chapters, ~79000
Warnings: Slightly cracky, slash, language. (Cat-person!Ianto~!)
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Dude. Ianto. With cat ears. and tail. and purring. That is all you need to know :D
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Author:
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Genre: Romance, Humor, Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Why leaving Owen alone with alien tech is a supremely bad idea...
Status: Complete
Length: 21 Chapters, ~79000
Warnings: Slightly cracky, slash, language. (Cat-person!Ianto~!)
Comment or Excerpt from fic: Dude. Ianto. With cat ears. and tail. and purring. That is all you need to know :D
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Humming, Ianto walked over to his desk. And paused. Cocked his head, tail gently swinging from side to side.
“Owen?” He murmured, voice cold. “Why is there a scratching post on my desk?” He turned, to see Owen, smirking at him.
"Thought it might come in handy.” He ducked as Ianto threw the offending item at his head.
“I don’t. Have claws!” Ianto growled, hissing at Owen.
Owen rubbed his forehead, where a nice red bump was already appearing.
“JACK!” He yelled. “Your kitten’s going psycho again!”
Ianto hissed, eyes narrowed, already plotting to cough up hairballs (and my, hadn’t that been a fun first experience) into Owen’s next takeaway. His tail thrashed angrily from side to side as he paced in front of his desk, one ear cocked as Jack’s office door opened.
“Owen?” He murmured, voice cold. “Why is there a scratching post on my desk?” He turned, to see Owen, smirking at him.
"Thought it might come in handy.” He ducked as Ianto threw the offending item at his head.
“I don’t. Have claws!” Ianto growled, hissing at Owen.
Owen rubbed his forehead, where a nice red bump was already appearing.
“JACK!” He yelled. “Your kitten’s going psycho again!”
Ianto hissed, eyes narrowed, already plotting to cough up hairballs (and my, hadn’t that been a fun first experience) into Owen’s next takeaway. His tail thrashed angrily from side to side as he paced in front of his desk, one ear cocked as Jack’s office door opened.