Word count: ~3400 (complete)
Warnings: Faint angst, extremely fluffy schmoop, AU/crackish setting
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of their respective owners.
Summary: “The wardings have to hold,” Jack says softly, and Ianto's hands tighten on the stone, white-knuckled. Sometimes, he thinks that if he loved Jack even an inch less deeply, an ounce less madly, he would hate him with all of his soul. Steampunkish!AU