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Merry Thursday, my lovelies, I remain [livejournal.com profile] classics_lover, your supreme Mugwump for the week. Today's theme is I Love You, and prompts must concern love, romantic or platonic. Have fun, one and all!

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+ Dragon Age, anypair, love is a different type of magic

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Detective Conan (Hiroshi Agasa + Ai Haibara)

Date: 2017-03-31 04:46 pm (UTC)
ext_767092: (chipper)
From: [identity profile] ran-dezvous.livejournal.com
Paternal Jealousy

Hiroshi Agasa had never been a jealous man. He was the kind of person that was genuinely happy for other people's successes; he had absolutely no qualms about playing support staff, whilst the people he cared about shone in the spotlight, rising on their way to success.

As such, he never imagined in his wildest dreams that he would be jealous of a puppy, of all things. He thought he was beyond such childishness.

The worst thing was it was all his fault, to begin with. It was his idea, not Ai-kun's suggestion, that he got her a newborn Golden Retriever a month ago, after all. He knew just how much his sort-of-foster daughter loved animals, and he really did want to make her happy.

But, alas, he wasn't as altruistic as he thought he'd be. In the end, he was only human. While Ai-kun had never been the type to be affectionate toward other people (himself included), he did miss her wife-like nagging concern for him and his dietary follies. His regained ability to eat what he wanted, when he wanted, not having anyone policing his eating habits wasn't as satisfactory as he thought. He never thought he'd say this, but he even yearned for her negative attention, a thing which she gave so easily away not too long ago.

He wished he wasn't so jealous, though. He had absolutely no right to be. She wasn't his biological daughter, nor did she even look up to him as a father figure. If she did, she never showed it; her interactions with other people usually consisted of sarcasm and banter. With animals, however, she'd allow herself to have the freedom to let her guard down and be a happy, carefree child, if only for that moment.

And, perhaps at the heart of it all, maybe what he was feeling was not jealousy, but longing. He had no children of his own, and the runaway, shrunken scientist was the closest thing he had to an actual daughter. Did she feel the same way? Did she value him the way she valued that beautiful, adorable puppy in her arms? He had no idea.

He watched her animal-induced smile for the umpteenth time and concluded that maybe it didn't matter anymore. Maybe being part of being a father also meant his love could never be completely reciprocated, and that was okay.

As long as she was happy, he was happy for her, too. (Now, to make a katsu sandwich while she wasn't looking.)


This was supposed to be humorous, but it ended up devolving into slight, introspective angst. Whoops. *sweatdrops* And I'm not sure I'm even making sense, honestly; I can't help but feel I'm making a circular argument. :/
From: [identity profile] hanorganaas.livejournal.com
"I love you."

It is the first time Melinda has ever said those words to Phil. He doesn't know why he is so flabbergasted that she finally confessed the feelings he already knew. Even before he kissed a well...robot...he knew it was coming.

He should have been prepared for this like a mission. Then why is he so flustered over this? Is it hes afraid another robot is saying "I love you" to him? No, no, Jemma confirmed this is the real May standing before him in a series of medical tests.

But then Phil looks at Melinda and it hits him. He had waited for her to say those words. He remembers when he was in the Academy and he met her for the first time. The two of them clicked, he, the man who always had a comic book under the crook of his arm with a head of useless facts about superheroes and her, the woman who was New York Chapter President of the Harrison Ford fan club and could quote [and still quote to this day] every line from Star Wars.

Star Wars, wait, this is leading to somewhere. Phil's head turns to the first time the Marathoned Star Wars right back to the infamous scene where Han Solo was about to be lowered into Carbonite and when Princess Leia tells him, she loves him. And all Han says are two little lines that remain iconic to this day.

But it isn't the scene itself that was memorable...it's what Melinda said during it that strikes him suddenly.

"I wish a man would look at me the same way Harrison Ford looks at Carrie Fisher and said to me those words after I told him I loved him."

That's it, Phil knows what to do, and what to say.

He tries to form his face into the same mysterious look as Harrison Ford's [even though he will definitely never be as hot], staring at Melinda as if the word is crumbling around him and she is the only thing beautiful that remained in tact. But a small grin forms on his lips as he says:

"I know"

Melinda is smiling as if someone just brought her brand new boxing gear, hell a plane. Her eyes are sparkling and beaming.

"You remembered," She says.

Phil looks to his feet and blushes.

"Yup."

Melinda smiles and takes Phil's face in his hands. Moments later their lips collide like astroids in outer space. A deep elated breath leaves his lips.

He doesn't know if it's the universe finally apologizing for killing and reviving him or it is destiny finally unfolding....whatever it is, for the first time everything is just...right.

Date: 2017-02-02 04:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough
(Snow Patrol)
From: [identity profile] aivix.livejournal.com
They never said it.

(“Seriously?”

“Yes, Jeannie, seriously.”

“But these are your wedding vows. How can you not say 'I love you'?”

Rodney shrugged, clearly a gesture he'd picked up from John, and went back to the little card he'd been scribbling away on.)

It had never felt necessary: how can three little words hold the whole of what they actually felt?

Also, seeing as both were emotionally stunted—as Jennifer had put it—it was possible saying that one phrase might have actually killed them.

(Carson snickered to himself as Jennifer sutured John's wound for the second time while chastising him, Rodney no where to be seen.

He knew better than to show his face in the infirmary after what he'd done in helping John to dehisce his stitches.

“The two of you so deserve each other, you know that? You and Rodney, unable to actually say something to each other like adults, no, so you have to go do some stupid self-injurious activity out on a vacant pier. If this had opened fully... you know exposed intestines aren't attractive, right?”

“I...”

“Don't interrupt.”

He flicked his eyes to Carson who took a step back and smirked at his friend. To be fair, if the pair of them had actually listened to the medical instructions, he might have intervened, but no, John had gone ahead and disobeyed so he could suffer the consequences.

He did, however, call Rodney down to the infirmary once Jennifer's venting got to be a bit more passionate.)

It was never doubted, though; everyone could see it: when Rodney couldn't leave the lab for one reason or another and John dragged the coffee pot and a cot in for his husband, when Rodney would crack some new piece of (fun) tech and demand that John got first attempts at using it.

When John crossed planets on the hunt for his other half after he'd been kidnapped.

When Rodney fought the SGC, the IOA, the damned US Government, after they tried to courtmartial John for disobeying orders to protect Atlantis.

(“You know,” Jack O'Neill said, “he wasn't really protecting the city.”

Rodney looked incensed. “Excuse me? Were you not paying attention the entire time we were stuck in that farce of a trial?”

“Oh, I was. Highly educational. It's how I can confidently say that what John Sheppard was protecting wasn't just Atlantis.”

Rodney waited, annoyance growing.

“Do me a favor. Actually, do the SGC a favor and don't ever get yourself killed, because we can barely keep him in line on a good day.”)

Date: 2017-02-02 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams,

And it's been awhile
Since I can say I love myself as well
And it's been awhile
Since I've gone and fucked things up just like I always do
And it's been awhile
But all that shit seems to disappear when I'm with you
(Staind)

Date: 2017-02-02 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, You Are My Once In A Lifetime

Fill. MCU, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes.

Date: 2017-02-04 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aivix.livejournal.com
He fell from a train.


The nuns rolled their eyes at the pair of them—they always had—and chased them from the orphanage steps. “Go to the library! Go play!” Sister Agnes ordered, while Sister Thomas shooed them with a simple, “Get out of our hair for a while, would you?”

(To be fair, they'd been trouble from the day Steve arrived, scrawny and coughing, and he'd looked at James and declared, “I'm gonna call you Bucky,” by way of a hello.

“I'm gonna call you Stevie then.”

The smirks they'd shared had heralded the future for the ladies who ran their dorm: mischief, fights, that flighty repentance only teenage boys could do.)

So they raced off down the sidewalk, making their way toward the little park where the kids all hung out. Neither paid much attention to the radio blaring from the corner store, the one that was speaking about Hitler and Europe, their attention on one another as always.


“Then finish it. 'Cause I'm with you 'til the end of the line.”


The apartment was sweltering, August in New York City; the windows were open, but the glass was covered with blankets and shirts and whatever Bucky could find to keep the sunlight to a minimum. The table fan he'd saved for and bought that morning was set on one of their kitchen chairs with a re-sealed glass milkbottle he'd filled with ice and water behind it; he'd honestly felt a bit like a genius when he'd thought of that, though he was sure he'd get an earful later about it.

In the bedroom, Stevie was stripped down to his underwear. The bedlinens had been kicked to the floor, and Bucky reached out to grab them up; he dumped the pile on his side, stripped down and crawled up beside his sweaty partner.

“You hanging in there?”

“Yeah,” was the answer, “I'm tryin'.”


A scatter of memories, thick and incomprehensible.

Death, destruction, the topple of a government...

Me?

Him?


“Bucky?”

“Who's Bucky?”

A fight, blood. Men and women, then men, then women. A bloodline emerges lacking in blood—children—Natasha—принцесса—and someone speaks.

“The man on the bridge... who is he?”

“You're my Once in a Lifetime.”


He fell of a train.

Steve didn't chase after him then.

Now, he traveled the world, following a trail that only he could understand.


Bucky knew the minute his conscription papers showed up that Stevie would try to enlist right beside him.

He had never been more grateful for Stevie's myriad of health problems in his life: he could go to war, he could fight, but he could do it only if Stevie was safe.

If he wasn't standing on some Godforsaken front line with a gun the size of him, coughing his lungs out.

Thank God for asthma.

He should have known, though, that Stevie would find a way around it all. After all, he always did.

But before Stevie would turn into Steve, they went dancing and dating and they fucked into the middle of the night when the streets were quiet and the neighbors were out on their stoops, drunk and belligerent.

They whispered to each other that last night, “I'm with ya' to the end of the line,” like it meant something else, and as Bucky dressed that morning, uniform perfectly pressed, Stevie murmured, “You're my Once in a Lifetime.”


Coulson had offered them a haven, a safehouse in one of his newly fitted bases, and Steve had taken it for the gift it was. (Phil's hero-worship still held, quieter than the first time they'd met, and Steve wondered just who had caught the man's attention. He didn't ask though: he didn't need to know if it was someone from one of his new teams or one of his old teams, he didn't need to know if it was Nick or Melinda or Maria or any of the names he could recognize.

All he needed to know was that Phil was safe, that Phil could keep Bucky safe, and that's what he got.)

They slept side by side, not touching yet—Bucky couldn't tolerate touching—but they slept together and Steve took it for the victory it felt like. Some mornings he'd wake find Bucky not there, and he'd wander into the Galley, where Bucky and Sam would be working, pots and pans on the stove and the counters.

And he'd think, You're my Once in a Lifetime.

Date: 2017-02-02 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Any, Any best friends, Love and Shenanigans

Date: 2017-02-02 04:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com
Any, Any m/m, "And... and much as it grieves me to say it, it... it might be that the people I love is, in fact... you."

Re: Not a fill

From: [identity profile] brumeier.livejournal.com - Date: 2017-02-03 12:02 am (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2017-02-02 04:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hanorganaas.livejournal.com
Agents of Shield, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Can you still see the heart of me?
All my agony fades away
when you hold me in your embrace

Don't tear me down for all I need
Make my heart a better place
Give me something I can believe
Don't tear me down
You've opened the door now, don't let it close
Within Temptation-All I Need

Date: 2017-02-02 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com
Author's Choice, any/any, "If this isn't love, I don't know what is."

Fill: Shameless, Ian/mickey

Date: 2021-02-03 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cozy-coffee.livejournal.com
Even when the world is heavy on his chest, and when all hope seems lost, Ian finds heaven in Mickey’s arms. Suddenly the putrid air seems clean as he presses soft kisses to Mickey's lips, and even with the harsh chill of winter, the warm, cozy hug Mickey drapes him in soothes away grumpy old man winter.

Ian's crazy mind silences, he closes his eyes and Mickey gently kisses him, taking every ounce of his pain away. Ian only feels pure bliss in the wake of those sweet kisses and soft hugs. He says not a word, only leans into his soul mate’s chest and rests his head there, listens to Mickey’s heart thump beneath his cheek.

The sound of his mind, once frantic and wailing, calms when Ian nuzzles Mickey's chest and takes a breath, he loves how Mickey smells clean and fresh like the air after a summer rain, and Ian doesn’t feel anxious or ill at ease, his bipolar disorder not getting the best of him to make him weep with sadness and sorrow, but instead, Mickey's love makes all the fear vanished and he melts into the hugs he is given.

Gazing at Mickey, seeing that beautiful sweet smile grinning at him, a dazzling smile that curves his lips beautifully.

Even on his worst day, when its bad and he barely leaves the bed, Mickey is there for him, kissing his forehead and hugging him, promising him that he is not going anywhere.

“Always gonna be here, darling.” Mickey whispers with such gentleness that he shows no one else by Ian. He swaddles Ian in his arms, his touch surrounds Ian and gives him peace. His heart and soul are purely joyful. Mickey has the power to make Ian laugh when he wishes to cry, and smile when no one else can.

“I love you...” Ian whispers, and he looked so peaceful, angelic, Mickey's breath catches around his ribs, leaves his heart fluttering in his chest.

(END)

Re: Fill: Shameless, Ian/mickey

From: [identity profile] 4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com - Date: 2021-02-04 01:58 am (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2017-02-02 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com
The Boondock Saints, Connor MacManus+Murphy MacManus, the bond of brothers

Date: 2017-02-02 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aivix.livejournal.com

Skyfall, James Bond + Eve Moneypenny, Arguing like siblings.

Edited Date: 2017-02-02 06:26 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-02 06:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aivix.livejournal.com

Skyfall, James Bond/Q, Even assassins cuddle when the situation calls for it.

From: [identity profile] clearly-odd.livejournal.com
This got a bit out of hand and was a little too long for a "comment fic" so I put it on Ao3

Here is the link! (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11028339)

Date: 2017-02-02 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aivix.livejournal.com

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,  525600 minutes.

Date: 2017-02-02 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aivix.livejournal.com

Stargate: SG-1, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson or Jack O'Neill/Samantha Carter,
We could light the candle
Oh won't you light the candle?

- RENT

Date: 2017-02-02 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aivix.livejournal.com

Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, The cliched romantic night snowed in.

Date: 2017-02-02 06:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hanorganaas.livejournal.com
Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa + Ben Solo || Kylo Ren, Han Tells Ben the Story of The "I Love You, I know" Exchange. [Bonus if its in a happy verse]
Edited Date: 2017-02-02 06:50 pm (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-02 06:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hanorganaas.livejournal.com
Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, With all the times John Sheppard is kidnapped and/or in Trouble, that the first time he would tell Elizabeth "I Love You." is when he thinks he is about to die.

Date: 2017-02-02 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hanorganaas.livejournal.com
Star Wars, Kylo Ren/Armitage Hux, Kylo comes to frightening realization he is his father when Hux says "He loves him" and Kylo Bluntly responds with "I know"

Date: 2017-02-02 08:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
MCU, any m/m, character a sees character b completely platonically (okay he's sexy but who wouldn't find the guy hot) but then character a overhears that character b is in love with character a. Character a is shocked but now that he's thinking about it, he starts to see character b in a nonplatonic way

Date: 2017-02-02 08:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
Tennis rpf, any m/m, love

Date: 2017-02-02 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
D.C. CW shows, any m/m or f/f or ot3, the hardest thing about loving them

Date: 2017-02-02 08:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] daria234.livejournal.com
DCU, any, not believing anyone could love them
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