Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Star Wars Rogue One, Ensemble, The mission fails and at least a few of them are captured. It is a dark day for the universe when the last rebel camp is eradicated.

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Any Fairytale, Any Royal, "_________ is a benevolent ruler" they assure each other loudly, repeatedly: fear evident in their eyes.

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Preacher, Jesse Custer (+ any), AU where Jesse has zero morals or ethics.

His Word is Law in Anneville, Texas. God have mercy on their poor souls.

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Chronicles of Narnia, Jadis, She kept Narnia in perpetual winter because she knew the terrible truth of the dawning of a dark age where Talking Beasts grew dumb and Dwarves cut their beards to hide from the plague of Man.

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, Any+Any or ensemble(s) (Buffy/Angel is love but not required), Wolf, Ram, and Hart win.

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SPN, Sam/Gabriel - a world in which angels have been discovered by humans, and enslaved

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dreamsofspike.livejournal.com

SPN, Dean/Crowley - Dean's gone full on dark because of the Mark and is now ruling Hell

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Any, any, Equilibrium AU

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vanillafluffy.livejournal.com

I got this.

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Yay!

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vanillafluffy.livejournal.com

Just to let you know: This thing is turning into a monster: I'm at 1800 words, Nick Fury is going off about The War, and it's *maybe* half done? Yikes.

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Yay! No rush. Happy writing, and thank you!

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vanillafluffy.livejournal.com

It's up, it's crazy long, hope you like it:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10715418

Edited Date: 2017-04-24 04:08 am (UTC)

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I love how crazy long it was. Thank you!

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Any, any, Revolution AU

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Any, any, Into the Badlands AU

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Injustice: Gods Among Us, Barbara Gordon & the Regime, AU where Oracle sided and worked with the Regime

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Marvel (comics-verse), Magneto, Narrowly preventing history from repeating itself

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The X-Files, Mulder & Scully, "You've got to believe me when I say that aliens secretly control the government!"

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MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, the world didn't want the Avengers around until it was too late

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The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, The first time they found themselves alone together, they had no way of knowing if their friends and family were dead or alive. This time they know for sure it's the former.

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any, any, last one alive

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Best dystopia - brave new world

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any, any, Turns out man's not the real monster - the monsters who just conquered the planet are the real monsters

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The Flash, Caitlin Snow/Joe West, It took an apocalypse for them to realize they love each other.

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"Is this wrong?"

They're in one of the rooms in STAR Labs that had once been an office but is now a bedroom, Caitlin's head resting on Joe's chest as she speaks, so she feels, rather than sees, his surprise. He stiffens for just a moment, pulls his head back to that his chin is now longer resting on top of her head and the arm that's around her shoulders tightens almost imperceptibly, pulling her just a little bit closer to him.

She realises straight away what the question must have sounded like, turns her face up towards him without lifting her head. Sure enough, his eyes are narrowed, the tiniest of frowns between them and he relaxes only a little when she smiles at him.

"Not this," she says, lifting their joined hands, flexing her fingers against his. Some of the tension leaves his shoulders and he brings their hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles. A shiver goes through her that has nothing to do with cold and she presses herself closer against him, knowing that the thin blankets covering their bodies will do a poor job of trapping any body heat. They'll need to get some more before too long, but that would involve getting up, putting on clothes and facing the rest of Team Flash and that, she thinks, can wait a little while longer.

"Then what?" His voice is curious, low, and it sends another shiver through her.

"It's just..." She presses her lips together, searches for the words. "I know what's going on outside... everything's that's happened... nothing's ever going to be the same again." His eyes darken and he presses a kiss to her forehead. "But this... being here with you..." She shook her head, an amazed little laugh passing her lips. "I'm happy. And after everything... it almost feels like I shouldn't be."

Joe lets go of her hand and she feels the loss of it immediately. Not for long though, because he uses his now free arm to give him the leverage to roll them over so that she's on her back and he's lying on top of her. His hand moves to cup her cheek and he kisses her, not with the same hunger that consumed them both when they first came in here, but enough to render her breathless when he pulls away.

"Sweetheart," he says, and that one word still makes her heart skip a beat in her chest, "if you're wrong, then so am I." One finger traces a path down her cheek, runs along her collarbone and back up. "Standing in that Cortex today, not knowing where you were, not knowing if you were alive or dead..." He shivers then, and she knows he's not cold either. "I know we've been together a couple months, and I know neither of us are casual people but..."

She knows where he's going with this, finishes the thought for him. "I didn't realise how not casual we were until I thought I'd never see you again."

"Yeah." His touch is warm against her cheek, as warm as his eyes, as warm as his smile. "I love you, Caitlin," he tells her and she doesn't want to cry but the tears well up anyway.

"I love you too," she tells him and then his lips are on hers again and there's no need for further words.

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Doctor Who, Amy Pond/Clara Oswald, The end of the earth came much faster than anyone expected.

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The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Paul "Jesus" Rovia, They get stuck together on the way back from a run.

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any, any, last words spoken to a loved one before it all went to hell.

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(Set before 5.12 "You're Welcome." Loose interpretation of the prompt, which I hope is okay.)

"I hesitated and...I lost everything that mattered. Now all I do is wait." (The Ballerina, "Waiting in the Wings")

If Angel knew that would be the night when everything fell apart, he would have just told Cordelia how he felt instead of agreeing to meet up with her at Point Dume. She had given him an opening with her statement that the news might be good depending on how he felt about her (as if that could ever be in doubt.) But Angel had been foolish enough to believe that he suddenly had a chance with her, stupid enough to think that his feelings weren't the kind of thing that should be delivered over the phone, and naive enough to drive out to the cliffs.

Angel should have known that a happy ending wouldn't be that simple for him. That night, Connor locked him up in a box and sank him to the bottom of the sea. At the time, Angel hadn't known that he had just lost Cordy forever. While he was sinking to the bottom of the ocean, Cordelia was being manipulated by her "guide" Skip to ascended to the higher planes. His malicious deception and betrayal of her trust and her self-sacrificial determination to help had doomed her. Cordy's body returned months later, but she was never herself again. First, she had lost her memory, and then she had been controlled and violated by the rogue power Jasmine before she gave birth to herself and left Cordy in a coma.

The hell that Jasmine unleashed on the unfortunate seer had ultimately led Angel to this uncomfortable chair by Cordelia's bedside in another hospital room with obnoxiously bright fluorescent lighting and the strong, unpleasant odor of antiseptic lingering in the air. Angel visited this room every single night after he had completed his daily duties as the new head of the L.A. branch of Wolfram and Hart. His Cordelia, the real Cordelia would probably give him a sharp rebuke and a firm smack upside the head if she learned just how far he had sunk in her absence. But even the thought of her righteous outrage couldn't console Angel now. Not here in this hospital, with the medical equipment hooked up to her body, monitoring her heart to make sure it was still beating, and pumping air into her lungs since she could no longer breathe without assistance. Not now, with her hand so still, so fragile, so cold, and so devastatingly lifeless in his own.

Why did it always have to come back to this? Cordelia hurt by being connected to Angel, for her willing role in his mission to "help the helpless." Angel, sitting next to her, keeping watch and feeling completely lost without her. How could he help anyone when he was so broken and when he couldn't save the woman who meant the most to him? Without Cordelia, he barely managed to wake up in the morning and get through his days.

Angel's thumb stroked over her wrist and felt Cordelia's pulse under her skin, which was weak and almost inaudible to his sensitive hearing over the whirrs and beeps of the machines in the room. Deep down, he knew what her fragile pulse meant, but he wasn't able to consciously accept the devastating truth. As much as he hated sitting in that chair, unable to do anything while Cordelia was in a coma, he couldn't bring himself to let her go.

Angel tightened his grip on Cordy's cool hand and gazed at her still face. If Angel really tried, he could delude himself that she was just asleep.

He drew in a deep, unneeded breath before he released it. "I'm sorry," he croaked out. "For the past year, and just for... everything." Angel felt a tide of remorse sweep over him as he recalled how Jasmine had fooled him for so long, how his own heartbreak had prevented him from clearly seeing what she had done to Cordy. He was sorry that he was a failure as a champion and no longer the man Cordelia had once believed he was. He felt guilty for bringing her into his life in the first place, for not pushing her away before she ended up in this hospital bed simply because he didn't know how to survive without her.

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As he stared down at her fingers, Angel regretted that he had never told Cordelia how much he loved her. He hated that his last words to her had been a promise he had been unable to keep instead of a heartfelt confession. Angel hadn't gotten a chance to tell her that night at Point Dume, and he hadn't had the opportunity after the ballet thanks to Gross's unexpected appearance. He had been considering saying something on her birthday, before she was knocked out by her last vision pre-demonization. He was so close to admitting it after Fred's little talk about kyerumption, but Cordy misinterpreted what he had been trying to say. At the time, Angel had felt that the fates were conspiring against him, but those lost opportunities concealed a deeper truth. Angel had been afraid, almost certain of rejection since he had nothing to offer Cordelia. Upon reflection, Angel should have said something years ago, after the first time he held Cordelia's hand like this, when he had seen her catatonic from the endless visions induced by Vocah. He had felt the same sinking emptiness in the center of his gut that told Angel he needed Cordy to come back to him that he felt at this very moment, but this time he could no longer lie to himself about what that sensation meant.

"Please come back," he begged, as if she could. Cordy couldn't even hear him now, and Fred had explained several weeks ago how an involuntary muscle movement didn't mean she would wake up. She wasn't even responding now.

"I need you," he continued. Angel paused, blinking back his tears, and prepared to say what he should have said a long time ago, when she was still with him. "I love you. I know I should have said something earlier, but I just--" Angel broke off, unable to continue as the tears he had vainly attempted to hold back fell down his cheeks. He leaned over to press a shaky kiss to Cordelia's forehead and quickly sat back up.

He traced his thumb over the back of Cordy's limp hand. "You need to wake up, so that you can hear me say that, okay?"

The only sounds that Angel heard was the soft whirr of Cordelia's ventilator, the beep of her heart monitor, and her faint heartbeat underneath those noises. She couldn't reply to him, and Angel bit his lip to stifle his sobs. He wouldn't let himself fall apart, not yet.

For now, he would wait.

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