free for all

[tigriswolf]

Now it's time for the free for all!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Have fun!

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Fill

[foxstarreh.livejournal.com]

A/N: It's possible I didn't read the lyrics thoroughly enough before writing this, so I kinda latched on to the last two lines. Oh well.


Cordelia knocked the entire universe off course by swimming upstream through a crowd of wannabe actors and cocktail dresses to follow the sound of a familiar voice.

They muddle through together.

They fight their way, with swords and teeth and a little help from their friends, against monsters and lawyers and angry exes. They make it through Cordelia’s reign, and Angel’s firstborn, the visions, a dressing room with way too much pent-up energy, and their mutual inability to address their feelings.

Again and again, something tries to tear them down and they make it through, together.

Shouldn’t that mean something?

“I guess I just always thought you and Cordy’d… That y’all were meant to be together,” Fred says after the funeral. She plucks at the hem of her black dress with one hand and grips Angel’s hand with the other. “It just seemed right.”

And Angel still tastes her last kiss and still sees the destruction that she warned him is coming.

“Ah,” says Spike. “Destiny’s all a load of shit.”

But Angel had thought like Fred, for a while.

They’d fought.

They’d gone through so much pain and loss and hardship.

And he’d let himself think that that could mean something more than more fighting to come. Let himself think again, for a little while, that there might be some kind of reward at the end after all.

But Cordelia was never even supposed to be there.

And maybe the Powers never forgot.

Re: Fill

[geckogirl89.livejournal.com]

(I was more than fine with you latching onto the last couple of lines. Wherever the inspiration takes you and all that.)

I love this! This is heartbreaking and powerful. I love the idea that they were fighting against destiny all along or "muddling through" as you so wonderfully put it. Great fic!