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any Whedonverse. any. a slow connection

FILL: Angel the series, Angel/Cordelia Chase, set during 5.12 You're Welcome, Major Character Death

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This connection between him and Cordelia creeps up on Angel, slowly. So slowly, like continental drift, that even Angel, as ancient and familiar with these patterns as he is, doesn't recognize what it truly is for the longest time.

It's so different than how it had been with Buffy, that initial flash of recognition followed by the passionate yearning and failed attempts to resist it. At first, Cordelia was nothing more than an acquaintance to him. Then, after saving her in L.A. from Russell Winters, he gave her a place in his detective agency and his life. She became his coworker, and gradually his friend and confidant. Eventually, he claimed the title of family for them. Slowly, at a glacial pace, their relationship evolves into... something else.

For so long, Angel can't name what it is. Eventually, that confusion melts away into steadfast internal denial, because the first lesson Angel learned from the doomed saga of him and Buffy was that he couldn't have a normal relationship with a woman if he was in love with her. So he tried, vainly, to convince himself he wasn't in love with Cordelia. But then other people around Angel started to notice, and that denial had been spoken aloud. And, once it was, the weak, false nature of it had become crystallized to Angel. He hadn't been able to look Fred in the eyes when he told her that Cordelia was just a friend, a co-worker, to him.

But even after all of that struggle to acknowledge it to himself, Angel hadn't been able to do anything about it. Angel had been terrified of saying or doing too much and worried that the wrong, hasty action would send her running for the hills. Angel didn't think he would be able to survive losing her. And then things got in the way, relatively small obstacles like the Groosalugg and then the bigger things like Jasmine that Angel could have never imagined.

And now that she's miraculously back out of her coma, Angel thinks he should approach Cordy slowly, delicately. After the wreckage caused by Jasmine and the complications caused by his deal with Wolfram and Hart, they will need that time simply to rebuild what they had before.

But time isn't in the cards for them, as Cordelia explains vaguely that she can't stay with him. It turns out that all of the caution in the world won't keep Angel from feeling like someone just clawed his heart out of his chest.

He tells her that he needs her here, and it's only half a plea. The other half of it is the unvarnished truth he shared yesterday, when he admitted that he was lost without her and that he did wonder about that "what if" of her not ascending all the time. Her eyes are watery and she's touching his cheek, and Angel wishes that time would just freeze right now, before she's gone.

Cordy gives him a weak little smile, says "I'll be seeing you," and starts to walk away. Angel wants the tape to rewind. He's not sure how he can watch her disappear.

But suddenly, she turns and rushes back toward him. And finally, after years of excruciating slow build up, they're finally kissing. Angel closes his eyes and pretends for just a few seconds that the end isn't approaching.

The distant ringing of a telephone breaks their connection, but Angel doesn't want to leave, not yet. Not ever, really. Cordy fixes his collar and tells him to go get the phone.

And in that moment, out of Angel's sight, Cordy vanishes into the ether, gone forever.

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Lucifer. Daniel Espinoza & Linda Martin. He goes to her for advice.

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Supernatural Dean Winchester Waking up married to a Goddess.

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Supernatural Dean Winchester Sam dares him to go to a fortune teller.

FILL: Demon dean, The future is dark

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People don’t come to her for the truth. They come for good news. All of the souls—the singles hoping to find their soul mate, the curvy girls wondering if they will ever be Barbie thin, the nine-to-five Joes crossing their fingers that they get that big promotion at work; all of them wish to leave her shop with the sun shining down on them. Annabelle takes no joy in telling people that life sucks and then you die. Therefore, she bites her tongue and foretells of love and future and better days to come.

Then he came to her. The pretty boy with the panty dropping grin who smelled like whiskey and leather and rode a black steel beauty. She sees his future, and holds the truth from him again, not out of fear of dampening his spirt, but because the horror of what he will become terrified her. The truth is, she saw the darkness that will be carved into his soul at the hands of a wicked man. She sees past his time in the fire when he screams for help while he is bound in chains of blood. Months down the road, his eyes will be as black as night and his heart as cold as ice.

She sees it all…There’s a tiny smear of red blood against his pink lip as the corners of his mouth turn up in a twisted smile. He came back from Hell wrong, broken, his voice rougher, animalistic as he emits a low growl like a wild beast. Old scars still etch his body from his time as a skilled hunter, yet now that span Dean’s entire back, as if overtaking him like jagged vines that in the pale moon light seem to slither over him like snakes. His whole body is ripe with the stinking rot of damnation as he kills his intended victim—a poor girl out for a walk on this late night.

His blade slides into her, she screams as he smiles. Gasping for her breath, shocked silent, she reaches up to caress his face, bloody fingertips stroking over his prickly chin, almost like the tender touch of a lover. He leans into her caress, it has been a very, very long time since he has felt the soft embrace of a woman. Her chest huffs roughly as she struggles for her last breaths, rising up and sinking back down, shaking her ribcage.

Faster and faster she gasps, before her chest stills as her heart silences. Her eyes dim, losing their sparkle, her body slowly going slack and dropping to the ground as his jewl green eyes slide black.

He will kill for the pleasure of it, his humanity burnt away. Annabelle is rendered speechless; never has she seen such pure evil. Her lips trembling as she lies about his future of sunny days to come. Something haunts his eyes, like he knows she is lying, but he says nothing and departs, leaving her near tears as she fights to hold in a scream on a cold, dark night.

♥ END ♥

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Supernatural The Impala (Baby) Baby's take on hunting

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MCU. Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, "This is not what it looks like."

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any. any/any. forgiveness

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any. any. wearing bright colors to a funeral

FILL: Angel the series, Lorne and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, post You're Welcome, Major Character Death

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(A lot of focus on Cordy given the timeline and the fact that it's her funeral. A brief dispute occurs between Wesley and Lorne in this fic from Lorne's POV, but I try to be fair to both characters.)

While they were walking towards the graveyard where Cordelia would be buried, Wesley grabbed Lorne's arm and directed him towards the side of the tree. The others were too lost in their own grief to notice what happened, except for Spike, who gave them one confused glance before shrugging and continuing forward.

Wesley scrunched his face up in an expression that Lorne could only describe as peeved. "Are you seriously wearing that?" he hissed.

Lorne glanced down at his royal blue suit and the yellow dress shirt that accompanied it. "Obviously. So?"

Wesley shook his head. "I thought you'd been in this dimension long enough to realize that the customary color for funeral attire, in Western countries at least, is black."

"I realize." What Wesley didn't realize was that Lorne had a particular reason he had chosen the outfit he was wearing. Lorne didn't think it was necessary to discuss the issue, but if Wesley kept pressing him...

"Don't you think you're being just a tad disrespectful?" Wesley gestured dismissively at Lorne's ensemble. "What you're wearing... it's so loud and ostentatious. And incredibly inappropriate."

Lorne was officially pissed off. He was not being disrespectful, and it was time Wesley understood that.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Did you forget whose funeral we're attending? Cordelia. At times, she could have been described with all of those adjectives that you're applying to me right now."

Wesley's face paled at Lorne's atypically irritated tone of voice. He didn't seem convinced yet, but he seemed willing to listen to what Lorne had to say.

"Cordy only ever complimented me on something I was wearing once, and I was wearing a shirt the exact color as my suit at the time." Lorne's lips twitched upward at the memory in an expression almost like a smile. "She said bright blue looked nice on me."

Wesley glanced down, and Lorne could sense the regret coloring his aura. He and Wesley both knew that Cordelia was, for the most part, unflinchingly honest and that she didn't hand out praise like candy on Halloween. When she said something nice, she really meant it, especially if it was something she cared about as much as fashion. Lorne couldn't be too upset with Wesley because he knew that he cared just as much about Cordelia as Lorne did. That was why he had initiated this discussion in the first place.

Lorne put his hand on Wesley's shoulder. "You don't have to agree, but just understand that I'm honoring Cordelia in my own way tonight, okay?"

Wesley nodded in agreement, and Lorne continued forward to join the others, with Wesley following right on his heels. As they passed by a tree, the wind passed through the branches and the breeze Lorne felt was oddly warm. He glanced upward in bewilderment, half-expecting to see the unique rainbow that made up Cordelia's aura twinkling among the stars.

Lorne didn't see anything, even with his anagogic abilities, but that breeze almost felt like Cordelia smiling at him. Maybe it was just the optimist in him, but Lorne mused that perhaps it was Cordelia's way of telling him that she understood and approved of what he was wearing tonight.

Lorne wiped away the tears that were the result of gratitude and sorrow and joined the rest of his friends gathered in a tiny little huddle by the open grave to honor the life and death of Cordelia Chase.

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Any, Any, shapeshifters are solitary and treated like freaks by society at large, until someone decides to try and get them to band together

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, castaways

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve recalled for a Navy mission

Hawaii Five-O Steve/Danny Recalled

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With shaking hands Steve opened the envelope baring the official seal of the US Navy. He knew this couldn't be good. Pulling out the paper he read it. Then reread it. This had to be a mistake. That was obvious. He'd just call the commanding officer listed. They'd probably just gotten the names wrong. They couldn't be recalling him back for a mission. Picking up his phone, he dialed the number listed. Identifying himself he was put through to the CO. "Sir, I received the recall notice. I think there may have been a mistake." He listened as the man spoke. No, there was no mistake. He was needed for this mission. Sighing, he ended the call.

How was he going to explain this to Danny? Danny knew about his past service. But it was different now. They were a married couple. Newlyweds in fact. They'd only been married for three months and now he had to leave. This was not good news and he knew Danny was going loose his shit over this. Looking at his watch he figured he had twenty minutes before Danny returned from dropping Grace and Charlie off at Rachel's. A perfect weekend ruined.

He heard Danny's car pull up. He rubbed his hands over his face. Hating to say the words that needed to be said. He waited for Danny to come in and get settled. Heard Danny call his name. He called back. "I'll be out in a minute. Grab us some beers." He walked out to their living room. Danny was on the couch, one bottle on the coffee table, the other in his hand. "Kids get home?" Danny smiled at the question and nodded. He sat next to Danny and grabbed his beer. Raising it to his lips, he took a swallow or three of liquid courage.

He turned to Danny. "I've been recalled by the Navy for a mission." He felt Danny tense next to him.

"What? Can they do that?" Danny's eyes were wide in disbelief. Steve nodded. "When? When do have to leave?"

"Tomorrow. I have to be at the base for seven in the morning." He reached for Danny's hand. It was shaking, like his. Danny knew the implications. There was no guarantee that this mission would go smoothly or that he'd even return from it. That was life in the military. Just like that of a cop.

"That doesn't give us a lot of time." Danny murmured more to himself then to Steve. "Are you, are you packed or do you need help?" He knew Danny was trying to process this news. Danny slammed his bottle down. "How can they just do this? You're not even listed as active duty or even on the reserves." Yup, Danny had jumped right to anger over this. "Call and tell them no."

"Danny, I can't do that and you know that." He gave Danny a weak smile.

"It's not fair. We've only been married three months. We're supposed to be in the honeymoon phase, not the separated by the military phase." Danny stood, grabbed his bottle and walked into the kitchen. He heard Danny tossing the bottle away. Steve followed him.

I know this is bad timing and I'm not happy about it either. But, I have a duty to this country, one I can't ignore."

Danny stopped him. "What about your duty to me, our family?"

"Please Danny, I don't want to fight. Not tonight." He watched as the anger left his husband's body and pulling him into his arms. "I'm sorry." He murmured against Danny's lips. He felt Danny return the kiss, pressing his body against him.

"Yeah. It's not your fault. It just sucks." He felt Steve rubbing his hand on the small of his back, the other wrapped around his waist. Danny looked up into his eyes. "At least we have tonight." A wicked smile appearing on his lips.

His kissed Dannys lips again, then trailed down his throat. Kissing and nipping at the soft, sensitive skin. "Yeah, we still have tonight."

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Any, Any, when everyone else just stands around taking video on their phones, character is the one who dives into the fray to help someone

Fill: Gawkers [Torchwood: Owen: PG]

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Maybe it’s because he’s a doctor, maybe it’s because he’s a Torchwood agent, or maybe the reason doesn’t matter. Owen knows himself to be a cranky bastard at the best of times, but he still has more humanity than the bunch of gawkers who are just standing around videoing the scene to put up on their youtube accounts, and tweeting their followers. He can’t help wondering if any of them has even bothered calling for an ambulance or the police. Doesn’t matter, because that was the first thing he did when he saw the accident.

The second thing he did was smash a window and drag the injured driver out of the car. It’s leaking petrol all over the place, and one stray spark could turn it into a fireball. Of course, if that happens the gawkers will have a front row seat, for all the good it’ll do them.

The vehicle that caused the crash just kept going; it’s probably too much to hope someone might have taken note of the number plate. Then again, it shouldn’t be too hard to find a speeding car missing a good chunk of the left front wing. The boys in blue can deal with that when they arrive; right now Owen’s priority is stabilising his patient.

He shakes his head. What does it say about society when people treat a horrific accident like some kind of entertainment? The world is going to hell in a handbasket, but he’ll be damned if he helps it get there. Miserable sod he may be, but life still has value to him, and no one is going to die here if he has anything to say about it.

‘Move along, folks,’ he thinks. ‘There’s nothing to see here, just a doctor tending an accident victim. Go get your jollies somewhere else.’

The End

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Any, any/any, Hugging is a silent way of saying, “You matter to me.” – Unknown

Fill: I've Got You

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Alec leaned against the balcony, head bowed and hands gripping the stone tightly. Magnus knew he was crying, could see his shoulders shake and hear Alec's snuffling. He was trying his hardest to hide it, but Magnus knew, and his heart ached at the sight of his boyfriend so upset.

He walked out onto the balcony and wrapped his arms around Alec. Alec froze up for a long moment before he was turning around and returning the hug, hiding his face in Magnus' neck as he started to cry harder.

"Shh...," Magnus whispered, one hand gently rubbing Alec's back. "I've got you, Alexander. I've got you." He held Alec tighter to him. "It's okay to cry. I've got you. I'm not letting go."

He continued to whisper to Alec, until the shadowhunter stopped shaking and there were no more tears left to cry. Slowly, Alec pulled back from Magnus and the warlock, gently cupped Alec's tear stained face, wiping at his cheeks.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you have to be sorry for, Alec?"

"For seeing me like this."

Magnus just shook his head and pulled Alec into another hug. "Don't ever be sorry for that."

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Shadowhunter’s, Magnus/Alec (+Jace), Jace gives Magnus the ‘you break my brother’s heart, I’ll break your neck’ speech.

Shadowhunters Magnus, Alec, Jace Speech

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Jace stood, waiting for the door to open. Nerves trying to get the best of him, but he was determined to have his say. The penthouse door swung open, revealing Alec on the other side. He couldn't hide the look of surprise on his face. "Jace, what are you doing here?" He asked, stepping aside to allow Jace to enter and then closed the door.

Jace looked at him and then the empty room. "Is Magnus here?" Alec's brows furrowed at the question. "Yeah, he's on the balcony." With a nod Jace walked past him. "I need to speak to him." He called over his shoulder as he made his way to the balcony. Magnus looked up as the balcony doors swung open. He stood upon seeing Jace.

"This is a surprise." Magnus' eyes swept over Jace, seeing the tense way he stood, no smile on his face. "Magnus, we need to talk, in private." Jace looked at Alec, not wanting to meet his eyes but forced himself to.

"Sure, we can talk in my study." He murmured something to Alec before ushering Jace to the study. Jace threw a look over his shoulder at Alec before following. Alec stood there a look of hurt on his face. Magnus shut the door to the study and offered Jace a seat.

"What's wrong Jace?" Jace paced the room. Hands clenched into fists. He'd never done this before. Promised himself he wouldn't interfere. But he had to make sure that Magnus wouldn't hurt Alec. With a deep breath he turned to face the Mage who could probably burn him to a crisp if he chose to.

"I want to know what feelings you have for Alec." He could feel himself shaking. This might not end well for him. Alec might be pissed at him when he found out. But he was here and the question had been asked. No turning back now.

Magnus' eyes opened wide. He took a step back, caught off guard. He stammered. "Wha, What business is it of your?" Anger building in him at the question and the man who dared to ask it.

"Alec's is my brother. I don't want to see him hurt. You're older than him. You've had other relationships. This is his first."

"Are you actually asking what my intentions are with Alec? He's an adult. And it's none of your business." Anger causing Magnus' voice to raise.

Not one to back down, Jace stepped forward. "It is my business. He's my parabatai. I rely on him in battle. If his head isn't in it because you've hurt him, he or I could get hurt. Or worse. So, again, I'll ask you, what are you feelings for Alec? If this is just a way to pass the time, then end it now. Before it goes any further and he really gets his heart broken."

The anger Magnus had a minute ago was squelched at Jace's words. Sighing he shoved his hands into his pockets. "Yes, I've had several relationships over my many years. I've never hidden that. But, Alec is special. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him. Not intentionally. I do have feelings for him. Not quite love, but the possibility is there. I'm not sure how he feels, but I think we owe it to each other to find out."

"Jace, you had no right to come here and do this." Both men turned to see Alec standing in the room by the door. He'd quietly entered the room when Magnus' voice was raised. His blue eyes flashing anger at Jace. "We do owe it to each other to find out."

"Alec, I'm only here out of concern." A pained look crossed Jace's face. This was supposed to be said without Alec overhearing.

Magnus reached out and clapped a hand on Jace's shoulder. "This is something that Alec and I need to talk about."

Shaking his head in agreement, Jace walked past Alec. Alec caught him by the arm. "At least you care."

Looking down at his arm and then up at Alec he smiled. He turned back to Magnus. "Yeah, well, you break my brother's heart, I'll break your neck." He left the penthouse, not giving Alec or Magnus a chance to respond. But he was sure his point had been understood. Now he'd just have to wait and see if he had to make good on his words.

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any, any, “He was a storm; not the kind you run from, but the kind you chase”- R.H. Sin

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Shadowhunters, Isabelle Lightwood/Maia Roberts, getting the bartender's number

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Shadowhunters, Maia Roberts/Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland, comfort

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Star Trek, any femslash, getting engaged

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Dean Winchester,



I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good

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Any, any, new roommates forming an apocalypse plan

Fill: Stargate Atlantis/Sentinel, Rodney McKay + Blair Sandburg

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Apocalypse Soon (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11671680)

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Chuck, Chuck/Shaw, Shaw figures out how to use the intersect as a kind of dollhouse program (as seen in Whedon's Dollhouse) and uses it on Chuck whenever he can do so without anyone - even Chuck - finding out

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Chuck, Chuck/Bryce + Sarah, Sarah tries but just never recovers all of the memories and feelings she had for Chuck before; when she remembers that Bryce had insisted Chuck not be told he had survived a second time (and what Bryce had confessed when Sarah confronted him about being jealous of Chuck and Sarah's relationship) she sets out to bring them together in more than just a professional capacity

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Teen Wolf, Stiles/Derek + Scott/any, Matrix AU where everyone's angsting over the prophecy that Scott will fall in love with Stiles (until it turns out the Oracle was talking about brotherly love all along)

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Any, any, The Lakehouse AU (but maybe with a used laptop or lost phone/old phone number or email address instead of letters)

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Point Break (1991)/The Fast & Furious, Johnny Utah/Brian O'Connor, meet cute involving some sort of crime in progress that each tries to difuse personally (while trying their damndest to keep the hot "civilian" trying to get in on the action out of danger - not realizing that neither of them have been civilians for long)