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Stargate Multiverse, Any, “...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.” (Simon Raven)

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Rodney saw it happen in slow motion.

John Sheppard turned away from the alien emissaries after coming to what seemed like an amiable trade agreement for Atlantis. But then one of the guards raised his gun, his sights set squarely on John's back.

"Sheppard! GET DOWN!"

Rodney took a couple of quick steps and lunged in front of John, the guard squeezing the trigger with a look of pure delight on his face. There was a flash of green light, an intense burning that centered in Rodney's shoulder, and then a fire that ripped through the rest of his body like an electrical charge.

The last thing Rodney heard before the world went dark was John shouting his name.

Rodney woke, and blearily took in his surroundings. He was alive and had been brought back to Atlantis's infirmary at some point. Rodney blinked a few more times to clear his vision, then realized that Teyla was seated next to his cot.

"Teyla."

Teyla smiled, relief flooding her eyes and tension disappearing from her posture. "Rodney. It is good to hear your voice."

"Is Sheppard -"

Teyla placed a gentle hand on Rodney's arm. It was then that he realized his other arm, the one that had been shot, was in a sling held close to his body.

"He is fine. Everyone is fine."

Rodney winced as he pushed himself to a sitting position. "I imagine our trade agreement isn't."

Teyla smiled. "No. Thankfully, that was the only casualty, as far as I am aware. Although the guard who shot you may be suffering from...severe injuries."

As Teyla spoke, Carson walked over to Rodney and began fussing over him. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Rodney. That was quite a shock you took."

Teyla stood up and patted Rodney's hand. "I will update John and Ronon on your status."

Rodney watched her leave, his eyes growing heavy again as Carson poked and prodded and checked Rodney's vitals.

At least John was all right.

Rodney woke again a few hours later. Apart from some stiffness in his arm, he felt fine, so he began to annoy Carson until he let Rodney out of the infirmary. The sun was going down by the time Carson finally acquiesced.

Rodney wandered around listlessly. After sleeping all day, he didn't feel like going to his quarters, and Rodney would never admit it, but his brain was a little too fuzzy to do anything productive in the lab. He ended up outside on a balcony, looking out over the water as the last bits of light faded from the sky.

"Why did you do that?"

Rodney jolted back to reality, his shoulder aching slightly from the convulsion, and turned around to see who had joined him.

It was John.

"What?" Rodney asked, although he was perfectly aware of what John had asked him.

John walked toward him and stood next to Rodney on the balcony. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Why did you do that?"

"Are you saying you wanted to get zapped by a mysterious laser gun? Let me tell you, it's no treat."

"Rodney. Answer the question."

Rodney looked at John. The sky was growing darker, but Rodney could still make out all of John's features, from his iridescent eyes to his ridiculous hair. On the surface, John looked calm and collected, but there was a tension in his body that translated to a white-knuckled grip on the balcony rail and a disciplined stillness to his waiting.

The answer seemed so simple, standing together in the twilight. What wouldn't Rodney do for John Sheppard?

Rodney half-shrugged with his good shoulder and smiled, wanting to keep the mood light and not betray the emotion constricting his chest.

"You would have done the same for me," Rodney murmured.

Before Rodney could say anything else, John's mouth was on his, kissing him desperately and with fervor. Rodney pulled John close to him and kissed him back, relief blooming in his chest, and for more than a few precious seconds, all was right in the Pegasus galaxy.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, “You remind me of dusk, so beautiful yet so sad.” (Shweta Grewal)

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But oh my god... This is EXACTLY something Danny would say to Steve. ::happy sigh::

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes,

Here, in the afterglow of day, we keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the same and sweet old way, I fall in love again as I did then
(The Platters)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.
(Semisonic)

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Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden + Mart Belden, twilight talk after a day working the farm

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California sunsets are different from the ones in Sleepyside, they both agree, sitting on the front porch watching the glorious oranges and purples paint the western horizon.

“I still can’t get over how warm it is,,,in January,” Trixie says, giving her rocker a push with one sneaker-shod toe to get it going again. Her Bob-White jacket is draped over the back in case she needs it after the sun goes down, but at the moment, it’s a mild 71 degrees.

Her brother Mart is tipped onto the two back legs of a straight-backed chair, too tired to rock, or at least that’s the excuse he gave for letting her have the other seat. “It’s still chilly first thing in the morning, though.”

“Well, sure--but that’s put-on-a-jacket cold, not shovel-a-path-to-the-henhouse cold,” she points out.

Peach and lavender are the colors of the sky now, and the farm buildings look like inky silhouettes, their dilapidated condition less apparent in the waning light. Mart smiles. “Did you hear, the east coast is having another blizzard? Poor Bobby, he’s going to be shoveling til Easter.”

”Poor kid,” Trixie agrees. Their younger brother is the only child still living at Crabapple Farm, which means he’ll have to do a lot of the chores that used to be shared between herself, Mart and Brian. “Maybe we should invite him out for spring break.”

“Oh, well…” Mart yawns, although there’s still a band of brightness just above the treeline. “We may not have to shovel snow, but we’re still working out butts off. And speaking of chickens,” He brings the front legs of his chair back to earth, “I need to go check on that incubator. We can’t afford to lose those chicks.”

“Should I get ready to bake some bricks?” Trixie asks in all seriousness. She remembers that strategy from childhood--heating bricks in the oven when their incubator failed, then tucking the bricks under towels in a box, giving the tender chicks a warm place to stay. She’s not even sure where she’d find bricks at this hour--the local hardware store is closed by now.

It’s funny how so much of their childhood has prepared them for working Belden Farms, the citrus grove that Mart invested in a few months ago. Trixie hadn’t expected to live on a farm after she grew up, but here she is, and it’s surprising how comfortable the routine of it all feels, from canning preserves to hatching a clutch of young poultry. That’s still no guarantee they’ll make a success of it, she reminds herself, but it certainly works in their favor!

“There’s a stack of bricks out in the greenhouse, I’ll bring them in if we need them.” Mart stands and stretches. “What’s for dinner?”

Trixie winces. “Tuna casserole?” Tuna is a lot less expensive than ground beef and pasta is downright cheap--but this is the second time it’s been on the menu this week.

Her brother isn’t fussy. “With some of those baby carrots?” he asks hopefully.

The baby carrots are among the first things they’ve harvested. “Sure, I can get those going while the casserole is in the oven.”

Mart strides across the darkening farmyard toward the henhouse, the sky an indigo bowl overhead, while Trixie slides out of the rocking chair. She carefully retrieves her trusty red jacket. She may not need it right this minute, but it’ll get colder now that the sun has gone down.

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any, any m/m or f/f, a goodbye at dusk

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any fandom with vampires, any, waking up at dusk

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The Shape of Water, The Asset/Elisa Esposito, Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars. (J.K. Rowling)

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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Credence Barebone/Original Percival Graves, A sunset is the sun’s fiery kiss to the night. (Crystal Woods)

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any, any m/m or f/f, in the twilight of their lives

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange,

I said my goodbyes

This is my sundown

I'm gonna be so much more than this

(Jimmy Eat World - My Sundown)

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Any, any, catching fireflies at dusk in the summer

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A baby dragon eats some fireflies: here (https://archiveofourown.org/works/9373463/chapters/34861628)

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

Here I am, lost in the light of the moon
That comes through my window
Bathed in blue, the walls of my memory divide
The thorns from the roses
It's you and the roses
Touch me and I will follow
In your afterglow
(INXS - Afterglow)

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Stargate SG-1, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson,

And I heard your voice
As clear as day
And you told me I should concentrate
It was all so strange
And so surreal
That a ghost should be so practical
Only if for a night
(Florence + The Machine - Only If For A Night)

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“Jack.”

He opened his eyes, sat bolt upright, heart racing, chest heaving.

“Concentrate, Jack. Concentrate on the sound of my voice.”

Jack closed his eyes. That voice couldn’t be real. Daniel couldn’t be real. Jack had seen him die, seen him Ascend. There was no coming back from that. Jack still didn’t know if he’d actually seen Daniel in that tiny cell in Ba’al’s fortress.

But if he kept his eyes closed, he could imagine Daniel was real, imagine him as he’d been in that cell, sweet-faced in a soft sweater he’d never have worn in real life, face open and vulnerable without his glasses.

“It was just a dream, Jack. You’re not there. You got out. You were rescued. You’re safe. You’re on Earth, at home, in your bedroom. Just you. And me.”

Jack swallowed down a sob. “No, you’re not really here -” But he wanted Daniel to be.

“Concentrate on my voice and do what I say.”

Jack hiccuped down another sob. That was so Daniel, never listening to Jack, not in the field, not at outside of work.

“Empty your lungs.”

Jack exhaled shakily.

“All the way out.”

Jack exhaled a little more.

“Now inhale for four.”

Jack obeyed.

“Hold it for seven. Yes, I know, odd number. Do it anyway.”

Jack did.

“Now exhale for eight.”

Jack breathed out, felt some of the panicky vestiges of the nightmare leave his body.

“Do it again.”

“What -?”

“Concentrate, Jack.”

“Stop saying my name, Daniel. I know who I am.”

“So do I.”

Jack reset his breathing, emptied his lungs, inhaled and held and exhaled to Daniel’s soft, soft count.

“Daniel?”

“Yes?”

“Are you really here?”

“I am.”

“Stay with me?”

“All right.”

Jack kept his eyes closed, kept on breathing. He’d have sworn he could feel Daniel sitting beside him, feel his warmth, smell the soft soap he used, hear his breath.

Eventually, he fell asleep.

When he woke again, his room was still pre-dawn dark.

The bed, the spot where Daniel tended to sit when he wanted to have a chat, was cold, like death, like a ghost.

Of all the ways Jack could have spent the night with Daniel, and that was what his mind had chosen.

In the end it was so Daniel, though, wasn’t it? Practical but comforting at the same time.

“Concentrate,” Jack said to himself, and exhaled slowly.

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard (pre-slash), One of them vows to tell the other how they feel by sunset

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Finding David a plant that flowers open at dusk

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due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, Ray loves to spend dusk outside just as the northern lights start to dance across the sky

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard (+/ any),

When I go into the ground
I won't go quietly
I'm bringing my crown
When I go into the ground
Oh, they gotta bury me
Bury me face down
(grandson - Bury Me Face Down)

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John sat beside the metal exam table, elbows on his knees, staring at Evan’s hands.

He’d seen men die before. He’d seen men shot before. He’d killed men before, shot men before. He’d seen men he cared about die, some fast and in a ball of flame as their choppers were hit by RPGs, others slow, bleeding out on the sand from a bullet wound he didn’t have the equipment or training to stanch.

He’d always lived with the sick guilt that one day he might have to order Evan to his death. DADT was stupid, and no one on Atlantis paid attention to it. But fraternization regs - those were a different matter. John understood those. John respected those.

But he’d loved Evan more - loved him more than the sky, than flying, than the sense of belonging that being in the Air Force gave him.

He’d always known that, should he have to make that order, Evan would understand, Evan would obey, because Evan was ten times the Airman John was.

Evan had always understood John’s relationship with Rodney, too, understood that it was beyond friendship and brotherhood and even being lovers; it was that thing that people shared, people who put their lives on the line for each other every day.

John had always been afraid of the day when Evan stopped understanding, when he asked John to make a choice: him, or Rodney.

John had never expected the day someone else would ask him to choose.

Evan’s hands had been washed. He’d always had broad, strong hands, hands that looked natural wrapped around a gun, hands that were surprisingly delicate with a paintbrush or a pencil. John stared at Evan’s hands, remembered them on his skin.

He wanted to ask why, why did you do it?

Evan couldn’t give him an answer.

John knew the answer anyway.

Because I love you.

John had stood in Control with Woolsey and Teyla and Ronon and watched, furious and terrified, as the rogue Genii soldier held a guns to Evan and Rodney’s heads, Evan and Rodney on their knees, ambushed offworld for what was supposed to have been a simple science recon.

Evan’s entire team was dead.

Just Rodney and Evan left.

“Choose, Colonel,” the Genii soldier had said. “Your second-in-command or your chief science officer.”

Your lover or your best friend.

Evan said, “Let us go. If you just let us go, we can talk, come to terms -”

Everyone had flinched when one of the other soldiers backhanded him sharply.

Rodney said, “Don’t do it, John. Don’t give in to him -”

“Choose, Colonel,” the Genii soldier had said again. He cocked both pistols, the soft sound ominous.

“One of these men lives, one of them dies,” the Genii soldier said. His tone was reasonable, almost amiable. “Their lives are in your hands.”

And then Evan said, “No, they’re not.” He turned, looked up at the Genii soldier, grabbed his gun.

A gunshot had never been so loud.

Rodney struck, quick as a snake, snatched the other gun from the Genii soldier’s hand, aimed it at his own head. “You’re down a hostage. If you put down your weapons and surrender, my people will come through they gate to get me and Lorne, and you might not die a slow and painful death. If you don’t surrender in the next five seconds, I will shoot myself, and my people will come through the gate and blow you all to kingdom come. Five. Four. Three.”

The Genii soldier signaled his men, and they laid their weapons down.

John shook off Ronon’s restraining hand and charged the gate. Teldy shouted for the Marines on standby to follow.

What followed was a blur.

And now John was here, in the back room of the infirmary that served as a morgue, sitting beside Evan, staring at his hands because there was nothing left of his face.

They’d have to have a closed casket at his funeral. John wouldn’t be able to go to his funeral, because no one on Earth knew -

John reached out, curled his hand over Evan’s one last time, and bowed his head.

Don’t go, John had said, one evening, while they watched the sun set off the west pier.

Evan had laughed. You won’t get rid of me that easily. And he’d squeezed John’s hand.

Don’t go, John had said again.

Evan caught his meaning. Not planning on doing that any time soon. You’ll know when it happens - because I won’t go quietly.

A gunshot had never been so loud.

Re: Fill: John/Evan, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

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Any, Any/Any, Spending their first sunset together as a couple

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Any, Any/Any, S/he has to leave at sundown, and it's breaking his/her heart.

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MCU, any,
I tried to walk together
But the night was growing dark
Thought you were beside me
But I reached and you were gone
Sometimes I hear you calling
From some lost and distant shore
I hear you crying softly for the way it was before
(Red, “Hymn for the Missing”)

Edited Date: 2018-05-15 05:36 pm (UTC)

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...but damn. ::sniffles::

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Any, any, The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love (Snow Patrol, “Make This Go On Forever”)

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Wonder Woman (2017), Diana Prince/Steve Trevor, Steve's last thoughts before he died

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