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sherlock/sophie ~ mafia au for fyrefly
"We don't need another hitter." Sophie strolls through the hotel, heels scuffing against the carpet as she walks. Her hands are buried in the pockets of her trenchcoat, and she walks with purpose, even now. Everything should have purpose to it, in the end, and she hopes that the man they're going to see will respect that. "What we need is a hitter who never needs to throw a punch."
Sherlock is walking beside her, hands in his pockets as well, eyes ever roaming the walls and picking up on all the details, leaving Sophie room to pick up on the nuance. They made a good team that way. After all, there's a reason why no one is stupid enough to cross her crew. They don't want to clean up the mess that's left behind.
The door to the apartment is open, to indicate that someone is getting ready to leave in a hurry, but they don't let him get that far. They move to the open doorway, each leaning against one side. His back is to them, but he knows they're there.
"If you're here, you better not be waving a gun."
She smirks, but Sherlock is the one who speaks. "Do we really seem like the kind of people who need to walk around waving guns?"
The man turns to face them, sizing them both up with a glance and a stare, and Sophie straightens a little more, closing the distance between them. "Hello, Eliot," she sighs, reaching up to play with the lapels of his jacket. "We have a proposition for you."
stefan/cordelia ~ mermaid au for superkappa
There's nothing interesting up there. All the bobbles and shells are below the surface, and that's all that merfolk are supposed to care about. Their hearts are as cold as the ocean, and they aren't meant to care. Humans are toys.
Stefan never really seems to get the message. He aches with the need to care, with the need to see what's above the surface. Damon mocks him for it, teases him about his obsession with the humans, but he can't help himself. They are a thing he can never truly understand, and watching them is like catching a glance into a world he's been denied.
Even if it hurts, he watches.
One day, as he swims to the surface, he spots her on the beach. Merfolk are beautiful as a rule, but there's something about her that's ... different. She's warm, and golden, and the way she laughs makes him ... feel.
He uses his arms to brace himself against a rock, watching her day after day as she sits on the beach with her friends, until the day she looks at him. Her eyes drift out across the water, and when they meet his, she smiles. At first he isn't sure if she's really looking at him, but once she realizes she is, he can't help the way the smile stretches across his face.
She glances away, and he dives back into the water again, letting the cold rush of the salt water surround him. The deeper he goes, the more the warmth starts to fade away, but it doesn't disappear completely.
After all, there has to be something to bring him back tomorrow.
rory/amy ~ mr. & mrs. smith for violently_blue
"Shut up and just drive."
"No, not yet. I'm just a little confused, given that he's supposed to be dead and all."
"If I may ... "
"I just couldn't do it, alright? There's something about him." Amy looks back over her shoulder at the man in their backseat, and the look on her face was clearly unhappy. "He looked at me funny."
Rory turned back to look at him, and the man just blinked at them for a moment.
"Oh, I wouldn't do anything based on that," he sighs. "I look at people funny all the time."
Rory's silent for a moment before he looks back at Amy. Amy huffs, before glancing out the window. "Let's just get out of here, alright? We're going to have a pretty big mess to clean up if management finds out we screwed it up."
"We? We did not screw this up. You are the one who screwed this up."
"Well, are you going to let them kill me for it?"
He should. He keeps getting into trouble because of her and he should let it catch up with her. But he won't.
"Fine." He puts the car into gear and starts to drive. He doesn't know where they're going yet, but at this point it's better to just be moving.
"Is this a road trip? Brilliant. I love a good road trip." The man in the back pushes forward, extending one hand over the seat. "Hello, I don't believe we've met. I'm the Doctor."
Rory pulls the car to a stop in front of a light, looks to the Doctor, and then looks to Amy again. She sighs heavily, before shaking her head.
"I know. I don't get it either."
castiel/cassie ~ harry potter au for chaoticasphyxia
It's not really his fault. His older siblings have been outgoing, successful, and more to the point memorable. His professors see him as another in a long line of successful wizards, and they expect Castiel to do the same.
He does do well. But not to the extent that his siblings have. Michael was Head Boy. Gabriel and Raphael were quidditch stars and Anna ...
... Well, Anna probably wouldn't be about to fail at anything if she tried.
Castiel on the other hand, simply had his knowledge of magic. His grades are good, even in Snape's class (he's a Ravenclaw, so they should be), and he's master social communication enough to have small conversations when needed, but he's no social butterfly. For those that know his family, it makes him stand out.
He hates standing out.
He holes himself up in the music room because classes, doing his homework, and waiting. She doesn't come in often -- she has her own classes after all -- but every so often, the pretty, blond Hufflepuff will wander her way in and sit down at the piano.
Cas has never heard anything so beautiful.
He doesn't know if she ever notices, but at the same time he really doesn't care. As far as he's concerned, he just wants to listen to the music.
Maybe one day, he'll actually get the nerve to stop watching and start acting.
doyle/buffy ~ birthday au for betrayedloyalty
She doesn't know the voice, but she turns when she hears her name regardless. It's instinct, really. They call, and she always comes, no matter what. The man in question is on the short side, and someone she's never seen before. She's pretty sure she would have remembered that face.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm not the one you need to help. You need to help Angel."
She stiffens at the name. Angel's dead. Angel's dead, because they were stupid and thought that they could get around the rules. But vampires don't have souls and humans are much more fragile.
"If you knew Angel? Then you should know that he's a little past my help right now."
She turns and starts to walk away, and he darts ahead to cut in front of her. "No. No, you need to find a way ... it wasn't supposed to be like this."
"Oh really?" She doesn't have time for this. She has a world to save and vampires to kill. She doesn't need some Irish idiot telling her that she needs to fix a mess she put behind her a long time ago. "And how was it supposed to be, exactly?"
"Angel's supposed to be the champion. He's supposed to be on the path, fighting the fight."
"And I still don't see where this is my problem? Angel's still dead. How exactly do you expect me to fix it?"
There's a moment where she stares him down, waiting for him to answer the question. It's a long silence as this guy, whoever he is, considers what she said, before shaking his head.
"No, I guess that wouldn't be on you, would it?" He slides his hands into his pockets, and starts to walk away. "Sorry to have bothered you. I'll see you around, Buffy."
As she turns to watch him as she walks away, there's a small part of her that hopes she doesn't.
"Wait. Who are you?"
He glances back, looking at her for a long moment, before shaking his head. "Doesn't matter. Not now, anyway."
stefan/diana ~ a world without shrimp for wizera
Stefan sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Diana ... "
"No shrimp rolls. No jambalaya. Not even shrimp as a nickname."
"Diana." Stefan's tone is reaching the edge of warning this time, before glances over at her with a frown. "What are you getting at?"
"I'm just saying, this might not be all it's cracked up to be. A world without shrimp could be a very depressing place."
"But it's not a world where we run the risk of dying on a daily basis."
There's a long bit of silence as Diana looks over the empty street in front of him, thinks back on the relative calm that has become their world in the past few days.
"I see your point."
"Thank you."
Another beat. "I'm still going to miss the shrimp."
Stefan glances at her again. "You can't even eat food."
"Doesn't mean I can't miss it."
He sighs. "Whatever you say. Personally, I think shrimp is overrated."
"It feels like I don't know you at all."
damon/elena ~ angels and demons for lanapedia
It shouldn't matter. She's supposed to be there for Stefan, to help him steer his fate to something good instead of something terrible. It's not easy. He struggles with his rage in a way that she hasn't anticipated, but she does her best to keep him on the path.
The vessel is not her choice. She can feel the edges of Katherine's presence within the girl's body, and wishes she could wipe them away, but some scars even an angel can't heal.
There are also some moments when she's left alone with Damon in the house, while Stefan is out living his life. She stays in the living room, mostly, having no where else to go. She's not as comfortable as she should be around people -- she mostly has just been around the Salvatores, and they don't function as normal humans should.
The living room is where Damon finds her one night. She's reading, having selected one of the books from Stefan's room to keep herself entertained, and he makes a face at her, before stalking over to the mini bar.
"Don't you have anywhere else to be?"
"No," she replies simply. "Stefan ... is on a date. I do not think I would be welcome."
Damon's lips press into a thin like as he tosses the glass back, before looking at her. In fact, he stares at her for a very long time before he speaks again.
"Can I ask you something?"
She closes her book before looking up at him with a nod. "Of course."
"Why that body?" He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Why Katherine's face?"
Elena's shoulders drop slightly as she sighs, before getting to her feet. "I can't choose simply any body, Damon. Angels can only choose vessels from specific bloodlines, and require consent. I ... can only assume that Katherine knew this when she choose this body."
"And you couldn't pick another one?"
She shakes her head. "Her mother was dead. She had no children. She was my only option, and she said yes. I wish this weren't the case, but it's all I can do, Damon."
She notices the way his fingers tighten around his glass, and she sighs.
"I know you didn't ask for this. To be brought into this. But what is coming could cost your brother his soul, Damon. What's coming for him -- he is going to need you." She presses her lips together. "Whatever ... animosity or feelings that you may have for Katherine, for this body ... all I can do is ask that you put it aside for the sake of your brother."
"Of course. It's always all about Stefan." He turns away from her, tossing back the drink again, and Elena can't help but sigh.
"I do not intend to make things hard for you."
And with that, she disappears.
Angels can't see the future, but two months later, when Damon is dead and Stefan is leaving his soul at the crossroads, she almost wishes she could.