Clasping Hands
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madimpossibledreamerHope those that celebrate it had a happy 4th, and that the rest of you had a good day! Also that everyone's still continuing to be safe.
I saw a "Cordy goes as Dante" prompt on Twisting the Hellmouth, and this was the result. Yeah, I don't get how my brain works either.
Cordy's the original Slayer. Buffy comes in later. The Master tried to kill Alex, only it activated her genes (like stabbing Dante the first time). They've kissed and are currently in the 'what are we even doing' stage. (There is no making out in closets...yet. Though Cordy's thought about seeing if she can get Alex to lose control and go DT just from kissing her.) Unlike Buffy, Cordy's Slayer Dreams are much more accurate (nod to canon). No spoilers for unpublished Giles' Detective Agency (not even the ship that sails here).
(Also titled In Which Cordy Is a Tsundere)
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: Cordy will rescue Alex as many times as it takes.
Word Count: 1071
Rating: Teen
Alex is all curled up, looking even more pathetic than usual. She’s not usually the height of class, but then, it means she sucks at lying to Cordy, too. Which, honestly, is the whole reason Cordy’s out here patrolling in the first place, rather than hanging out in the park with the others. Alex isn't allowed to look like that. Frozen by fear, anxiety holding her in place more securely than any demon’s grip.
Okay, yeah, so she’s a bit of a mouthful for your average vampire, but if she lies here all helpless like a delicious snack at the very least she’s going to get blood all over her clothes…
On second thoughts, maybe Cordy should wait a little. Have an excuse to buy better clothes. Alex’s wardrobe is awful, and any time the Slayer spends a little on her, she blushes and stammers and argues about Cordy's job and it’s really cute.
But then she realizes where they are, the headstone there, and any thoughts of waiting disappear. She sprawls artfully next to Alex, draping the blanket she’s been carrying for whenever they find a good fireworks-watching spot over the half-devil’s shoulders, and while the girl doesn’t stop shivering, she does jump a little.
“I thought you didn’t get cold. Especially not in the middle of the summer.” Alex isn’t going to get any better about this if she keeps running away. Dragging her to face her demons—or one devil, ha—might hurt a little, but it’ll be better for her in the long run.
“Cordy! What—how—” The geek’s spluttering, and on any other occasion it would be vastly entertaining, but judging by the way she’s hyperventilating she’s probably on the verge of a panic attack. Probably been dangling over the edge all day, knowing her.
“Puh-lease. I wasn’t looking for you. Hello? You’re in a graveyard. Guess where Slayers tend to patrol.” She waves her hand around and feels more than a little pleased when Alex snuggles into the blanket, seeking comfort rather than warmth. The breathing evens out a little, but it’s probably the effect of a devil’s sense of smell (unfortunately comparable to a Slayer’s, given the number of times they’d had to go in the stupid sewers) coupled with the new perfume that Alex seems to approve of.
“Think it’s only been one person of demonic blood here today,” Alex tries to quip, though it’s a lot weaker than her usual, and she doesn’t sound entirely convinced of her own point, either. Probably hadn’t been paying attention. Guess it really was that bad today.
“I thought you said you had something to do. If that something was brood, you need to stop, because I think Angel bought the patent for that activity.” That at least gets a snort, but Alex still doesn’t seem herself. Of course not. This isn’t exactly a situation a band-aid can fix. “Your folks?”
The strangled noise says she’s right on the money, before Alex mutters miserably, “I don’t even know that they’re even related.”
It’s Cordy’s turn to snort. “Like that would make it better. My dad’s definitely blood related and I still haven’t forgiven him for his ‘little mistake’.” He’d gotten himself thrown in jail so he wasn’t even around to fix anything, the jerk.
Alex is quiet for a little, looking thoughtful like she’s been listening for once, and sniffles. “I keep…I’m going in circles, about. What I can do to make it better. What it’d be like, if they just—”
She waves her hand vaguely, as if it’ll fill in everything.
“Alex, short of having a wish granted, you’re stuck in this world, and thinking about that is just going to drive you insane.” She reaches out to squeeze Harris’s shoulder, and the geek squeaks adorably and reaches up to snag Cordy’s hand, tugging it down so they can hold hands, and, well. That wasn’t part of the plan, at all, but she’ll go along with it. “Sure, there’s stuff in life that sucks. That’s how you know it’s real. But I happen to think it’s still pretty nice, all things considered.”
Maybe she’s still competing with a dead guy, and not even a walking dead guy that she could deal with. Maybe today’s not the day she can get Alex to stop thinking about Jesse. But like hell she’s going to sit here and do nothing.
“You think so?” Success. That’s just the peek of a little geek staring at the world outside her shell.
“Yeah. I mean, all of my friends are massive dorks, but we do pretty well together, I guess. And I can still look absolutely fabulous and kick butt. Aura says the fireworks this year are going to be impressive, which might not mean much outside of Sunnydale but as I’m not driving all the way out to L.A. it’ll have to do. Oz is manning the grill and I trust him not to burn everything down. Willow’s even bringing s’more supplies and I need your backup so she doesn’t eat them all and bounce to the moon.”
The calculating look Alex gives her right now makes her look a lot older. Cordy’s brain can’t decide if that’s unsettling or hot and chooses to give up. “Well, can’t have that.” Score one for the home team.
“I would’ve felt a twinge of guilt leaving you here looking all pathetic,” the Slayer explains, smile taking away the bite in her words as she hauls Alex to her feet, just a little close because she’s enjoying this teasing bit.
“Uh-uh, your secret that you’re a big softy is out for the world to know,” the geek responds, and it seems she totally agrees.
“That’s a mortal insult. Take that back.” It’s a struggle to keep a straight face.
Alex raises their hands, still joined, with a knowing look, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you practicing trapping demons with the dreaded soft blanket, then?” She giggles and lets go, starts running at the expression Cordy makes in return.
“Get back here—are you going to fly off like a coward? Don’t you dare!” Cordy yells, giving chase, no longer able to keep the smile off her face at the delighted, teasing laughter that floats back to her on the summer night air. That’s right. I’m not going to let go. You’ve had enough of falling without someone to catch you, Alexandria.
I saw a "Cordy goes as Dante" prompt on Twisting the Hellmouth, and this was the result. Yeah, I don't get how my brain works either.
Cordy's the original Slayer. Buffy comes in later. The Master tried to kill Alex, only it activated her genes (like stabbing Dante the first time). They've kissed and are currently in the 'what are we even doing' stage. (There is no making out in closets...yet. Though Cordy's thought about seeing if she can get Alex to lose control and go DT just from kissing her.) Unlike Buffy, Cordy's Slayer Dreams are much more accurate (nod to canon). No spoilers for unpublished Giles' Detective Agency (not even the ship that sails here).
(Also titled In Which Cordy Is a Tsundere)
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: Cordy will rescue Alex as many times as it takes.
Word Count: 1071
Rating: Teen
Alex is all curled up, looking even more pathetic than usual. She’s not usually the height of class, but then, it means she sucks at lying to Cordy, too. Which, honestly, is the whole reason Cordy’s out here patrolling in the first place, rather than hanging out in the park with the others. Alex isn't allowed to look like that. Frozen by fear, anxiety holding her in place more securely than any demon’s grip.
Okay, yeah, so she’s a bit of a mouthful for your average vampire, but if she lies here all helpless like a delicious snack at the very least she’s going to get blood all over her clothes…
On second thoughts, maybe Cordy should wait a little. Have an excuse to buy better clothes. Alex’s wardrobe is awful, and any time the Slayer spends a little on her, she blushes and stammers and argues about Cordy's job and it’s really cute.
But then she realizes where they are, the headstone there, and any thoughts of waiting disappear. She sprawls artfully next to Alex, draping the blanket she’s been carrying for whenever they find a good fireworks-watching spot over the half-devil’s shoulders, and while the girl doesn’t stop shivering, she does jump a little.
“I thought you didn’t get cold. Especially not in the middle of the summer.” Alex isn’t going to get any better about this if she keeps running away. Dragging her to face her demons—or one devil, ha—might hurt a little, but it’ll be better for her in the long run.
“Cordy! What—how—” The geek’s spluttering, and on any other occasion it would be vastly entertaining, but judging by the way she’s hyperventilating she’s probably on the verge of a panic attack. Probably been dangling over the edge all day, knowing her.
“Puh-lease. I wasn’t looking for you. Hello? You’re in a graveyard. Guess where Slayers tend to patrol.” She waves her hand around and feels more than a little pleased when Alex snuggles into the blanket, seeking comfort rather than warmth. The breathing evens out a little, but it’s probably the effect of a devil’s sense of smell (unfortunately comparable to a Slayer’s, given the number of times they’d had to go in the stupid sewers) coupled with the new perfume that Alex seems to approve of.
“Think it’s only been one person of demonic blood here today,” Alex tries to quip, though it’s a lot weaker than her usual, and she doesn’t sound entirely convinced of her own point, either. Probably hadn’t been paying attention. Guess it really was that bad today.
“I thought you said you had something to do. If that something was brood, you need to stop, because I think Angel bought the patent for that activity.” That at least gets a snort, but Alex still doesn’t seem herself. Of course not. This isn’t exactly a situation a band-aid can fix. “Your folks?”
The strangled noise says she’s right on the money, before Alex mutters miserably, “I don’t even know that they’re even related.”
It’s Cordy’s turn to snort. “Like that would make it better. My dad’s definitely blood related and I still haven’t forgiven him for his ‘little mistake’.” He’d gotten himself thrown in jail so he wasn’t even around to fix anything, the jerk.
Alex is quiet for a little, looking thoughtful like she’s been listening for once, and sniffles. “I keep…I’m going in circles, about. What I can do to make it better. What it’d be like, if they just—”
She waves her hand vaguely, as if it’ll fill in everything.
“Alex, short of having a wish granted, you’re stuck in this world, and thinking about that is just going to drive you insane.” She reaches out to squeeze Harris’s shoulder, and the geek squeaks adorably and reaches up to snag Cordy’s hand, tugging it down so they can hold hands, and, well. That wasn’t part of the plan, at all, but she’ll go along with it. “Sure, there’s stuff in life that sucks. That’s how you know it’s real. But I happen to think it’s still pretty nice, all things considered.”
Maybe she’s still competing with a dead guy, and not even a walking dead guy that she could deal with. Maybe today’s not the day she can get Alex to stop thinking about Jesse. But like hell she’s going to sit here and do nothing.
“You think so?” Success. That’s just the peek of a little geek staring at the world outside her shell.
“Yeah. I mean, all of my friends are massive dorks, but we do pretty well together, I guess. And I can still look absolutely fabulous and kick butt. Aura says the fireworks this year are going to be impressive, which might not mean much outside of Sunnydale but as I’m not driving all the way out to L.A. it’ll have to do. Oz is manning the grill and I trust him not to burn everything down. Willow’s even bringing s’more supplies and I need your backup so she doesn’t eat them all and bounce to the moon.”
The calculating look Alex gives her right now makes her look a lot older. Cordy’s brain can’t decide if that’s unsettling or hot and chooses to give up. “Well, can’t have that.” Score one for the home team.
“I would’ve felt a twinge of guilt leaving you here looking all pathetic,” the Slayer explains, smile taking away the bite in her words as she hauls Alex to her feet, just a little close because she’s enjoying this teasing bit.
“Uh-uh, your secret that you’re a big softy is out for the world to know,” the geek responds, and it seems she totally agrees.
“That’s a mortal insult. Take that back.” It’s a struggle to keep a straight face.
Alex raises their hands, still joined, with a knowing look, and raises an eyebrow. “Are you practicing trapping demons with the dreaded soft blanket, then?” She giggles and lets go, starts running at the expression Cordy makes in return.
“Get back here—are you going to fly off like a coward? Don’t you dare!” Cordy yells, giving chase, no longer able to keep the smile off her face at the delighted, teasing laughter that floats back to her on the summer night air. That’s right. I’m not going to let go. You’ve had enough of falling without someone to catch you, Alexandria.
