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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2018-02-10 10:26 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2018-02-10 10:26 am
Entry tags:
- bones: lance sweets,
- canon: bones,
- canon: dctv,
- canon: from dusk til dawn,
- canon: librarians,
- canon: newsflesh,
- canon: original,
- canon: teen wolf,
- canon: the blacklist,
- canon: vampire diaries universe,
- dctv: laurel lance,
- dctv: mick rory,
- dctv: nate heywood,
- dctv: sara lance,
- dctv: zari tomaz,
- fdtd: kisa,
- fdtd: seth gecko,
- newsflesh: maggie grace garcia,
- original: aaron wilkinson,
- original: rosalina frostward,
- prompts: get your words out,
- ship: cora/stiles,
- ship: freya/stefan,
- ship: kate/peter,
- ship: kisa/seth,
- ship: maggie/sweets,
- teen wolf: cora hale,
- teen wolf: derek hale,
- teen wolf: kate argent,
- teen wolf: peter hale,
- teen wolf: stiles stilinski,
- the blacklist: donald ressler,
- the librarians: cassandra killian,
- the librarians: ezekiel jones,
- the librarians: jacob stone,
- the librarians: jenkins,
- tvdverse: freya mikaelson,
- tvdverse: stefan salvatore
our love was no joke you know | canon au | 1,100 | round 1, set 8
Probably because Cora doesn’t normally work. Sometimes she heads out to volunteer at the corgi farm where they got Rocky, and sometimes she helps Liv out with a hunt if she’s in need of back up and there’s no one else nearby, but usually she still makes it home in time to have dinner with Stiles – or, alternatively, leave pizza for Stiles in the oven and fall asleep on the couch. Today she’s assisting with the latter, but Stiles actually manages to get out of work on time for once, so when she walks through the door, covered in a viscous, oily substance that she really doesn’t want to put a name to, her fiancé is there in sweats, in front of the TV, chowing down on dinner.
“You’re home!” she blinks in surprise, before glancing over at the clock on the cable box. “Am I that late?”
“Nope. I’m that early,” he grins as he looks over at her, but that grin quickly chances to a serious frown. “And you are gross.”
“Don’t ask.”
“Wasn’t going to.” Then he makes a look that seems like he’s gagging. “But I may throw up a little.”
Cora’s eyes narrow at him, before she starts to walk towards the washer and dryer so she can drop her gross clothes into it. As much as she knows her boyfriend is sensitive to bodily fluids, she keeps hoping that he’ll grow out of it one day and quit freaking out at every little bit of blood, or use of needles or just general mess that comes with their lives. “Liv and I were taking down a demon up near Salem and it got a little messy. And don’t make that face, I know you deal with way worse things in Fringe Division day in and day out.”
“Maybe, but I’m still just as grossed out by them!” He fires after her, resettling into his seat. He looks so relaxed, that she almost can’t stay mad at him. “There’s pizza in the oven.”
“I’m going to shower first.” The last of her clothes gets dropped into the washer, followed by the door slamming as she moves towards the bathroom. “Then maybe we can watch a movie, since you’re home nice and early?”
“Sounds perfect.” Stiles nods. “Especially because I don’t have to move from the couch.”
She laughs a bit at that, before shaking her head and disappearing into the bathroom. A half hour later she is showered, dressed and curling up next to him on the couch with her own slices of pizza, leaning back as Stiles starts cuing up Netflix.
“I didn’t realize Liv was still hunting.”
“You can take the girl out of the bunker, but you can’t take the bunker out of the girl,” Cora replies, taking another bite as she chews. “But it was part of the deal with Hal. She can hunt here, she just can’t be on the road all the time.”
“How’s that working out for them?”
“Pretty well so far,” she says with a small shrug. “Her cooking skills still leave something to be desired, but from what I’m told, the Italian place down the street is very happy with them.”
Stiles laughs as he finally settles on a brainless comedy. “As, I’m sure, is Mrs. Mason.”
“That too,” Cora says with a nod. “She is more than happy to feed them.”
“And is she happy here?”
Cora glances over at him, curious about the question, before she gives a small shrug. “I think she’s happy with him, and everything else is kind of incidental.”
“But her family, though.”
“Her family is on the road all the time. They can be out in Boston whenever she wants. That’s not a dealbreaker.”
“Yeah, but it’s a really long drive.”
“Are you asking about Liv to ask about Liv or are you asking about Liv to indirectly ask about me?”
Stiles pauses for a moment, taking a slow sip of his beer, before he gives a small shrug. “I know that we agreed that this would be temporary, and believe me, I want this to be temporary, and have us go back home eventually. But it’s also taking a long time. I wouldn’t blame you for getting restless, or missing your siblings …”
“There is this thing called Skype. I talk to Derek and Laura all the time.”
“That’s not really the same.”
“No, it’s not,” she concedes, before shifting to lean back against his shoulder and giving a small shrug. “But if it’s a choice between spending all my time with them and missing you or spending all my time with you and missing them, I’d rather be missing them.”
He glances over to her for a moment and nods. “I know. I just want to keep you here. I didn’t like it when you were gone.”
“I didn’t like it when I was gone either,” she admits, leaning forward to place her plate down on the coffee table before turning to face him more. “But we needed that and we’ve figured everything out for the most part, and we’re good now.” There’s a pause, and her face turns a bit uncertain, not entirely sure if they’re still on the same page in that respect if he’s asking these questions now. “We are good, right?”
“We are better than good,” he nods, before leaning in to kiss her softly, one hand coming up to brush against her jawline. “We are great. I just want to keep checking in to make sure we’re great.”
“Good,” Cora says with a small smile, before shifting to curl up into his side so they can watch the movie. “I love you.” She tips her head back a bit, and he smirks and leans in to kiss the top of her head gently.
“I love you too.” A beat. “You still cute, even when you’re covered in slime.”
She rolls her eyes up again, shaking her head as she resettles in her seat. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“I will not, no,” he laughs. “At least not until you find something equally gross to hold over my head in response.”
“Oh yeah?” That sounds like an endearing proposition from her perspective. “And how long is that going to take?”
He smirks a bit at that before shaking his head. “Knowing my job? Give it a day or two and we’ll be square.”
Cora laughs as she settles back against him before nodding. “Got it. I’ll be waiting.”