Alex/Rhett (curious ngl), TUCKERCEST!, Fordhamcest, a Whedonverse couple of your choice, and a DNW couple of yoru choice :D
He's pleased to find that, in any form, she still likes to bite and scratch.
"It's been a long time-- too long," Jensen whispers as he weaves his fingers through Abel's hair and pulls.
Chance told her that the both of them were broken, but Ford doesn't care so long as they can be broken together.
When they're alone in the darkness, Faith likes to say that they're still the chosen two, and Buffy lets herself believe that they are, if only for a moment.
"How do you feel about killing a werewolf?" Felicity asks Felix Fordham with a languid smile on her lips and a cigarette perched precariously between her fingers, an interesting interruption of the afterglow.
