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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Orphan Black (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cophine - Relationship, Delphine Cormier/Cosima Niehaus Characters: Delphine Cormier, Cosima Niehaus, Gene Niehaus, sally niehaus Additional Tags: Post Season 5, all is well and Cophine is getting settled, domestic au basically Summary:

Weeks after the clones are freed from the dangers of DYAD and Neolution, Cosima and Delphine are thrown into adjusting to normal lives where being together is no longer as difficult as wizard chess. Though, it's everything they've wanted, they now have to face all the questions and answers there was never time for before.

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Cophine Fluff: Burning Bridges

For the Dare to Write Challenge, some quick fluff. Prompt: burning clothes in the backyard

---- “I swear I did this in high school once...” Cosima said, placing the last of their old garments into the steel barrel. “Although there might have been some polaroids and diaries in there, too...” She reached into the barrel and tossed the clothing around, creating space. A jumble of colours and textures swirled around her arm. “Yes. One of those dramatic things Americans do.” The voice was close, soft - now muffled as Cosima stuck her head into the bin, both arms plunging into the mixture of fabrics. Her dreadlocks fell to the side of her head, resting on the folds of a cream cashmere shirt. Even with the blood rushing into her forehead, a smirk formed. “So the rumours are true... the French just skip that whole awkward adolescence thing and go right to cigarettes and unaffected misanthropy?” There was shuffling, and then an aggressive tap on her bottom. She laughed openly, hands reaching for the sides of the barrel to push herself upright. She felt a feather-soft kiss at the back of her neck, and paused with her arms resting along the barrel rim. She could pick out the corner of a familiar lab coat poking out between a tangle of silk scarves. She felt the gentle puff of air next to her ear, and then another kiss at the shell. Still another, at her jaw. She smiled, turning her head as Delphine stepped away from her with a barely-audible giggle, shoving her hands into her pockets. “No,” she replied, voice as cool and intoxicating as ever. “I did always want one of these, though.” Cosima looked up with a grin as the blonde flapped her arms up and down, hands still in the pockets of her black leather jacket. Cosima had traded her own red pea coat for a grey winter jacket. She took a moment to admire the taller woman, her curls tucked into a pale blue beanie. “It suits you,” Cosima said, preparing to plunge into the barrel again. Delphine smoothed her hat, tucking away the errant curls along her forehead. “What are you looking for?” Cosima tapped her fingers against the steel, releasing a tiny cough into the crisp air. “I just want to make sure we’re not about to burn anything important.” Delphine sighed, and It was only a moment before she grasped Cosima’s arm, eyes trained on the brunette’s face. “Cosima, you’re the only thing that’s important.” Cosima felt her heart swell, and she grabbed the closest item of clothing - a pair of jeans - and waved it emphatically in the air, exasperated. “How do people’s pants stay up around you?” A sudden blush surged into Delphine’s cheeks and she crossed her arms, self-conscious, but her smile remained - dimples etched deeply into her cheeks. “A lab coat is like a shield, really,” she said with a lop-sided grin. In the expanse of sky behind her, the gradual flicker of city lights sprang to life against a purple-blue horizon. “I find that hard to believe,” Cosima snickered, eyes raking over her girlfriend’s long legs. Delphine offered a soft hum in acknowledgement. By the time the brunette’s gaze lifted to hers, the air had grown thick. Cosima chewed the inside of her lip, eyes flickering quickly over Delphine’s face. “Fine, you’re right. We don’t need any of this stuff... fresh start and all,” Cosima said, shaking the jeans still dangling from her fist. There was a rattling sound, and a small box fell to the ground. “Hey!” Cosima said, bending to the ground to retrieve the package as Delphine’s eyes rounded. “I thought I smelled these.” Delphine looked down at the blue package of cigarettes in Cosima’s hand, lid slightly ajar and aroma wafting into the air. “It’s my emergency pack,” she offered meekly. “Your hypocrisy is adorable, Dr. Cormier...” Cosima said, tongue poking teasingly from between her teeth. She tossed the jeans into the barrel and reached into her jacket pocket. “Luckily, I kept some parting favours for myself.” She produced a plastic bag with two thinly-rolled joints. Delphine sighed again, swiping the cigarette carton from Cosima’s loose grip. She retreated momentarily to their vehicle - a small hatchback - and returned with a red canister of gasoline. With the artful precision of a practiced doctor, she poured the gasoline over the clothes in a calculated spiral. Cosima sniffed and wiped at her nose, stepping away from the barrel. The blonde lifted a matchbox from her pocket, shaking its contents before sliding it open. With a quick flicker and burst of sulphur, she lit the match, looked briefly at Cosima, and flicked it flame-first into the barrel. The clothes ignited instantly, flames towering into the darkening sky before they settled into a slow, toxic burn. Delphine opened the carton of cigarettes, pulling a single cigarette between her fingers. “Well. That’s another piece gone,” she said, looking contentedly toward the clone. Cosima stared into the fire, absentmindedly rolling one of the joints between her fingertips. “Hey,” Delphine whispered. Cosima stirred, turning toward the blonde. Delphine placed the cigarette in her mouth, and looked pointedly at Cosima, then at the fire, then back at Cosima. She took a deliberate step toward the flames. “You’re at serious risk of being dramatic right now,” Cosima taunted, watching as the blonde brought her face slowly toward the fire, eyes narrowed against the heat. “Now I know why we had all those rules about the bunsen burners...” Delphine stepped ever closer, until finally, the end of her cigarette sparked and she stepped back, inhaling. A light sheen of sweat had gathered across her nose and cheeks. She turned her head away from the clone and blew out the smoke. When she turned back, Cosima was staring at her. “So?” Delphine said, tapping the cigarette until the ash fell to the ground. “I notice your pants are still on.” Cosima’s grin turned impish, and she quickly closed the space between them, arms wrapping tightly around the blonde’s waist. “I never thought my night would end in a music video.” “It won’t,” Delphine said, her free hand running across the ropes of hair atop Cosima’s head, thumb brushing against the baby hair at her hairline. The fire crackled on, flames casting flickering shadows at their feet. “It’s going to end in there,” she finished, nodding her head toward their car. Cosima raised her eyebrows, smile growing. Lifting herself onto her toes, she pulled Delphine in for a kiss. //

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The Beginnings of an Urban Fantasy AU

Word Count: 2170

This...completely ran away from me? Yeah...also, “beginnings” because I realize I’ve thought about this too much now that it’s officially a thing. Still, though, the ideas behind it are still kinda hazy to me (I panicked with Delphine, I’m sorry) and I realize this is only vague Cophine and only vague fluff, so it feels more of a prompt fill for me at this point. But hopefully I can really flesh this out later (on top of all the other projects at the moment...). And thanks v-li-ntprin-ss for the prompt (we really need to discuss this AU in depth now)!

Also, for reference: Ossiander’s hummingbird, lizard, and rabbit forms.