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[oldschoolfic-ds9]

Antique Road Show Goes to Bajor

by Tully, 1999

The BBC/PBS's "Antiques Road Show" visits Bajor.

Words: 387, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: G

Warnings: none listed

Characters: none listed

Relationships: none listed

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): humor, script format, crossover: Antiques Roadshow

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[supa--nova]

+ the squad watching 🤣

[enhaficrec]

i'm a true romantic (free falling love addict)

Author: breezeeblocks

Pairing: Sunghoon/Sunoo

Genre: Established Relationship/Fluff/Domestic/Implied Sexual Content

Rated: PG

Length: 1773 words/One Shot

Summary:  

“All good,” Sunoo replies, grins, and places a hand on his hip, “ready to go home.”

“Home?”

“To you.”

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13x22 Coda

Just needed to get this out of my head. 

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After a while, Dean needed to leave the crowd.

The initial good job wore off almost as quick as it came, and while Sam and Mary laughed it up with the new additions to the world, Dean felt his energy levels sag. Something still felt off, even though Lucifer had an alternate universe between them, and everyone that needed to be saved was saved.

But his brain shut down when he tried to investigate the dread that was slowly filling him, like a wire had been pulled. It all felt wrong, like another shoe hung in mid-air waiting for the right moment to drop.

The alcohol helped none, and neither did the food. Mary’s laughter with Bobby (not Bobby) and Sam’s conversation with Charlie (not Charlie -- that’s not Charlie) and a few of the other saved souls only echoed in his head like white noise.

Dean made his way to the outskirts of the gathering, stopping for a quick chat here and there with people so his getaway attempt wouldn’t be too noticeable. But someone did notice, and as Dean managed to break free and head down the hallway, Cas followed.

Halfway to his room Dean realized someone had joined him. He didn’t feel like talking, but made quick conversation points in his head anyways just to get the person away just enough to slam the door in their face.

Reaching his door, he spun around, mouth open to politely tell the person to fuck off when he saw the familiar face, looking as tired as he felt.

A switch flipped in his brain, and exhaustion finally took over. Dean collapsed in on himself and his cheery facade crumbled in an instant. The expression on Dean’s face must have alarmed Cas because without a moment's hesitation, he pushed Dean into the room with a gentle hand on his back.

The door didn’t even finish its journey closed before Dean all but crumpled against Cas with a sharp exhale, arms winding around his waist. His forehead rested against steady shoulders and Dean just breathed. Muffled sounds from the crowd several walls away made their way into the room but they were just traces of what seemed like a different world. Dean already felt better locked in a room away from the eyes and mouths of other people.

They stood together for several minutes, no words even whispered between them. The silence welcomed them. Moments like these Dean cherished, able to think clear for the first time in sometimes several days; a momentary break in the chaos marathon he seemed to be running for years on end. They used to scare him, silence and isolation often brought inner demons out and they were worse than the actual demons. But now, he learned to appreciate them when he could get them.

The two eventually broke apart, Dean turning his back almost immediately heading for his bed. He needed to decompress. He used to half ass joke that he wouldn’t ever make it to this age, that his life concocted a suicide mission to end itself. But somehow, through everything, he made it to now and sometimes he wished he didn’t. He was getting too old for all of it.

As Dean sat at the end of the bed, untying his shoes, Cas shed his coat and blazer, a silent agreement to stay in the room until things died down out there. Once upon a time Dean hated the invasion of privacy, he hated when Cas invited himself into whatever moment Dean had for himself but now he welcomed it. The man knew how to stay quiet, and got better at reading Dean’s mood.

Sufficiently dressed down, Dean leaned back and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, and brought it forward. He settled down on his stomach, head turned to the side.

“I’m tired.”

Cas said nothing at first, instead dragging the reading chair in the corner over to the side of the bed, sitting with his feet propped up near Dean’s.

“I think we all are.”

Dean closed his eyes as Cas stretched in the chair. He had grabbed a book before settling in. Dean didn’t want the image of this dressed down angel reading a book next to him. The domesticity of their encounters sometimes took him by surprise, and he didn’t need to deal with it right now.

“I just feel like we still missed something.” Dean mumbled.

More silence followed that statement to the point Dean cracked one eye open to make sure Cas still sat next to him. The book rested on his lap as he stared at the wall behind Dean.

“I feel like that all the time. With everything we do. I think we just get so overwhelmed we get scared we’re doing the wrong thing.”

“Maybe. But I’ve learned to trust my gut instinct more often than not.”

Cas sighed, and Dean could feel the annoyance radiate off of him.

“What was the solution then? You being caught there? Again? What would that have done?” The pages of the book rustled, and the chair creaked, “All of us trapped in there? You think that would have ended well for anyone?”

All the questions thrown at Dean made the absolute exhaustion roar back. They weren’t new, he asked himself those hypotheticals since they’ve been back. He knew the real answer that his brain screamed back at him: Why can’t all this just not exist.

In the past couple years, Dean found himself fantasizing about the early years, the good ol’ years where all they had to worry about was a ghost coming after them. A salt, burn, and the day was done. The complexity of his life, of all their lives, twisted and turned in every direction, causing him whiplash.

Another page in the book turned as Dean’s mind tried to calm itself down. He kept his eyes closed, but head still facing Cas in the chair. The flapping of pages every so often eventually lulling him into a half dream state.

Tomorrow was always another day, but Dean didn’t want tomorrow to come half the time. The desire to go to sleep with the present day completed in full was strong. The desire to wake up the next day with no pressing issues or some world ending catastrophe tugged at his heart more and more as the years went on.

In his half-conscious state, Dean managed to finally find an inner circle of calm. Here, in this moment, they weren’t threatened. Cas sat calm next to him, reading some old book Dean had in the corner of his room, and Dean was able to lay down and take a break. He didn’t get many of these moments, and instead of wasting them worrying about things that have been and would be, he let sleep take over, plunging him into darkness.

[buckydoll]

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[oldschoolfic-ds9]

The Price of Joy

by CHeinemann, 1997

After the retaking of Terok Nor, Damar is sent to fetch Ziyal on Bajor.

Words: 4640, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: PG

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Tora Ziyal, Damar

Relationships: Damar/Ziyal

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

Sequel to: Redemption

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[oldschoolfic-ds9]

The Alternate

by THemenover, unknown year

(Author did not provide a summary. The following is reader provided.) Novelization of the DS9 episode "The Alternate."

Words: 15471, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: PG

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Odo, DS9 crew

Relationships: none listed

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

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[oldschoolfic-ds9]

Carpe Medicus

by Cardassian Fire, 2003

Ziyal asks if Garak is dating anyone special; Garak decides a demonstration is worth a thousand words.

Words: 614, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: PG

Warnings: none listed

Characters: Elim Garak, Tora Ziyal, Julian Bashir

Relationships: Garak/Bashir

Reader suggested tags (what are these?): none

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