Mixed Snapshots of Life and One Wedding
Title: Mixed Snapshots and a Wedding
Author: melissasjack
Rating: T
Chapters: One-shot
Genre: Fun, romance, sadness, friendship, LOVE, ANGEL & CORDY
Prompts Used: “Angel & Cordy: Wedding Night”
Written for: mystizan and gabs186
This is probably the sappiest sweetest cheesiest Fluffy stuff I have EVER EVER WRITTEN. LOL. ALSO ETA cuz I am an idiot and this whole freaking thing was NOT s'posed to be in freaking italics. OOOOOOPS. LOL.
Summary: Angel/Cordy/Baby!Connor… The years in between. I took a few liberties with canon… well a lot really. Heeee. Set during and mainly after “Loyalty.” A lot of this is steeped in canon, I just played with it as I saw fit.
Wes startled as a soft hand smacked him very roughly across the back of his head.
“Wes, what the hell is this? I go on my first vacation in years and come back to Bizarro World, the LA version?”
“Cordelia?” Wes rubbed his head, eyes hazy with fatigue and worry over the words he had just written.
The Father
will kill
the Son.
“Have you started smoking crack while I was gone?” Cordy’s eyes flashed darkly, in total contrast to her new cropped, blonde bob.
Wes rubbed his mouth, his face dripping with exhaustion. “It’s foretold, Codelia.”
“Wesley. Remember the shanshu? Or whatever it was? Re-check it. This is Angel, our friend. My… Look. Something is wrong here, I’m vision girl remember? Don’t you think the Powers would have at least sent me a little something if our hero was gonna kill his own son?”
Cordy’s words were incredulous and exasperated as she continued reading over his shoulder. “A TALKING HAMBURGER? Really Wes? That’s about as hip as a rogue demon hunter.”
Cordy crossed her arms glaring at her second best friend, completely annoyed. “Thank God I came back early if this was the crazy limb you were gonna go off on while I was away.”
The sound of her sighs filled the room and Wes blinked as Angel walked in, Conner cradled in his arms.
“I heard shouting,” he began, eyes lighting up at the sight of a Groo-less Cordelia.
“Wesley has decided to mangle a few more prophecies to ring in the New Year,” Cordy snapped, arms outstretched to take Connor, an entire 2 weeks away from the baby entirely too long.
“Cordy, it’s not December…” Angel stopped talking as Cordy shot him a mega-watt glare, Conner now happily nestled against her breasts.
“Wes? What’s going on?” Angel was lost in both the vision of Cordy, cradling his son, Cordy returned home, just Cordy, his girl. She’d come back.
Wes groaned, his lips tight as he showed them both the prophecy.
“Never.” It was Cordelia’s voice, tight and angry, mad at them both.
“Fix it, Wes. Re-read, get some new books. This is not happening.”
Connor cooed, and Angel came to her, kissing his son’s forehead, before wrapping his arms around them both.
It took every ounce of strength he had to muster up these words. “I am so glad you’re home. Find another way, Wes. Please.”
His eyes shone with love as Cordy leaned against him, Conner fell back asleep and Wes started rummaging around, looking for new theories.
______________
"No more talking, Angel? Ok?”
Cordy’s voice was soft and firm as she held him, her arms tugging his shirt up, her lips on his. He was drowning in Cordy, confused and aroused and every time he opened his mouth to ask her what was going on, she licked his lips, sucked on his tongue, rubbed against his cock that was throbbing against her as every moment pressed them together harder, tighter.
“You came back,” he repeated, his hair tousled, Cordy’s face cupped between his palms.
He was treated to the sweetest kiss of his entire 250+ years, her tears streaking his cheeks as she pulled away and looked at him.
“I did.”
“Cordy…” his voice broke.
“I know.”
“You don’t. I love you, I …”
“Angel? I know. Now can you please shut the hell up and keep kissing me?”
______
The one thing Cordy never told anyone, not even Angel, was the many, many visions she had received of everything unfolding so very differently.
She had known what could happen, the Power’s had given her a heads up and for that she would be eternally grateful.
Every single time she fed Connor a bottle, every night after she had accosted Angel in the hallway, kissing him until his knees trembled, and he had been powerless against her, carrying her to his bed, making love to her because she could never steal his soul; She merely loved and anchored it in equal measure.
Regardless?
She had known what the reverse could be.
She still lived every day like it was a gift.
She knew how very much it was.
_______________
When Connor was two, he had the flu- a fever of 105, high enough to kill.
Lorne was worn out with singing, Angel had been up for 48 hours, as his son cried and cried, his little face flushed and angry.
Cordelia remembered that morning her Angel had thrust his hand into the sunlight, promising to take care of his son, even if he himself didn’t make it.
“Grab your cloak, Lover,” she told him, too worried to play off saucy. “We can’t wait any longer. He needs to go to the hospital. Now.”
Angel let go of his son, pressing Cordy to him for an instant, his lips desperate.
“I love you, Cordelia. I’m so scared… what if…”
“I know. Angel. I know. Now grab a cloak and get tracking through your drippy, miserable sewers and beat us there.”
She kissed him back, arching against him before she pushed him away, wrapping Connor in his blue blanket, Lorne searching for his sunglasses as she reached into her handbag (Prada, because her man was learning) for Connor’s insurance cards. Angel had already left as she and Lorne made their way out of the hotel.
This too shall pass, she thought to herself as Lorne gunned it, the engine protesting as her green demon friend flew through the stoplight.
One thing remained the same.
Their love for the Vampire who was already pacing the halls, waiting on their arrival.
_______
The first time Connor called her mom was the day she led him by the hand into kindergarten.
He was scrawny and tousled, the glare he’d inherited from his father fully present, his shoulders hunched around a backpack that hung off his back like a fifty pound weight. He clutched Cordy’s hand as she walked them into the classroom, his eyes darting around nervously. A lady with funny looking hair came over to them, her teeth gleaming… he clutched Cordy’s hand tighter, certain this was a demon.
“Hello! I’m Mrs. Frazier. What’s your name, honey?” The lady was beaming at him and the sun was shining in the windows too brightly and he wished so hard his daddy could be there too.
Connor looked up at Cordy with tear-filled eyes, honest to god scared. Cordy laughed, reassuring and soothing him as she took his teachers outstretched hand, shaking it firmly, introducing herself and saying proudly, “This is Connor, Connor Angel. His Dad works mornings so it’s just me today, I’m afraid.”
Connor glanced up, watching as the lady pumped Cordy’s hand.
“And you are?”
“Oh… Cordelia Chase, I’m Connor’s…”
“That’s my mom.” Connor was firm but as polite as his old-fashioned dad had taught him to be. “She’s my mom.” He beamed up at Cordy, too young to understand why her eyes were filled with tears as she nodded.
“You’ll stay, won’t you? You’re not leaving yet?”
Cordy brushed her hair out of her eyes and leaned down to hug him. “I’ll stay as long as you need me, honey.”
______
“How’d it go today?” Angel was waiting for them at the door, eager and impatient.
“Daddy!” Connor flew into his father’s arms. “Cordy stayed with me all day and I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t scared at all.”
Angel looked over, taking in the waver in his son’s voice and the heart on her sleeve look Cordy was trying to play off and reached out, dragging her into his embrace too. “I missed you guys today.”
Conner squirmed away from them, eager to show off his new red folder. Cordy stayed against his side, her hands wrapped in his hair, her lips a minute away . Angel couldn’t help the quick kiss he gave her, deepening it as she relaxed against him.
The word’s rolled from his lips before he could stop them. “Marry me?”
He started stammering immediately, appalled at his lack of romanticism, horrified that she would say no, Connor looking on, totally eavesdropping.
“It sure took you long enough, Buster," She smiled. "Yes. Of course. Yes.”
________
Wesley was his best man. He was crabby and beaming (real Englishmen did NOT cry at weddings) plus Cordelia had managed to drag him on the many shopping trips an occasion like this had entailed.
Connor walked proudly down the aisle, a tufted pillow that would have been just as at home in the 1800’s proffered, with a gleaming ring laid on top.
His daddy wore a new tuxedo (Cordy had insisted on new), his hair trimmed and combed by a real barber, therefore not sticking up the way it usually did.
His mom came out last, her face one huge smile, all white teeth, her face reflecting the sunlight even though it was night.
(His daddy wasn’t allowed out during the day but it was okay with him because him mom was always there.)
Gunn and Fred and Lorne were in the first row of seats, smiling. He even could have sworn he saw Gunn wiping away tears. He snickered because he knew his daddy would have laughed too. Everyone talked a lot and then his daddy was kissing his mom in a really icky way.
He didn’t mind it all so much when Angel picked him up, cradling him against his chest as Cordy kissed his face, his cheeks, and they all twirled around a bit, an impromptu dance as their friends laughed.
Love won out in the end.
Author: melissasjack
Rating: T
Chapters: One-shot
Genre: Fun, romance, sadness, friendship, LOVE, ANGEL & CORDY
Prompts Used: “Angel & Cordy: Wedding Night”
Written for: mystizan and gabs186
This is probably the sappiest sweetest cheesiest Fluffy stuff I have EVER EVER WRITTEN. LOL. ALSO ETA cuz I am an idiot and this whole freaking thing was NOT s'posed to be in freaking italics. OOOOOOPS. LOL.
Summary: Angel/Cordy/Baby!Connor… The years in between. I took a few liberties with canon… well a lot really. Heeee. Set during and mainly after “Loyalty.” A lot of this is steeped in canon, I just played with it as I saw fit.
Wes startled as a soft hand smacked him very roughly across the back of his head.
“Wes, what the hell is this? I go on my first vacation in years and come back to Bizarro World, the LA version?”
“Cordelia?” Wes rubbed his head, eyes hazy with fatigue and worry over the words he had just written.
The Father
will kill
the Son.
“Have you started smoking crack while I was gone?” Cordy’s eyes flashed darkly, in total contrast to her new cropped, blonde bob.
Wes rubbed his mouth, his face dripping with exhaustion. “It’s foretold, Codelia.”
“Wesley. Remember the shanshu? Or whatever it was? Re-check it. This is Angel, our friend. My… Look. Something is wrong here, I’m vision girl remember? Don’t you think the Powers would have at least sent me a little something if our hero was gonna kill his own son?”
Cordy’s words were incredulous and exasperated as she continued reading over his shoulder. “A TALKING HAMBURGER? Really Wes? That’s about as hip as a rogue demon hunter.”
Cordy crossed her arms glaring at her second best friend, completely annoyed. “Thank God I came back early if this was the crazy limb you were gonna go off on while I was away.”
The sound of her sighs filled the room and Wes blinked as Angel walked in, Conner cradled in his arms.
“I heard shouting,” he began, eyes lighting up at the sight of a Groo-less Cordelia.
“Wesley has decided to mangle a few more prophecies to ring in the New Year,” Cordy snapped, arms outstretched to take Connor, an entire 2 weeks away from the baby entirely too long.
“Cordy, it’s not December…” Angel stopped talking as Cordy shot him a mega-watt glare, Conner now happily nestled against her breasts.
“Wes? What’s going on?” Angel was lost in both the vision of Cordy, cradling his son, Cordy returned home, just Cordy, his girl. She’d come back.
Wes groaned, his lips tight as he showed them both the prophecy.
“Never.” It was Cordelia’s voice, tight and angry, mad at them both.
“Fix it, Wes. Re-read, get some new books. This is not happening.”
Connor cooed, and Angel came to her, kissing his son’s forehead, before wrapping his arms around them both.
It took every ounce of strength he had to muster up these words. “I am so glad you’re home. Find another way, Wes. Please.”
His eyes shone with love as Cordy leaned against him, Conner fell back asleep and Wes started rummaging around, looking for new theories.
______________
"No more talking, Angel? Ok?”
Cordy’s voice was soft and firm as she held him, her arms tugging his shirt up, her lips on his. He was drowning in Cordy, confused and aroused and every time he opened his mouth to ask her what was going on, she licked his lips, sucked on his tongue, rubbed against his cock that was throbbing against her as every moment pressed them together harder, tighter.
“You came back,” he repeated, his hair tousled, Cordy’s face cupped between his palms.
He was treated to the sweetest kiss of his entire 250+ years, her tears streaking his cheeks as she pulled away and looked at him.
“I did.”
“Cordy…” his voice broke.
“I know.”
“You don’t. I love you, I …”
“Angel? I know. Now can you please shut the hell up and keep kissing me?”
______
The one thing Cordy never told anyone, not even Angel, was the many, many visions she had received of everything unfolding so very differently.
She had known what could happen, the Power’s had given her a heads up and for that she would be eternally grateful.
Every single time she fed Connor a bottle, every night after she had accosted Angel in the hallway, kissing him until his knees trembled, and he had been powerless against her, carrying her to his bed, making love to her because she could never steal his soul; She merely loved and anchored it in equal measure.
Regardless?
She had known what the reverse could be.
She still lived every day like it was a gift.
She knew how very much it was.
_______________
When Connor was two, he had the flu- a fever of 105, high enough to kill.
Lorne was worn out with singing, Angel had been up for 48 hours, as his son cried and cried, his little face flushed and angry.
Cordelia remembered that morning her Angel had thrust his hand into the sunlight, promising to take care of his son, even if he himself didn’t make it.
“Grab your cloak, Lover,” she told him, too worried to play off saucy. “We can’t wait any longer. He needs to go to the hospital. Now.”
Angel let go of his son, pressing Cordy to him for an instant, his lips desperate.
“I love you, Cordelia. I’m so scared… what if…”
“I know. Angel. I know. Now grab a cloak and get tracking through your drippy, miserable sewers and beat us there.”
She kissed him back, arching against him before she pushed him away, wrapping Connor in his blue blanket, Lorne searching for his sunglasses as she reached into her handbag (Prada, because her man was learning) for Connor’s insurance cards. Angel had already left as she and Lorne made their way out of the hotel.
This too shall pass, she thought to herself as Lorne gunned it, the engine protesting as her green demon friend flew through the stoplight.
One thing remained the same.
Their love for the Vampire who was already pacing the halls, waiting on their arrival.
_______
The first time Connor called her mom was the day she led him by the hand into kindergarten.
He was scrawny and tousled, the glare he’d inherited from his father fully present, his shoulders hunched around a backpack that hung off his back like a fifty pound weight. He clutched Cordy’s hand as she walked them into the classroom, his eyes darting around nervously. A lady with funny looking hair came over to them, her teeth gleaming… he clutched Cordy’s hand tighter, certain this was a demon.
“Hello! I’m Mrs. Frazier. What’s your name, honey?” The lady was beaming at him and the sun was shining in the windows too brightly and he wished so hard his daddy could be there too.
Connor looked up at Cordy with tear-filled eyes, honest to god scared. Cordy laughed, reassuring and soothing him as she took his teachers outstretched hand, shaking it firmly, introducing herself and saying proudly, “This is Connor, Connor Angel. His Dad works mornings so it’s just me today, I’m afraid.”
Connor glanced up, watching as the lady pumped Cordy’s hand.
“And you are?”
“Oh… Cordelia Chase, I’m Connor’s…”
“That’s my mom.” Connor was firm but as polite as his old-fashioned dad had taught him to be. “She’s my mom.” He beamed up at Cordy, too young to understand why her eyes were filled with tears as she nodded.
“You’ll stay, won’t you? You’re not leaving yet?”
Cordy brushed her hair out of her eyes and leaned down to hug him. “I’ll stay as long as you need me, honey.”
______
“How’d it go today?” Angel was waiting for them at the door, eager and impatient.
“Daddy!” Connor flew into his father’s arms. “Cordy stayed with me all day and I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t scared at all.”
Angel looked over, taking in the waver in his son’s voice and the heart on her sleeve look Cordy was trying to play off and reached out, dragging her into his embrace too. “I missed you guys today.”
Conner squirmed away from them, eager to show off his new red folder. Cordy stayed against his side, her hands wrapped in his hair, her lips a minute away . Angel couldn’t help the quick kiss he gave her, deepening it as she relaxed against him.
The word’s rolled from his lips before he could stop them. “Marry me?”
He started stammering immediately, appalled at his lack of romanticism, horrified that she would say no, Connor looking on, totally eavesdropping.
“It sure took you long enough, Buster," She smiled. "Yes. Of course. Yes.”
________
Wesley was his best man. He was crabby and beaming (real Englishmen did NOT cry at weddings) plus Cordelia had managed to drag him on the many shopping trips an occasion like this had entailed.
Connor walked proudly down the aisle, a tufted pillow that would have been just as at home in the 1800’s proffered, with a gleaming ring laid on top.
His daddy wore a new tuxedo (Cordy had insisted on new), his hair trimmed and combed by a real barber, therefore not sticking up the way it usually did.
His mom came out last, her face one huge smile, all white teeth, her face reflecting the sunlight even though it was night.
(His daddy wasn’t allowed out during the day but it was okay with him because him mom was always there.)
Gunn and Fred and Lorne were in the first row of seats, smiling. He even could have sworn he saw Gunn wiping away tears. He snickered because he knew his daddy would have laughed too. Everyone talked a lot and then his daddy was kissing his mom in a really icky way.
He didn’t mind it all so much when Angel picked him up, cradling him against his chest as Cordy kissed his face, his cheeks, and they all twirled around a bit, an impromptu dance as their friends laughed.
Love won out in the end.