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[What-If] Beautiful Goddess of Destruction Bulma vs Ox Goddess ChiChi!

It's 1am, couldn't help it.

canon era | post-Camlann | post magic reveal | what if | angst

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★ He never touched another soul. He only ever loved you. And the night you left was the night he meant to ask you to stay forever.

Warning : this fic contains lying besties, silent boyfriends, unsaid proposals, and two years’ worth of rotting what-ifs. read only if you’re cool with having your chest cracked open like a glow stick and left leaking regret on the floor. no dialogues js inner turmoild , procced if u wanna be left weeping at 2 am in the morning this fic is written entierly from regulus pov. Main masterlist || Navigation

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ANGEL & CORDELIA — Our Greatest What If

hey besties 🤍 today we open an old wound.

let’s talk about a love story that none of us expected… and that somehow hurt exactly because of that.

i’m talking about Angel and Cordelia.

we all arrived in Los Angeles carrying the ghost of Buffy. we thought we already knew what Angel’s great love looked like. we thought the bar had been set, sealed, untouchable.

and then something strange happened.

Cordelia grew.

what started as comic relief, the spoiled girl, the outsider presence from another show, slowly became the emotional center of the narrative. she matured, she suffered, she stayed. she chose him, again and again, not because of destiny, but because of understanding.

and that hit differently.

because for the first time Angel wasn’t loving an ideal. he was learning how to love someone who stood next to him in the real world.

their intimacy was built in conversations, glances, trust. it was slow. adult. earned.

and maybe that’s why we believed in it.

until the story lost control of itself.

the moment Connor arrived and the mythology started twisting Cordelia into someone else — or something else — the thread snapped. possession, confusion, pregnancy, revelations… drama kept piling up but the emotional truth disappeared.

and you can feel it as a viewer when writers are escalating instead of evolving.

what hurts the most is that when she finally comes back to him, when they finally say it, when they finally kiss…

she’s already leaving.

not a beginning. a goodbye disguised as closure.

romantic? yes. satisfying? not even close.

Angel and Cordelia became the definition of potential. of almost. of what if.

i loved them. i rooted for them. i still rewatch their scenes and feel that quiet, mature tenderness that could have been extraordinary.

but it never arrived.

it’s like waiting for the crescendo of a song that fades out instead.

and maybe that’s the real tragedy: not that they loved each other.

but that the story never let them live inside that love.

sometimes i wonder what would have happened if they had been brave enough to give Angel something radical — humanity, a future, a family, peace. a counterpoint to Buffy’s loneliness.

it would have been unexpected. it would have been risky.

it would have been beautiful.

so tell me.

were you Cangel believers? or did your heart never leave Bangel?

Hyde knew it was a mistake that he was kissing Jackie. He knew it was her lashing out. He knew she would regret it, but he didn’t give two damns. In case this was the last time he ever got to kiss her, he devoured her taste. Hyde pulled her close, and wrapped her curls around his fingers. He was nearly lost, when her hands slid under his tee shirt and her fingertips skimmed his chest. What should have been the door to more, instead was a cold bucket of water on his desire. Hyde took a step back.

“What are you doing Jackie?”

Jackie moved back in, pressed her body next him, snaked her hands up his chest, and murmured in his ear,

“I think you know exactly what I’m trying to do.”

She nearly purred it. Everything about her was sensual. It took every morsel of his shredding his conscience to pull her hands, and bracelet her wrists.

“No. Jackie. You don’t want this. You think you do, but you're hurt. You’re mad and you want to make sure Rafe is paid out for cheating on you. You will hate yourself.”

Jackie yanked herself away. Her own desire heaving in her chest. She knew what she wanted, she sure as hell didn’t need Steven being the better angel on her shoulder.

“First off, you don’t seem to have a problem kissing him. Second, I’m a grown ass woman. I know what I want. Third, you don’t get to tell me how I will feel about anything. Besides, are you telling me that you don’t want to screw like bunnies?”

Whatever desire he had left fled his body. Her description of them having sex left him raw. This wasn’t Jackie. This was a woman scorned. Hyde had zero interest in being her weapon.

“I’m not going to be your revenge fuck Jackie. If you’re looking for that I’m sure Kelso will volunteer as tribute.”

Jackie gasped at the mere idea of sleeping with Kelso. It made her feel physically ill. The idea that her wanting to have sex was interchangeable because all she wanted to do was hurt Rafe was a slap in the face.

“I would never have sex with Kelso. God, do you think so little of me?”

She dropped down on the couch and let her hands cover her shame. What the hell was she doing?

Hyde dropped next to her, this time replacing harsh with a rare moment of vulnerability.

“I don’t want to be a regret, even more than I already am.”

Jackie’s head snapped up,

“What are you talking about?”

“Come on Jackie, don’t play dumb. I know you regret loving me. I know when you settle down a little you are going to be upset and ashamed we kissed. I don’t want to be the mistake that will always haunt you. I can’t be one more regret in your life.”

Jackie heard every ounce of pain in his statement. It stabbed at her. She was so stupid. She opened this door. Now she was going to have to walk through it. What was it about this man that made her want to protect, make feel worthy, and love him?

Hyde watched a myriad of emotions flutter across Jackie’s features. He could still read her, so he knew what was coming next was going to be brutal. He just didn’t know if it was going to be for him or her. Jackie laid her head on his shoulder and laced her fingers through his,

“I don’t regret you Steven. I never have. Even when you broke my heart with the nurse. Not when you smashed my heart into the ground by letting me leave and disappearing. Loving you wasn’t a mistake. I’ve never thought that. I shouldn’t have kissed you. It was wrong, but I don’t regret it. I love Rafe, but I can’t break the connection we have, Steven. So despite what I said about screwing like buddies, it would have meant something. It is terrible of me, but I’m not sure I would have been sorry. I don’t know what kind of woman that makes me, but that is the honest truth.”

Despite his better judgement he pulled her close again, and lightly dusted her lips.

“That’s the problem Jackie, I wouldn’t regret it either. Being with you was and still would be one of the greatest privileges of my life. However, you love another man. I won’t help you be a cheater. It’s not who you are. We can forget the kiss. He never needs to know. “

Jackie bit her lip, and tried to her tears imprisoned, but they had a mind of their own. She pressed into him, and mumbled what felt like acid,

“We both know we won’t forget.”

Hyde kissed her head one more time, before pulling back.

“I know we won’t.”