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lizrael — 20 closing lines
I chose different stories from the ones in my 20 opening lines post.
I interpreted "line" loosely and sometimes included two sentences or only part of a sentence.

E-rated fics marked with *
Fics with Archive warnings marked with #

It’s time for me to become his tiger again.
MEETING ENDS
Proceedings of the Society—TO DO LIST—Rules of Calvinball

The final cage around his heart still was not quite ready to open.
*#Ill Advised

I couldn’t have been happier about the prospect.
*Unkempt in Keswick

Elders (especially in their cups) insisted that they were sometimes seen flying on great wings, among the hills (but not too high), at sunrise.
The White Bull's Son & the Builder of Wings

“Just think. We might confuse Scotland Yard so much that they’d call in the great Sherlock Holmes.”
Thief of My Dreams

“Perhaps you will know more some day,” Holmes said, and turned back to the newspaper.
The Case of the Christmas Crackers

Edgar had hopes that William would come to enjoy being pampered, in time.
*#Recompense

“I have research to do,” said Loki, gesturing at the spell book.
*Carnivora

My body was glowing with light.
*#The Gift

“Guys! Get a room!” grumbled Kenzi.
An Enchanted Castle

“I want to see if there are any roses.”
B-612

That way we’d have even more time together.
Never Enough Time With You

There will be a thousand iterations more, and ten thousand. Loki may yet learn to break the chains that bind him to it.
Loki's Brood

He’d been craving a smoke all evening.
The Case of the Poisoned Pumps

“The Last Will and Testament of Nita J. Stone,” she read.
*#No Angels

“When we can move again,” says Eartha, “let’s go out and sing in it.”
*Too Darn Hot: A Musical

He held out his hand, and Lucifer deposited the Death Note into it.
How D'Ya Like Them Apples?

If this kind of nonsense could be going on in the midst of the chaos, maybe, just maybe, things would eventually come all right again.
*See Me, Feel Me

Something mattered to him now.
The Escort of the Grave

Vanya and Harlan play with his wooden duck, sending it skittering around in the car, surging on the air the way it sometimes surfs the bathtub water when Harlan splashes.
*#The Sea Between Our Shores

+patterns - matter-of-fact, on a mundane note, summing up, a final twist
+favorite - the one from "The White Bull's Son & the Builder of Wings"