Buffy & Angel drabbles
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Angel the series, fanfic, Faith Lehane, saving herself for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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It was insanely dangerous. Faith knew that much. She would have been safer in jail, physically and emotionally. But Angel was in trouble and after all he had done for her, Faith couldn’t let the opportunity to redeem herself slip past her. It was hard to follow Wes to freedom, still imprisoned in her head from the things she had done to him. Harder still, to work with Angel’s friends and his son. Connor , she was still trying to wrap her head around that one. She wasn’t just here to save Angel from himself. Every step on the path of good was one step closer to saving herself.
Angel, Lilah Morgan, fanfiction, what she does in her time off forladyvivien
Time off was a rarity at Wolfram and Hart. Workaholics like herself weren’t good at taking time off, anyhow. It was hard to know what to do when she did find herself with a few spare hours. Shopping, that was always fun but there were only so many smart outfits that she could own. Spa time, she made sure she could squeeze that in once a month. Nothing like being wrapped, soaked, kneaded and whatever other luxuries they cared to indulge her with, to improve her mood.
But more often, the thing she spent her time off doing was visiting Shady Hills. Lilah took care that she was never followed there, alternating her routes as often as she could. She wasn’t sure why. Her bosses knew but still, she wanted to feel that her mother was safe. Lilah looked at the old woman dozing in the sun, her mind eaten away by Alzheimer’s and knew she had to come here. This was her mother but she prayed that someday the old woman who couldn’t remember anyone would not turn out to be her as well.
Angel the Series, Darla, monster forescalove
Darla couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t a ‘monster.’ Even during her mortal days, she was considered a danger, a threat to men everywhere. She maintained control of her own life, made her own choices at a time when women were property to be bought and sold from father to husband. She made her money with her body, earning her the hatred of the upstanding citizens of Virginia. Meanwhile, those same men cheated on their frigid wives with her.
Freedom cost her her life, disease ravaging her. The Master gave her a new one. She terrorized the world with him then she met the most amazing Irish boy. She hadn’t known at the time what a wonderful choice he would be. Angelus had been chosen for what she perceived to be a lack of brains and a nice ass. He proved smarter than Darla had bargained for. Their life together was the best times she ever had.
Until he changed. Until he killed her, put her down like the monster she was so he could play hero for the Slayer. It should have been over again but even death wasn’t enough to end her story. She tried to make her new life work but in the end, she became the demon again. She had one last chance at redemption. Feeling the contractions weakening, feeling her son dying inside her, Darla reached for the hunk of wood she could use to set him free of her. At this death, she would die as something other than a monster.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, the cost of warescalove
On shaking legs, exhausted muscles burning, Buffy surveys the impossibly large sinkhole that used to be her home. This was how it ended? It didn’t seem fair. She thinks most of the people had gotten out. She can only hope. Buffy knows she no longer has a home, no belongings but what’s left of the clothing on her body. She no longer even has her mother’s grave to mourn over. That cuts into her sharp as a talon.
Behind her is a school bus full of survivors, girls who would never be normal. Out in the big world, were more girls whose life she ruined. The scythe activated every Potential. Deep down, Buffy knew that had been the wrong thing to do, no matter that there hadn’t seemed to be another choice. This was the cost of war. Now, she needed to recover her strength, regroup, then find those women and give them a new purpose. It wouldn’t be easy but it was something Buffy felt she owed them.
Buffyverse - fanfic – Buffy and Dawn – sisterly bonding (any time) forpenny_lane_42
“Are you sure that’s what it says?” Buffy glanced over at her sister, a smidgen of disbelief in her eyes.
“I can read.” Dawn rolled her eyes.
“Yeah but you can’t cook.” Her sister smiled.
Dawn pouted. “You never gave my creations a fair try. Besides, I didn’t create this. Paula Deen did. We’re just following a recipe.”
“Still, this sounds like an awful lot of butter.” Buffy peered at the recipe again.
“Have you seen her show? Everything has at least a stick.” Dawn laughed. “Guess you can’t call it gooey butter cake without butter.”
Buffy picked up a wooden spoon. “Hard to argue that.”
Buffy wished that she had more time to do things like this with Dawn, to just relax and have fun. More than that, she wished she wasn’t thinking about ten ways to kill a vampire with the wooden spoon in her hand.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Buffy, Joyce and Dawn – fanfic – the Summers women conquer forangearia
“Way to go, Mom!” Dawn cried as Joyce’s putt sailed effortlessly past the windmill and plopped into the hole.
”Beat that one.” Joyce grinned over at the male team as they headed to the next obstacle: a clown.
“Just watch me.” Xander took the club from Riley
“Should we let him do this?” Riley asked Giles, who merely huffed and took his glasses off for a cleaning.
Xander took a swing. The ball slammed into the clown’s eye, ricocheting, hitting Giles in the chest. “oops.”
Giles dusted his shirt off, “Really, Xander, I would have thought you were over your fear of clowns.”
Xander blustered as Riley snickered.
Buffy took the club from her mother. “If I sink the next one, we win.”
“It’s not fair. Your team has the Slayer. I’m stuck here with Giles,” Xander protested.
”Who has made all his shots,” Giles reminded him as Buffy lined up her shot. She had to get the ball through the revolving bowling ball pins. “I don’t even know why I came.”
Buffy cast a look back at her Watcher and caught the glance he gave her mother. She knew exactly why he came but she didn’t want to think about it. Her putt careened off a bowling pin but had enough energy to skitter through and into the hole. “And the Summers women conquer the guys!” She cheered.
“As if there were ever any doubt.” Joyce gave her daughter a quick hug. It was a moment she wanted to last forever.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Drusilla, name the stars forevil_little_dog
“Can you see them, Spike?”
“Mmm, what?” He didn’t glance away from the Baird Model C in front of him.
“The stars.” Leaning against the back of the couch, Drusilla ran her hands down his chest.
“We’re inside, pet. We can’t see them.” Spike waved her off. It wasn’t the first time they had this conversation.
“I can.” Drusilla walked her fingers along his collar bone.
He gestured to the cherry wood device in front of him. On top a legged shelf sat a barn-shaped piece of wood with some buttons in the center and a round speaker to one side and on the other, another round portal to something thrilling. “Just look at it, ducks. They call the barmy thing television. Hush now and listen. We need to watch or maybe this won’t last. I love it.”
Drusilla eyed the screen, disinterested. The tiny black and white people in the circle were in no way as fascinating as the heavens. “I named them, Spike.”
“What?”
“The stars.”
“That’s nice,” he said, still obviously not paying attention to her. There was nothing for her to do when he was like this. Maybe the nice couple they had for dinner had a little life left in them.
This drabble is in response toopen_on_sunday's prompt of TAPE
Drusilla knew that some times Spike was a bad boy. He didn’t mean to be but he was. At least Spike was easy to train. She waited until he had one too many beers and fell into a deep sleep. She took off all his clothes and tied him to the bed spread-eagle with that delightful silver tape. It reminded her of mercury, which was always fun. It wouldn’t hold him long but she didn’t need it to.
“Dru, I’m warning you.”
“It’s a lesson.” She reached for the piece of tape covering his naughty parts, tugging. “Shall we begin?”
halfamoon prompt listAngel the series, fanfic, Faith Lehane, saving herself for
yhleeIt was insanely dangerous. Faith knew that much. She would have been safer in jail, physically and emotionally. But Angel was in trouble and after all he had done for her, Faith couldn’t let the opportunity to redeem herself slip past her. It was hard to follow Wes to freedom, still imprisoned in her head from the things she had done to him. Harder still, to work with Angel’s friends and his son. Connor , she was still trying to wrap her head around that one. She wasn’t just here to save Angel from himself. Every step on the path of good was one step closer to saving herself.
Angel, Lilah Morgan, fanfiction, what she does in her time off for
ladyvivienTime off was a rarity at Wolfram and Hart. Workaholics like herself weren’t good at taking time off, anyhow. It was hard to know what to do when she did find herself with a few spare hours. Shopping, that was always fun but there were only so many smart outfits that she could own. Spa time, she made sure she could squeeze that in once a month. Nothing like being wrapped, soaked, kneaded and whatever other luxuries they cared to indulge her with, to improve her mood.
But more often, the thing she spent her time off doing was visiting Shady Hills. Lilah took care that she was never followed there, alternating her routes as often as she could. She wasn’t sure why. Her bosses knew but still, she wanted to feel that her mother was safe. Lilah looked at the old woman dozing in the sun, her mind eaten away by Alzheimer’s and knew she had to come here. This was her mother but she prayed that someday the old woman who couldn’t remember anyone would not turn out to be her as well.
Angel the Series, Darla, monster for
escaloveDarla couldn’t remember a time she wasn’t a ‘monster.’ Even during her mortal days, she was considered a danger, a threat to men everywhere. She maintained control of her own life, made her own choices at a time when women were property to be bought and sold from father to husband. She made her money with her body, earning her the hatred of the upstanding citizens of Virginia. Meanwhile, those same men cheated on their frigid wives with her.
Freedom cost her her life, disease ravaging her. The Master gave her a new one. She terrorized the world with him then she met the most amazing Irish boy. She hadn’t known at the time what a wonderful choice he would be. Angelus had been chosen for what she perceived to be a lack of brains and a nice ass. He proved smarter than Darla had bargained for. Their life together was the best times she ever had.
Until he changed. Until he killed her, put her down like the monster she was so he could play hero for the Slayer. It should have been over again but even death wasn’t enough to end her story. She tried to make her new life work but in the end, she became the demon again. She had one last chance at redemption. Feeling the contractions weakening, feeling her son dying inside her, Darla reached for the hunk of wood she could use to set him free of her. At this death, she would die as something other than a monster.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy Summers, the cost of war
escaloveOn shaking legs, exhausted muscles burning, Buffy surveys the impossibly large sinkhole that used to be her home. This was how it ended? It didn’t seem fair. She thinks most of the people had gotten out. She can only hope. Buffy knows she no longer has a home, no belongings but what’s left of the clothing on her body. She no longer even has her mother’s grave to mourn over. That cuts into her sharp as a talon.
Behind her is a school bus full of survivors, girls who would never be normal. Out in the big world, were more girls whose life she ruined. The scythe activated every Potential. Deep down, Buffy knew that had been the wrong thing to do, no matter that there hadn’t seemed to be another choice. This was the cost of war. Now, she needed to recover her strength, regroup, then find those women and give them a new purpose. It wouldn’t be easy but it was something Buffy felt she owed them.
Buffyverse - fanfic – Buffy and Dawn – sisterly bonding (any time) for
penny_lane_42“Are you sure that’s what it says?” Buffy glanced over at her sister, a smidgen of disbelief in her eyes.
“I can read.” Dawn rolled her eyes.
“Yeah but you can’t cook.” Her sister smiled.
Dawn pouted. “You never gave my creations a fair try. Besides, I didn’t create this. Paula Deen did. We’re just following a recipe.”
“Still, this sounds like an awful lot of butter.” Buffy peered at the recipe again.
“Have you seen her show? Everything has at least a stick.” Dawn laughed. “Guess you can’t call it gooey butter cake without butter.”
Buffy picked up a wooden spoon. “Hard to argue that.”
Buffy wished that she had more time to do things like this with Dawn, to just relax and have fun. More than that, she wished she wasn’t thinking about ten ways to kill a vampire with the wooden spoon in her hand.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Buffy, Joyce and Dawn – fanfic – the Summers women conquer for
angearia“Way to go, Mom!” Dawn cried as Joyce’s putt sailed effortlessly past the windmill and plopped into the hole.
”Beat that one.” Joyce grinned over at the male team as they headed to the next obstacle: a clown.
“Just watch me.” Xander took the club from Riley
“Should we let him do this?” Riley asked Giles, who merely huffed and took his glasses off for a cleaning.
Xander took a swing. The ball slammed into the clown’s eye, ricocheting, hitting Giles in the chest. “oops.”
Giles dusted his shirt off, “Really, Xander, I would have thought you were over your fear of clowns.”
Xander blustered as Riley snickered.
Buffy took the club from her mother. “If I sink the next one, we win.”
“It’s not fair. Your team has the Slayer. I’m stuck here with Giles,” Xander protested.
”Who has made all his shots,” Giles reminded him as Buffy lined up her shot. She had to get the ball through the revolving bowling ball pins. “I don’t even know why I came.”
Buffy cast a look back at her Watcher and caught the glance he gave her mother. She knew exactly why he came but she didn’t want to think about it. Her putt careened off a bowling pin but had enough energy to skitter through and into the hole. “And the Summers women conquer the guys!” She cheered.
“As if there were ever any doubt.” Joyce gave her daughter a quick hug. It was a moment she wanted to last forever.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Drusilla, name the stars for
evil_little_dog“Can you see them, Spike?”
“Mmm, what?” He didn’t glance away from the Baird Model C in front of him.
“The stars.” Leaning against the back of the couch, Drusilla ran her hands down his chest.
“We’re inside, pet. We can’t see them.” Spike waved her off. It wasn’t the first time they had this conversation.
“I can.” Drusilla walked her fingers along his collar bone.
He gestured to the cherry wood device in front of him. On top a legged shelf sat a barn-shaped piece of wood with some buttons in the center and a round speaker to one side and on the other, another round portal to something thrilling. “Just look at it, ducks. They call the barmy thing television. Hush now and listen. We need to watch or maybe this won’t last. I love it.”
Drusilla eyed the screen, disinterested. The tiny black and white people in the circle were in no way as fascinating as the heavens. “I named them, Spike.”
“What?”
“The stars.”
“That’s nice,” he said, still obviously not paying attention to her. There was nothing for her to do when he was like this. Maybe the nice couple they had for dinner had a little life left in them.
This drabble is in response to
open_on_sunday's prompt of TAPEDrusilla knew that some times Spike was a bad boy. He didn’t mean to be but he was. At least Spike was easy to train. She waited until he had one too many beers and fell into a deep sleep. She took off all his clothes and tied him to the bed spread-eagle with that delightful silver tape. It reminded her of mercury, which was always fun. It wouldn’t hold him long but she didn’t need it to.
“Dru, I’m warning you.”
“It’s a lesson.” She reached for the piece of tape covering his naughty parts, tugging. “Shall we begin?”
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Date: 2010-02-02 03:17 am (UTC)I also like Faith's drabble and Buffy and Dawn cooking.
...and poor, poor Spike.
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Date: 2010-02-02 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-02 03:37 am (UTC)