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fandom_stocking in December 2008
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maharet83: Memories, Darla gen
She remembered the alley. She remembered the rain and how soaked her clothing was. She remembered Angel kneeling over her. The smell of burning wood and the fear in Angel's eyes. And the small glimmer of hope.
But she couldn't remember when she made her choice. There had been no sudden realization, no epiphany. It must have been lingering in her for days, hiding from the weakening demon. Coming out when it was at its weakest and then... one instant and it was all over.
Being dead again was strange. Her soul had not been fully back in her body even when she took the stake and did it; there had been just enough strength for that task. Being alive in that instant hadn't felt real and now being dead didn't feel real. It wasn't like before.
Not like it had been in hell.
They allowed her to watch him. All she wanted was to talk to him, but it wasn't time yet. One day, it would be. She would speak to him and tell him she loved him.
Her sweet boy.
written forxfirefly9x: Protection, Fred/Wesley drabble
He was afraid of breaking her sometimes. She seemed so tiny and fragile, even though he knew she could stand her own in a fight.
He didn't want to feel like her protector, but he did. At the same time, they were also equals, in intellect and spirit and feelings.
Wesley hoped for a future together, but they didn't even know whether there would even be a future for humankind. And so they clung to each other and made the best of the present.
He was content with that. And he tried not to break her in any way. He succeeded.
written fordebc: Dreams, Cordelia/Doyle
She still dreamed of him. Not often, it had been years since he died. But sometimes, she would wake up, the taste of his mouth in hers, the feeling of his lips still lingering. She would relive the sensation of his visions passing onto her more vivid than it had actually been that moment.
There were dreams in which he was still alive and he would come in in the mornings and joke around with Angel and train to fight with Gunn. There were others in which she was with him and they had a life together, away from Angel Investigations.
Cordelia didn't know why she still dreamed of him. She didn't have those dreams about Xander, only about Doyle. Something happened when he passed his visions on to her, she guessed. Something of his spirit was also given to her. After more than two years, Angel seemed to have forgotten about Doyle - Cordelia never would.
written foryhlee: Games, Angelus/Bad!Faith
It was a dangerous game she was playing. Both of them, actually, but hers was more dangerous. She knew Angelus would not hesitate to kill her if he started doubting her allegiance.
Faith liked games. She liked it more when she was making the rules, but in this instance she followed his.
She knew they could bring the world to its knees. He also brought her down to her knees, but that was in a less metaphorical sense.
She had no intention of destroying the world and neither did he. Causing destruction and having fun was so much better than that.
fandom_stocking in December 2008written for
maharet83: Memories, Darla genShe remembered the alley. She remembered the rain and how soaked her clothing was. She remembered Angel kneeling over her. The smell of burning wood and the fear in Angel's eyes. And the small glimmer of hope.
But she couldn't remember when she made her choice. There had been no sudden realization, no epiphany. It must have been lingering in her for days, hiding from the weakening demon. Coming out when it was at its weakest and then... one instant and it was all over.
Being dead again was strange. Her soul had not been fully back in her body even when she took the stake and did it; there had been just enough strength for that task. Being alive in that instant hadn't felt real and now being dead didn't feel real. It wasn't like before.
Not like it had been in hell.
They allowed her to watch him. All she wanted was to talk to him, but it wasn't time yet. One day, it would be. She would speak to him and tell him she loved him.
Her sweet boy.
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xfirefly9x: Protection, Fred/Wesley drabbleHe was afraid of breaking her sometimes. She seemed so tiny and fragile, even though he knew she could stand her own in a fight.
He didn't want to feel like her protector, but he did. At the same time, they were also equals, in intellect and spirit and feelings.
Wesley hoped for a future together, but they didn't even know whether there would even be a future for humankind. And so they clung to each other and made the best of the present.
He was content with that. And he tried not to break her in any way. He succeeded.
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debc: Dreams, Cordelia/DoyleShe still dreamed of him. Not often, it had been years since he died. But sometimes, she would wake up, the taste of his mouth in hers, the feeling of his lips still lingering. She would relive the sensation of his visions passing onto her more vivid than it had actually been that moment.
There were dreams in which he was still alive and he would come in in the mornings and joke around with Angel and train to fight with Gunn. There were others in which she was with him and they had a life together, away from Angel Investigations.
Cordelia didn't know why she still dreamed of him. She didn't have those dreams about Xander, only about Doyle. Something happened when he passed his visions on to her, she guessed. Something of his spirit was also given to her. After more than two years, Angel seemed to have forgotten about Doyle - Cordelia never would.
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yhlee: Games, Angelus/Bad!FaithIt was a dangerous game she was playing. Both of them, actually, but hers was more dangerous. She knew Angelus would not hesitate to kill her if he started doubting her allegiance.
Faith liked games. She liked it more when she was making the rules, but in this instance she followed his.
She knew they could bring the world to its knees. He also brought her down to her knees, but that was in a less metaphorical sense.
She had no intention of destroying the world and neither did he. Causing destruction and having fun was so much better than that.