These first 20 are all B/G
White
None, Futurish FRC
Traditionally she shouldn’t have worn it. It defied all convention. But when had she ever been one to follow the rules? It was perfect, all the satin and lace, everything she’d dreamed of since she was six. It was what her mother would have wanted.
He bowed to her insistence for tradition. If she wanted something specific, he would fight a thousand Hellmouths to give it to her. Money was no object, neither was shipment. He would die a million times over to give her this dream. She deserved it.
And on that day she was a vision in white.
Glass
The Gift FRM
She’d always looked as fragile as glass.
But time and time again, she’d proven him wrong. She was a strong as steel, as quick as lightning. She had the heart of an ox and the smile of an angel. Her petite form belied the deadliness hidden inside. She was Chosen by Fate to battle the darkness, charge forth nightly to vanquish evil.
But now her strength failed her. Falling from the tower, crashing to the ground below. He couldn’t remember if he screamed, but his heart had. And now her body lay broken, like the fragile glass she so resembled.
Alcohol
The Gift FRM
The smooth amber liquid swirled around the bottom of the glass. Ice clinked against the side as he poured more. It burned as it slid down his throat; at least he was feeling something. He’d been numb for so long, too long.
She was gone, dead to save the world and a mystical sister. He saw her face on that thing every day. No wonder he escaped into the bottle. Once more he poured, sinking into oblivion. A Watcher without his Slayer was nothing. Without her, he was nothing.
And as the empty bottle clattered to the floor, he wept.
Hero/Heroics
Everything FRT
You are my hero.
Why? Because.
You saved me from Amy’s mom.
You tried to go after Angelus by yourself.
You told me about the Cruciamentum.
You tried to skewer the Mayor.
You believed me about Kathy.
You became a part of me to defeat Adam.
You became my Watcher again.
You helped me protect Dawn.
You called me a miracle.
You saved me from
You risked your life to bring Potentials to Sunnydale.
You tried to protect me from myself.
You forgave me my mistakes.
You loved me.
You kissed me.
You married me.
You are my Giles.
Resignation
Counterpoint FRM (for language, sort of)
To Quentin Travers
Council of Watchers
We quit.
Okay, Giles wants me to write more. How about, “take this job and shove it?” We won’t take orders from you any more. All those tests to tell us Glory is a god and no idea on how to defeat her? Gee thanks.
And don’t worry about money. Anya invested Giles’ back pay and we’ll do very well…for the next fifty years. I’ll keep Slaying but because the world needs me to, not because you order it so.
That’s all. Up Yours.
Buffy Giles
P.S. Yes, I married my Watcher.
Music
Everything FRT
I sung in school. Father disapproved.
I sung to rebel. Ethan appeared.
Music had always been in my life.
I sung because you lived. A joyous day.
I sung because Jenny died. My heart wept.
Opposite emotions, joined by music.
I sung to your mother. You never knew.
I sung to earn money. You never heard.
What would you have thought of my voice?
I sung because you died. I mourned again.
I sung because you lived. You didn’t hear.
Why bother singing?
I sung to mourn and praise.
You finally heard.
Now I sing to our child. We smile.
Laughter
Season six FRT
You laughed so easily in those early days.
A quip from Xander, a babble from
I don’t remember when you stopped laughing. The world became so serious. College, then Dawn and your mother. And when you came back…
So it was good to hear the laughter again, for whatever reason. No matter what, I hope you’ll laugh again. I miss it.
Grass
None FRM
She used to associate the deep green stains with death. A reminder of what she did night after night.
Now she would link them with life. The life they’d created on a summer day out on a picnic.
The sun had been high, the sky had been clear and they had been alone. They’d touched innocently over the potato salad. A look, a kiss and food was forgotten. Rolling off the blanket, she’d been surrounded by smells. The grass underneath, the man above. She’d lost herself in him.
She told him in that place and acquired new stains, new memories.
Magic
Everything FRC
“Ta da!”
“Do it again, do it again!”
He placed the rabbit on the table and waved his hands. The poor bunny floated above the table much to the delight of the children. It hovered for a while before vanishing suddenly and appearing in the little girl’s lap.
“Don’t let Anya know you’re doing that,” came a voice from the door.
“Mommy! Daddy’s doing magic!”
“I see, time for bed.”
They scattered upstairs as she walked to him.
“It’s harmless fun.”
“I know. I like it when you do magic.”
“You do?”
“It’s sexy.”
He kissed her, performing more magic.
Ice Cream
FRT Everything
He’d offered ice cream the night of the Prom.
It took her four years to collect.
After the fight, after the chaos, she’d come to him, reminded him that situations such as this required ice cream. It had taken him a moment, but he smiled at the memory.
They’d gone alone, left the Slayers in the care of
She’d looked at him with such openness. He’d looked at her with hope. No words ever passed their lips. They understood each other once again.
When they left, they held hands.
Poetry
Additional disclaimer: Poem quoted it “Listening” by David Ignatow. I don’t own it either.
None FRC
"Standing
beside you,
I took an oath
to make your life simpler
by complicating mine
and what I thought
would happen did:
I was lifted up in joy."
He said those words on their wedding day. He thought he knew what joy was then.
Fate proved him wrong.
Rupert Giles entered the bedroom and was overcome again. The light from the
window spilled over them. His wife, Buffy and their son,
Edward Randall. Giles was living his dream. Buffy stirred. She
opened her eyes and looked at him, her gaze filled with love.
Giles truly knew what joy meant now.
Pictures
Everything
FRT
There was
the one of her and Will and Xand. So young and carefree then.
There was
the one of the Scoobs at graduation before the fight. A day
of emotions.
There was
the one of Giles at the Espresso Pump. He hadn’t seen her there.
One of her tombstone. She didn’t like to think of it.
One of the Magic Box, just before the destruction. She missed it.
One of
the hole formerly known as Sunnydale. It made her cry.
Then
there was her favorite.
Their wedding day. Her and Giles.
Soon
there would be another picture.
Their child.
Guilt
The Gift
FRM Character death
It
weighed heavy on her mind. The last words they’d said were in anger. She tried
to focus on the fight ahead, but kept coming back to her feelings of guilt.
She
should feel angry at him, he was only trying to do his
job as her Watcher. But she knew there was more. She couldn’t tell him how she felt, he’d try to stop her from this fight.
When the
answer came, the guilt multiplied. He’d blame himself. But she couldn’t help him, she had to save the world, again.
As she
fell, all she could feel was guilt.
Water
Everything
FRT
How many
times had he flown over that long stretch of water? Too many
for too many reasons. He had come to meet his Slayer, his destiny. He
had left when she died, returned when she lived only to leave again when she
refused to see him as an equal.
Over and over, bringing Potentials to that place. Once more to
reorganize the Council. She had come to him once. Now he would make this
one last trip, never again to cross that vast expanse of water. He would not
miss the journey.
He came
to make her his wife.
Books
Season 6 FRT
There had always been books in his life. From the adventures of Winnie the Pooh his mother had read, to the works of Dickens he devoured as a teen.
Books had brought him to Eyghon and to pain and death.
Books had brought him to Sunnydale and to his Slayer and destiny.
A book had prophesized her death. It was the first time he’d doubted the written word.
Books had told him her sister should die. Books had brought her back to life.
A book bound them together for life. Books brought joy to him again.
“Read to me, Daddy.”
Tea
None FRC
It was a
ritual that soothed him.
It was a
ritual she had mocked.
Now both
relied on it as a tradition, a bonding experience that brought memories both
sad and happy.
The
filling of the kettle, the silence as it came to a boil, the soft subtle
whistle when it did. The steeping, the pouring, the quiet of
holding a mug in your hands and the scent drifting upwards.
He had
taught her the ritual one quiet night and now she embraced it as her own. It
was one of many things they shared now as husband and wife.
Candles
Season 5 at least FRC
There were thirty of them. One for every year of her life. Dawn had insisted. She was now the longest lived Slayer on Council record.
Thirty years. And the last ten of them spent married to her soulmate, Giles. On her twentieth he’d tried to give her a birthday kiss, but had missed her cheek. They hadn’t looked back since.
On her 21st he’d asked her, she said yes. Shortly after her 23rd, they’d had a son. Two years later, a daughter. Two years ago, twins, boy and girl.
She blew out the candles, her wishes fulfilled.
“Happy Birthday, Buffy.”
Dance (dancing)
Futurish, FRT Who knew Giles could dance? I don’t mean like what the Scoobs and I did at the Bronze. I mean proper tux and dress wearing, hold you close, romantic kind of dancing.
Dawn needed to learn for a thing at school. Giles taught her and watching them made me fall in love with him just a little more. Then I asked him to show me how to dance like that. A dance led to a kiss.
Now we plan to dance like that at our wedding. Our first dance as man and wife. I should have learnt to dance sooner.
Computers
Futurish FRT
So I bout one of those ‘dummy’ books and taught myself. Now I know all about search engines and the internet and e-mails. Buffy and I started exchanging those shortly thereafter.
In fact I just got one, reminding me not to be late for dinner. Wonderful inventions these computers. Who knew they’d bring me the two loves of my life, Jenny and my wife, Buffy.
Hunger
None, FRM/AO
As the dust settled from her latest kill, she could feel her hunger rise. It was like Faith had said, Slaying made you hungry, and not just for food. She hungered for him.
She found him at home, drinking tea and waiting. She pounced before he could protest, ripping clothes and attacking his mouth.
He responded in kind, pushing her against the wall, possessing her, claiming her, marking her as his. It was over quickly. They spoke, quietly and lovingly.
“Patrol went well, I assume?”
“It did, Mr. Giles.”
“Very well, Mrs. Giles.”
“We got any ice cream? I’m hungry.”
Hot
Season 4/5 ish, FRAO
She was hot.
Sweat pooled in the small of her back as she lay on the bed. The air around her shimmered with heat. The breeze coming from the window did nothing to cool her. She closed her eyes as she remembered how she’d gotten this way.
The Bronze, dancing, Xander and Anya,
A kiss, sultry and passionate, hungry and desperate. Hands, his strong, powerful hands gliding over her body. An escape, rushing out the door to his car, driving while recklessly pawing at each other.
His flat, a frantic search for the key while devouring each other. Clothes torn from bodies, a quick coupling against the wall. Being carried in his arm, wrapping her legs around him, another round on the stairs. Making it to the bed, laughing and whispering. Slow and languid this time, letting her set the pace. Looking down at him and realizing she was in love with him.
The memories just made her hotter, stirred her desires. And as he appeared in the doorway she realized how much she enjoyed the heat.
Gold
None, futurish FRC
A circle.
A simple geometric shape.
Yet it held so much meaning when made of gold.
A promise.
A vow to be his forever.
How that simple metal had changed her life.
A future.
A life she’d always dreamed of.
Made real by a simple band of gold.
A husband.
A person to share her life with.
He wore the twin to hers with pride and joy.
A couple.
A pair brought together by destiny.
Bound together by love, evidenced in precious metal.
A lifetime.
A wish granted by Fate.
Buffy and Giles, husband and wife, Watcher and Slayer, always.
Everything past this point is labeled as to pairing
Green
B/G
FRC
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Joss and all the others own them, I just borrow for fun.
Feedback: feeds the muse.
Distribution: You want? Just ask.
A/N: Response to writing prompts (set 3) at allthejellies
Green.
Such a simple color. A color with many shades and variations.
The hard emerald when he was angry. She’d first seen that color when he was Ripper.
The soothing aquamarine when he first told her, “I love you, Buffy.” She’d wept with joy that day.
The cool jade when he made love to her. His eyes captured her soul that first time.
The sparkling forest when he laughed. Something that happened more often now that she was in his life.
But always green.
Always hers. Only hers. Forever hers.
Such a simple color.
The color of Giles’ eyes.
Green.
Title: Scary Movie
Fandom: BTVS
Characters: Buffy/Giles
Rating: FRC
Summary: Buffy and Giles go to the movies.
“Tell me again why we’re here?”
“Giles, movie theatre, movies, fun,” Buffy sighed.
“I can see that, Buffy. But why are we going to see a horror film? I would have thought you got enough of that sort of thing in your every day life.”
Buffy just rolled her eyes as they reached the concession stand. She made him buy a jumbo popcorn and drinks before leading them to the theatre their movie was in. She then led him all the way to the backm giving him the aisle seat as a concession to his long legs. Finally she answered him.
“You need to relax, Giles. Yes, I fight all the nasties at night, but can’t I pretend for one afternoon they aren’t real? Besides if all else fails you can point out to me everything that is wrong with the movie. And there is something else…” Buffy said cryptically.
“And that would be?”
“You’ll see.”
The lights dimmed and the screen lit up. There weren’t many people in attendance so Giles could give Buffy a running commentary on the film’s inaccuracies without disturbing anyone. It wasn’t until the heroine’s first scream and the appearance of some sort of creature that he discovered Buffy’s other ‘reason’. She let out a small shriek of surprise and turned to him, hiding her face in his shirt. Giles smiled. He would have to bring her to horror movies more often.
Title: Anniversary
Fandom: BTVS
Characters: Buffy/Giles
Rating: FRT
Summary: Buffy celebrates an anniversary.
When she celebrated the twentieth anniversary of being
Called, Slayers from around the world over gathered in
“Buffy, how do you think you managed to stay alive all this time?”
“You know the old saying ‘behind every successful man is a good woman?’ Well behind this successful woman is a good man. A very special man. One who always stood by me looked after me, even when I didn’t know it. Without him, I couldn’t have done any of this.”
Most knew of who she spoke, but not this one, “Who is he?”
“My love, my life, my husband and my Watcher.”
It was then that Giles walked in the room and Buffy knew that with him at her side, she could live for another forty years.
Title: No Ordinary Alley
Fandom: BTVS
Characters: Buffy/Giles
Rating: FRC
Summary: An ordinary back alley in downtown Sunnydale.
Just before
There shouldn’t have been anything special about it; it was just an ordinary, dark, dank back alley in downtown Sunnydale. But to her, it held special significance. It was the alley behind the Magic Box. An alley where there had been many fights, blood spilled and vampires dusted. An alley she’d gone through when leaving the shop late at night and she didn’t want to vampires to know where she was going. An alley where she’d followed Giles one night when they were fighting about battle techniques. An alley where verbal sparring had somehow turned to Giles pushing her against the dumpster and kissing her. An alley where she’d kissed him back. The alley where he’d told her his feelings and she’d responded in kind. An alley they’d continued to use when hiding the relationship from the Scoobies. An alley where the Scoobies had found them, and had revealed their acceptance of the couple. Yes, this was an alley filled with memories. Now, as the town was emptying, people fleeing from a danger far greater than any they’d faced before; she looked at this alley. She wondered if she would ever see it again. But at least she had the memories.
Title: Marriage
Fandom: BTVS
Characters: Buffy/Giles
Prompt: #40 Argue
Word Count: 210
Rating: FRT
Summary: A small tiff between Buffy and Giles
“Let’s get married.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Let’s get married.”
“What brought this up?”
“I was just thinking about our future.”
“And that led to wanting to get married.”
“It makes sense.”
“How’s that?”
“Oh come on, please. We’ve been dating for over two years now, sleeping together for one, I practically live here anyway, all of our friends and family are happy for us, mostly. I want a committed relationship. I want a family, kids, house, white picket fence, the whole nine yards. And I want it soon. I’m not getting any younger.”
“But traditionally….”
“Don’t start with me about tradition. Since when has anything we’ve ever done been traditional. I’ve never followed traditional training, or any rules given to me by so called traditionalists. You’ve never followed traditional teachings. You were always looking for something new, never been done before to make me a better fighter. And it worked. We are two very non-traditional people. We’ve made it a tradition to be non-traditional. So I say it again, Giles, let’s get married.”
“Fine, but can we at least pretend that I got down on one knee and proposed properly?”
“I don’t think your knees could take the strain.”
“Buffy…..”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Thank you.”
“So when, where and how?”
Buffy/Xander Post
FRC
For Fiareynne
"Can I have you?"
Those were the first words I ever said to her. Not the best opening line ever, but what do you expect from a sixteen year old blindsided by a golden beauty? Right then, I knew she was The One.
Eight years later and she finally realized I was The One, too. So here we stand, in front of family and friends, telling the world how we feel. I thought my first words were the most important thing I'd ever say to the woman of my dreams. I was wrong. Those were "I do."
I've called her many things, Buff, Buffster, the Buffinator. But when the minister pronounced us married, I was proud and excited to call her my wife, Mrs. Buffy Harris.
Untitled
Buffy/Wesley After S6 of Buffy and S3 of AtS
For Wesless
When she'd come to
The first kiss was unexpected, the second welcomed. They were two lost souls who'd found each other. He came back to Sunnydale with her. He didn't take the title of Watcher, she didn't need one. He patrolled with her, fought by her side. She gave him purpose.
The night they finally made love, she'd nearly gotten killed by a demon of some sort. He'd yelled, she yelled back. The anger led to passion which led to life affirming, soul searing, wild and loving sex. And after that they were no longer lost, no longer just partners in the fight against evil. They were Buffy and Wesley, lovers in love.
Domesticity
Buffy/Wesley
FRC
For Wesless
"Okay, you do know that withholding ice cream from a pregnant Slayer will cause you harm."
Wesley just laughed, producing several pints from the bags of groceries he'd just brought in.
"Well I wouldn't want that now, would I?"
He moved around the counter to kiss her. Wes was unsure how he'd gotten this lucky. When he'd run into Buffy in LA, love and marriage had been the furthest things from his mind. Yet when she had offered him the job of researcher, he'd jumped at the chance.
A year later and here they were, happily married and soon to be parents. Buffy had given him the life he'd nver thought he'd have. Kissing her, he placed a hand on her gently rounded belly. He felt a small kick.
"I do believe young Wesley Junior wants some ice cream too."
"We are not naming our kid Wesley Junior. There's only one Wesley in my life and that's you. And besides, what if it's a girl?"
"How about Cordelia?" he asked softly, almost painfully.
"Cordelia Wyndam Pryce. She'll be spoiled rotten you know."
"But of course, as only a princess should be."
Buffy smiled, she knew how much Cordy had meant to him. It was a small gesture that she could make by naming their daughter after the ex-cheerleader. Hugging him close she thanked whoever had put her in his path.
"I love you, Mr. Wyndam Pryce."
"And I you, Mrs. Wyndam Pryce."
With that declaration another kick came from Buffy's stomach.
"Wesley Junior doesn't seem to approve of our snogging."
Buffy sighed. It would take a lot of convincing for him to give up the idea of Wesley Junior. Maybe that little black number would help.
Title: Gossip
Rating: FRT
Gen
Author: Katy
Prompt: Neighbors
The gossip mill started churning when the Summers woman and her daughter moved in. A dark haired young man and the two teenage friends. Involvement with the school librarian supposedly. The fourth year, it was quiet, the daughter gone to college. It restarted when the sister showed up. No one remembered a sister. The mother got ill, a bleached blonde young man started hanging around. The mother’s death, a rumor of the daughter’s too, but those were false. The librarian disappeared. The librarian reappeared. When everyone started leaving, they worried about the residents of 1630. What would happen to them?
It's blue...
Angel/Wes
FRT
Angel S3
Disclaimer: Joss thunk them up, I just play with them when I'm bored.
“Is it time?”
“Another minute.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes. You?”
“God, yes.”
“Do you regret…?
“No, never, I love you.”
“I love you too, it’s just…”
“I know, neither of us is ready to be parents.”
“It’s time.”
“Well? What does it say?”
“It’s blue.”
“And that means?”
“It’s positive.”
“So you are…”
“Yes. But how...? I mean, you’re a...and I’m a..”
“I know, but that little stick…”
“Could be wrong, we should go to a doctor, we should…”
“Wes, I think you’re going to have to face facts. In nine months Connor is going to have a baby brother or sister.”
Jealousy
Jack/Daniel
FRT
Stargate: SG-1
Just an angstyish drabble that came to me last night.
Spoilers: Moebius 1&2
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, no infringement, no profit.
He shouldn’t feel this way. Logically he knows this. But his heart doesn’t care.
Standing outside the puddle jumper, knowing what’s happening, he can’t help but feel that way.
Daniel knows that isn’t his Jack, isn’t his Sam. He knows
how alternate universes work. But still he is jealous, angry, hurt. His Jack
would never see Sam that way. His Jack would have been out here, helping fight
the
But he stayed out there, standing in the sand, waiting. Five thousand years from now, his Jack will watch the video, nothing changed. Including the fact that Daniel loves him.