B/G Drabbles Part 1 of 5

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Hello and welcome to my day here at summer_of_giles. Today I bring you 20 drabbles featuring Giles/Buffy, my OTP. All are based on prompts from allthejellies, a lovely B/G comm (thanks mrsdrake!). I would like to thank katekat1010 for creating this comm, all the previous posters for their wonderful work and tx_cronopio for looking these over and making some posting suggestions. 

They all have ratings that will be posted with the cut as will any spoilers, are from all different seasons, and range from sad to very happy. I'd like to take this first post to issue the standard disclaimer: I do not own Buffy, I do not own Giles (as much as I would like to), this is all for fun.

So without further ado, I give you my first four offerings.

White

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

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 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

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 Willow.

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.