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summer_of_giles2021-07-31 11:39 pm
Drabbles
Title: Wild
Author: Will_Conqueror1
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Buffy/Giles friendship
Summary: Buffy has a theory.
Timeline: Up to you to figure out where it would fit best in your mind.
“You know, she gets this from you.”
“I beg your pardon? How do you figure that?”
“You with your seventies wild child satan orgy phase.”
“Whereas you of the prehistoric beer and giant demon fraternity snakes have been the picture of manner and decorum? How am I to blame? She isn’t even related to me.”
“Okay, Mr. Logic, are you saying it’s my fault Dawn got caught under the bleachers with some boy?”
“We could blame Dawn.”
“No, that would set a dangerous precedent for my own screwups.”
He glared at her in annoyance before going back to his newspaper.
Title: Wave
Author: Will_conqueror1
Rating: T
Pairing: Gen
Summary: Grief is a wave.
Timeline: Post-Series AU
Warning: Character death
He knew better than most that loss was a part of life. He’d lost her twice before, and the third time wasn’t any easier. He always started swimming toward the shore. If he got there he’d be okay.
Some days felt like he made no headway at all. Slowly, he’d make progress, going days without thinking about her.
Eventually a memory would pop into his head, he’d laugh, propelling him forward.
It had been one year without her. As he finally reached for the dry sand another wave crashed over him, dragging him back to choke on his salty tears.
Title: Jellyfish
Author: Will_conqueror1
Rating: FRT (One naughty word, I didn’t think I needed a higher rating for that.”
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Summary: Buffy has a special talent and Giles has a new nickname.
Timeline: Insert wherever you’d like. Established relationship. AU
Buffy picked up his arm and giggled as she let it go and it flopped down onto the bed, then did the same with his leg. He looked down at the beautiful and gloriously nude blonde messing with his limbs.
“Are you quite finished?”
“Oh, come on, it’s not every day you fuck someone into their best jellyfish impression.” She said, crawling up his body so she could lay on his chest.
“And yet you seem to do it with alarming frequency.”
“I’m going to start calling you Rupert Gills.”
“Jellyfish don’t even have gills.” He pointed out.
“Whatever, Gills.”
Title: Vault
Author: Will_Conqueror1
Rating: FRC
Pairing: Gen
Summary: The Council had a secret vault.
Timeline: Post Chosen
There were three simultaneous gasps as the vault door swung open, the result of three months of scouring every lead for the combination when everyone who knew it had been blown into a thousand pieces. In the end all it took was a trip to the rubble with a ouija board.
“I feel like Harry Potter,” Dawn proclaimed, looking at the massive vault filled with gold and precious gems.
Giles and Buffy looked at each other.
“Would it kill you to open a book that’s not about demons?”
“In the middle of an apocalypse? Yes, or it could kill you.”
Title: Hammock
Author: Will_Conqueror1
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Buffy/Giles-ish
Summary: Giles loses a bet.
Timeline: Season 5
“I couldn’t possibly wear this, Buffy.” Giles held up the garment with one finger.
“Sure you can, that’s what happens when you lose a bet.If you won, I’d actually pay attention to your focusing crystal lectures at training this week. If I won, you’d do the lectures wearing whatever I choose.” She told him. “Now go change.
Giles blanched. “Really, I couldn’t possibly. I thought you’d choose something from my own wardrobe.”
“What’s the fun in that?”
“What even is this? It looks more like something I’d find in your dresser.”
“I believe the proper term is banana hammock.”
Title: Zipper
Author: Will_Conqueror1
Rating: FRM
Pairing: Buffy/Giles
Summary: A quiet moment.
Timeline: AU
She looked up at Giles, holding his gaze as she leaned forward taking the tab of his zipper between her teeth.
His breath hitched as his fingers clenched against the denim of his jeans. He didn’t think he’d ever experienced anything as erotic as watching her on her knees looking up at him with what he could only describe as desire.
The sound of his breathing, the rasp of the zipper’s teeth were nearly deafening in the quiet room. Ten seconds seemed to stretch tenfold.
Green eyes met green and her hand went to claim her prize.
“Buffy!” He gasped.