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Five favorite 2017 drabbles, in no order :
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1. Visiting
“Are you coming back to Sunnydale?” She’s trying for grown-up, but she’s still got a little girl voice.
I glance at Xander. He looks tired, but trying not to.
“Come on bit, you’ve just arrived. Tired of us already?”
She folds her arms. Looks so much like her mum, even though she doesn’t.
“I love you guys. I’m just asking.”
“Want you to ourselves a while. Tomorrow we’ll see the bridge, yeah; eat at Fisherman’s Wharf.”
She’s nodding. Xander bites his lip behind her back.
She’ll go back when Glory’s dead.
She doesn’t need to know that’s why she’s here.
By Sparrow2000 .
2.All That Glitters
What was wrong with him?
Spike has asked himself that same question countless times over the last one hundred and twenty six years.
Why did he make such bad decisions?
Why couldn't he control his heart?
Why did his reach always exceed his bloody grasp?
As far back as Spike could remember he'd only ever wanted one thing; someone to love who loved him back.
He'd finally gotten it with Drusilla, his beautiful, delicious dark Goddess. He soon discovered everything wasn't as it appeared on the surface. He wasn't her first choice and she didn't love him as completely as he loved her.
Then he'd only gone and fallen in love with the bloody Slayer of all people. She never looked at him, didn't want him. Until suddenly, one day she did and Spike had thought everything was going to work out for him for once. He had his new Ideal in his arms, in his bed. Even then Buffy still didn't actually want him, didn't love him.
As it turned out, with both Drusilla and Buffy, when he scratched the surface Spike discovered his glittering golden prize was made of sodding bronze.
By xspike4evax".
3. Giles started counting.
Thick with anticipation, the air congealed around him, almost immobilizing. He needed to focus on something tangible to calm his quickening breaths, to tame his bursting heart, to rein in his mind, racing wild.
So he narrowed his focus on the immediate: The stairs he could no longer feel beneath his feet. The gentle sways of his arm, the soft clicks of the bottle against the wine glasses in his hand. The scattered rose petals, a deep maroon almost black in the darkness. The flickers of the votive candles that illuminated his path.
To where death awaited.
by By feliciacraft .
4.
Too big for the sink. Luckily, she’d come prepared. Anya grabbed the chainsaw.
“What in the world are you doing?” Giles bellowed.
Human expressions were so tricky sometimes. Case in point, Giles looked furious, but why?
“I'm preparing a sale, obviously. Serving our customer base. Paying your rent.”
Giles edged closer, then jerked away, covering his nose and mouth in - disgust - Anya ventured a guess.
“Good Lord! Is that a Kungai demon? In my kitchen?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Anya patted the Tak horn through her steel-reinforced glove. “The whole demon’s eight-foot tall, five hundred pounds. This is just the head.”
Also by feliciacraft .
5. Ethan stopped teasing him about poking around bookshops after he’d brought home that old spell book. And if anyone asked, the poetry was to impress girls. But, in reality, he could no more abandon his books than he could stop breathing. The musty smell as he walked through the bookshop door, the triumph of a successful hunt, the joy in an unexpected treasure, the comfort of a paperback in his back pocket, they were all a part of him.
Ripper had left behind everything that had to do with Rupert Giles, but he took his love of books with him.
By quaggy .
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1. Visiting
“Are you coming back to Sunnydale?” She’s trying for grown-up, but she’s still got a little girl voice.
I glance at Xander. He looks tired, but trying not to.
“Come on bit, you’ve just arrived. Tired of us already?”
She folds her arms. Looks so much like her mum, even though she doesn’t.
“I love you guys. I’m just asking.”
“Want you to ourselves a while. Tomorrow we’ll see the bridge, yeah; eat at Fisherman’s Wharf.”
She’s nodding. Xander bites his lip behind her back.
She’ll go back when Glory’s dead.
She doesn’t need to know that’s why she’s here.
By Sparrow2000 .
2.All That Glitters
What was wrong with him?
Spike has asked himself that same question countless times over the last one hundred and twenty six years.
Why did he make such bad decisions?
Why couldn't he control his heart?
Why did his reach always exceed his bloody grasp?
As far back as Spike could remember he'd only ever wanted one thing; someone to love who loved him back.
He'd finally gotten it with Drusilla, his beautiful, delicious dark Goddess. He soon discovered everything wasn't as it appeared on the surface. He wasn't her first choice and she didn't love him as completely as he loved her.
Then he'd only gone and fallen in love with the bloody Slayer of all people. She never looked at him, didn't want him. Until suddenly, one day she did and Spike had thought everything was going to work out for him for once. He had his new Ideal in his arms, in his bed. Even then Buffy still didn't actually want him, didn't love him.
As it turned out, with both Drusilla and Buffy, when he scratched the surface Spike discovered his glittering golden prize was made of sodding bronze.
By xspike4evax".
3. Giles started counting.
Thick with anticipation, the air congealed around him, almost immobilizing. He needed to focus on something tangible to calm his quickening breaths, to tame his bursting heart, to rein in his mind, racing wild.
So he narrowed his focus on the immediate: The stairs he could no longer feel beneath his feet. The gentle sways of his arm, the soft clicks of the bottle against the wine glasses in his hand. The scattered rose petals, a deep maroon almost black in the darkness. The flickers of the votive candles that illuminated his path.
To where death awaited.
by By feliciacraft .
4.
Too big for the sink. Luckily, she’d come prepared. Anya grabbed the chainsaw.
“What in the world are you doing?” Giles bellowed.
Human expressions were so tricky sometimes. Case in point, Giles looked furious, but why?
“I'm preparing a sale, obviously. Serving our customer base. Paying your rent.”
Giles edged closer, then jerked away, covering his nose and mouth in - disgust - Anya ventured a guess.
“Good Lord! Is that a Kungai demon? In my kitchen?”
“Don’t be ridiculous!” Anya patted the Tak horn through her steel-reinforced glove. “The whole demon’s eight-foot tall, five hundred pounds. This is just the head.”
Also by feliciacraft .
5. Ethan stopped teasing him about poking around bookshops after he’d brought home that old spell book. And if anyone asked, the poetry was to impress girls. But, in reality, he could no more abandon his books than he could stop breathing. The musty smell as he walked through the bookshop door, the triumph of a successful hunt, the joy in an unexpected treasure, the comfort of a paperback in his back pocket, they were all a part of him.
Ripper had left behind everything that had to do with Rupert Giles, but he took his love of books with him.
By quaggy .