A Fine Foemance, by Dollsome
Fandom Category: Angel, the series
Pairing: Lilah Morgan/Wesley
Fic Title: A Fine Foemance
Author: DOLLSOME
Link: http://dollsome.livejournal.com/1506387.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: Humor
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: In which rogue demon hunter Wesley decides that seducing one of Wolfram & Hart's top lawyers is a brilliant tactical move, Lilah is more amused than she'd expected to be, and Cordy just wants Wesley to shut up about the torrid details of his love life. Preferably ASAP.
Hilarious look at an AU idea about what would happen if Wesley and Lilah had hooked up back in older days when Wesley was still a doofus. Somehow, Dollsome gets the dynamic to work anyway, by twisting the s4-sexual-tension-and-dark-motifs into an hilariously wonderful, feel-good fic. And Lilah even stays in character. Couldn't stop laughing!
Lilah means to have Wesley killed. She thinks maybe she’ll have him taken out in a rogue throwing star incident gone terribly wrong. That way she’s combining two of his favorite things: shurikenjutsu and the unnecessary use of the word ‘rogue.’ She likes the guy enough to give him a customized shuffle off this mortal coil. But then he asks her to the movies and, well, it’s been ages since she’s gone to the movies. Ensuring the onset of the apocalypse really does put a dint in a girl’s social life.
She thinks Gladiator sounds sufficiently badass, but Wesley insists upon Cast Away. And cries for like the last half hour of it. As soon as Tom Hanks loses that damn volleyball, her big bad rogue demon hunter’s a goner. He has a handkerchief that he takes out of his pocket and everything. It’s one of those moments where she doesn’t want to have him murdered: she wants to keep him in a cage by her desk so she can have something to amuse her on bad days. Kind of a Dance, monkey, dance! situation.
He’s still weeping when they file out of the theater.
“Oh, God,” she groans, rolling her eyes, “you really are one of the good guys.”
“Oh, God,” he chokes, dabbing at his eyes, “you really are evil.”
“Guilty,” Lilah says pleasantly, and steals the last of the leftover Red Vines.
Pairing: Lilah Morgan/Wesley
Fic Title: A Fine Foemance
Author: DOLLSOME
Link: http://dollsome.livejournal.com/1506387.html
Rating/Warning(s): PG
Genre: Humor
WIP?: no
Why This Must Be Read: In which rogue demon hunter Wesley decides that seducing one of Wolfram & Hart's top lawyers is a brilliant tactical move, Lilah is more amused than she'd expected to be, and Cordy just wants Wesley to shut up about the torrid details of his love life. Preferably ASAP.
Hilarious look at an AU idea about what would happen if Wesley and Lilah had hooked up back in older days when Wesley was still a doofus. Somehow, Dollsome gets the dynamic to work anyway, by twisting the s4-sexual-tension-and-dark-motifs into an hilariously wonderful, feel-good fic. And Lilah even stays in character. Couldn't stop laughing!
Lilah means to have Wesley killed. She thinks maybe she’ll have him taken out in a rogue throwing star incident gone terribly wrong. That way she’s combining two of his favorite things: shurikenjutsu and the unnecessary use of the word ‘rogue.’ She likes the guy enough to give him a customized shuffle off this mortal coil. But then he asks her to the movies and, well, it’s been ages since she’s gone to the movies. Ensuring the onset of the apocalypse really does put a dint in a girl’s social life.
She thinks Gladiator sounds sufficiently badass, but Wesley insists upon Cast Away. And cries for like the last half hour of it. As soon as Tom Hanks loses that damn volleyball, her big bad rogue demon hunter’s a goner. He has a handkerchief that he takes out of his pocket and everything. It’s one of those moments where she doesn’t want to have him murdered: she wants to keep him in a cage by her desk so she can have something to amuse her on bad days. Kind of a Dance, monkey, dance! situation.
He’s still weeping when they file out of the theater.
“Oh, God,” she groans, rolling her eyes, “you really are one of the good guys.”
“Oh, God,” he chokes, dabbing at his eyes, “you really are evil.”
“Guilty,” Lilah says pleasantly, and steals the last of the leftover Red Vines.