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velvetwhip is having a birthday today and I wanted to surprise her with a Willow/Angel-esque drabble. :)
Hope you enjoy!
Title: Side Effects
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG
Word Count: 100
Setting: BtVS, Season3, “Revelations.”
Summary: Willow reflects on Angel rescuing her.
Beta:dragonydreams . All mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Written for Gabrielle in celebration of her birthday! Hope you like this, hun.
Getting hit in the head is a funny thing.
There’s pain. There’s darkness.
With time, there’s the waking-up part. That’s the good part, except for all the nasty side effects. There’s the ear ringing, the eye blurring, the not-good feelings of ouch-iness.
Oh, and there’s lightning.
Then there’s Angel.
He’s a solid mass against her frame, hard muscles against soft flesh, sheltering her from the brewing storm.
“You okay?”
She nods.
“Good.”
But it wasn’t good. Not really. She wasn’t supposed to be the princess he saved.
This wasn’t a superhero story.
This was just a bonk on the head.
velvetwhip is having a birthday today and I wanted to surprise her with a Willow/Angel-esque drabble. :)Hope you enjoy!
Title: Side Effects
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and many other corporations own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t.
Pairing: Willow/Angel
Rating/Warnings: FRT/PG
Word Count: 100
Setting: BtVS, Season3, “Revelations.”
Summary: Willow reflects on Angel rescuing her.
Beta:
dragonydreams . All mistakes are mine.Author’s Note: Written for Gabrielle in celebration of her birthday! Hope you like this, hun.
Getting hit in the head is a funny thing.
There’s pain. There’s darkness.
With time, there’s the waking-up part. That’s the good part, except for all the nasty side effects. There’s the ear ringing, the eye blurring, the not-good feelings of ouch-iness.
Oh, and there’s lightning.
Then there’s Angel.
He’s a solid mass against her frame, hard muscles against soft flesh, sheltering her from the brewing storm.
“You okay?”
She nods.
“Good.”
But it wasn’t good. Not really. She wasn’t supposed to be the princess he saved.
This wasn’t a superhero story.
This was just a bonk on the head.