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BtVS: Dear Diary (I know you'll understand) - Dawn/Cordelia - FRT/PG
Title: Dear Diary (I know you'll understand)
fandom: BTVS
Pairing: Dawn/Cordelia (unrequited)
rating: PG/FRT
word count: 869
setting: Season 3 AU, right around “Graduation.”
summary: Dawn’s diary knows all her secrets.
recipient/prompt: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
punch_kicker15
Requested Pairing: Dawn/Cordelia or Dawn/Kennedy (author's choice)
Requested Alternate Universe: AU in which Dawn is Faith's little sister
Three elements you'd like included: rainbow, a holiday, nail polish
Two things you don't want: non-con, character death
Range of ratings you'd like to read: Any
betas: the stellar team ofangelskuuipo and red_satin_doll
Dear Diary-
Oh. My. Gosh. My sister is the worst! The absolute worst. I mean, do you know what she did to me?
Ugh-
She scraped the tip of her pen underneath the word ‘ugh’ marking it with three underlines and four explanation points.
Dawn stared at the page for a moment and sighed. Her diary had always been her most trusted companion. She could always count on it to listen to her, to absorb her stories, even when she told them over and over again.
It was her best friend in the whole world and it wasn’t even a person.
Not like she could tell a real live human person any of this anyways because the stuffy British guy told her that she was never allowed to tell anyone her sister’s stupid special secret.
That was why her diary mattered so much.
I think you already know that my sister is the Slayer, but just in case she forgot to lord it over you for the fiftieth time this week, I thought I’d remind you. She thinks it makes her so special just because she can do a back flip…and something called a roundhouse. Seriously, who names this stuff? I mean, I get that she kicks in a circle, but how does the house fit in?
She’s also the slutty queen of whore town. Black crop tops, stupid leather pants.
Double Ugh-
But anyway, she got this internship with the Mayor’s office this spring ‘cause she promised mom that she would stop being an asshole and actually think hard about college.
Ha! That’s a laugh.
She wouldn’t know what a brain was unless it came out of a demon’s stomach.
Dawn’s fingers trembled slightly as she recalled the events of last night. The night that would be forever known as The Day Dawn Developed Her First Crush.
Dun dun DUN!
Don’t tell mom!
Cordelia Chase- head cheerleader and super beauty - had willingly come over to babysit. They had eaten pizza with anchovies because it was National Pizza Day and they both agreed this was a holiday worth celebrating.
Anchovies are Cordelia’s guilty pleasure and I totally get why. Salty fish smothered in marinara and goopy cheese is equal parts brilliant and awesome. I wish someone had introduced me to this sooner.
But I know that you know that I never get to pick the restaurant. I also never get to pick the pizza toppings. Okay, there was that one time that I got to pick and I asked for jalapenos and pineapple. I loved it, but it made mom barf.
Oops. Sorry, mom.
Dawn glanced down at her nails, remembering her glee when Cordelia had suggested manicures. Not only that, but Cordelia said that rainbow stripes were totally in this year. That meant all the coolest celebrities were looking down at nails just like hers.
Don’t tell sis, but we totally borrowed her stuff. It was kinda fun discovering that Miss Black All Over actually owned every possible color of nail polish ever made.
They had also watched Alien, which is how she came to the brain-in-the-stomach reference. Cordelia had wrapped her arm around Dawn’s shoulders and didn’t mind when Dawn buried her head in Cordelia’s shoulder during the scary parts.
Dawn liked that. Cordelia didn’t tease her for being chicken like Faith would have. She also didn’t come across as the girl from the We-Hate-Cordelia club that Xander and Willow ran for six months circa no-one-cares-ago.
Cordelia was soft and comforting. She was strong from cheer-leading practice, but she was even stronger because she’d fought her share of demons (both personal and Hellmout-y.)
Dawn was in love.
Not Pepe Le Pew kind of love because she wasn’t a skunk and Cordelia wasn’t a cat.
But the genuine kind. That was the kind that left a warmth in the belly like a warm cup of cocoa from the Espresso Pump.
Dawn sighed softly and looked down at the open pages of her diary. She picked up the pen and starting writing again.
My sister is the worst.
She tapped the butt of her pen against her temple and tried to remember the last crime her sister had committed.
Oh yeah.
Remember that internship that my sister is doing with the Mayor? Turns out, it was a stupid Slayer gig. The Mayor has a big plan to try and destroy the world. Something about an Ascender Ring?
Either way, it’s really bad. Apocalyptically, end-of-the-world bad.
But do you want to know what really makes dear old sissy the worst?
Cordelia said she was leaving for Los Angeles after high school graduation.
My world is coming to an end and my sister is doing nothing to save it.
Dawn sniffled and a few teardrops splashed onto the page. She wiped at her cheek and narrowed her eyes at the sound of window creaking open in the next room.
Faith was sneaking out again.
She was probably going to see that big dumb jock boyfriend of hers or going to slay one of those stupid vampire freaks that was always stalking her.
Ugh-
I hate my sister.
I. Hate. Her.
She. Is. The. Worst.
‘Til Next Time
DS
fandom: BTVS
Pairing: Dawn/Cordelia (unrequited)
rating: PG/FRT
word count: 869
setting: Season 3 AU, right around “Graduation.”
summary: Dawn’s diary knows all her secrets.
recipient/prompt: Written for
punch_kicker15Requested Pairing: Dawn/Cordelia or Dawn/Kennedy (author's choice)
Requested Alternate Universe: AU in which Dawn is Faith's little sister
Three elements you'd like included: rainbow, a holiday, nail polish
Two things you don't want: non-con, character death
Range of ratings you'd like to read: Any
betas: the stellar team of
angelskuuipo and red_satin_dollDear Diary-
Oh. My. Gosh. My sister is the worst! The absolute worst. I mean, do you know what she did to me?
Ugh-
She scraped the tip of her pen underneath the word ‘ugh’ marking it with three underlines and four explanation points.
Dawn stared at the page for a moment and sighed. Her diary had always been her most trusted companion. She could always count on it to listen to her, to absorb her stories, even when she told them over and over again.
It was her best friend in the whole world and it wasn’t even a person.
Not like she could tell a real live human person any of this anyways because the stuffy British guy told her that she was never allowed to tell anyone her sister’s stupid special secret.
That was why her diary mattered so much.
I think you already know that my sister is the Slayer, but just in case she forgot to lord it over you for the fiftieth time this week, I thought I’d remind you. She thinks it makes her so special just because she can do a back flip…and something called a roundhouse. Seriously, who names this stuff? I mean, I get that she kicks in a circle, but how does the house fit in?
She’s also the slutty queen of whore town. Black crop tops, stupid leather pants.
Double Ugh-
But anyway, she got this internship with the Mayor’s office this spring ‘cause she promised mom that she would stop being an asshole and actually think hard about college.
Ha! That’s a laugh.
She wouldn’t know what a brain was unless it came out of a demon’s stomach.
Dawn’s fingers trembled slightly as she recalled the events of last night. The night that would be forever known as The Day Dawn Developed Her First Crush.
Dun dun DUN!
Don’t tell mom!
Cordelia Chase- head cheerleader and super beauty - had willingly come over to babysit. They had eaten pizza with anchovies because it was National Pizza Day and they both agreed this was a holiday worth celebrating.
Anchovies are Cordelia’s guilty pleasure and I totally get why. Salty fish smothered in marinara and goopy cheese is equal parts brilliant and awesome. I wish someone had introduced me to this sooner.
But I know that you know that I never get to pick the restaurant. I also never get to pick the pizza toppings. Okay, there was that one time that I got to pick and I asked for jalapenos and pineapple. I loved it, but it made mom barf.
Oops. Sorry, mom.
Dawn glanced down at her nails, remembering her glee when Cordelia had suggested manicures. Not only that, but Cordelia said that rainbow stripes were totally in this year. That meant all the coolest celebrities were looking down at nails just like hers.
Don’t tell sis, but we totally borrowed her stuff. It was kinda fun discovering that Miss Black All Over actually owned every possible color of nail polish ever made.
They had also watched Alien, which is how she came to the brain-in-the-stomach reference. Cordelia had wrapped her arm around Dawn’s shoulders and didn’t mind when Dawn buried her head in Cordelia’s shoulder during the scary parts.
Dawn liked that. Cordelia didn’t tease her for being chicken like Faith would have. She also didn’t come across as the girl from the We-Hate-Cordelia club that Xander and Willow ran for six months circa no-one-cares-ago.
Cordelia was soft and comforting. She was strong from cheer-leading practice, but she was even stronger because she’d fought her share of demons (both personal and Hellmout-y.)
Dawn was in love.
Not Pepe Le Pew kind of love because she wasn’t a skunk and Cordelia wasn’t a cat.
But the genuine kind. That was the kind that left a warmth in the belly like a warm cup of cocoa from the Espresso Pump.
Dawn sighed softly and looked down at the open pages of her diary. She picked up the pen and starting writing again.
My sister is the worst.
She tapped the butt of her pen against her temple and tried to remember the last crime her sister had committed.
Oh yeah.
Remember that internship that my sister is doing with the Mayor? Turns out, it was a stupid Slayer gig. The Mayor has a big plan to try and destroy the world. Something about an Ascender Ring?
Either way, it’s really bad. Apocalyptically, end-of-the-world bad.
But do you want to know what really makes dear old sissy the worst?
Cordelia said she was leaving for Los Angeles after high school graduation.
My world is coming to an end and my sister is doing nothing to save it.
Dawn sniffled and a few teardrops splashed onto the page. She wiped at her cheek and narrowed her eyes at the sound of window creaking open in the next room.
Faith was sneaking out again.
She was probably going to see that big dumb jock boyfriend of hers or going to slay one of those stupid vampire freaks that was always stalking her.
Ugh-
I hate my sister.
I. Hate. Her.
She. Is. The. Worst.
‘Til Next Time
DS
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Love this! What a brilliant idea to introduce Dawn's POV through her diary. I also love Cordelia as seen through Dawn's eyes, how Dawn views Cordelia as special not only because of the things Cordelia is, but by how she makes Dawn feel, how she makes Dawn feel like somebody special, like her sister is. And I liked Dawn's reasoning at the end: her sister's job is to save the world, so she must be failing if--as usual--Faith fails to save Dawnie's world. Lovely.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
I really liked the reasoning at the end too. That was one of my favorite parts to write. :D