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AtS: Mirroring (Reflection Remix) - Fred/Darla - FRT/PG
Remix Title: Mirroring (Reflection Remix)
Remix Author: snogged
Original Fic: “Mirroring” by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brutti_ma_buoni. http://brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com/90779.html
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Rating: FRT/PG; language
Pairing: Fred/Darla; Fred POV
Word Count: 540
Summary: There's always another side to every story.
Beta:angelskuuipo. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: Written for Round 46: Remix at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_minis
One blue line means no.
The pillows had stopped being lumpy about two shakes after Fred started fluffing them, but she kept on doing it anyway because they were a distraction. They kept her eyes off of the other presence in the room. They kept her from shrinking like a violet under Darla’s intense gaze that made her feel like a fly caught in a spider’s web. They kept her from asking silly questions and spilling out her darkest secrets.
Two blue lines mean yes.
She had been sixteen, fresh-faced and high as kite in a hotel room just outside Austin on prom night. She knew it was clichéd as all get out, but Billy Dean had splashed the night with Hollywood Magic. He’d picked her up from the house, braved the inevitable chat with Dad, gave her a corsage, and danced with her during every slow song. She’d told her parents that she was spending the night at her friend, Meagan’s, but the girls in school knew differently. They’d known tonight was her night. That tonight she’d transform into a woman. They even knew that Billy had stashed a fifth of the finest dank in Texas in his pocket so they could loosen up their inhibitions.
Wait five minutes to feel the blow.
Did vampires have to pee on a stick to find out if they were pregnant?
Fred shook her head, realizing how stupid she probably sounded. Of course, vampires didn’t have to do those things. Darla was the first vampire in recorded history to ever have spawn growing inside of her. She’d probably just woken up one day, looked down at her engorged belly, and said “Fuck me.”
Or at least, that’s what Fred almost said the night she sat in the bathroom and watched the line appear on the tiny screen.
Breathe once and throw away the test.
Darla wasn’t like that though. She didn’t seem like the type of woman who would be caught dead (or undead) letting a cuss word leave her lips. She was a proper woman, a lady who had been taught the rules of etiquette and manners and followed them the way a queen should.
Fred sighed heavily, giving up on the pillows in order to fold down the sheets.
In all her years, Fred couldn’t ever remember acting like a queen or a princess. She had never learned to float across a room. She had never learned to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders and make it look effortless. She had never taken the time to make sure that her spine was straight, that her chest was out, that her butt was clenched.
Unlike Darla, no one had ever bothered to teach her and she had never bothered to learn.
Once Fred finished with the sheets, she finally let herself look up at Darla, let herself see the smile twitching at the corners of Darla’s lips.
In one brief blink of moment, Fred was surprised to discover that she didn’t see the stranger she had imagined Darla to be. Instead, she saw a reflection, a mirrored image, just waiting to break free from the surface.
Just waiting to give her the answers that matched the questions on the glass.
Remix Author: snogged
Original Fic: “Mirroring” by
brutti_ma_buoni. http://brutti-ma-buoni.livejournal.com/90779.htmlDisclaimer: Joss Whedon and company own Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I don’t.
Rating: FRT/PG; language
Pairing: Fred/Darla; Fred POV
Word Count: 540
Summary: There's always another side to every story.
Beta:
angelskuuipo. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Written for Round 46: Remix at
femslash_minisOne blue line means no.
The pillows had stopped being lumpy about two shakes after Fred started fluffing them, but she kept on doing it anyway because they were a distraction. They kept her eyes off of the other presence in the room. They kept her from shrinking like a violet under Darla’s intense gaze that made her feel like a fly caught in a spider’s web. They kept her from asking silly questions and spilling out her darkest secrets.
Two blue lines mean yes.
She had been sixteen, fresh-faced and high as kite in a hotel room just outside Austin on prom night. She knew it was clichéd as all get out, but Billy Dean had splashed the night with Hollywood Magic. He’d picked her up from the house, braved the inevitable chat with Dad, gave her a corsage, and danced with her during every slow song. She’d told her parents that she was spending the night at her friend, Meagan’s, but the girls in school knew differently. They’d known tonight was her night. That tonight she’d transform into a woman. They even knew that Billy had stashed a fifth of the finest dank in Texas in his pocket so they could loosen up their inhibitions.
Wait five minutes to feel the blow.
Did vampires have to pee on a stick to find out if they were pregnant?
Fred shook her head, realizing how stupid she probably sounded. Of course, vampires didn’t have to do those things. Darla was the first vampire in recorded history to ever have spawn growing inside of her. She’d probably just woken up one day, looked down at her engorged belly, and said “Fuck me.”
Or at least, that’s what Fred almost said the night she sat in the bathroom and watched the line appear on the tiny screen.
Breathe once and throw away the test.
Darla wasn’t like that though. She didn’t seem like the type of woman who would be caught dead (or undead) letting a cuss word leave her lips. She was a proper woman, a lady who had been taught the rules of etiquette and manners and followed them the way a queen should.
Fred sighed heavily, giving up on the pillows in order to fold down the sheets.
In all her years, Fred couldn’t ever remember acting like a queen or a princess. She had never learned to float across a room. She had never learned to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders and make it look effortless. She had never taken the time to make sure that her spine was straight, that her chest was out, that her butt was clenched.
Unlike Darla, no one had ever bothered to teach her and she had never bothered to learn.
Once Fred finished with the sheets, she finally let herself look up at Darla, let herself see the smile twitching at the corners of Darla’s lips.
In one brief blink of moment, Fred was surprised to discover that she didn’t see the stranger she had imagined Darla to be. Instead, she saw a reflection, a mirrored image, just waiting to break free from the surface.
Just waiting to give her the answers that matched the questions on the glass.
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This turned out really well. Just lovely.
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*beams*
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This was sweet and oddly charming in those honest and unexpected ways Fred has. And Darla with a smile teasing her lips at the end? Just so cute.
I saw this pairing and just had to click because I remember these two being one of my rare favorites when it came to femslash.
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Glad you enjoyed it.