See the master list & celebrate your favourite episodes!Disclaimer: Drabbles rated FRC. No profit is made from the use of these (loved & lauded) characters.Look Down On Me
Anya & Tara, in the bathroom
It did have nice tile, but not nice enough to override—“
“This is rude,” Anya said, her voice shattering Tara’s thoughts, and echoing them.
“Sh-should we… leave?”
“No.” Anya said, and her hand moved to Tara’s.
“I’m tired of always feeling like an outsider around the precious Scoobies,” she said.
Tara swallowed. “It is hard to… feel like a part of them.”
“They look down on me. And you. We should do our own thing.”
Tara looked to where Anya sat. “I’m looking down on you, now.” Her voice was soft, her hand clenching.
“Well, that’s not so bad.”Crème BruleeRiley & Xander, somewhere after the arguing & before Adam
“What are you doing here?”
“Felt bad. Brought you different clothes.”
Riley was overwhelmed by the kindness. He took a deep breath.
“How is it that she is surrounded by nice guys and spends all her energy on that prick?”
“I’m kinda glad I *don’t* know.”
Riley was already pulling on the black sweats, grateful.
“Look, the Buffy/Angel thing, it’s… well, it sucks, but maybe it’s more complicated than I—“
“I saw him,” Riley said. “Pretty simple, if you ask me. Call a souled demon what you want, but crème brulee is just a pile of burnt stuff.”The Two
Giles & Willow, post argument
Tara managed to stay silent in the background, even after Xander huffed out the door with Anya haughtily behind.
Willow stormed upstairs.
“’Bloody hell?’ That’s all you have to say?”
“When did I say that?” came a muffled voice.
“Tara. And me. You said…”
He had dragged himself to a sitting position. “I am just the funny drunk. The retired librarian. Crusty Alfred. Who cares what I say about your love life… or anything?”
She sighed and lingered in the room for one moment longer, wishing for a simpler time that maybe never existed. “I still do.”
Tags: big damn love fest 2013, buffyverse, fanfiction by me
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