Ficlet - Postcard From Sunnydale - Giles/Fred/Wesley - R
Title: Postcard From Sunnydale
Pairing: Giles/Fred/Wesley
Word Count ~450
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood play. Dark themes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
AN: For the ‘postcard’ prompt at btvsats_love
“Which one were you shagging?”
Giles looked up from his book and over at Wesley. He noticed the other man was holding the postcard he’d gotten earlier that day. His mouth twitched up into a smirk. “None of them. Rather sure they wished I would’ve but I’ve…standards,” he commented before looking at his book again.
There was a small snort from the corner and Giles looked up again. Fred was sitting there and when their eyes met, she sheepishly shrugged. “If you were my librarian when I was in high school, I would’ve spent more time there than hiding behind the bus barn, rolling joints,” she commented before standing from her chair.
“I rather like how Willow dots her name with little hearts. It’s charming…in a ‘I’m innocent, come eat me’ kind of way,” Wesley said before he placed the postcard down on the dresser.
Giles let out a small laugh just as Fred was slipping into his lap. “Now Wesley, we’ve decided to kill them last. What’s the fun of stalking them if they aren’t there to stalk?” he asked. He let out a low growl when he felt Fred’s fangs run over his neck.
“You’re right,” Wesley said. He ran his fingers through Fred’s hair and yanked her head back to give their Sire better access to her borrowed blood.
“Who are we going to kill first?” Fred asked after Giles hand finished licking the blood off her neck. “I personally want to see you kill the Slayer.”
“Oh, Buffy will definitely die but I thought perhaps we could start with her friends first,” he said as he licked the blood off his lips. He then rough grabbed Fred’s chin with his hand. “And, if you behave, I’ll let you have your way with Willow.”
Fred grinned at that and deeply kissed Giles.
“We should get some sleep,” Wesley said as he motioned toward the window. The sun was starting to rise and they had plans to go to Sunnydale the next night.
“All right, love,” Giles said. He stood, with Fred in his arms, and took his Childes to bed. He knew he wouldn’t get any sleep that night. He was too excited about what they were going to do.
He was finally going to be able to punish the children for all those things they’d done to him; from being too dependant on him to not being grateful for the things he’d done for them. The old Giles would’ve let them slide but the demon inside of him wasn’t about to allow it. And he was rather looking forward to causing them all pain.
Pairing: Giles/Fred/Wesley
Word Count ~450
Rating: R
Warnings: Blood play. Dark themes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
AN: For the ‘postcard’ prompt at btvsats_love
“Which one were you shagging?”
Giles looked up from his book and over at Wesley. He noticed the other man was holding the postcard he’d gotten earlier that day. His mouth twitched up into a smirk. “None of them. Rather sure they wished I would’ve but I’ve…standards,” he commented before looking at his book again.
There was a small snort from the corner and Giles looked up again. Fred was sitting there and when their eyes met, she sheepishly shrugged. “If you were my librarian when I was in high school, I would’ve spent more time there than hiding behind the bus barn, rolling joints,” she commented before standing from her chair.
“I rather like how Willow dots her name with little hearts. It’s charming…in a ‘I’m innocent, come eat me’ kind of way,” Wesley said before he placed the postcard down on the dresser.
Giles let out a small laugh just as Fred was slipping into his lap. “Now Wesley, we’ve decided to kill them last. What’s the fun of stalking them if they aren’t there to stalk?” he asked. He let out a low growl when he felt Fred’s fangs run over his neck.
“You’re right,” Wesley said. He ran his fingers through Fred’s hair and yanked her head back to give their Sire better access to her borrowed blood.
“Who are we going to kill first?” Fred asked after Giles hand finished licking the blood off her neck. “I personally want to see you kill the Slayer.”
“Oh, Buffy will definitely die but I thought perhaps we could start with her friends first,” he said as he licked the blood off his lips. He then rough grabbed Fred’s chin with his hand. “And, if you behave, I’ll let you have your way with Willow.”
Fred grinned at that and deeply kissed Giles.
“We should get some sleep,” Wesley said as he motioned toward the window. The sun was starting to rise and they had plans to go to Sunnydale the next night.
“All right, love,” Giles said. He stood, with Fred in his arms, and took his Childes to bed. He knew he wouldn’t get any sleep that night. He was too excited about what they were going to do.
He was finally going to be able to punish the children for all those things they’d done to him; from being too dependant on him to not being grateful for the things he’d done for them. The old Giles would’ve let them slide but the demon inside of him wasn’t about to allow it. And he was rather looking forward to causing them all pain.