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prose-for-hire · 11 months

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Headcanons for being multi-lingual and frequenting Caritas:

Request: Hello! It's me! The biggest Lorne fan! Can I have some head cannons for when Lorne falls in love with a singer (or a frequent member of caritas, your choice) who sings a lot of japanese and korean songs. They can speak English they just sing mostly in those languages. Love your work so much ❤❤❤

Requested by: @Fandom-writing-for-everyone

A/N: Changed only slightly so that it is more languages than the two listed above. You either have a magic buffyverse skill for speaking multiple languages or you’re just plain talented. If you can speak multiple languages I am absolutely in awe of you.

(This has taken me so long to write I can’t seem to find your blog anymore to tag, sorry, love! Hope you still see this !!)

- You didn’t feel at home in many places

- But Caritas was one place that you did feel like you were always welcome

- You loved the atmosphere

- Everyone was always so friendly

- The host was

- You couldn’t pretend you didn’t want to get to know him a little more

- But you were incredibly intimidated

- despite how comfortable you were on stage

- You never really got stage fright

- But when it came to Lorne

- You were a little flustered

- He was so talented

- Lorne had been in awe of you from the moment he saw you

- What had once been an deep respect for your talent and the kindness you displayed to all those that you met

- Soon became something more

- Not only could you sing perfectly

- You could sing in almost any language

- You had a knack for learning languages through the songs that you loved

- You were singing in Korean tonight

- But Lorne had heard you sing in some incredibly rare demon languages with perfect pronunciation before

- He liked you but you had barely said two words to each other

- You sang, but had specifically requested that he didn’t read anything into you

- He respected this and honoured it, although he was definitely curious

- You spoke in his first language

- He faltered, taken aback

- He didn’t often like being reminded of where he came from

- But it was nice to speak freely with you in this way

- He had to admit if he wasn’t looking at you he would have thought you were a native speaker

- His eyes met yours before he dropped his eyes to the floor

- He never got like this

- He was usually one to enjoy attention, at least on the stage

- But he felt so vulnerable in front of you

- As if you could read his mind as easily as he could read the singers on stage

- Perhaps that’s why he suddenly asked

- “Duet with me, sweets?”

- You were delighted, joking that you thought he would never ask

- Rather than looking out at the crowd as you usually might

- You faced him for the entirety of the

- He was singing in English

- But you were singing in his language

- Tears were in his eyes

- To hear music sang and played in his own language

- A language where music had never existed for him growing up

- It was something incredibly special to him

- The crowd stood up, giving you both a standing ovation

- You hugged Lorne, thanking him

- You felt so honoured to sing with someone so talented

- You insisted you wanted to buy him a drink as a thank you

- He reminded you that this was his bar

- So all the drinks were free to him anyway

- But nonetheless you got him a Sea Breeze

- You spoke long into the night

- Mesmerized by the other

- You remember now, thinking back that this felt like the first night of the rest of your life

- No matter how much you had accomplished

- How much you had loved your life up until that point

- You knew something big was coming

- You knew happiness, pure and complete happiness, was on the horizon

- And you couldn’t have been more right

#Lorne #Krevlornswath of the Deathwok Clan #Lorne x reader #Lorne x you #Lorne imagine #btvs #btvs x reader #ats #ats x reader #ats imagine #angel the series #hc #headcanon #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffyverse

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blackcatpersona · 11 months

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Long story short, I'm posting this because I needed to read it. I didn't like that Lorne was never given a proper love interest; he deserved one more than anyone else in my humble opinion. So, I wrote one myself. It'll be a long one, and part of a series, because I love me some character development. :)

Anywho, here it is. Let me know what you think. <3

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Chapter 1: Of Women and Words

“Look, I’m telling you... I have no idea who she is, or how she got here. She’s just...here!” the demon whispered and gestured madly at the floor near his feet.

Angel looked around Caritas, puzzled. “Lorne, half-naked women don’t magically appear on stages overnight. She got here somehow. Do we have any information to go on?”

The woman was an adult, but on the young side. Angel put her in her mid-twenties. Dressed in a white, pleated, cotton robe that was barely opaque, her olive-skinned legs were exposed past the knee. The dress was held together at the waist by a thick gold and black striped belt that appeared to be solid metal. No shoes, hair untied and puddled in a thick, dark auburn crown around her head, laying on her right side, she looked as though she had fallen asleep. The only thing that remained to her was a gold armband that resembled a snake, writhing its way up her arm.

“You know...’, remarked Lorne sarcastically, “I haven’t quite been able to keep her quiet. Any ideas?”

Angel raised his hands to his chest in a ‘I surrender’ sort of gesture, and said, “Alright, I get it. I get it. Well...we should probably find somewhere to...put her...until she wakes up.”

Lorne nodded silently; his brow creased with concern.

“You get the arms, I’ll get the feet, and we carry her to your place?”

The demon barely registered Angel’s words as he continued to stare at the woman before them. He couldn’t explain it, but he was immediately drawn to her, felt protective of her, as if he felt her distress already.

Impossible. He thought to himself. She’s unconscious. He moved toward her, bending at the knees to scoop her up into his arms, bridal-style.

“No. I’ll get her. You can get the doors along the way.”

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“You sure she wasn’t just really, really, drunk last night? Maybe she was still in the bathroom when you locked up...”

Lorne, exasperated at having spent the last hour arguing hypotheticals with the WRH team in his bedroom, snapped back at Cordelia.

“No, she wasn’t in the bathroom. I’ve said this a dozen times already. She wasn’t in the bathroom, she wasn’t in the stage wings, or in the green room backstage, she wasn’t in a storage room, or behind the bar... She was NOT in the bar when I locked up. No alarms, no security camera footage, no broken glass, no unlocked doors. I... I don’t know how she got here!” He turned his attention back to the bed.

“Okay, okay.”, Angel stepped into the conversation. “We’ve established that her appearance is most definitely a mystery. Great. Now, onto more practical matters. We should find a way to wake her up before someone comes looking for her. Ideas?”

“I hate be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t really know that one can do that, Angel.” Wesley commented. “I think she just has to...come around on her own.”

The WRH team was circled around the king-sized bed in Lorne’s apartment, staring awkwardly at the unconscious female asleep in the demon’s bed. Angel, Wesley, and Cordelia stood at the foot of the bed while Lorne sat perched on the side of the mattress, facing the woman. His hand rested flat on the duvet, as close to her hand as he dared to get.

She looks so helpless. He sighed to himself.

“Well, there’s no point in all of you standing around waiting for the magic to happen. It’s my apartment, I’ll stay and keep watch. The bar doesn’t open for a few hours anyway. If she isn’t up before I have to leave, I’ll text one of you to come takeover.”

Cordelia raised her hand to ask a question.

“Um, not to be rude, but is the green, red-eyed, demon really the best choice for first contact ambassador? I mean, no offence, Lorne...but you might scare the shit out her.”

“There’s a really good chance that she’s going to be scared. You know, waking up in a strange place, having anyone watching over you.” Wesley added. “Besides, how do we know that something traumatic didn’t happen to get her here in the first place? Maybe Lorne IS the best bet to stay with her, given he might be able to read something.”

Angel nodded. “Lorne stays. Let’s move out.”

The team dispersed quickly, happy to be free of the awkward tension in the room. Lorne never noticed. A door closed softly somewhere in the distance. His red eyes never left his charge’s face.

“Where did you come from, Princess?” He whispered to her as he took her hand in his, as gently as possible. “Hmm...? What’s your name?” He chuckled to himself, the first sign of a smile making its way across his lips as he told himself, “It’s terribly un-gentlemanly to have a lady in your bed and not even know her name.”

He allowed himself a moment to truly take in her form, her features. She had a light tan to her skin, her flesh soft. Slender fingers, but he could feel strong muscles in her hand. Her limbs appeared toned; feminine, but not fragile. She seemed to be taller than most of the females he knew, but he couldn’t really guess with her still laying down. As his eyes glided upward, he noticed light bruising on her forearms. Were those finger imprints? Lorne rubbed his free thumb lightly across the marks, wanting, needing, to know more, feeling a growing concern within his soul to know how this woman came to be in his bar.

Hours came and went. He never did text the others to relieve his vigil. He asked his bartender to watch over Caritas tonight, and to cancel any readings he had scheduled.

He was in this for the long-haul.

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Lorne sat uncomfortably in a low back chair that he had pulled close to the edge of the bed hours ago. He had cursed the design choice as it forced him to hunch forward to continue holding the young woman’s hand. His back and legs ached, but still he sat guarding the woman. He snored softly, having been dozing in and out of sleep for the past few hours, afraid to completely give in to slumber, lest he miss something. A thought caught his attention.

Fatigue...pain...sore...dark...confusion...fear...

Lorne sat upright the moment he realized what was happening. She was stirring.

This is it.

The woman turned her head slowly, eyes fluttering, and mumbled something Lorne couldn’t quite catch. It sounded like it could have been a question.

“Come on, Princess. Wakey-wakey...” He rubbed his thumbs across her hand in light encouragement.

“...Ee-may?”

“Ee-what now, Strudel?”

Two sparkling, dark green eyes, opened, slowly, locking eyes with the demon.

“Well good morning, sleepy head.” Lorne smiled warmly at the woman.

She froze, staring at him. Her breathing quickened, becoming shallow. Lorne sensed what was coming.

Fearfearfearfearfearfearscaredfearpainfearfearfearconfusedfearfear....

“No no no no...” He let go of her hand and raised his palms outward in a show of trust. “Look, look! Not gonna hurt you, see? You're safe...you’re safe.”

It didn’t help. She screamed and tried to roll to the other side of the bed to put distance between herself and the demon.

“O-na! O-na, lee-ay!” She yelled, crying, launching herself over the far side of the mattress. She tried to stand and run, but fell beside the bed immediately. An exclamation rang through the air. Lorne knew that word when he heard it. Some cuss words just don’t need translating.

Lorne rose and ran to her side, quickly kneeling to her height to try and offer any assistance he could. The woman backed herself into the corner. Scared, she held her ankle.

“Oh, Princess...you’re injured, aren’t you?” He crept toward her, slowly, and reached a hand out to place it over hers on her ankle. With the other, he gestured to himself. “Lorne. Lorne. My name is Lorne.”

Fearfearfearfearfearfearfearfear...

He felt it. He tried his best to speak quietly and softly, to be reassuring, and calming.

“It’s ok, Honey. I know you’re scared. Probably have never seen a green man with horns before, so hey, I’m not taking this personally.” He rubbed her hand warmly. “You’re safe, now. Ok? No one will hurt you here. I promise.”

...fear...............fear.................calming.....................uncertainty............................trust?

“It’s OK. It’s OK.” He repeated.

She was silent for a moment before whispering. “Lour-ne?”

Her voice was low and melodious, and Lorne found himself smitten immediately. He smiled widely.

“That’s right, Sunshine. My name is Lorne.”

The woman eyed the demon up and down, taking in his features, his clothes. It was obvious to Lorne that she had never met a member of his clan before. She studied him for a full minute before moving to pick herself off the ground. She faltered as she stood, putting her weight on her bad ankle. Lorne had been matching her ascent, and managed to catch her as she fell forward into his arms.

“Woah! Easy there, Pancake. Don’t want you flattened out again.” He offered a friendly chuckle as he held her steady. He looked down at her dark hair, now falling just past her shoulders in loose waves. Her head barely reached his chin as she used the man’s arms to upright herself. She stood delicately, placing her weight on her good foot, and glanced shyly up at Lorne.

“Wah-tay.” She mumbled humbly.

“I suppose you’re welcome.” He noticed the fleeting aroma of flowers as he lowered his head to speak to her. “Let’s get you off that foot, huh? Here, let me help.”

Lorne guided the woman slowly backward toward the edge of the bed and held her hand in his as she found her own way down to sit on the duvet. Using her palms, she pressed the cotton shift dress smoothly down her thighs and adjusted the belt at her waist. She saw the serpent armband still on her arm, touched it briefly, closed her eyes, and sighed quietly.

Reliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefreliefrelief...confusion...confusion...

She looked at Lorne again. The fear and uncertainty had returned, but it had lessened. Lorne felt it, but it was slipping away from him.

I guess that’s a plus. He thought to himself. She’s not as stressed as she was.

Lorne rose to grab the same chair he had been sitting in during his vigil, and pulled it around the bed to face the woman on the other side. He kept it a comfortable distance away from the woman, not wanting to make her uneasy, but wanting to make it clear that he needed her attention. He sat in the chair with his palms on his legs.

“Alright, Buttercup. We need to figure this out, and, sadly, I only speak English and Pylean, so... let’s try this again.” Lorne pointed to himself. “Lorne.” He said.”

The young woman spoke quietly. “Lour-ne.”

“That’s right! Now, what is your name?” He pointed at his guest.

Uncertainty.............confusion............helpful............hopeful........

She raised her hand to her chest, placing her palm over her heart. “...Saf-Fi-Ya.”

Lorne smiled without delay, and raised his hands above his head in a dramatic Hallelujah. “Lord Sinatra, be praised!”

Saffiya returned the smile, and coyly rose her hand to cover her mouth. Lorne found it adorable. Encouraged by the positive interaction, he continued on, pointing to the chair beneath him.

“Chair. Chair. Chair.”

“Or-ette.” Saffiya answered with a quizzical look, “Or-ette.”

“Or-ette.” Lorne echoed. “OK. Let’s try another one.” He pointed a finger at the lamp on the nightstand. “Lamp. Lamp. Laaaammmp.”

The woman shook her head slowly.

Confusion...no... unknown...

“Alright. Maybe you don't have lamps where you’re from. That’s OK. We’ll keep it simple” He looked around room for inspiration. Someone had left a bottle of water on the same nightstand, and he reached to collect it. As he unscrewed the lid and poured a small amount into his cupped hand, he spoke. “Water. Water...” He splashed the liquid with a finger and made a point to touch it to his mouth, demonstrating it was safe. “Water.”

Saffiya nodded quickly, saying, “Raw-wen.”

Impatient...impatient...restraint...flustered...impatient...

“This is taking a while, isn’t it, Princess?” The demon sighed forcefully. “I agree.”

Saffiya tried to rise once more, letting a hand reach out toward Lorne before having to sit back down quickly. Obviously bothered, she motioned to Lorne for him to come closer to her. “O-na. O-na.”

He stood and took a few paces toward Saffiya.

“Moy. Moy, O-na.”

Another few paces...

She gestured for him to lower himself to her level, and he knelt, uncertain what was to happen next.

“Om-ee ah-na way tah-low. Hor-a ten.” The woman whispered to Lorne as her eyes pleaded with him. “Ah-whet?”

Sure, why not? Lorne nodded.

Saffiya lowered her gaze to Lorne’s chest, and touched the fabric of his shirt. She recoiled at the sensation.

“I know, polyester. I'm sorry. I didn’t care for it either, but your shopping options are limited when you can’t go far in public on your own.”

She ignored his words and brushed the shirt collar out of the way, allowing her fingers to follow the buttons down, eventually figuring out how to open the shirt farther. She managed to make it down to the bottom of Lorne’s ribs.

“You know, I don’t know how it is wherever you came from, but here, it’s customary to buy someone a drink first.” He joked with a grin.

Two warm palms pressed flat against the demon’s green chest, and the visitor began to mumble quickly and quietly. Lorne watched intently, trying to find any meaning in her actions.

Just as quickly as she had begun murmuring, Saffiya stopped, but kept her hands on the demon’s bare skin.

Confusedconfusedconfusedconfusedangryconfused...angry...angry...frustrated...impatient...

“Gah-way Ja?” She looked up at Lorne, her face red with agitation. Lorne opened his lips to speak...

At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open, and a familiar, pale face poked through the space.

“How’s the patient?” It was Angel, walking into the room. He stopped in his tracks when he took in the scene before him. The woman was awake and feeling up Lorne’s bare chest as he knelt in front of her.

“Uh...You guys should lock the door... next time.”

Lorne stood quickly, defensively.

“This is NOT what it looks like, Angel Bear. I promise! She just... She’s trying to... Well, I don’t know what she’s trying to do, but she seems sure about it...”

“What did we miss? Is she awake?”

It was Wesley this time, following behind Angel. He, too, stopped at the sight of a bare-chested Lorne.

“Um... Should we... Leave?” He gestured to the door.

“In-a, wah no Al-whet?” Saffiya looked around the room at the faces that were studying her, finally coming to rest on Lorne. “Ah-sto-al ee-ahn...”

Lorne looked at his charge, not having understood a word, but wanting to be as reassuring as possible. He nodded.

Saffiya pointed to Lorne’s chest, then to Angel, and finally pointed to one hand with the other. Lorne was beginning to put the charades together.

“Uh...Ange... I think Saffiya wants a minute with you.”

“Saffiya?”

“Yeah, I think that’s her name. That’s about as far as we’ve gotten.”

“So... What? She wants to grope me, too?”

“Look, she seems to know what she’s doing, which is 10 steps ahead of all of us. It’s worth a shot.”

Angel studied Lorne for a moment before turning his eyes to Saffiya. She seemed frightened, small, confused. Angel made a motion to her, as if to ask if she could come to him. The demon interjected. “Actually, she seems to be injured. You’ll have to come over here...” He took a step back and made room for Angel to come forward. The vampire stood hovering over Saffiya with an expression of impatience upon his face. He raised his arms slightly from his waist, and uttered one word: “OK.”

Saffiya glanced at Lorne and gestured to her neck.

“Oh! Ah, you should do the buttons... And kneel. Makes it easier for her”

With the shirt finally opened and the vampire on his knees, Saffiya moved to place her hands on Angel’s chest. She began to speak the same words she spoke when she touched Lorne earlier, but again, quickly stopped.

“Bash-tet ar-Ra! Way-a-meen Oh-teph-ay?!” She seemed angry now. Frustrated at a situation no one really understood.

“What’s wrong, Lorne?”

The demon shrugged, defeated. “I don’t know. I... I don’t know.”

The room was deathly silent for a brief moment, punctuated only by the sighs of those present. Saffiya glanced around at the statuesque men before finally exclaiming, “RA, HE-AM O-TEB!”

Before anyone could stop her, Saffiya had pushed herself from the bed and began to make her way toward Wesley. He barely had time to register the movement around him before he felt the woman crash into him, head first, having stumbled on her poor foot. The impact sent the pair diving to the floor; Wesley on his back, the woman practically straddling him. With one swift motion, she sat upright on his abdomen and stretched her hands out toward the Watcher’s chest. Wesley yelled.

“Somebody get her off of me! She’s trying to kill me!” Wesley was panicked as the strange female began to pull at his shirt, ripping the cloth in a frantic effort to reach her hands to his skin. Buttons flew from Wesley’s shirt as Angel and Lorne rushed to help free him of his assailant. Angel grabbed at Saffiya’s waist while Lorne tried to pry her hands away from the Watcher’s flesh. Only a few seconds after contact was made, Saffiya’s face lit up in a fantastic smile, and she began to loudly recite the same words she had started to chant earlier. This time, she continued.

“I can’t...get her off!” Angel grunted.

“Her hands won’t budge!” Lorne exclaimed, perplexed.

Without warning, Saffiya threw her head back and opened her eyes wide, revealing a bright, green light that seemed to shine from within. Lorne and Angel both leapt back, not knowing what was happening. Even Wesley couldn’t help but stare in disbelief. The room was filled with a sharp, tangible, vibration.

After what seemed like an eternity, the glow in the woman’s eyes dimmed, she looked back down at the Watcher, and released her palms from his chest. She wavered for a moment, before lurching backward. Lorne saw the sudden movement and grabbed Saffiya before she collapsed to the floor.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, Princess.”

As he pulled her off of Wesley’s torso, Angel reached to grab the Watcher’s hands and help him to his feet. He brushed himself off and tried to straighten out what was left of his shirt, embarrassed at the uncharacteristic state he was in.

Lorne placed Saffiya gently back on the bed. Thankfully, she seemed alive and well, although her breathing was rapid and shallow. Angel and Wesley stood at the foot of the bed, closer than last time, and watched as Lorne leaned over the woman and took her hand in his own once more. Saffiya slowly turned her head to face the demon. She smiled, bright and genuine, and spoke.

“...Thank you.”

#Lorne #Angel #AtS #Krevlornswath #Krevlornswath of the Deathwok Clan #Demon Lord #angel the series

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oveliagirlhaditright · 1 year

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You know what I just realized. Angel's actions at the end of "Angel: After the Fall" resetting everything to how things were before the alleyway battle in NFA--and so L.A. didn't get sucked into Hell--of course means that Lorne wasn't in Hell anymore. No one was, of course.

But while they were in Hell (before the resetting happened) Lorne and Angel made amends and Lorne forgave him for everything that happened (Angel having Lorne kill Lindsey). And though everything got reset, everyone remembered having been in Hell.

So you'd think we would have seen Lorne in Angel & Faith, and Angel & Lorne interacting. And yet we don't see Lorne at all.

#angel & faith #angel after the fall #angel #lorne #Krevlornswath of the Deathwok Clan #for some reason i was legit thinking he was stuck in hell or something. and then i was like 'wait a minute that's not true at all!#they just never showed him again for some reason'#angel the series #buffy the vampire slayer #angel(us)#angelus #and gunn and connor both sort of disappear too. weird. why phase out the old ats and a.i. team for new ones?#especially when a critique of angel & faith i guess was not enough familiar characters?

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merelyspecters · 10 months

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Lorne in Angel: the Series 🤝 Carson Beckett in Stargate: Atlantis

Being excellent characters that were consistently undermined and undervalued by the writers

#there are so many interesting routes both shows could have gone but they chose lackluster/basic paths #inspired by rewatching stargate atlantis and writing carson fic #krevlornswath of the deathwok clan #lorne ats #ats #carson beckett #sga

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demisexualnathanvuornos · 1 year

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[Canon Aces 22/?:] Lorne/ Krevlornswath of the Deathwok clan in Boom! Studios' Angel #4 (2022) 1/ 2

#lorne #krevlornswath of the deathwok clan #nocticola art #angel comics #ats

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jbcrochetwizard · 11 months

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Krevlornswath “Lorne” of the Deathwok Clan in amigurumi form!

#krevlornswath #lorne #deathwok clan #amigurumi #soft sculpture #angel the series #crochet #doll #angel the show #plushie #tv character #buffyverse #yarn art #amigurumist #doll maker #jbcrochetwizard #crochet doll #designer

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alfapratt · 9 months

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favourite buffyverse non-human characters from last to first

#10 ● Eddie Hope

#9 ● Aluwyn

#8 ● Illyria

#7 ● Krevlornswath "Lorne" of the Deathwok Clan

#6 ● Harmony Kendall

#5 ● Daniel "Oz" Osbourne

#4 ● Drusilla

#3 ● Clem

#2 ● Anyanka

#1 ● William "Spike" Pratt

bonus: Baby Crab (Xander and Spike's god-crab-creature son) and Sebastian (bug leader of Spike's ship)

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snarkivistfic · 5 months

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Ten characters, ten fandom, some tags

Tagged by @heyholmesletsgo - thank you :) I love doing these!!

MDZS/CQL - Wen Ning

KinnPorsche - Big

Torchwood - Ianto Jones

Guardian - Chu Shuzhi (it was so hard to choose between him and Guo Changcheng because I see them as such a unit so if I can cheat it's both of them)

Orphan Black - Helena

Buffy-verse - Krevlornswath of the Deathwok Clan ("Lorne")

Schitt's Creek - Stevie Budd

Game of Thrones - Brienne of Tarth

Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty - Ding Rong

Doctor Who - Donna Noble

Tagging: @zaelriel @jaggededges123 @unfortunatelycake - these tagging things always activate my anxiety - what if I tagged someone and they were mad? What if I don't tag someone and they feel sad. If you see this and want to do it, please do it and tag me so I can see your answers!

#fandom #I probably forgot a whole bunch of fandoms #someone tagged me in a thing #Thanks you for tagging me!!

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sunnydaleherald · 11 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, May 27th

GUNN: You want to run that by us one more time? LILAH: What was unclear? FRED: I think the part where you offered us Wolfram & Hart.

~~Home~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Cue Heard by apachefirecat (Spike/Buffy, Dawn, Willow/Kennedy, Soft PG-13/T)

Wrath of Buffy by Bl4ckHunter (Buffy/Spike, T)

New Name, New Duty by InMyOwnHeadItGoesLikeThis (Buffy & Giles, G)

I Am Your God. by titsgirlbuffy (section_69) (Angelus/Darla, T)

Headcanons for being multi-lingual and frequenting Caritas by prose-for-hire (Lorne/reader, not rated)

Memorial Day by myrabeth (Buffy/Spike, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Held Together, Chapter 1 by MadeInGold (Angel/Spike, M)

Easter Omens, Chapter 1 by BeatriceEveryTuesday (Buffy/Anya, T)

Dig Your Teeth Into Me, Chapter 1 by SomeKindOfADeviant (Angel/Spike, E)

Chapter 1: Of Women and Words by blackcatpersona (Lorne/OC, not rated)

Spiderwebs, Chapter 24 by Willow25 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Under The Rubble, Chapter 24 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Back Through The Woods, Chapter 14 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 14 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Those 2 again, Chapter 22 by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

Stab in the back, Chapter 1 by MelG_2005 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Frosty, Chapters 21-25 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The DeSoto, Chapters 21-25 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Grapevine, Chapter 7 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The World in Shadow, Chapter 5 by ManifoldTime (Scoobies, Stargate crossover, FR18)

Buffy The Sims Player, Chapters 1-4 by HarlowTurner (Scoobies, The Sims crossover, FR15)

Those 2 again, Chapter 22 by Julikobold (Buffy/Spike, G)

Float, Chapter 1 by Grief Counseling (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Dust, Chapter 1 by flootzavut (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Crochet: Krevlornswath “Lorne” of the Deathwok Clan in amigurumi form! by JBcrochetwizard (worksafe)

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thepunkmuppet · 9 months

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make me choose:

↳ @thenewbuzwuzz requested -> lorne or tara maclay

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blueskimmer · 8 months

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Here I go againnn

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prose-for-hire · 1 year

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L is for the way you look at me

Pairing: Lorne x reader

Request: How about Lorne (platonic or soft romantic or too many options?) and neutral or fem reader, reader is a writer, expressive when you've gotten to know them, who is noodling around trying to write a song to put in their story, and when hearing the plight, Lorne offers help? By singing and helping them smooth out the lyrics into something that can actually be sung, (don't need to be specific of course) with the reader supplying lyrics and tune a bit so Lorne gets the idea of what they're going for?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: Changed just a little from the request (you’ll hardly notice it, promise). If I could write lyrics for songs I would but I didn’t want it to fall flat so you’ll have to imagine the beautiful lyrics that Lorne writes for the reader. I really could have used him to help supply the lyrics for this fic lol

You were a writer. It had been a hobby but it had become such an intrinsic part of your life, of your identity. It was pretty much always on your mind now. Ideas plagued your mind night and day. You had to write them down immediately which meant you were often found making a mad dash to find a notebook and a pen.

You kept all of your thoughts inside, only waiting for the moment you could commit them to paper. This left you wondering through life in a kind of dream state, somewhere between your fantasies and reality. You were a romantic, preferring to write love stories into whatever genre you had been currently taken by.

It was hard to find times to write since you had met your friends. Your reality had quickly become something that you might have only created in the wildest corners of your imagination. You had met them all first when your apartment had a demon-problem. You had been one of the helpless that needed, well, helping.

Angel Investigations had uncovered a demon cult living in your building’s basement and you had stumbled into helping them, you were a fast reader and were good at picking out the important information from an online demon-search. After this, you kept running into them and after you lost your job (through no fault of your own, you had just been daydreaming a little more than actually… working) Angel offered you a researching role with the team.

This was when you met him. Lorne. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t the inspiration for most of the romantic notions that you committed to paper of late. You had all gone to Caritas and you had been taken by the way his skin shimmered emerald in the stage lighting. The way he held himself with such confidence. How he could change the atmosphere of even the coldest room with a single note.

You had become used to watching him from afar, he was so friendly towards you but he was the same way with almost anyone he met. It was something you liked about him, he was kind until given a reason otherwise. You got the impression that due to his confidence on stage, if he was attracted to you in any way he would have made it known.

So, rather than make your own little crush known, you decided to keep it hidden and pray that you were never asked to sing in front of him again. You threw yourself into your work, the researching that now took up so much of your time. And clawed every spare moment for your writing. You were focusing on finishing your novel. You were going to call it very loosely based on your brief time with Angel investigations, but there did happen to be a main love interest

And, of course, there needed to be a beautiful song that tied both the magic and the love story together. The only problem was that you didn’t know the first thing about writing lyrics to music. But you knew someone who did.

Gunn was someone you trusted completely. He was your best friend. You were opposites in some sense, but your friendship was incredibly strong. You told him most things, but he somehow (after being asked for the 100th time for him to read over a draft of your story) figured out something you had forgotten to mention.

He had read your novel so far and given you some pointers (mostly about more realistic fight scenes which was very much appreciated) and had noticed a big theme in your writing. The ‘main characters’ longing for the charismatic, musical love interest.

Gunn was leaning against the doorway of the room of the Hotel you often slipped away to so that you could write.

“I, uh, think I might ask Lorne for some help with those lyrics. For my story.” You were aiming for nonchalant but you weren’t able to make eye contact with him while you said it.

“It’s about time you made your move” Gunn chuckled at your attempt to be chill.

“I’m not making a move! I’m just asking for some… is it really that obvious?”

“Even Angel noticed, man” He shook his head at you, with a slight smile and clapped a hand against your shoulder, “You’re a good writer, but you ain’t that good”

“I am that good”

“That why you need someone to write lyrics for you?”

“I have some ideas, I just want to make sure they would fit to music. That’s all”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll catch you later, there’s probably some demon Wes needs taking care of”

“Have fun!” You called and he gave you a look that said ‘you too’ with a raise of his eyebrows. You threw your pen at him and missed as he walked out the door.

“Can you believe this? We’ve only just opened and we’re already running out of Yak’s bile”

“Yum” You deadpanned and the sparkle in his eyes were back as he looked at you again. He forgot just how human you were sometimes.

You see, he wasn’t used to so much respect or attention from someone that looked like you. If any humans did stumble into the bar or he didn’t hide himself well enough on the street, they would stare or whisper harsh words. Never affording him eye contact and never seeing him as anything close to an equal.

He had a soft spot for you. A big one. He adored you but kept out of your way. He decided that he knew better than to expect you to reciprocate his feelings. And God, did he have feelings for you. He was in deep. His eyes always on you whenever you were in the room.

“What can I do for you today, sugar? I think we have enough left to make your usual”

“You know my usual?” You questioned as he started to make it for you.

“Well of course! Prescient over here, even if I didn’t I could see it coming” He gestured with the tumbler in his hand and lit up when he heard your laugh.

“Actually, could I ask a favour? The novel I’m writing, I could use some advice”

“Oo, the famous book! I’m honoured, sweetness”

You smiled softly, looking at the ground. He could make you smile no matter how you had been feeling before you were in his presence. You found yourself getting nervous. As if he would see straight through your feelings if you so much as breathed wrong. He was incredibly perceptive, something you loved about him. Love.

You tried to ignore the word, push down the feeling as you started to explain the issues you were having with trying to write the lyrics. You were muffled by the music that had started up, however. Someone started singing Barry Manilow and Lorne muttered something scathing about thinking he had destroyed all records of his discography on the premises. It was loud and the individual hadn’t yet hit a note.

He gestured for you to follow him, somewhere quieter. You sat across from him in his office, he closed the door behind you, shutting out a version of Mandy that was almost as bad as Angel’s. He always made you feel so comfortable. His presence, to be even sat before him made even the worst day turn into the best.

You spent an hour, maybe two, coming up with lyrics that fit with the feelings mentioned in the novel. But it felt like much less time. Every moment you spent with him felt sacred. When he started to sing the hook of the song you had written together, mostly under his instruction, you near-swooned.

You nodded along, reading the lyrics but not joining in. You were too wary that you might reveal too much. He walked around to your side of the table, leaning over you to read the lyrics you had made together. He inhaled slowly, you smelled so good to him. He just wished he could be seen as anything other than a monster.

As if you had read his mind, you turned towards him, he was so close you could almost feel his breath against your neck. It made you shiver with such anticipation, his eye caught yours. The look in his eye mirrored yours. You were dancing too close to the truth, the lyrics, those words, they echoed your real feelings. Your deep, unending adoration for this man.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” You asked slowly, fast becoming lost in his eyes. You reached for him softly, your thumb tracing his jawline. His eyes closed at the contact, a content sigh expelled from his lips. He had never felt this way before, so adored by someone that he had silently loved from the first moment he saw them.

“I love you” He whispered, the words barely audible. You worried you had misheard him but the vulnerable look in his eyes told you that you had heard correctly. You reached for him, pressing your lips against his. It was gentle, the tender movements as if each of you were scared you may wake yourself up from a beautiful dream. As his hands slid to cup the base of your skull, the kiss deepening. It was cosmic, every star had aligned. The powers paving the way to this life-altering moment.

You reached to clasp his hand with your free one, lacing your fingers together as you poured every unspoken feeling you had ever harboured towards him. Your love, your Lorne. How you had dreamed of this moment, how you had written with such fervour to try and capture even a fraction of the magic that you felt with his lips on yours.

You knew with certainty that your novel was going to have a happy ending, now that you could dare to hope for one too.

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