The I Will Remember You Marathon is an annual fanfiction celebration of Buffy/Angel. One new story for each day in November to mark the anniversary of the Angel episode "I Will Remember You." Banner by sulietsexual
Thank you for another November to remember! Our amazing Buffy/Angel community celebrated the anniversary of "I Will Remember You" the episode, with 33 stories and 12 artworks. We appreciate all of your contributions, as well your comments and support along the way!
fics
Day 1: our love is quicksand by GraceNM
Day 2: Семь эпизодов в одной подсобке (Seven Episodes in One Backroom) by B_E_S
Day 3: Life After by a2zmom
Day 4: somewhere in our bones by bonniesfire (@lalosalamcnca)
Day 5: Would You Fall In Love With Me Again? by @greensword101
Day 6: Dream a Little Dream of Me by @bookxish
Day 7: Full Circle by @taaroko
Day 8: With the Ghost of You by angelsummers
Day 10: All That We Carry by DeezBoots
Day 11: In Heaven and in Hell by Liana_Medea
Day 12: Promises Before the Fall by BrandiIndigo
Day 13: Принцесса и агрессор (The Princess and the Aggressor) by B_E_S
Day 14: Birthday at Lake Resia by melodys_muse
Day 15: All These Traversed Stars by Empire_of_the_Words
Day 17: A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes by buffytargaryen (@targaryen-vampireslayer)
Day 18: Второстепенные персонажи (Minor Characters) by B_E_S
Day 19: Peaches by @bookxish
Day 20: Divergent Roads by a2zmom
Day 21: Enter the Splash Zone by fatalfae (@fatalfaeri)
Day 22: Red is the Color That Travels the Farthest by @oveliagirlhaditright
Day 23: Value Study by Liana_Medea
Day 24: Il tuo cuore è il mio santuario (Your heart is my sanctuary) by Petalidistelle
Day 25: Revelation by buffytargaryen
Day 26: Retail Therapy by @taaroko
Day 27: The Fall Of It All by @aboutafox
Day 28: Dungeon Crawl by KairosImprimatur (@kairosimperative)
Day 29: We Live in Each Other's Shadow by Kean (@keanherself)
Day 30: The Royals by Bangel4ever
art
1. Space Song edit by slayersandsouls
2. 'What we could have had' gifset by @liam-summers
3. Velvet Crowbar edit by buffyannestark (@ceciliastark)
4. A Couple Minutes edit by @liam-summers
5. buffy & angel + touch gifset by @ptieuca
6. Hampstead edit by buffyannestark
7. 'if there's no bigger meaning...' gifset by @reborngrace
8. As Long As You're Mine edit by @none1832
9. 'everytime we touch' gifset by @lalosalamcnca
10. 'the world ended' edit by @broke-me-into-pieces
11. Cosmic Love edit by @unreal-unearthed
12. Do You Feel It? edit by slayersandsouls
another minute fics
1. Пойманная с поличным (Caught Red-Handed) by B_E_S
2. Мужчина при хорошей женщине (A Man With a Good Woman) by B_E_S
3. Бальзам (Balm) by B_E_S
4. И ты туда же (And You Too) by B_E_S
5. Невинность (Innocence) by B_E_S
"When he bites her and she's writhing on the floor, in her full orgasm she breaks the table. They missed it. The most erotic thing I've ever seen on TV and the censors missed it completely."
Bangel Appreciation Week 2026
Day Seven ~ May 31st
Favourite touch/smile/moment
Bangel Appreciation Week 2026 | Day 5: A colour you associate with Bangel
Romantic Encounter by Mihaly Von Zichy, 1864
The Creation Of Adam by Michaelangelo
Love Among the Ruins by Sir Edward Burne Jones, 1873
Tamara and the Demon by Konstantin Makovsky, 1889
The Kiss by Francesco Hayez, 1859
Tristan and Isolde by Rogelio De Eguisquiza, 1912
Idylle by William Adolphe Bourguereau, 1851 Romeo and Juliet by Maria Geertrudia Snabilie, 1838
The Meeting on the Turret Stairs by Frederic William Burton, 1864
The Mermaid by Howard Pyle, 1910
a/n: Buffy resides in Cleveland. On another Hellmouth. She is now 40 years old and has a daughter. And still, she is on slayer duties. And Angel is there to help her with another Apocalypse rearing its ugly head.
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The twilight moon, a pearly disc just beginning its ascent, cast a soft, ethereal glow over Cleveland. It was a familiar sight, one that had witnessed centuries of change in this city by the lake. Tonight, however, there was a different kind of light in the air, a quiet hum of anticipation that settled over the familiar streets like a gentle mist.
Buffy sat on the rooftop, the worn canvas of a fold-up chair looked like a makeshift throne. The city lights glittered like scattered shards of a broken mirror, each one a potential hiding place for the things that went bump in the night.
Angel apprared, a silent shadow emerging from the deepening gloom. He moved with the practiced grace of one who had navigated countless rooftops, countless desperate nights. He saw her, silhouetted against the fading light, and a familiar ache settled in his chest.
"Can I say that your daughter is pretty feisty?" Angel said, his voice low, a rumble of accustomed weariness and a hint of amusement. He gestured vaguely towards the city below, towards the life that pulsed beneath the surface. "Gets it from her mother."
Buffy's shoulders tightened. She didn't turn, her gaze fixed on the moon up above. "I wish she was not a potential slayer," she admitted, the words a soft sigh of regret. The weight of that legacy, passed down and inherited, was a burden she’d come to know intimately.
"Here we are- the night before another armageddon," Buffy said, her voice flat, devoid of surprise. It was a ritual, a grim dance they perpetually found themselves in.
"Business as usual, then?" Angel joked, a fragile attempt to lighten the crushing atmosphere. The humor was thin, a wisp of smoke in a gathering storm.
"Yep," Buffy muttered, her gaze drifting upwards to the sliver of moon that had begun its ascent. She stretched out a hand, a simple, unguarded gesture. Angel took it, his fingers finding hers, lacing them together. The contact was electric, a jolt of shared history and unspoken longing.
"Can you stay… after we save the world again?" Buffy asked, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes still on the moon, but her focus entirely on him. The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.
Angel looked at her then. Really looked at her. The faint lines etched around her eyes, the strength that still radiated from her, the weariness that warred with an indomitable spirit. His undead heart, a thing that should have been as cold and still as a tomb, leaped up, a forgotten rhythm reawakened. "I can," he said, his voice rough with emotion.
Buffy finally turned her head, meeting his gaze directly. Her free hand rested on his knee, a grounding weight. "I'm done with the cookie dough. Baked. Burned. I'm done. You know. It's always been you. And—" Her voice faltered, the words catching in her throat.
Angel stopped her there, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. He didn't need her to finish. He understood the metaphor, the years of searching, of trying to move on, of finding comfort in others, only to realize the fundamental truth that had always been there. "You don’t have to say anything more," he said, his gaze unwavering, filled with a love so ancient and profound it transcended the realms of life and death.
But Buffy needed to say it. The weight of it, held for so long, needed release. "But I need to say it. I love you-" The confession tumbled out, raw and honest.
Angel pulled her hand to his lips, not in a gesture of dismissal, but in one of profound reverence. He kissed it, the phantom warmth of her skin a searing sensation against his. It was a promise, a surrender, an acknowledgement of a love that had survived hell and back, a love that, even on the precipice of another apocalypse, had finally found its voice.
