Fuffy prompt please?? I’m you’re guardian angel who’s been breaking the rules and keeping you alive longer than you should be and as punishment I have to watch you die.
Thought you were just letting me know you were my Fuffy guardian angel and I was like….yep. (This might be a mess) (i stg these used to be MINI FICS this is a 2k disaster of ??? cracky...fuffy....pain...)
Buffy’s six when her mother’s hand yanks her back on to the curb, away from the screech and squeal of LA traffic, and Faith knew she could potentially have her hands full. When Buffy’s eight and Billy Snotface breaks her arm pushing her off the slide, Faith knew little kids could play rough. She tried not to interfere too much over the years, letting Buffy make her own choices, regardless of how seemingly reckless or absentminded. The late night solo walks “just to Willow’s!” and the blatant disregard for the imminent LA threat of melanoma. The only big change Faith’d made was getting Buffy out of that gym fire last year in LA. What else could she do! Hello, guardian angel! But when the Council summoned Faith she knew it wasn’t going to be the good-sort of chat. And poof! The meeting started. “She’s sixteen years old! How could it be freakin’ passed her time?! What was the point of even assignin’ me if I ain’t supposed to be working!” Contrary, way contrary, to popular belief, angels got mad and when they did they got really mad. At least in Faith’s case. Getting wings hadn’t exactly worked out her rage issues, if she was downright honest with herself. ”The Council understands how difficult it can be to let one’s charge go, but there will be more cases where your services might be needed more. When we allow change to happen we can really grow, Faith. You of all the angels should-“ “You should know I of all the angels ain’t afraid to tell you to can it. How am I just supposed to let her go? It’s not fair to her.” Faith had watched her charge grow up to be smart, loved, beautiful…and she could be so much more. ”To her or to you? She won’t be becoming an angel. Her fate is already decided and she won’t know anything else. To keep the world in order is your true charge, lest you forget, child.” And just like that the meeting was over, Faith was officially given her orders and de-summoned. The Council’s poof de-poofed and Faith was alone again, but still angry. Buffy deserved to be kept safer; grow old. How could the Council think this was the kind of change that made the world five-by-five? She decided she’d tell Buffy in a dream. As a warning, you know? That felt….less dark-angel-of-death-ish to Faith. She watched Buffy sleep a few minutes, tried to give her some peace. But…she’d have that soon, right? Dammit. Faith’s inner voice was biting, and she watched Buffy turn in her bed, crisp, white sheets framing her like an….angel. Not meant to be an angel, my ass. Now or never, then. “Hey there!” Dream Buffy was a So-Cal vision. Floral pattern skirt, bright cardigan, little sideways smile. Faith cursed herself for not having a more complete plan. Oh hey! I’m your fairy godmother here to tell you you’re gonna die! Sweet dreams! Yeah that’ll go smooth. ”Oh hey!” Faith reached a tentative hand at Buffy’s cheek, mirroring her toothed smile. “Do you know who I am?” ”You’re like my fairy god-mother. Only with a lot more leather, really. You watched me in the hospital after the fire, when the doctors were amazed I even woke up with all that smoke in me. I asked about you but my mom just said you had to be my guardian angel or something because no one else was in the gym with me. That or I was way too heavily medicated in that hospital. Hey, have you seen the cheese guy?” Buffy turned from Faith but linked arms with the angel. She felt warm to Faith. She felt happy; buzzing. “Oh. Must’ve lingered a bit too long then, huh? ...The cheese guy?” She hadn’t thought Buffy had seen her. Most charges can’t see their angel and usually Faith wanted to stay hidden from hers. Otherwise it got….complicated. And here we are! Seeing the signs for “Welcome to Complicated! Stay all night!” ”I’m Faith. Listen…Buffy…” “An angel named Faith? Kinda cliche don’t you think? The puns practically write themselves. So how does it work? How do you get to be an angel anyway? Do you need a bible-y name and then BAM key to the pearly gates?” Buffy was musing, Faith knew. She liked that about her; she was the clever type. Even if book learning wasn't her favorite. "Well... that's the thing ... there's actually a bit of dying before the whole wings and halo schpeal. And there's rules and Angel council Monkey-butts." Faith managed to make Buffy giggle...well that was something. "But dying is very much ingredient x here, that's the whole point. I- i-... When you're an angel you never live again, instead you get to watch living people and protect them and love them like- love them, until you haveta watch them die. Like you." Buffy's dream arm dropped from Faith's side and she stopped strolling and admiring her dreamscape. "You were supposed to- to die in that gym fire, Buffy. I kept you alive until help came and now the forces of the goddamn universe are gonna let you die and make it look like an accident or- or fate or whatever and I haveta watch it happen and- Buffy, I'm so sorry. I can't guide you out of this one. I'm so sorry." "Wh-what?" Buffy's voice held so much disbelief and maybe betrayal? Faith actually thought about wishing for death for a second. But hello, angel. "I love you, B." Faith pulled Buffy's forehead tenderly to her lips until Buffy woke with a start back in her bed. Well, that was weird. She'd had a lot of weird dreams since the fire. Usually there was a guy with a plate of cheese somehow involved? But weird. Her chest felt tight and she realized she was still clinging to her sheets. She'd felt peaceful a few moments ago, though. Remembered bits and pieces. A beautiful angel, that girl had called herself in her dream. Ah well, time for Monday, then. Faith was still there, of course. Damp, inflamed cheeks made her feel more human and alive than ever, but she knew Buffy couldn't see her. She prayed to whatever piece of shit she was supposed to be working for that Buffy remembered enough of her dream to just stay in bed today. Where it was safe. But Faith knew that wouldn't work forever. "Okay, listen up, Powers That Be High and Mighty, there's no reason for this girl to die.She's done nothing wrong! I've done nothing wrong! I'm her goddamn guardian angel and I say she lives, okay? Okay. Good talk, guys." Faith felt her stupid lips still trembling. She'd just make sure Buffy thwarted death until- well, until- always. "It seems her fate is changed." A Council Monkey butt appeared on Faith's left, pretentious air and voice in tow. "Yeah, duh, just told you. I'm gonna protect her, forever, so yep, fate changed. Sorry, thanks for playing." Faith sniffed and felt her fists clamp up. That probably wouldn't forever either, but hey, totes worth the shot. "No, the girl will be an angel. Some day, not far off. You both have altered fates greater than life on earth, Faith. You must accept your new path and she will accept hers." "For Blondie to be an angel, that...that still means.." Faith's eyes were welling again and goddamn she didn't remember crying this much when she was freakin' alive. "You have done what you can. More than you were allowed. The Council has discussed your wings." "Oh yeah? Is that supposed to be a threat? Hate to tell ya, but this gig blows big time, anyway. Oh! Protect people! But only when we say! Otherwise 'let them go' like she's a friggin' balloon in the wind or something." She was shaking, with rage, with fear, with the knowledge that she couldn't stop this speeding train. She turned her back to the Councilman and swore she heard him sigh. "She will be a guardian in the future. As you have been in the past. Maybe in your future you will learn that stubborness does not affect all you think it does in the way you think it should. Sometimes the universe is out of our control, and sometimes it's better that way. In her future she has wings as a guardian. But in yours, you have them as a Valkyrie; one who transports dead souls to Valhalla and you shall learn that all ends and begins beyond our control. You don't have to accept your fate, or hers, and yet it shall be. Visit her dreams again and the monkey butts will have your wings and maybe hers as punishment. The order of the world may be lighter to you than her life, but the universe claims its victories doubly when they appear to be at stake.You have said your goodbyes and it's time to make them permanent. Enjoy your fate, child. As much as you can, because you cannot bend it to your will. Faith...you've made a good guardian, and now you shall be one in another sense. I've revealed your calling..and Buffy's." The last thought Faith has as Buffy's guardian is remembering watching Buffy get pulled back from LA traffic, into the safety of her mother's arms....she remembers the relief she felt at the idea of a safe Buffy....of a loved Buffy...and she drags her feet to meet the white light of the universe at its next stage, hoping Buffy's calling fate is gentle and pain free and safe for her, too.
