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Play Winifred For Me by Bruttimabuoni (R)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL: THE SERIES
Pairing: Buffy/Fred(/Illyria)
Length: 1,011 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brutti_ma_buoni
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: With a grim future looming over them, Buffy and Illyira take shelter together, and Illyria offers comfort in the form of Fred. I find the sharp poignancy and palpable desperation of this fic very striking. I love stories about the last grasp for light and human warmth against the darkness; that guttering brightness shines so much the better for the contrast, I think. This is a fine example of one of those stories. The ending lines, especially with the reptition of the beginning frame of the introduction to build their power and Illyria's excellently chosen dialogue, are especially wonderfully wrenching and perfectly fitting.
Before Buffy’s eyes, Illyria transformed. Miss Leather Vixen 2004 became a slight, sweet-smiling girl, wary-looking but full of welcome humanity.
“Hi Buffy. I’m Fred. Guess we never had a chance to get acquainted.”
“I heard about you, though. How you died.”
“I could say the same about you, couldn’t I? First time I heard of you, it was that you were gone. But then you came back.”
“Why are you putting on this show? I know it’s not really you any more.”
“I still have the memories, and the physical form. What’s unreal about that? I’m here for comfort, that’s all. I did as much for Wesley, while he died. Humans cleave to humanity as they wither and fade, or so I believed. Was I wrong?” Fred’s face blued as she spoke, Illyria resurfacing.
“Don’t.” Buffy rushed out the word. “You’re right. Please be Fred for me.”
Play Winifred For Me
ETA: Link fixed!
Pairing: Buffy/Fred(/Illyria)
Length: 1,011 words
Author on LJ:
brutti_ma_buoniAuthor Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: With a grim future looming over them, Buffy and Illyira take shelter together, and Illyria offers comfort in the form of Fred. I find the sharp poignancy and palpable desperation of this fic very striking. I love stories about the last grasp for light and human warmth against the darkness; that guttering brightness shines so much the better for the contrast, I think. This is a fine example of one of those stories. The ending lines, especially with the reptition of the beginning frame of the introduction to build their power and Illyria's excellently chosen dialogue, are especially wonderfully wrenching and perfectly fitting.
Before Buffy’s eyes, Illyria transformed. Miss Leather Vixen 2004 became a slight, sweet-smiling girl, wary-looking but full of welcome humanity.
“Hi Buffy. I’m Fred. Guess we never had a chance to get acquainted.”
“I heard about you, though. How you died.”
“I could say the same about you, couldn’t I? First time I heard of you, it was that you were gone. But then you came back.”
“Why are you putting on this show? I know it’s not really you any more.”
“I still have the memories, and the physical form. What’s unreal about that? I’m here for comfort, that’s all. I did as much for Wesley, while he died. Humans cleave to humanity as they wither and fade, or so I believed. Was I wrong?” Fred’s face blued as she spoke, Illyria resurfacing.
“Don’t.” Buffy rushed out the word. “You’re right. Please be Fred for me.”
Play Winifred For Me
ETA: Link fixed!