#excuse any spelling mistakes it is almost 1am I am tired

[bambimanifests]

BYVS DR ~ intro !! 🧛🏻‍♀️

This DR is new, I took a shifting break to focus on my CR, as that needed, but now i am back, cause I started watching Buffy and want to shift there!

So for some basics I’m shifting around s2, I haven’t seen the whole show yet, currently I am on s3 & I will continue to watch it, hopefully even after I shift as I want to watch it to the end. My name is same as my CR and I just chose a last name, i’m 16, same grade as Buffy and others, I live with my mom only and she works on the outskirts of Sunnydale, as a nurse I believe…

For relationships, I’m friends with the whole Scooby-Team or whatever, Buffy, Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia & Giles (+ honourable mention to Jenny Calendar).

My s/o will either be Buffy or Spike, at least that’s the plan, I gotta say I like them both a lot, even though I feel like there is so much more Spike to see and probably a lot of development for both characters I enjoy them both, but I am leaning towards Buffy.

And lastly my backstory, so I didn’t want to be a random person that just stumbled into Buffy, I like having powers and such in my supernatural DRs, so as I am on s3 I don’t know if anything like this exists in the Buffy-verse, with the exception of Drusilla who does have visions, so I scripted I’m a seer, basically I have predictions of the future that mostly if not always come true, I dream of the future, but I also read tarot (as I do here), I scripted that I’m really good at it, cause even though I would say I’m good at it, I have my weak spots when it comes to readings in my CR.

So I essentially can read the future or see it, or both.

Some helpful basics to script if you plan to shift to BTVS:

— your homework is always done, you always pass every test, you have enough grades and been to enough classes to pass (you may miss a lot, so just so you pass this can be helpful!)

— you cannot be possessed by any demons (unless you want to be a vampire I suppose? but it’s not really you in that case…i think)

— good stamina, you’re fit, win every/most fights,

— your parents/guardians are chill, they don’t mind if your grades slip, they don’t notice if you sneak out, they won’t find your stakes or anything vampire/supernatural related etc.

— vampires won’t feed on you, you can’t be mind controlled by the Master, Drusilla can’t get into your head or any other vampire for that matter.

^ pretty sure there is more, but i’m too tired to think, remember to shift safely 🩷

[squadron-leader-farrier]

so, hello there, my guys! as per usual, i am here writing this at 1am on an exam night, but i can’t help it now, can i? i really wanted to write some softness for the boys after that god awfully painful thing i wrote last time, so here it is

note that this is merely a draft, not a final work, this is going to be part of my fic on ao3, which i should update soon so there’s like not much thought to any accuracy per say. for fucks sake its 1am i am not in the mood for research, i just wanna write some happiness in their angsty lives, so here you go:

{i’m actually too tired to proof read this so please excuse any grammatical/spelling mistakes}

cherry wine

it was a lazy saturday evening at the house. they were so engrossed in doing their own thing, they didn’t even notice that the radio had started playing static.

Collins was learning a new tune on the piano from the new book of sheet music that Farrier had given him as a spontaneous gift. he himself was lounging on the sofa, engrossed in the book, listening to the tune being played. occasionally he would look up at him and smile. 

most of the days they’d just talk about nothing, but now with the new books and everything, it was easier to spend time in each other’s presence, and not talking, because it did get pretty exhausting at times. now, they could just bask in each other’s presence and do their thing. nothing to worry about, nothing to stress about. 

it almost felt unreal. as if the peace would be interrupted any minute by sirens and shouting. 

it didn’t. and it wouldn’t. not for a very, very long time. 

Collins eventually for bored and stopped playing, realized that the radio was on and playing static, so he went to turn it off.

“ah, bugger. i was wondering where the noise was coming from” he said. Farrier looked up from his book, and eyed Collins, who was now headed for the wine cabinet. he saw him looking 

“care for some?” he asked

“sure” he replied and sat up straight. read some more, as Collins got the glasses ready and picked out his favourite bottle. 

“oooh, good stuff. i forgot we had this” he said holding out a bottle, looking at the old worn label. “you gave it to me the first time we met” he said, smiling at the fond memory. 

“yeah, i remember. cost a bit, but it was worth it” he winked, which made the blond all flustered. 

“what a flirt” he giggled, as he popped out the cork and nodded his head. he poured it in the glass, watching as the rich, red liquid swirled around in the glass walls viciously. 

“hmmm... smells good. very wine-y” he said in mock thoughtfulness, as he pretended to be a wine connoisseur, which earned him a fond smile and a soft chuckle, 

he handed the glass to him, as he proceeded to snuggle up next to him. 

“we should make a toast” 

“hmmm. let me think”

after a moment

“to burning spitfires”

“to burning spitfires”

they laughed, as they clinked their glasses together. Farrier had the book open on his lap, upside down, to mark the page he was reading. Collins saw that and remarked “ever use a bookmark, will ye?”

“no, cause i like seeing you get all cut up over it. it’s adorable”

“but you’re ruining the spine!” he said in despair, as he picked up the book, and snuggled closer to his boyfriend.

“the assorted works of William Shakespeare” he read the title out loud, which was printed in gold on the leather cover. 

“give the lad a break, would ya?” he said sarcastically. 

“well, he shouldn’t have written such good sonnets then” 

“that’s fair, i guess. i do love the poems you write for me” Collins said, which made the brunette smile. whether the warm feeling inside him was because of the wine or Collins, he could not tell, maybe a heavenly combination of both. 

it would usually take a tremendous amount of effort to get so much as a smile on the man’s face at work, but Collins had to just barely even smile, and he would turn to mush. it must be love he thought. 

“anything for you, darlin’“ he replied.

Collins had started reading a passage out loud, while snuggled closer, with a strong arm around his shoulders, playing with his shirt sleeve. 

listening to him read, was almost hypnotic, even as he comically over-exaggerated his “acting”. the way he held the book in one hand, the almost-empty glass in the other. how soft his hair felt against his neck, as he made himself more and more comfortable. just being his usual adorable self. perhaps “kitten” was the most perfect nickname for him than he’d ever imagined.

he finally finished the speech, downed the rest of the wine and asked 

“how’d i do?”

“wonderful, my love. absolutely splendid” 

“will i win any prizes?”

“well, if you’re considering joining theatre, then yes, of course”

“hmm... kiss me then” he said, shifting to face him. More than happy to oblige, Farrier leaned closer, till their lips touched, closing the little space between them. His lips tasted like the sweet cherry wine the had been drinking, the feeling inside, felt like burning embers. 

he broke away, too soon, to keep his glass on the table and Collins followed suit, before he was immediately pulled in again. he carelessly tossed the book behind him on the sofa, freeing both his hands to put his arms around his neck, and run a hand through his hair. 

Farrier cradled his face in his hand, grazing a thumb over the apple of his cheek, ever so lightly, ever so careful because he looked as delicate as a dragonfly’s wing. the other hand brushing the side of his head, feeling the soft downy hair. it trailed to the nape of his neck, and pulled him closer. 

he could feel Collins’ lips curl into a smile against his. 

it was sweet and ardent. made him feel a little warm, just like the wine. Farrier actually realized how close he was to the love of his life, as a soft sound escaped his mouth, as they breathed together, catching each others’ breath. 

it was exhilarating, yet calming  it felt like he was floating six feet above the ground, yet it was so grounding.

they pulled away, finally, foreheads touching, making eye contact for a brief moment. He noticed that Collins’ beautiful baby blue eyes were glassy, his face was flushed pink all over, like roses bloomed. he blinked and looked down, suddenly very shy. His eyelashes settling ever so gently on his skin. they were like violin strings that would play sweet melodies of love in heaven. 

He studied everything about the blond. the tiny freckles that dotted his face like constellations, his eyes, that were like the ocean, and his cheeks which bloomed like roses. what a beautiful angel he had in front of him, he thanked god for whatever he had done to deserve this. 

he lightly brushed a thumb over his lips, which transformed into a smile. they were pink and swollen from what they’d endured, but oh, so beautiful and soft. he wanted to kiss them again, to feel that feeling of pure bliss again, and so  he did. 

this one was short, but he savored every moment of it. 

he knew he was in love, 

because he was loved back.

he knew it was love, 

when not only did he not stop him, 

he kissed back.