Ficlet: Breakable (complete)
Aug. 8th, 2005 05:15 ami sat down to finish writing the end of "always turned on," but this is what my pencil came up with instead. (i can't help it... i love angelus.)
Title: Breakable
Rating: I'd give it an R probably.
Pairing: Not Spangel! This is my first non-Spangelic fanfic. Also, my first het.
Disclaimer: This story takes place in the Angel fandom, with which I am not affiliated in any way. The characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox, etc.
Warnings: No explicit sex, but references to Ds/SM. And some bad words.
Summary: Fred's missing something.
Author's Notes: This story is set during the Season 4 episodeSoulless Calvary.
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Breakable
She looked at herself in the mirror again, calmly putting one strand of dark hair behind her ear. Thin. She'd been too thin even before she'd spent five years starving in a hell dimension. The last year and a half, she'd eaten like a hog to make up for it, but nothing seemed to stick. Doomed to live her entire life with practically no breasts. She smoothed her tank top over her chest. Fragile.
That's how they saw her. Too easily broken. Charles, with his frustratingly gentle hands, scared to hurt her. Wesley, constantly raking his eyes over her body but still too afraid to touch her. With his new tough-guy attitude, she thought maybe he'd imagined taking her roughly, but he would never do it. Probably not even if she asked him to.
And she'd thought about it, about asking Wesley to hurt her. Charles could never bring himself to do it - always shied away, made some macho excuse that he might end up taking it too far, that she wouldn't like it if that happened. Not understanding that's what she wanted from him, his strength. It's what she craved. His feathery touches drove her crazy with lust, but she needed more than that - needed something hard and sharp to balance out the featheriness.
She wondered if Wesley would understand the need for pain. On a clinical level, certainly. He may even be able to deliver it. But she imagined him dominating her as a man who did what was required of him and nothing more, with no real interest in the procedure or the outcome, only in what he would get in return. Like trade. Commerce.
She'd once written an entire treatise on commerce. It had covered most of the back wall of her cave, complete with figures and formulas. (One bucket of seera phlegm plus four eiger heads plus two bottles of yellow hox venom equals the worth of one human soul to crush under your hairy green heel. And she ought to know; she'd done enough field research.) It was all very precise.
She didn't want precise anymore. She was tired of precise. Everything in her life had been so scientific, carefully measured out with beakers and scales. And with precise came objective. And with objective came detached. Nothing seemed real to her anymore - like she wasn't a part of the world, instead looking at it with the eye of a scientist staring through a microscope. Nothing touched her. She wanted to feel something hard enough to hurt, something hot enough to burn. She needed some part of the world to affect her.
She took some deep breaths to steady herself. He'd hear her heart racing, she knew, but it couldn't be helped. When she was little, she used to try to slow her heartbeats on purpose, so the monsters under the bed wouldn't know she knew they were there. The monsters always figured it out, though. Which is why she wasn't surprised when she came down the stairs to the basement and saw him standing there waiting for her, leaning casually against the steel bars with a smirk on his face.
She raised the tranquilizer gun to chest level and aimed it at him as she walked in. She stopped before she came to the painted red line on the floor, which marked the extent of his reach.
"Fred," he acknowledged her pleasantly. "It's nice to see... so much of you." His gaze slid lewdly down her body as he took in the tank top and miniskirt. It made her feel dirty and she liked it, liked it even more when he moved a hand to his crotch and started to rub over it, eyeing the tops of her thighs. "You just come down here to show off your skinny legs, or were you hoping I'd make good on my threat?"
"Which threat would that be?" she asked, carefully keeping her eyes averted from his hand.
"The one where I rape you to death," he replied with a smile. "Because let me tell you, you sure dressed for it." She didn't try to deny this, and it seemed to please him. "I can still use the accent if you want," he added, "although mine's not nearly as sexy as your sweet Texas twang."
The thought of this dangerous creature finding any part of her sexy was a turn-on by itself. She watched him breathe in deeply through his nose, and his smile got even wider. "You don't know how hot you make me, do you?" he asked her. "Thinking about you naked, your thighs spread open for me, your perky little tits waiting for my mouth." He suddenly vamped, and she took a small step back. He ran his tongue over the pointy teeth. "I know you wanna know what these feel like on your pretty pink titties."
She didn't try to deny that either.
He snapped his jaws closed and chuckled at her small jump of surprise. Then he was back in his human face, and he lowered his voice seductively. "Sometimes I think about bending you over the office desk - just flip up your skirt and slide right into your tight cunt." He closed his eyes. "Mmm... what do you think Gunn would say if I just fucked his little girlfriend right in front of everyone - and she loved it?" He opened his eyes again to leer at her, deep brown irises ringed with wicked gold. "You want that, don't you?" It really wasn't a question. He already knew. She could tell by the way he barely held back a triumphant smile. "That's why you came down here. I can smell it."
She was curious - in a purely scientific way - about why his comments didn't make her blush. She'd thought it would be embarrassing for him to find out how much she wanted him, how much she had wanted him ever since she found out what he was capable of. But in the moment, she wasn't embarrassed at all. Just ready. Ready for him to give her what she needed, without any stupid excuses or clinical precision. Ready to take what he would give her passionately, artistically, creatively. He would know exactly how much she could stand and how to drive her just past that point. He'd know how to break her like no one else would because she was too fragile. And he wanted it as much as she did.
She took one step forward, then stopped. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked softly. The gun was still pointed at him.
"What do you think?" he asked.
She considered. "I think if I let you out, I may want to die... afterwards."
He smiled at her answer. "I'll tell you what, sweetheart," he replied, "since you came down here willingly, smelling so nice for me... when I'm done with you, I'll let you choose. What do you say?"
For one silent moment, she didn't say or do anything at all. He watched her face, waiting for a decision. Then, the gun was being lowered, and she was stepping closer, across the red stripe on the concrete, reaching for the lock with a key between her fingers.
As she opened the gate, a strong hand closed harshly around her delicate wrist.
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Title: Breakable
Rating: I'd give it an R probably.
Pairing: Not Spangel! This is my first non-Spangelic fanfic. Also, my first het.
Disclaimer: This story takes place in the Angel fandom, with which I am not affiliated in any way. The characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox, etc.
Warnings: No explicit sex, but references to Ds/SM. And some bad words.
Summary: Fred's missing something.
Author's Notes: This story is set during the Season 4 episode
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Breakable
She looked at herself in the mirror again, calmly putting one strand of dark hair behind her ear. Thin. She'd been too thin even before she'd spent five years starving in a hell dimension. The last year and a half, she'd eaten like a hog to make up for it, but nothing seemed to stick. Doomed to live her entire life with practically no breasts. She smoothed her tank top over her chest. Fragile.
That's how they saw her. Too easily broken. Charles, with his frustratingly gentle hands, scared to hurt her. Wesley, constantly raking his eyes over her body but still too afraid to touch her. With his new tough-guy attitude, she thought maybe he'd imagined taking her roughly, but he would never do it. Probably not even if she asked him to.
And she'd thought about it, about asking Wesley to hurt her. Charles could never bring himself to do it - always shied away, made some macho excuse that he might end up taking it too far, that she wouldn't like it if that happened. Not understanding that's what she wanted from him, his strength. It's what she craved. His feathery touches drove her crazy with lust, but she needed more than that - needed something hard and sharp to balance out the featheriness.
She wondered if Wesley would understand the need for pain. On a clinical level, certainly. He may even be able to deliver it. But she imagined him dominating her as a man who did what was required of him and nothing more, with no real interest in the procedure or the outcome, only in what he would get in return. Like trade. Commerce.
She'd once written an entire treatise on commerce. It had covered most of the back wall of her cave, complete with figures and formulas. (One bucket of seera phlegm plus four eiger heads plus two bottles of yellow hox venom equals the worth of one human soul to crush under your hairy green heel. And she ought to know; she'd done enough field research.) It was all very precise.
She didn't want precise anymore. She was tired of precise. Everything in her life had been so scientific, carefully measured out with beakers and scales. And with precise came objective. And with objective came detached. Nothing seemed real to her anymore - like she wasn't a part of the world, instead looking at it with the eye of a scientist staring through a microscope. Nothing touched her. She wanted to feel something hard enough to hurt, something hot enough to burn. She needed some part of the world to affect her.
She took some deep breaths to steady herself. He'd hear her heart racing, she knew, but it couldn't be helped. When she was little, she used to try to slow her heartbeats on purpose, so the monsters under the bed wouldn't know she knew they were there. The monsters always figured it out, though. Which is why she wasn't surprised when she came down the stairs to the basement and saw him standing there waiting for her, leaning casually against the steel bars with a smirk on his face.
She raised the tranquilizer gun to chest level and aimed it at him as she walked in. She stopped before she came to the painted red line on the floor, which marked the extent of his reach.
"Fred," he acknowledged her pleasantly. "It's nice to see... so much of you." His gaze slid lewdly down her body as he took in the tank top and miniskirt. It made her feel dirty and she liked it, liked it even more when he moved a hand to his crotch and started to rub over it, eyeing the tops of her thighs. "You just come down here to show off your skinny legs, or were you hoping I'd make good on my threat?"
"Which threat would that be?" she asked, carefully keeping her eyes averted from his hand.
"The one where I rape you to death," he replied with a smile. "Because let me tell you, you sure dressed for it." She didn't try to deny this, and it seemed to please him. "I can still use the accent if you want," he added, "although mine's not nearly as sexy as your sweet Texas twang."
The thought of this dangerous creature finding any part of her sexy was a turn-on by itself. She watched him breathe in deeply through his nose, and his smile got even wider. "You don't know how hot you make me, do you?" he asked her. "Thinking about you naked, your thighs spread open for me, your perky little tits waiting for my mouth." He suddenly vamped, and she took a small step back. He ran his tongue over the pointy teeth. "I know you wanna know what these feel like on your pretty pink titties."
She didn't try to deny that either.
He snapped his jaws closed and chuckled at her small jump of surprise. Then he was back in his human face, and he lowered his voice seductively. "Sometimes I think about bending you over the office desk - just flip up your skirt and slide right into your tight cunt." He closed his eyes. "Mmm... what do you think Gunn would say if I just fucked his little girlfriend right in front of everyone - and she loved it?" He opened his eyes again to leer at her, deep brown irises ringed with wicked gold. "You want that, don't you?" It really wasn't a question. He already knew. She could tell by the way he barely held back a triumphant smile. "That's why you came down here. I can smell it."
She was curious - in a purely scientific way - about why his comments didn't make her blush. She'd thought it would be embarrassing for him to find out how much she wanted him, how much she had wanted him ever since she found out what he was capable of. But in the moment, she wasn't embarrassed at all. Just ready. Ready for him to give her what she needed, without any stupid excuses or clinical precision. Ready to take what he would give her passionately, artistically, creatively. He would know exactly how much she could stand and how to drive her just past that point. He'd know how to break her like no one else would because she was too fragile. And he wanted it as much as she did.
She took one step forward, then stopped. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked softly. The gun was still pointed at him.
"What do you think?" he asked.
She considered. "I think if I let you out, I may want to die... afterwards."
He smiled at her answer. "I'll tell you what, sweetheart," he replied, "since you came down here willingly, smelling so nice for me... when I'm done with you, I'll let you choose. What do you say?"
For one silent moment, she didn't say or do anything at all. He watched her face, waiting for a decision. Then, the gun was being lowered, and she was stepping closer, across the red stripe on the concrete, reaching for the lock with a key between her fingers.
As she opened the gate, a strong hand closed harshly around her delicate wrist.
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Date: 2005-08-08 07:10 pm (UTC)The title fits especially nicely. Your Fred is really ready to be broken, and it's disturbing. Shuddersome.
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Date: 2005-08-09 06:53 am (UTC)i know most of this piece is kind of inside fred's head, but my favorite part is when she's talking to angelus. he's so evil and hot! i luff him.
you know, i was thinking about it, and i think i like season-2-of-buffy angelus and season-4-of-angel angelus better than all the flashback angeluses. he's just evil-er. i wonder if it's because of the immediacy of his evilness, as opposed to the removed evilness of a flashback. with a flashback, there's always the "well he's not like that anymore" feeling, but when he's evil NOW, there's like... no hope. or something.
cause he's being evil to people you know, and someone has stolen his soul from the office safe! *gasp*
also, flashback angelus? is silly. he walks around going, "those were my nuns!" and "am i a bad bloke? i don't think so. not once you get to know me." so totally unscary.
this note is turning out to be a lot longer than i meant it, so i'm going to stop now. er... thanks for commenting. :)
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Date: 2005-08-09 07:14 am (UTC)I also have to agree with you that Angelus was more evil in the non-flashback form. I actually referred to him as evil condensed once. I think that he was more evil when he came back, because being trapped inside Angel had caused him to become completely insane. The Angelus that Liam became may have been an artist at killing, but I think a huge part of him was still just big old goofy 17th century frat boy Liam. There was somewhat of a splitting between the two halves with the part of him that had been Liam becoming more of Angel and the part that was demon becoming the Angelus that comes out later.
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Date: 2005-08-09 05:16 pm (UTC)i almost feel sorry for angelus... trapped inside angel like that. i mean, surely it's as hard for him to live with a soul as it is for angel to live with a demon. harder, even, because people with souls still sometimes have evil tendencies, but soulless demons are never naturally inclined to do good.
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Date: 2005-08-09 08:14 am (UTC)Also, you captured Angelus exactly as I imagine him, which is as a playful, raging pscyhopath. I don't believe in cuddly Angelus in any part of BtVS/AtS, not even flashbacks. I think this is him.
Wonderful, and I hope you don't mind if I friend you.
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Date: 2005-08-10 11:43 am (UTC)but... how can this be, oh creator of the furnitureverse? you are like the queen of dark! you're... you're drusilla! but like without the dolls, i'm guessing. (are there dolls?) :)
Also, you captured Angelus exactly as I imagine him, which is as a playful, raging pscyhopath.
hee! this is my angelus. there is no other! i actually just watched 'soulless' today to see if i came close to getting him right, and i think i did. *so happy* although i did notice that the "rape you to death" comment must have been in the next episode.
friend away! i am excited to have the great
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Date: 2005-08-09 09:04 pm (UTC)I agree with the theory that when Angelus makes his reappearances he seems more evil because he's basically been evil condensed. Also, he's forced to look at himself being what in his mind must be, a total loser/dork wuss, don't you think it makes him sick? I love flashback Angelus with his goofy moments and his dry sense of humor, but I think that he could be very scary as well. The thing is, you don't (or as far as I've seen you don't) see flashback Angelus in his moments of white hot rage or psychopathic glee.
I definitely agree that maybe Angelus feels he has to be incredibly horrible to sort of make up for being ensouled, once he's out. And yes, sicko that I am, I do feel sorry for Angelus. He's just a demon trying to do his job! ;> But back on track- this was very well done.
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Date: 2005-08-10 11:57 am (UTC)i also love flashback!angelus - i mean, what's not to like? besides the hair - but he just doesn't come off as scary, you know? but it's true, we didn't ever really see him in a rage. you'd think they would have made him angrier about the immortal in "the girl in question" but i guess they just wanted to keep it lighthearted and funny. which they did. it's one of my fav episodes.
glad i'm not the only one feeling sorry for trapped!angelus. he deserves a li'l fandom love. *snuggles the psychopath*
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Date: 2005-08-10 12:04 pm (UTC)if they like me, they must be cool. :D
thanks for letting me know.
and... and thanks for rec'ing me, frimfram! you're just so... good to me... *sniffle*
*throws her arms around you and weeps like a babyman* i luff you, frimmy!
*suddenly worries this might be awkward* *backs off* er... thanks.
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Date: 2005-08-11 09:37 am (UTC)And wow, great job with Angelus, he barely says anything but what he does say is frightening but also scarily enticing. And Angelus always getting to the heart of the matter, eh? In a heartbeat!
She was curious - in a purely scientific way - about why his comments didn't make her blush.
That was very nice, given all the scientific pondering up to that point!
And I also noticed the
PS Am I right in thinking this wasn't beta-ed?
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Date: 2005-08-11 10:23 am (UTC)and... if you mean beta-ed in the traditional sense - as in, showing someone all my mistakes before i embarrass myself by posting them - then... you're right, it wasn't.
*blush* is there something terribly wrong with it? i know i'm pretty bad about leaving out words... if you see a mistake, feel free to point it out.
now i'm all self-conscious about it! is it the pacing? is there something wrong with the pacing? like, i wondered if i went to fast when she started talking to angelus - you know, because like he immediately starts talking nasty to her without any build-up or anything...
i don't use a beta because i get so impatient. when i write something, i wanna post it NOW, you know?
*frantically reads back over it looking for things to change*
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Date: 2005-08-12 05:49 pm (UTC)Wow...what a wonderfully dark fic! Your characterization was spot-on and the tension was palpable throughout! I was drawn in from the first paragraph! Fabulous job!!
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Date: 2005-08-12 08:01 pm (UTC)i sort of like it this way though, so i'm not going to change it. :) thank you for the fb!
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Date: 2005-09-28 08:04 pm (UTC)Ready to take what he would give her passionately, artistically, creatively. Such a clear insight into her desires, her complexity.
In my mind, Fred is one of the only women who can give Angelus are real run for his money -- she has so much darkness just brimming under the surface. Thanks for bringing it out. I'm a fan.
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Date: 2005-09-29 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 08:19 pm (UTC)Sweet ficlet.
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Date: 2005-09-29 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-29 01:45 am (UTC)so dirty and earthy
love it!
so glad you making a sequel!
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Date: 2005-09-29 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-29 03:51 am (UTC)I read this and loved it. HET OMG! Must feed my dirty new addiction. MUST!!
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Date: 2005-09-29 05:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-10-14 11:30 pm (UTC)Re: Hot
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Date: 2005-10-27 01:30 am (UTC)Thanks for posting!!
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Date: 2006-01-14 08:44 pm (UTC)Terrifying. Wonderful. Love it.
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Date: 2006-01-14 08:45 pm (UTC)That should be
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Date: 2006-08-15 01:46 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-03-13 08:05 pm (UTC)if you're interested, i continued this story here: http://girlpire.livejournal.com/45515.html
i wrote nine(?) chapters before putting it on hiatus, but i'm still working on it and do plan to finish it eventually.
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Date: 2007-06-01 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-10-04 11:13 pm (UTC)Chilling yet believable, especially considering that Angelus is the antithesis to the Angel that Fred saw as a hero in Pylea. Yet I can believe that there's a darkness in her that draws her to him.
Wonderful ending, that moment of contact and no return.
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Date: 2007-10-05 02:06 pm (UTC)it's here if you're interested: http://girlpire.livejournal.com/45515.html
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Date: 2008-10-13 08:16 pm (UTC)I'm going through some of the entries I had seen and wanted to save for later and I'm thrilled I had a chance to catch up with this one.
Dark and delicious! I love Angelus/Fred and you handled them both in an awesomely awseome way.
I'm going to rec this on my journal!
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Date: 2008-10-26 02:37 pm (UTC)love that icon, btw.
Brilliant!!
Date: 2009-02-22 08:35 pm (UTC)I'm absolutely into that dark demon and I've read so many fics about him, but I must say, this is the first time I've seen that edge--the razors edge that makes Angelus such a difficult character to write so balanced. Usually writers either make him a "playful psycopath" or a "grumpy version of Angel"!
You've managed to make him both. Brilliant is the only word that comes to mind...Now I must go and read the sequeal to this!!
How do I say OMFG in real language? Well, I think you get it huh???
Summer
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