Ficlet: We Three Ghosts Of Accident Are
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beer_good_foamySo I always try to post a holiday fic around this time of year, but I was just starting to come to terms with not being able to come up with one this year, especially since I still have to get my whichwillow fic done in the next couple of days. Then it occurred to me - there are two classic holiday stories I've never used in fic: The Night Before Christmas and A Christmas Carol. So I figured why not mash'em both up and also make it Faith/Willow because why not.
So, happy whatever everyone!
Title: We Three Ghosts Of Accident Are
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy, post-series/A Christmas Carol/The Night Before Christmas
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Rating: PG13
Word count: 321
Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, and Faith got a visit from some ghosts. That's OK, Slayers know how to handle the undead.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the camp
Not a demon was stirring, not even a vamp
But lo! In the bedroom, an energy swirled
A figure appeared, and a loud voice unfurled:
"Behold, I am the ghost of Christmas pa-"
Right quick he was lit'rally cut off and floored
As a girl from the bed sprang with a big-ass sword
And chopped off his head with a *whack* and a *thud*
Returned to the bed covered in spectral blood.
But long would she not rest, before once again
A phantom appeared in the place of his friend
He rattled his chains and spoke, voice cold as ice:
"Behold, I am the ghost of Christmas pre-"
A stake thrown through his heart, that would have to suffice.
The girl groaned and checked that her partner still slept
Then rose from the bed in time to intercept
The third ghost, who entered the room the same way
And spoke, got his neck snapped, and dusted away:
"Behold, I am the ghost of Christmas yet to - Hey, what are you - OW!"
The girl took a shaky breath, looked at her bae
And willed thoughts of Christmases crappy away.
Then the other girl stirred, and yawned and awoke
Looked up at the one standing still, and then spoke:
"Faith? What are you doing out of bed? Wanna talk about - no, OK. But if you're looking for your presents they're hidden in another dimension, so you'll have to wait til tomorrow to open them like everyone else, missy."
"Jesus, Red, I coulda sworn I said no presents."
"You said you didn't want anything. That doesn't mean I can't get you anything."
"...Whatever. It's your checkbook."
The Slayer did snark, but got back into bed
Both slept, smiling, dreamt neither back nor ahead
When you know that your wishes can take you too far
Sometimes you just want things to stay as they are.
So, happy whatever everyone!
Title: We Three Ghosts Of Accident Are
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Fandom: Buffy, post-series/A Christmas Carol/The Night Before Christmas
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Rating: PG13
Word count: 321
Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, and Faith got a visit from some ghosts. That's OK, Slayers know how to handle the undead.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the camp
Not a demon was stirring, not even a vamp
But lo! In the bedroom, an energy swirled
A figure appeared, and a loud voice unfurled:
"Behold, I am the ghost of Christmas pa-"
Right quick he was lit'rally cut off and floored
As a girl from the bed sprang with a big-ass sword
And chopped off his head with a *whack* and a *thud*
Returned to the bed covered in spectral blood.
But long would she not rest, before once again
A phantom appeared in the place of his friend
He rattled his chains and spoke, voice cold as ice:
"Behold, I am the ghost of Christmas pre-"
A stake thrown through his heart, that would have to suffice.
The girl groaned and checked that her partner still slept
Then rose from the bed in time to intercept
The third ghost, who entered the room the same way
And spoke, got his neck snapped, and dusted away:
"Behold, I am the ghost of Christmas yet to - Hey, what are you - OW!"
The girl took a shaky breath, looked at her bae
And willed thoughts of Christmases crappy away.
Then the other girl stirred, and yawned and awoke
Looked up at the one standing still, and then spoke:
"Faith? What are you doing out of bed? Wanna talk about - no, OK. But if you're looking for your presents they're hidden in another dimension, so you'll have to wait til tomorrow to open them like everyone else, missy."
"Jesus, Red, I coulda sworn I said no presents."
"You said you didn't want anything. That doesn't mean I can't get you anything."
"...Whatever. It's your checkbook."
The Slayer did snark, but got back into bed
Both slept, smiling, dreamt neither back nor ahead
When you know that your wishes can take you too far
Sometimes you just want things to stay as they are.
