One Tequila, Two Tequila… 1
Title: One Tequila, Two Tequila… Author: ficbitch82 (aka: Angelicgal82) Posted originally: 12-19-2001 Rating: R Email Category: Humour Content: C/A Summary: Response to “The…
Author: califi
Mum of 2, Grandma of 2, A bit of a geek (LOVE computers, lol), Used to write fanfiction re: BtVS & AtS - Cordelia/Angel 'shipper' A decade ago now, but keep meaning to finish WiP's, and rewrite a lot of it, :p) but also love general related-to-shows fic. In RL, more into reading thriller/crime, based on religion (ie: Dan Brown, Chris Kuneski type stuff) and watching CSI/Criminal Minds, and also Grimm and various 'paranormal' stuff. that's about it! :D
Merry Christmas.
Title: Merry Christmas Author: Christie aka angelicgal82/ficbitch8282 Posted: Email Rating: PG Category: Content: Summary: It’s Christmas in the hotel and Angel’s spending it…
Downward Spiral. 2
*** Three days had passed since he’d last spoken to Cordelia and the black-hole-of-Darla-shaped-despair had multiplied. Cordelia had refused to talk to Angel…
Downward Spiral. 1
Title: Downward Spiral Author: Christie (aka ficbitch8282/angelicgal82) Posted here: Oct 2014 Email Rating: Category: Halloween Ficathon 2009 Content: C/A & the gang. Summary:…
Dreaming of You. 12
Part 12 “Cordelia, what the hell were you thinking?” He asked, frowning. “Uhm… That I didn’t wanna die…” She said, giving him her…
Dreaming of You. 11
Part 11 Angel stumbled to his feet. There were two things wrong with this scenario. Well, three actually. Number one being Cordelia, growing…
Dreaming of You. 10
Part 10 “Can I… Talk to you?” The voice was tentative. At first, she wasn’t even sure she’d heard it. But slowly, Buffy…
Dreaming of You. 9
Part 9 Sleep’s becoming a problem. It’s not the actual going to sleep part that worries me. It’s the dreams, and the fear…
Dreaming of You. 8
Part 8 I feel like a freak. They’re all walking round on eggshells, thinking that I’m going to break. So, these are my…
Dreaming of You. 7
Part 7 “Where do you want me?” She asked quietly, her shoulders slumped forward. She sat on the couch, not looking up at…