Fandoms: Arrow, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters: Buffy Summers, Malcolm Merlin
Prompt: If it weren't for the vengeance demons, Buffy would use the 'w' word to wish that she'd stop dating bad boys.
Prompt Made By: I. H. Scribe
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If it weren't for the vengeance demons, Buffy would use the w word to wish that she'd stop dating bad boys. Seriously, how hard could that possibly be?
Angel – tall, dark, and handsome – turned into a psychotic killer; Parker – the rebound – wham, bam, thank you ma'am'd her, as Faith had called it; Riley – Iowa corn-fed goodness – was part of a government project experimenting on demons; Spike, well, Spike.
Malcolm Merlin – rich, handsome, smart, and completely human – what more could a girl ask for in a lover? Well, besides not being an evil psychopathic archer that was planning to destroy half the city anyway.
And he was human, so Buffy couldn't even get work out her frustration by beating him to a pulp. Maybe her cookies weren't done baking after all. Buffy sighed and ordered another drink from Tommy, her boyfriend's son.
Her evil archer boyfriend had a son the same age as her younger sister. She really needed to get better at picking her out guys to date.
"Are you okay?" Tommy asked. Buffy gave him a sad smile, wondering if he knew anything about his father's plans to destroy the Glades.
"Do you have anything to do with your father and his plan to destroy the Glades?" Buffy asked, before frowning. That was one way of getting information, but now she felt like Anya.
"Wha-what?" Tommy asked.
"I'll take that as a no," Buffy said. "Well, at least the whole family's not evil."
"Wha?" Tommy repeated.
"Come sit down, dear," Buffy said, handing him her drink. "I think you need this more than me."
"The Glades?"
"Yeah. Sorry."
"We have to stop him."
"He's been planning it for years. You really think he's going to stop just because his son and his current bed warmer ask nicely?"
Tommy snorted, drained Buffy's drink in one go, and got up. "I need to find Oliver."
"Good luck. Stay safe."
"You too, Buffy. You're way too good for a guy like my father."
"Don't I know it," Buffy muttered.
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