Disclaimer: Well, I'm not feeling up to anything creative-wise in the
disclaimer section. I own nothing Buffy the Vampire Slayer related. Joss
Whedon does. And I don't own A Midsummer Night's Dream. William Shakespeare
does. Or would, if he were alive today, or if his family has publishing
rights. Oh, and I don't own anything relating to the movie version.
Everything I own is crappy/ lame. No need to feel sorry, because my life
is terrible.
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Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
* Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream! * Author's Notes: I would like to apologize extensively for the long delay. But, as many of you writers know, real life can interfere, and mine interfered like a bitch. In the course of two months, I had to deal with ridiculous projects, including one that, if I didn't finish, would prohibit me from graduating. Then, I got cast in my school's spring play, given the hardest role imaginable. Somehow, I also got involved in the whole anti-war thing, but we won't get into that. At the same time, I'm being forced to look for a job, get things ready for my move to college in the fall, while keeping my GPA high so I don't loose my scholarships. And, if that isn't enough, my school choir was getting ready for our state competition (in which we took fourth place, so forgive my happy dance). But, things have calmed down, and the only thing I have to worry about is finals, and the many senior parties going on in the next month. So, writing, after a long delay, will continue. Thank you for waiting, and caring (kisses to Imzadi) * PS: I am crying for the upcoming series finale of BTVS, and still from the season finale of Angel. But, I will keep writing even when the show goes off the air. That's why Goddess invented syndicated TV. * * * * *
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Chapter Ten- Out of This Wood Do Not Desire Go
Queen Cordelia's eyes fluttered, smiling coyly at the gorgeous creature before her.
*Tall, dark, handsome, with a great taste in clothes, beautiful blue eyes, long ears, and chocolate-brown fur . . . what else could a girl want?*
"I said you have a really nice voice. You know, you should really look into doing those books on tape." Feeling bashful, she lowered herself onto the branch, letting her arms and legs drape over as she watched the beautiful-
*Human? Or is he an animal?* For a moment, she examined the thing. He wore the same clothes and held himself the way a man would, but the whole donkey ears and nose left a question.
*Oh, who the hell cares! He's here, and he's MINE!*
"So," she seductively whispered, "You have a name?"
Still clueless, the guy took a few steps backwards. "Um . . . Wesley. W- Wesley Price."
As he spoke, the human (?) took on a formal manner, which struck the queen instantly. *So, he also knows how to act in front of royalty. Is he the most perfect man in the world, or what?*
At that moment, he seemed to regain his senses. "Well, it was wonderful speaking to you, but as of this moment, I have to go catch my band." He started to turn around, eager to leave. "So, I have to say-"
"Ooh, you're in a band?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.
Wesley froze. "A-Actually, no. I am the manager of the band, the Groundlings. Have you heard of them . . ." he trailed off, knowing there was no possible way the crazy lady knew the local group.
"Manager." Her brow furrowed, a bit disappointed that he wasn't a rock star. From what she knew, musicians were very sexy. But her face lit up as she continued. "You're a manager? That means you have to be really smart."
This took Wesley back. Like all men, he loved inflating his ego. "Why . . . yes, that's true. I am considered exceedingly intelligent for a person in my year. I got a 1350 on my SAT's . . ."
"That's so cool," sighed Cordelia.
From what she knew, smart men were very sexy.
" . . . And I was actually offered a full ride from Harvard and Yale, but decided to go to the University of Sunnydale because they had an excellent business department. I've made the Dean's list every term, and am regarded in the department as- I don't mean to sound pigheaded- as the-"
"That's GREAT!" Cordelia silenced the man with an upraised hand. This Wesley guy may be a hottie, but he talked way too much.
"Yes." He reverted back to the uncomfortable feeling, wondering why a beautiful, and possibly crazy, woman in a tree was staring at him. It was like she was starving, and he was a cheeseburger.
"So, Mr. Price, I'm sure you find this whole situation ironic," she said, slipping down off the branches and landing on the ground with cat-like ease.
Eyes bugging out slightly, Wesley began to carefully move away from the woman. "How so?" he choked out, his voice catching in his throat.
Cordelia smiled. "You're incredibly hot, just like me."
"How exactly is that ironic?" asked the man, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure that out.
That caught Cordelia. Frowning, she began to chew on her lower lip, deep in thought.
Taking advantage of her pensive state, Wesley turned around and began to high tail himself away from the woman.
Seeing this, Cordelia immediately summoned her guards and servants, ordering them to catch her love.
Wesley attempted to dodge between the trees, but was caught instantly by a hand. Dragged in by his ears, he was immediately back in the clearing.
Thanking Lindsay the elf, Cordelia immediately wrapped her arms around Wesley's furry neck.
"God, you're just like every man," she sighed, beginning to pet him softly. "You admit that you like a person, but as soon as it's time to make a commitment, you run off."
He was taken aback. "I never admitted that I liked-"
"It doesn't need to be spoken, honey. I can see the adoration in your eyes. You don't have to worry. I will love you for all eternity, and you will never have to leave your new home. We'll be together, forever."
Attempting another escape, Wesley began to struggle, but the crazy bohemian Fleetwood Mac worshipper had a death-grip on him.
"Do you require anything, your majesty?" a voice asked. Wesley turned his head towards the voice. It belonged to Dawn. He began to study her outfit, his eyes taking on the size of dinner plates when he noticed the wings on her back.
*Fairy wings!*
"Yes Dawn," she answered. "I need for you to get this handsome visitor some clean clothes, and anything he wishes to eat."
"Right away, Queen Cordelia."
Dawn and Tara ran off, quick as lightning.
"Anything I can do for you, your majesty?" Asked Lindsay timidly.
"I need for you to guard the surrounding per- per-"
"Perimeter?"
A loud sigh erupted from her throat. "Yeah, the perimeter. Make sure You- Know-Who doesn't come around apologizing. I'm going to have my hands full with this one." She pointed a finger towards Wesley, stunned to statue-like proportions as he studied Lindsay's large, pointy ears.
As soon as he left, the other fairies came back, jeweled fabrics and food overflowing from their hands. Wesley found himself strangely drooling over the plate heaped with golden sweet hay.
"You two get him dressed and fed," ordered the queen. "When he's done, bring him to my room."
"Right away, your majesty."
Dawn went right to work, stripping the cheep suit off of his body without hesitation, but Tara was pulled away when Cordelia grabbed her arm.
"Could you do something special for me?" whispered Cordelia.
Nodding in response, Tara waited for the order.
"Make sure he comes to my room silently. He talks way too much. I hate it when you can't get a word in edgewise."
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Rating: PG-13- Naughtiness by the Bard
* Summary: 100% AU! Magic? Mistaken identity? Fairies? True love? And . . . donkey lovin'? BTVS meets Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream! * Author's Notes: I would like to apologize extensively for the long delay. But, as many of you writers know, real life can interfere, and mine interfered like a bitch. In the course of two months, I had to deal with ridiculous projects, including one that, if I didn't finish, would prohibit me from graduating. Then, I got cast in my school's spring play, given the hardest role imaginable. Somehow, I also got involved in the whole anti-war thing, but we won't get into that. At the same time, I'm being forced to look for a job, get things ready for my move to college in the fall, while keeping my GPA high so I don't loose my scholarships. And, if that isn't enough, my school choir was getting ready for our state competition (in which we took fourth place, so forgive my happy dance). But, things have calmed down, and the only thing I have to worry about is finals, and the many senior parties going on in the next month. So, writing, after a long delay, will continue. Thank you for waiting, and caring (kisses to Imzadi) * PS: I am crying for the upcoming series finale of BTVS, and still from the season finale of Angel. But, I will keep writing even when the show goes off the air. That's why Goddess invented syndicated TV. * * * * *
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Chapter Ten- Out of This Wood Do Not Desire Go
Queen Cordelia's eyes fluttered, smiling coyly at the gorgeous creature before her.
*Tall, dark, handsome, with a great taste in clothes, beautiful blue eyes, long ears, and chocolate-brown fur . . . what else could a girl want?*
"I said you have a really nice voice. You know, you should really look into doing those books on tape." Feeling bashful, she lowered herself onto the branch, letting her arms and legs drape over as she watched the beautiful-
*Human? Or is he an animal?* For a moment, she examined the thing. He wore the same clothes and held himself the way a man would, but the whole donkey ears and nose left a question.
*Oh, who the hell cares! He's here, and he's MINE!*
"So," she seductively whispered, "You have a name?"
Still clueless, the guy took a few steps backwards. "Um . . . Wesley. W- Wesley Price."
As he spoke, the human (?) took on a formal manner, which struck the queen instantly. *So, he also knows how to act in front of royalty. Is he the most perfect man in the world, or what?*
At that moment, he seemed to regain his senses. "Well, it was wonderful speaking to you, but as of this moment, I have to go catch my band." He started to turn around, eager to leave. "So, I have to say-"
"Ooh, you're in a band?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.
Wesley froze. "A-Actually, no. I am the manager of the band, the Groundlings. Have you heard of them . . ." he trailed off, knowing there was no possible way the crazy lady knew the local group.
"Manager." Her brow furrowed, a bit disappointed that he wasn't a rock star. From what she knew, musicians were very sexy. But her face lit up as she continued. "You're a manager? That means you have to be really smart."
This took Wesley back. Like all men, he loved inflating his ego. "Why . . . yes, that's true. I am considered exceedingly intelligent for a person in my year. I got a 1350 on my SAT's . . ."
"That's so cool," sighed Cordelia.
From what she knew, smart men were very sexy.
" . . . And I was actually offered a full ride from Harvard and Yale, but decided to go to the University of Sunnydale because they had an excellent business department. I've made the Dean's list every term, and am regarded in the department as- I don't mean to sound pigheaded- as the-"
"That's GREAT!" Cordelia silenced the man with an upraised hand. This Wesley guy may be a hottie, but he talked way too much.
"Yes." He reverted back to the uncomfortable feeling, wondering why a beautiful, and possibly crazy, woman in a tree was staring at him. It was like she was starving, and he was a cheeseburger.
"So, Mr. Price, I'm sure you find this whole situation ironic," she said, slipping down off the branches and landing on the ground with cat-like ease.
Eyes bugging out slightly, Wesley began to carefully move away from the woman. "How so?" he choked out, his voice catching in his throat.
Cordelia smiled. "You're incredibly hot, just like me."
"How exactly is that ironic?" asked the man, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure that out.
That caught Cordelia. Frowning, she began to chew on her lower lip, deep in thought.
Taking advantage of her pensive state, Wesley turned around and began to high tail himself away from the woman.
Seeing this, Cordelia immediately summoned her guards and servants, ordering them to catch her love.
Wesley attempted to dodge between the trees, but was caught instantly by a hand. Dragged in by his ears, he was immediately back in the clearing.
Thanking Lindsay the elf, Cordelia immediately wrapped her arms around Wesley's furry neck.
"God, you're just like every man," she sighed, beginning to pet him softly. "You admit that you like a person, but as soon as it's time to make a commitment, you run off."
He was taken aback. "I never admitted that I liked-"
"It doesn't need to be spoken, honey. I can see the adoration in your eyes. You don't have to worry. I will love you for all eternity, and you will never have to leave your new home. We'll be together, forever."
Attempting another escape, Wesley began to struggle, but the crazy bohemian Fleetwood Mac worshipper had a death-grip on him.
"Do you require anything, your majesty?" a voice asked. Wesley turned his head towards the voice. It belonged to Dawn. He began to study her outfit, his eyes taking on the size of dinner plates when he noticed the wings on her back.
*Fairy wings!*
"Yes Dawn," she answered. "I need for you to get this handsome visitor some clean clothes, and anything he wishes to eat."
"Right away, Queen Cordelia."
Dawn and Tara ran off, quick as lightning.
"Anything I can do for you, your majesty?" Asked Lindsay timidly.
"I need for you to guard the surrounding per- per-"
"Perimeter?"
A loud sigh erupted from her throat. "Yeah, the perimeter. Make sure You- Know-Who doesn't come around apologizing. I'm going to have my hands full with this one." She pointed a finger towards Wesley, stunned to statue-like proportions as he studied Lindsay's large, pointy ears.
As soon as he left, the other fairies came back, jeweled fabrics and food overflowing from their hands. Wesley found himself strangely drooling over the plate heaped with golden sweet hay.
"You two get him dressed and fed," ordered the queen. "When he's done, bring him to my room."
"Right away, your majesty."
Dawn went right to work, stripping the cheep suit off of his body without hesitation, but Tara was pulled away when Cordelia grabbed her arm.
"Could you do something special for me?" whispered Cordelia.
Nodding in response, Tara waited for the order.
"Make sure he comes to my room silently. He talks way too much. I hate it when you can't get a word in edgewise."