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   TITLE: My Tears They Cried Aloud

   AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Hell'verse aka alt-S6)

   CHARACTER(s): Buffy Summers; Amy Madison; Dawn Summers; OC (Cissy aka Cecelia Martinez);

   LENGTH: 300;

   RATING: R (for adult situations)

   A/N: This story is set in a very bleak alternative season seven. Willow has gone over to something worse than the dark side in her head, and none of her friends can reach her.

           In the context of this story, Dawn accidentally discovered what had happened to Amy after the events ending season six; Buffy has found out and... well wishes she didn't know that her friend had become something even the darkness feared.

          The concept for this story has morphed several times; most may end up being stories in themselves; the genesis of this version began all the way back in the weeks after Seeing Red was aired.

         The title results from a misheard lyric to the Lacuna Coil song, The Ghost Woman and the Hunter, and that eventually hooked up with the slow opening to Cole Porter's Love for Sale.

 

     Buffy stalked Amy all the way from the abandoned Sanderson's warehouse to a barely lit shelter just south of the Ninth Street shelter; only one in Sunnydale that allowed demons; half-breeds anyway.

   There was Cissy; running her rickety old hot dog stand.

   Not that Cissy sold dogs, or anything really. Hard to know if she understood what she handed over to the strange; abandoned and derelict 'people' who handed over whatever coinage they'd managed to scavenge for holding their meagre possessions during the day.

   Grabbing Amy's wrist as she grasped the small packet; Buffy forced Will's old friend to open her hand. It was white, but it wasn't illegal for a Human to have it in their possession.

   Buffy wasn't sure she wanted to know what it was.

   No. She was sure she didn't.

   For a couple of seconds they stared into each other's eyes; one holding back tears, the other already half lost to oblivion.

   Whispered question answered; explanation proffered, worse than ever Buffy had imagined.

   Or feared.

   She never felt older than when she watched the wreck they had abandoned shuffling away; dulling her senses enough to pay for hell's protection.

   Long after Amy had disappeared, Buffy turned herself back home; all thought of patrolling drowned by tears that seemed endless.

   She silently opened the door to Dawn's room; softly sat beside her slumbering sister and began stroking her hair; crooning some barely remembered tuneless her mother had soothed her with.

   It didn't work.

 

   “After Rack there aren't many willing to risk her anger; the ones who sell the real stuff won't even risk her finding out they'd even been seen with me.

    Amy had shrugged.

     This will get me there faster, I guess.

 

   Buffy eventually fell asleep, wetting Dawn's hair with tears that seemed to be crying themselves.  






    
    



     Goddess watch over you and those you love, 

     kerk hiraeth 














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   TITLE: The Silver Answer Rang

  AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (FemaleHusband!verse)

  CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane; Tara Maclay; Buffy Summers;

  'SHIP(s): Faith/Tara; Buffy/Angel;

  LENGTH: 200; 

  RATING: R (for strong language); 

  A/N: Set in the FemaleHusband!verse (centred around a Faith/Tara relationship); this may be the start of a new series within that 'verse.

         The idea for this began in another fandom altogether; another poet too. My mind was on a Korean web series called She Makes My Heart Flutter released in November; also on the characters of Yun Sol & Seo Ji-wan and their friends Yu Na-bi & Oh Bit-na, from another Korean series, Nevertheless.

        Most of the story in the former takes place in a bar named after Emily Dickinson, but the original thought; which will likely inspire stories, evolved into stories inspired by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnets from the Portuguese.

       There's always been the thought behind this 'verse that; even though Faith & Tara become lovers; then a couple, that Faith does not see herself as a lesbian; neither does Tara. I've always wanted to explore that idea and now; finally, that may be coming to pass. Only time will tell on that, but both the title of this story, and the overall title of the series; should that happen, come from the first of the sonnets ~ a copy of which Angel gave Buffy as a gift in Helpless.

 

     Faith often wondered why, after she and Tara had become lovers; not friends or guarded and guard bitch, she still got creamy over dick.

  For fuck's sake; she'd teased 'B' enough times!

  But always ~ Always! ~ she'd needed to go out and fuck some piece of ass until he was barely able to function.

  She even thought of dick when she and Tara were fucking.

  Even now her brain would flood over some dick she'd fucked back in the day.

 

  Back in the day...

  She'd been barely a kid herself; fucking with girls to get some dick hard.

 

  And Tara was all woman.

  All woman.

  Stamina she had too; strapping Faith, a Slayer, until she herself could barely function.

  And what Tara could do with her...

  Fucking witchcraft was what it was.

 

  And yet.

  And yet...

 

  She never got wet over other women.

  Not even 'B' got her creaming.

  She never used toys.

  Always the real thing.

  Only what was the real thing anyway?

  She wasn't sure anymore, but still got wet over dick; not pussy.

 

  Something 'B' had said came to mind.

 

   'Guess now who holds thee?

    Death, I said.

    But then the silver answer rang,

     Not Death, but Love.'

 

 

 

   from Sonnets from the Portuguese (1845-6)

    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

     one

 

   I thought once how Theocritus had sung

   Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

   Who each one in a gracious hand appears

   To bear a gift for mortals, old or young;

   And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

   I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

   The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

   Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

   A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,

  So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

  Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair,

  And a voice said in mastery while I strove,

  Guess now who holds thee? - Death I said. But, there

  The silver answer rang: Not Death, but Love.

 

 

    Image of Faith Lehane from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

 

 

   May the Goddess watch over you, and those you love, 

   kerk hiraeth 



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  TITLE: Fools are those that believe that a smile is a sign of happiness

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Transit Girls

  CHARACTER(s): Mirai Kadowaki, Nao Fukuzawa;

  'SHIP(s): Sayuri Hayama / Yui Shida,

  LENGTH: 1,000 

  A/N: Some context; Transit Girls was shown late in 2015, with the eight, and final, episode being on December 26th. It was the first Web or TV series in Japan, which featured a lesbian couple (they are the ones named in 'SHIP(s) ) ; the characters featured in this story are Mirai, who has fallen for Nao; who has a sibling-like relationship with Sayuri (they have lived next door to each other their entire lives.

          Both have, in the context of this story, suffered heartbreak, partly as a result of the 21 year old Yui & the 18 year old Sayuri falling in love. The pair meet because Yui's mother & Sayuri's father have fallen in love. This story is about the aftermath for Mirai & Nao and is set just before xmas, just after the conclusion of the series. 

         The title is a quote by Spanish writer Paula Acedo. My unreserved gratitude goes out to 

[personal profile] elisi

         Here is the wikipedia page for the series en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transit_Girls & this the fanvid that introduced me to Yui & Sayuri and Transit Girls; only a couple of weeks ago I finally got to see the series www.youtube.com/watch 

 Edit: Life got in the way, but the story is now up on Ao3 archiveofourown.org/works/44160856

 

     Mirai imagined she saw a small shadow of pain cross Nao-kun's features as he approached; sat as she was at the same table where they had first discussed studying the problem together. 

  Today neither of them had any mind on that problem at all; both were far away in their thoughts. 
 

  For his part Nao could sense Mirai-chan seeking to hide behind an uncharacteristically heightened formality, though even around her best friend she had never been inappropriate. 

  As the friendships formed around Sayuri-san and himself, Mirai-chan too had relaxed; even taking on some of Sayuri's mischievous humour. 

  Tensing up as Sayuri came to the fore of his mind he noticed she seemed reluctant even to look at him. 

  Nao found himself saddened by this. 

  Realising he was mirroring Mirai-chan Nao forced himself to relax as he sat beside her. He was certain he failed or; having succeeded, made things worse. 

 

  He felt Mirai-chan's pain. 

  She felt Nao-kun's pain. 

 

  Mirai knew nothing now would happen between them; everyone knew that Sayuri's heart belonged to another, and only their other friend, Aoi, knew who that other was, and she had already left with her family to spend Christmas with relatives, leaving Mirai feeling isolated. 

  Mirai knew some perceived her as naïve, but she understood her friend's attraction for a woman as beautiful as Yui-chan. 

  She knew though that many would find their love shameful, and that she did not fully understand; pain had caused her to use harsh words but, at the time she had believed Sayuri was taking Nao-kun from her; embarrassing once Sayuri's true affections were confessed. 

 

  She did not believe her friend capable of anything shameful. 

  She only wished she had not been caught at the heart of it. 

  Because she hurt. 

 

  It was pain she would bear because she loved Sayuri, and found Yui-chan kind and generous; seeming distant only to people she did not know. 

  She would bear the pain of knowing that Nao-kun would never feel for her what he felt for his childhood friend; forever remaining a sibling to him. 

  Mirai would bear the pain of their sudden formality; finding his honourable treatment of her now almost as painful as his honestly stated rejection of her feelings. 

  That he would never seek to take advantage of her feelings at such a time deepened her affection; making the knowledge they would never be returned all the more painful. 

  Mirai knew she would bear it for being the cause of pain to Nao-kun by forcing him to choose between her friendship and Sayuri-chan's would be even worse. 

 

  Nao, knowing the pain of acceptance of Sayuri's love for Yui-chan; could see Mirai-chan's pain in the way she held herself. 

  He recalled her tears at his rejection of her; could see that her own pain was as hard for her to bear as his own was. 

  Their commonality in this would have fascinated the ancient philosophers. 

  He felt his heart wanting to reach out to comfort her, but knew instinctively this was not the proper time for such a response. 

 

  In such grievous unity they began studying the problem; talking; slowly and painfully formal, over what each, in their own terms, did not understand about it. 

  Then Mirai reached over as she perceived a potential solution, and froze as their hands touched; embarrassed, she looked at him for the first time, and saw an equally embarrassed expression on Nao-kun's face. 

  She actually managed a smile; making him grin even through his pain. 

  Then she witnessed a tear forming and; wishing she could kiss it away, blushed and looked down at her hands; now on her lap. 

  As were Nao-kun's. 

 

  “Mirai... we need to talk, “ his voice cracking. 

 

  As much as she felt shocked, Mirai's attention micro-focussed on a single tear; brazenly she wiped it from his cheek with her thumb. 

 

  Nao felt embarrassment at his emotionality; impressed at how much Mirai-chan had grown since Sayuri had confessed her feelings for Yui-chan to her. He felt more embarrassment as he sensed a maturity he had under-estimated in her. 

 

  Both knew that nothing would happen between them now. 

  He would accept Sayuri's love for Yui-chan; his love for she who would ever be his sister remaining unshaken and her own love for him would also fade over time. 

  It could not lessen their current pain, but nothing now could happen between them. 

 

  To Nao's surprise a grin crossed Mirai's face. She spoke a little shakily; trying to hide her own, unshed, tears. 

 

  “Perhaps we could gain easement by watching bad western movies, and listening to terrible Christmas songs?” 

 

  Nao released a small chuckle at Mirai's idea. 

 

  He suggested a movie with giant ants; she suggested stealing an album her father loved to torture his family with. 

 

  “A new Christmas tradition?” 

 

  Mirai nodded, answering him with fake intensity; saying, “I will bring root beer.” 

  Nao, pretending serious thought, responded with equally exaggerated intensity, “I will make popcorn.” 

 

  They both managed to laugh at the silliness, and their own embarrassment, and shook hands on the deal; recognising the beginning of a newer, stronger bond of friendship between them. 

  As painful as things would get they would be stronger on the other side because they had held each other up. 

 

  She still wished her love had been returned. 

  He still wished his love had been returned. 

 

  They would be there for Sayuri; probably for Aoi as well, who would almost inevitably return from the visit to her relatives heart broken over a boy she had been forced to leave behind; who never called. 

  They would be there for each other; helping each other through the other's heartbreak; holding their friend up when their strength threatened to fail.  

  They had friends who needed them to be strong. 

  Somewhere in their minds they were growing stronger pondering, as they tried to solve the problem they were supposed to be studying, what to get their friends as Christmas gifts. 



  Maybe, their unconscious said to them, the presents have already been given. 



  May the Goddess watch over you and those you love, 


   Image of Benzaiten; Japanese Goddess of Love and Luck


  kerk hiraeth 
 

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