Trapped Hero
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katleeptTitle: Trapped Hero
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Groosalug/Cordelia, Angel/Cordelia
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1_million_words Crack Me Up Challenge: Technically, it wasn't on fire.
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 361
Date Written: 2 January, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's always had trouble denying help to a person who needs it, especially when they ask for it. Well, maybe not always, but ever since the Gypsies cursed him with his soul, he's had trouble turning a blind eye to the people who needed his help. This guy is practically crying for his help, his big, dark eyes pleading with him, but he's definitely no damsel in distress. He can handle almost any monster almost as well as Angel himself can; he should be able to handle this. After all, he's the one who took her.
"So the store was on fire," Cordelia rambles on and pauses when she sees the look on his face. "Well, technically, it wasn't on fire, but they were having their biggest sale of the year, and their big sales already totally eclipse the annual fire sales at every other store in this city, so yeah, it was The. Sale. To. Shop. And boy were the buys ever fantastic! I got this top for fifty dollars," Angel tries not to watch the way the blouse shimmers on Cordelia's ample breasts, "and a new skirt for thirty -- you'll see it Monday -- and, like, three dresses, and shoes. Oh my God, Angel, the shoes!"
She rattles on and on about the clothes she's bought while on vacation, and Angel watches her boyfriend steadily. The hero nearly winces at some of the prices Cordelia lets drop as though they're meaningless. She clearly thinks he can fork over money as though he's made of it, just as she's always thought their clients could and should for their rescues.
Yet, Angel knows the Groossalug never even saw a single dollar bill before coming to their world. The man's eyes are wide and full of silent pleas, but he did ask for this. He took on Cordelia Chase, knowing full well that she's a spoiled, although beautiful, Princess. He asked for her bed; now, he must pay the price. Angel turns his back to the pleading hero and grins. The jobs he'll have to somehow get without a Social Security number and carry serves him right for taking Angel's Princess.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Angel
Character/Pairing: Groosalug/Cordelia, Angel/Cordelia
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt:
1_million_words Crack Me Up Challenge: Technically, it wasn't on fire.Warning(s): None
Word Count: 361
Date Written: 2 January, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
He's always had trouble denying help to a person who needs it, especially when they ask for it. Well, maybe not always, but ever since the Gypsies cursed him with his soul, he's had trouble turning a blind eye to the people who needed his help. This guy is practically crying for his help, his big, dark eyes pleading with him, but he's definitely no damsel in distress. He can handle almost any monster almost as well as Angel himself can; he should be able to handle this. After all, he's the one who took her.
"So the store was on fire," Cordelia rambles on and pauses when she sees the look on his face. "Well, technically, it wasn't on fire, but they were having their biggest sale of the year, and their big sales already totally eclipse the annual fire sales at every other store in this city, so yeah, it was The. Sale. To. Shop. And boy were the buys ever fantastic! I got this top for fifty dollars," Angel tries not to watch the way the blouse shimmers on Cordelia's ample breasts, "and a new skirt for thirty -- you'll see it Monday -- and, like, three dresses, and shoes. Oh my God, Angel, the shoes!"
She rattles on and on about the clothes she's bought while on vacation, and Angel watches her boyfriend steadily. The hero nearly winces at some of the prices Cordelia lets drop as though they're meaningless. She clearly thinks he can fork over money as though he's made of it, just as she's always thought their clients could and should for their rescues.
Yet, Angel knows the Groossalug never even saw a single dollar bill before coming to their world. The man's eyes are wide and full of silent pleas, but he did ask for this. He took on Cordelia Chase, knowing full well that she's a spoiled, although beautiful, Princess. He asked for her bed; now, he must pay the price. Angel turns his back to the pleading hero and grins. The jobs he'll have to somehow get without a Social Security number and carry serves him right for taking Angel's Princess.
The End
