10 Cordy & Angel Drabbles

SUMMARY: Cordy/Angel Drabbles
RATING: PG (Please note that each drabble has its own rating listed. The rating listed here will be the highest overall rating.)
POSTED: 16 Jan 2007
CATEGORY: Drabbles (Each drabble may have its own specific content, i.e. Angel POV, angst, humor, etc.)
WARNINGS: None listed
1) So I am doing drabbles for this community on LJ and the past two days have been Angel and Cordy respectively. I thought I would post them over here, for everyone to enjoy.
EDITOR’S NOTE: Kelly only posted 6 dribbles in this post. She owes us 4 more!

Drabble #1: Knowledge
Author: xlivvielockex (my LJ username)
Rating: PG
Character: Angel (Shades of C/A)
Word Count: 100

He knew it wasn’t her. Always knew.

Once a vibrant girl who was crushed with visions that nearly killed her, now her body stolen. This was his fault. His mission had become her mission, his curse was now her curse. His love, his touch, only brought evil, even with his soul. He had to kill her to save her.

He grabbed the sword from the weapons cabinet, knowing he had to end this. Knowing now how Buffy felt when she plunged the sword into him. She knew then too, just as he knew now. They were not made to love.

Drabble #2: The Last Touch
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Character: Angel (Shades of C/A)
Word Count: 100

“She needs these.” He growled into the funeral director’s face, barely able to keep his demon from showing.

“Sir, we don’t usually…” The man trailed off as Angel shook him.

“Her feet get cold.” Was his only reply before he set the man down roughly.

The man stumbled back Angel shoved something into his arms before turning to walk away. He looked down at the items. They didn’t usually put shoes on a corpse. But he felt if he didn’t make an exception, slip the fuzzy slippers onto the feet of one Cordelia Chase, hers wouldn’t be the only funeral.

Drabble #3: Truthiness
Title: Truthiness
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Character: Angel (Shades of C/A)
Word Count: 100

He should have told her. About Connor. About Cordelia. About everything in L.A. He could have told her a million things but with her, he always played at vague illusion and subterfuge. He couldn’t let her in, not the way he had with his friends in L.A. She had seen the worst of him and turned away. They had seen the worst of him and embraced it. He remembered her words during her only trip to L.A. and that is when he realized, it wasn’t she who didn’t trust him, it was he who didn’t trust her.

Drabble #4: Too Many Cooks
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Character: Angel
Word Count: 100

Angel struggled as the group of burly orderlies wrestled him to the ground to get the straight jacket on him. One of the psychiatric hospital’s best doctors looked on, preparing a mild sedative.

“This is for your own good, sir. It is obvious by your actions over the past seven years, you are suffering from a severe form of multiple personality disorder. Your personality and motivations seem to change erratically. As if there are several different versions of “Angel”, some of them contradictory.”

“No!” Angel yelled, as he struggled more. “It was just bad writing. Bad writing I tell you!”

Drabble #5: Five Shoes Cordelia Chase Never Owned
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Character: Cordelia
Word Count: 500 (5 100 word drabbles)

Cordelia looked into the glass window at one of the upscale boutiques on Rodeo. She didn’t know why she came here, she couldn’t afford a scarf, let alone a whole outfit. Maybe it was to escape her life. She stared with a lustful gaze at the Manolos. They were perfect, a shining example of craftsmanship and high fashion. But the price tag, that was more than her rent and bills for three months. Her stomach growled, pulling her from fantasies of Hollywood parties and rubbing elbows with the stars. She headed back to her haunted apartment and a frozen pizza.


“Put them on, cow.” The troll of a woman yelled as she pushed the “shoes” closer towards Cordelia.

“My god, what are those made of? Dung and straw? This potato sack was degrading enough! You know, people work better when they feel better. And my designer accessories make ME feel better!” Cordelia protested, regardless of consequences.

“I paid a good pig for you so do as you are told.” Cordelia felt the sharp sting of the collar as the old demon woman pressed the button down. She tossed the shoes at her “cow”. She wasn’t even worth that one pig.


Cordelia was walking along a broadwalk in Mexico. It wasn’t so much a boardwalk as a collection of people with folding tables. She paused at one of them, picking up a pair of knitted baby booties. They were colorful, like a rainbow, and just holding them in her hand was enough to bring a smile to her face. She missed them all. She didn’t realize how much she needed her family until she was away from them.

She paid for the booties, putting them into her bag. She couldn’t wait to get back to put them on Connor’s tiny feet.


She was screaming but the thing couldn’t hear her. She was so angry as she watched this thing using her body trying to jam its swollen feet into her most treasured pairs of Jimmy Choos. Angel had given those to her as part of her Please Forgive Me clothing package present. Sure, this thing hijacked her body and used it for disgusting unspeakable acts (can we say eww, much?) but this was pushing it. It broke the strap even as it tried to jam that pregnancy inflated gunboat into the slingbacks. Who wears high heels when they are pregnant anyway?!


Wes and Angel looked uncomfortable. But they deserved it. They had stuck her in a hospital and she knew when they visited. They probably thought ‘oh, coma victim, can’t hear a thing’ but she heard it all. She picked up a pair of Manolo heels. She knew she would be leaving soon, all part of the deal. But The Powers never said she couldn’t at least look good for her limited time on Earth. She had traded so much, just for this pair of shoes. They all had. She would fix that, as soon as she got a matching purse.

Drabble #6: Braveheart
Author: xlivvielockex
Rating: PG
Character: Cordelia
Word Count: 100
A/N Dialogue taken from “Tomorrow” (Angel Season 3 finale). Inspired from an essay I read forever ago.

“There is work to be done in the higher realms.”

“These higher realms…do they have a Mall? Expensive restaurants? Nice cars?”

“Cordelia, what you are being called to do–”

“I’ll take that as a no. Well, then, I am not going.”

“What? Cordelia, going is the right thing.”

“You heard me, Skip. You are a great demon guide and all but I am about to have the single most important conversation in my life. And yeah, I would give that up for The Powers. I’ll give up on love, but they can’t expect me to give up my Mall.”


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