#And... most importantly... it's about being an absolute menace to your siblings peace and love on earth xoxo

[babygirlgiles]

Summary: After impaling the Master and leaving his bones hanging like a Christmas ornament, Buffy goes home to a dark house. The only thing is, not everyone is asleep.

“Buffy, what’s wrong?” Dawn asks, voice so small that Buffy thinks she could pick it up and cradle it in her palms. Can water stain her insides? The way it stained the ceiling at their old house in LA when Buffy tried to flush Dawn’s My Little Pony baby Rainribbon doll down the toilet, like that big soggy mark the leak made above the dining room table? Buffy can’t replace her inside the way you can change a ceiling’s wallpaper, though. She feels whatever it is pooling inside her slosh.

Or, in which Buffy gets some comfort and affection and sugary snacks after dying/un-dying (for the first time) like she deserves, goddammit!

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