Title: I can almost taste the ink
Fandom: Angel
Characters: Fred-centric, ensemble, Fred/Spike friendship or more if you squint.
Rating/Warnings PG-13 (For talk of subject matter but nothing you would hear on the show, but still might make you squeamish. Its probably more PG but just in case. Basically talk of blood/gore.)
Summary: Fred hadn’t understood what she meant, but hadn’t been able to say anything out loud. “Don’t worry, you will.” Cordelia had told her, like she could read her mind. She had placed a kiss on her forehead and that’s when the images had begun. (Post
“You’re Welcome” and then goes AU.)
Word Count: 3123
A/N: For all my love of her, first time writing/publishing Fred fic. So you know, please be gentle.
( You’re not crazy, Fred.” Someone was always assuring her of that. It gets tiring after a while. Like when people ask you if you’re alright after you’ve broken your arm. )