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[doyle]

Stolen from girlfromsouth:

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.

Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.

Okay, so I realise 1000 is a tall number so just spam away and we'll see where we get up to. Please entertain me!

Entertain me while I tackle inability to make words come out right and try to get some of these ficathon entries done... You could tell me what strange pairings you're into, since I've been thinking lots about unconventional shipping today. Or anything. Go on.

Also contemplating a game of tag where the first person writes a drabble - 100 words or less - with a pairing and a word or requirement at the end, and the next person writes that one. Might try to instigate a game of that later tonight if the ficathoning goes badly.

ETA: Okay, the drabble tag's here, come and play.

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Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“We’re going back.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Stop talking bollocks and have another drink.”

But Angel shoved his tiny drinks aside. “No,” he said. “Y’know, you never wonder why we’ve never seen the Immortal face to face? I don’t care what Andrew says, he’s done something to Buffy. And we’re going to put a stop to it. We’re going to see him.”

**

“Well,” Spike sighed contentedly, adjusting the sheets around them as he passed Angel the cigarette, “I can’t say I blame her.”

Angel, too blissed out to even wonder why he still had a soul, had to agree.

--

Next up: Spike/Gunn, male bonding

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[enfaith.livejournal.com]

"What? Don't look at me like that. It's manly."

Gunn just looked at him.

"It *is*!" said Spike indignantly.

"Look Spike, I know you mean well and all but this? I've tried this before in my highschool days and all I don't feel any more manly afterwards. To tell you the truth... I can't believe you do this."

Spike glared at him for a minute. "Are you done pouting? Can we continue?"

Gunn nodded. "Yeah. I guess."

When Gunn didn't move Spike poked him in the noninjured rub. "Well?"

"I don't know man. You're so good... How am I going to find something that rhymes with effulgent?"


Next up: Anya/Dawn/Illyria

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“You are the Key.” The woman touched long, blue-tinted fingers to Dawn’s face.

For a second Dawn wanted to pull away, and then something shifted; déjà vu, a thousand times stronger than she’d ever felt. “I know you,” she said. “Illyria…”

“In the before-time we were there,” Illyria said, stroking those fingers across her cheek. Dawn shivered. “You lit the darkness lit ten thousand suns, and you were as worshipped as I.”

“What’s going on?” Anya demanded, fading in behind Dawn’s shoulder. “Are you experimenting with lesbianism? I want to experiment with lesbianism.”

“That’s kind of my ghost,” Dawn apologized.

--

Next - Cordelia/Xander, ice

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[kallysten.livejournal.com]

Eyes wide, throat tight, Xander watches Cordelia. Like the good boyfriend he is, he bought his girl a drink – with money borrowed from Oz, but who cares about such things. She had complained a few times about the heat, so he figured a cold drink was the best way to please her – at least for now. He hadn’t realized she wouldn’t be the only one pleased. Manicured fingers carefully grab a bit of ice out of the glass, the half-melted cube disappears past luscious glossy lips, a look of pure delight on her face… It is indeed hot in here.


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Angel/Wes/Spike

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[knotted-rose.livejournal.com]

"No, you place your hand here," Angel said, tugging at Spike's arm, shifting his hand a centimeter.

"Why did I agree to play mystical twister with you again?" Spike asked, looking at Angel from underneath his arm.

"It's the only way to get Wes back."

Spike snorted, but kept quiet after that. Angel needed his boy, their boy, back. They'd tried going it with just the two of them--but Spike wasn't enough for Angel, and eventually, even Spike was willing to admit that Angel wasn't enough either.

So he willed his muscles still and let Angel make them whole again.

Next up: Giles/Ethan

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

:juggles:

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Oops, wrong window... Giles/Ethan to follow in a minute, unless someone beats me to it

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[circe-tigana.livejournal.com]

you realize of course that's the first btvs i've tried in MONTHS ;)

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[circe-tigana.livejournal.com]

"You will give her back." There was nothing in his voice but cold determination. No sign of the friendship they once shared. No sign of the years-long rivalry either. Just cold determination and an emptiness around it that made Ethan's eyes widen in surprise.

"Why, Rupert," he drawled, fighting to keep his own tone disinterested. "Don't tell me our little witch isn't the only one meddling with dark magics. I'm surprised at you."

"If you have harmed her--"

Ethan smiled. "I think it's time you and I should have a little chat. We appear to have more to discuss than I had previously imagined."

Next up: Xander&Oz

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

“I’m surprised you’re not going home for the holidays,” Ethan says slyly, while they’re all listening to records and taking the piss of the carollers outside. “Your manor must be terribly empty without you.”

Deirdre takes a puff of the joint, flicking ash onto the dirty carpet. “Are your lot posh then, Ripper?”

He glares at them, kisses Ethan hard, his mouth still tasting of hash and smoke. Something desperate in it, maybe.

They don’t do niceness or Christmas presents and Ethan can’t say it so he thinks instead, fierce as he can: I won’t let them take you back.

Next: Nina

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[enfaith.livejournal.com]

can i archive at the dawnya site and the illyria site?

what is the title for it?

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Sure! Title is The Face of the Deep.

Also, sooo many plot bunnies from this, because it got me thinking about Illyria and her ability to travel dimensions and 'well, what if she's the one who created the Key?' and on and on...

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[enfaith.livejournal.com]

ack! don't do this to me.

tease!

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[enfaith.livejournal.com]

and btw, you're not allowed to write such kick ass fics and not update your site.

i'm serious.

if you have them saved on lj i'll update it for you. really.

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[avrelia.livejournal.com]

A flash of light, and Spike finds himself in a hospital lobby. Gunn is holding onto him, boy's strength fading, breath hardly there, life slowly leaving his body with blood dripping from a stomach wound.

How did they get here?

Vaguely Spike remembers rain. Fight. Crackling sounds of an opening portal. Mighty kick of the blue girl.

"Still alive, Charlie?"

"Still undead?"

"Check"

"Check. I have yet some vamps to dust."

"Then you're gonna live long."

"And prosper"

Chuckle. "It was a good battle."

No answer. Medics are running. Gunn's lips move. "It was a good battle."

Next up: Willow/Faith after Orpheus

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[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Willow was shocked when she saw Faith, the leather and her self-confident smirk. Exactly who Willow had envied long ago. There’s nothing to envy anymore. Now Willow knows Faith intimately; the secrets –nightmares- hiding behind that smirk.

Amusement takes her when they entrust her to get Faith to Sunnydale. On the road, in the tiny rented car, Willow finally cracks. Laughs so hard that Faith tells her to stop. Instead Willow stops the car, leans back and smirks before facing the brunette.

“Bite me,” she whispers, like she should’ve done four years ago.

Faith looks at her, shrugs and does.


Next: Angelus, wherever you want him, however you want him.

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[tesla321.livejournal.com]

"Faithy," Angelus said, "It's no fun unless you

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Faith's head was lolling back against the seat. "I thought you liked your girls to lie still."

"Heat of battle," he said, drawing his fingertip down the side of her neck,
along the line of her collar and shirt front.

She shivered, her nipples hardening.

Angelus smiled.</i>"That's</i> my girl."


Wes/Illyria!

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

There’s a twisted kind of logic to it. He loved - loves - Fred. Illyria is not Fred. Therefore he does not love her. But he doesn’t blame her either, not as she is now, newly powerless and huddled on his sofa like an invalid.

“You should have let me reach my natural end,” she says. “Your unworthy lives would have been a just price for my glorious destruction.”

His relationship with Lilah, he remembers with bleak humour, began with this level of self-loathing.

Hours later, when he’s awake in bed, she comes to him and he doesn’t, can’t, push her away.

Next: Knox

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[teleute12.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love this.

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[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

His very last coherent thought is of her- his god, his queen. His whole reason for coming to any of this.

He had chosen Fred carefully, and her unflinching bravery, her amazing brain, her heart that she had never really given to him- no, that was reserved for the other. The one who's bullet had ended him.

That last detail notwithstanding, it was for those reasons that he believed she really had been perfect. The most worthy vessel he could have found for Illyria.

He wonders as he slipped under the darkness if she will care, even the smallest bit, that her Qwa'ha Xahn has been taken from her so soon. Or will she, like the girl she wears as a shell, favor his murderer?

There is no thought left to contemplate the answer.

(Wes/Gunn, plz?)

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[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

“You are not going to fucking get away with this” Angelus snarled as Xander tightened the restraints.

“Actually, I am. You see, I’ve brought my lover along for the ride.” Xander indicates the doorway and Angelus hears the squeak of a wheelchair making its way down the long hallway.

“He loves me, you know,” Xander whispered before yanking the older vampire’s head back.

“Spike, baby! I’ve got him! Come on in and feed, you’ll feel much better.”

Angelus watches in horror as his childe forces his legs underneath him before falling on his sire. Then he is gone. Drained. Dust.


Next? Ethan/Giles

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[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

Ethan likes dangerous things.

He was the child who played with matches. He was the adolescent who hotwired cars and took them for joy rides. He was the teenager who shoplifted for fun rather than profit. He was the young man who searched out books about black magic and raised demons for no good reason than just for the hell of it. He loves the invention of “extreme sports,” and wishes that he were still young enough to participate. He never practices safe sex.

In all his fifty years of foolhardiness, Ripper is the only dangerous thing that he loves.

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

:bittersweet sigh: That's gorgeous. Next pairing?

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[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Giles always knew there was no other outcome possible.

Ethan had gone too far this time and as he falls it’s Giles who has the flashbacks.

Parties. Girls. Them staring into each other as they fucked that night’s pick. He flashbacks to sweat and magic and long thin fingers branding him. Giles hadn’t minded then, if he tries their ghost is still at his waist, wandering over his hips and thighs.

But this is the end, not the beginning. Flashbacks end and Ethan lies at his feet.

One last kiss, Giles thinks, and he finally brands that man as his.


Next: Cordelia/Xander, dictionary

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[hallucinogenia.livejournal.com]

She isn't expecting him when he sneaks up behind her and puts his hands on her waist - shaking because he still can't get over the fact that she hasn't dumped him in some humiliatingly cruel way yet - and she squeaks and turns, Latin dictionary raised threateningly until she realizes who he is. Then, lowering it, she smiles and lifts her mouth to his.

They have been dating (or whatever this...thing they've been doing is) for three weeks, and he feels like he is never going to stop being surprised at not getting whacked with a large book.


I don't know why I did that...I'm never satisfied with drabbles. Anyway, next: Devon/Connor.