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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.

Comments

Re: Drabble tag!

[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

Re: Drabble tag!

[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.

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

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

Re: Drabble tag!

[txrabbit.livejournal.com]

Oh stunning! Thank you!

Re: Drabble tag!

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

*blush* Thank you! I love Ethan; I really should write a lot more of him. Thanks for the challenge.

Re: Drabble tag!

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I did that quickly last night before putting the kids to bed and forgot.

How about some Giles/Olivia?

Re: Drabble tag!

[47-trek-47.livejournal.com]

The first time she saw him, a bouncer was hauling him off some bloke. The second time, he was with his gang, all of them eyeing the room like a pack of wolves sizing up prey.

There were whispers about that group, what they could do, would do.

Her friends called her insane, but they didn't dare follow her to stop her when she went up to him. He was all leather and knives and fury as tangible as heat.

But it wasn't until his angry youth was eroded away by twenty years that she realized: Rupert Giles was dangerous.

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Oooh. I love Olivia.

Next pairing or character?

Re: Drabble tag!

[47-trek-47.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, I can request a pairing. Giles/Willow!

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

She watches his lips as he voices the incantation. Words slip into the air, carried away on invisible currents. She can feel the power in him and it draws her. She balances on her tiptoes as her lips find his, swallowing the words and taking them into her body. He pulls back, surprise written on his face, lips partly open. She can see his tongue in his mouth and she wants to caress it with her own. Wants to feel it wrap around chants and invocations.

"We shouldn't."

But she kisses him again, and this time he doesn't pull away.

Next pairing: Cordelia/Harmony

Cordelia/Harmony

[monique-chan.livejournal.com]

She tells Xander that she is going shopping with Harmony, and feels guilty about lying to him. But all she can think about are Harmony's lips and the feeling of fingures inside of her, touching her in places that Xander never does.

Part of her worries about what will happen if he ever finds out about this, but the bigger part just doesn't care. Then she no longer thinks about anything because she is oh so close...

Later as she fumbles around with Xander in the broom closet, she thinks about Harmony and what the two of them could do in such a small place.

Next: Buffy/Connor

Re: Cordelia/Harmony

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

So her totally normal, cute, just a tiny couple of years younger than her which did not make him jailbait whatever Dawn said, college boyfriend turned out to have a secret life. What a surprise.

“So,” he said. “You’re a superhero too?”

“Yeah,” she sighed. She looked down at their loosely clasped hands. Any minute now there’d be a helicopter or an amulet or – god, she’d lost track of the ways Angel had said goodbye.

He smiled. “Buffy. We’re gonna be okay.”

Connor kissed her and she melted into it, not stopping to think why he was sometimes so familiar.

Next: Giles/Anya

Re: Cordelia/Harmony

[47-trek-47.livejournal.com]

(not shippy, and not 100 words... sorry!)

"You!"

The shout drew his attention up from the compendium.

"Um. Yes?" he asked, trying to place her. He recognized her as new student, although her name escaped him.

"This is all your fault, and you are so going to pay."

He blinked. And then, with a snarl of inarticulate fury, she lunged.

The attack caught him so completely off-guard it wasn't until the room was fading to black around him that he really comprehended that he was on the floor and she had a death grip on his throat.

Fortunately, she seemed in possession of no kind of supernatural strength, as it was perfectly simple to throw her off. He sat up and put a hand to his neck.

And then he... coughed. As that was pretty much all he could really convince his throat to do. He coughed again, this time putting an inquisitive twist on it. She'd sat up herself, and then she howled. "Argh! I hate being human! Stupid weak body, no powers--"

"Um. Excuse me," he finally managed to croak, "What exactly have I--?"

"Oh!" she said, voice full of that terrifying feminine frustration. "Just! Just forget it!"

And then she grabbed her purse off the floor, stood, brushed herself off, and stalked away.

Giles watched her go. Eventually, bemusedly, he called after her long-gone retreating figure, "Sorry?"

Um. Giles/Conner.

Giles/Connor

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Giles had come to worship at the feet of Jasmine, oh holy goddess that she was. Her message had been heard loud and clear, bringing followers from all walks of life. Even Watchers weren’t immune to her powers. Connor angrily watched as he gave her gifts, jewels and furs. He doesn’t deserve the life she could give him, doesn’t deserve happiness.

One night when the rest of the cult had gone to sleep, Connor shows Giles a little unhappiness, shows him a world where people take advantage of one another. When they finish, Connor leaves without even a thank you.

Next: Angel. Birthday.

Re: Drabble tag!

[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

Re: Drabble tag!

[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.

Re: Drabble tag!

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Aw, thanks. Cute and lovely. Now, this drabble made a lot more sense in my head, I swear.



He finds him in some nameless diner; the waitress threatening to call the manager if he didn’t pay. Now.

He steps in and pays the tab silently, doesn’t even wonder why.

“Devon.”

The offered hand is ignored and no name is given. He’s supposed to good boy, but he knows he’s different. Might as well find out if his latest theory is true.

He pays the next round of beer. Devon talks about his life and ends with a ‘your apartment of mine?’ The first lesson at college was that all options must be thoroughly explored before given up.

“Mine.”

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

I'm amazed you managed to make this pairing work *g* Next up?

Re: Drabble tag!

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

My muse is crazy and taken with UCs, I just don't write them a lot. and oops, sorry.

Buffy/Angelus, keys

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

It was the first gift he'd ever given her, not counting the silver cross he'd handed to her when they'd first met. A red key-ring, with a big heart on it, and the words 'love means never having to say you're sorry.' It had still had the 99c sticker on the back when she'd slid it onto her house key next to the small Mickey Mouse her mom had bought her in DisneyLand when she was seven. It wasn't worth anything, but it meant everything. And now she has to go and kill him. And she's not sorry any more.

Next: Connor/Angel

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

"I want you to remember, that whatever happens, I love you. Angel loves you."

Connor knows what the implications of removing his father's soul are, at least he can imagine, if all Holtz told him was true. And deep inside, despite everything that has changed, he still believes all of it.

Angel has taken this time to come to his room, to tell him goodbye, even if he doesn't use the word. For the first time, Connor reaches out, pulls his real father towards him in a tight embrace.

He doesn't want to let go, knows he has to. Knows the next time they meet, it may be when he is killing Angelus.

I love you, too. He thinks, pressing his lips to Angel's chest. Goodbye.

(-is so running out of pairings- uh... human spike/angel after series finale)

Human Spike/Angel Post-Finale

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

When the world has gone to sleep, Angel stay awake watching over them, protecting them, still trying to fight the good fight. Even though he knows that its useless, even when the Shanshu has already been claimed. By Spike of all people. It wasn’t fair, but then again when had his life ever been fair.

Spike walks over to him on the building ledge, “Haven’t seen you in a bit. Miss me?”

“Spike, get out of here,” Angel feels his hands forming fists, but refuses to show his full force.

“No. Cause for some reason, I missed you. Strange, huh?”

Next: Angel. Father's Day.

Angel. Father's Day.

[monique-chan.livejournal.com]

Angel sat alone in a small dark room with a bottle of fire-whiskey in the hopes of forgetting what day it was. Unfortunately he had yet to succeed. Today was father's day and he had no one to spend it with.

Well he mused, that wasn't completely true, there was Connor. It wasn't fair, Connor was suppose to be his, but Connor already had a dad.

Noticing that the bottle was almost empty, Angel left the room for another bottle. He was quite surprised to see a small package by the door addressed to him...

It seemed Connor didn't completely forget about him after all.

Next: Giles/Joyce

Giles/Joyce

[sadbhyl.livejournal.com]

Giles looked up in surprise to see Joyce Summers push through the library doors, looking around curiously. He straightened his jacket and came out from behind the counter. “Mrs. Summers, I hadn’t expected you.”

She looked him in the eye. “After what we’ve been through I think we’re on a first name basis, don’t you, Rupert?”

He flushed. “Yes, quite.”

Walking to the table, she turned and sat up on it. “Want to know my middle name?”

“Joyce, have you found more band chocolate?”

“No. Just my courage.” And, gripping his tie, she pulled him in for a kiss.

Giles/Joyce

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

They took comfort in each other the summer Buffy ran away, later they would deny that fact. Joyce was still angry at the secrecy he had kept from her. He had known her daughter was the slayer, that her daughter was risking her life every night, while she had been kept out of the loop. He had said it was to protect her and Buffy both, still she hated that part of him. Though as she snuggled up close to him and let him wipe tears from her eyes, it didn’t matter. They both needed someone during those long nights.

NEXT: Pylea. Buffy.