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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: Fred/Illyria

[fox1013.livejournal.com]

Dawn had been thirteen when Willow started hanging around Tara all the time. And she wasn't stupid; she knew what was going on between them. She was just glad that Buffy was okay with her girl friends being with other girls. Really glad.

A few years later, Dawn wasn't sure Buffy would react the same way when she saw her and Tara together in the mornings. After all, Tara was lots older, and used to date Willow, and Buffy still wasn't comfortable with Dawn kissing anyone, adult Willow-dating witch or no...

But at least she couldn't play the lesbian card.


Next: Faith/Giles

Re: Fred/Illyria

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

ha... drabble wars!

Faith/Giles

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“You know what I wonder, how come B always got the better end of the deal? Come on, she gets the friends, the family, the sexy lovers, the perfect English watcher. What do I end up with? Wesley, who wouldn’t know how to keep alive in a real fight if his life depended on it,” Faith drew a knife along his chest, watching in amusement as his face crumbled in pain. “Gotta turn the tables on her now.”

“That’ll never happen, Faith. You can kill me, but that wont--”

Faith dug the knife in deeper. “Who said anything about killing?”

Next: Drusilla. Candles.

Drusilla, candles

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Poor Giles, Faith can be worse than Angelus when she wants to.


This isn’t the first time Drusilla is alone.

The first time she run to the church every morning, lighting one candle for each of her loved one’s souls. Mommy who was dead on the doorstep, Dad who was never found, Cynthia who was in her bed and Sebastian whose body was destroyed beyond recognition.

No prayer brought them back, nor did they give her peace.

Now Drusilla lights candles again. One for her angel and another for her boy. Puts them carefully in front of her, exactly in the middle of the bloody star.

This time they will come back.


Next: Buffy/Angelus, tongue

Buffy/Angelus, tongue

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

He planned her torture well during the day, while he waited for the sun to go down. He drew pictures of what he would do to her, posted them up on the bedroom wall. Drusilla said the pictures sang to her, touched her mind and rang out like the little songs the dead whispered at their own funerals. Angelus fingered one of them. In it Buffy’s tongue had been cut out, but she was still alive. He had to admit it was one of his finest ideas. She was the queen of lies, but soon she would sing no more.

Next: Dawn. Spike. Labyrinth. (extra points if you reference the movie)

Dawn. Spike. Labyrinth

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Ouch. You're evil. *chuckles* I've never watched that movie, sorry.



He should've guessed when Dawn found that damned book. But Spike hadn't actually seen it until much later; chained at Glory's mercy he understood how inhuman the goddess was.

That was when the thought struck.

Created by monks, she wasn't more than a Galathea, was she? Imitation of life and... just what could he do to her?

He finds her at home, watching one of those movies she used to watch with her mom. Labyrinth tonight. She smiles trustingly and he pats her head, just a bit more forcefully. He is already planning his next step when the pain hits.



Next: pre-series, Willow, Xander.

Pre-series, Willow, Xander.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

You've never seen Labyrinth? Tsk, tsk, no cookie for you :P


Recess on the playground was the worst part of kindergarten for Willow. All the other kids picked on her because she was smart. They called her ‘teacher’s pet’ and chased her around. If they caught her they’d mercilessly tug at her pigtails. Her mother told her that the mean kids were only mean because they lacked self-confidence, however it was hard to remember that when they were running after you.

That particular afternoon she sat under the slide crying, when someone came over to her. He wore a goofy smile across his face, “Hi, I’m Xander. Wanna play with me?”

Pre-series, Willow, Xander.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

You've never seen Labyrinth? Tsk, tsk, no cookie for you :P


Recess on the playground was the worst part of kindergarten for Willow. All the other kids picked on her because she was smart. They called her ‘teacher’s pet’ and chased her around. If they caught her they’d mercilessly tug at her pigtails. Her mother told her that the mean kids were only mean because they lacked self-confidence, however it was hard to remember that when they were running after you.

That particular afternoon she sat under the slide crying, when someone came over to her. He wore a goofy smile across his face, “Hi, I’m Xander. Wanna play with me?”

NEXT: Anya/Angel

Re: Pre-series, Willow, Xander.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Cute. And nope, I'm not even sure I've ever seen ads about it.


Angel only saw her once in this lifetime. Thank God he didn’t recognise her.

She had been convincing a posh lady to say the precious words. Next thing she knew the stupid dog had run off and a souled vampire was rescuing it from certain death. Of course, that ‘selfless act’ had restored the woman’s faith in men, go figure.

Anya had identified him. Yes, Angelus was a mere half-breed, a faulty one at that. But he was confused, lost and very pretty. She was only female and very pissed off, could anyone really blame her for what happened next?


Next: Wesley, flowers

Re: Dawn. Spike. Labyrinth

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

(Sorry, had to. Love that movie)

"Dance, magic dance." He whispers. He isn't sure what the reference refers to- something or another he has seen on the tele. But it seems appropriate as he pushes against her.

" David Bowie." She replies. She has seen the movie before. It was one of Buffy's favorites. He seems to smile a bit wider at the mention of the British crooner.

She isn't Buffy, but her body is thin like hers, and she likes him well enough. She will do.

(-has too many unsatisfied requests-. Whatever you desire!)

**Wildcard Whoo Hoo!**

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

"I'm telling you, Buff. You gotta get out of this mope you've been in. Carp Diem."

"Carp Diem?"

"Yeah, seize the day."

"That's 'Carpe' Diem, Xander"

"Yeah, that's what I said.. So your past honeys have been less than perfect. Angel. Parker. Riley."

"Pike."

"Please tell me you didn't really sleep with Spike!"

"Xander, relax… I said Pike."

"There's a Pike, now? Do I know this… 'Pike'?"

"He's a guy I used to know, back in LA. Really crazy.. but in a good way. We were.. nice together."

"Don't worry, Buff. There's plenty more Pike's-- er fish-- in the sea."

NEXT: The Cheeseman from Restless.

Buffy, Angelus

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Angelus thinks it’s only a fancy, like so many others he had in the past.

He shouldn’t shadow her anymore. He should attack. So far she’s only seen what Angelus does when he’s amused, he still has to gather enough anger to destroy the flimsy illusions she may have left.

Buffy thinks this is a mistake, like her Calling and this parody of a town.

She feels him behind her like the shadow she never requested. Buffy is damned every it brings comfort. Angelus will attack; when he does it will destroy the fragile hope he hadn’t swept away yet.



Next: jealousy, music

Giles, Willow, "Passions"

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

“Yes, yes. Very amusing. Now, if you’ve quite finished, perhaps you could offer me a little assistance?”

“Sorry, Giles,” Willow gasped out. “He just--” She gave up and collapsed in giggles again.

When she felt Giles’ Hairy Eyeball of Death upon her, Willow sobered. “So, explain this spell to me again.”

“Now that I’m working again, I worried about missing ‘Passions’ and I—“

“And you couldn’t just use a VCR like everybody else?”

Giles scowled. “Infernal contraptions!”

Suddenly, the large doll began crying, “Timmy wants to go home. Tabby misses Timmy!”

Willow dissolved into hysterical laughter once more.



Anything vaguely cross-overy, any character/pairing

Re: Snatching the Wildcard (Giles/Xander)

[lostgirlslair.livejournal.com]

Giles hated to think of it as sneaking. Not that he was above sneaking, he just didn't like to think it was necessary that he and Xander hide their... whatever it was.

Sometimes they'd invite one or two others, no one from the gang as the knew what kind of response that would elicit. They kept it a secret for quite some time, ducking into Buffy's basement, the training room, where ever, as long as they weren't watched.

Then Buffy walked in on them.

"Oh god!" she all but shrieked. Willow coming to her side in a moment to heighten their embarrassment.

"What? Are they kissing again?"

"Worse. Dungeons and Dragons."


Next pairing: Giles/Wesley/Xander

Giles

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

He’d received 92% on his last Latin exam. He can already hear his father’s reaction.

“Will your Slayer survive such substandard translations?”

He studied every moment of every day, and worked on the occult at night. The five minutes a weekend that he took away from studying were spent practicing martial arts. And it was never enough for his father. The bastard’s scorn continuously ran in his ears,

”Marks like that will kill your Slayer, Rupert.”

He was never going to be a Watcher. He should leave school and live for himself.

He’d start by going to Ethan’s party tonight.


Dawn, Faith (Season three, Monkverse)

Faith/Giles (dark)

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Cute one.



Afterwards, she looks at him like this was exactly what she’d expected from him.

He closes her eyes with kisses as he pumps into her again.

He never sees her while they’re fucking, though. She laughs saying that he’s a sick bastard. Wolf under the wool. She bites his nipple and tongues his navel. Still waiting for Little Red and Goldilocks?

Shut up and suck it off, he orders, pressing her head against his thigh. Wicked witch, seeking me for a little fun. Having fun now? he asks cruelly as he drives semen-coated fingers into her mouth.

She only laughs.



Next: Dawn/Spike, cards

Spike/Dawn, cards

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“I’m never going to get this,” Dawn sat on her bed and tried to make her brain remember the basics of chemistry, though it was completely out of her grasp, “Crummy teacher with their crummy facts and crummy schools and--”

“Can we focus here?” Spike asked. How Dawn had roped him into helping her study, he would never know. It had probably been because she looked so delectable when she had pouted and said please. He held up the next flashcard and asked the question, “Get this one right and I’ll give you a kiss.”

Best incentive she ever heard.

Next: Urban Legends. Andrew.

Re: Spike/Dawn, cards

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

"No! I won't do it! I don't care if your stove is broken!"

"Shut up and make my coffee, bitch," Warren drawled. An intense, scowly (kinda sexy) drawl that meant Andrew was going to have to face one of his greatest fears or Regret the Consequences.

Again.

"Okay." Andrew peered fearfully into the microwave. "If I take the water out and stir it carefully every few seconds, it probably won’t explode and make our faces all cratered with flying metals like in the last Bond film. But I'm not sure."

One look at Warren’s face and Andrew poured the water.

Next: Lee Mercer

Re: Spike/Dawn, cards

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

I had to go and look up who that was because I was convinced it was a Harry Potter character.

And now my brain's going the Lee Mercer/Blaise Zabini route.

Lee Mercer

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

There should definitely have been a memo, random mind reading or not. It encroached upon his private life and his freedom, not to mention after it was over he would most likely be dead. Wolfram and Hart did not accept betrayers, especially those who were taking good clients to a rival law firm. Klein and Gabler had offered him more money though.

Success was unreachable within this company, there was no future for him there. As he saw the gun being pulled out, and felt the sting of its bullet he realized there was no future for him any where.

Next: Doyle. Demons.

Doyle. Demons.

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

Doyle snarled and struck out with skin-needles, but they weren't near enough to be scratched, and no amount of demonic behaviour could make them forget what he was. Half-breed. Abomination. Son of a human.

He brazened it out, because really, there wasn’t much else he could do.

"Right. Any reason I amn't dead yet?"

One spoke, visibly twitching in distaste as he approached Doyle.

"Our Master has directed that you be spared, so that you may teach us of Angel. We must destroy him."

As more demons stepped up, Doyle wondered frantically if torture was as bad as it sounded.

Next: Angel/Willow

Dawn/Spike, cards

[sadbhyl.livejournal.com]

They sit on Dawn’s bed, cards spread out in front of them. Spike studies his hand seriously before saying, “Queens.”

Dawn smirks. “Go fish.”

He grumbles, but draws the card. His grin isn’t quite innocent enough when he proclaims, “Ha! Got what I wanted!”

She studied him critically. “You’re cheating.”

“Would I do that to you?”

“In a heartbeat. If you had one.” She gathers up all the cards. “If you’re going to cheat, at least play something worth cheating at.”

“Like?”

“Poker.”

It was his turn to study her. “You play poker?”

She gave the cards a shuffle. “Only strip. And I cheat really well . . .”

Dang it!!

[sadbhyl.livejournal.com]

Spike/Fred, please

Spike/Fred

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“You tried,” Spike told her, trying to keep his own spirits up after another attempt to recorporealize him had failed. “Done more than anyone else in this joint to help me. Shouldn’t be beating yourself up over it.”

Fred took her protective eyewear and lab coat off, and tried to turn away. She couldn’t face him. Not when she knew that her inadequate brain would never find the answer they were searching for. After a moment of silence she whispered, “I just want to be able to touch you, hold you. I love you, and I can’t even touch you.”

NEXT: Angelus, laughter.

Angelus, laughter

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Her body was heavy against him. Quickly, he slashed his wrist with the glass he’d kept in for weeks, waiting for the perfect time.

Angelus caressed her blonde hair as he watched Destiny change. Blood ran, quickly building a small bridge between his arm and her lips.

He closed her eyes reverently, not bothered by his own softness, and remembered her last word. “Why?”

Angelus had laughed, let her feel it against her neck. “A fairytale gone wrong,” he had whispered, licking the skin. “But ever-afters still win.” Next he bit down and held her until she fell against him.