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doyleIf you signed up for the drabblethon, your assignment should be here. Fics should go in the comments to this post, with the person you're writing for in the subject line. If the requester hasn't named any character or pairing, you can do any that take your fancy.
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cornerofmadness
on 2005-04-19 06:58 pm (UTC)INFO: Connor, Post-“NFA”
PROMPT: Connor's reactions post Not Fade Away
It was all gone. Everyone had insisted he stay away from Los Angeles but he just couldn’t. He had to know.
And that night he went, when he saw the rubble, the debris that looked so different when seen on TV, he wanted to cry. There could be no way anyone had survived, especially those who fought and won the battle.
He tried to remember where Wolfram & Hart had stood and as he approached, he saw a moving hand. The minute he could make out the ring on the finger he ran, relief flooding through him.
Angel had survived, and that was all that mattered.
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on 2005-04-19 07:12 pm (UTC)INFO: Set after the flamethrower scene/before the lab scene in "A Hole in the World"
PROMPT: Ride back to the office after the opening flamethrower scene in A Whole In The World. Fred, Wesley, Angel, Spike
As long as Fred held the bug, no one really wanted to get close to her, but, because Wesley loved her, he did.
“You’re sure it’s dead?”
“Would I lie to you?”
“Well…”
Fred swatted him with her free arm. “I love you like pancakes, Wesley, but…” She stopped. “Haven’t said that in a while.”
“Said what?” Spike said, turning around from the passenger seat.
“’Love you like pancakes.’ Used to say it to my Daddy all the time.” She smiled. “Anyway, sooner we get to the lab—“
“Sooner you’ll get that stinking bug out of my car?” Angel said.
“Yes, Angel,” she said, laughing.
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on 2005-04-20 03:25 am (UTC)obsessedmuch
on 2005-04-19 07:28 pm (UTC)Dear Journal,
It’s been how many years since I overheard Buffy and Giles talking about vampires in the school library? Yeah, I don’t know either. Too damn many I suppose.
The new slayers keep coming and going like yesterday’s news; good thing, because the evil, the monsters, they never stop.
And to beat all, Giles was called back to England for an emergency Council meeting, leaving me in charge of two Slayers, who are in charge of the newbie’s in training. Like either one of them have *ever* listened to me.
Just another day Watching, the only thing I’ve ever really been good at.
mireille719
on 2005-04-19 07:35 pm (UTC)---
"You know," Giles says nervously, undoing his trousers, "rabbits honk as a sign of affection. It's a sort of, ah --" He clears his throat and makes an odd noise in his throat. "That sort of thing."
"Nice. You been practising?"
Giles notices that Xander's trousers are still done up, and frowns. "No."
"Huh." Xander pulls them down, his boxers with them, and says nervously, "Just so you know? Me either."
"This is probably an error in judgement," Giles says, taking off his glasses.
"Probably," Xander agrees, and takes the glasses from him, putting them on the nightstand and turning off the light.
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on 2005-04-20 05:52 pm (UTC)I said:
*pets the drabble* Strange boys. I do love them.
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for llaras
on 2005-04-19 08:26 pm (UTC)Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Pairing: Buffy/Connor
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Notes: Written for llaras for doyle_sb4’s Buffyverse drabbleathon. Set post-Not Fade Away.
She knew that it was wrong on so many levels but being with him brought her closer to Angel. It wasn’t as if Connor didn’t know that her lust for him was because of his father, he seemed resigned to the fact that he would always walk in his father’s shadow. Especially now that he had died while bringing down Wolfram and Hart. As she leaned into him, she couldn’t help but wish that he were Angel and not just his son. But there was something about him that drew her to him, and she wondered if she had the choice, which of the two she would pick.
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on 2005-04-19 08:35 pm (UTC)Wait. No Darla.
Angel killed his sire for… a Slayer? Intrigued, Lindsey flipped to the relevant section. A photograph of the Slayer leapt off the page and burned itself into his brain. Hot damn, but she was beautiful.
Not that it mattered, of course. She was the love of Angel’s unlife and that made her a weapon. He would hone her into the stiletto that crippled Angel.
And if that process led Lindsey into her bed, so much the better.
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on 2005-04-19 09:09 pm (UTC)"What if I said I wanted them all dead?"
Spike clutched his last crumpled cigarette. "I'd say you weren't the real Angel."
"What if I said I'd lost it. Hope. Because I let the mission go, and I didn't want them to see me fail."
"You're lying."
Angel was in front of him, close, breathing heavy, staring into his eyes, through them. "Maybe."
"Why?" Angel's lips smashed into his, sharp teeth making him bleed. Suddenly Spike's cheek was scraping the debris, bone feeling pain through flesh; Angel was his second-skin, and in his ear.
"Because lies are the only thing that keep me going."
dlgood
on 2005-04-19 09:53 pm (UTC)Drabble+ set mid S4.
Buffy hadn’t expected to see Giles and Spike yelling at each other.
Okay, that was a lie.
She just hadn't expected green cloth, plastic figures and an old black and white film to be involved.
"He was bloody well offside!"
"I was there. I'm telling you he wasn’t."
"You couldn't have possibly been there. The match was played in daylight."
Spike looked slightly abashed. "Well, that's not the point."
Buffy decided now was a good time to intervene. "Hey guys."
"Ah, Buffy." Giles paused. "Spike and I were just debating the merits of audiovisual recordings as opposed to the memory of a deluded vampire who spent most of the sixties intoxicated."
"Deluded?"
"Manchester united fan."
“Guys? Soccer?"
"It's not soccer. It's football!"
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on 2005-04-20 02:21 pm (UTC)Re: dlgood
Posted byCatlove
on 2005-04-19 09:54 pm (UTC)“This must be like heaven for you, huh?” Xander said, taking a swig from his beer.
“Why’s that then?” Spike questioned, the beer making him feel well inclined towards the whelp.
“All these slayers everywhere, you have a fetish for them.”
“I do not have a fetish. You were with Anya for too long mate.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at Kennedy.”
“Reds new bird? Never heard anything so daft in my life. All two centuries of it.”
“If you insist,” Xander shrugged, “but I hear she has a tongue piercing.”
“Really!?” Spike bolted upright, “not that I care.”
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Posted byFor callmesandy
on 2005-04-19 11:08 pm (UTC)When the sun came back, they left high school forever, and when the sun then slowly slipped down naturally, Giles was sitting on the bench in front of his flat, stinking of smoke and what could be several thousand gallons worth of mayor-turned-giant-snake-demon blood, watching the sun sink down into the ocean, thin whisps of clouds streaking pink and orange and yellow against the sky.
He slowly leaned back, his body aching with exhaustion, and smiled. "Beautiful," he whispered to himself. "Just beautiful."
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on 2005-04-19 11:26 pm (UTC)Essene
on 2005-04-19 11:29 pm (UTC)Time Line – Post Chosen, Giles, Buffy & Dawn
Prompt – Laundry
Written for Essene
The one good thing about his new lifestyle, less Tweed to go to the dry cleaners. He was very happy to have Dawn and Buffy in London and was looking forward to introducing them to his lady friend tonight, hence the doing of the laundry.
“Need help with the folding, Giles?” Buffy asked as she and Dawn came in.
“No, almost done.”
“We can help,” Dawn insisted.
Buffy dived in and came up with a pair of silk boxers with Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” jacket art on them. She turned big eyes on him.
Giles just blushed.
wisdomeagle
on 2005-04-19 11:33 pm (UTC)She’s been obvious, right? Flirting, dropping by the library, asking for help with her English homework – hello, clear signals, much? And like she cares about the age thing.
So right before their graduation, when she corners Giles in the stacks and kisses him, she doesn’t know why he’s so surprised.
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It’s the second time she’s dated a lead singer and she thinks, God, not only is she stuck in eternal minimum wage Sunnydale hell, she’s a groupie.
It’s not till next full moon that she realizes how deep she’s let Veruca get, all the way down into her blood.
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Posted byaircrash
on 2005-04-19 11:53 pm (UTC)Info: Fred/Tara, in an AU season 3 where Tara joined AI
Prompt: floating
Fred’s college roommate had a globe on her desk, one of the little ones with the magnets inside, so it floated in the air; she used to act like it was magic, and it drove Fred nuts. It was magnetism, was all.
With Angel and the guys out saving the world, Cordy resting from a vision, it’s Fred who helps Tara with her spells. Doesn’t matter that she spent five years in another dimension; first time she sees Tara float a feather she can hardly believe her eyes.
Clearing up, Tara smiles at her, and she thinks about magnetism again.
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on 2005-04-19 11:54 pm (UTC)Title Gratitude
Summary: Post Orpheus Ats S4. Angel thanks Willow for restoring his soul.
A/N: Thanks to Dana for the idea. This will end up something longer because hey look Angel in Sunnydale during S7. So many fun and shiny things to do and see.
Willow shot a glare toward the stairs where three teenage girls were trying to maneuver themselves into a position to hear and not be seen. At that glare, the girls scattered.
“Sorry, they’re…well they range in age from 16 to 21, but put them together and they’re as bad as thirteen year olds.”
Angel shook his head. “It’s fine.”
“Anyway, all alone now,” Willow smiled then blushed. “I didn’t mean…I-I have a girlfriend and you…well you were Bu-I meant all alone as in no one to hear whatever it is you came to tell me.”
Angel smiled slightly. “Thank you.”
_shewalks
on 2005-04-20 12:18 am (UTC)For _shewalks
“My bed is big enough for two. Can I keep her?” She’s playful; almost childish.
“No, Dru. We’ve been through this. You’ll get one for you when we settle down,” his dark eyes are cold. He’s moody, probably tired and hungry.
“We never stay in the same city twice. I dream of a place called home,” she protests and decides to finish of the French whore that bleeds before her. It’s no use to let the velvety food go to waste.
“The world is our home,” he tells her, trying to be patient. Dru is only a newborn, after all.
For Marguerite_26
on 2005-04-20 12:29 am (UTC)Words: 108 (I'm getting better at this!)
Rating: G...pathetic, I know.
Notes: Hope you like, I think the was the most difficult challenge of them all!
Principal Snyder prided himself in being a straight man, in every sense of the word. His father had, at a very early age, taught him that miscreants and scoundrels got nowhere in life. That the only path for a man was one of discipline, and moral rectitude.
Which became quite the problem when Snyder realized his one true love, the reason of his existence, merited certain rules to be brok... like the very straightness his life had leaned on.
What is a man to do, when he's faced with the choice of love, going against everything one believes?
The answer is quite simple: You stick to the rules.
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on 2005-04-20 06:19 am (UTC)That might explain a lot of his attitude problem...
The man does seem to have some hidden depth though every now and then.
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on 2005-04-20 12:46 am (UTC)request was for From the St. Crispin's Speech: "We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me, Shall be my brother" (use however you like...fine not to actually use the words)
*****
"Let's go to work."
Gunn went down within minutes. Illyria soon after.
Surrounded by more than he could handle, Spike called out, "Angel? A little help here?" But Angel was on the ground, weaponless.
And then everything stopped.
And Willow was there. Smiling.
"Hey guys, thought you could use some help."
And then Buffy was there. And Faith. All the girl slayers. Giles. Xander.
And Andrew?
"Wow, it's like that movie." Andrew looked around at the demon horde circling them. "You know, we few, we happy band of brothers, for he that sheds my blood...ooo, there's a dragon!"
Spike grimaced.
"I called it first." Angel muttered as the magical shield came down.
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Posted byDrabble for shebit
on 2005-04-20 12:48 am (UTC)*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
When Oz was in Tibet learning to control the wolf, he often thought of Sunnydale. But when he thought of Sunnydale, he didn’t think of a blonde Slayer determined to break all the rules; nor did he think of a stuffy Watcher who somehow became the surrogate father. He didn’t think about a jokester whose laughs hid his pain; thoughts of a snarky reluctant ally never occurred. There were no thoughts of the ensouled vampire who fought beside them, all for the love of his Slayer.
No, when Oz thought of Sunnydale, he thought of a beautiful pink angora sweater.
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on 2005-04-20 02:37 pm (UTC)jedi_penguin
on 2005-04-20 12:56 am (UTC)++
Dawn picks up a paintbrush and draws a long red gash down her mother's favorite painting, but because of Buffy, Mom doesn't care.
Buffy is sick, or maybe dead. Whatever's wrong, it's making everyone focus on Buffy (like always). She hates that.
She closes her eyes. Worried.
She sees no one. She peeks around a corner cautiously. No one there either. And down a long hallway, and no one there, either. No monsters, no stupid-face big sisters.
No one.
"Mommy?"
No answer.
She tries not to panic but wherever she turns, spiderwebs and blood, and when she turns back, the empty hallways that mean she doesn't matter.
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on 2005-04-20 01:48 am (UTC)The bubble in prices was driven in part by bulbs infected with a now extinct mosaic virus that produced tulips of unique beauty.
"That won't be on the test," Oz said.
Xander scratched out the part he'd copied so it wouldn't crowd out the more important things he needed to retain for a maximum of two minutes after the test. "So why'd you write it down?"
"I thought it would be an interesting metaphor. For a song."
"Metaphor for what?"
Oz smiled and pointed to the next paragraph of his notes. "That part will be on the test."
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on 2005-04-20 02:18 am (UTC)For
Prompt: Crossword Puzzle
She kissed her husband as he left for work, waving as he pulled out of the driveway. With a song on her lips, she cleared the breakfast dishes. Her baby girl gurgled as she was placed in her crib and Buffy curled up on the couch with a crossword puzzle. She filled in each space carefully. She was determined to finish this one.
5 down-A benevolent, celestial being.
Tears filled her eyes. Her first love died eight years ago in an alley, fighting the good fight, and it still broke her heart. With a shaky sigh, she penciled in A-N-G-E-L.
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on 2005-04-20 02:29 am (UTC)--
This was madness, Giles thought, but then Xander stopped talking and kissed him, and he stopped caring that they were in his office, where anyone might see. His own hands rested on Xander's hips, pulling him closer, close enough for Xander to grind against him, breathing hard between frantic kisses.
Neither of them heard the door opening, and only Giles heard the quiet, choked laughter, looking up to see Faith smirking at them. "Explains a lot," he thought he heard her mutter, but before he could apologize--or, in fact, before he could stop what Xander was doing--she'd gone.
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on 2005-04-20 02:46 am (UTC)It wasn’t often that Buffy visited the amphitheatre. She’d had her fill of orchestra field trips back in the LA days…
But when Angel started talking about seeing the San Francisco philharmonic, suddenly Buffy was a fan. At least, enough to invite herself along for a concert. In her best sundress, daisies in her hair. A normal (except way prettier) girlfriend on a normal date, with her sexy, if annoyingly over-cultured boyfriend.
She even liked the music.
It would have been too much to ask for one night without a demon attack on the way back to the parking lot…
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on 2005-04-20 03:10 am (UTC)Prompt: Superstar-verse
Warren wants the bitch to pay. These Sunnydale snobs don’t know a good thing when they see it. This one is so beautiful but she’s looking at him with disdain, like he’s something smashed on the bottom of her expensive shoes.
He’s going to make her sorry for thinking she had the right to turn him down. His hand wraps tightly around her upper arm in a bruising grip and he’s just about to push her down on her uppity-ass when a commanding voice stops him in his tracks.
“Let her go, asshole.”
Damn Jonathan, always screwing up his plans.
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on 2005-04-20 02:51 pm (UTC)Perfect.
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on 2005-04-20 03:17 am (UTC)Note: I did a little research and it turns out that there was a big power outage in New York that summer that lasted a few days (click here (http://blackout.gmu.edu/highlights/blackout77.html) for some interesting info on it). I took some liberties with the timing of Spike killing Nikki Wood and made them happen at the same time.
Second Best Day of His Life
Drusilla always loved the rain. She liked to dance outside to the rhythm of the thunder and feel raindrops falling like little stars to land on her head.
Her Spike had left her alone that night, so she had no one to dance with. She found one pretty woman, but she tasted like old rose petals and didn’t like the rain. Dru was very disappointed until she noticed all of the light on the streets turn off like magic. Minutes later, people filled the streets, eager and scared and delicious.
She found Spike hours later in a crowd of people, grinning and looking lovely in a new black coat. Dru grabbed his hand and pulled him close. “Come see, my love. The lights have gone out and everyone wants to dance with me.”
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