Fic: More prompt-a-thon drabbles
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Since I had a few more people hand me prompts, here is another Whedonverse set. That is all for now because I have to finish a few deadline fics. (Like the Fuffy one I already got an extension on...) Also, not as happy with this batch. Not sure why. But couldn't get them right so feel free to suggest.
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chixdiglinux
This was Lilah’s old office. No one needed to tell him. He knew it was. He could see her, smell her, the way her essence had soaked into every crevice of the place. There were traces of her where ever he looked, subtle hints of the previous tenant like a nick in the desk, or a tube of lipstick in a drawer, or the indentation of her Manolo heel in the carpet. They tried to take her out but the echo of Lilah Morgan remained, fading more each day as Wes made this place his own but never really gone.
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bakatulip
It was the little things that she appreciated the most. The way that Charles wouldn’t suggest they go to an action movie ‘cause they had enough action in their lives fighting all those demons and vampires. He wouldn’t protest when she wanted to see the latest documentary on string theory, even though they both knew he’d have no idea what was going on. He’d let her hold the popcorn bucket too. Never once made a sound about her getting to the bottom when he only had a few handfuls.
It’s the little things he did that made her love him.
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sl_podcast
“This has totally got to stop, mom! Okay, so she is still in elementary school, I can deal with the carrying around a lunchbox thing but the all black? What is wrong with the Spice Girls? She listens to Garbage!” Buffy huffed, hands on her hips.
“Buffy, if Dawn wants to listen to bad music, let her express herself. I remember when you used to sing along to Paula Abdul.” Joyce replied.
“Garbage is a band, mom.” Buffy rolled her eyes. “And this is totally different! I didn’t mope around and like get all giddy when the acid rain starts!”
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lauratd
Angel caught her hunched over the body of a college student on the Stanford campus. He was in time that she hadn’t gotten to Connor yet but too late for that poor sap. She held his heart in his hand. She was pumping the cooling organ, doing the job it had been doing only minutes earlier, blood spilling over her hand.
She turned to look at him, her lips stained. She dropped the heart, bringing a finger up. “Shhh, daddy, he sleeps. Will put your baby boy to bed soon too.”
Without choice, Angel plunged the stake into her chest.
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chixdiglinux (This one turned into a double drabble, 200 words)
Cordelia followed the sound of the guitar. This place was dark and the music was the only thing that was guiding her. She could barely make out the musician until she was almost upon him. It was Lindsey, a gaping hole in his chest.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, you got into heaven?” she scoffed.
He just chuckled, low, deep, and slow. It sounded like it was building up from his wound and spilling out over his lips. “Not quite.”
“Ooookay, then where exactly is this? I think I am lost. I served The Powers, I want my reward!”
“Wolfram & Hart holding dimension. Angel should have read that contract little better. Dealing with lawyers after all.”
“There is no way Angel would sell me out.”
“Think he already has. All of you. Hell, he didn’t even kill me himself. Kind of a disappointment for me too.”
Cordelia was about to say something else when she saw another figure in the darkness coming towards them. She said a single word, hanging on her lips. “Wes.”
She knew it was true. She didn’t even want to think what kind of hell awaited them because of Angel’s deal with the devil.
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not_purrrfect (Another double drabble)
“…And really, I never would have become a witch, well I probably would have become a witch but you know, not as soon, if it wasn’t for her.” Willow said.
“She really meant a lot to you, huh?” Kennedy asked, shifting uncomfortably on her feet.
“She meant a lot to a lot of people. That is why this is so important.” Willow finished a last few keystrokes on her keyboard and then moved her mouse.
“Yeah, but…”
“Kennedy, it is important for every young witch out there to know about Jenny Calendar. Who she was, what she did. It is witch history. And this website and my book, it is going to preserve her legacy. I am giving all those young witches out there what I didn’t have. Well, wouldn’t have had if I hadn’t been stealing books from Giles and sneaking time in the library when he was out training Buffy. Witchkind needs to be educated, especially on the greats.”
Kennedy smiled. She always did like it when her redhead woman got all passionate about something. “Okay, baby. We will make the Jenny Calendar Appreciation site and your No Warts and All book the biggest thing since well, anything.”
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This was Lilah’s old office. No one needed to tell him. He knew it was. He could see her, smell her, the way her essence had soaked into every crevice of the place. There were traces of her where ever he looked, subtle hints of the previous tenant like a nick in the desk, or a tube of lipstick in a drawer, or the indentation of her Manolo heel in the carpet. They tried to take her out but the echo of Lilah Morgan remained, fading more each day as Wes made this place his own but never really gone.
For
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It was the little things that she appreciated the most. The way that Charles wouldn’t suggest they go to an action movie ‘cause they had enough action in their lives fighting all those demons and vampires. He wouldn’t protest when she wanted to see the latest documentary on string theory, even though they both knew he’d have no idea what was going on. He’d let her hold the popcorn bucket too. Never once made a sound about her getting to the bottom when he only had a few handfuls.
It’s the little things he did that made her love him.
For
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“This has totally got to stop, mom! Okay, so she is still in elementary school, I can deal with the carrying around a lunchbox thing but the all black? What is wrong with the Spice Girls? She listens to Garbage!” Buffy huffed, hands on her hips.
“Buffy, if Dawn wants to listen to bad music, let her express herself. I remember when you used to sing along to Paula Abdul.” Joyce replied.
“Garbage is a band, mom.” Buffy rolled her eyes. “And this is totally different! I didn’t mope around and like get all giddy when the acid rain starts!”
For
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Angel caught her hunched over the body of a college student on the Stanford campus. He was in time that she hadn’t gotten to Connor yet but too late for that poor sap. She held his heart in his hand. She was pumping the cooling organ, doing the job it had been doing only minutes earlier, blood spilling over her hand.
She turned to look at him, her lips stained. She dropped the heart, bringing a finger up. “Shhh, daddy, he sleeps. Will put your baby boy to bed soon too.”
Without choice, Angel plunged the stake into her chest.
For
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Cordelia followed the sound of the guitar. This place was dark and the music was the only thing that was guiding her. She could barely make out the musician until she was almost upon him. It was Lindsey, a gaping hole in his chest.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, you got into heaven?” she scoffed.
He just chuckled, low, deep, and slow. It sounded like it was building up from his wound and spilling out over his lips. “Not quite.”
“Ooookay, then where exactly is this? I think I am lost. I served The Powers, I want my reward!”
“Wolfram & Hart holding dimension. Angel should have read that contract little better. Dealing with lawyers after all.”
“There is no way Angel would sell me out.”
“Think he already has. All of you. Hell, he didn’t even kill me himself. Kind of a disappointment for me too.”
Cordelia was about to say something else when she saw another figure in the darkness coming towards them. She said a single word, hanging on her lips. “Wes.”
She knew it was true. She didn’t even want to think what kind of hell awaited them because of Angel’s deal with the devil.
For
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“…And really, I never would have become a witch, well I probably would have become a witch but you know, not as soon, if it wasn’t for her.” Willow said.
“She really meant a lot to you, huh?” Kennedy asked, shifting uncomfortably on her feet.
“She meant a lot to a lot of people. That is why this is so important.” Willow finished a last few keystrokes on her keyboard and then moved her mouse.
“Yeah, but…”
“Kennedy, it is important for every young witch out there to know about Jenny Calendar. Who she was, what she did. It is witch history. And this website and my book, it is going to preserve her legacy. I am giving all those young witches out there what I didn’t have. Well, wouldn’t have had if I hadn’t been stealing books from Giles and sneaking time in the library when he was out training Buffy. Witchkind needs to be educated, especially on the greats.”
Kennedy smiled. She always did like it when her redhead woman got all passionate about something. “Okay, baby. We will make the Jenny Calendar Appreciation site and your No Warts and All book the biggest thing since well, anything.”
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Date: 2007-07-04 12:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-04 07:03 pm (UTC)Tragic, but good. I also have a kink for any fic involving Wesley and Cordelia in the afterlife. Yay!
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Date: 2007-07-04 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-09 01:33 am (UTC)If you like Wes and Cordy in the afterlife, someone on my flist wrote a nice ficlet about them. I can find it and link it if you want.
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Date: 2007-07-09 09:59 pm (UTC)Besides, Angel and his people always get fucked over. It's what they do best?
And yes! Link me, link me! I look forward to it.
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:31 am (UTC)And I adore the sick and twisted relationship of Wes/Lilah. So I am glad someone else liked that piece. LOL
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:35 am (UTC)That's also why I liked Willow/Tara, since they were shown doing more couple-like things as well.
Stuff I could see me doing.
Which was lovely.
And Wes/Lilah- Sick. Twisted. Hawt. As far as angst sex goes? Wes/Lilah so much better than Spuffy.
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Date: 2007-07-09 03:17 am (UTC)But I did like the couply moments whenever we got them. That is usually why I started to like a couple. Admist all the horrible things going on, they could still find time for the little things.
And Wes/Lilah...so much better than Spuffy by like a million in my book. (Cause in my book either Buffy gets with Riley (couply moments a plenty there) or she realized Faith is her other half. With Wes/Lilah, I think it was sick, twisted, and hot without it edging into the more abusive category. Lilah never had to beat the hell out of Wes to get him to rise to the occasion.
Annnnnnnnd...stepping OFF the box now. LOL
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Date: 2007-07-05 10:44 pm (UTC)And the one with Lindsey and Cordy rocks because, yeah, it seems entirely likely that the price Angel set them all up to pay was a whole lot bigger than he knew. And you have a wicked Lindsey voice! Who knew?
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Date: 2007-07-09 01:35 am (UTC)In regards to Angel, here is what I said to someone else: Well, let's face facts. Angel, not exactly the smartest cookie sometimes. He thinks too much with his heart and his blood and not with the right head, if you get my drift. I could have seen him signing over for Cordelia's care and them putting in a clause about the afterlife too.
And I love Wes/Lilah. It was so sick and twisted and just plain dirty wrong. Really, sometimes, you just need that. And it is clear that Wes never stopped "caring" about her since he tried to destroy her contract, to release her from the W&H afterlife. I would think he would still think of her.