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SUMMARY: Once upon a time Doyle started a Drabble Tag thread. I
became... slightly... addicted. *G*
Willow/Faith, post Orpheus
// Angel/Spike, WML (151) // Snyder. Earshot // Giles/Ethan
(142) // Angel/Spike (127) // Devon/Connor // Spike/Holden
(135) // Lilah/Harmony, S5 AU (132) // Connor. College // Anya,
Oz (167) // Faith/Giles, DARK (149) // Gunn // Buffy/Angel
// Lorne (120) // Spike,
Dawn (146) // Anya/Angel (218) // Willow/Tara (113) // Buffy,
Angelus (124) // Spike/Joyce (170) // The First Slayer // Buffy/Angelus.
Dark (104) // Willow/Spike (182) // Cordelia/Buffy (101) // Xander/Tara
(141) // Bethany (from Untouched) (110) // Drusilla, The Master (143) // Dru/Groo (128)
Willow/Faith, post Orpheus
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.
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Angel/Spike, WML
Drusilla tires too easily these days. Spike traces her cheek fondly before facing the
vampire chained at his feet. He smiles as he brings out the tray of ice in his hands.
Angel looks at him suspiciously.
Spike takes a cube and traces it across the scars on Angel’s skin. The holy water is
still there, and now the molten ice carries it further down Angel’s chest. Not enough
to sizzle and burn but Spike watches interestedly as the muscles twitch in discomfort.
Angel’s nostrils flare in anger; Spike guesses he’s liking this too much and
decides he should get something in return. His head bends just a little and a kiss is
stolen.
Angel licks his lips afterwards. “You missed me this much?”
Spike slaps his face, bruising the lips he just kissed under his rings. “We have no
time to find out,” he says before leaving the room again.
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Snyder. Earshot
They think he doesn’t see beyond his nose.
Who called the agents for Marcie? Who hired that swim coach? It was he who let the
Bezoar into the basement – for a very large fee, of course.
He knows everything that happens in his school. Make-out in Chemistry Room, wild PDA in
the cafeteria, cheating in Maths class and murder in Physics. It’s all old hat for
Snyder.
Summers is behaving especially weird today and Snyder almost claps in delight when he
understands the cause.
He wants it, this new gift of hers.
With it, nobody will ever escape him anymore.
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Giles/Ethan
Giles always hoped it wouldn’t come to this. Of course, he 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.
Wild parties back in the 70’s. Girls around them and looking into each other’s
eyes as they fucked that night’s pick. Ethan always opened his mouth without saying
anything before coming and later Giles had kept his lips apart with a forceful kiss.
He flashbacks to sweat and magic and long thin fingers branding him. Giles hadn’t
mind then, if he tries he can still feel their ghost 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.
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Angel/Spike
Spike doesn’t think much about sunlight. He used to, long ago. Compared it to
kisses and caresses and whispers of love as skin surrounded skin.
Angel never kisses like sunlight, not even now when he thinks he’s so close to
achieving it.
Angel mouths some crazy, quickly forgotten words against his neck. Spike arches into his
touch and looks at the city beyond the window panels. It’s all in sky blues and
whites, like he never thought he’d see the world again. L.A. under the sunlight as
Angel mouths some crazy, quickly forgotten words against his neck.
But it’s not real, it doesn’t touch him.
As Angel’s fingers press against his hips and bruise the skin, Spike understands
sunlight isn’t the only absentee present in this room.
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Devon/Connor
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.”
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Spike/Holden
There’s nothing like a pretty boy first thing in the night. Walk up to him, begin a
conversation, notice how the words flow easily from his mouth. Spike knows this one would
know the rhyme to effulgent, it’s written all over his face.
Couple of beers come, couple of beers go. Now he knows the kid’s name, his prospects
and a couple theories about why Spike feels like he feels. Webster here is a talker,
alright, but it is Spike who talks him into going somewhere private.
He remembers how he was brought into submission, all those decades ago. That was after
becoming a vampire, but right now Spike is too eager to wait. Besides, it’s something
like an achievement to keep that mouth closed, and right now Spike really needs to achieve
something. Anything.
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Lilah/Harmony, S5 AU
Harmony is... refreshing, Lilah thinks. Like a glass of water after too many cocktails or,
better yet, like a pair of comfortable slippers after a day on high heels.
It begun as a simple move against Angel, who better than his secretary to betray him?
Harmony had been a precious pawn in her hands, only that the annoying girl wouldn’t
play by the rules. She refused to grasp that she was low – very low – in the
W&H food chain. Slowly she had won a half-permanent place in her bed, done so without
Lilah really noticing until it was done.
“Why?” she asks tonight.
Harmony giggles, cuddling closer to her as if the heat really mattered.
“Osmosis,” she whispers.
Lilah smiles, pets the blonde hair and understands what she tried to say. Symbiosis.
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Connor. College
Today is the great day. At last he’s going to (Earth) college.
Connor looks around his (cave) room, noticing how the walls seem bare now that there are
no (weapons) posters hanging on them.
He checks his trunk for a last time. Makes sure to pack a couple extra (stakes) books and
a (sword) Gi-Joe doll he’s guiltily fond of.
The calls from (a man) his father have gotten louder and (a stranger) his mom says that
she misses him already.
(Why?) He smiles and (jumps through the portal) leaves the room.
Now (Steven) Connor is ready to (kill) go.
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Anya, Oz
He’s growing restless, that Anya knows for a fact. It doesn’t matter how he
tries to hide it and how many chaste kisses on the forehead he gives to Willow. Anya
hasn’t been a demon for nothing, thank you very much, and she recognises the symptoms
of unfulfilled murderous tendencies.
Oz shows each and every one of them
“Why?” she asks him one day. She’s curious, talking about her past deeds
makes Anya feel a little better, how does Oz cope with it?
He looks at her and doesn’t act as if he didn’t know what she’s talking
about. “I can’t let it win,” he answers and lets out a bitter smile.
Anya frowns. Something is wrong with this statement on his. Oh yes. “One day it will,
you are only human, you cannot stop it.”
Oz shakes his head and shrugs. “I know.”
Anya feels something like sadness when she watches him leave. Maybe he is the first male
she’s not pleased to see so defeated.
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Faith/Giles, DARK
It’s wrong in so many ways that he can’t start to count them
It’s wrong because her eyes always look a little betrayed when they are finished. She
always looks at him like this - this - was exactly what she’d expected.
He closes her eyes with kisses as he pumps into her again.
It’s wrong because he never looks at her while he is fucking her and she
laughs afterwards telling him what a sick bastard he is. Old wolf under the wool, she
whispers before she bites his nipple. You still waiting for Little Red and Goldilocks?
He presses her head against his body, tells her rashly to shut up and suck him off. Wicked
Witch, he tells her, the one to seek me for a little fun. Aren’t you having fun now?
he asks cruelly as he drives semen-coated fingers into her mouth.
She only laughs.
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Gunn
Gunn learned about trust as a little kid. It was always there, staring up at him from
Alonna’s eyes. Her trust meant that he was worthly.
Then came the gang and trust was a gift to be given exclusively to those who could guard
his back as well as their own. It didn’t matter whose life he saved or who freed him
from certain death, everything was about delaying the next burial’s date.
Angel came next and Gunn had learned to trust him too. But something changed in the last
years. Gunn wonders when he began doing the back-stabbing himself.
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Buffy/Angel
Angel thinks about his dream as Buffy remembers hers.
They were sitting on his bed. Her head leaned against his shoulder and she whispered
‘Kiss me’. He did, kissed her until her lips opened and she moaned in his arms.
Let his hands go over her back, careful not to touch anything she didn’t ask to be
touched. But she never complained and he was free to touch her at his will. Perfection.
Back in reality, she mentions her birthday and asks him shyly to surprise her.
Buffy is so young that Angel knows it’s an easy feat to accomplish.
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Lorne
Lorne knows he got into this world a couple decades too late. He’s all about the love
and peace and that’s exactly what he can’t get. Oh, there’s music and that
makes it bearable. And there’s that anti-violence spell he’s so fond of, makes
his line of work that much easier.
But nothing stops Angel & Co. from coming into his life. Lorne already feels a lot
like a china shop, all those laughs at his original world made him quite sensitive, but
that’s no reason for Angel’s problems to behave like the infamous bull.
Lorne watches as peace and love flee from the battlefield until the only thing that
remains is the music.
It sounds a little like good-bye.
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Spike, Dawn
He has been a fool for too long, should’ve guessed as soon as Dawn found that damned
book. But Apocalypses have this knack to make him lose common sense and he hadn’t
actually thought about it until much later, when he was chained at Glory’s mercy and
he understood how inhuman the goddess was.
That was when the thought struck him.
Created by monks, she wasn’t more than a Galathea. Imitation of life and... just what
could he do to her? First she had been too protected, then the chip had stopped
him. Spike needs to know.
He finds her on her couch, watching one of those movies she used to watch with her mom. A
smile greets him when she sees him. He pats her head, just a bit more forcefully. He is
already thinking what his next step should be when the pain hits.
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Anya/Angel
Anya is glad that Angel only saw her once in this lifetime, in a half-dark ambience and
with so many thoughts in his head that Xander’s girlfriend didn’t really count.
She remembered him from some decades ago, how to forget that puppy-eyed face?
It had been a day of work like any other, with her working on some posh lady who had been
abandoned by her most recent lover. The fact that said lover had run off with the love of
his life was of no importance, of course, Anya had only wanted those two little words.
That was when the stupid whelp of a dog had run off. Next thing she knew a souled vampire
had rescued the thing from certain death. And that wasn’t all, that ‘selfless
act’ had restored the woman’s faith in men, go figure.
Later she’d gone face him, ask him why he went around meddling in others’
business, couldn’t he have eaten the damned dog and be done with it? That was when
she had realised who she was talking to.
Yes, Angelus was only a mere half-breed, and a faulty one at that. But he was pretty,
confused and lost. Did she mention pretty? She was only female and very
pissed off, could anyone really blame her for what happened next?
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Willow/Tara
Tara moaned in her bed. So this what was happened when you ate too many chocolate cookies
in one night, you felt near-death the next morning and your guilty lover wouldn’t
come to say sorry.
“Don’t be silly,” Willow calmed her, holding her hand and patting it
quietly.
Tara just glared.
“Okay, they were my cookies.” Willow paused. “For the whole
gang, no wonder you got sick.”
“They were too good.” Tara pouted. “I’m never eating chocolate
cookies. Ever.”
Willow laughed. “Of course you will. I will make them and you won’t be able to
resist me.”
Tara groaned, tightening the hand around Willow’s. But she had to admit the redhead
was right.
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Buffy, Angelus
Angelus thinks it’s only a fancy, like so many others he had in the past.
He knows he shouldn’t shadow her like the pathetic puppy he’s no more. He should
attack, teach her how he earned his reputation. So far she’s only seen what Angelus
can do 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 knows he’s always behind her like the shadow she never requested. Buffy calls
herself damned every time she’s comforted by it. Angelus will attack, she is sure,
and when he does it will destroy whatever fragile hope he hadn’t swept away yet.
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Spike/Joyce
It didn’t begin the first time Joyce saw him, nor the second when he was too busy
crying over his girlfriend to let her take a good look at his face.
It begun somewhere after he was granted access to her house. Joyce would notice how he
walked through the house which didn’t really know the touch of a man. She looked as
he lifted the bags she needed help bringing from the car.
She has heard everything about mid-life crisis, has seen Hank run off with a pretty thing
half his age. But this is ridiculous. She laughs at the thought of Spike being the
reckless young man he portrays, Joyce isn’t even sure if she is half his
age.
It doesn’t make sense, Joyce knows. Her youngest nurses a crush on him and Buffy
alternates between looking at him hungrily and murderously, sometimes both. Joyce has no
place in the Spike-parade.
But that won’t stop her from asking him to carry the ‘too heavy’ bags into
the kitchen.
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The First Slayer
She looks everything around her with new eyes. There’s no room for fear, no place for
doubt.
She has skills others only dream of, is connected to Earth and Magic and Spirit, a holy
trinity that keeps her apart from those at her side.
Hunting is no longer done for food or clothes, not to protect, not to save those beneath
her. She hunts because it’s duty and duty dictates everything she can be. She cannot
be a girl, her gender is only a label which was discarded somewhere.
She has stopped being ‘she’ and has become it. THE Slayer.
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Buffy/Angelus. Dark
Her body was heavy against him. Quickly, he slashed his wrist with the glass he’d
kept in his pocket 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.
Done.
He closed her eyes reverently, not bothered by his own softness, and remembered her last
word. “Why?”
Angelus had laughed then, 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.
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Willow/Spike
Everybody repeated that Willow was not to blame, that Oz was just confused and she could
have done nothing to stop him.
That was why she went to Spike. Willow knew that the vampire had no reason to lie. She
sneaked into Xander’s basement when she knew her best friend was out with Anya and
sat in front of Spike until he was too tired of threatening her to death.
His eyebrow cocked in disbelief. “So Wolf-Boy left?” Was his only comment after
she finished telling her story.
She nodded forlornly.
“Shame.” He shook his head. “A pretty girl like you and he runs away.”
His eyes took a far-away look. “Guess everyone is leaving their better halves with no
good cause.”
Willow frowned. Oh. Drusilla. Of course. She looked at Spike studiously for a long time.
“Misery loves company, don’t you think?” she said at last.
A corner of his lips lifted in a knowing smile. Willow blushed when it struck how
propositioning that sounded. Then she awkwardly scrambled away when she realised that it
had been exactly what she’d meant.
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Cordelia/Buffy
AKA: you know Leni went crazy when she writes both B/A and B/C in the same drabble
Cordelia never breaths a word, content at having her share of virgin Slayer. Buffy just
likes to see the prom queen on her knees.
She has no fear of cheating on her boyfriend, he practically devours every detail she can
remember. Buffy swears it turns him on better than anything else. She even offered to film
everything, but Angel prefers her words over the cold images.
So Buffy tells him about caressing Cordelia lazily under her expensive panties and how the
princess breathes senseless words when she comes.
The memories make her as hot and hungry as the story makes him.
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Xander/Tara
In the roller-coaster that is his friendship with Willow, Xander never thought he’d
entertain thoughts of stealing his best friend’s girlfriend away.
Yes, he took the one who’d been protagonist in Jesse’s dreams. But Jesse
wasn’t there to reclaim her and, truthfully, Cordelia had never actually belonged to
him.
Yes, he once tried to take Willow from Oz, but it hadn’t worked. Willow had chosen
the werewolf over him and years later Xander even understands why.
This is different.
Now he looks enviously when Tara smiles at Willow and whispers silly jokes into her
lover’s ears. Xander knows it’s wrong, that he has Anya and she is better than
the others believe.
But Tara is special, a soothing light when Anya pulls him gleefully through her ups and
downs. Xander is afraid he won’t be able to deny himself for long.
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Bethany (from Untouched)
There are some things you can’t forget.
Like Dad whispering to stay very, very quiet and then saying not to tell your little
secret. You only nodded because it wasn’t something you wanted anyone else to know.
Like looking at those excuses for an human being and thinking that no other girl deserves
to hide within herself. This will just be another secret to hide.
Lilah tells you that this is your chance at freedom, and somehow it’s true. But later
you understand that you’re losing yourself in the high of your power.
You can’t forget, much less forgive. But killing Dad is a secret you won’t have
to keep.
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Drusilla/The Master, kinda
One of the first things Darla did after realising her Angelus wasn’t coming back was
to take her ungrateful family to the Master’s court for protection.
Drusilla fit in like a glove, between her foretelling words and the insight she displayed
sometimes, the seer quickly found her own niche in the little society. Like a true child
of Angelus, Drusilla knew what she wanted and who she’d have to please to obtain it.
She only did it with much more style than her sir.
When Darla heard whispers about the Master being fascinated by Drusilla’s gift and
the opportunities her visions would give him, Darla knew that the old vampire’s
favour was about to bend in a direction she didn’t like.
She took the children back to Eastern Europe claiming nostalgia and left them after making
sure they couldn’t find their way back.
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Dru/Groo
Such a pretty boy, look at you, broken and yet so pretty. Will I always pick the pieces of
their broken toys? My angel didn’t care enough for my girl. Left her all alone to die
and I had to go and make her better. I will make you better too, you won’t remember
that cheerleader casting you aside.
That you’re not from this realm? Of course I know it, your homeland calls for you
right now. Pretty boy, pretty doll, you will do for everyone I have lost.
Why come back now? If it was to see your princess, there are bad news. She fell too, and I
wasn’t there to glue her back together. Now you won’t be able to see her through
your new eyes.
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