Post by xaphania on Jun 11, 2009 17:08:03 GMT -5
I occasionally write drabbles, so I've decided to post the ones I have written here.
Title: Please, Slayer?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: Spike tries the art of persuasion.
A/N: A silly little drabble, 100 words exactly.
“No. I’m not doing that. Nuh-uh!”
“Oh, come on, Slayer! Please?” Spike pouted.
“No! It’s bad… and wrong and… and creepy!”
“Come on pet, you’ll love it. Do this for me,” he leered, “and I’ll… do anything you want.”
“Anything I want?” Buffy’s eyes glazed over, as she lost herself in daydreams of Spike’s talented… parts.
“Yeah luv, whatever you want,” he smirked.
“Ohh no,” Buffy frowned, “I see what you tried to do there. So not going to work, mister!”
“But Buffy… luv… you don’t understand, I need to…”
“No, Spike. Not happening. I’m not watching Passions with you!”
Title: Daddy's Home
Rating: PG
Summary: A glimpse of Spike and Dru.
"Don't bloody start, Dru!"
"Daddy's coming home, oh yes he is. He played with sunshine and it burnt. Pretty little girl took the light from his heart and gave him back to us."
The brunette clapped her hands together in delight, and span around the room, ignoring both Spike and the Judge as she continued to mutter to herself.
“Miss Edith whispered in my ear…Heart and Spirit and Mind will try to take him from us, my William, but he is our feast, not theirs. We can start again.”
“What’re you yammerin’ ‘bout this time, Dru?”
The vampire ignored him, turning instead to the door of the factory.
“Daddy’s home.”
Title: Every Night
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Spike/Buffy
Summary: Every night he saves her
There hadn’t been enough time.
That was all it came down to. Not enough bloody time.
She haunted his dreams, came to him every night after he’d sought solace in a bottle of Jack.
And every night he saved her.
He climbed the steps of the tower just a little bit faster.
He got to Doc just a little bit sooner.
He punched the wanker just a little bit harder.
He got to Dawn just a little bit quicker.
And Buffy didn’t die.
Every night he saved her.
Title: Reasons You Should Never Leave Andrew Alone With the Computer
Rating: 12+
Summary: When you're in the middle of an apocalypse, when the house is full of potential slayers and when Sunnydale's going to hell - literally - you should never leave Andrew alone with the computer.
Notes: Silly little drabbles. With pictures!
One
“Can I take your picture?”
“No. Piss off.”
“So, um, how tall are you?
“Go away.”
“Oh, I get it. It’s okay. Some guys are sensitive about their height. Jonath-”
“I don’t give a damn about my height. But you seem to! Why. Are. You. Bothering. Me?”
“Oh, you know, research… And it is completely understandable about the height thing, what with Buffy’s ex and fellow vampyre being all…tall and stuff…”
“Andrew. Get the hell out of this basement before I bite you.”
“Okay, going, going.”
“Good. And Angel wears lifts, you know.”
“Oh…okay. So, um. Star sign?”
“ANDREW!”
Click the thumbnail!
**
Two
“What’s another word for glowing?”
“Shining?”
“Oh no, dear Slayer-In-Training, shining simply won’t do.”
“Radiant?”
“Radiant. Hmm. ‘Her hair fanned out on the pillow, the light from the candles casting a radiant glow…’ No, that doesn’t fit either.”
“Luminous?”
“Silly, silly Vi. Luminous just isn’t what I’m looking for. Hey, Spike, you must be good with words, being from the land of hope and glory and great sci-fi and all. What’s another word for glowing?”
“No sodding clue.”
“Take a chill pill, mister! No need to be all moody.”
“What are you doing, anyway?”
“Dawn, Dawn, Dawn. Little Dawnie. I am composing an epic story, where good triumphs over evil, where romance isn’t dead, where-”
“Where ‘Bunny’s chest was heaving’ and ‘Spych’s enormous-’ Oh my god, Andrew! Gross!”
“It’s not finished yet.”
“You’re disgusting. And c’mon? Bunny and Spych? Really? Be sooo glad that you still owe me for the refrigerator incident.”
Click the thumbnail to read Andrew's badfic!
**
Three
“Anya? I need help.”
“I think that was established a long time ago, Hostage Boy.”
“Don’t be mean Xander. What is it you need, small annoying man?”
“Um, well, hypothetically, if you were Spike-”
“What do you mean if I were Spike? I’m not Spike. I had sex with Spike. But I’m not Spike.”
“No, that’s why I said hypothetically. Anyway. If you were Spike-”
“Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t so much hypothetic as pathetic?”
“Stop interrupting, Xander! Let the irritating child talk.”
“Well, um, would you prefer to be stranded on a desert island with Princess Leia, or trapped in a spaceship with Lara Croft?”
“But that makes no sense. Why would Spike be stranded on a desert island? And why would Princess Leia be there? Wouldn’t she be in the spaceship? And I highly doubt Lara Croft would let herself get trapped in outer space. Your hypothetical world makes no sense.”
“Oh never mind! I’ll go ask Amanda…”
“You do that. Go you! Hey, Xander?”
“Mmm, Princess Leia and Lara Croft, on a beach…”
“Xander? Xander!”
Click the thumbnail to see Andrew's bad manip!
Title: Please, Slayer?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Summary: Spike tries the art of persuasion.
A/N: A silly little drabble, 100 words exactly.
“No. I’m not doing that. Nuh-uh!”
“Oh, come on, Slayer! Please?” Spike pouted.
“No! It’s bad… and wrong and… and creepy!”
“Come on pet, you’ll love it. Do this for me,” he leered, “and I’ll… do anything you want.”
“Anything I want?” Buffy’s eyes glazed over, as she lost herself in daydreams of Spike’s talented… parts.
“Yeah luv, whatever you want,” he smirked.
“Ohh no,” Buffy frowned, “I see what you tried to do there. So not going to work, mister!”
“But Buffy… luv… you don’t understand, I need to…”
“No, Spike. Not happening. I’m not watching Passions with you!”
Title: Daddy's Home
Rating: PG
Summary: A glimpse of Spike and Dru.
"Don't bloody start, Dru!"
"Daddy's coming home, oh yes he is. He played with sunshine and it burnt. Pretty little girl took the light from his heart and gave him back to us."
The brunette clapped her hands together in delight, and span around the room, ignoring both Spike and the Judge as she continued to mutter to herself.
“Miss Edith whispered in my ear…Heart and Spirit and Mind will try to take him from us, my William, but he is our feast, not theirs. We can start again.”
“What’re you yammerin’ ‘bout this time, Dru?”
The vampire ignored him, turning instead to the door of the factory.
“Daddy’s home.”
Title: Every Night
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Implied Spike/Buffy
Summary: Every night he saves her
There hadn’t been enough time.
That was all it came down to. Not enough bloody time.
She haunted his dreams, came to him every night after he’d sought solace in a bottle of Jack.
And every night he saved her.
He climbed the steps of the tower just a little bit faster.
He got to Doc just a little bit sooner.
He punched the wanker just a little bit harder.
He got to Dawn just a little bit quicker.
And Buffy didn’t die.
Every night he saved her.
Title: Reasons You Should Never Leave Andrew Alone With the Computer
Rating: 12+
Summary: When you're in the middle of an apocalypse, when the house is full of potential slayers and when Sunnydale's going to hell - literally - you should never leave Andrew alone with the computer.
Notes: Silly little drabbles. With pictures!
One
“Can I take your picture?”
“No. Piss off.”
“So, um, how tall are you?
“Go away.”
“Oh, I get it. It’s okay. Some guys are sensitive about their height. Jonath-”
“I don’t give a damn about my height. But you seem to! Why. Are. You. Bothering. Me?”
“Oh, you know, research… And it is completely understandable about the height thing, what with Buffy’s ex and fellow vampyre being all…tall and stuff…”
“Andrew. Get the hell out of this basement before I bite you.”
“Okay, going, going.”
“Good. And Angel wears lifts, you know.”
“Oh…okay. So, um. Star sign?”
“ANDREW!”
Click the thumbnail!
**
Two
“What’s another word for glowing?”
“Shining?”
“Oh no, dear Slayer-In-Training, shining simply won’t do.”
“Radiant?”
“Radiant. Hmm. ‘Her hair fanned out on the pillow, the light from the candles casting a radiant glow…’ No, that doesn’t fit either.”
“Luminous?”
“Silly, silly Vi. Luminous just isn’t what I’m looking for. Hey, Spike, you must be good with words, being from the land of hope and glory and great sci-fi and all. What’s another word for glowing?”
“No sodding clue.”
“Take a chill pill, mister! No need to be all moody.”
“What are you doing, anyway?”
“Dawn, Dawn, Dawn. Little Dawnie. I am composing an epic story, where good triumphs over evil, where romance isn’t dead, where-”
“Where ‘Bunny’s chest was heaving’ and ‘Spych’s enormous-’ Oh my god, Andrew! Gross!”
“It’s not finished yet.”
“You’re disgusting. And c’mon? Bunny and Spych? Really? Be sooo glad that you still owe me for the refrigerator incident.”
Click the thumbnail to read Andrew's badfic!
**
Three
“Anya? I need help.”
“I think that was established a long time ago, Hostage Boy.”
“Don’t be mean Xander. What is it you need, small annoying man?”
“Um, well, hypothetically, if you were Spike-”
“What do you mean if I were Spike? I’m not Spike. I had sex with Spike. But I’m not Spike.”
“No, that’s why I said hypothetically. Anyway. If you were Spike-”
“Why do I get the feeling that this isn’t so much hypothetic as pathetic?”
“Stop interrupting, Xander! Let the irritating child talk.”
“Well, um, would you prefer to be stranded on a desert island with Princess Leia, or trapped in a spaceship with Lara Croft?”
“But that makes no sense. Why would Spike be stranded on a desert island? And why would Princess Leia be there? Wouldn’t she be in the spaceship? And I highly doubt Lara Croft would let herself get trapped in outer space. Your hypothetical world makes no sense.”
“Oh never mind! I’ll go ask Amanda…”
“You do that. Go you! Hey, Xander?”
“Mmm, Princess Leia and Lara Croft, on a beach…”
“Xander? Xander!”
Click the thumbnail to see Andrew's bad manip!
Those were great, and the thumbnails just about killed me. Thankfully i'm alone cause i was laughing pretty loudly like an idiot. I love the whole back and forth between Spike and Andrew and you just nail it every time. 
Andrew and the computer. BRILLIANT!