sparklebutch: (Default)
First, the good things:

A short story, The Haunted Author

A good, uplifting news article on gender equality

Some disturbing but interesting images, Fallen Princesses

Yes, I opted out on the LJ linking thing. Let me know if there's any news on that.


The Art Of Seduction, Giles/Ethan

Suns And Guns, Spike, Wesley

Under The Unblinking Sun, Highlander, Horsemen

And a tiny SV drabble which Tastes Like Old Times, for a nostalgic chat.

The last proper fic I posted before this batch, not including Highlander drabbles and dribbles, was on March 22nd, 2009, it seems. It was Violet Sundown, a Giles/Ethan/Xander pwp.

And now to the depressing, personal stuff. )

sparklebutch: (bump in the night)
Title: Sunlight Through The Shutters
Fandom: Buffy, Angel
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Prompt: sun, from [ profile] oxoniensis' Porn Battle V

adult content )
sparklebutch: (unclean tea)

Fic: The One Where Wes Gets Sucked
[Working] Title: The One Where Wes Gets Sucked
Fandom: Buffy [Angel]
Characters: Giles/Ethan/Wesley
Summary: friends do friends favours
Genre: of the slash pwp variety


Viper: a Kronos drabble.

To Whom It May Concern Responsible For This: a Source drabble.

I actually *liked* "Five Encounters", on the previous links batch.
sparklebutch: (just say NO)
Title: Prima Donnas
Prompt: "Celebrities are able to make demands in their contracts for certain things to be in their dressing rooms. What are your top five demands, and why?"
Warning: lack of serious

Five Highlander:

Kronos demands a slavegirl - they call them "fluffer" these days - and pizza, and a well-decorated throne. He also wants recent issues of medical journals, and a box of matches.

Methos requires beer, and some way to play music - blues and classic rock CDs work fine. A comfortable sofa that fits the highest demands in the field, a high-tech security system, and a good pair of running shoes.

Caspian wants raw snails, throwing knives and "a practice target". He gets disappointed when he's brought a board rather than a person, and his disappointment often leads to him using the bearer of the board as practice target. He also likes to have a full-sized mirror and hair-styling products.

Silas normally wants the room sound-proofed. Rodent-feed and fresh sawdust for his pets, a slavegirl for his penis, and slimfast choco shake.

Duncan wants good wine, a good woman, classical music and a large bed covered in satin. If pressed, his fifth demand would be a hairbrush.

Five Buffy-Angel:

Black candles, red sheets, white cake. A good lighter, and the room must have a sink with running water. Ethan doesn't need much to create much.

An extensive library and a "Do Not Disturb" sign are important to Giles. Other than that, a nice scotch, a pot of tea, and something sweet to eat.

A pack of blood and a pack of smokes, a book of romantic poems, paper and a pen - or feather, indeed. Spike looks tough on the outside, but he doesn't forget his roots.

Lorne wants herbal tea for his voice, massage for his feet, orange juice, sandwiches, and to be left alone before a performance. Secretly, he wants a star on the door.

Lilah lists her demands; a phone, a computer, a desk, a protective circle, and oh, a scarf to hide the wound across her throat.
sparklebutch: (Default)
Title: Five creatures that may or may not have plagued Wesley's dreams
Fandom: Angel
Character: Wesley
Type: angst; gen, mention of het

Five drabbles )
sparklebutch: (chaos)
Title: Luminous Chaos
Fandom: Buffy, Angel
Characters: Ethan, Jasmine
Summary: alternative to what we don’t know
Prompt: It was Sheila's idea to write Jasmine with Ethan.

Her beauty was chaos, her evanescing radiance leaving green glow prints in his mind; Jasmine was the world, and while he could sense magic when it was played on him, Ethan didn't care one bit. He just wanted to be close, he wanted to be able to touch. True chaos in true form, behind the form of the most beautiful woman he could ever imagine. He could feel her otherworldliness and it did not faze him, because her smile was everything a man could ask for.

Self-perseverance had kept him going through a rather troublesome life, but he threw caution to the wind when the call came, drawn to her light like a moth to a flame he knew to be deadly, and still Ethan pushed forward through the crowd, situating himself in the front row, eyes wide and almost unblinking in his attempt to catch her attention. And she saw him - she saw the chaos in him, she saw the darkness, of that he was sure. She saw the beauty and the ugly scars, and she wanted him, she chose him and her assistants called his name. He went with the small group up to her room, and as he started shedding his clothes, Ethan was truly happy.
sparklebutch: (kids. the dark alley. now.)
Title: Never Kiss A Boy On The First Date
Fandoms: NCIS, BtVS/AtS
Pairing: Abby/Angel[us]
Warning: het
Prompt: off [ profile] panpolyboygirl's generator, "kissing, near a cemetery"

Kissing near a cemetery has its own peculiar charm, not just because it's so goth but because it's quiet, peaceful, and romantic because it makes you glad you're alive. Not that you're glad the people in there are dead, but there you have it. Plus, they're the only two people here, Abby says to her date after their first kiss, which was drawn out and lasted a few good minutes in the shade of the cemetery wall, not that there's any shade because it's night, and this street is dark. Who'd walk here, so close to a cemetery, after midnight? Except goth couples, of course, out for a romantic stroll.

Her date smiles and nods, and bends to kiss her again. She's on platforms, but he's tall. Tall, dark, handsome, and she loves his coat. She doesn't love that he only told her his first name, and that's probably a made-up name too, but she doesn't really care because it was just a date; she met him in a club, and they went out for a walk in the fresh air, where they could kiss and maybe make out later without people staring at them and making rude remarks. She hates making out in clubs. Too many opinions.

They kiss some more and walk down the lane until they're right in front of the old iron gates. He leans against the wall and runs his hand over her pigtails.

"So Abby," he says and smiles, and she can see the twinkle in his eyes even though it's even darker here, "do you believe in vampires?"

She sighs impatiently and just like that, all the magic is out of it. Not another wannabe idiot with a Dracula fetish and fake teeth hidden in his pocket, please. "Not really," she says. "I'm a scientist, you know."

He nods. "Didn't know that, actually," he says, and shrugs.

"Let's go back," she says and turns around. He holds her arm and she turns fast on her heels with her hand in her purse, ready to grab her mace and spray him if he tries anything.

"Let's not," he says and smiles through a mouthful of fangs, and his features are twisted and his eyes don't just twinkle, they glow. Bright and golden like some strange yellow chemical fire. She screams but no one's around to hear it, sprays him but he only shakes his head like it was water and laughs. He hauls her into the cemetery and she kicks him but he holds her fast. He drags her between the tombstones until they're in the middle of the graveyard, and everything here is so dark she can't see the ground at all. She stumbles on something and twists her ankle, and hates that she hissed out loud and he knows she hurt herself.

"So Abby, let me ask you again," he whispers against her throat and she doesn't feel his breath, any breath at all. "Do you believe in vampires?"

She can't even scream when his fangs sink deep.

sparklebutch: (blue illyria)
Title: Ways of the Flesh
Fandoms: AtS
Pairing: Wesley/Illyria
Warning: het
Prompt: off [ profile] panpolyboygirl's generator, "Hard and fast, in the dark"

Hard and fast, in the dark, and he hated himself afterwards. At least he didn't have to see her face.

"I can see you," she says, an answer to his wordlessness, "in this darkness that limits only humans."

Wesley closes his eyes and licks the sweat from his upper lip.

"You're limp," she says, "spent."


She's silent and he can hear her breathing. He doesn't expect it and so her hand is a shock when it cradles him softly, curiously. "It was so different, before."

"I was turned on." He stares blindly at the ceiling.

"And now you're not." A statement, not a question. Her hair drags over him when she returns to lie by his side. Wesley shivers.

He dozes off and wakes from a fitful slumber when her question penetrates his foggy, sleeping mind.

"When will it be hard for me again?"

She doesn't need it; he has no idea what she finds in it. He enjoys it, in some visceral, empty way that never makes it any higher than his waist, and though it leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, he brings himself to it again and again.

"Tomorrow," he says tiredly. "Tomorrow, Illyria."

sparklebutch: (platinum locks)
Title: White Fangs
Fandom: Buffyverse
Characters: Wesley/Spike/Angel
Summary: Teeth, blood, sex and power
Inspiration: Cali, Cat, the first line, old school, nostalgia, cliches

Don't know why I bloody bother. )
sparklebutch: (anything but vanilla)
Title: Kink # Virgins
Fandom: Angel, Buffy, Eureka
Pairing: Faith/Zoe
Note: inspired by [ profile] 50kinkyways


Darla: kink

Feb. 9th, 2007 11:14 pm
sparklebutch: (anything but vanilla)
Title: Kink # Candle wax
Fandom: Angel, Buffy
Pairing: Darla
Note: inspired by [ profile] 50kinkyways

sparklebutch: (anything but vanilla)
Title: Kink # Ice
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Jhiera of Oden Tal
Note: inspired by [ profile] 50kinkyways

sparklebutch: (anything but vanilla)
Title: Kink # Biting
Fandom: Angel, Buffy
Pairing: Wesley/Lindsey
Note: inspired by [ profile] 50kinkyways

sparklebutch: (anything but vanilla)
Title: Kink # Crossdressing
Fandom: Buffy, Angel
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
Note: inspired by [ profile] 50kinkyways

sparklebutch: (awash with ambiguity)
[ profile] beccaelizabeth said: Google finds about 218 results for "I'm going to die a virgin". And another 42 if you spell it "gonna".


"I'm going to die a virgin."

Andrew says and looks up at the monster, pale. Buffy shrugs, and charges forward. Xander spares a moment to glance at the younger boy, pitying.


"I'm going to die a virgin."

"Xander, you had lots of sex," Spike says, "I smelled it on you."

Xander cowers behind their makeshift barricade. "Yeah, but never with you."


"I'm going to die a virgin."

Giles can only stare, speechless at the audacity.

"Save me from this fate?"

After a moment of sputtering, Giles finds the words. "Ethan, I saved you in that manner many times in the past. And you were no virgin when we met."

"Oh, do give us a break, Rupert. Don't you want to have one last... bang, before we go?"

"We're not going anywhere," Giles mutters, avoiding the issue and the offer.


"I'm going to die a virgin."

"Right now, or in general?"

Connor glares angrily at his father's blondest childe.


Gah, I can have a million more. They're like fun little nuggety bite-sized cookies.
sparklebutch: (Default)
I found the perfect Qwa'ha Xahn (sp. by bdb) for Illyria; it's Abby!


Dec. 17th, 2006 01:26 am
sparklebutch: (rl is escapism)
is interesting. )

ETA hours later:
The 12 chars meme is making the rounds again:

BEFORE CLICKING THE CUT, pick 12 characters and assign them numbers 1 through 12. Write it down. Then answer the questions.

My characters )

The Q&A )

I should do this one day with completely rare characters that nobody else likes.

Random boy.

Dec. 2nd, 2006 02:44 pm
sparklebutch: (lorne)
Knowing your tastes, I'm sure some of you would love this boy.


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