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Five Kisses; Giles/Ethan
Jul. 7th, 2007 09:26 pmTitle: Four Kisses That Didn't Happen, & One That Did
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan, UST to Established Relationship
Rating: surprisingly tame
Summary: pretty self-explanatory, don't you think?
Beta thanks: Cat n' Mary
( Four Kisses That Didn't Happen, & One That Did )
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan, UST to Established Relationship
Rating: surprisingly tame
Summary: pretty self-explanatory, don't you think?
Beta thanks: Cat n' Mary
( Four Kisses That Didn't Happen, & One That Did )
Okay, I give up. Who was it on my flist who wrote Sebastian/Michael? I know it was someone around here. Stand up and link.
I lack entertainment.
Jul. 2nd, 2007 03:10 pmLordi. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nematoddity has many, many links to Lordi songs. Down that post.
And one to librarian tattoos. Oh, Ripper.
And more stuff around, too. Toys n' stuff.
nematoddity has many, many links to Lordi songs. Down that post.And one to librarian tattoos. Oh, Ripper.
And more stuff around, too. Toys n' stuff.
Still fun after all these years.
Jun. 26th, 2007 04:34 pm# The only Englishman to become Ethan Rayne was Nicholas Breakspear, who was Ethan Rayne from 1154 to 1159.
# Some birds use Ethan Rayne to orientate themselves during migration.
# Ethan Rayne is born white; his pink feathers are caused by pigments in his typical diet of shrimp.
# In Japan it is considered rude to talk with Ethan Rayne in your mouth.
# Only twelve people have ever set foot on Rupert Giles.
# Rupert Giles was originally green, and actually contained cocaine.
# Rupert Giles will give a higher yield if milked when listening to music.
# The Vikings believed that the Northern lights were caused by Wesley as he rode out to collect warriors slain in battle!
More trivia!
# Some birds use Ethan Rayne to orientate themselves during migration.
# Ethan Rayne is born white; his pink feathers are caused by pigments in his typical diet of shrimp.
# In Japan it is considered rude to talk with Ethan Rayne in your mouth.
# Only twelve people have ever set foot on Rupert Giles.
# Rupert Giles was originally green, and actually contained cocaine.
# Rupert Giles will give a higher yield if milked when listening to music.
# The Vikings believed that the Northern lights were caused by Wesley as he rode out to collect warriors slain in battle!
More trivia!
Letter ficlet
Jun. 16th, 2007 12:55 pmTitle: Don't Be So Forlorn*
Fandom: Buffy
Character: Ethan Rayne, Giles
Prompt: Write a letter to someone you need to forgive
Summary: a letter never sent
*Title from: a Bowie song called "The Letter - Battle for Britain"
Dear Rupert,
...No, scratch that. To the Respectable Mr Giles,
*laugh*
Dear, dear Rupert. I am writing this letter as an exercise, and you will never see it. I hope. There's always a chance that when I die my belongings will be sent to you as last known contact, seeing as most of my other contacts have no legal addresses. Knowing Chaos, there's a chance my property and real-estate will be left to you somehow, as I have no young next of kin. That I know of.
If you ever do see this letter, disregard it. There is nothing here I want you to read.
You must think your grudge against me is justified. You must think you'll never forgive me. But here's the thing, Ripper, I don't seek or need your forgiveness. I just think you might need mine.
I forgive you, Rupert Giles. For being who you are, and for doing what you felt was right. It's harder to forgive the times when you're not being who you are, and the times when what you did was completely beyond understanding, at least for me. Still, I forgive. The path you chose - whether it could be avoided or not - is your problem in life, not mine.
I forgive you for abandoning magic.
I forgive you for making me love you. I forgive that it didn't matter to you, in the end.
I forgive the beatings. I forgive the two months' rent you owed me since the 1970s, that I never intended to collect. I forgive the time you kissed me, reeking of alcohol, and whispered some other tart's name.
This does have a tinge of ritual in it, doesn't it? I forgive. I release. I invoke...
I invoke nothing, Rupert, fret not. These words are harmless. As far as I know.
With all due respect,
and several other emotions,
Yours,
Ethan Rayne.
Fandom: Buffy
Character: Ethan Rayne, Giles
Prompt: Write a letter to someone you need to forgive
Summary: a letter never sent
*Title from: a Bowie song called "The Letter - Battle for Britain"
Dear Rupert,
...No, scratch that. To the Respectable Mr Giles,
*laugh*
Dear, dear Rupert. I am writing this letter as an exercise, and you will never see it. I hope. There's always a chance that when I die my belongings will be sent to you as last known contact, seeing as most of my other contacts have no legal addresses. Knowing Chaos, there's a chance my property and real-estate will be left to you somehow, as I have no young next of kin. That I know of.
If you ever do see this letter, disregard it. There is nothing here I want you to read.
You must think your grudge against me is justified. You must think you'll never forgive me. But here's the thing, Ripper, I don't seek or need your forgiveness. I just think you might need mine.
I forgive you, Rupert Giles. For being who you are, and for doing what you felt was right. It's harder to forgive the times when you're not being who you are, and the times when what you did was completely beyond understanding, at least for me. Still, I forgive. The path you chose - whether it could be avoided or not - is your problem in life, not mine.
I forgive you for abandoning magic.
I forgive you for making me love you. I forgive that it didn't matter to you, in the end.
I forgive the beatings. I forgive the two months' rent you owed me since the 1970s, that I never intended to collect. I forgive the time you kissed me, reeking of alcohol, and whispered some other tart's name.
This does have a tinge of ritual in it, doesn't it? I forgive. I release. I invoke...
I invoke nothing, Rupert, fret not. These words are harmless. As far as I know.
With all due respect,
and several other emotions,
Yours,
Ethan Rayne.
Firsts; "Stepping Stones"
Jun. 14th, 2007 12:43 pmTitle: Stepping Stones
Fandom: Buffy
Ep: post ANM
Characters: Giles/Ethan
Challenge: Firsts; fromobsidian_rai
Summary: many firsts; adult, unhappy
The first time I rolled my hips apart and spread myself bare and open for you, Ripper, you were too drunk to take it. The second time, too angry.
That should've been a sign, but I was never one for omens. I like to twist fate.
The first time I had you, I wanted it to be so special, so good for you. Turned out you were allergic to poppers.
The first time we had each other in magic was... magical. Pure and high like nothing else, and we fit, oh how we fit together, like the pieces of the world falling together into a perfect picture. The first time we had each other without magic, afterwards, was a disappointment.
The first time we got together after you had left was angry, hurried, dirty and almost anonymous in its lack of tenderness. It was what I needed, to help me forget you. Put you behind me, so to speak. The time after that was slow, full of memories. We were both much older. On you, it showed.
The last time I saw you, I knew it was over. There will be no next time. You closed the doors on me, Ripper, I could hear them slam, echoing in a metaphorical empty hallway. The last time I saw you was the first time I really, truly saw your face.
Fandom: Buffy
Ep: post ANM
Characters: Giles/Ethan
Challenge: Firsts; from
obsidian_raiSummary: many firsts; adult, unhappy
The first time I rolled my hips apart and spread myself bare and open for you, Ripper, you were too drunk to take it. The second time, too angry.
That should've been a sign, but I was never one for omens. I like to twist fate.
The first time I had you, I wanted it to be so special, so good for you. Turned out you were allergic to poppers.
The first time we had each other in magic was... magical. Pure and high like nothing else, and we fit, oh how we fit together, like the pieces of the world falling together into a perfect picture. The first time we had each other without magic, afterwards, was a disappointment.
The first time we got together after you had left was angry, hurried, dirty and almost anonymous in its lack of tenderness. It was what I needed, to help me forget you. Put you behind me, so to speak. The time after that was slow, full of memories. We were both much older. On you, it showed.
The last time I saw you, I knew it was over. There will be no next time. You closed the doors on me, Ripper, I could hear them slam, echoing in a metaphorical empty hallway. The last time I saw you was the first time I really, truly saw your face.
Firsts; "First Impressions"
Jun. 14th, 2007 12:33 pmTitle: First Impressions
Fandom: Buffy
Ep: Halloween
Characters: Willow, Ethan, Giles
Challenge: Firsts; fromanidada.
Summary: First time she met him.
"Giles..."
She enters the shop and immediately feels something is wrong. Giles is looking around him, at the costumes, but Willow moves to the back of the shop because that's where it's coming from, and that's where she feels it. That's where she sees it.
"Janus," Giles says. "Roman mythical god."
It's not much of an explanation. "What does this mean?"
"Primarily the division of self. Male and female, light and dark..." He sounds like he already knows what he's gonna find here. Willow thinks about division; about having two different wants inside. About men and about women. About what she wants. Who she is. The statue's eyes glow an unnatural light.
And a scary man walks calmly into the circle of light and talks.
"Chunky and creamy. Oh, no, sorry, that's peanut butter." He smiles. She's nervous. He doesn't even look at her.
Just at Giles.
"Willow, get out of here," Giles says and the urgency in his voice frightens her. "Now."
She's curious. She wants to know, wants to understand. She wonders who this man is. "But..."
"Now!"
She takes one look at Giles and leaves. She hurries down the street to warn the others, and all along she thinks about this man. Who he is. What he is, that made Giles so angry, so worried. She knows magic when she sees it, dark magic, she thinks. Powerful magic. Whoever this man is, he's not safe, he's not nice.
And she thinks he's kinda gay.
Fandom: Buffy
Ep: Halloween
Characters: Willow, Ethan, Giles
Challenge: Firsts; from
anidada.Summary: First time she met him.
"Giles..."
She enters the shop and immediately feels something is wrong. Giles is looking around him, at the costumes, but Willow moves to the back of the shop because that's where it's coming from, and that's where she feels it. That's where she sees it.
"Janus," Giles says. "Roman mythical god."
It's not much of an explanation. "What does this mean?"
"Primarily the division of self. Male and female, light and dark..." He sounds like he already knows what he's gonna find here. Willow thinks about division; about having two different wants inside. About men and about women. About what she wants. Who she is. The statue's eyes glow an unnatural light.
And a scary man walks calmly into the circle of light and talks.
"Chunky and creamy. Oh, no, sorry, that's peanut butter." He smiles. She's nervous. He doesn't even look at her.
Just at Giles.
"Willow, get out of here," Giles says and the urgency in his voice frightens her. "Now."
She's curious. She wants to know, wants to understand. She wonders who this man is. "But..."
"Now!"
She takes one look at Giles and leaves. She hurries down the street to warn the others, and all along she thinks about this man. Who he is. What he is, that made Giles so angry, so worried. She knows magic when she sees it, dark magic, she thinks. Powerful magic. Whoever this man is, he's not safe, he's not nice.
And she thinks he's kinda gay.
kissing ficlets: Ethan/Maxx
May. 26th, 2007 01:38 amTitle: Kiss Rocks
Fandom: Buffy, Him & Us
Characters: Ethan Rayne, Maxx Flash
Summary: first kiss challenge
Request:anidada, "Ethan and a non-Giles ASHBLF"
( Just over 300 words )
Fandom: Buffy, Him & Us
Characters: Ethan Rayne, Maxx Flash
Summary: first kiss challenge
Request:
anidada, "Ethan and a non-Giles ASHBLF"( Just over 300 words )
kissing ficlets: Kronos/Giles
May. 26th, 2007 01:37 amTitle: Death's Kiss
Fandom: Buffy, Highlander
Characters: Giles, Kronos
Summary: first kiss challenge
Request:diamond9697, Kronos/Giles
( Under 200 words )
Fandom: Buffy, Highlander
Characters: Giles, Kronos
Summary: first kiss challenge
Request:
diamond9697, Kronos/Giles( Under 200 words )
Title: Dream Come False
Fandom: Buffy
Characters: Giles/Ethan
He wakes panting from a dream of sharp fangs slicing and terrifying eyes glowing in infinite darkness. His heart's beating madly but he's glad it's beating at all, and still he can't stop moaning.
Nightmare. Wet dream. Same thing. Same fear.
Teeth and blood and struggling to break free, thrashing under the monster that won't let go, the one with the familiar face and familiar chuckle, and familiar fist driving the air out of him.
The night is his time, but Ethan was never thrilled about the creatures he had to share it with.
The dream fades with the panic, and only one image remains, the face, the face above him, swooping closer for the kill. That and how his groin ached and how he arched towards instead of away. Ethan turns to his side and the bed is empty.
Barefoot and shirtless he pads along to the bathroom to find Ripper there, splashing cold water on his face. He slinks behind his lover and meets his eyes in the mirror when he looks up.
"Had a bad dream," Ripper says.
Ethan shivers.
"Come back to bed," he says, but Ripper stays for a long moment to study his reflection, before turning away after Ethan, shutting the light behind him.
Fandom: Buffy
Characters: Giles/Ethan
He wakes panting from a dream of sharp fangs slicing and terrifying eyes glowing in infinite darkness. His heart's beating madly but he's glad it's beating at all, and still he can't stop moaning.
Nightmare. Wet dream. Same thing. Same fear.
Teeth and blood and struggling to break free, thrashing under the monster that won't let go, the one with the familiar face and familiar chuckle, and familiar fist driving the air out of him.
The night is his time, but Ethan was never thrilled about the creatures he had to share it with.
The dream fades with the panic, and only one image remains, the face, the face above him, swooping closer for the kill. That and how his groin ached and how he arched towards instead of away. Ethan turns to his side and the bed is empty.
Barefoot and shirtless he pads along to the bathroom to find Ripper there, splashing cold water on his face. He slinks behind his lover and meets his eyes in the mirror when he looks up.
"Had a bad dream," Ripper says.
Ethan shivers.
"Come back to bed," he says, but Ripper stays for a long moment to study his reflection, before turning away after Ethan, shutting the light behind him.
Title: Vegas Trip: Cheerful Conversation
Fandom: Buffy
Character: Ethan
Verse: What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas
Summary: snippet of a phone call
Ring, ring.
"Hello, Ripper. I am calling from Las Vegas, Nevada, where I am being suitably chastised by four strapping young men... Well, really only by one of them, the other three are downstairs playing cards. We're all having a grand old time, thought you should know. Were you worried about me?
I'll have you know I did not take advantage of any of the boys, and the one I'm currently having came to me on his own accord on the second day... the others simply drink and sleep with strippers. And spend money courtesy of the United States army! So it didn't turn out so bad after all, did it, old man.
I hope you're feeling well, no ill side effects from our little misadventure...
I'm winning my ticket's worth and then I'll be out of this desert, but don't fret, Ripper, I've a feeling this isn't the last we've seen of each other. And on that note, I really must dash. Be seeing you!"
Click.
Fandom: Buffy
Character: Ethan
Verse: What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas
Summary: snippet of a phone call
Ring, ring.
"Hello, Ripper. I am calling from Las Vegas, Nevada, where I am being suitably chastised by four strapping young men... Well, really only by one of them, the other three are downstairs playing cards. We're all having a grand old time, thought you should know. Were you worried about me?
I'll have you know I did not take advantage of any of the boys, and the one I'm currently having came to me on his own accord on the second day... the others simply drink and sleep with strippers. And spend money courtesy of the United States army! So it didn't turn out so bad after all, did it, old man.
I hope you're feeling well, no ill side effects from our little misadventure...
I'm winning my ticket's worth and then I'll be out of this desert, but don't fret, Ripper, I've a feeling this isn't the last we've seen of each other. And on that note, I really must dash. Be seeing you!"
Click.
Title: Mischief
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Genre: Slash
Summary: Magic
He moans -
In the water, slippery sliding under the moonlight, the city so far away they can't see its electric glitter. The lake isn't as cold as they thought it would be.
Holding hands and dipping together under the black surface and it shimmers silver. Saying the old words together, breathless laughter into each other's mouths.
He can feel his skin like he never has before.
Ritual -
In the night. Still their time. Still exhilarating. They swim around each other, somehow not breaking eye contact, or maybe it's in their minds. This blessed connection. Daubed in oil, trembling fingers turn sure, marks on foreheads, and water can't wash it off.
Lips on lips, mind intent on unity. Their power shooting off to the sky, a beam directed upwards to penetrate through clouds. Wet skin against wet skin, wet hands in wet hair. Cocks filling slowly, sliding against each other, warmth seeking warmth.
Sex magic -
Not the traditional way to do it in some aspects, but correct enough to bring a response, true enough to reverberate in their bones, in their flesh. For a moment, they think they see the moonlight shudders and breaks, but it's only an illusion.
Their lives entwined; chaos and order. Hand in hand. Something so complete tonight, so whole. A bright circle in the sky, a bright circle between them, and dark circles spread across the water.
Shivering in the aftermath, they crawl to the bank, to the blankets and towels that wait there. This worked better than they had expected. They huddle in the covers, in each other's arms. Close their eyes as the moon begins to set.
A travelling beam of light searches in the bushes, lands on the couple in their towels and birthday suits. They look up, mussed, surprised.
"What're you doin' here, at your age?" Says the gruff but kind voice behind the torch and uniform. Giles closes his eyes for a brief moment and then searches for his glasses in the bag; Ethan looks up at the moon and thinks, mischief.
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Giles/Ethan
Genre: Slash
Summary: Magic
He moans -
In the water, slippery sliding under the moonlight, the city so far away they can't see its electric glitter. The lake isn't as cold as they thought it would be.
Holding hands and dipping together under the black surface and it shimmers silver. Saying the old words together, breathless laughter into each other's mouths.
He can feel his skin like he never has before.
Ritual -
In the night. Still their time. Still exhilarating. They swim around each other, somehow not breaking eye contact, or maybe it's in their minds. This blessed connection. Daubed in oil, trembling fingers turn sure, marks on foreheads, and water can't wash it off.
Lips on lips, mind intent on unity. Their power shooting off to the sky, a beam directed upwards to penetrate through clouds. Wet skin against wet skin, wet hands in wet hair. Cocks filling slowly, sliding against each other, warmth seeking warmth.
Sex magic -
Not the traditional way to do it in some aspects, but correct enough to bring a response, true enough to reverberate in their bones, in their flesh. For a moment, they think they see the moonlight shudders and breaks, but it's only an illusion.
Their lives entwined; chaos and order. Hand in hand. Something so complete tonight, so whole. A bright circle in the sky, a bright circle between them, and dark circles spread across the water.
Shivering in the aftermath, they crawl to the bank, to the blankets and towels that wait there. This worked better than they had expected. They huddle in the covers, in each other's arms. Close their eyes as the moon begins to set.
A travelling beam of light searches in the bushes, lands on the couple in their towels and birthday suits. They look up, mussed, surprised.
"What're you doin' here, at your age?" Says the gruff but kind voice behind the torch and uniform. Giles closes his eyes for a brief moment and then searches for his glasses in the bag; Ethan looks up at the moon and thinks, mischief.
Strike: Five ways Giles used a sword
Apr. 15th, 2007 11:52 pmTitle: Strike
Fandom: BtVS
Character: Rupert Giles
Genre: Gen
Prompt: From Caia: Five ways Giles used a sword. Although I'm pretty sure that's not how I was meant to do it.
Simple, forward, from side to side; slice through the neck. The vampire turns to dust before the head hits the floor.
To the back, not looking but knowing exactly where his opponent is, he slides the sword under his own arm and into the other's abdomen. There's a gurgling sound, and the sword slips out in a sickening noise as the body behind him doubles over and crumbles.
Another one to the front, this one lower, about the height of his waist. It's always hard to kill a child, even one with a monstrous, hideous face. Nothing innocent there. Still he says a quick prayer for the long lost soul of this one.
He's grabbed from behind; just barely keeps on his feet. His arms are held tight to his body. He struggles, then manages to separate himself from the demon, but can't move too far because there's no time. No room to swing. He hits hard with the hilt, puts his strength behind the blow. Hears the crack of a skull. Blood gushes on his hands, stolen blood but it's still warm. He hastens to back away, and then decapitates in one sharp move.
Movement behind him; he spins around and points the sword. Stops at the very last moment, blade already touching the skin of - the throat of - he falls down to his knees, shuddering. The sword drops to the floor, clank of metal on concrete.
His father says, "It's alright, Rupert. It's all over. You've passed the test. With flying colours, I might add."
Giles nods, numb. Thinking, this is my life, from now on.
Fandom: BtVS
Character: Rupert Giles
Genre: Gen
Prompt: From Caia: Five ways Giles used a sword. Although I'm pretty sure that's not how I was meant to do it.
Simple, forward, from side to side; slice through the neck. The vampire turns to dust before the head hits the floor.
To the back, not looking but knowing exactly where his opponent is, he slides the sword under his own arm and into the other's abdomen. There's a gurgling sound, and the sword slips out in a sickening noise as the body behind him doubles over and crumbles.
Another one to the front, this one lower, about the height of his waist. It's always hard to kill a child, even one with a monstrous, hideous face. Nothing innocent there. Still he says a quick prayer for the long lost soul of this one.
He's grabbed from behind; just barely keeps on his feet. His arms are held tight to his body. He struggles, then manages to separate himself from the demon, but can't move too far because there's no time. No room to swing. He hits hard with the hilt, puts his strength behind the blow. Hears the crack of a skull. Blood gushes on his hands, stolen blood but it's still warm. He hastens to back away, and then decapitates in one sharp move.
Movement behind him; he spins around and points the sword. Stops at the very last moment, blade already touching the skin of - the throat of - he falls down to his knees, shuddering. The sword drops to the floor, clank of metal on concrete.
His father says, "It's alright, Rupert. It's all over. You've passed the test. With flying colours, I might add."
Giles nods, numb. Thinking, this is my life, from now on.
