O-kay, really late night thing. Therefore, sort of insane and angry. And unedited. Bleh.

Title: Lessons
Pairing: Spike/Angelus, implied S/Dru
Rating: R- torture, implied rape
Summary: Angelus imparts some knowledge, and a little tough love.

Spikeish Table

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I really need to catch up on these- one a night, maybe, now that things are less crazy around here. I can manage that.

Don't like how this changed mid-flow.

Pairing: S/wes, S/Angel, S/Fred
Rating: PG-13?
Prompt: Touch

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Random fic-bit for lunabee34. It was intended to be really depressing. It ended up being really sappy. Or sweet, pick your poison.
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff-eriffic. Quoting of Shakespeare. Un-beta'd and possibly not with the making of sense.


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rated: G
characters: Spike
summarry: prompt #54, "Hearing"

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I'm not real happy with this, but I promised myself I'd get started on these, and if I don't post it now I'll talk myself into trashing it to write a new one. So, my first fic-bit.
Prompt: Satin
Pairing?: Yes, a little remembered Dru/Spike.

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Silly stuff, for slashthedrabble. The first thing I've written in more than a month, so I'm feeling pretty rusty. C&C is worshipped shamelessly.

Title: Truth and Lies (ok, so that's the challenge- can't think of anything else.)
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG13 (am I allowed to say that?)
Warnings: Not really. Slash, obviously. Umm, a bit sappy?

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Holy crap, I was just sitting at the computer listening to music when this just about hit me in the head. The longest and the fastest thing I've ever written, which may or may not make for badness. I should probably wait to post it so that I can tell more clearly, but I have no patience.

Following the Garbage song by the same name, which I was listening to when I began writing it. It's a beautiful song, you should hear it.

Pairing: S/X
Rating: R
Warnings: angst-tastic. I have never written a more angsty thing. I'm almost disgusted with myself.


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Really random. I don't even read Doyle/Angel. But whatever. For the emotion 'anger'. Much with the melodramatic, oy...

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The rage descends upon him at odd times, though it rarely takes him by surprise- he can feel the embers stir inside him days before it peaks, sometimes. It pounds through his dead veins like boiling lead, making him full and heavy and almost numb with its intensity. He stares at the spidered cracks on the concrete wall until it passes, knuckles white as the red behind his eyes seems to separate into words carved in blood. Voices cry out against his impotence, against his restraint, against the powers that gave him Doyle and then took him away.

It passes.

*music* Monty Python's Flying Circus! Except not. Just a few lonely drabbles I wrote for an old slashthedrabble challenge requiring the relationship in question to be described by outside peoples, and stuff. I was going to do one from all the scoobies, but I couldn't really get Buffy down, and after two months I don't think I'm likely to finish it anytime soon, so may as well toss it up. It's S/X. Maybe I'll post it later at bloodclaim, maybe not- I don't like cluttering up the f-lists with little drabbles, you know? Especially of what even I admit is middling quality. The guilt... it gets me right here.

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