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To participate in the challenge inspired by [livejournal.com profile] thelittlespanko at [livejournal.com profile] spanking_world I decided to use a small prompt table from [livejournal.com profile] 100_tables and write 10 drabbles.
There are plenty more prompts to pick if you are inspired on that post at 100_tables

Here is the result, for those few following this journal, I hope you will find some enjoyable reads ♥




001. Melancholy 002. Anger 003. Happy 004. Lonely 005. Hungry
006. Confused 007. Excited 008. Guilty 009. Stressed 010. Weird




This table links to the spanking world posts, if you are not a member, as soon as I complete all ten, I will repost them here with a link as well :)




001. Melancholy BtVS 002. Anger Angel 003. Happy Angel 004. Lonely Supernatural 005. Hungry Teen Wolf
006. Confused Supernatural 007. Excited X-Files 008. Guilty Angel 009. Stressed Suits 010. Weird Tomorrow People




Cheers!
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Title: The Silent Break
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cordy69
Pairing: Oz/Willow
Rating: PG-13
Based on the Prompt : Melancholy
Time Period: Right before Oz and Willow separate on Buffy
Prompt Word: Melancholy
Word: 100


Oz had tried to get drunk but with the wolf metabolism it was becoming close to impossible.

He’d noticed Willow distancing herself, and didn’t have the courage to know-how to fight for their relationship. He’d always had an adventurous side, just hadn’t discovered the one he needed in the bedroom in a timely manner. Eager and yet afraid to explore, he, now, will always remember fondly the games with the flogger, fair skin turning pink and stripes worn with pride as was testing her and marking her.

He just feels such melancholy now, maybe he should write a goodbye song…

The End.


It's been ages since I thought of those two and it made me feel a bit of melancholy so that's why I went this route.
:)
Part of the Ten Table Prompt
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Title: The World is a strange place
Author: [livejournal.com profile] cordy69
Fandoms: Crossover between BtVS and Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/jack, Buffy/faith
Implement: Hand
Word Count: 1889 words
Warning: Loosely happening at the end of the show Buffy when Slayers end up in Europe and sometimes when Ianto was still alive in Torchwood. No major spoiler.
Rating: PG
Summary:
Buffy and Faith are in the UK dealing with demons on the other side of the pond when they stumble upon the Torchwood Hub and are privy to a discipline session between Jack and Ianto that inspire them.
Crossposted at AO3 and spanking_world
Dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] darkwingduckie7 for her Birthday. Hope you will enjoy this little work, wishing you the BEST!!!!



The slayers had never seen a place like this. It was oddly cozy, the smell of good coffee permeating all the office space and then, the unthinkable: rows of cages containing Monsters of all shapes, incredible apparatus of an unknown future all over the place; an unbelievable world that made coming to the UK more than a necessity.

Buffy was ready to call in Giles but Faith was still exploring, dropping carelessly on cots, chairs, touching anything and everything; a little bit like Goldilocks testing the lives and belongings of all three bears... Buffy couldn’t yet tell who the Bears were going to be but she was fairly confident she didn’t want them to find the Slayers here without a better understanding of what this HUB was and how related to their role as slayers it was.
She called on Faith to join her back and get the hell out of dodge now that they cased the place.
                                                                                                                                
The World is a Strange Place... )

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BtVs – School Hard ~ NC-17 ~ Willow, Cordelia ~ 1450 Words ~ November 2009

Dedicated to Angelus2hot who decided to challenge me in writing something I had yet to do: slash!

No harm intended, no profit made, these characters are simply borrowed from Joss and associates for a little innocuous fun.



The Softer Side of Cordy, by Pat.

Cordelia and Willow were huddled in the closet and whispering about the events in the high school. Being vamp bait is all good and dandy, but what if Buffy couldn't fend off the group led by Spike. He seemed bad enough, all by his lonesome self, a bloodthirsty team could maybe overpower the slayer?

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Prayers were obviously necessary but smart girls won't let chance decide how well the night might end. With slow and almost silent movements, the girls left the closet, and reached the large row of windows that let in the light cast by the huge full moon outside. It gave them plenty of luminosity to see where they were going and how to stay in the darkest shadows, away from all the commotion.

Sliding through one of the window, they fell into the gardenias planted along the edge of the school. Deciding to mask their scent as much as possible, they rolled into the muddy ground without any compunction about their standing and their outfits, being alive was the order of the day, well night if you want to be technical.

It took them 40 minutes to reach Cordy's house, the closest to the high school. No light greeted them but the alarm system was up and about, and that was the best reassurance they needed. Closing the door quickly, they ran through the residence to insure that all entrances were locked and finally with heavy sighs, they settled themselves in the kitchen to regroup.

It's not the bathroom spaces missing in the house that left them still crowding the beautiful and huge bathroom located in Cordy's room, it's the fear of being separated in case of an attack. The girls gave themselves privacy in disrobing from the filthy garments; Willow went for the shower, while Cordelia sank into a scented bath quickly drawn.

For the next twenty minutes, the girls pampered themselves, and almost exited at the same time. Lost in fluffed towels, they sat side by side in front of the mirror to dry and brush their long hair. For the first time ever, Willow and Cordelia who have known each other for years spent some meaningful time together, discussing the softer side of Sears like friends rather than enemies. Peaceful and yet exhilarating these moments of shared friendship easily broke most barriers erected by each to protect them from the worries of the so important school popularity.

“Wow, I never realized how much volume your hair has, Willow” said Cordelia, impressed.

“Well, it does but I don’t know how to manage it, so I’d rather hide than try to deal with it. But, I really love what you do with yours… It is so soft, can I touch it?” Will replied, turning on her side to face the cheerleader.

“Sure, it’s really all in the conditioning, you know. Not blow drying your hair, using the right brush. Here let me show you.” And with a tender touch, Cordelia raised a few locks of red hair and let them flow through her slender fingers. Standing slowly behind the shorter girl, she took her favorite wood brush and cut a line in the wonderful mass of hair in front of her. Brushing the end slowly, she made sure that she wouldn’t hurt Willow before going after the total length of each strand. Minutes passed, in silence, Willow following the lead of Cordy soft hands, leaning left or right as needed. The beautiful red highlights shining in the light taking the volume Mother Nature intended, soft to the touch. Cordelia dropped the brush and just used her hands to comb through the lustrous hair. She’d never been so engrossed by someone else like now. Every movement was hypnotic, calming them equally.

Willow leaned back, against the taller girl, the robe covering her smooth skin, opening the V covering the valley of her breasts in a very inviting way. Cordy’s eyes dropped and for the first time she realized how enticing Willow’s body really was. She quickly raised her gaze and was captured by the gleaming one Willow threw her way in the mirror. Time stood still.

***

The cheerleader’s hand slowly glided towards the swell of her friend’s breast, curious and unsure but not able to stop herself. Willow’s shiver was a wakeup call for both girls, and Cordelia withdrew her hand with a gasp. Standing straight, Willow looked up at Cordy and caressed her arm, stopping at the beautiful curve of the shoulder and then continuing with a slight hitch to rest on the rosy cheek until a smile came to rest against her palm. She responded in kind.

Willow picked Cordy’s hand and led her to the bed; they sat in harmony facing each other and tried for a tentative kiss. A simple breath mingling and then the two girls were kissing, wet mouths sliding against each others, sharp teeth clashing, supple tongues searching and battling each others. The intensity of their flight from the school, the fears they harbored, the resentment and snapping all disappeared under the intensity of the embrace. Falling on their side, their hands entered the play, a cautious pat here, a hesitant stroke there, all ending in a full body hug, where both girls could finally feel the malleable and velvety body of the other.

Dropping the towels and the robe, the girls caught the first glimpse of the other body and curiosity as well as excitement won over the passionate kiss. Each eager to map the body of the other, letting their fingers progress over the delicate skin, following the bend of a knee, the camber of a back, the curvature of an ass, the arch of a neck. And then a lick on an extended nipple, a suck and Willow was a goner. It’s like Cordy knew exactly the pressure she needed, the touch she yearned for, the places on her body that demanded attention. She felt compelled to reciprocate but Cordy wouldn’t let her, too engrossed in her exploration to give room to Willow’s own. The red head slumped down on the bed, opening her arms and her body to the passionate journeying the cheerleader was doing. Cordelia had a way with her hands and her mouth that she definitively was never given credit for. And Willow melted, reaching for Cordy’s hand and lowering it on her clit, she let her own fingers delve into herself, playing along her inner tune, sharing her pleasure without restriction and responding without inhibition to the cheerleader’s forward ministrations. She came. No, she shattered.

Cordy didn’t let her rest; she was primed for some action of her own and went back to kissing Willow. The satiated girl plumped her friend’s breast and started working over the excited nipples begging for attention. Scrapping the underside, she played with each wonderful globe until Cordelia was writhing underneath her. The kiss was still not broken, but sweaty skins were in full action, Willow knee applying pressure where needed, her mouth descending along the jaw line and worrying the gentle lobe of her ear, until the poor girl arched against her, trying to coerce Willow to give her the orgasm she needed so much. It wasn’t happening yet for the simple reason that Will was still learning to read the brunette’s body; but, she was getting there. Two fingers were playing against the wet labia, opening the fleshy lips, inserting themselves and making slow incursions deeper and deeper in the cheerleader’s core. Willow could now feel the pressure exerted by her friend inner muscles rippling first lightly and then more and more robustly as the orgasm finally took the young girl away.

Overwhelmed and not the least intimidated, both girls dropped onto their back, looking at the white ceiling, struggling to get their breathing in control and understand what happened. It just was so good between them; should there be another test to evaluate the possible outcome of any relationship? Could they even envision something like this?

Cordy spoke first. “We can’t let the other’s know.”

“Why?” whispered Willow.

“Because I don’t even know what happened, and I just don’t want to have to figure it out under their scrutiny” was the rarely given lengthy explanation.

“Oh, well, you are probably right,” whispered Willow. “Can I stay for the night?”

“Yes, you can. I’d love to have us waking up together.”

And with an economy of movement due to the shared boneless feeling induced by the earlier play they leisurely settled underneath the blankets and within each other arms.

Tomorrow will be a new day, who knows maybe even a new era.

The End.



Thank you for reading...
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Thanks for nominating this story at the latest round of Sunnydale Awards found here:
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And... oh my gosh this story won!!! I'm not making it up... My first foray into Femslash and people loved it and voted for it? Amazing!
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Thank you to the dear little angel that nominated me at Round 7 of Running with scissors. Here is the nominee list:


Nomination

Yeah!, I just got nominated at Round 1 of Hellmouth Awards specializing in rare pairings! Wish me luck...

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Yeah! I've been nomiated at Round 25 of Sunnydale Memorial. Let's hope people will like this story!




Extasy, BA style, by Pat
(August 2009)

Prompts: Scent * Happiness is like the future, it’s for later * Horny
BtVS - Angel PoV - Pairing: Buffy/Angel - NC-17 for sexual situation and language


For the Summer 09 Contest at Whedonverse and Beyond found here:
www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/forum/showthread.php



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Extasy! I thought bedding the slayer was the pinnacle until I almost died.

I had forgotten how it feels to experience your existence slowly fading away; your memories colliding in your jumbled mind faster than you can process them, miss them or try to hold onto. The poison is seizing every one of my muscles, cramping were it shouldn’t, squeezing the life out of me from the tip of my limbs to my sluggishly beating heart. I haven’t felt so helpless since the last beating I got from Father, almost 300 years ago?

A vampire, a Master, a ruthless sucker, dying a slow and painful death, not in battle but in malice… Alone, in a pain I haven’t imagined in ages and suddenly pleasure, untold bliss, the purest blood of all coursing in my clogged-up veins.

It wasn’t about taking a big gulp of air, no, it was about drinking, as fast and as much as my damaged brain cells could order my parched lips to guzzle the nectar of the gods, the blood of my slayer, the juice of life that can save me.

What started like frenzy finally became the sensual ride it almost always is. I could finally think, move, feel alive again. The curves pressed against my thoracic cage at last registered and the pants moving air by my left ear finally reaches my brain. My wits and my erection ultimately join forces to bring me back in the present; fully.

One hand is now strong enough to reach Buffy’s neck and hold her to me. The other sneaks between our bodies and busy itself on the plump nipple standing to attention. A bump and grind later just to give me the parameters of our positions and I align myself a little better to cop a feel. Who am I kidding; I am primed for sex, heavy duty sex. I am hungry on so many levels; Buffy can’t imagine what’s in store for her.

I stop feeding; lick the little drops, kissing the nook of this lithe and beautiful neck, sucking the wonderful earlobe north of it, ending in the glorious mouth that years earlier had transformed me and brought the prospect of finding love and a purpose to my broken soul. It was heavenly. I deepened the kiss and couldn’t seem to get enough of the sweet supple lips following my lead. Both hands went to frame the tiny waist of my slayer and without giving her an option I lined up our bodies, I couldn’t think and tried to undress both of us with eager and weak fingers. It wasn’t quite working but luckily she understood my distress and needs and picked up where I left. Deftly my pants were pushed down, I was never happier to go commando… Her underwear was shoved away even faster. My fingers could now explore the wetness coating her entrance, my whole focus on the sweetest and most precious part of herself, my cock twitching in its eagerness to impale that softness on me. I work the third finger in her body, feeling her riding me, the fluttering increasing in her core and I snapped taking my fingers out and shoving my cock in here. It wasn’t gentle but my whole body was now trembling. The need to be in Buffy, in her warmth, was overriding any thoughts and needs I may have had.

It was like butter! Thrusting in the tight channel was fantastic, not as good as those first swallow of blood few minutes earlier, but the best thing on earth since. I still can’t think straight, so I withdraw and she is holding on, squeezing these wonderful muscles around me, I cave and push back; she raises herself with all the strength of a slayer and slams back on me, now I am in heaven. I hold her there and twist, it’s like her whole body vibrates, and I don’t think I simply raise my head enough to kiss her again, half upright with her on my mid-section, giving herself to me, like I am giving myself to her.

It’s a dance I had practiced often but the slayer is just learning, and what a learner she is. The energy between us is sizzling, she is possessed, I am too. My balls are so tights I know I can’t last but her quivering state is a balm to my splintered psyche letting me know our excitements is reaching its pinnacle. Now I am shoving into Buffy with a driving force only seen when I lose control and come when she falls in my arms spent, closing over my spurting cock. The mind blowing sex saps the last of my oomph and I pass out, so much exercise cannot be so good for my recovery I suppose.


The end (word:801)
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Default A Bittersweet Longing

Mood Prompt: Bittersweet
Word Prompt: Rejected
Expression Prompt: Here I stand like an open book, is there something here you might have overlooked?


Part of the summer contest at Whedonverse and Beyond found here:
www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/forum/showthread.php

A Bittersweet Longing, by Pat
BtVS, Willow PoV, PG (July 2009)



Every morning I waited for him to saunter off his house, and every time he hurriedly joined me; chivalrous and content, he always proposed to carry my lunch box, and made me believe in the tales of old of princess with their prince charming. Going to school with Xander was the highlight of my days, listening to him describe the latest Scoobidou television adventures to me, compensating for the fact that my dear parents wouldn’t allow a tv set anywhere in their precious little home was the highlight of my lunch hours. Having him teasingly work along me on our homeworks was of course a little bit wasted in terms of time and efficiency but oh so entertaining…


Today we still joke. Last night we had pizza. Tonight, we have to meet at the Bronze. Tomorrow we will have a research session. The entertainment is now provided by seeing my knight in a not so shining armor fumbling around the slayer, slave to Cordelia’s desire, earnest in being a part of this group of misfits we became almost without notice, one little fight at a time.


For the last few years I have grown, my body filling, my hair floating in the breeze with much more volume, my fingers long and lean itching to dance on his skin, my lips fuller and eager to be ravished. And with every passing week, it appears that what I could offer him will just be overlooked lost in the rubbles of life, buried behind the needs of the world, the hormones riding him so hard.


I’ve lingered for so long just to realize what I was waiting for; I’ve delayed telling Xander because I did not know how to distinguish between my so comforting friendship with him, my late hero worship of the boy, my newfound love for the man.


If I must suffer through this turmoil then I want him to do so with me. I want to understand while Xander Harris wouldn’t see me, the real me, the caring me, the one that loves him and wish he’d love me back.


The End (350)
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I hope you will enjoy reading and commenting it.

I am trying to write Riley for the first time and the voice might not be good yet, but I truly believe that the emotions are there, with him, throughout his time in Sunnydale.

Part of the summer contest at Whedonverse and Beyond found here:
http://www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/forum/showthread.php?t=3521

Prompt: Here I am in tiny pieces; Mood prompt: rejected; Word Prompt: Heartache.
BtVS - Riley's pov - Pg




Thank you for the Nomination AND the incredible WIN at Round 7 of Running with Scissors Awards!
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Lovers Heartaches by Pat (July 2009)




Your lover was here. In Sunnydale. Not that it makes a difference; in a way, he is always here! I see him in the faraway look you have sometimes when we walk the dark path of some godforsaken cemeteries. I see him in the extra bounce your gait has when you get closer to the Scoobies and Giles when they discuss matters related to him. I hear him in the pitter-patter your heart makes when people mention his name around you. I see him in the oppressed breath you try to release when you fear for his life, and I also see him in the possessive way you talk about your vampires, your city, your friends, every single day.


I have always been around his shadow; I just did not want to face this painful realization. I couldn’t put words to the emotions chocking me since the day we met. I wouldn’t, simply because I did not know what it meant, couldn’t fathom how it changes you from the inside out, couldn’t understand how to learn to live with something so foreign and yet so omnipresent in your own fucking heart!


In my mind, love was something set neatly aside for the future; that elusive time when the world would be a better place, our society safe from devils known and unknown, guided by intelligent and dedicated rulers; in short a world were directions are clear and easily followed.


As all well oiled plans do, mine had a cog: you!


I love the luminous gaze you have when you fight along my side. I can’t describe how my whole being is burning alive when I am close to you. Anything you wear is imprinted in my mind, everything you say is cataloged in my brain, and everything you think becomes the most important thing to me. I’ve fallen, like so many mightiest men before me. I am utterly in love with you.


The rejection is not one of these facts of life you just take in and move on. It is a live wire consuming everything in its path. I know that when you smile at me, it really is just for me. I know you cherish the private moments we share, the validation I represent, the companionship created by our two strengths fighting the good fight along each other. I also am learning to live with the ghost you will not acknowledge: your memory of Angel.


I cannot be your first love; I cannot be a larger than life figure that will dwarf anything. I cannot erase your heartache and now that I am conscious of mine, I cannot negate it either.


I want to offer you a bright future, made of shiny fighting moments and exploding sexy retreats. I want to walk side by side with you in the glorious, sad and heartbreaking steps our journeys will surely lead us.


Tonight, I am a broken man. Here I am, in tiny pieces, trying to offer you the dream of a grown man. While I am simply a shell that can only be made complete by your love. Take anything from me, and I will stand by you, I will learn to live with your scrapes, I will try to be the invisible support you need, because I sure know I cannot be him.


All the man I can be will never be large enough to fill the void he left, to fight the longing I discern in your eyes and the dreams you are afraid to visualize or the hopes you denie yourself having. Still, I accept the rotten deal, Buffy, please, just take me!



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The end (615 words)

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Thank you for reading and to whomever nominated this story at Round 25 of Sunnydale Memorial


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Title: Against His Better Judgment (previously known as Cicely, you were never a match to my Angel)
Author: Pat
Notes: The Awakening Awards - the letter
Rating: PG mostly but R for some words (please do not be offended, I just thought these words would actually come out from Spike mouth)
None of these characters are mine, they were just borrowed...
Dedicated to Angelus2hot: thanks for the letter and support during this contest. It's just too much fun.
Word count: 567

The letter and challenge that inspired this can be found here:
http://www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/mainforum/viewtopic.php?t=1799



Cicely, you were never a match to my Angel, by Pat


The cookie dough that is his brain is definitively cluttered if he thought for an instant that I wouldn’t make his life miserable now that he spilled his soul to me. Hell, I feel like something grandiose. I will order a mural for the majestic façade of his freaking hotel. After all he forces me to live in it; I can as well make myself cozy… Yep, my love declaration is going to be at the scale of the mansions he admires so much: big.

“…I brood too much and talk way too little about the things that matter.” You got that right bastard!

There is just no way, I’ll sit on something so good. That ought to teach him for keeping his emotions bottled up for so long; I was starting to wither there, actually feeling wretched!

“Too many times, I’ve walked away from you without telling you how much you mean to me.” And my heart still hasn’t mended itself over this.

I could have written first though, after all, his love for me grew against his better judgment, while for me, he’s always been my Yoda. Since that one time, I’ve known that his body, his hands, his evil sensibility were meant to make me happy, insanely happy, desperately happy.

“… the way you make me feel when I’m with you, all the ways you make me want to be the man you think I am.” That’s right, fess it up fatso, I am the light of your life. Pff, and to think they thought my poems were sappy!

We both were the men we should have been, but love and a soul turned our life around, got us lost.

“The horrors that you’ve seen don’t seem to matter.”
Only because I am finally home, safe in your arms, Angel.

I don’t ever have to ask why he loves me, not that I bothered anyway. This letter though is the greatest gift he could give me since the Shanshu.

“… as you snuggle down further under the covers.” Hey lad, it’s freezing in this place, it’s not like I am still a vamp, I happen to like my comfort!

I snicker thinking about the soon to be banner that will hang in the entryway that will read in bright red and bold color: “I love you too, Peaches”: he’ll die, and then he’ll punish me for my insolence and then he’ll love me, and I will love him back like he’s never been before.

“… feeling your fingers caress my chest.” What a beautiful chest at that; strong, firm, and reassuring. I just can’t help myself.

I can’t believe he imagines a person resisting his physical charm, the man is a god!

“I couldn’t get close to anyone without fear of becoming a monster again.” That’s my freaky Sire for you! I had to break through his defenses, layer by layer.

Behind the destructive behavior of his monster, I could still see the lover. We both delve into our darker side, our insecurities; I am just better at seizing the day I suppose.

“From this moment on, I am yours.”

And now that the moment has occurred, I saunter to his greatness ready for the rough and tumble that will see the light under the warm shower he is taking. Life just got better.



The End. Thank you for reading this, Pat.

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The letter refered to was written as a part of a challenge by Angelus2hot and here it is:


Quote:

Title: Angel's Letter
Author: A2h
Feedback: Yes Please! I'll even do the snoopy dance for it!
Pairing: Angel/?
Rating: PG
Summary: Angel writes a letter to his love.
Dedication: To Ms Hyde for the great betaing and for all the encouragement. A couple of the sentences are all hers. Thanks!
Dedication: To Pat for challenging me to write this fic and making me post it. I hope this is what you had in mind.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and Co. I'm not making any money. I'm just playing with them. I'll give them back. Don't sue.
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Baby,

This is the only way I know how to say the things that I want – no, that I need - to say to you. I know I'm not a very vocal person. I brood too much and talk way too little about the things that matter.

Too many times I've walked away from you without telling you how much you mean to me. I don't want to ever give you a reason to doubt my love for you. That's why I'm writing you this letter.

I wanted to write down exactly how I feel about you, so that you will always know where you stand with me. I need you to know how important you are to me, the way you make me feel when I'm with you, all the ways that you make me want to be the man you think I am.

I'm sitting here on the sofa watching you while you sleep. You look so peaceful lying there. The horrors that you've seen don't seem to matter. I hope that I have something to do with that. A soft smile curves your lips as you snuggle down further under the covers.

All I can think about is how soon you will wake up, just so I can be with you again. I'm not talking about just making love with you, although being a part of you tonight was the best thing that's ever happened to me. Just being with you is special - holding you in my arms, feeling your heart beating against my skin, listening to you talk, feeling your fingers caress my chest. I want to have you always wake up in my arms. I want to hold your body close to mine and never let you go.

I've been alone and empty for years, and I knew that I deserved it. All around me was darkness. Nothing mattered. I couldn't get close to anyone without fear of becoming a monster again. And then one day you came into my life and you brought back the light.

You give me hope that my existence means something, that I can make a difference. You mean more to me than mere words can explain. You are my life, my very soul. Without you, I would be forced back into the darkness. I don't ever want to go there again. Without you, I am nothing.

The clock on the mantle just struck midnight. It's the beginning of a new year. I know we have some strikes against us from the start. My being a vampire is the major one. But I want to make you some promises for this New Year. I will do everything in my power to let you know more often how I feel about you. I promise to always hold you in my soul. From this moment on, I am yours.

You are the best part of me.

I love you, baby.

-Angel

 

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Word prompt: SINNER
Photo prompt: Stormy Sky at Dusk
Verse(s): BTVS/ATS
Rating: PG

Title: E TU BRUTUS? by PAT


They all see me as monster, as a sinner, as unworthy of their precious efforts. They trust in the fact that saying so, hurts; that thinking it so makes it true; that my future is only the sum of my past. Well, day in and day out, I look inward and yet, still fail to care.


Word count: 56

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Springtime Ficlets:

The purpose of this contest is to write 10 ficlets (each of 50 to 500 words) in one month. The contest starts on March 1st and end on March 31st, 2008. You can post your ficlet as you finish them or wait and post them all at the same time. Out of the ten required ficlets, two to five can be crossovers but all must be related to the Whedonverse somehow.
You will have a choice of 15 words and 15 photos as prompts. Each of your ficlet will need to prominently display how your prompt inspired your work. In any case, you only need to pick ten words and ten photos.

Everyone should present their ficlet in the following format:

Word prompt: ____________________
Photo prompt: ____________________
Verse(s): ________________________
Rating: _________________________
Title: ___________________________
Ficlet:

Here are the 15 words used as prompts:
Seduction, Slutty, Truth or lies, Destiny, Sinner, Regret, Hunger, Magical, Drunk, Jealousy, Power, Acceptance, Dream, Dance, Temptation

Here are the 15 photos you can use as prompts:
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ortheloveofangel/westfieldnj.jpg
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Word prompt: TEMPTATION
Photo prompt: Gnarled Tree in the Fog
Verse(s): BTVS
Rating: PG

Title: DENIAL IS REALLY A RIVER IN SUNNYHELL! by PAT


I did not know what temptation was. I did not believe I could be as petty as wishing for something I could not have. In my own little mousy way, I thought I was protected from this emotion. After all, isn’t temptation for people that matters? I always disappeared in the background, unassuming and non-threatening. How could I experience temptation?

It’s so late at night, and I am so confused. Is it temptation or is it my just due to want what everyone else has? (sigh) Happiness, soon let’s hope.


Word count: 90

~*~

Springtime Ficlets:

The purpose of this contest is to write 10 ficlets (each of 50 to 500 words) in one month. The contest starts on March 1st and end on March 31st, 2008. You can post your ficlet as you finish them or wait and post them all at the same time. Out of the ten required ficlets, two to five can be crossovers but all must be related to the Whedonverse somehow.
You will have a choice of 15 words and 15 photos as prompts. Each of your ficlet will need to prominently display how your prompt inspired your work. In any case, you only need to pick ten words and ten photos.

Everyone should present their ficlet in the following format:

Word prompt: ____________________
Photo prompt: ____________________
Verse(s): ________________________
Rating: _________________________
Title: ___________________________
Ficlet:

Here are the 15 words used as prompts:
Seduction, Slutty, Truth or lies, Destiny, Sinner, Regret, Hunger, Magical, Drunk, Jealousy, Power, Acceptance, Dream, Dance, Temptation

Here are the 15 photos you can use as prompts:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/f
ortheloveofangel/westfieldnj.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/013909.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2247003112_20af386f7f.jpg
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/peggycovenovascotia.jpg
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/389910314_d27195046a.jpg


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Word prompt: REGRET
Photo prompt: SMOKE RISING, Black & White
Verse(s): BTVS
Rating: PG

Title: KICKED IN THE GUTS by PAT


Regrets, I have a few… Famous words, we’ve all uttered. I tried to resist telling them, but yes, I do have some too. Hard times have been knocking and I did not care for them. But, it’s leaving you after this life altering kiss that makes me join the ranks and confess to my failures and fess us to my regrets.


Word count: 61.

~*~

Springtime Ficlets:

The purpose of this contest is to write 10 ficlets (each of 50 to 500 words) in one month. The contest starts on March 1st and end on March 31st, 2008. You can post your ficlet as you finish them or wait and post them all at the same time. Out of the ten required ficlets, two to five can be crossovers but all must be related to the Whedonverse somehow.
You will have a choice of 15 words and 15 photos as prompts. Each of your ficlet will need to prominently display how your prompt inspired your work. In any case, you only need to pick ten words and ten photos.

Everyone should present their ficlet in the following format:

Word prompt: ____________________
Photo prompt: ____________________
Verse(s): ________________________
Rating: _________________________
Title: ___________________________
Ficlet:

Here are the 15 words used as prompts:
Seduction, Slutty, Truth or lies, Destiny, Sinner, Regret, Hunger, Magical, Drunk, Jealousy, Power, Acceptance, Dream, Dance, Temptation

Here are the 15 photos you can use as prompts:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/f
ortheloveofangel/westfieldnj.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/013909.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2247003112_20af386f7f.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/395101594_5a4d4ec09a.jpg
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/peggycovenovascotia.jpg
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Word prompt: MAGICAL
Photo prompt: Colors in Antelope Canyon and Lighthouse by the Sea
Verse(s): BTVS
Rating: PG

Title: Magical Baby by PAT


My baby, is a magical lady. She had this beautiful look in her shiny eyes and Kindergarden was now the most fantastic place I’ve ever set foot. Years passed, and the prettiness of her in that little red dress she wore on the last day of fifth grade haunts me every week that passed. Her smile sent me to heavens all through high school and tonight she will be in my arms, letting me ride along her on our own special magical carpet ride…


Word count: 84.

~*~

Springtime Ficlets:

The purpose of this contest is to write 10 ficlets (each of 50 to 500 words) in one month. The contest starts on March 1st and end on March 31st, 2008. You can post your ficlet as you finish them or wait and post them all at the same time. Out of the ten required ficlets, two to five can be crossovers but all must be related to the Whedonverse somehow.
You will have a choice of 15 words and 15 photos as prompts. Each of your ficlet will need to prominently display how your prompt inspired your work. In any case, you only need to pick ten words and ten photos.

Everyone should present their ficlet in the following format:

Word prompt: ____________________
Photo prompt: ____________________
Verse(s): ________________________
Rating: _________________________
Title: ___________________________
Ficlet:

Here are the 15 words used as prompts:
Seduction, Slutty, Truth or lies, Destiny, Sinner, Regret, Hunger, Magical, Drunk, Jealousy, Power, Acceptance, Dream, Dance, Temptation

Here are the 15 photos you can use as prompts:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/f
ortheloveofangel/westfieldnj.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/013909.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2247003112_20af386f7f.jpg
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Word prompt: DANCE
Photo prompt: LAVA GLIDING ON ROCKS
Verse(s): BTVS
Rating: PG


community.livejournal.com/rwsawards/30717.html

Title: A LIFETIME, IN SHORT. by PAT


Why does he tiptoe around me? Minutes ago he was hugging me so tight I couldn’t breathe. Now he is smiling at Willow like she invented ice-cream.

Yesterday, he danced with me in the empty gymnasium, laughing at my jokes. Today, he is following Buffy like an eager puppy.

Last week, he brought me chocolate; this morning he had me give him lunch money, so he could share freakin’ cookies with his girls…

Last month, we weren’t yet together, and a different type of dance was at play; it has an old name that I wish I could forget: courtship.


(Word count: 101)

~*~

Springtime Ficlets:

The purpose of this contest is to write 10 ficlets (each of 50 to 500 words) in one month. The contest starts on March 1st and end on March 31st, 2008. You can post your ficlet as you finish them or wait and post them all at the same time. Out of the ten required ficlets, two to five can be crossovers but all must be related to the Whedonverse somehow.
You will have a choice of 15 words and 15 photos as prompts. Each of your ficlet will need to prominently display how your prompt inspired your work. In any case, you only need to pick ten words and ten photos.

Everyone should present their ficlet in the following format:

Word prompt: ____________________
Photo prompt: ____________________
Verse(s): ________________________
Rating: _________________________
Title: ___________________________
Ficlet:

Here are the 15 words used as prompts:
Seduction, Slutty, Truth or lies, Destiny, Sinner, Regret, Hunger, Magical, Drunk, Jealousy, Power, Acceptance, Dream, Dance, Temptation

Here are the 15 photos you can use as prompts:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/f
ortheloveofangel/westfieldnj.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/013909.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2247003112_20af386f7f.jpg
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Word prompt: HUNGER
Photo prompt: LIGHT ON THE ROAD AT NIGHT BEHIND TREES
Verse(s): BTVS
Rating: PG

Title: A LAZY NIGHT STROLL, by PAT



One in the morning; Again. I couldn’t sleep when I was a kid at night. My parents got quickly tired of the routine. I did too. Late night TV saved both of us. Becoming the slayer does not help the sleeping schedule, but now I can write for the worst of them…

Four in the morning; Almost. Two vamps tonight. Two monsters dusted.

Six in the morning; Alive. The hunger is alive, my mind is elated, my body is kicking.

Another day is welcoming Faith.

(Word count 86)


~*~

Springtime Ficlets:
http://www.whedonverseandbeyond.net/forum//showthread.php?t=3234

The purpose of this contest is to write 10 ficlets (each of 50 to 500 words) in one month. The contest starts on March 1st and end on March 31st, 2008. You can post your ficlet as you finish them or wait and post them all at the same time. Out of the ten required ficlets, two to five can be crossovers but all must be related to the Whedonverse somehow.
You will have a choice of 15 words and 15 photos as prompts. Each of your ficlet will need to prominently display how your prompt inspired your work. In any case, you only need to pick ten words and ten photos.

Everyone should present their ficlet in the following format:

Word prompt: ____________________
Photo prompt: ____________________
Verse(s): ________________________
Rating: _________________________
Title: ___________________________
Ficlet:

Here are the 15 words used as prompts:
Seduction, Slutty, Truth or lies, Destiny, Sinner, Regret, Hunger, Magical, Drunk, Jealousy, Power, Acceptance, Dream, Dance, Temptation

Here are the 15 photos you can use as prompts:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/westfieldnj.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/013909.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2247003112_20af386f7f.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/395101594_5a4d4ec09a.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2301882783_daaa84a476.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/peggycovenovascotia.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/uppercaneycreekfallsalabama.jpg
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/677786684_ca7686fedb.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/016824.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/009453.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/003280.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/005153.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/389910314_d27195046a.jpg

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Word prompt: ACCEPTANCE
Photo prompt: THE TWO BOYS FISHING
Verse(s): BTVS/ATS
Rating: PG-13 for some language

Title: RABID PUPPY LOVE, by PAT


Ficlet:


How often can a beaten dog be kicked before he bites back? That will be the lesson of the day… At school, the bullies took turn to add to the lessons I was getting at home. What’s a little shove, or a little wedgie, when you’ve already had a bloody back?

I spit at the face of acceptance! I craved it like everybody else; I became a shadow of myself for the hope of some crumbs of it; I kissed way too many asses, told on way too many people, I even thought I loved. Once. The gutters weren’t deep enough for my shameful rebuttal, and still I did not get acceptance.

Today, I hold my spit for the one woman that gave it to me. She looked for me, she defended me, she enjoys me, she lives to do things with me and I accepted.

Now, she is the accepting light before the utter darkness, before the darkness I can dish out, before the world only see the monster in me, the monster I am, the monster they don’t realize is lurking in their backyard.

I am Spike.

(Word count 189)


~*~

Springtime Ficlets:

The purpose of this contest is to write 10 ficlets (each of 50 to 500 words) in one month. The contest starts on March 1st and end on March 31st, 2008. You can post your ficlet as you finish them or wait and post them all at the same time. Out of the ten required ficlets, two to five can be crossovers but all must be related to the Whedonverse somehow.
You will have a choice of 15 words and 15 photos as prompts. Each of your ficlet will need to prominently display how your prompt inspired your work. In any case, you only need to pick ten words and ten photos.

Everyone should present their ficlet in the following format:

Word prompt: ____________________
Photo prompt: ____________________
Verse(s): ________________________
Rating: _________________________
Title: ___________________________
Ficlet:

Here are the 15 words used as prompts:
Seduction, Slutty, Truth or lies, Destiny, Sinner, Regret, Hunger, Magical, Drunk, Jealousy, Power, Acceptance, Dream, Dance, Temptation

Here are the 15 photos you can use as prompts:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/westfieldnj.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/013909.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2247003112_20af386f7f.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/395101594_5a4d4ec09a.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2301882783_daaa84a476.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/peggycovenovascotia.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/uppercaneycreekfallsalabama.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/2142958821_528e58d9d5.jpg
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http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/016824.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/009453.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/003280.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/005153.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/fortheloveofangel/389910314_d27195046a.jpg

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The Princess and the Pea
by Pat (May 2008)

Rating: PG, BtVs/Ats, Wesley/Cordelia, Fairy Tales Revisited


Yeah! Thank you for nominating this little story for Round 7 or RWSA.
Yippee! This little fic got Runner Up accolade: what a pleasure!


THE PRINCESS AND THE PEA

"You will never attend to be anyone!" shouted his father.

"I can't believe that your mom is still cuddling you like the baby you were. When are you going to become a man?" the older man added pacing away.

Wesley stayed silent. He was used to the verbal abuse by now. As usual there was no end in sight.

"I won't let you do it, son. You either wise up and stand up to the council or I'll disavow you." he added now for good measure.

In a soft and controlled voice Wesley Wyndam-Pryce finally answered his overbearing father. "I will do as you wish, Sir. The only thing I want is for the young bride to be to truly represent the finest in British education, so as to keep our family in the good graces of the Council."

Oh how smooth... with their level of education finding this bride to be wasn't going to be a picnic. No. It was going to take forever to find someone that would prevail from his mom bigotry, his dad holier-than-thou attitudes, and his own reticence to get involved with anyone. After all, he still had to find himself. So far the only thing he knew is that he loved research. Just not like his father, he wanted to live his experiences, breathe them in, transform them in living histories; nothing that could be provided by a wife...

*~*~*

And then started the dance, first we had the female recruits of the Academy finding themselves being invited for tea. No good seed appeared from this.
Then we had the daughters of the most influential men in England, and even though they were all well traveled and well mannered, none had an inkling for adventure the way he had, at least when he was away from his father.
Finally, there were the long weekends with what the best of the world had to offer. These women were beautiful, hard to please and quite in a league of their own. In brief, too much for a stressed and not empowered enough young man.

Because the project was much more complex and involved than anyone had thought at first, everyone put it on the back burner in order to fulfill their daily obligations.

~*~~*~~*~~

The storm finally moved on when the knock was heard. Eager to leave behind the tense meal he was sharing with his parents, Wesley went through the large entry to find a drowned rat looking for shelter. The girl was soaking wet, nothing was special about the attire or what was left of the hairdo, but in the great scheme of thing she did represent adventure and brought fore his inquisitive mind.

"Good evening young lady, where you caught by the storm?" he inquired gently.

"I guess you are not blind then..." she muttered under her breath "Yes Sir, can I importune you enough for shelter tonight?" she added more amiably.

"Well I suppose we could accommodate you for an evening, as the closest Inn is still a long drive away" he said looking at her with renewed interest now that the red coat was dropped to the floor.

He lowered himself with practiced grace to gather the wet garment and found himself speechless now that he was looking at the most amazing pair of legs he had an opportunity to assess. Small ankles led to well define calves, muscled legs led to beautiful thighs. One could tell that the young woman was exercising often, he felt a hitch to touch what appeared like satiny skin.

"Thank you for your consideration Mr.?"

"I am sorry, I forgot my manners. I am Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Headmaster at the Council Academy and this is my parents house." He took her hand while doing the presentation and was now waiting for the reciprocation, letting his warmth seep into her frigid hands.

"My name is Cordelia Chase and I was on my way to Paris after a short stay in London. Thank you for your hospitality." She almost curtsied, taken by the formality of the space and of her host.

He invited the young girl to follow him to the dining room and held a chair to his side to allow her to seat and sustain herself. Discretely he called in the butler and recommended that the guest bedroom was prepared in all haste.

Returning to the table, Wesley was surprised to see his parents engrossed in a lively discussion with their guest. Traveling had always been a favorite subject in this family and Cordelia seemed to have had his share of traipsing around the world. She looked so young though...

He sat and just looked at her, all thoughts of food forgotten. Wesley wandered if this young woman could be his destiny. How can one be certain? Wasn't she in transit anyway? A stupid tale from his youth came back to mind. A pea. Do people even have those non-processed again in their pantries? Well, he wasn't going to ask his princess to sleep on a pea but what will be a good indicator of her worth? If she is what he is looking for, he'd follow her wherever she's heading, he won't let his potential soul mate be lost for later or even forever.

The meal came to a companionable end, a surprise for the Wyndam-Pryce household. Their guest retired shortly after thanking them profusely. Wesley directed Cordelia to the guest quarters and while she was discovering the delicate beauty of the bathroom, he dropped a copy of his 'bible' on the table by her bed, a revised copy of Tabber's Demon Companion, let's see how she'd react to that... With a quick good bye at her door, he left the girl and maybe his dreams behind.

~*~*~

After a fitful night, Wesley was eager to meet with Cordelia. He found her just at the bottom of the steps, on her way to the kitchen. Offering his arm, she took it lightly and laughed at the chivalry in the gesture. He was ready to make her feel like the princess that she appeared to be this morning. Her dry hair were framing her cute face, her tailored pants hugged a lovely behind, the top on her curvaceous form was highlighting the long and gracious neck, he was a goner and ready to admit it...

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, at loss for words already.

"Yes I did, Wes. Your nightly reading material may leave room for discussion though. Not that a compendium is boring to read. Mr. Giles seems to have much worse reading material back home, but let a girl have a little romance would you?" she said with a pearly laugh.

Now he was undone and couldn't wait a moment longer to announce to his parents that he’d found his princess, now he just have to demonstrate to her that he was the answer to her prayers...


The end.


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This is the prompt that inspired the story you just read:

Our dear friend and member Wereleopard suggested a new topic to our summer challenge: rewriting any Fairy tale of our choice with current characters from verses we love.
The fiction work can be as short or as long as you want. Try to stay as true as possible to the original direction of the tale, even if you want to take liberties with the format and story structure.

Present your work in the following format:
Title and author if known of original fairy tale
Title, your name, verse explored
text of the fic
Small commentary from you telling us what was particularly compelling in the fairy tale you pick or/and the story you wrote
To help you get started here are a few links that maybe useful. if you roam the net and find more places to add to this list please do not hesitate to post them in this thread.
Review and summaries of commonly known fairy tales:
http://www.comedyimprov.com/music/schmoll/tales.html
All 209 fairy tales by the Grimm brothers:
http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~spok/grimmtmp/
Similar work for the tales by Hans Christian Andersen:
http://hca.gilead.org.il/
Here you will find fables, fairy tales and other nursery stories:
http://www.ivyjoy.com/fables/index.shtml
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Well here is my first story for this prompt, it's based on the story of the little duck that things he doesn't belong to his family and find out after some adventures in the real world that he was just a different brand... and find happiness in joining his family of swans...

it's not an exact match but it really made me think of the following:

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community.livejournal.com/rwsawards/30717.html

http://wka.moments-lost.org/nominees.php
http://wka.moments-lost.org/nominees.php


The Ugly Duckling (BTVS-Xander)
Pat (May 2008)

Rating: PG, BtVS, Xander

THE UGLY DUCKLING

The sleepy town wouldn't realize how many of its teenagers were roaming the deserted streets late at night. Most folks knew about The Bronze and some other choice locations that catered to the night crowd but nothing specific ever raised their eyebrows. At least Xander wouldn’t invite any stupefied look. He just plain didn't register on most people radar. Not that he wasn’t cute, not that he wasn't tall and capable of thought. Not the greatest thoughts but who'd be really asking for that anyway? Not his friends for sure. Like everyone else, they noticed his non-assuming ways, his non-threatening ways, his follower mentality.

"Daddy, what kind of toddler was I" he would ask when he was young.

"Always in your mother skirts, boy!" would answer derisively his dad.

"Mommy, what kind of man will I be, when I'll grow up?" he'd ask once in a while to his mom.

"A lazy couch potato like your dad" was the snickering answer he would get most of the time.

He wasn't the unhappiest kid in the world, really. He just did not have the most amazing role models to look after. And came Willow, his buddy, and his best friend.

"Willow, what can I be when I'll be old?" he would whisper with hope in his broken heart.

"The best you can be, dear friend" she would encouragingly answer in a whisper.

It was nice of her, but Willow was always nice, she was family, almost... The one he wished he had. Was he stolen from the nursery at birth? What did he do wrong as a kid for his parents to think he wasn't theirs? He could have guessed as much anyway, he was congenial, and they weren't. He was a pacifist, they kept kicking his butt, yep: they were different, light-years apart one could say. Maybe someone exchanged him with that new girl in school. Buffy is her name. She seems to like kicking people's butt too, and always beleaguering him and anyone around as well.

Her mom is cool though. All quiet and love; just like himself. How will he ever find where he belongs? Will he ever feel at home?

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His body is broken, bloodied; the Hellmouth is kicking their asses once again. How long has it been since he had enjoyed a nice evening with the girls, a pizza, a movie if not a research session at the library. Time has passed, life kicked his and their butts, much better than his dad ever did. Heck, even the supposed lazy gene in the family has long been driven out of him now that he was a bona fide sidekick, maybe even a hero...

Seven years now, he'd been with the gang, keeping Sunnydale safe, keeping his friends and family safe and another mighty battle is looming ahead.

And now with blood seeping over his eye, blinded and dazed he thinks again about those formative years. He had felt so out of place, so different, so insecure.

Today, he had seen one more fight, too many of his friends were hurt, too many of his bones cracked but he finally knew with certainty what he really was; A beautiful, essential, beloved member of this heroic family. And with his worth clear in mind, he rose for another hurrah, he rose to be in the midst of his family, because they made him belong, and he knew, he finally knew in his heart of heart that he wasn't the ugly little duckling his parents convinced him he was. He could die or live, knowing he was a beautiful swan!

The end.

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Our dear friend and member Wereleopard suggested a new topic to our summer challenge: rewriting any Fairy tale of our choice with current characters from verses we love.
The fiction work can be as short or as long as you want. Try to stay as true as possible to the original direction of the tale, even if you want to take liberties with the format and story structure.

Present your work in the following format:
Title and author if known of original fairy tale
Title, your name, verse explored
text of the fic
Small commentary from you telling us what was particularly compelling in the fairy tale you pick or/and the story you wrote

To help you get started here are a few links that maybe useful. if you roam the net and find more places to add to this list please do not hesitate to post them in this thread.
Review and summaries of commonly known fairy tales:
http://www.comedyimprov.com/music/schmoll/tales.html
All 209 fairy tales by the Grimm brothers:
http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~spok/grimmtmp/
Similar work for the tales by Hans Christian Andersen:
http://hca.gilead.org.il/
Here you will find fables, fairy tales and other nursery stories:
http://www.ivyjoy.com/fables/index.shtml


Good luck to all participants and let's have some fun!
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A Sunnydale Interlude




Doomed [Het]
Winner: purplefeen - A Very Good Girl [NC-17]
Runner up: mabel_marsters - Witch Way Round? [NC-17]
Unsung Hero: perverted_pages - The Pack, my version [NC-17]
Blood Donor: cordy69 - A Sunnydale Interlude [NC-17]
Thank you for the honors and everyone, don't forget to check the other stories too!

Nominated at Sunnydale Awards (Fall 2011)




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Author: Pat
Title: A Sunnydale Interlude


Posted: July-August 2006
Rating: NC-17, BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Cordy

Summary: The interlude is set in School Hard (BTVS), moments before Spike and Buffy will fight on the school ground. Willow and Cordelia are hiding in the janitor closet, praying to survive the night and their lives take a different turn before resuming with the canon created by the show.
Set: BTVS S2 - includes Spike, Cordelia, Willow
Disclaimer: Characters are copyrighted by their respective owners, I am just borrowing them for a non-commercial fun.
Note: I just discovered this great Spike oriented archive with a listing of all known C/S fics the owner could find. if you are inspired or have submissions to make please check this link: http://www.layout-whore.com/cb_lay.htm
Feedback: Would love some, heck I may even send some virtual chocolate or whiskey your way if it will help...
Dedication: For Ficbitch82, it was refreshing to see that much eagerness for more Spike/Cordelia work and to A2h for opening your heart to all those ships... Thank you to Christie for the gracious and useful help and to Lysa for the great beta work you did. I couldn't havbe been more satisfied of that first try (in that ship), and it's all thanks to you two.


Read the story ... )


Also part of round 6 of the Running With Scissors Nomination:

http://community.livejournal.com/rwsawards/24058.html?view=181242#t181242

As well, this story has been nominated along other fictions of mine in Round 11 of Fang Fetish Awards


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