The Humanist

Title: Missed Opportunity
Author: cordy69
Pairing: Angel/connor
Rating: PG
Word Prompt: Guilty
Word Count: 100
Time Period: Angel and Connor interaction in Spin the Bottle (season 4 episode 6) when Angel reverts to being Liam.



My father had lost his marbles… I don’t know how but he had no recollection of me and his life in LA. He’d always been an old bloke to distrust, mock and sometimes envy, but he is a basket case with serious daddy issues today.

This renders him human to me and makes me feel guilty. It’s a difficult emotion to manage but it’s not like he could help by sending me to my room or giving me the spanking he hinted at before, I think I would have benefited from a firm, loving framework; I declined the opportunity and live to regret it…


The End.

Part of the Ten Table Prompt.

Title: Love does lead to Forgiveness
Author: cordy69
Word count: 372
Character(s): Angel deals with his feelings after the abduction of baby Connor.
Notes: for the Forgiveness Theme at angel_hoard


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Hope you enjoyed
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Author: Cordy69
Title: What happens in Vegas
Type: Drabble for the 2013 drabblefest (100 words)
Fandom: Roswell
Pairing: Sheriff Jim Valenti and his son, Kyle Valenti
Spanking: mentioned (PG)
Links: Written for the 2013 drabblefest at spanking_world
Summary: Based on the tidbit of quote from the following episode:

"Roswell: Viva Las Vegas (#2.15)" (2001)
Sheriff Jim Valenti: Each one of your parents is going to hear from me later today. I expect you back in Roswell this afternoon. Kyle get in the car.
Kyle: I was up sixteen hundred.
Sheriff Jim Valenti: Now.
Michael: Glad I'm an orphan.
Tess: Yeah me too.
Sheriff Jim Valenti: Tess, don't make me come back in there.

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There is a chance no one in my flist have seen or read Roswell but in case let me know how this ring

:)

Title: Risky Business
Author: Cordy69
Pairing: Harvey/mike
Rating: PG
Prompt by ficwriterjet found in the Battle of the Shows thread hope you will like this take :)
Word Count: 1335
Beta: Sadly none, I am working on so many different fandoms I don’t know who can work with me but if you want to volunteer, you’d be a Hero J
An hour a day, makes for a good drabble to give away J


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Happy Read everyone :-)

Author: cordy69
Type of work: Birthday Fiction for trumansshell
Title: Don't Wanna
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing(s) or/and Main Characters: John Winchester, Dean (9) and Sammy (5)
Type of Spanking: Sibling hand spanking implied
Implement(s): hand
Summary: Sammy first spanking at the hand of Dean is rocking the Winchester boat.
Rating: PG
Word Count or Length: 1136 words
Spoiler up to (episode or season): No Spoiler, Pre-series
Notes & Warnings: Cute and sadly only the aftermath of the spanking is discussed here. Still hope you will enjoy this Shell!
Birthday Prompt: Anything wee!chester or teen!chester :)

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Title: A Wolf in Sheep Clothing
Author: Pat
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG
Word Count: 230
Characters/Pairing: John Winchester
Summary: set pre-series
First Word: Town
Last Word: Give

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Part of the Spring 2011 Story Tree at Whedonverse and Beyond

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Another drabble created as part of Whdeonverse Spring 2011 Story Tree

Title: Truth or Dare
First Word: Oil
Last Word: Play
Author: Pat
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairing: Fox Mulder
Summary: Mulder is distressed by the decision he has to make, now that he knows how far the Alien Conspiracy goes.
A/N: Part of the Conspiracy Arc on the X-Files.


Oil, dark and un-relentless. It's reach is overwhelming, the men behind it so powerful, there is no way to fight that inescapable future.

Fox Mulder can't imagine being one of the Chosen one. His parents made a choice with which he cannot live. Still, he wants Scully to have a chance.

It means dealing with Kryceck... Becoming Kryceck... Relying on Kryceck. Can he do it? Will he have the guts to play Russian Roulette with her life, play a kids game of Truth and Dare and finding out he has neither the guts or the compunction to let it play?

The End.

Part of the Cuddles, Snuggles, Kisses and Porn Multi-Fandom Story Tree - STORY TREE found here: thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com/1212870.html


The following story follow the one by angelus2hot  called Steal Your Kisses http://thefannishwaldo.livejournal.com/1212870.html?thread=3540166#t3540166





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Well here is my first ever story in the X-Files verse, I had fun doing it, even though I am not sure I met all the requirements of my Secret Santee.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!


Title: None but the Braves
Author: Pat aka Cordy69
Pairing/Character: Mulder/Scully
Word Count: 1117
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler Warning: None specific, relate to first movie.
Summary: Missing scene taking part at end of Fight the Future movie.

December 2009 Secret Santa @ http://community.livejournal.com/xf_santa/
Thank you for the wonderful opportuntity to connect with like-minded fans!
The request made by namarie24 can be found here: community.livejournal.com/xf_santa/32939.html
The story is also posted here: community.livejournal.com/xf_santa/43283.html

Dedicated to Namarie24 ~ Happy Holidays!



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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!
http://community.livejournal.com/rwsawards/31409.html#cutid1


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)



Thanks for the nomination of round 1 Hellmouth Awards!

the-hellmouth-awards.dreamwidth.org/2538.html

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

This is the first work of fiction I ever did for the Whedonverse world.

Ats, PG, Season 1, Word Count: 826

Nominated at Sunnydale Awards (Fall 2011)



The Morning After, by Pat


The morning after, no one ever writes about that. I'm not talking about a night of party hardy where too many drinks are followed by a few frisky innuendoes but the one where you get your teeth knocked in by a truth you're not ready to invite into your life. The morning when reality hits you where it hurts, making you aware that you will set one foot ahead of the other and continue a life without him and without his dreams. It is the morning that seals your pain, your anger, and your hopes into a web of cluttered emotions that will change you forever.


I woke up in Angel's bed; he probably took my curled up form from his sofa and brought me here after the last of my tears exhausted me and sent me into a fitful sleep. With a faint headache I remember every minute of last night. Neither of us could talk and we sat here, in Angel's apartment, trying to hold even the slightest grip on the evening's events. I monopolized the sofa unable to find the strength to voice my pain, my head full of adjectives and expletives colliding without the least sense of organization. I look at Angel hoping to make that connection I think I need to wake from the nightmare of Doyle's death.


Angel didn't touch me or reach out last night, we just walked side by side and now he's sitting silently in the chair in front of me. Anchored to his deep chocolate gaze, I'm not really looking at Angel; I'm seeing his soul and a clear reflection of my grief. In that dark hue, the storm of my hurt and incredulity, my defeated psyche is fighting with too many realities to confront. Holding my gaze, he too remembers the Doyle we knew and his contribution to our lives. I can't find the words, yes Cordelia Chase is at a loss for words, and I can't rationalize let alone explain all that Doyle was to me, all that he gave, all that could have been.


The sparkles in Angel's eyes make me wonder if he's going to cry. I don't understand how he can be so stoic because I haven't been able to hold back my tears. The stars now shining in his Glare tell me he is as unforgiving as I am to myself. How could we have failed the one that brought us together? In that moment I realize what Doyle's passing means. Angel and I are more than friends now, we are a family with an obligation to stay true to Doyle's memory.


With relief, I accept the offered glass of water and Angel's disappearance into the kitchen. My eyes close and I feel the sobs wracking my body with each memory of who our friend was, what he could have been, of what he couldn't forgive in himself. With every cry, I visualize what I had, what I missed, and what I could have wanted. I had to open my eyes; being in the dark with thoughts of what might have been was more than I could take.


Walking into the kitchen I sat across from Angel with a new understanding of who we are, and the tragedy that had hit us. His hand reaches out to seize my trembling fingers before faltering and returning to the table. His intense gaze tells me of all the pain he was in, of all the friends he has already buried and of the unyielding belief that he should have been the one the perished hero.


I slide my hand closer to his and with shiny eyes will Angel to see that his need to share his strength is enough. Silently I inch closer to his face asking him to never let go, telling Angel I need him now and forever. The golden ambers watching me finally recede into the dark brown eyes I have come to trust.


Those stolen moments feel like an eternity, the squint at the corner of his eyes finally opens the door to his acceptance of the inevitable; saying adieu to his extraordinary friend. I wasn't ready yet and rising from my chair I popped in the video before returning to the sofa with Angel following my every movement. For now I'll let Doyle's face accompany my sorrow, his voice calm my weeping and Angel's watchful eyes escort my mind to a more peaceful sleep.


Soon the aroma of strong coffee will reach our sleeping senses and with wary eyes Angel and I will rise to start a new path, continuing a life without Doyle but not without his dreams. A youth passed surviving the hellmouth of Sunnydale and a new life along the side of an experienced Master of pain will teach me to keep the gift of the first soldier down in my mind. Today will be our morning after.



End.


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Note:

I would like to thank Lysa for the suggested exercise, as well as CydneStorm and Stormy for the great beta work.

This was about looking and the scenario I picked on for working was:
AtS Episode: between Hero & Parting Gifts
Cordelia and Angel are still in shock and mourning Doyle. This can happen at the office, in Cordy’s apartment or Angel’s place. This ‘look’ is angsty and heartbreaking and whatever else you want to put into it…as long as everything is conveyed only with their eyes.

I hope you guys and gals will survive my first fiction post...


Nominated for Round 11 of Fang fetish Awards

community.livejournal.com/fangfetish/32847.html

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

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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:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/f

Word prompt: POWER
Photo prompt: FOREST WATERFALL
Verse(s): FIREFLY
Rating: PG

Title: HOW TO COME TO POWER, IN SHORT, EASY STEPS by PAT

I did not become Captain of the Firefly for power. Nope, I took the job because I was lazy. Yep, and not even ashamed of it.

That is the one job I can have without having a weenie, pansy ass telling me what to do, when to do it and how to do it.

Okay, that wasn’t about my laziness but about the hard time I have accepting to take orders. Still, it takes the edge of receiving orders. The heck it does!

So, yes, the next pleasure out of my riff-raff life is the knowledge that I can sleep on my deck, refuse a shipment, eat out of cans and play cards with the locals.

Today, I’m testing some waters… a hidden cove, a lush girl, and no worries in sight! Yes, a bit of laziness, as I said.

Well, that’s my definition of power, individual power, lasting power; to me, anyway.


Word count: 153.

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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:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/f

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)

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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:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v342/f