Albino! no punch back

Butterfly
Buffy
ficlet
prompt from comment_fic was 'Tara didn't die'
warnings: character death, suicide, violence, depression, murder (nothing worse than they show on the show).


( if a butterfly farts in Africa, there will be a tornado in Kansas )

Original Fic: Fade Out, by kindkit
Remix: Fade Out (The meant to be Remix)
Angel
double drabbe


This is how Black men always die.

Every damn movie he watched with his sister and his mom (when they had electricity), the Black guy always bites it in some dead end alley.

What a fucking metaphor.

When his people are fighting for their lives and their homes, they die in abandoned factories, and in burnt out shops.

Blood stains on dirty streets.

Gunn doesn't see any other way out for himself. This is just how things work down here.

When he's in a corner office with his own secretary, wearing Armani and with the collected works of Abbot and Costello (plus a law degree) crammed into his brain, he's as far from those dead end streets as it's humanly possible to get. But he never stops thinking he won't still die on one.

When Gunn thinks about how he's going out, it's always with a weapon in hand, fighting, on the streets he was raised on.

When the time comes, it's just like he knew it would be. Blood splattering on the pavement, washed away like he never was, following the rain into the gutters. Another Black man forgotten before the sun has even risen.

Maybe he was always meant to die like this.

Original Fic: Human, by kindkit
Remix: Human (The hope springs eternal Remix)
Buffy
ficlet

Ethan Rayne is sure of one thing and it is this: Giles will save him.

Truthfully, he's been a bit of a dick to his old mate, and not all of it done to honour glorious chaos. Ethan really is just a bastard sometimes. He gets that.

He also knows just how good a man Ripper is; how he held the whole group together, kept them from falling totally off the cliff when they started to dabble with the darker magics. He even forgave him for the Halloween incident. Well, he never came after him for it, and that's as good as forgiveness in Ethan's book.

Giles will come for him, or send the Slayer. He will.

Ethan rocks back and forth in his tiny square of a cell buried so far under ground he forgets what sunlight feels like, and waits for his rescue. 74 days and counting.

Giles is coming. He knows it.

Original Fic: Holding, by izhilzha
Remix: Holding (The stalwort and true Remix)
Buffy
Ficlet


She cries and screams until she can't anymore.

She cries for Tara, and what she did to Warren, and what she's done to her friends. She cries because Giles might be dead and she might be the one who did it.

She cries because Xander is holding her, and rubbing her back and telling her it's going to be okay, and for the first time since Tara fell to the ground with a red circle blossoming on her chest Willow believes it.

She cries because she almost ended the world, after everything they've done to save it. After everything they've lost fighting for it.

She cries because she attacked Xander and who else would do the snoopy dance for her if she snuck over to their house on Christmas?

She's not sleeping, but she's too washed out to move, clutching at Xander and staying very still seems like the only thing for her to do.

Original Fic: Rookie Mistake, by jedibuttercup
Remix: Rookie Mistake (The crunchy/smooth Remix)
Buffy/X-Men xover



Wolverine really hated this town.

He didn't even have a chance to tell her what Chuck had said before some guy with a ridged forehead was trying to rough him up.

Actually, that part was fun, especially the satisfying "dusting" that said guy end up doing when Wolverine stuck him with his claws enough times.

But he really needed to warn Summers about the danger Chuck thought she was in.

Of course that would be easier if he wasn't dangling from the tiny fist of a hot Black girl.

"Hey Ladies, Do you think maybe I can get a word in edgewise here?"

"No!"

Cure
Buffy
drabble
prompt was Cure

She's had months, but no cure.

Now she has the cure, but no time.

Angelus is in front of her, smirking, taunting. His hands are cold on her throat and face. She knows what's coming, can feel death getting ready to pounce.

A twist, a crunch, and she's done. The cure dies with her, burns in the remains of the computer, glistens in the shattered pieces of the orb on the floor.

The man Angel was dies with her.

Her chance with Rupert, her hope for a life together, gone in the turn of a head.

Jenny slumps to the floor.

The cure dies with her.

Zombie
Buffy
drabble
prompt was The Cranberries Songs (I chose Zombie)


His head is getting heavy, he can't keep it up any longer. He knows something bad's happening, reaches out for his mom, but there's nothing except the pain at his throat.

His eyes slip shut and the vampire drinking from him let his limp young body drop, tears at his wrist and holds it to the boys mouth.

It's a fight for control. A little boy's soul versus the power of the Anointed One, the full power of the Order of Aurelius brought to bear.

The little boy, Colin, doesn't stand a chance.

From the ashes of the five, the Anointed One has risen.

The Poetic Irony Edda, Circa 1999
Buffy
prompt was Xander/anyone, Odin hanging on the Tree of Knowledge
for comment_fic

( Wounded I hung on wind swept gallows )

What she came for
Buffy/Angel
Origianally a drabble for open_on_sunday, prompt was titles of Franz Ferdinand songs (I choose What She Came For) however this is over a hundred words, and the exact one hundred word version I posted isn't very good. So this is the fic as it was intended.



This is what she came for.

To revel in the violence of being a Slayer. Punches, kicks, a knee to the stomach, to the face.

She's beating up a vamp she lured out of the Bronze.

She's beating up a perv for what's in his wallet, a place to stay.

This is what she came for.

To escape. From her demons, both literal and figurative. To run, always to run, which is the nature of the girl.

She's in Sunnydale to escape the demon that killed her Watcher Oh God, how could she leave her like that? to that?

She's in L.A. to escape Buffy and friends, demons of her own making. She doesn't even know who she is anymore.

This is what she came for.

To atone.

She's turning herself in, she's breaking out of prison to fight Angelus, she's going back to Sunnydale to face the people she's hurt.

This is what Faith came for.

More Than
Buffy/Angel
Drabble
Prompt was title of a Franz Ferdinand song, I choose Bite Hard.



It's the hunt that is in his blood. An urge to carnage, to kill and drink and hurt everyone around him. But he's above such things. There's an artistry to be had in evil. It's more than mindlessness, a primal urge. He's got a talent.

So while all the beast in him wants to do is bite hard, to drink deep, the man in him thinks, plans, plots. The man in him has a thing for convents.

Angelus wants to destroy not only the body of his victims, but the mind and soul too. There's so much more to him than a set of teeth.

An AU where Angel ended in season one
Angel
almost a drabble, (118 words)
prompt was Sun/Son for open_on_sunday

Angel and Doyle stood atop the building. The sky was streaked with reds and oranges and deeping blues.

"Are you sure about this, Angel? You could do a lot of good with a ring like that."

Angel smiled sadly, took one last look as the sun dipped below the horizon then slipped the Ring of Amara from his finger.

He hadn't seen the sun in- fzzt!

Angel exploded into a shower of dust.

Doyle was horrified. He had dead vampire all over his clothes.

"Damn, I must be running fast". He said, looking at his dust covered watch.

With that he picked up the ring, headed to the nearest pawn shop and from there to a bar.

This whole hero thing was a headache.

Original Fic: The End of The World (in 5 steps or less), by amathela
Remix: The End of the World (in 5 steps or less):the dubious remix
for remixthedrabble
drabble


This is how it ends.

Little things. Baby steps.

We start fighting over stupid things like peanut butter. I don't care what Xander says, that peanutbutter was mine.

Lines so carefully entrenched begin to blur. Xanders feeling pretty good under my fists and palms and elbows. Which, whoa, when did he get muscles like that anyway?

Things I swore I'd never do I've done. I've conscripted civilians before, Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia, even Giles should have been left on the sidelines.

But this is different. These people came to me for protection.

I'm putting them on the front lines.

Even if I win, I've lost already.

Original Fic: After 8:30, by malnpudl
Remix: After 8:30 (the kinky old man remix)

I wrote kink! for remixthedrabble, well, not really.



We've been researching for hours. Luckily it's not an apocalypse, just a few evil magicians raising a ruckus (demon).

Wesley is on the love seat, Buffy on the recliner. I'm on the couch. It offers me the best view of the other two.

I've got my favourite pen, green, slim, dangling between my fingers.

Over half a century old. Durable, and interchangeable, just like me.

I watch Wesley and Buffy. Wesley watching my hands, Buffy watching my feet. They've each got their kink.

I love the tension.

I'll invite them back for more tomorrow. We'll see which one breaks first.

Original Fic: A Day at the Hellmouth, by malnpudl
Remix: A Day at the Hellmouth:The hackysack remix for remixthedrabble
Drabble

It was stitched from the hide of the most evil cow, on a depraved stretch of ranchland, sewn by demon hands, and enchanted by dark wizards.

They sent him to the hellmouth. His mission: help bring about the apocalypse.

A heavy burden, for a hackysack.

The boy was supposed to be doing research. Hacky flew from his hands, behind the books needed to solve the current situation.

The boy's dive to catch him scattered them everywhere.

Unfortunately he'd played his hand a little soon, and the British gent brought the boys attention back to study.

From inside the boy's picket Hackey plotted out his next move.

Watcher's Cup II,
Buffy,
drabble,
prompt was Cup

It was his most valued possession when it came to training a Slayer.

It had saved him more than all the books and watcher's diaries and years of training combined.

He could still remember the day, after he and his father had started talking again, after he finally accepted his duty as a Watcher after that unfortunate Ripper business.

His father had taken him aside and handed it to him.

Obviously it wasn't the same one he's using today. This was the fourth or fifth incarnation.

But as Buffy kicked him in the groin again, Giles thanked all the Gods in heaven for his cup.

Watcher's Cup
Drabble
Buffy
prompt was Cup

Faith sat Wesley down in front of the library's lone computer.

"What exactly are we doing?" he inquired, as he tried to stand up again. "We have important thing to do, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to be wasting time-"

"This'll only take a minute" Faith said, as she layed a Slayer-powered hand on his shoulder and shoved him down.

Xander queued up the Youtube video, hit play and stepped back.

From the office Buffy emerged carrying a videocamera.

But Wesley was too horrified by what was onscreen to notice.

"Good God! What are those two girls doing?!?!" He shouted before gagging.

Nuns always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop. It's no wonder you never see any of us walking around. If it's not Angelus wrecking up the convent, it's some yellow eyed jerk who wants to commune with Lucifer.

It used to be you couldn't swing a dead cat without hitting a few Nuns, now we're like unicorns. Practically fairytale creatures. Being rare has done nothing to stop demons from thinking we're the notch-de-resistance on their belt.


Atheism my butt. It's not secular humanism scaring off new recruits from the priesthood and nunnery. It's that damn Joss Whedon and those Winchester boys.

Everything Must Go!
Buffy,
drabble
prompt:sale, for open_on_sunday

She'd bought it on sale.

He'd recognized her and given her a discount.

She'd laugh if the pain in her head, the stitch in her side weren't so bad. She'd laugh if she wasn't about to die.

She was just the girlfriend (in the refridgerater!) -damn it. This was not the time for her popculture feminist to pop it's head out for a lecture.

If she was a better magic user- but no, magic is what got her into this mess.

Stupid spell, stupid lies that got her into this.

Jenny kept running.

She'd bought the orb on sale. How apt. This was a cheap death.

The Devil's Due
Cracktastic fic, Xover with Reaper (from Fandom of One list) and Supernatural, with shout outs to Angelus(on Buffy), Spike, Firefly, Harry Potter, Whoverse, and Dollhouse (fandoms younger than one year).
for writercon100
as many fandoms as possible in 100 words.


"What's this?" asked Sam, as the Devil passed him a paper.

"It's your list of souls, Sammie Boy" the Devil smiled.

"Uh, yeah, whatever buddy, you've got the wrong guy" said Dean, as he shot Sam a look.

"Voldermort, Angelus, Spike, the Deleks.... aren't these-"

"the worst damned ever to escape hell, Sammie. You don't want their evil in the world do you?"

"Joss Whedon is on this list" Sam said.

"Isn't that the Firefly, Buffy guy? those chicks were hot" Dean said, lost in dirty thoughts.

"Have you seen Dollhouse? Nuff said" the Devil replied.

"well, we can at least check into it," Sam suggested.

Like a Shakespearean Tragedy,
Buffy
drabble for open_on_sunday
prompt:dash


A brave vessel, who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces."
-The Tempest. Act I, Scene II.

They'd sent her home in a box.

His baby. His Slayer. Now broken.

She'd never known that he'd loved her like a daughter. He kept to Watcher protocol, to a fault. He'd spent her entire life acting as though she were nothing more than a container for something greater.

It must have been a terrible childhood. To grow up and know only training, duty, and obligation.

She'd been more than he could have ever hoped for.

Sam Zabuto just wished he'd told Kendra that before she'd died.