Narnia

DA Fic - O is for OMG

candycentric — Sun, 22 Dec 2013 22:26:28 GMT

Title: O is for OMG
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing/Characters: Alec/Max
Rating: PG
Type: Drabble
Prompt: O
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: not a one
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: Text message conversation: "Eww. And now ur hitting on yourself. - Max."

*****

Hey u awake? - Alec

No. - Max

Oh. - Alec

So, who am I talking to? - Alec

Urself. - Max

I'm texting and replying to myself? - Alec

Apparently. - Max

Damn, I'm skilled.- Alec

Insert eye roll here. - Max

I'd rather insert something else there. :wink, wink: - Alec

Eww. And now ur hitting on yourself. - Max

Jealous? I know how much you enjoy looking for excuses to touch this sexy piece of man meat. - Alec

Man meat? R u for real? - Max

Can"t handle the hotness? Better step back from this hunk of burning desire. I might accidentally get my throbbing sword stuck in ur secret ocean of devotion. - Alec

. . .

. . .

I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!! STAY OUT OF MY LOCKER!!!! - Max

But I'm just getting to the good parts. Besides, you know Max, they say women who read these trashy romance novels are generally very sexually frustrated. Maybe that's something I can help you with? U know, being a good friend and all? :-) -Alec

As soon as I get there, u r going to die a slow, agonizing, painful death. You will wish you were never born. You will beg me to put you out of your misery. - Max

Sounds kinky. I anxiously await your return. With book in hand. - Alec

Grrrrrrrrrr. - Max

Meow! - Alec

OMG, You did not just go there. - Max

Fin.

*****

DA Fic - Christening - M/A - R

candycentric — Sun, 18 Aug 2013 14:33:00 GMT

Title: Christening
Author: candycentric - AKA Cc
Pairing: Max/Alec,
Rating: R (a soft one at that)
Type: one-shot
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there was massive amounts of cold medicine involved when I wrote this. So, yeah. . .
Prompt: Kitchen sex. Duh.
Word Count: 971
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend.
Author's Name: Could not for the life of me think of a title for this. Also, I'm serious about the cold medicine. Prepare yourselves. And Logan lovers, I'm sorry, it just popped out.

Summary: "It’s less of an avoidance to romp on Alec's five hundred thread count sheets and more of a rarely make it all the way to the bedroom type of issue."

Alec and Max rarely fuck in bed.

It’s less of an avoidance to romp on Alec's five hundred thread count sheets and more of a rarely make it all the way to the bedroom type of issue.

The bathroom tends to get a lot of action. More specifically, the shower area of the small room. It usually begins from a chain reaction of certain events. When one begins losing articles of clothing – whether it be for bathing purposes or getting a better look at a brand new and still shiny gunshot-slash-stabbing-slash-blunt-trauma-to-the-head-wound – the other generally tended to follow.

And then so did the pants.

The wide ledge around the tub (to hold up a leg, or two) and the nifty reinforced shower head pipe (a grip for Max’s hands, most often) makes for unusually long showers and more than satisfied users.

That’s not to say that the rest of the bathroom gets altogether ignored. On more than one occasion Max had been standing in front of the mirror doing something mindless like washing her face or brushing her hair, when Alec had come in and changed the game plan by pulling her panties straight down, plopping her on the counter, dropping to his knees and diving in.

The first time this happens she’s sure the world has tilted off it’s axis and is spinning wildly out of control, until her brain catches up to her hands which are simultaneously gripping the edge of her precarious seat and clutching Alec’s hair in a desperate attempt to keep him right. The fuck. There.

The second time does not end nearly as well when she almost breaks an ankle off after attempting to prop a foot on the extremely NOT closed toilet lid. It’s two weeks later before everything is totally healed and two months later before a third time is attempted, which goes smoothly, much to her ankle’s relief.

It becomes a unspoken rule that the seat remain down at all times.

- - -

All sorts of unsavory behaviors end up happening on the sofa.

The most common is that she gets bent over it. A lot.

He likes to say that it’s because it puts her at the perfect height (which it does) and that he can’t get enough of watching her backside jiggle (also true) but Max thinks there’s more to this favorite position that may have to do with the forty two inch flat screen sitting in front of said sitting device. It takes her a while to notice that her ass usually ends up waving in the air when a football game is on after trying to get some quality snuggle action from him. Her suspicions are further reinforced when he yells a particularly loud and odd timed ‘fuck yeah!’ while he’s balls deep in her that so happens to coincide with a touchdown just made by his team. He pauses when she cranes her head around with a ‘did that just happen’ look, before replying with a half-grin, shrugging his shoulders and a new found zeal to make her forget her own name.

And the fact that yes, apparently that did just happen.

Max intends to yell about it later (when she's not getting rammed six ways 'til Tuesday) but he has become a master at the art of distraction and it just gets ignored until next time.

- - -

Now the kitchen, the kitchen is definitely where shit goes down the most. Or up, that is, depending on how you want to look at it.

It didn't take Alec long to come to the conclusion that for all of his mate's beauty, brains and breasts, the chick couldn't cook worth a god damn motherfucker.

And that's putting it mildly.

No, seriously, who else can ruin a can of Campbell’s Chicken & Stars?

He was forced to take matters into his own hands before the situation grew to out-of-hand proportions. In practically no time at all, they went from Chef Boyardee to Chef Alec's Grilled Chicken, Pot Pie, Meat Loaf and the occasional New York Strip.

Max is thrilled. She has never eaten so good and continually bestows him with her own special brand of appreciation, afraid that the delicious entrees might somehow disappear from her daily enjoyments.

Cue blowjobs in the kitchen.

What else could a guy ask for?

Pouty lips? Check. Nice rack? Check. Cigarette burn eyes? Another check. An ass tighter and rounder than the wheel’s on Logan’s chair? Triple check.

She is his perfect woman. May might not be perfect, but she is perfect for him. And the head she so willingly gives – that she pretends is only in exchange for the provision of his culinary skills – is damn near perfect as well. The right amount of tongue and lips and hands and teeth grazing and it’s all so much more than he ever thought he could have.

She is so much more.

Just as he is it for her. Alec, in all his entirety, is her end game. And she’s living her own special brand of paradise each second of each day. Because no matter what shit she has to battle past these walls of brick and two-by-fours, she can make it. She can beat it. Because at the end of the day she’s heading right back home to him.

So she gets down on her knees to worship at his altar and gives her mouth as a living, breathing sacrifice.

While he holds the back of her head, pulling her in every time she gets too far away. It is constant battle, since he believes she could never be too close.

Sometimes he wishes he could shrink Max down and surgically implant her in his heart. To keep her with him always.

But it wouldn’t really matter, because she’s already there.

---

Fin.

candycentric — Mon, 05 Aug 2013 01:24:56 GMT

I just read a terrific 50 Shades of Grey fanfic. So, lets break this down for a second.

I just read a fic (Fifty Shades Older), based off a book (Fifty Shades of Grey), adapted from another fanfic (Master of the Universe), based off a movie (Twilight), adapted from a book (Twilight).

You still with me there?

DA Fic - There's A Hole In Your Soul - PG

candycentric — Sun, 28 Jul 2013 21:01:25 GMT

Title: There's A Hole In Your Soul
Author: candycentric - AKA Cc
Pairing: Alec/Other, Max/Alec,
Rating: PG? ish?
Type: one-shot, for now
Warnings: Eh, this is sorta bleak, I'll be honest. Not my usual crack! or feel good fic.
Prompt: Like the majority of the fic ideas lately, this one, too, came from a song. However, by the time I got around to putting it to paper I forgot what song gave me the idea! I liked this line from a Depeche Mode song and thought it might work instead.
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this. 'A Pain That I'm Used To' is also not mine and belongs to Depeche Mode.

A/N: Wrote this a while back. I kind of have a picture of what world this might belong in, but you know me. Don't hold your breath for anything else. But, you never know...

Summary: There's something wrong with him, but it's okay. There's something wrong with her, too. Maybe that's why they can't stay away from each other

*-*

"We've got an Eyes Only gig on the outskirts of town tonight."

He's says this as he's stuffing clean socks and a black t-shirt in an overnight bag, with his back turned to Kayla. That's how most of their conversations tend to go.

She doesn't ask who 'we' is, she doesn't have to.  Alec pretends not to think about this in too much detail.

"I've got my six month check up tomorrow at noon. You missed the last appointment. I know your really busy and all, but I'd really like it if you could come."

Her face tells him she is in fact hopeful he will be there, but that hope is overshadowed by doubt.

His face shows nothing.

Inwardly however, he winces, remembering exactly what and who he was doing while she was sitting alone in the clinic waiting for him to show.   This bothers him, he'd be lying if he said it didn't, but he can't say he altogether regrets it either. It was some of the best sex of his entire existence. And it had nothing to do with the mother of his unborn child.

There's a special spot in hell reserved for people just like him, he's sure of it. Of course, there's a special spot reserved for people like Max as well. He can't help but realize that at least they'll each have someone to keep them company for an eternity of no doubt rightly deserved pain and suffering.

"I'll be there."  Alec assures her, making a mental note to actually try this time. "I've got my cell if there's an emergency, otherwise we'll probably be on silent mode."

She smiles at him and he tries to return it but can't quite make it reach his eyes. She pretends not to notice and grabs him before he can flee out the door. It's the most contact they've had in three days.

"Be careful, Alec"

He readjusts the backpack up higher on his shoulder, wishing she would just leave him be while knowing how much of an ass that makes him.

"Always"

And he's gone again.

*-*

Fin.

DA Fic - N is for Nekkid

candycentric — Mon, 22 Jul 2013 03:30:22 GMT

Title: N is for Nekkid
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing/Characters: Alec/OFC (background), Max/Alec friendship
Rating: PG
Type: Drabble
Prompt: N
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: not a one
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: "Max, it's not what it looks like. . ."

*****

She's always thought of herself as a reasonable person. Sure, she lost her temper at times and had made the mistake of judging things and even people on occasion by their covers, but really, who didn't?

She liked to think that if someone was to come to her, confess they had made a mistake that was quite possibly a pretty huge - and no doubt stupid - friggin' mistake, that she would try to put herself in thier shoes, then calmly and rationally help them come up with a solution. No judgment.

This was very much not one of those times.

"Max, it's not what it looks like. I swear to God! Just let me explain!"

"So, you're telling me you didn't go against Logan's specific instructions not to flirt, seduce and sleep with the mob bosses daugther?"

"Well-"

"And you didn't get caught in his bed groping his daughter at his birthday party when you were supposed to be doing recon for the heist next week?"

"But-"

"And he didn't drag you out here and chain you to this wall beneath a Syphillis ad poster butt naked after writing 'E.D. SURVIVOR - Ask me how!' on your chest?"

"Okay. . . maybe it is what it looks like. But Max, you gotta help me!"

Oh she would, of course. But that didn't mean it had to be right away or anything.

Strangely enough, the view was. . . kind of nice. What was up with that?

Fin.

*****

DA Fic - M is for Mirrors - R

candycentric — Sun, 07 Jul 2013 23:25:12 GMT

OMG I'm not actually dead. Who knew? Have next one done as well. Will post in a couple days...

Title: M is for Mirrors
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing/Characters: Max/unknown male, Max/??
Rating: R
Type: Drabble
Prompt: M
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: Dirty words, Dirty Max, Smutty like woah!
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: "She knows this isn't normal. She's never been normal."

*****

She knows this isn't how it's supposed to be

She knows this isn't normal

She's never been normal

So maybe it is

Maybe there's a perfectly justifiable reason that she leaves his bed every time

In the middle of the night

Two hours after

He loved her

And licked her

And fucked her

And made her scream

And cream

To come out here and look at the naked woman in this room

Bare

And glistening

And also freshly fucked

Maybe it's okay to watch the woman touch her flesh

And close her eyes as her hand disappears between her still wet thighs

She knows she shouldn't look

She knows she has to end this

Whatever this is

She should go get back in bed with him

But there's something about this woman

A quality

A mark

A perversion

That she just can't

Not

Watch

.

Fin.

*****

So, no clue where this came from. Yeah. But, I'm kinda proud of it...

We Never Change by Coldplay

candycentric — Sun, 28 Apr 2013 17:57:21 GMT

I wanna live life and never be cruel
And I wanna live life and be good to you
And I wanna fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around

We never change, do we? No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house

I wanna live life and always be true
And I wanna live life and be good to you
And I wanna fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around

We never change, do we? No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy

Oh, and I don't have a soul to save
Yes and I sin every single day

We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?
So I wanna live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I wanna live where the sun comes out

Read more: COLDPLAY - WE NEVER CHANGE LYRICS

DA Fic - L is for . . . - MA - PG

candycentric — Sat, 20 Apr 2013 16:20:11 GMT

Title: (. . .)
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing/Characters: Max/Alec
Rating: PG13
Type: Drabble
Prompt: L
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: uh, sexual undertones & innuendo??
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: "Max & Alec are roomates. He's always trying to get her to touch it. She always says no, until one day. . ."

*****

"Alec, I'm telling you right now. If you know what's good for you, you'll put that thing away and never get it out in my presence again."

"Awe, it's alright."

"The hell it is! I mean it, get back."

"Don't you want a closer look."

"What?! No! I'm not getting any closer to it. I can see more than I want to over here. Now put it away."

"Are you sure you don't want to see it? I think it wants to see you. . ."

". . . It does?"

"Of course it does! He likes girls. But little Wilbur here really seems to like you."

blink.

". . . You named it Little Wilbur? Are you serious?"

"What's wrong with Little Wilbur? I think it's a fine name for a fine specimen."

"If you say so." sigh. "Fine bring it over here and I'll take a look at it if it's such a big deal to you."

"You wont regret this Maxie, I swear. Alright, come on little Wilbur, lets go say hi to the pretty lady. . ."

"OhMyGod!"

"What? What's wrong?"

"It's huge!"

"Oh yeah, he's a bit bigger than your average. You've never seen one this big before?"

"Well, it's been a while since I've seen one this up close and personal."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Hey, why did it all curl up on itself like that? Is something wrong with it?"

"Nah, you just scared it a bit when you screamed so loud. If you touch a bit it will go straight again."

"Touch it? I don't think so. . ."

"Where there's tough girl hiding? It's not a snake. It ain't gonna bite you."

"Eh"

"Just use your finger and stroke it along the ridge there. Here, like this. Now you try."

"Eww! It's slimy!"

"It is not! It's just a little wet is all."

"Is this okay?"

"That's great. Not so hard now, there you go, that's better. Yeah. That's perfect. See? He likes it when you pet him."

"Huh. You know, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. The little guy is so ugly it's almost kind of cute."

"Cute? That's insulting! He's not cute, he's awesome or amazing or, or, or manly!"

"Manly?"

"Yeah, manly!"

"Right. Anyway. We need to get going. Put him back wherever you keep him and grab your stuff. We're going to be late for class."

"Fine. Come on Little Wilbur, time to go. And I don't care what the mean lady says, you're not ugly in the least."

"Ugh. How did I get stuck with the only Transgenic who keeps a pet leech?"

"Guess that's a miracle we'll never know. . ."

Fin.

*****

A/N - L is for. . . Leech! Yep, totally went there ;)

DA Fic - K is for Killer - PG13 - Ben

candycentric — Sun, 07 Apr 2013 22:52:14 GMT

Title: Killer
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing/Characters: Ben
Rating: PG13
Type: Drabble
Prompt: K
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: kinda dark
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: "We remember everything. Every. Single. Detail."

*****

People often talk about how it's the little things they remember best.

A smell. A touch. A color. A feeling.

Transgenics don't get that luxury. We remember everything. Every. Single. Detail.

All in Hi-Def living, breathing, color.

I'm sure they - the humans - would be jealous if they knew this was possible. Dumb humans.

Sure, if I had a mother, then maybe I would have that perfect memory of being pushed on the swing set on a beautiful summer day. I would recall the exact shade of green that the grass was and how sot it felt on my feet, I would remember the sweet, tangy, smoky smell of the neighbor's bar-b-cue and the deep richness of his laughter as his friends stood around and told jokes.

But none of that ever happened.

Instead I remember with perfect clarity the sight of my terrified brother as he was dragged away by the guards, fighting as best he could in his mid-seizure state. I remember the exact pink color of the twisted pink bracelet I had given my sister from the thread I had found in the outside yard, and the near death beating she had received for wearing it. I remember the warm, coppery smell from the blood of my first unwanted kill and the aftertaste from my vomit mere moments later. I remember each detail from every horrible moment of my existence.

My Transgenic brothers and sisters all wonder why I'm crazy.

All I wonder is, why arn't they?

Fin.

Song Fics: Round 1

candycentric — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 00:13:34 GMT

Give me up to 3 songs - as random as possible - in a comment below. Let me know if you prefer Twilight or Dark Angel. Extra points if any of the songs are more than ten years old.

RULES: 1) No straight love ballads, please. 2) Songs must have lyrics - in English! - and be easily found on the internet.

Apparently this place is dead as a door nail smalls.

DA Fic - J is for January - M/A - PG

candycentric — Wed, 06 Mar 2013 21:43:41 GMT

Title: January
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing: Max/Alec Rating: PG
Type: Drabble Prompt: J
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: none
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: "Well, you see Maxie, it's like this. Boys and girls are made with different parts. . ."

*****

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

"That. Below your waist and above your knees?"

smirk.

"Well, you see Maxie, it's like this. Boys and girls are made with different parts. . ."

slap.

"Not that you idiot! The crap you're wearing!"

"Uh, my shorts?"

"Obviously."

"Well, they're a clothing item commonly referred to as shorts." eye roll.

"And why are you wearing shorts?"

...

"To cover up the other thing below my waist and above my knees that shall not be named?"

slap. "Stop slapping me woman! You know how turned on I get by violence."

"My God, you're hopeless. It's January!"

"What? Since when? Why didn't anyone tell me? Quick! Sound the alarm!"

attempted slap.

"Ah-ah-ah, Maxie." finger wiggle. "That's enough of that."

"Who wears shorts in january?"

"It's not that bad. The sun is shining and there's barely any wind."

"Not that bad out? It's snowing!"

"Pfft. This crap barely classifies. Besides, if you really feel like arguing it's your fault I'm wearing these."

"My fault? I didn't tell you to wear those."

"You gave me no choice in the matter."

. . . "Huh?"

"If I recall right, this was your week for laundry."

"God forbid you do laundry two weeks in a row. Oh, the horror."

"If you will further recall, I was attempting to do said laundry when you ambushed me."

"Ambushed? Delusional, thy name is Alec."

"Oh Alec, i need you, you're so hot, you're so big, oh yes, right there, faster, harder, oh ohh OHHHhhh!"

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"I do NOT sound like that!"

"Yes dear."

"I don't!"

"Either way, i think we can safely conclude that it's entirely your fault I'm standing out here with you freezing my balls off in these shorts in the middle of a freaking January snowstorm"

"Oh shut up you big baby. Besides, it's barely snowing."

.

Fin. ^_^

Twilight Fic Recs

candycentric — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 23:48:37 GMT

Unless, otherwise noted, these are ALL-HUMAN fics.

SUMMER OF SALT by lola-pops - M - Damn. No offense meant but this fic? Is. Some. Good. Shit. Like damn. The heat wave lingers. Sweet, savory and slick. Jasper, Rose and I wade through the humid days, content in our relative isolation. We spend June through August at our family lake property, and this summer is like any other. Until it's not. 88,000 words

WE WERE HERE by lola-pops - M This fic? Also some. Good. Shit. Upon waking, there's a brief, blissful period in which you don't yet recall the sins of the night before, but eventually, you have to open your eyes. I'm Bella Swan, seventeen years old, cheerleader. This morning I woke up in the wrong bed. 95,000 words

LOCKERSECKS AND CANDY by Kassiah - M - One-shot. Edward's been gone from school a few days, comes back to find Bella in a cheerleading outfit. HOT SEX up against a locker DURING school ensues. OMG this was awesome. 4,500 words

UNEXPECTED CIRCUMSTANCES by sAVAGE7289 - M - Ever picture Edward as a Knight back in the medieval times? Yeah, me neither. But turns, he's really freaking good at it. When a knight from another kingdom wins his choice of bride, he claims the handmaid instead of the princess. Isabella finds herself married and tossed into the middle of political schemes. What happens when she can't give him the one thing he must have?

HIDE & DRINK by SAVAGE7289 - M - This is the ONLY Vamp!Edward fic I have EVER read. I took a chance, because the authors is one of the most AWESOME storytellers I've ever read. It's so worth it. Not you average sissified vampire people. Bella's blood was just too tempting to be ignored. While Edward drags her around the world, barely keeping a step ahead of his frantic family, Bella battles the monster for possession of the gentler vampire inside her captor.

OFFSIDE by SAVAGE7289 - M - And SoccerWard is born! Edward's the star keeper for the Forks High School soccer team, and is already being scouted by leagues overseas. Bella's just moved from Phoenix and interferes with his…focus

Random & 50 Shades of Grey Text Icons

candycentric — Sat, 23 Feb 2013 23:54:41 GMT

[6] Stock Icons - lips
[21] Text icons - random
[35] Text Icons - 50 shades of grey

RULES: Credit. Comment. Hotlinkers suck and all that jazz.
NOTES: I think I saw a mis-spell somewhere, but now I can't seem to find it...

TEASERS:

Here they be!!

Come join in the fun!

candycentric — Sun, 17 Feb 2013 16:19:16 GMT

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Fic Recs: BTVS - Spuffy

candycentric — Fri, 08 Feb 2013 23:59:55 GMT

Looking for something to pass the time? The following is a (incomplete) list of some of the best Spike/Buffy fanfiction out there in the BTVS fandom. Also, just as a warning most of these will be rated NC17. Unless otherwise noted, these are all complete.

BRAVE NEW WORLD by James M. Fan - NC17 - This story rocked my world way back when. No Joke. Buffy steps through a portal and when she steps back out, her entire world is turned upside down. What felt like minutes to her, was decades for the rest of the world. The slayers have been disbanded, Vampires are legal citizens and she's suddenly on trial for her life. Technically, it's a WIP at 59 chapters, but there would have been only one or two more chapters to 'wrap up a couple loose ends' - meaning it's pretty much complete and well worth the read. Basically, a frigging amazing story, absolutely brimming with angst. My kind of story and VERY different than most BTVS fics out there :)

POSESSION by IceMink. NC17 - When Spike losses in a high stakes poker game he ends up in a demon slave market, where a mysterious human girl purchases him.

Because he Needs Me by DreamsofSpike - NC17 - Season Six, Post Entropy...After Spike's encounter with Anya in the Magic Box, Buffy's not sure if she can forgive him for the hurt that she feels -- until he shows up at her door, needing her more than he ever has before...where do a Slayer with iron walls around her thrice-broken heart, and a wounded, desperate vampire go from here? Who's really to blame -- for what's happened to Spike, and for what's happened between them? And somewhere, in the midst of it all -- can the two of them find forgiveness, and the love that they both need so desperately?

BLOOD BOUND by DreamsofSpike - NC17 - Early Season Four, immediately after Spike is chipped, Giles finds an ancient ritual that could solve their problem of what to do with the not-so-harmless vampire...but Buffy ends up getting a bit more than she bargained for in the process.

VICES OF MY BLOOD by Tami - NC17 - Season: Two - Pairings: Spike/Buffy; Angelus/Drusilla - Desperate to keep his grand childe out of his hair Angelus turns to an unlikely source for help, hoping to distract the slayer long enough to bring hell on earth, Angelus kidnaps her to take care of a paralyzed Spike, but little does he know the sparks are flying and his biggest two pains in his ass are forming a formidable team against him. Find it HERE.

WE ALL FADE AWAY by Megan - NC17 - Post NFA. Buffy stumbles upon the fight in LA by accident and the pain of it has her making realisations that have been a long time coming. What will she do now that she knows Spike came back and didn't tell her? Heavy angst, but a happy ending.

ALL OUR YESTERDAYS by Evenstar - NC17 - The First Evil was not defeated, but as time passed it seems it also did not vanquish the Earth. Now, in a post-Apocalyptic world only three Scoobies remain and are following a Slayer's dream to possible salvation. Post-Season 7 A/U. AMAZING fic w/ a completely original storyline.

THE CUT by Denny - NC17 - WIP - Buffy and Spike find the meaning of love amidst the terror of a monster neither knows how to fight. Canon through BtVS Season Five and elements of the first two or so episodes of Season Six are used, but not completely. Then it's AU to the extreme. For example, Dawn is 16 when my story begins. Pairings: Spike/Buffy; Dawn/Other; Spike & Dawn.

HEARTS DON'T LIE - NC17 - This is the sequel to Saber Shadowkitten's HUMPING LIKE BUNNIES. (in which Willow's spell goes haywire & leaves Spike & Buffy a bit fluffy & floppy eared) In Hearts Don't Lie, we see the consequences of non-stop bunny humping in the lovely, fluffly (in more ways than one) li'l tale. In nothing else, you gotta check out chapter 13.

100 YEARS OF SOLITUDE by Isabelle - NC17 - Series set 100 yrs after "the gift", Season five finale. This is part AU and futuristic. Spike has been alive for 100 hundred years after Buffy's death. Whistler comes to him to let him know that Buffy has been summoned to fight a knew evil, therefore she will be brought back to life and needs a "guide". When Buffy wakes she finds that the only one to cling to is the only person that has survived since the time she was alive. This is a B/S fiction.

INNOCENCE FOUND by Spike's Heart - Still going through the motions of everyday life and slayage, Buffy and Spike come across a demon that changes their very existence. Cute & fluffy!

THE RAGE OF ANGEL by Jolynn - NC17 - Angelus finds Buffy four years after she sent him to hell. They haven't seen each other since that fateful night and he is not in a forgiving mood. Her betrayl and her relationship with Spike have sent him on a path for revenge. Can Spike save Buffy before Angelus breaks her? Can he resit his blood ties to his Sire for the woman he so desperately loves? Very angsty!

PARADISE LOST by Belladonnaroses - NC17 - Done in 2nd POV, but don't let that stop you from reading! It's written VERY well. Right after Buffy sends Angel to hell and Dru runs off on Spike, the two scorned lovers to each other for a bit of cold comfort, but soon find a growing bond.

SOMETHING WICKED by Roxanna - NC17 - Buffy has an encounter with a demon, and…well, things happen.

IMPOSSIBLY DELIGHTFUL FLESH by Sabdhyl - NC17 - The Scoobies have a small accident that leads to some major changes in their lives. VERY smutty and VERY hot!

SUM OF HER PARTS - NC17 - The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. This is all Kantayra’s fault. At the end of her most excellent Double Spiked, she issued this throw away challenge: “OK, I know there are other B/S writers out there who have read this. And I think someone really has to write a S/B/B fic some day. After all, how fair is it that Buffy gets two Spikes, but Spike never gets two Buffys?”

THE WEIGHT OF LOVE by Chelle - NC17 - Buffy isn't coping with life after Sunnydale very well and things get worse when she finds out that her past isn't as dead and buried as she thought.

THE WEIGHT OF FOREVER by Chelle - NC17 - The sequel to the Weight of Love. Buffy and Spike work together at Wolfram and Hart, but something out of their control threatens to destroy the life they worked so hard to build.

ADIEU, A DEW, I DO by Lizerrrbeathan - NC17 - AU/ Seven years post Chosen Willem is sequestered hidden deep in Newcastle upon the Tyne, UK. It's one of the best characterized, most entertaining, funniest, saddest & finally happiest fics i've ver read. The author has got to be a truly amazing person to make that kind of symphony out of mere words. It's takes a couple chapters to get the flow going & the punctuation is severely lacking for the first third of the story, but it is so, amazingly, worth the read. Even if your not a Spuffy shipper, I can't imagine you not gaining some type of enjoymtnt from this story. There's a couple pretty harsh (and I do mean harsh) bumps along the way, but in the end it's truly a 'feel good' fic, and as the saying goes, love will find a way...

If anyone is interested in this and would like me to continue to post more, let me know. Besides Dark Angel, my fandoms are BTVS, Vampire Diaries, Hunger Games, Kingdom Hearts and Gilmore Girls. Interesting combination, huh?

Fan girl moment

candycentric — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 19:06:07 GMT

Generally, when people ask me what my favorite musician/band is, they tend to not agree with the answer. I get an 'Oh" or "really?" or my personal favorite, "why?". I like many types of music. At the top of my list reside Jack Johnson, Coldplay, Dido, Garth Brooks, The Ramones, The Beatles and mny others.

However, my real true love? Jack White.

I know, I know. You're saying to yourself "eww, that guy? He's wierd and has a girly voice and totally pasty skinned."

All of those things are true. Yes. But oh my friggin god the guy is a musical genius.

I adore how he looks in this video. Watching it makes me want to step into the shadows with him and his guitar. I want to scrape my mails down his tassel jacketed back, lick the side of his black eye-lined face, wrap myself around his plaid covered legs and suck the talent out of those beautiful man ringed fingertips.

Is that odd? Maybe it's just me. . .

DA Fic - I is for Ice - M/A - PG

candycentric — Mon, 31 Dec 2012 23:42:27 GMT

Title: Ice
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing: Max/Alec
Rating: PG
Type: Drabble
Prompt: I
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings:
Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :) This word prompt was given to me by Rachet, a reviewer from Fanfiction.net.

Summary: "Dear God how he wanted to be a piece of ice in that moment."

*****

"She's doing that on purpose you do realize, right?" Mole whispers this in his ear. Well, Alec is sure Mole was aiming for the softer volume of a whisper, though it didn't quite pan out. Thankfully Max is busy barking out orders to the newbies that had just shown up last night, because otherwise she would have caught on that two of her Lieutenants were most definitely talking about her less than twenty feet away.

Alec raises a single eyebrow in question.

Mole clarifies. "The thing with the ice cube?"

Ah. Yes. The ice cube.

Alec, Mole and two others had been going over some schematics earlier for a medicine supply raid they were planning, when he suddenly got the funny feeling he was being watched. He had looked up to a seemingly empty room, but movement outside the window had caught his eye. They were having a sweltering heat wave, yet Max was leaning against the building next door with her head back and her eyes closed, one hand holding a plastic cup. The other hand however, was holding a single ice cube, sliding it oh so slowly back and forth just below her collarbone. He had watched as it had begun to melt, causing small droplets of water to gently travel down the top swell of her breasts and disappear into her cleavage.

Dear God how he wanted to be a piece of ice in that moment.

Someone had broken his attention with a question and when he had looked back mere seconds later, she was gone.

"You think so?" Alec wasn't so sure about this. If it had been another girl, sure, but Max? Not her style.

Mole grins around his cigar and claps on the back. "Trust me buddy, she could have been enjoying the air inside. Unless you think she was putting on that show for me?"

Alec nods, not taking his eyes off Max. "Interesting."

Fin.

Author's Note - I was experimenting with a different writing style with this one, please let me know what you think of it. Thanks! - Cc

MUST, MUST, MUST READ

candycentric — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 23:08:28 GMT

Well, I've just finished the most amazing story and simply have to encourage you to go check it out. A few years back I got into reading at FictionPress and found some pretty decent things there. Of course, I've been away from all things online for a good while & have been recently re-discovering some of the old & new gems. I'm going to make a post with a lot more recs in the near future, but for now this story deserves it's own pimpage - it's that good.

The basic summary is a girl, Rox, wakes up in a very naked Elliot Sinclair's bed. Now, here's the fun part, not only does she not remember how she got there (he does & wont tell her) but, Rox & her mum used to work at his parents place - as housekeeping. Her mother still does work there in fact. This is the spoiled rich boy who made her live a living hell growing up, so the fact that they obviously had sex the night before is simply abhorent to her. Soon tho, we finds there's much more going on than them randomly getting drunk & in bed together, that not all is as it seems and that Elliot is hiding a very big secret.

This story is Laugh-Out-Loud hilarious. I would love to get to know the author, she must be a hoot. Don't believe me? Here's a few samples from only the first couple of chapters:

"We didn't have sex," I repeated, but he just snorted unattractively and then said, his voice muffled by the pillow,

"The condom wrapper stuck to your foot suggests otherwise."

Now, here was a dilemma. It would be so like Elliot to make up something like that just to make me look so he could have a good laugh at my expense. Then again, if there was a condom wrapper stuck to my foot...

I swallowed my pride and took a peek.

Yep, there it was.

This is the bit where Elliot's friend wants him to meet his new girl Abi. Of course, Abi brings her best friend as well. . .

"The friend, what's her name?" He asked.

"I can't remember, Anna, Anne, something like that," Jonah said vaguely, having caught sight of his girl and immediately seeming to drop about 50 intelligence points.

"Anne, as in Roxanne?" Elliot suggested and his mate shrugged.

"I guess...oh shit." He finally followed the line of Elliot's gaze and his face went slack with surprise.

"You remember that 'don't sleep with the friend' thing?" Elliot said slowly.

"Yeah," Jonah replied flatly.

Elliot clapped a hand on the rugby player's massive shoulder and grinned, "My friend, I think you'll find the ship has already well and truly sailed on that voyage."

So everyone, run (don't walk) and please read Saving From Monkey by Star123. I promise you it will be a riot.

candycentric — Thu, 27 Dec 2012 00:39:52 GMT

Added 3 more animations on the sidebar. Is anyone else having a problem NOT watching the Jensen one? Cuz, I can't stop staring and totally feel like a perve.

SQUEEEE!!!

candycentric — Thu, 27 Dec 2012 00:14:58 GMT

Okay, so there was a Dark Angel fic challenge going on very recently at jam_pony_fic nd I dropped off a few wishes not really expecting anyone to answer, BUT!!!!!

Someone did! YAY! tattooeddevil id drabbles on all the fic prompts and they are oh so lovely. Please, please go read them and drop her a note of review. I command you! :) In case you're womdering, the prompts I gave are:

A Joshua. When you're online, no one knows you’re a dog.
B) Ode to a smirk. (About Alec, duh)
C) Any place. Anytime. Anywhere.
D) Sex club. "You want this".
E) Transgenic perks? They can hold their breath for a really long time.

You can find all five drabbles HERE.

candycentric — Tue, 25 Dec 2012 23:49:07 GMT

So, I did some re-vamping to my LJ page. Not totally happy with it, but I don't have time to fix it up myself how I would like to, plus my only computer I can do graphic stuff on isn't connected to the internet, so....

Oh well, at least this one is okay for now. Be sure to notice the OMG he's so effing sexy Ian annimations on the side. :drools:

candycentric - candycentric - candycentric
candycentric - candycentric - candycentric
candycentric - candycentric - candycentric

Will add some other pretty animation buys when I have more time.

"Parker, did your mother really leave you alone while you're sick?" Lauren asks, looking like she could totally beat up my mom with her soup ladle right now.

I nod and blow my nose loudly, looking in the tissue at my boogers before making a face and throwing it out.

Alex stares at me in disgust. "Did you seriously just look in the tissue?" he asks, wrinkling his nose. "Gross."

"What, you never wonder what the stuff that comes out of your nose looks like?" I say defensively. "What kind of a boy are you?"

Come on, you totally know you've done that! lol

DA Fic - H is for Handcuffs - M/A - PG13/R

candycentric — Mon, 17 Dec 2012 01:09:02 GMT

Title: Handcuffs
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing: Max/Alec
Rating: PG13/R
Type: Drabble
Prompt: H
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Warnings: D/S relationship, if that bothers you.

Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: "And it was just what she needed."

*****

The metal was cold and harsh and unforgiving against her soft skin. And it was just what she needed. Something to send a shock to her system and remind her she was more than just the leader of an entire nation, that she was a flesh and blood woman.

Max thought back to the first time they had done something like this, how long it taken Alec to respond after the shock of realizing just exactly what it was she had just proposed to him. How easily he slipped into the role assigned to him, and she to hers. No one else knew, no one else could possibly understand how theraputic this was for her, except for him. She knew Alec was the only one she would ever trust to let see her like this. If someone was to find out she let herself be dominated by a male to this extent, even if only sexually, the results would be, disastrous. For everyone.

"Max!" Alec barked, and her attention was immediately snapped back to the present. "On your knees."

She fought the urge to smile.

"Yes Sir."

Fin.

Author's Note: Something like this has been in my mind for. . . years. I love, love Max's strength of character, but I can't help but wonder what a D/S relationship would be like in this fandom. I wish someone would write it for me!

DA Fic - G is for Gentle - M/A - PG

candycentric — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 23:27:03 GMT

Title: Gentle
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing: Max/Alec, Biggs/Cece
Rating: PG
Type: Drabble
Prompt: G
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.

Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so. Also, I adore reviews :)

Summary: "Are you kidding me? I can be soft!"

*****

"I really don't think that's such a good idea Max." Cece looked positively scared at the idea of Max babysitting for her and Biggs on their first official 'date night' since Cody had been born almost two months ago. "I was thinking about asking Gem actually. We know how busy you've been lately with everything, wouldn't want to bother you."

Max wasn't taking the hint. "Oh it's no big deal, besides I've barely gotten to even hold the little guy yet. I swear there's like a comspiracy or something; Every time I get near him something comes up and next I know he's gone again."

"Uh-", Cece stammered. "It's just that, no one is really sure how you'll. . . react."

"How I'll react? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, this should be good." Alec rolled his eyes.

"Well-" She struggled for a tactful reply that wouldn't get her beaten to a pulp. "It's just that babies, even Transgenic ones, are so tiny and fragile. It takes a. . . soft touch." Cece glanced at Alec for support and found none, then quickly added: "Don't get me wrong, you're a great leader and we all appreciate so much what you've done for all us, but you don't really strike us as the, you know-" She cringed and almost whispered the last bit. "gentle type."

"Soft!" Max exclaimed, crossing her arms. "Are you kidding me? I can be soft!"

Alec snorted and couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Come on baby, you know I love you. But the only thing soft about you is your pus-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Max roared indiginantly. "Or I swear to God I'll make sure to kick you so hard tha that-" Max pointed dramatically to Alec's crotch. "will be never be anything but soft for the remainder of your life!"

Alec stopped laughing as his eyes widened before regaining his composure and turning back to Cece.

"I retract my previous statement. Max is a very loving, caring and gentle being. Please, for the love of all that's holy, let her watch Cody for two hours."

Cece sighed, relenting. "Alright, just call us if anything - and I mean anything - comes up. Okay?"

"Of course!" Max smiled sweetly, taking Cody from his mother and heading down the hallway. "Now come on Cody, let's go check out Auntie Max's Ninja."

Cece opened her mouth to protest, but Alec interrupted. "Ha ha. She was - uh - joking. But just to make you feel better, I think I'll go with her."

.

Fin.

DA Fic: F is for Fixation

candycentric — Mon, 03 Dec 2012 02:56:11 GMT

Title: Fixation
Author: candycentric- AKA Cc
Pairing: Max/Alec
Rating: PG13
Type: Drabble
Prompt: F
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.

Notes: 26 drabbles for 26 letters of the alphabet. Most of these are one-shots and not necessarily related. However, when they are written with another previous drabble in mind, I will say so.

Summary: Alec considered himself to be a well versed connoisseur in the area of female bodies.

*****

It wasn't so much a fixation, as it was a general thumbs up, nod in approval, from the male perspective. Indeed, Alec considered himself to be a well versed connoisseur in the area of female bodies. Not that he liked to brag or anything.

Ha. Who was he kidding? He loved to brag. He loved to talk. And he loved to talk about the things he loved to look at. Namely, Max's ass.

Because really, it was a very.

Nice.

Ass.

Of course, she was an X-5, so it was expected for her to have something decent back there to look at. But it was more than that. There was just a. . . juicier, more grabbable. . . quality about hers that never failed to hold his attention.

If he thinks about it, he's pretty sure it's half the reason why he picks and picks at her until she gets pissed and storms off. He swears she knows this and puts an extra bounce in her step as she does so. He thinks this because Biggs told him that she has a funny self-satisfied smile as she walks off one day. Biggs pats him on the back and says, "Damn, bro, you sure know how to make her leave a conversation in a hurry", but laughs when Alec explains to him, that's the whole point.

It's obvious to them both that whatever the something is between them, is building - and won't be ignored forever. For now, tho, he's content with the view he's graced with each time she walks away.

Fin.

Links to the other letters: A - B - C - D - E - F -

candycentric — Mon, 03 Dec 2012 02:12:44 GMT

I'm currently in the process of trying to do some major cleaning on this journal. I'm deleting old crap that no one cares about and so far I've gotten my 'tags' down from 59 to 35. Woo! Apparently I needed a tag for silly, funny AND jokes! So, yeah, that totally got combined. One of these days I want to do a new layout too. Probably whenever I get a computer back at my house and start paying for internet. Hopefully in the next couple of months?