I could write it better than you ever felt it.

My table for schmoop_bingo

deviantfantasy — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 15:48:18 GMT

neck kisses	pets	coffee shop	romantic holiday	nightmares
reading aloud	honeymoon	falling in love	long-lost love	massage – erotic
fair/carnival	butterfly kisses	WILD CARD	pregnancy – first ultrasound	sleepy times
amusement park	shopping	posing as a couple	cuddling in public	“I love you” – first
baby – feeding	first date	cooking together	secret admirer	birthday

RP Muses - The List

deviantfantasy — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 14:46:42 GMT

Someone asked me the other day what other muses I play, and I drew a complete blank. That's when I decided I needed to make a list.

Active Muses

Sanctuary:

Will Zimmerman - sanctuarypysch
Nikola Tesla - inventivevamp

Torchwood

Jack Harkness - notreallyacapt

OCs

Cassie Gates - immortalnotdead
Athena Watson - herfuturesecret
Kyra Griffin - invisiblekyra
Katie Wagner - orphanedlycan

Kind of Active Muses

NCIS

Tim McGee - agent_mcgee

Stargate SG-1

Daniel Jackson (AU version) - itallchangesyou

Inactive Muses (Can change depending on mood)

Angel: The Series

Angel - broodychampion
Fred Burkle - crazy_lil_fred
Lilah Morgan - evil_law

Sanctuary

Henry Foss - isnotadog

CSI

Nick Stokes - texas_csi

Stargate Atlantis

Rodney McKay - uberscientist
John Sheppard - flyboyshep

Star Trek Fandom

Julian Bashir - hatestennis
William Riker - trombonecommand

There are more but they're mostly for private verses and aren't up for anything. And, 99% of these are Lara's fault. :o

Contact Information

1. Leave a comment here or at one of my RP journals.
2. AIM - autumnlux77

The "I Need More Fandom Friends" Friending Meme!

deviantfantasy — Mon, 29 Sep 2008 04:28:03 GMT

The “I need more fandom friends!” fandom friending meme.
Don't forget to pimp!

Pimp!

Carson/Rodney Picspam from 5x02 "The Seed"

deviantfantasy — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 18:54:14 GMT

I was capping last night's episode and decided to share some of the Rodney/Carson caps I had. They're sharable but I ask you not hotlink, please. And, of course, they're spoilery if you haven't seen the episode yet. :) Enjoy!

-_-

deviantfantasy — Thu, 01 May 2008 14:08:18 GMT

Meh. No matter what I did, I could not fall asleep last night. I ended up getting out of bed (I get anxious if I just lie in bed without sleeping) and playing online until 3am. I finally went back to bed and fell asleep, only to wake up at 6:30. Since I had half of the day off to take Anna to the eye doctor, I decided to just take the entire day off. There's no way I would've been productive.

I've come to the conclusion I hate the Sci-Fi channel. That sucks because some of my favorite shows are on it. My biggest gripe is with this season's Ghosthunters. Since Sci-Fi owns the show, they get to pick who edits it and whoever they got for this season sucks. A lot of the time, the episodes are choppy and don't follow any sort of normal pattern. Also, all of the episodes are the same this season - first case they get all the activity and the second case is nothing but them debunking things. It's annoying. Plus, they play this stupid "dramatic" music, which makes it hard to hear the noises/voices they're hearing. And Sci-Fi ruins most of the episodes by showing the most interesting things in the promos. It makes me sad because it used to be an awesome show but Sci-Fi is slowly ruining it and commercializing it too much. Bastards.

For some reason, I've been getting a lot of spam e-mail lately. Gmail does an awesome job of filtering it out but I still know it's there. I'm so OCD about my e-mail and it bugs me. I think it's because I have my e-mail listed on one of my old RP journals over at Greatestjournal. I should probably find out and erase it someday.

Oh, wow, I thought I'd posted this and wandered away from the laptop. Whoops. :P

Fic - Zero Hours - Betty/Daniel - PG

deviantfantasy — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 01:02:23 GMT

Title: Zero Hours
Pairing: Betty/Daniel with mentions of Betty/Henry
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~1380
Summary: AU. Daniel makes a realization just as Betty’s life begins to crumble. Spoilers up to ‘Bananas For Betty’.
Disclaimer: Ugly Betty does not belong to me.
AN: After whining for a week about how evil my muse was, it gave me this.

The countdown had begun at seventeen weeks. Daniel knew this since he’d overheard Betty mention it to Christina. After hearing too much of their conversation, he had slipped back into his office and picked up the calendar his bank had given him and counted. When he hit the date of Henry’s departure, he circled it in red marker, and placed the calendar away so no one would see it.

As the week slowly dwindled down, Daniel tried his best not to say anything judgmental. He saw a change in Betty that broke his heart and spoke volumes on how she was really feeling. He would ask, of course, if there was anything she needed and, in true Betty fashion, she would grin and tell him no.

He wanted to say more; wanted to do more but he was at a loss. Betty had always been the levelheaded one and not him. So Daniel did what he’d been doing and was there for her as the weeks continued to disappear.

***

“How much do we still have to go through?” Betty asked. She was sitting in Daniel’s office, one eye on the clock and the other on the current layout.

Daniel looked up from the papers in front of him and noticed how edgy she seemed. The seventeen weeks had turned into four days and it was starting to show. “Not much,” he said, while considering her for a brief moment. “Why don’t you go? I know Henry leaves soon and--.”

“No. It’s okay. He’s just packing and doesn’t have a lot of time and...”

Betty trailed off and Daniel could see the hurt in her eyes. He wanted to move over to her and offer her some sort of solace but before he could, she was standing from her chair and started to pace the office.

“I should go. It’s only four days and... four days seem like nothing to some and I guess it really isn’t but--.”

It pained him to see her like this. Daniel closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He had a sudden need to protect her and make sure nothing bad ever happened to her. He wanted to love her like Henry wouldn’t.

When the realization of his thoughts came crashing down around him, Daniel’s eyes flew open and he stared at Betty, his mouth agape.

He loved her.

Of course, he had always loved her. As a friend. This... well, this was different. It was the sort of emotion he’d only felt for a select number of women.

“Betty...”

Her name seemed to hang in the air, as if it was waiting for him to finish his confession. Yet, he couldn’t. Daniel couldn’t do that to her. He couldn’t blurt out his feelings while her world was crashing down around her. So instead of saying what he wanted to, he merely cleared his throat and pointed toward the door.

“Go be with Henry.”

The order was heard and Betty nodded while muttering a soft ‘thank you’. She was out the door and he watched while she gathered her things and put her jacket on.

And while she disappeared down the hallway, Daniel took a shaky breath as his chest tightened with pain.

***

Four days later, Betty’s desk was empty. Her coat wasn’t draped over the back of her chair nor was her bag sitting on the floor. There were no kittens running across her computer screen, and Daniel hated it even though he’d been the one who gave her the day off.

Henry was leaving that evening and Betty wanted to spend one last day with him.

Despite his best efforts, Daniel couldn’t bring himself to care about the work at hand. He missed Betty. He missed seeing her and it hurt to know she was hurting. His office door stayed shut all day because he believed it would make it hurt less. Yet, it didn’t. The realization he’d had days before was still there. He still loved her but could do nothing to stop her pain.

When the day came to an end, Daniel went through the motions of leaving the building and getting into one of the cars. As it pulled away from the curb, he glanced at his watch, noting the time. Henry’s plane had taken off already.

Seventeen weeks had turned into zero hours.

Fishing around in his pocket, he pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. Would he dare to call her? Daniel didn’t even know if he was doing the right thing, yet, he dialed Betty’s number anyway.

“Hello?”

“Betty? It’s Daniel. Are you okay?” he asked. When he heard car horns in the background, he furrowed his brow. “Where are you?”

“I... well, I’m outside your apartment building. I didn’t know where else to go,” Betty said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daniel felt his heart break and he took a deep breath. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Just hang on tight,” he said before ending the call.

As the car approached his building, Daniel spotted Betty. She was standing by the front door, her hands tucked inside the pockets of her jacket and her head bowed. Once again, he felt his heart shatter to pieces. He only hoped he could do something to make her feel better.

“Betty,” Daniel said while pushing the car door open. He barely allowed the car to stop before he jumped out and went to her. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Daniel winced when the words spilled from his mouth. He knew what had happened.

“He’s gone,” she said without looking up. “I thought maybe... maybe he... I could make him stay.”

“I’m sorry he hurt you.”

Betty finally looked up, her eyes red from crying. “It’s not that he hurt me, Daniel. It’s... if I can’t keep someone like Henry happy enough to want to stay, how can I expect to make anyone else happy? No one is going to want me if I can’t make them happy,” she quietly said.

“Betty, no! That’s not true!” Daniel protested. He shook his head and reached down to take her hand. “Betty, listen to me. What happened with Henry was his fault. It had nothing to do with your ability to make others happy.”

Betty looked like she didn’t believe him.

“You make a lot of people happy, Betty. Henry’s... well, Henry’s a jerk. Please don’t beat yourself up because of it. Instead, you should hold your head up and move on.”

“What if no one wants me?”

“Anyone would be lucky to have you, Betty.”

“But Hilda once said I aim too high and--.”

Daniel waved his hand and cut her off. “Why shouldn’t you?” he asked. “You should go out there and get what you want. You deserve it.”

Betty stared at him for a moment before looking away. “I don’t think I can have what I truly want,” she quietly admitted.

“Have you tried?”

“No.”

“Then try.”

Betty turned her head and looked up at him. Daniel looked down at her, wondering what she was thinking. Suddenly, her glove-covered hands were on his face and she was leaning toward him.

The moment their lips touched, Daniel quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. He couldn’t let her go. Not after wanting this for so long. And, even if this was to be the only kiss they shared, he wanted to remember it.

When it ended, Daniel licked his tingling lips and smiled. However, his smile faltered when he saw the look of horror on Betty’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asked while she twisted out of his arms.

“I’m sorry. I... I’m sorry,” Betty said. She turned as if she wanted to run away. But before she could, Daniel caught her by the elbow.

“Betty...”

“I’m sorry, Daniel. Can I just go? I shouldn’t have done that and--.”

“Was this what you wanted?” he gently asked.

“I...” She trailed off and looked away. “Yes.”

Daniel grinned and gently turned her face so he could look at her. “Good, because I’ve wanted it too,” he whispered. Leaning over, he kissed her, knowing he would never tire of her or how he felt.

deviantfantasy — Tue, 11 Dec 2007 14:51:08 GMT

.:Ugly Betty Friending Meme:.

Everyone should have Ugly Betty fans on their f-lists so go forth and fill out the form and pimp this!

Fic!

deviantfantasy — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 19:06:36 GMT

Title: New Traditions
Pairing: Betty/Daniel (Ugly Betty)
Rating: FRA/G
Word Count: ~850
Summary: Spoilers for all of S2. Nothing more than a cute Christmas fic.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
AN: This came to me while I was sitting in the doctor’s office. For larakailyn.

Daniel stood in the middle of Betty’s living room and stared. He’d never seen anything like it. Tilting his head, he leaned to the side to check out the rest of it. It was the most...festive thing he’d ever seen. And it was ugly, too.

Clearing his throat, he straightened his posture and looked toward the stairs when Betty came down, carrying her boots in her arms. He looked at her and then gestured in front of him.

“Your tree. It’s...pink,” he commented, acting like Betty didn’t know she had a pink Christmas tree in her living room.

“Hm? Yeah. The other one caught on fire. I told you that,” Betty said while she dropped her boots to the floor and put them on. “We lost a lot of ornaments, too.”

Daniel raised his eyebrows and looked at the tree again. “It’s kind of ugly and--.” He stopped and jerked his head toward Betty. “Some of the ornaments burned? Was my stocking saved?”

Pursing her lips, Betty thought for a moment and shook her head. “No,” she said. She zipped up her coat and moved toward the front door. When she realized Daniel was still standing in the living room, she turned to get him. “Come on. We can’t be late. Alexis will kill us.”

“But shouldn’t we stay here so I can make a new stocking?”

“Did you make the last stocking?”

“No,” Daniel answered. “Justin did. Okay, well, shouldn’t we stay here so Justin can make a new stocking?”

Betty sighed and threw her hands up. “Daniel! Stop staring at my ugly Christmas tree and lets go! You promised Alexis you’d be there,” she said. She reached over and grabbed the sleeve of Daniel’s jacket. “Come on!”

Daniel found himself being yanked out of the living room by Betty, while his eyes never left the tree. It really was ugly.

***

It was a few days before Christmas and Betty was sleeping soundly in her bed. The sun was just beginning to peek through her curtains when she was woke up to Hilda’s screams. Bolting up, Betty jumped out of bed and put her robe and pink bunny slippers on, and rushed out of her room.

“What’s wrong?” she asked when she got to the living room.

“Someone broke into our house and took our tree!” Hilda exclaimed, her arms flailing around. “And they replaced it with that!”

Betty turned around and gasped. Hilda was right - the pink tree was gone but it’d been replaced by another tree; one that was decked out in every ornament known to mankind. And it was beautiful.

Stepping closer, Betty eyed the tree, stopping when she noticed something red on the side of it. It was a stocking. A very badly made stocking, but it was a stocking nonetheless. She reached out and traced the name on the top. It was from Daniel.

“Who’s it from?” Hilda asked.

“Daniel,” Betty said with a smile.

“The same Daniel that’s about to get mauled by the neighbor’s poodle?” Ignacio asked while motioning toward the front window.

Betty gasped and quickly ran to the front door. She threw it open and motioned for Daniel to come inside. He hurried up the front steps and got inside right before Betty shut the door behind him.

“Thanks,” he said. “Never knew a little dog like that could be so mean.” He looked down at the small bite marks on his shoes and shook his head.

“Yeah. She’s really mean,” Betty said before shuffling her feet. “Thank you for the tree. It’s beautiful. Especially your stocking.”

“It’s the least I could I do,” Daniel said. His eyes ticked up and then he leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Betty’s cheek.

Betty’s eyes went wide from the show of affection and she stumbled back. “What was that for?” she asked, while Daniel pointed up. She looked up and saw the mistletoe hanging from the door frame. “You put that there?”

“Justin taught me strategically placed mistletoe are the best.”

Grinning, Betty touched her cheek and nodded. “Smart kid,” she said before she motioned behind her. “Want to come in and have some breakfast? Or would you rather stand here all day?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Daniel said before he took a step forward. When Betty took a step back, he chuckled. “Stand still. Please.”

“Okay,” Betty said while dumbly nodding.

Taking another step forward, Daniel smiled when Betty didn’t move. He tucked his fingers under her chin and tilted her face toward him. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her for several moments.

When they pulled apart, Daniel sighed. “I think this should become a new tradition. I buy you a tree and you kiss me under the mistletoe,” he said.

“I-I think so, too,” Betty murmured, her cheeks flushed. “I think it’d be a wonderful tradition.”

Daniel grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet. “Now for breakfast,” he said.

“Yeah, breakfast,” Betty said. Reaching down, she took Daniel’s hand and led him inside.

Fic Post - Voicemail - Giles/Wesley - PG-13

deviantfantasy — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 03:51:12 GMT

I'm all by my lonesome for the next week. Too bad I don't have a cute Watcher to come entertain me. *sigh*

Title: Voicemail
Pairings: Giles/Wesley with slight Buffy/Fred
Rating: PG-13 for slashy kissage
Word Count: 395
Disclaimer: They aren't mine.
Summary: Fluffy Watcher loving.
AN: Oh, look! My Wes/Giles muse came home. :P

Giles’ postured straightened when the tiny bell rang as someone walked into the Magic Box. He’d been there all day without any customers or none of the children wandering around and getting into things. To say he was lonely would be an understatement.

Peeking around the shelves, he grinned when he saw who it was. “Wesley,” he said a little too loudly. “I didn’t think you would come.”

“You left ten voicemails on my mobile, Rupert,” Wesley said, with a worried look on his face. “I was rather worried about you. What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Giles gave his lover a guilty look. He was quite sure Wesley had driven well over the speed limit from Los Angeles to Sunnydale because he’d thought something bad had happened.

“Well--.”

“Is it Buffy or one of her friends?” Wesley said, looking about. His brow furrowed and he looked at Giles again. “Where are they?”

“I, um--”

Wesley looked at Giles and placed his hands on the other man’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Giles. Just take a deep breath and tell me what happened,” he said.

Giles sighed and looked away. “Nothing happened. I was getting a bit lonely and I thought you’d want to come, and spend some time with me. I left all those messages because I didn’t think I was doing it right,” he explained.

There was an uncomfortable silence until Wesley cleared his throat. “You left ten messages in ten minutes, Rupert,’ he pointed out.

“Yes, well...”

“You could’ve just said you wanted me to come over or called the hotel,” Wesley pointed out.

Giles adjusted his glasses and busied himself with stacking a few volumes on the counter. “Every time I call the hotel, Fred answers and she asks about Buffy and--.”

“Buffy and Fred still make you uncomfortable?” Wesley asked with an amused look. “You won’t ever get over walking in on them, will you?”

“I’m trying but the thought of seeing my Slayer completely starkers...” He shuddered a bit.

“I think I know of a way to kill two birds with one stone,” Wesley said, his fingers wrapping around Giles’ tie so he could tug him closer.

“Oh?” Giles questioned right before Wesley’s lips pressed against his for a long, deep kiss. When they parted, Giles took several deep breaths. “I rather think it’s working.”

“Good,” Wesley murmured before pulling him toward the back room.

Another Heroes Friending Meme

deviantfantasy — Sat, 10 Feb 2007 17:22:23 GMT

I always seem to miss all the friending memes and by the time I find out about them, they're several pages long. *pouts* So I've decided to make one for Heroes in hopes of making new fandom friends and helping others make friends. ^^

The Questions

Name/Nickname:
Age:
Location:
Friending Policy for your LJ:
What's on your LJ:

Favorite Characters and Ships:
Less Favorite Characters and Ships:
Are you on the list?:

Other Fandoms:

What fandom do you think needs a friending meme of its own:

See? Nice and simple. And, it would be of the awesome if y'all pimped this. Thanks. :-D

Drabble/Ficlet requests

deviantfantasy — Wed, 07 Feb 2007 23:40:40 GMT

Drabble/ficlets requests are now open at my writing place, xautumnxficsx.

Request (here)

January 2007 Fic List

deviantfantasy — Sat, 03 Feb 2007 06:54:31 GMT

Fic List for January 2007

+Two Drabbles - Fred/Angel and Buffy/Wesley
+Ice Cream and Need - Buffy/Fred
+Rescue - Fred/Lilah
+Four Drabbles - Giles, Wesley, Wesley/Lilah, Wesley/Fred
+Call Next Time - Buffy/Wesley
+Moving - Peter/Isaac
+Always There - Nick/Fred
+Sunshine - Nick/Fred
+Protection - Fred/Nick and Wesley/Giles
+Believe - Nick/Fred
+The Bet - Nick/Fred
+The Conversation - Nick/Fred
+The Beginning - Nick/Fred
+New Man - Nick/Fred
+Awakening - Nick/Fred
+Sanctuary - Nick/Fred
+What's Right - Fred/Nick
+Stood Up - Fred Burkle/Tim McGee
+Purple - Abby/Gibbs
+Not A Verb - Wesley/Giles
+Fever - Nick/Catherine
+False Pretenses - Nick/Fred
+Tastes Like Honey - Claire/Zach
+Ice Cream - Angel, Fred, and Wesley
+From The Doorway - Angel/Fred/Wesley
+Letter of the Past - Fred/Lilah
+Payback - Nick/Fred
+Fairytale - Nick/Fred
+Question and Answer - Wesley/Giles
+Crush - Nick/Fred

Challenges completed:

Nick Stokes/Fred Burkle for 15_song_titles

New Challenges

Fred Burkle/Lilah Morgan for fic_cd_mix (Pending)
Wesley/Fred for 15_song_titles (Pending)

To keep up to date with my fics, please friend xautumnxficsx

Ficlet Post - Watching - Angel/Fred/Wesley - FRAO

deviantfantasy — Fri, 29 Dec 2006 02:07:22 GMT

Title: Watching
Pairing: Angel/Fred/Wesley
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Word Count: Around 330
Summary: AU S3 of Angel.
AN: Written using the prompt ‘Pleasure’, which was given to me by Lara. Also for the ‘Surprise/Illusion’ prompt at btvsats_love

“Anything?” She asked, her brown eyes ticking up to meet his.

Angel smiled and ran his fingers through her hair. He loved how it was so soft and silky. Plus, it smelled of watermelon, which was now Angel’s favorite scent.

“Anything,” he murmured, his fingers now tracing over her jaw line.

Fred chewed her lip in thought for a moment before climbing to the other side of Angel. “I want to see you pleasure him,” she said, motioning her hand toward Wesley. “I want to watch.”

Angel smiled and then nodded. Fred moved to the bedside table and had took the lube out. She handed it to Angel and leaned back to watch.

Fingers were lubed and pressed forth. When Wesley was ready, Angel pushed inside, hissing at the tightness and warmth. Leaning over Wesley’s body, he started to thrust into him with even and strong strokes. He could feel the heated flesh of Wesley’s cock pinned between their stomachs and groaned.

Wes reached out for Fred but she moved away and shook her head. “This is all for you, sweetie. You’ve wanted the both of us for so long, haven’t you?” she asked, her eyes locked with Angel’s.

“Yes,” Wesley groaned, his hips bucking up in time with Angel’s thrusts. “Love…both of you.”

Both Angel and Fred grinned at that as Angel’s thrust became harder. He looked over at Fred and nodded his head, knowing Wesley was close to coming.

Fred’s face shifted, eyes turning yellow and fangs extracting. She leaned down and pierced the pulse of Wesley’s neck. He gasped, his cock twitching and spilling itself, just as Angel’s own orgasm came.

“An-Angelus?” Wesley breathless said.

Angel grinned.

“I don’t have to be soulless to be evil, Wes,” he growled. He tangled his fingers in Wesley’s hair and pulled his head to the side as Fred continued to drink. “Fred’s going to make a wonderful Sire, don’t you think?”

All Wesley could do was nod.

Ficlet Post - Best Christmas - Gile/Lilah - PG

deviantfantasy — Fri, 22 Dec 2006 19:01:56 GMT

Title: Best Christmas
Pairing: Lilah/Giles
Rating: Soft PG
Word Count: Around 500
Summary: A little h/c on Christmas between my favorite dysfunctional couple.
AN: After whining to Lara about not being able to write a ‘fluffy Christmas piece’, this is what my muse gave me. I think it works rather nicely for them. *snugs Lara for putting up with the whining*

They’d decided, without saying the words, there wouldn’t be a tree that year. No annoying lights that blinked to the tune of ‘Jingle Bells’ and no animated snowmen that danced around on one’s coffee table. Carolers weren’t to darken the door of their penthouse and the neighbors knew not to bring them Christmas cookies.

It was just another day in their lives.

Almost.

After all, they weren’t complete scrooges.

Both had decided to find the perfect gift for the other. Nothing they’d find at the local Wal-Mart or one of those annoying shopping networks. Calls were made, favors were cashed in, and both knew they’d found the perfect gift.

The plan was to exchange them during breakfast without making a fuss.

Of course, even the best laid plans didn’t always work.

It all started when she started to sneeze during the Christmas Eve party. As the night progressed, so did redness of her nose and the puffiness of her eyes. When the fever set in, and she started to flirt with a T’Leck demon, he knew it was time to take her home.

When they arrived home, Lilah had taken to pouting, which amused Giles. To see the woman, who could make demons beg for mercy, looking at him with her bottom lip sticking out was something he’d never forget.

Lilah begged him to use magic to cure her, and when Giles told her even magic couldn’t cure the common cold, she told him to leave. He didn’t though. Instead, he stayed up all night with her, dabbing her forehead with a cool cloth as she slept the fever off.

When morning came, he found her on the sofa, a small box clenched in her hands. After sitting up, she handed the box to him with a shrug.

“Merry Christmas…I guess,” Lilah muttered before seeking refuge inside of her blanket again.

Giles stood from the sofa and went to get the gift he’d gotten for her. Once the gifts had been exchanged, they were opened. She had gotten Giles the cufflinks he’d been eyeing, while he’d gotten Lilah the bracelet she pretended she didn’t want when she saw someone else wearing one at a party.

They both thanked the other, and exchanged a look only they knew the meaning of. Then, without any sort of warning, Giles found himself with an armful of Lilah as she snuggled against him and pulled the blanket over her shivering body.

And, as they laid there, tangled with each other, they knew what the other felt. What had begun as ‘just sex’ had spiraled into something they could call love. Both knew there would probably never be any spoken words of love, and never would they spend an entire day snuggling again.

But, it didn’t matter.

It was the best Christmas either of them had ever had.

Fic Post - Passing - Giles - PG-13

deviantfantasy — Thu, 21 Dec 2006 14:46:41 GMT

Title: Passing
Character: Giles, implied Giles/Lilah with mentions of Giles/Jenny
Word Count: 389
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Warnings: Character death.
Summary: Giles had taught himself how to live with the emotions of his life.
AN: I have no clue where this came from but I woke up today and here it is. For the prompt ‘Illusion’ at btvsats_love

Giles had taught himself how to live with the emotions of his life. Simple illusions of things no longer there. He was a Watcher, and always would be, and along with the title came death and grief. People slipped into his life and slipped out again. Sometimes they left on their own, while other times death took them from him.

By the time he’d met Lilah, Giles was a jaded man. He’d lived with the haunting memory of Jenny for far too long. His heart was firmly barricaded behind walls of steel because he couldn’t allow himself the pain he’d felt the moment he found her broken in his bed. No more whispered words of love would fall from his mouth, and Lilah didn’t seem to care.

The sex, a perfect combination of sweat and magic, was what they did best. No stings, no attachments, and no worries. Giles could care less if she screwed all of Los Angeles - as long as she gave him what he needed, when he needed it.

It was a dangerous game and one of them was bound to fall.

He just didn’t expect it to be him.

Faith was the one who broke the news to him. Angelus had killed her and Giles’ world shattered around him. Another one lost to the vampire so many followed blindly, not caring about the consequences of what may happen.

He almost prayed for death the night before they fought the First. If the blood was no longer moving through his veins, then he would no longer hurt. Yet, Giles knew he couldn’t allow himself to fail so he fought to save the world that was often cruel to him.

Once the battle was won, and Sunnydale nothing more than a hole in the Earth, he stayed behind to pay his last respects. There was no grave or marker to signify Lilah’s passing. It was almost as if she’d been nothing more than an illusion of his worn-out psyche.

But that didn’t stop him from buying a bottle of her favorite vodka and toasting her in the hotel room where it all began. And after making the toast, Giles walked out of the room, leaving two empty glasses behind.

And once again, he went back to pretending love, or the pain he felt, didn’t matter.

Ficlet Post - Beauty - Isaac/Peter - PG-13

deviantfantasy — Mon, 18 Dec 2006 04:36:15 GMT

Title: Beauty
Pairing: Isaac/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Around 300
Summary: A small moment in Isaac’s studio
Spoilers: Probably spoilerish if you haven’t seen the first 6 or so episodes.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys. Even though I wish I did.
AN: For larakailyn, just because.

The snow had been falling since mid-afternoon. Isaac had spent most of that time watching it from his studio window. It was rather beautiful, and he wanted to paint it, but it seemed whenever he picked up a brush, he had a vision. For once, he wanted to paint something that had nothing to do with dead cheerleaders or trains exploding.

“Isaac? Are you coming?”

He turned on his stool to see Peter standing there. His eyebrows rose in question, wondering where he was supposed to go. Had they made plans?

“Go where?” Isaac questioned.

“Downstairs to the pretzel vendor. You owe me one,” Peter said with a grin.

Isaac smiled as he remembered the bet they’d made. It was a rather naughty bet that involved self-control and who would lose himself first. Of course he’d lost since he could never control himself when he was with Peter.

“How about we stay in?” Isaac asked. He slipped off his stool and went over to his lover.

His fingers wrapped around the front of Peter’s jacket and he pulled him closer. With a sly smile, Isaac pressed his lips to Peter’s and nudged his lips open with his tongue. Soon, the two men were tangled in each other and tumbling toward the bed as clothes were torn off with frenzy.

An hour later, Peter laid on the bed, naked and cuddling against Isaac’s pillow. The other man slipped out of the bed and went to his workstation, where he picked up a sketch pad and sat down. He slowly sketch the scene in front of him, taking in all the details of his lover’s nude form. When he finished, Isaac placed the sketch on the bedside table and smiled.

It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever drawn.

Ficlet Post - Switching Control - Fred/Lilah - FRAO

deviantfantasy — Sat, 16 Dec 2006 23:32:05 GMT

Title: Switching Control
Pairing: Lilah/Fred
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 560
Summary: PWP.
AN: For larakailyn, who’s my one and only Fred. *luffs her*

“Did I hear some carolers?” Fred asked.

Lilah, who was running her tongue over a candy cane, smiled. “Not anymore,” she said, her smile turning into a smirk.

“You killed them, didn’t you?” Fred said as she peeked out the window. She was relieved to see there weren’t any bodies lying by the front door but with Wolfram and Hart being their employer, Lilah could’ve easier gotten rid of said bodies.

“It’s Christmas and I’m really not that cold-hearted,” Lilah said as she bit the tip of the candy cane off and sucked. “I told them I had my lover tied to the bed and I couldn’t stand there and listen.”

Fred snorted. “You wish you had me tied to the bed.”

Lilah raised her eyebrows at that and stood. She approached Fred, intending to show her who the alpha female was but before she could, the other woman quickly grabbed her and pressed her against the door. “What are you doing, Fred?” she asked with an amused look.

“I wanted to hear them sing and you ruined it,” Fred murmured as she opened the robe Lilah was wearing. “I think you should sing.”

“Have you ever heard me sing?” Lilah asked, her eyebrows raising in amusement.

“I don’t care. I want you to sing.”

Fred reached down and roughly pushed Lilah’s thighs apart. She dipped her fingers into the other woman’s wet folds and pressed hard. She smirked when Lilah let out a gasp when her fingernail pressed against the flesh under her clit.

“I’m still not going to sing,” Lilah said, her head lulling against the way behind her.

Without warning, Fred pressed two fingers into Lilah and started to thrust. “Sing, Lilah,” she roughly whispered before pressing her body against hers. “You want to come don’t you?”

Another groan left Lilah’s mouth and she started to push against Fred’s hand. “I don’t know any Christmas songs,” she breathed.

Fred grabbed Lilah’s wrists with her free hand and raised them above her head before pinning them against the wall. She thrust her hand harder as her thumb rubbed tight and rough circles on Lilah’s clit. “Are you lying to me?” she asked before dipping her head and tugging on one of the other woman’s nipples with her teeth.

“You know when I lie, lover,” Lilah said, her body starting to tighten. She liked it when Fred took control, even if she would never admit it. “Do you think I’m lying?”

Fred added another finger and pushed into Lilah harder. “Shut up and come, Lilah,” she growled.

That was all Fred needed to say in order to take Lilah over the edge. With a strangled cry, Lilah’s body arched up and she came on Fred’s hand. “Fred…” she pushed out between moans.

Fred released Lilah’s wrists and wrapped an arm around her waist so she wouldn’t fall. She then removed her fingers from her lover and slowly licked them clean. Once Lilah was able to stand on her own, Fred walked over and picked up her laptop. She then handed it to Lilah.

“What’s this for?” she asked, taking it from Fred’s hands.

“You still owe me a Christmas song. I want one before the end of the day or I’ll be using the ropes on you next,” Fred said before walking away and leaving a shuddering Lilah behind.

Ficlet - Giles - Flowers

deviantfantasy — Fri, 15 Dec 2006 22:16:45 GMT

Title: Flowers
Challenge: #32, white
Author: Liz, deviantfantasy
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: S2, after Jenny’s death.
AN: For the current challenge at ashthedrabble and the open house at btvsats_love

She had always loved the little white flowers in her neighbor’s flower pot. Sometimes, when Giles was dropping her off after one of their dates, she would jokingly tell him she would love him forever if he lifted some of the flowers for her. He would give her a stern look, shake his head, and tell her she needed to behave. Giles would never admit he was rather afraid of getting caught, and being embarrassed.

After she’d died, Giles found himself with the flowers. They were what he placed on her grave the day after she was buried. Six flowers in all - three to signify the three disastrous dates they’d been on, two for the number of times Willow walked in on them while they were snogging, and one for the love he would always feel for her.

He had gotten the flowers but she wasn’t there to love him forever.

The following spring, when life was to begin anew, Giles found himself at the pot again. But this time, the flowers hadn’t bloomed. Just like Jenny, they were gone forever, leaving an empty space inside the pot, much like her death had left an emptiness inside of him.

Ficlet Post - Family - Buffy/Fred and Wesley/Giles

deviantfantasy — Thu, 14 Dec 2006 20:02:36 GMT

Title: Family
Rating: G
Word Count: Around 230
Pairings: Buffy/Fred and Wesley/Giles
Disclaimer: Not mine.
AN: For larakailyn *snugs* and the open house at btvsats_love

They said they would never be a real family. There wouldn’t be any babies or midnight feedings or scraped knees. Adoption was out of the question since demon hunting and vampire slaying weren’t real occupations. And even though there were moments when it sounded good, they didn’t think Xander’s idea of stealing a baby would work.

They’d been together for close to three years when Giles called Buffy and asked Fred and her over for dinner. It was a normal dinner until Wesley and Giles brought up why they’d asked them over. The two men wanted to have a child, something they knew Buffy and Fred also wanted. They laid out a plan that would give them all what they wanted.

It took Fred and Buffy two weeks of discussion to make their decision. Wesley and Giles had always been their biggest supporters, and their closest friends, and they knew they wanted to do this with them. They didn’t mind sharing a child with the two men because they knew the child would be loved and protected.

The full impact of their decision wasn’t felt until the moment the tiny cries echoed off the delivery room walls. A son. They had a perfect baby boy, that would grow up to be whatever he wanted to be.

And as all of them looked at their son, they knew the bond they’d formed that day would never be broken.

Two ficlets for the icon meme

deviantfantasy — Sun, 10 Dec 2006 20:48:36 GMT

Two more ficlets featuring Cordy, Wes, and Gunn, and Wesley/Giles. Enjoy! And I'm still taking requests in the locked post a few posts down. You can request again if you've already requested. :)

For taffimai. The icon she used is here. Cordy, Wes and Gunn. PG

The door to Cordy’s apartment flung open as the three warriors walked in. All of them were grinning from ear-to-ear, ready to celebrate their victory. They sat down on Cordy’s couch while Dennis went to the kitchen and soon returned with three beers. And after all them had one in their hand, Gunn stood from the couch.

“To winning our first fight without Angel’s help!” he said before taking a long drink.

“To surviving without Mr. Broody-Pants,” Cordy added. “And to actually getting paid for once.”

Wes grinned. “What we did was rather ingenuous if I do say so. Cornering the little bugger. And your axe swinging skills are improving, Cordy.”

“Thanks, Wes!”

“Man, who knew someone would pay us to kill a small snake,” Gunn said before his smile faltered. “And how sad is it that it took three of us to kill it?”

Wesley and Cordy looked at each other, and then at Gunn as all of them fell silent.

“But, hey, we got paid!” Cordy suddenly said as she held up her can of beer. “And who’s to say the snake wasn’t a big bad?”

“He did look evil,” Gunn offered.

“And some demons do start out looking like snakes,” Wes added.

“Then we did good and helped save the world from an evil…garden snake,” Cordy said as she raised her beer up. “To us!”

“To us!” Wesley and Gunn repeated as they touched their cans to hers.

For tragicpoptart. The icon she used is here. Wesley/Giles. FRAO.

Wesley groaned when he felt Giles’ tongue run over the length of his shaft. He reached his hand down and tangled his fingers in his lover’s hair and tugged. His head lulled back and he gasped when Giles engulfed his cock with his warm mouth. “God, Rupert,” he whispered, his hips bucking up.

Giles hummed, the vibrations making Wesley shudder in pleasure. After several moments, Wesley felt his balls tighten and without any warning, his release was flooding his lover’s mouth. “So good, Rupert. So bloody good.”

“Wesley…”

He blinked his eyes.

“Wesley!”

Wesley’s head snapped up. “Y-Yes, Mister Giles?”

“What were you daydreaming about?” Giles asked.

A blush rose over Wesley’s neck and he tugged at his starchy collar. “N-Nothing. I should finish this translation,” he said before ducking his head as he hoped Giles wouldn’t ask him to get up from his chair anytime soon.

Icon Meme drabbles/ficlets

deviantfantasy — Sun, 10 Dec 2006 01:37:02 GMT

Four ficlets from the Buffyverse and CSI. Includes: Spike, Angel, Wesley, Wesley/Fred/Lilah, Greg, Cordy and Gunn. All are between 100-200 words. Enjoy! You can still go to the locked post and request. :) This is actually fun!

For eboniorchid. The icon she used is here. Spike, Angel and Wesley with implied Wes/Lilah. Rated PG.

Wesley stood back and watched Spike and Angel do their usual fighting. It was the same thing everyday. Yes, the fights did start out over different things but always ended with them bickering about Buffy. Both vampires claimed to love her, and Wes didn’t know enough to say anything about it.

Of course he knew, from experience, how sex could lead to a relationship. The encounters he’d had with Lilah had led to one, and he began to wonder if that was their downfall. They were perfectly happy until he uttered those words and signed the dollar bill.

It was then he realized maybe he wasn’t an expert on sex and relationships so he turned around and walked away.

For larakailyn. The icon she used is here. Fred/Wes/Lilah with Angel. Rated R for dark themes.

Wesley looked down at Angel and smirked. It would seem the vampire had gotten himself in a bit of trouble. His bastard son had sunk him to the bottom of the ocean and now Angel was at the mercy of Wesley and his lovers. How he wished Angel could breathe. He was rather sure he could find a pillow to place over his face if he did.

Sliding his hand into his pocket, Wesley pulled out a stake and looked over at the two women. Lilah looked bored while Fred was staring down at Angel. Wesley noticed something in her eyes and growled a bit. He knew Angel had saved Fred from Pylea, and knew she would always have a soft spot for him, and Wesley couldn’t have that.

“Stake him,” Wesley said, handing the stake to Fred.

Fred looked up and stared at him for a moment before Lilah moved over to her. The two of them exchanged a look before Fred looked at Wesley. And with her eyes locked with his, she drove the stake through Angel’s heart.

For goddessloki. The icon she used is here. Greg. Rated G.

The assignment had taken Greg away from the desert warmth of Las Vegas to the mountain cold of a small skiing resort. Their killer had left the city, and the evidence led them to the mountains, where the suspect had a cabin. It was a shock to his system at first since he’d gotten used to the hot days of Vegas, but he adapted the best he could.

After the pictures were taken, and the evidence gathered, Greg looked outside to see fat snowflakes falling. With a smile on his face, he pushed the door open and walked outside. Bending down, he scooped up a pile of snow and made a ball out of it. He threw it through the air and watched it, proud at how far it had traveled.

Too bad it ended up hitting Grissom in the back of the head. Greg stayed inside for the rest of the trip.

For darthcorrie. The icon she used is here. Wes, Cordy, Gunn and Fred. Rated G.

“It’s not fair,” Gunn grumbled as he sat down between Wes and Cordy. “We work our asses off, getting slimed and this is how he thanks us?”

“Tight ass,” Cordy muttered, her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m surprised he even pays us.”

“Perhaps there’s a reason why Angel did it,” Wesley said, adjusting his glasses. “There has to be a good explanation.”

“You can stop kissing up now, dork. Angel went upstairs,” Cordy said before reaching over and smacking Wes in the chest.

“Ow,” he muttered, rubbing the spot she’d hit.

“This is so unfair,” Gunn said as he slouched down.

“Whatcha y’all doin’?”

All three of them jumped when Fred suddenly appeared out of nowhere - which was something she was good at.

“Nothing,” all of them muttered at the same time.

Fred smiled. “Angel isn’t gonna let y’all get that new computer so y’all can play those new games, huh?” she asked.

“No,” all of them sighed before pouting even more.

2006 Fic List

deviantfantasy — Sat, 09 Dec 2006 01:16:51 GMT

List of fics, ficlets and drabbles I've written in 2006. I'm doing this so I can know where all my fics are for when I open up my shiny new fic community at the beginning of the year.

Looking back, I can say my writing has improved a lot. Thanks to all of you who have encouraged me, written with me, or left me feedback. Y'all rock!

This post will be edited if I write anymore this year. :)

Fics, ficlets, and drabbles written (so far) during 2006: Around 250.
Challenge Finished:

2006 Fics

Buffyverse

Wesley/Giles
+Catalyst Part One (Jan 1st)
+Catalyst - Part Two (Jan. 2nd)
+How It Started (Jan. 2nd)
+Catalyst Part Three (Jan. 2nd)
+Birthday Gift (Jan. 6th)
+Four Season Drabbles (Jan. 7th)
+Color drabbles Set #1 (Jan. 8th)
+Color drabble Set #2 (Jan. 8th)
+Collision (Jan. 10th)
+Proper Burial (Jan. 12th)
+Fever (Jan. 14th)
+Protection (Jan. 15th)
+Three Drabbles (Jan. 15th)
+Three Drabbles (Jan. 18th)
+Not A Failure (Jan. 19th)
+Sunset and Sunrise (Jan. 22nd)
+Gone plus a drabble (Jan. 24th)
+Forgotten (Jan. 28th)
+Office Equipment (Feb. 4th)
+Misguided Cupid (Feb. 13th)
+Printing (Feb. 15th)
+Morning After (Feb. 22nd)
+Cold Rain (March 22nd)
+Lure of the Bear (March 27th)
+False Pretenses (April 4th)
+Wrong Demon *scroll down* (April 14th)
+What Happens In Vegas... *scroll down* (April 14th)
+Not Good Enough (April 15th)
+Birthing Pains, The Engagement, Mistake, Coming Home, Breakfasts (April 17th)
+Lunar Cycles Part One(April 22nd)
+Dance *scroll down* (April 23rd)
+Parents Drabble (April 28th)
+Where Home Is (May 6th)
+First Kiss, First Date, First Time, First Fight, and First Confession (May 12th)
+Ten Vampire-themed Ficlets, some featuring Fred (May 18th)
+Four Drabbles (May 19th)
+Three Drabbles (May 19th)
+Possibilities (May 22nd)
+Alcohol Induced Confession (May 29th)
+Icing (June 12th)
+Quizzes and Prize (June 25th)
+Shattered and Possessed (July 31)
+Sword of Ioncai (August 26th)
+Soul and Spirit Drabbles Series (August 14th)
+In Color (August 24th)
+No More (Sept. 3rd)
+Falling (Sept. 4th)
+Punishment (Sept. 5th)
+Letter to The Vampire (Sept. 13th)
+Autumn Walks (Sept. 16th)
+Mistake (Sept. 28th)
+Sleepless (Oct. 1st)
+Sofa (Oct. 5th)
+Crypt Keeper (Oct. 17th)
+Undressed (Oct. 19th)
+Killington, Nebraska (Oct. 28th)
+Wardrobe (Nov. 4th)
+The Christmas List (Dec. 4th)
+Matter of Trust (June 28th)
+The Beast Can Wait (July 5th)
+It's Always Sunny In LA (July 22nd)
+Too Young (Aug. 11th)

Wesley/Fred
+Hole-in-one (March 14th)
+Blunt (April 23rd)
+Proper Thanks (May 24th)
+Morning After (June 2nd)
+What Makes You Happy (June 2nd)
+Dizzy For Her (June 11th)
+Moving On (June 12th)
+From Under The Table, Strawberries and Hope, and Curses (August 7th)
+Broken Buggy (August 26th)
+Demon Killing, Spring Mechanism, and Untitled (Sept. 4th)
+Kitchen (Oct. 20th)
+Tradition (Nov. 14th)

Fred/Angel
+Nightmares (Oct. 1st)
+Lies (Oct. 17th)
+Heroes Don't Lie (Oct. 22nd)
+Humming (Oct. 23rd)

Wesley/Buffy
+Happy (Oct. 15th)
+Late (Oct. 23rd)
+Lost (Oct. 29th)

Wesley/Xander
+Snow on the Hellmouth (Feb. 15th)

Wesley/Angel
+Vertigo (March 8th)

Wesley/Lilah
+First Date (March 14th)
+Even In Death *scroll down* (April 14th)
+Mixing (August 27th)

Giles/Jenny
+Lines *scroll down* (March 28th)
+Tarot Cards (Sept. 12th)
+Third Time's A Charm (June 9th)

Giles/Fred
+Not English Tea *scroll down* (April 14th)
+Public Shaggage (April 22nd)
+Excuse (June 4th)
+Spinning (June 11th)
+Promise Kept (June 13th)
+Unexpected and Nappie Change (June 18th)
+Not So Lost (August 12th)
+Train (Oct. 21st)
+Walk Away (June 27th)
+Mornings (June 29th)
+In Sunnydale (July 3rd)
+Recovery (July 4th)
+Summer Talks (July 6th)
+Christmas Present (July 9th)
+Battles (July 14th)
+Thirty-Three (July 14th)
+A Talk About Fred (July 15th)
+Rock Jumping and Demon Slime (July 18th)
+Sickness (July 22nd)
+Ice and Flesh (July 25th)
+First Swims (Aug. 1st)
+Lost (Aug. 10th)

Buffy/Angel
+Touch *scroll down* (April 22nd)

Buffy/Spike
+Uninvited *scroll down* (April 22nd)

vamp!Xander and Giles
+Revenge (June 30th)

Giles/Fred/Wesley
+The (Almost) Perfect Gift (July 10th)
+Snow (August 12th)
+Snow Globe (August 10th)
+In Sickness... (Nov. 14th)
+The Letter (Aug. 5th)

Fred/Spike
+Long Gone (July 11th)
+To Pretend (August 4th)
+Pretend She Doesn't Hear (August 8th)

Giles/Lilah
+Wet Thoughts (August 17th)
+Best Christmas (December 22nd)

Fred/Willow
+Always (August 22nd)
+Chocolate (August 27th)

Buffy/Fred
+Sigh (Nov. 4th)
+Blindfold (Nov. 8th)
+New Beginnings (Nov. 13th)

Buffy/Fred and Giles/Wesley
+Family (December 14th)

Fred/Lilah
+Control (Nov. 10th)
+Morally Challenged (Nov. 14th)
+Crawfish, In My Way, and Girl I Never Loved (Nov. 19th)
+So Doing It (Nov. 24th)
+Switching Control (December 16th)

Fred/Wesley/Lilah
+Clock Strikes Twelve (Dec. 2nd)

Connor Gen
+The Real Him *scroll down* (April 14th)

Fred Gen
+Someday and Explain (July 23rd)
+Lost (Oct. 23rd)

Giles Gen
+Books *scroll down* (April 14th)
+Dreams *scroll down* (April 23rd)
+Payback Drabble (May 28th)
+Morning (Nov. 4th)
+Flowers (December 15th)
+Passing (December 21)

Wesley Gen
+Not Her *scroll down* (April 22nd)
+Payback Drabble (May 28th)
+Familiar (August 10th)

Lilah Gen
+Protection (Nov. 20th)

Multi-character
+Opposite Drabbles (August 20th)
+Glass (August 22nd)
+Pink and Meatloaf (August 28th)
+Four baby drabbles (Sept. 10th)
+Two 'Lean On Me' drabbles (Sept. 18th)
+Five requested drabbles (Oct. 7th)
+Four requested drabbles (Oct. 7th)
+Not Heroic (Oct. 22nd)
+Four Drabbles/Ficlets (December 9th)
+Two ficlets (December 10th)

Supernatural

Gen
+Among the Stars
+Zombies (Oct. 17th)

CSI

Catherine/Grissom
+Termites (March 28th)

Nick and Catherine
+Their Secret, The Other Man, The Truth, and Finally (April 1st)
+No Regrets *scroll down* (April 23rd)
+Sickness, Moving Day, Kicking, Ultrasound, Shower, Names, and Nursery (May 8th)
+First Meeting and First Date (May 17th)
+Chocolate and Too Short (May 25th)

Nick/Greg
+Solace *scroll down* (April 23rd)

Nick Gen
+Perfect Storytellers (April 20th)
+Facing Fears (April 23rd)
+Always There *scroll down* (April 23rd)
+Other Motives *scroll down* (April 23rd)
+First Crush, Homerun, and Court (May 17th)
+Hardest Part, Vegas, Leaving, and Pimp (May 25th)

Harry Potter

Draco/Ginny

+Magically Headphones *scroll down* (March 28th)

Heroes

Peter/Isaac
+Strokes (Oct. 23rd)
+Bruise (Nov. 5th)
+Peter's World (Nov. 26th)
+Beauty (December 17th)

Niki/Nathan
+(Not) Strong (Oct. 30th)

Hiro/Ando
+Cold (Nov. 5th)

Zach/Claire
+Christmas Break (Dec. 2nd)

Crossovers
+In The Stacks (Giles/Remus - BtVS/HP) (August 26th)
+New Life (Fred/Nick - AtS/CSI) (Oct. 9th)

Ficlet Post - Snowfall - M/S, J/H - PG

deviantfantasy — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 19:55:38 GMT

Title: Snowfall
Pairings: Stanley/Mimi with Jake/Heather on the side
Rating: PG
Word Count: Around 360
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
AN: My first Jericho fic. For larakailyn, who asked for Stanley/Mimi, Jake/Heather with the prompt ‘first snowfall’. Nothing but fluff.

The bar was abuzz with activity and chattering as the citizens of Jericho gathered inside to discuss what it was doing outside. Mayor Gray, in his cheap suit, was laying out the ground rules of what was expected of everyone, saying all of them needed to do their part. Mimi had grown tired of him within moments and had slipped out of the bar to watch the snowfall.

It was the first of the season and she thought it was beautiful. It was different from the dirty snow they received in DC.

A smile lifted on her face when she heard giggling coming from across the street. Jake and Heather were standing on the sidewalk, dancing while the fat flakes fell around them. It was one of the most romantic things Mimi had seen in ages.

“Gray’s an ass.”

Turning around, she perked an eyebrow. Stanley was standing there, a look of discontent on his face. She then watched as he pulled the stocking cap off his head and put it on hers. She grinned at him and leaned forward to kiss him but stopped when he started to laugh.

“What?” Mimi asked. When Stanley pointed behind her, she turned to see Jake was now laying on the sidewalk and Heather was trying to pull him up.

“I keep saying you can do better than him, Heather!” Stanley laughed. His statement received a rude gestured from Jake.

“So,” Mimi said as she turned to look at Stanley again, “what do you think their name would be?”

“Jake and Heather? Uh. Hake? Jeather?” Stanley offered before grinning. “Too bad Jake’s name isn’t Louis. Leather would be a hot name.”

Mimi laughed. “Not as hot as Stimi,” she said before pulling him closer.

“No one’s as hot as us,” Stanley said before giving her a slow kiss that was interrupted when a snowball hit Stanley in the head.

Pulling away, Stanley looked over at Jake before bending down to scoop up a handful of snow. Soon the two…boys were in the middle of a snowball fight. Mimi and Heather shared a look and both started to laugh as the men they loved ran around, throwing snow at each other.

And for a brief moment, all four of them forgot about the trouble around them.

x-posted to stanleyandmimi, jake_heather, and jericho_fic

Fic Post - The Christmas List - Wes/Giles - PG

deviantfantasy — Mon, 04 Dec 2006 19:16:56 GMT

Title: The Christmas List
Pairing: Giles/Wesley
Word Count: 808
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-NFA
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t own the boys.
AN: For bethynyc and the open house at btvsats_love

The Christmas list had been written close to a month before, and placed on the icebox with a magnet. It wasn’t flashy, but quite practical. A little too practical for Giles’ liking. When he’d asked Wesley to give him some ideas for Christmas presents, he didn’t expect his lover to list such things as socks, shirts, and new boxers.

Giles didn’t question the list though and set off to find a gift on his own. His late night trips to the shops in downtown London never helped. He was at a complete loss as to what to buy the other man, and it worried him since it would be their first Christmas together.

It was a week before the holiday when Giles found himself in the loft of their home. His uncle had called, asking if he still had some old family papers so Giles ventured upstairs and began to look through the boxes. It was a complete mess though, since Wesley and him hadn’t found the time to properly organized anything since moving in.

After an hour of looking, Giles came upon a box he didn’t think was his but he still opened it to examine its contents. Inside was a tattered teddy bear, that missing one of its glass eyes, a small bag of marbles, and a stack of journals. Picking one of the journals up, Giles flipped through it. Even though the handwriting was neat, he knew it had been written by a child, and that child had been Wesley.

He didn’t read any of the entries though. Instead, he flipped to one of the earmarked pages, where he found a Christmas list, much like the one Wesley had placed on the icebox. Except, this one was different. At the bottom, in tiny letters, it said: Even though Father doesn’t think of me as good, perhaps if I get the Te’leck language right, I could get a train set.

Frowning, Giles flipped to the entry for Christmas. Wesley had learned the language but hadn’t gotten the train set. And he blamed himself. It was then that Giles knew what he was getting Wesley for Christmas.

Finding a train set, a real train set, so close to Christmas proved to be more difficult than it seemed. All of the shop were already sold-out, and Giles had to ask Willow for help. They finally found one through an online auction and it arrived two days before Christmas. He just hoped Wesley still wanted one.

***

“Rupert?” Wesley murmured as he rolled over on the bed. He cracked his eyes open to see the other man wasn’t there. Furrowing a brow, he sat up in bed and wondered where Giles had run off to. They had made plans to sleep in since it was the holiday.

Getting out of the bed, Wesley picked up his dressing gown and slipped it on before shuffling out of the bedroom and down the staircase. When he came upon their parlor, he saw Giles lying on the floor, asleep. His eyes then ticked over to the tree, where he saw a train track circling it. With a small smile, Wesley moved forward and kneeled down beside it.

The train was already on the track and ready to go. His fingers ran over the engine as he marveled at the small details. It reminded him of the train he’d taken as a child when he would visit his grandmother. Glancing toward the side, Wesley noticed the small control box and picked it up. Within seconds, the train was moving around the track. He watched as his disappeared behind the tree and reappear a few seconds later.

Giles stirred in his sleep and his eyes fluttered open. “It works?” he asked, not knowing if he’d followed the instructions right.

“Yes,” Wesley breathed, his eyes still on the train. “It’s rather amazing. Who’s it for?”

Giles pulled himself up and knelt beside Wesley. “It’s for you, love,” he said, his fingers running over the short hairs on the back of Wesley’s neck. The other man looked at him with wide eyes and Giles chuckled. “Don’t look so surprised.”

“I…I’m rather gobsmacked at the moment. I’ve always wanted one of these. I’d actually ordered one last year but cancelled it when Angel asked us to help him fight the Black Thorn. I didn’t know--”

“That doesn’t matter now, Wesley,” Giles whispered as he ran the back of his hand over the morning stubble on Wesley’s cheek.

Wesley smiled, something he’d been doing a lot of since falling in love with the other man. “Merry Christmas, Rupert,” he murmured before leaning forward. Their lips met for a slow and deep kiss.

When they parted, Giles touched his forehead against Wesley’s and smiled. “Merry Christmas to you too, Wesley,” he said before leaning forward to kiss him again.

Fic Post - Clock Strikes Twelve - Lilah/Wes/Fred - FRAO

deviantfantasy — Sun, 03 Dec 2006 05:27:59 GMT

Title: Clock Strikes Twelve
Pairing: Lilah/Wesley/Fred
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
Word Count: 485
Summary: No plot, just porn.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I’m just playing with them for a bit.
AN: For the lovely larakailyn, who requested Lilah/Wesley/Fred with the prompt New Year’s Eve. Also for this week’s open house at btvsats_love

The large clock in the middle of the room slowly ticked, counting down the last minutes of the year. Lilah glided by the cage that was holding the goats for the midnight sacrifice, and looked around the room. In one corner sat Wesley, the fallen Watcher, who’d taken his darkness to a new level since walking into the clutches of the Wolf, the Ram, and the Hart. And in the other corner was Fred, the fallen scientist, who’d traded in her innocence in order to play amongst the darkness only Lilah could provide.

Setting her drink down, Lilah moved across the room, making sure to make eye contact with the both of them before walking out. They’d gotten good at silently communicating with each other and she knew both Wes and Fred would be following her out sooner or later.

Lilah went to the room Fred had suggested they get in case the party got boring. She’d just removed her dress when the door opened, and Wesley and Fred stepped in. More silent communication, and soon the three were without clothes and on the bed.

Wes laid on his back, his hard cock pressed against his stomach as Fred moved between his open legs. She lubed her fingers before slipping them inside of him, stretching him out as his moans echoed off the walls. Lilah kneeled beside them, smirking as she thought about how she needed to find a suitable man for Wes to play with in the future.

Once Wesley’s tight hole was stretched out, Fred leaned forward and engulfed his cock with her mouth. He groaned and bucked up, his fingers tangling in her dark locks.

Lilah moved closer, her fingernails scraping down Fred’s back and ass. She dipped them further down and ran a finger through the other woman’s wet folds before pressing it against her clit. Wesley did the same to Lilah and soon she was finger fucking Fred, as Wesley finger fucked her.

The competition between them began as they worked to be the first to make their selected counterpart come. Pants, moans, and muttered curses filled the room as they continued their assaults on each other.

Wes was the first to let go as his body tightened and then shuddered, his warm release flooding Fred’s eager mouth. Then it was Fred’s turn, followed closely by Lilah’s. With ragged breaths, all three collapsed on the bed, just as the clock began to chime, signaling the beginning of a new year.

“I won,” Fred merely said, her body squeezed between her partners.

“You haven’t won yet,” Lilah said as she pinned Fred’s arms above her head. She smirked over at Wesley before looking down again.

The night was still young, and Lilah wasn’t finished with the two of them just yet. And, she knew she’d never be done with them, for there was more darkness for her to lead them to.