Drabbles and Requests...
Okay, here are some drabbles I did a while back. I figured I'd post some Buffy related stuff before my flist abandons me!
Drabble 1:
For: redwulf50
Summary: Spike has the spuffy dream from "Out of my Mind" in season 2 instead of season 5.
Spike woke up gasping for breath. His dark goddess with sleeping next to him, undisturbed, her body as still as death. He was stretched hard underneath the jeans Dru had insisted he wore to bed. She didn't want to play and refuse to come even close to him unless he was clothed.
He gritted his teeth as he tried to will the reaction to the dream away, but the second he thought about it, all the sensations and reactions happened again. He was buggered. The Slayer's scent was all around him, filling him up, bathing him like sunshine. Because that's what she was. Sunshine, with the slightest smidge of death. It was intoxicating.
No way was he going to get to sleep like this. Spike turned towards Drusilla, contemplating waking her, but she'd been in a foul mood, who knew what she'd try to do if he woke her from her dreams with the pixies and all that rot.
There was only one solution to all of this. He'd meet up with the Goldilocks and settle this once and for all. It wasn't right and no way was Spike in love with the blonde chit. For a slayer she was a looker, but that was it. Anything else was just his play into the attraction and the challenge she presented.
Spike slid to the edge of the bed, jammed his boots on, and grabbed his duster. All he needed was a spot of violence. It always did the trick. And if he just happened to met up with the Slayer, he'd show her who's boss, because no way in hell would she get to be the one on top.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 2:
For: oldgreymare
Summary: After the fight in the lane at the end of season 5 ATS. Everybody is dead except Spike and Illyria.
Utter silence filled the alley as the last demon fell, a sword protruding from its chest. Spike wiped his brow, his hand coming away heavy with blood and demon goo. His jacket was hanging in shreds and his clothes were trashed, but they had done it. They had defeated the Black Thorn and all that was unleashed upon the town of LA. But it wasn’t done without losing some.
The black clouds above his heads began to shift, soon becoming a light grey. When the rain began to fall again, it wasn't heavy as it had been before, but a soft downfall. Spike turned his head towards the sky and let the falling water wash away all the pain and grim from the fight. He could feel the cool liquid seep into every pore of his body and clear everything away.
"It is done."
"Yeah Blue, it's done."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 3:
For: athenewolfe
Summary: A drabble with a romantic twist for Nikole (from Always There)
Sometime ago in London...
Nikole paused outside the door, smoothing her hair down and pulling her shirt down so it set perfectly in place. It was hard for a girl to look good without being able to check in the mirror, but she did her best.
She could feel all the hearts beating on the other side of the room. Their heat filling the small space and through it all, she could feel him, pin point him out. She could close her eyes and his scent alone could lead her, giving her sight that didn't need eyes.
She opened the door and walked past the doorman, giving him a polite nod and allowing him to take the heavy coat she was wearing. Nikole ventured further into the room and could feel his eyes on her before she even saw him. Someone he always knew, just like she always knew.
He stood and began to walk the short distance to her. His dark brown hair fell into his eyes, temporarily hiding their clear grey color. His board shoulders filled the jacket of his tweed suit and the knowledge seen within his face gave him a presence that all noticed. He stopped just short of her, his rich scent filling her, creating a growing warm inside.
"Good evening, my lady," he greeted, taken her right hand and laying a chaste kiss on her knuckle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 4:
For: kid_viciously
Summary: Spike POV drabble right after Dead Things
Pain.
That's all his face was. But it had been worth it, because it was for her, all for her, just like everything was. He was willing to be her anything if it helped her.
But had it? Had she gained anything from it other than another nightmare? He wasn't sure, and these were the thoughts that kept him up every night, at least metaphorically speaking. He was doing his best to try to help, to try and fix her, but maybe it wasn't enough? Maybe he wasn't enough?
No.
He had to be. Because there was no one else. There was only him.
But somehow in the end, you always hurt the one you love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 5:
For: andylee_baboo
Summary: A belated b-day present. Xander tells Buffy that Spike's the guy for her.
Xander had heard the whole thing. He'd chased after Buffy, cornering her in the abandoned warehouse and tried to figure out how to guide her in this big tangled web.
"Buffy, if you go after Riley you're going to be making the biggest mistake of your life. It's Spike you should be going after, and I really can't believe I just said that," he trailed off as the epiphany the size of Mount Everest hit him. The whole double standard with Anya and Spike, the way they took what Riley said without questioning it, his own bigotry when it came to vampires. It all smashed down on him like a ton of bricks.
"Huh?" Buffy articulated.
Xander struggled for a moment before just speaking his thoughts aloud, figuring that would be the easiest way to explain. "Look, I know it sounds odd, especially coming from me, but Spike is the one for you Buffy. I know we bash on him but look at him without the cloudy glasses Riley has slipped over your eyes. Spike knew about what was happening and told you about it to save you from being hurt. And as much as it pains me to say this, Spike isn't that bad of a guy. He can help with the slaying and he isn't half the jerk Riley is. Buffy, if you go after Riley you're going to regret it, just the same as if you don't try this thing out with Spike, you're going to regret it forever. Now go and see if you can make one vamp happy who actually deserves it."
"You're serious?" Buffy asked, peering out from under her lashes.
"Yup," he conceded, rocking on his heels.
That was all Buffy needed to know that if she wanted things to work out with Spike, the biggest obstacle has already been crossed.
"Thank Xander," she said, brushing a kiss on his cheek and racing out the door. She had a certain pain in the butt blonde to find and maybe actually make his day...for once.
Mini continuation 1:
For: kargrif
The euphoria she was feeling was nothing compared to what she knew she was going to feel when she had Spike's lips on her. No way could she have forgotten the way his soft lips felt on hers.
Buffy ran all the way to Restfield cemetery, not stopping until she was at the door of Spike's crypt. Taking a deep breath, she slammed open the door in her usual slayer style, gaining the attention of the vamp inside.
"Slayer," he acknowledge with a slight bob of his head, expecting any moment for her to come over and rip it off.
"Spike."
"So you here to finish the job?"
"Of course," she answered, coming at him.
Spike braced himself for the staking her was going to get but refused to close his eyes. They did of course close when Buffy wrapped herself around him and began to kiss him.
Mini continuation 2:
For: basilio_the_cat
Hot.
That was the only thought to penetrate Spike's mind. With the Slayer wrapping her luscious self around him and kissing him like he was oxygen, he was lucky even to come up with one monosyllabic word.
He growled against her as her probing tongue glided over the sheaths of his fangs and she pulled back for air.
"You're playing with fire, kitten," he mumbled against her lips.
Buffy gave a coy smile and a giggle to go along with it. "Hmm.. yeah, but remember, fire pretty."
And then she resumed kissing him; and who was he to complain?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I'm taking drabble requests. I'll do Spuffy ones, or POV drabbles, or anything from my stories. No slash. I'll do any friendship pairings though. I'll also do a continuation of any the drabbles here.
Or request an icon. Give me a link to any cap(s) and tell me what text you want. And I mean anything from any fandom. I'm not restricting it to Buffy. Or give me a text icon you want. Whatever.
Can anyone tell I'm bored?
ETA: Two continuations added to #5!
Drabble 1:
For: redwulf50
Summary: Spike has the spuffy dream from "Out of my Mind" in season 2 instead of season 5.
Spike woke up gasping for breath. His dark goddess with sleeping next to him, undisturbed, her body as still as death. He was stretched hard underneath the jeans Dru had insisted he wore to bed. She didn't want to play and refuse to come even close to him unless he was clothed.
He gritted his teeth as he tried to will the reaction to the dream away, but the second he thought about it, all the sensations and reactions happened again. He was buggered. The Slayer's scent was all around him, filling him up, bathing him like sunshine. Because that's what she was. Sunshine, with the slightest smidge of death. It was intoxicating.
No way was he going to get to sleep like this. Spike turned towards Drusilla, contemplating waking her, but she'd been in a foul mood, who knew what she'd try to do if he woke her from her dreams with the pixies and all that rot.
There was only one solution to all of this. He'd meet up with the Goldilocks and settle this once and for all. It wasn't right and no way was Spike in love with the blonde chit. For a slayer she was a looker, but that was it. Anything else was just his play into the attraction and the challenge she presented.
Spike slid to the edge of the bed, jammed his boots on, and grabbed his duster. All he needed was a spot of violence. It always did the trick. And if he just happened to met up with the Slayer, he'd show her who's boss, because no way in hell would she get to be the one on top.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 2:
For: oldgreymare
Summary: After the fight in the lane at the end of season 5 ATS. Everybody is dead except Spike and Illyria.
Utter silence filled the alley as the last demon fell, a sword protruding from its chest. Spike wiped his brow, his hand coming away heavy with blood and demon goo. His jacket was hanging in shreds and his clothes were trashed, but they had done it. They had defeated the Black Thorn and all that was unleashed upon the town of LA. But it wasn’t done without losing some.
The black clouds above his heads began to shift, soon becoming a light grey. When the rain began to fall again, it wasn't heavy as it had been before, but a soft downfall. Spike turned his head towards the sky and let the falling water wash away all the pain and grim from the fight. He could feel the cool liquid seep into every pore of his body and clear everything away.
"It is done."
"Yeah Blue, it's done."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 3:
For: athenewolfe
Summary: A drabble with a romantic twist for Nikole (from Always There)
Sometime ago in London...
Nikole paused outside the door, smoothing her hair down and pulling her shirt down so it set perfectly in place. It was hard for a girl to look good without being able to check in the mirror, but she did her best.
She could feel all the hearts beating on the other side of the room. Their heat filling the small space and through it all, she could feel him, pin point him out. She could close her eyes and his scent alone could lead her, giving her sight that didn't need eyes.
She opened the door and walked past the doorman, giving him a polite nod and allowing him to take the heavy coat she was wearing. Nikole ventured further into the room and could feel his eyes on her before she even saw him. Someone he always knew, just like she always knew.
He stood and began to walk the short distance to her. His dark brown hair fell into his eyes, temporarily hiding their clear grey color. His board shoulders filled the jacket of his tweed suit and the knowledge seen within his face gave him a presence that all noticed. He stopped just short of her, his rich scent filling her, creating a growing warm inside.
"Good evening, my lady," he greeted, taken her right hand and laying a chaste kiss on her knuckle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 4:
For: kid_viciously
Summary: Spike POV drabble right after Dead Things
Pain.
That's all his face was. But it had been worth it, because it was for her, all for her, just like everything was. He was willing to be her anything if it helped her.
But had it? Had she gained anything from it other than another nightmare? He wasn't sure, and these were the thoughts that kept him up every night, at least metaphorically speaking. He was doing his best to try to help, to try and fix her, but maybe it wasn't enough? Maybe he wasn't enough?
No.
He had to be. Because there was no one else. There was only him.
But somehow in the end, you always hurt the one you love.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Drabble 5:
For: andylee_baboo
Summary: A belated b-day present. Xander tells Buffy that Spike's the guy for her.
Xander had heard the whole thing. He'd chased after Buffy, cornering her in the abandoned warehouse and tried to figure out how to guide her in this big tangled web.
"Buffy, if you go after Riley you're going to be making the biggest mistake of your life. It's Spike you should be going after, and I really can't believe I just said that," he trailed off as the epiphany the size of Mount Everest hit him. The whole double standard with Anya and Spike, the way they took what Riley said without questioning it, his own bigotry when it came to vampires. It all smashed down on him like a ton of bricks.
"Huh?" Buffy articulated.
Xander struggled for a moment before just speaking his thoughts aloud, figuring that would be the easiest way to explain. "Look, I know it sounds odd, especially coming from me, but Spike is the one for you Buffy. I know we bash on him but look at him without the cloudy glasses Riley has slipped over your eyes. Spike knew about what was happening and told you about it to save you from being hurt. And as much as it pains me to say this, Spike isn't that bad of a guy. He can help with the slaying and he isn't half the jerk Riley is. Buffy, if you go after Riley you're going to regret it, just the same as if you don't try this thing out with Spike, you're going to regret it forever. Now go and see if you can make one vamp happy who actually deserves it."
"You're serious?" Buffy asked, peering out from under her lashes.
"Yup," he conceded, rocking on his heels.
That was all Buffy needed to know that if she wanted things to work out with Spike, the biggest obstacle has already been crossed.
"Thank Xander," she said, brushing a kiss on his cheek and racing out the door. She had a certain pain in the butt blonde to find and maybe actually make his day...for once.
Mini continuation 1:
For: kargrif
The euphoria she was feeling was nothing compared to what she knew she was going to feel when she had Spike's lips on her. No way could she have forgotten the way his soft lips felt on hers.
Buffy ran all the way to Restfield cemetery, not stopping until she was at the door of Spike's crypt. Taking a deep breath, she slammed open the door in her usual slayer style, gaining the attention of the vamp inside.
"Slayer," he acknowledge with a slight bob of his head, expecting any moment for her to come over and rip it off.
"Spike."
"So you here to finish the job?"
"Of course," she answered, coming at him.
Spike braced himself for the staking her was going to get but refused to close his eyes. They did of course close when Buffy wrapped herself around him and began to kiss him.
Mini continuation 2:
For: basilio_the_cat
Hot.
That was the only thought to penetrate Spike's mind. With the Slayer wrapping her luscious self around him and kissing him like he was oxygen, he was lucky even to come up with one monosyllabic word.
He growled against her as her probing tongue glided over the sheaths of his fangs and she pulled back for air.
"You're playing with fire, kitten," he mumbled against her lips.
Buffy gave a coy smile and a giggle to go along with it. "Hmm.. yeah, but remember, fire pretty."
And then she resumed kissing him; and who was he to complain?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I'm taking drabble requests. I'll do Spuffy ones, or POV drabbles, or anything from my stories. No slash. I'll do any friendship pairings though. I'll also do a continuation of any the drabbles here.
Or request an icon. Give me a link to any cap(s) and tell me what text you want. And I mean anything from any fandom. I'm not restricting it to Buffy. Or give me a text icon you want. Whatever.
Can anyone tell I'm bored?
ETA: Two continuations added to #5!