Crossposted to open_on_sunday
I am so out of practice, when it comes to writing in English, and my memory of the show is getting hazier, but I thought: Let's try a little drabble anyway...
Set during S2.
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Earning Giles’s forgiveness was harder than turning lead to gold. Ethan knew, he’d tried both.

Trying to blow Giles after Randall’s funeral had been a mistake, ( Read more... )

Fandom: Firefly, pre-Serenity the Movie
Characters: Shepard Book
Rating: PG
Summary: Christmas is approaching

Out in the black, time is a relative thing. Serenity has her own clock and calendar, just like all the other objects in space, like planets, moons and ships. Course, there’s also Cortex time, but Book ain’t willing to base the observances of ( Read more... )

Fandom: Potterverse Winter 1971
Rating: -
Summary: Christmas at Hogwarts

First year
Staying at school over the Christmas holidays isn’t so bad. No shouting, no abuse. Sausages and grilled mushrooms for breakfast and scones with jam for tea.  Not like the scraps he got at home.

And there’s so much to do. He explores drafty corridors, climbs stairs that ( Read more... )

Fandom: Potterverse Winter 1991
Characters: Albus Dumbledore
Rating: PG
Summary: “Your father left this in my possession before he died.”

Christmas Gift

He hasn’t touched the cloak in years, not since James lent it to him. The fabric feels as soft and silvery as ever, brand-new. Not at all like an artifact of legend. Not at all like an object ( Read more... )

Fandom: BtVS, post-S4; pre-Chosen
Characters: Mrs. Osborn, Oz
Rating: PG
Summary: Christmas is approaching

Postcards

The questioning always starts around Thanksgiving and lasts well into December. “Have you heard from Danny? Still in China, is he?” the neighbors ask. And: “Will he be home for Christmas this year?”

Pitying glances, when she answers that ( Read more... )

„Tell me,“ Ethan said, mapping Spike’s eyebrow with sensitive fingertips. “Did you get this scar before you were turned?”

Spike lay still. “First Slayer I killed nicked my brow. Wound never healed. Later found out her sword was enchanted.”

“What about this one?” Ethan picked up Spike’s left hand to trace the thin scar inside his palm.

“Christmas ( Read more... )

“Spike!”

“Got a place to crash?”

He’s standing on Giles’s doormat, huddled under a blanket, emitting wisps of smoke into in a golden November sunrise.

Giles sighs. “Come in.”

Spike smells slightly singed, as he brushes past him.

“How d’you know my address?” Giles moves through the living room to draw the curtains.

Shrug.

“Are you dripping blood on ( Read more... )

It doesn’t happen often. The dreams are not all nightmares; they don’t always end with Ethan’s blood splattered across the wall. Yet, even the good ones leave Giles aching with regret.

This time, he jerks awake with crimson images scattering like crows. Christmas morning. The house is silent. Maybe he should have accepted Buffy’s invitation.

He ( Read more... )

My third advent drabble (by the way, you can still post prompts, just go back three posts) and my first ever fic in the SCC fandom. I shamelessly stole the first line from the title of a Philip K. Dick novel.
For justhuman who asked for Sarah and Cameron, with "choices" as a prompt. Sorry, I kind of lost sight of your initial prompt while tinkering with this ( Read more... )

“Angel! Fancy finding you here!” Spike slips into his booth.

Angel stares at his drink. “Go away! Pretend you don’t know me.”

Beat.

“’Lo, Sunshine. Buy you a drink? Say, haven’t I seen you before?”

“Spike!”

“What?”

Thud! Something drops to the floor. Suddenly, a boot-less foot is unerringly sneaking up the inside of Angel’s leg, heading for his ( Read more... )