Prompt Answers
Here are the drabbles from the prompt request from a bit ago. Sorry it's taken so long to get these done, but here they are. Enjoy!
Title: My Black Heart
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow, Riley
Rating: R-NC-17
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Riley doesn’t trust Willow once he finds out she’s gone evil.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I like playing in Joss’ meadows.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for velvetwhip who asked for Willow/Riley with a heavy dose of angst/dark. Enjoy hun!
My Black Heart
It was admittedly difficult for him to reconcile the image he held in his mind with the one that lay before him now in the flesh. The red hair was gone, replaced with black - the color of her cold heart. He had been taken aback when he’d received Buffy’s rushed and panicked call - nearly hadn’t believed her, but it had been true. He saw that now.
Willow, sweet and innocent, turned now into a cold-blooded killer.
She was heavily sedated on the table - the IV drip hanging there as a testament. It was the only way to keep her down. Just a thought, a whispered word, a wave of her hand - any of these could bring them down in an instant. And that scared him. It frightened him to the very core of his being that this … girl could bring about his destruction when a thousand demons had tried their own hand and lost.
The sound of metal being drawn from its sheath echoed in the sterile room. Light refracted off the blade, making light dance along the pristine walls. And, as the blade sailed through the air, it sang just before hitting its mark.
Title: Wind in the House of Cards
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: Underworld
Spoilers: First movie only.
Pairing: Erika, Michael
Rating: PG
Summary: Erika finds Michael in the interrogation room and has a proposition for him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for Rileysaplank who asked for Erika/Michael from Underworld.
Wind in the House of Cards
The sterile smell of the room, coupled with blood and death and decay offended her, but she pushed forward. The building itself had been old, ragged and worn by time and neglect, but the room, the room was of their making, and yet it felt so strange. But it must be done, she had to do something. Or it would all be for nothing.
“Who’s there?” the little human turned wolf cried out. She stifled a giggle. His fear was thick upon the air.
“You may call me … a friend,” Erika said, keeping to the shadows of the doorway lest he see her truly.
“I’ve had enough friends, thanks,” he said petulantly. Humans, she thought, how very quaint in their thought that they matter so much.
“Seduce her, take her away from here,” Erika said, getting to the point. “Does not matter where or how, just do it.”
“Who?”
“Selene.”
Title: Topsy Turvy
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Drusilla, Xander
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Blood
Summary: Drusilla cannot erase the memory of her love, however fake it had been, of Xander.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written Kseenaa who asked for Drusilla/Xander.
Topsy Turvy
Her skin crawled with the remembered power, the spell gone wrong. But it hadn’t gone wrong, not so wrong. She’d found a kitten, she had. All doe eyes and red veins. All hers. Her heart, had it a beat to move with, would sing out for him. As it was, her mind reeled with the futures laid before them, before him. So many paths, so many ways to go and so many ways to die. But death was not his to have, no, she knew this, just as she had not truly died, but come to live again. So would her kitten.
Title: Stolen Moments
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow/Giles
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Willow and Giles try to steal as many moments as possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for Oreadno1, who asked for some smutty Willow/Giles. Hope this fits the bill!
Stolen Moments
i.
Five minutes - maybe more, maybe less. Most likely less, they knew that. His stubble scraped against the tender flesh of her inner thigh, causing her to moan softly in the storage room below. Any moment now, she thought, any moment and more than just the rest of the gang would be bursting forth into the shop.
ii.
He had every right to look at her with disgust - more than every right. But she had her own demons now, and they saw the world without her rose-tinted glasses. The lack of training, the lack of guidance. He claimed love, and yet he let her be dragged down into the trenches dripping with blood and decay. Her love, her lover - left her to her own demise. She’d touched that energy, knew it intimately, and yet now, in this state, it felt foreign. She’d give anything to feel the warmth again.
iii.
The world tried to wear them down, cutting and cutting until there was nothing left but ragged edges and raw nerves. They were at each other’s throat, barking and fighting, howling pain and sand washed wounds. It hurt to be away, it hurt to be together. And nothing, nothing could ease those wounds, not in her eyes. But he did try. Brought balm and cool touches, soft songs and beautiful roses, anything to escape the death around them. Anything to make it easier to lose the one person they both loved. Buffy.
iv.
Already they felt as though they’d lived a lifetime. War worn and weary from travel. The threat was gone, nothing more than a crater full of dust. And they were left to live on. To move on until their feet could not carry them, until the weight of the world pressed in on them once more. However, for this moment - this blip in time - they were free, light and full of life. They’d survived.
v.
The vows were simple, the crowd small - their friends gathered round to witness the best day of their lives. White was everywhere, though it had long since left her locks, returning them to the copper shine they’d always been. That was a small comfort. It was almost surreal, to be there, in front of the Minister - after all that had gone on in their lives, this was the last place they’d expected to end up. But there they were.
“I do,” Willow whispered, her smile radiant even through the veil that separated them.
“As do I,” Giles said, unable to stop the flow of tears as he finally removed the veil and kissed his bride.
Title: Bit of Bubbly
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Spike/Fred
Rating: R
Summary: Spike finds the company hottub and something more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for cafedemonde who asked for Spike/Fred, W&H hottub, and mocking.
Bit of Bubbly
There was simply something unnerving about a quiet office at night, once all the people’d run off home and the lights had all gone off. It was never anything tangible, but there in the air, so he could very nearly taste it. That … emptiness, if it had a flavor.
As a ghost he’d been the one to haunt, to tease, torture, and frighten the little ones. Now that he had his old body back, he was stuck to walking and using doors again. Not that it was a terrible inconvenience, but it did lack a certain panache he was used to. Besides, what fun was it to give the Great Gelled One notice like that, clobbering up the stairs in his heavy boots instead of light as air.
Either way, he needed new ways to annoy Angel. Something to pass the time.
Turning the corner, Spike slowed his steps. He didn’t recognize the hallway before him, or the door at the end there. Months he’d spent haunting this building, and not once had he seen such a thing. Though, he had to concede he hadn’t seen or visited every inch of Wolfram and Hart.
The scent drifting through the corridor was different, chlorine and chemicals. A soft sound of a motor and water being pushed and moved and pumped floated out to greet him as he got closer. A pool, he thought? Possibly, though why it would be on the third floor instead of the ground floor was a bit beyond him.
Quiet as could be he opened the door and slipped into the softly lit room. Candles decorated the place, giving off a subtle hint of vanilla under the strong chemical odor. But, on top of it all was another scent, female. A smile curved his lips as he stepped through another small doorway and down a few stairs. There in the center of the room was a hot tub, big enough for twenty, and all alone to one side was dear, sweet Fred.
“Well, ‘ello there love,” Spike said. He chuckled as the young woman’s eyes snapped open and her hands flew to cover what had been naked moments before. “Come on now, that’s not fair.”
“Spike,” Fred squeaked. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“Fancied a stroll and found this little place,” Spike said, standing up slowly. He removed his jacket and laid it on a bench along the left wall before crouching. Slowly, eyes never leaving her, he began undoing the laces. “Been ages since I’ve soaked in one of these.”
“But, well, can’t you do it some other time?” she asked.
“No.”
“I was here first.”
“And?”
Title: Blood and Fangs
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Angel/Willow
Rating: R
Summary: Willow wants a piercing and inevitably finds danger in even the simplest of things.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for Rua1412 who asked for some Willow/Angel with peircing.
Blood and Fangs
She wasn’t exactly sure why she was doing this. It wasn’t really something she’d ever considered before. Honestly, she couldn’t remember getting her ear’s pierced the first time. Which either meant it had been traumatic enough for her small child’s brain to push it out and forget, or it’d been inconsequential enough that it didn’t stick in her mind.
Willow hoped for the latter.
The woman fluttered about her, opening this and setting aside that. She heard her, but Willow refused to open her eyes. She knew it was childish, but her white knuckles belied her nervousness.
“Second set, huh?” the woman asked, breaking Willow out of her inner thoughts.
“What? Oh, yeah.”
“Just stay still sweetie, let me put these dots on here and see where they sit.”
The harsh smell of rubbing alcohol had Willow scrunching her nose, and the feel of the woman’s breath on her ear while she tried to dry the solution sent shivers down her spine. It was an odd combo, mixing in with her nerves and such, and she felt slightly disorientated.
“Just stay still,” the woman said, her breath against Willow’s neck now. “Very, very still.”
Suddenly a crash of glass and a hiss from somewhere and Willow’s eyes snapped open - in front of her was Angel fighting a vampire. But where then had the lady gone? She watched with intense eyes, and some confusion, the fight before her. Willow called out warnings where she saw danger, and smiled triumphantly as the vampire turned to dust at Angel’s hand.
“Thanks!” she cried, running to him and wrapping arms tight as her frail body could around him. “But wait, where’s the lady?”
Silently, Angel pointed to the dust at their feet.
“You mean …”
“You were to be pierced, and not in the way you wished.”
Title: My Black Heart
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow, Riley
Rating: R-NC-17
Warnings: Character Death
Summary: Riley doesn’t trust Willow once he finds out she’s gone evil.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I like playing in Joss’ meadows.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for velvetwhip who asked for Willow/Riley with a heavy dose of angst/dark. Enjoy hun!
My Black Heart
It was admittedly difficult for him to reconcile the image he held in his mind with the one that lay before him now in the flesh. The red hair was gone, replaced with black - the color of her cold heart. He had been taken aback when he’d received Buffy’s rushed and panicked call - nearly hadn’t believed her, but it had been true. He saw that now.
Willow, sweet and innocent, turned now into a cold-blooded killer.
She was heavily sedated on the table - the IV drip hanging there as a testament. It was the only way to keep her down. Just a thought, a whispered word, a wave of her hand - any of these could bring them down in an instant. And that scared him. It frightened him to the very core of his being that this … girl could bring about his destruction when a thousand demons had tried their own hand and lost.
The sound of metal being drawn from its sheath echoed in the sterile room. Light refracted off the blade, making light dance along the pristine walls. And, as the blade sailed through the air, it sang just before hitting its mark.
Title: Wind in the House of Cards
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: Underworld
Spoilers: First movie only.
Pairing: Erika, Michael
Rating: PG
Summary: Erika finds Michael in the interrogation room and has a proposition for him.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for Rileysaplank who asked for Erika/Michael from Underworld.
Wind in the House of Cards
The sterile smell of the room, coupled with blood and death and decay offended her, but she pushed forward. The building itself had been old, ragged and worn by time and neglect, but the room, the room was of their making, and yet it felt so strange. But it must be done, she had to do something. Or it would all be for nothing.
“Who’s there?” the little human turned wolf cried out. She stifled a giggle. His fear was thick upon the air.
“You may call me … a friend,” Erika said, keeping to the shadows of the doorway lest he see her truly.
“I’ve had enough friends, thanks,” he said petulantly. Humans, she thought, how very quaint in their thought that they matter so much.
“Seduce her, take her away from here,” Erika said, getting to the point. “Does not matter where or how, just do it.”
“Who?”
“Selene.”
Title: Topsy Turvy
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Drusilla, Xander
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Blood
Summary: Drusilla cannot erase the memory of her love, however fake it had been, of Xander.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written Kseenaa who asked for Drusilla/Xander.
Topsy Turvy
Her skin crawled with the remembered power, the spell gone wrong. But it hadn’t gone wrong, not so wrong. She’d found a kitten, she had. All doe eyes and red veins. All hers. Her heart, had it a beat to move with, would sing out for him. As it was, her mind reeled with the futures laid before them, before him. So many paths, so many ways to go and so many ways to die. But death was not his to have, no, she knew this, just as she had not truly died, but come to live again. So would her kitten.
Title: Stolen Moments
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Willow/Giles
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Willow and Giles try to steal as many moments as possible.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for Oreadno1, who asked for some smutty Willow/Giles. Hope this fits the bill!
Stolen Moments
i.
Five minutes - maybe more, maybe less. Most likely less, they knew that. His stubble scraped against the tender flesh of her inner thigh, causing her to moan softly in the storage room below. Any moment now, she thought, any moment and more than just the rest of the gang would be bursting forth into the shop.
ii.
He had every right to look at her with disgust - more than every right. But she had her own demons now, and they saw the world without her rose-tinted glasses. The lack of training, the lack of guidance. He claimed love, and yet he let her be dragged down into the trenches dripping with blood and decay. Her love, her lover - left her to her own demise. She’d touched that energy, knew it intimately, and yet now, in this state, it felt foreign. She’d give anything to feel the warmth again.
iii.
The world tried to wear them down, cutting and cutting until there was nothing left but ragged edges and raw nerves. They were at each other’s throat, barking and fighting, howling pain and sand washed wounds. It hurt to be away, it hurt to be together. And nothing, nothing could ease those wounds, not in her eyes. But he did try. Brought balm and cool touches, soft songs and beautiful roses, anything to escape the death around them. Anything to make it easier to lose the one person they both loved. Buffy.
iv.
Already they felt as though they’d lived a lifetime. War worn and weary from travel. The threat was gone, nothing more than a crater full of dust. And they were left to live on. To move on until their feet could not carry them, until the weight of the world pressed in on them once more. However, for this moment - this blip in time - they were free, light and full of life. They’d survived.
v.
The vows were simple, the crowd small - their friends gathered round to witness the best day of their lives. White was everywhere, though it had long since left her locks, returning them to the copper shine they’d always been. That was a small comfort. It was almost surreal, to be there, in front of the Minister - after all that had gone on in their lives, this was the last place they’d expected to end up. But there they were.
“I do,” Willow whispered, her smile radiant even through the veil that separated them.
“As do I,” Giles said, unable to stop the flow of tears as he finally removed the veil and kissed his bride.
Title: Bit of Bubbly
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Spike/Fred
Rating: R
Summary: Spike finds the company hottub and something more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for cafedemonde who asked for Spike/Fred, W&H hottub, and mocking.
Bit of Bubbly
There was simply something unnerving about a quiet office at night, once all the people’d run off home and the lights had all gone off. It was never anything tangible, but there in the air, so he could very nearly taste it. That … emptiness, if it had a flavor.
As a ghost he’d been the one to haunt, to tease, torture, and frighten the little ones. Now that he had his old body back, he was stuck to walking and using doors again. Not that it was a terrible inconvenience, but it did lack a certain panache he was used to. Besides, what fun was it to give the Great Gelled One notice like that, clobbering up the stairs in his heavy boots instead of light as air.
Either way, he needed new ways to annoy Angel. Something to pass the time.
Turning the corner, Spike slowed his steps. He didn’t recognize the hallway before him, or the door at the end there. Months he’d spent haunting this building, and not once had he seen such a thing. Though, he had to concede he hadn’t seen or visited every inch of Wolfram and Hart.
The scent drifting through the corridor was different, chlorine and chemicals. A soft sound of a motor and water being pushed and moved and pumped floated out to greet him as he got closer. A pool, he thought? Possibly, though why it would be on the third floor instead of the ground floor was a bit beyond him.
Quiet as could be he opened the door and slipped into the softly lit room. Candles decorated the place, giving off a subtle hint of vanilla under the strong chemical odor. But, on top of it all was another scent, female. A smile curved his lips as he stepped through another small doorway and down a few stairs. There in the center of the room was a hot tub, big enough for twenty, and all alone to one side was dear, sweet Fred.
“Well, ‘ello there love,” Spike said. He chuckled as the young woman’s eyes snapped open and her hands flew to cover what had been naked moments before. “Come on now, that’s not fair.”
“Spike,” Fred squeaked. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“Fancied a stroll and found this little place,” Spike said, standing up slowly. He removed his jacket and laid it on a bench along the left wall before crouching. Slowly, eyes never leaving her, he began undoing the laces. “Been ages since I’ve soaked in one of these.”
“But, well, can’t you do it some other time?” she asked.
“No.”
“I was here first.”
“And?”
Title: Blood and Fangs
Author: claudia6913
Fandom: AtS
Pairing: Angel/Willow
Rating: R
Summary: Willow wants a piercing and inevitably finds danger in even the simplest of things.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I merely play in the fertile imagination of others.
Distribution: fandeyth - others ask.
Author’s Note: Written for Rua1412 who asked for some Willow/Angel with peircing.
Blood and Fangs
She wasn’t exactly sure why she was doing this. It wasn’t really something she’d ever considered before. Honestly, she couldn’t remember getting her ear’s pierced the first time. Which either meant it had been traumatic enough for her small child’s brain to push it out and forget, or it’d been inconsequential enough that it didn’t stick in her mind.
Willow hoped for the latter.
The woman fluttered about her, opening this and setting aside that. She heard her, but Willow refused to open her eyes. She knew it was childish, but her white knuckles belied her nervousness.
“Second set, huh?” the woman asked, breaking Willow out of her inner thoughts.
“What? Oh, yeah.”
“Just stay still sweetie, let me put these dots on here and see where they sit.”
The harsh smell of rubbing alcohol had Willow scrunching her nose, and the feel of the woman’s breath on her ear while she tried to dry the solution sent shivers down her spine. It was an odd combo, mixing in with her nerves and such, and she felt slightly disorientated.
“Just stay still,” the woman said, her breath against Willow’s neck now. “Very, very still.”
Suddenly a crash of glass and a hiss from somewhere and Willow’s eyes snapped open - in front of her was Angel fighting a vampire. But where then had the lady gone? She watched with intense eyes, and some confusion, the fight before her. Willow called out warnings where she saw danger, and smiled triumphantly as the vampire turned to dust at Angel’s hand.
“Thanks!” she cried, running to him and wrapping arms tight as her frail body could around him. “But wait, where’s the lady?”
Silently, Angel pointed to the dust at their feet.
“You mean …”
“You were to be pierced, and not in the way you wished.”