-Is it so wrong of me to want a story with Connor and Angel, where the young, hip barista thinks it so sweet that someone as young, hot and rich as the football-shouldered pale guy in leather still takes his 70-year-old blue-eyed grandfather (he looks like Peter O'Toole. Is that wrong?) out for coffee every Tuesday ( Read more... )

Title: No Need For Cake Or Flowers
Rating: violent.
Length: short. 350 words.
Disclaimer: Title is Jill Tracy, Diabolical Streak, "Let's Spend an Evil Night Together". Nothing gets more Spike/Dru than that song.
A/N: This isn't really a fic. It's more like stream of consciousness. You might find it fun, so I share...but it's not a fic fic.

( No Need For Cake Or Flowers )

What: A Jossverse poem, free verse, very very short.
Why: for stultiloquentia, because she always rocks my world.
A/N: I suck at poetry. But it's fun to try.

( Prerequisites )

Title: Down There In The Reeperbahn
Length: Around 2,000 words again. Yay!
Rating: Hard R or NC-17.
Warnings: Um, everything? Slash, rape, and pedophilia but very non-graphic. Implications of incest, but strangely metaphoric. Um, cross-dressing? The kitchen sink.
Disclaimer: Uses dialogue from AtS S1.15, 3.8, 3.9, 4.1, and 4.22. Title is from ( Read more... )