Arrant Nonsense

Um, sort of. Two of them are actual drabbles. Remember my call for prompts because of my little flamer? Well, I've cheated a bit and combined a couple of the prompts, but...eh. I have a ficathon entry to work on, and another one to figure out a title and summary for.

Anywho. Fic. Yeah.

( Cecropia Moth )

( Rabbit Season )( Movie Night )( Games )( Lure )

*sigh* It had to be done. Really.

Title: Mark of Ownership
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: R, I guess.
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: Yeah, one of my prompts for the Fred ficathon sent my brain to a very smutty place. So I'm writing it to get it the heck out of my system.
Notes: Fred likes to write on things...( Read more... )

Title: Haunting Desires
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: tv100's "ghost, dream, whisper" prompt.
Notes: Post-Unleashed, pre-Hellbound, Angel S5.

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She's sleeping in her office again, and I'm starting to get worried about her. She works too hard, Freddi does--and she's working way too hard on my particular problem. I shouldn't have put so much pressure on her; saving the Fido-girl was important, dammit. For God's sake, they nearly ate her alive.

I can hold on a bit longer, I whisper in her ear as she dreams, her hand closing convulsively around a stuffed rabbit wearing eyeglasses. My fingers ghost over her hair, and I never before wished I could touch someone as much as I wish it now.

hieispike, I'm still thinking about yours. Interestingly, it's been the hardest one to come up with something for. I'll get 'er done, though, no worries. :-)

Title: A Better Idea
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: scarletangel68 requested Spike/Fred, during or post-Destiny.
Notes: Kind of AU, I guess. Although...Spike/Fred. Of course it’s AU.

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Well, bollocks. Charlie didn’t want to go. I didn’t blame him, but I didn’t want to go alone, either. I glanced at Harmony, gathering up her things, but her brainless babbling would have me climbing the walls - plus the fact that I’d hit her pretty hard and she’d want to talk about our feelings or some-bloody-thing. A world of no.

A notion struck me, and I looked speculatively at the ceiling.

Later that night, as Fred and I slow-danced in a classier place than I’d had in mind at first, I thought that this? Was far superior to getting drunk.

Title: Therapy
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: tobywolf13 requested Spike, Fred, and Crash Bandicoot.
Notes: Post “Damage.” Fred unwittingly pulls Spike out of a funk.

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Spike slouched on the sofa in his barren apartment, staring at nothing. The scars around his arms itched; his mind itched more.

Soulless, evil thing. He’d been that, once upon a time. But whoever’d victimized the Dana girl wasn’t missing a soul. Missing something else, maybe. Sometimes, he thought, the tortures humans devised were more monstrous than anything demons could concoct.

The knock at his door startled him, and he found Fred standing there, holding a GameCube. “Physical therapy,” she said, smiling.

As they played Crash Bandicoot, he reflected that she was giving him more than one kind of therapy.

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And now that last week's quotage_icons have been judged, I can post this:

Whaddayaknow? I actually finished it. Go, me. *looks over last week of LJ entries* I've actually written quite a bit over the last week or so. Four drabbles and three fics; not bad.

This one's for scarletangel68.

Title: A Complicated Relationship
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short-short (500-1000 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: scarletangel68 requested: Spred (how unexpected), post-NFA. A mention of Fred's parents. Do what you like with Illyria - she could still be present like in your other fic, she could be in another body, she could be in her real body (huge tentacle thing, I seem to remember...hee), or maybe she has disappeared altogether for some reason or another. Notes: Takes place in the same universe as "Cold Comfort" and "Gift."( Read more... )

Title: The Morning After
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.
Notes: Another follow-up to "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." Spike's POV, this time, by request of crayonbreakygal (Wesfan1234).

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"Oh, bloody hell," Spike moaned, holding his head. "Did I do what I think I did last night?"

Yes. Yes, he had. Strip kitten poker. With Fred, of all people. Vast quantities of alcohol. Had he cheated to lose? "You stupid, stupid wanker. What the hell were you thinking?"

Something about a Tickle Demon. He grinned ruefully. That little minx. She'd had a bit to drink herself, which explained what had happened after the end of their game. Still, he owed her an apology. If she even wanted to talk to him...

She did. And wasn't that a pleasant surprise?

Title: About Last Night
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: tv100's "About Last Night" challenge.
Notes: Takes place the morning after "Kitten Poker with a Physicist." To recap, for those who haven't read that bit of silliness, a drunken Spike knocked on Fred's door in the wee hours, Jack Daniels was consumed, strip kitten poker was played, Spike passed out after losing, and Fred tied his naked self to her bed and sicced a Tickle Demon on him.

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Fred banged her sore head on her desk. What on Earth had she been thinking? And what must Spike be thinking? Why hadn't she just tossed a blanket over him and crashed? Nooo...she had to have her fun. She reminded herself to never drink that much again.

A timid knock sounded on her window. Oh, crap, it was Spike. And he looked...sheepish? Where was the cocky vampire she was used to? "Look, about last night--" they said in unison, then stopped, confused.

What funny things connect us, she thought later, as they shared breakfast in the break room.

Chapter One is here, in case anyone missed it.

For those who screech "But you can't just leave them there!"...heh. Watch me.

( Chapter Two: Buffy's Gift )

Title: Breathing is Overrated
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: Inspired by a piece of fanart by catvampcrazines, here.
Notes: Another in my Spike/Fred series. A little naughtier than I usually do for this pairing.

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Spike yanked at his collar for a few seconds before knocking on Fred's door. He was taking her someplace rather posh tonight, and the suit and tie chafed him horribly. Any discomfort for her was worth it, though. Especially when she opened the door wearing a cute little black number that would have made him choke if the tie hadn't already been doing that job quite nicely.

And later that night, when she took off the little black number for him, and revealed something even littler and blacker under it...

It was a good thing he didn't need to breathe.