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madimpossibledreameri am ready for autumn this heat wave is giving me anxiety
that being said listening to torchwood ost again makes me smile
looking back on it years later there are some definite missteps in the writing of that series (hence please read Milady Dragon's work; she elevates it to where it should have been) but the music is definitely a treat
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Torchwood crossover
Summary: Would you look at that, more stuff from 2012. This one is a follow-up to a Choose Your Own Adventure Halloween adventure I may or may not finish eventually where Xander ends up with Captain Xan in his head. This one I actually had some episode tags for how things changed through the series. There's more for this one-the starting one has Ethan and there is some legit dialogue from one particular episode but I'm not sure which one as I didn't label it at the time. Then there's What's My Line, Ted, Bad Eggs, and Innocence (part 1, since I'm breaking it up so it's not over 2000 words.) This one fluctuates rapidly from actual fanfic to summary and slightly tweaked quotes.
Angelus and Drusilla actually do drink Xander's blood in this one.
Word Count: 1394
Rating: Teen
Xander felt a surge of anger and grabbed Ethan by his shirt, slamming him against the wall. He looked a little dazed, but not altogether uncomfortable by how close they were. “Oooh, I wasn’t expecting this reaction. Do it again.”
It took a second for him to figure out what the man was saying. Then another to deck him. There was blood on his knuckle, icky blood from an icky man.
“Do the others know about you, I wonder?” Dream, yes, just a dream, nothing to be afraid of.
Even if Ethan’s voice is weaving like incense through the Bronze. “Or is it your little secret? Trying to stay out of the spotlight?” an evil chuckle.
“You did this! You destroyed me!”
“Oh, I’d love to take all of the credit...but I’m afraid I can’t. While chaos is delectable as ever, it can’t occur in a void.” A void, what? “A prophecy. Usually I delight in averting them, but yours...yours seemed an important enough appointment to keep.”
Xander: Uh, I think that Ethan guy disappeared again.
Buffy: Darn. I really wanted to hit him till he bled.
Xander: I wanted you to hit him until he bled. Guy shouldn’t get away with turning people into monsters and flirtatious crazy people and tattooing people for free.
What’s My Line
Xander: Cordelia Chase, always ready to give a helping hand to the rich and the pretty.
Cordelia: “Which, lucky me, excludes you. Twice.” She paused, and both she and her cronies eyed him for a minute. It wasn’t hostile. It was more like they were undressing him with their eyes, not that anyone else would notice. Their eyes were all disgust, and he wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t had so many memories of similar situations.
A year ago he would have been dancing the Snoopy Dance in the streets. At the moment it was just majorly wiggy. The moment, awkward and creepy as it was, stretched and broke.
“What’s their problem?” Willow muttered quietly.
A second passed, then Cordelia was pressed against him and they were kissing like there was no tomorrow. In this line of work, he reflected, there really might not be. He took charge, running his hands through her hair and down her back until she went weak-kneed and had to cling to him for support.
Why were all the people who hated him trying to snog him senseless recently? And since when did he use the word ‘snog’?
Ted
Xander was dreaming. Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to be in the Captain’s office, watching the other version of himself put up his feet and smirk at him from the desk. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, remember?”
He blinked. “What does this have to do with anything?” Angry. Why couldn’t that stupid man leave him alone?
Captain Xan gave a gentle laugh, but the eyes weren’t laughing. They were serious. “Everything. From a purely academic point of view...this is Sunnydale. Ted is acting suspiciously. You’ve been in her place. You know what it’s like to be so alone because no one will believe a word you say.”
Xander laughed disbelievingly. “Suuure. You’re just a paranoid conspiracy man, aren’t you?”
A trace of anger ran over his double’s face, quickly smoothed over. He winked. “I told you so.”
Xander woke up.
Xander: “Of course I like him. And his cooking. But I sometimes like things that are not good for me.” Like Spike, he thought, but there was no way he was saying that aloud.
In Bad Eggs, he actually dies. Though no one realizes at the time.
Innocence
Angelus: She made me feel like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just forgive.
Spike understood completely. Not that he would have said anything about it. For one thing, there was his dark princess’ feelings. She’d be hurt, and angry, and he would stake himself first before hurting her like that. And there was also the fact that he was lusting after a human, no less. True, his snog was so filthy they might as well have been naked and rolling around on the floor, and he’d imagined it sometimes, the fire burning him so bright and satisfying it was driving him mad. But he didn’t want to kill. Didn’t want to turn. Maybe wanted a taste of that blood, so rich and addicting. He had never tasted it, but he wanted to. He could sense the life beneath the surface, gleaming, pure. Wanted the dark bloke of the Slayer’s to grin up at him, writhe under him. He wanted to corrupt, not to change. But there was no way now that they were a family that Angelus would allow him to keep a pet human around the place. And with how white and pure that Slayer’s whelp was, there was no way he wouldn’t burn when the Judge touched him. And that had him conflicted, because the only kind of burning the bloke should be doing was flaring with lust at the things Spike could do to him...
Spike glanced up. And stared, feeling a tiny bit of worry thrill through him.
Angelus was dragging an unconscious bloke into the warehouse by his neck. It was that bloke that he couldn’t stop thinking about.
A human in the hands of Angelus was a bad, bad idea. For the human. And this was a human he happened to care about. Love really was a tortuous mistress, more than Angelus, even.
He quickly hid the book he’d been reading. William the ponce had made a bit of a reappearance since Halloween, which he’d been at pains to hide. Especially now that Angelus was back. Never mind the fact that it was embarrassing, it was possibly fatal if he wasn’t careful. “Oi, I thought we agreed no road kill. Stinks,” he yelled cautiously.
The Master Vampire glanced in his direction, baring fangs with no trace of mercy. He was irritated. Well, if he didn’t like Spike’s attitude, he could deal with it. He was the Big Bad now anyway. “Xander’s not dead. Not yet, anyway.” One hand ran down the cheek, as if tenderly. “I was thinking of leaving his body for Buffy to find. I hope she has the good sense to appreciate her presents.”
Dru clapped her hands. Spike hadn’t even noticed her enter. “Dru is a good girl that appreciates her presents! Is this one for me?” She cocked her head on its side with the eagerness of a kitten given a baby bird.
“Actually, I was thinking that he’s mine,” Spike interrupted casually. “Not that of course I won’t share, baby. It’s just that if I recall correctly, Angel gave me this one to play with. And then took him back. I didn’t much appreciate it at the time.”
Angelus growled at the mention of Angel and eyed him. “I suppose it pays to have charity to the less able.” Spike growled back at that, which seemed to make Angelus a little happier. “First, we all get a drink. Afterwards, I suppose you get to play. It’s not like he’s the Slayer. He didn’t trust me the whole time and that warms my heart. Might be a sniveling coward, but he understands vampires. It was one of the only nice things about being stuck in that idiot’s head for a hundred years. The Slayer, on the other hand, is mine.”
Spike snorted. “You can ‘ave ‘er, mate. ‘t’s not like I didn’t get a few myself.”
He barely managed not to ball his hands into fists as Angelus took the first drink, kneeling to lick and then bite the neck. He didn’t stop for several long seconds, moaning deeply. “Delicious. It’s been too long. Still, it’d be a pity if he died just from becoming a snack. Sends the wrong sort of message.”
Dru went next, skipping over to the body and drinking. Xander started to wake up, thrashing a little, and his dark princess slapped the human. She went even longer. “Daddy, he tastes of the stars and time. I’ve never had one so good.”
Angelus stood, pulling Drusilla close. Close enough it brought a snarl to his lips, but he didn’t say anything. “All right, we’re done. Have fun, Spike.”
that being said listening to torchwood ost again makes me smile
looking back on it years later there are some definite missteps in the writing of that series (hence please read Milady Dragon's work; she elevates it to where it should have been) but the music is definitely a treat
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Torchwood crossover
Summary: Would you look at that, more stuff from 2012. This one is a follow-up to a Choose Your Own Adventure Halloween adventure I may or may not finish eventually where Xander ends up with Captain Xan in his head. This one I actually had some episode tags for how things changed through the series. There's more for this one-the starting one has Ethan and there is some legit dialogue from one particular episode but I'm not sure which one as I didn't label it at the time. Then there's What's My Line, Ted, Bad Eggs, and Innocence (part 1, since I'm breaking it up so it's not over 2000 words.) This one fluctuates rapidly from actual fanfic to summary and slightly tweaked quotes.
Angelus and Drusilla actually do drink Xander's blood in this one.
Word Count: 1394
Rating: Teen
Ethan returns, Capt Xan is not happy.
Xander felt a surge of anger and grabbed Ethan by his shirt, slamming him against the wall. He looked a little dazed, but not altogether uncomfortable by how close they were. “Oooh, I wasn’t expecting this reaction. Do it again.”
It took a second for him to figure out what the man was saying. Then another to deck him. There was blood on his knuckle, icky blood from an icky man.
“Do the others know about you, I wonder?” Dream, yes, just a dream, nothing to be afraid of.
Even if Ethan’s voice is weaving like incense through the Bronze. “Or is it your little secret? Trying to stay out of the spotlight?” an evil chuckle.
“You did this! You destroyed me!”
“Oh, I’d love to take all of the credit...but I’m afraid I can’t. While chaos is delectable as ever, it can’t occur in a void.” A void, what? “A prophecy. Usually I delight in averting them, but yours...yours seemed an important enough appointment to keep.”
Xander: Uh, I think that Ethan guy disappeared again.
Buffy: Darn. I really wanted to hit him till he bled.
Xander: I wanted you to hit him until he bled. Guy shouldn’t get away with turning people into monsters and flirtatious crazy people and tattooing people for free.
What’s My Line
Xander: Cordelia Chase, always ready to give a helping hand to the rich and the pretty.
Cordelia: “Which, lucky me, excludes you. Twice.” She paused, and both she and her cronies eyed him for a minute. It wasn’t hostile. It was more like they were undressing him with their eyes, not that anyone else would notice. Their eyes were all disgust, and he wouldn’t have caught it if he hadn’t had so many memories of similar situations.
A year ago he would have been dancing the Snoopy Dance in the streets. At the moment it was just majorly wiggy. The moment, awkward and creepy as it was, stretched and broke.
“What’s their problem?” Willow muttered quietly.
A second passed, then Cordelia was pressed against him and they were kissing like there was no tomorrow. In this line of work, he reflected, there really might not be. He took charge, running his hands through her hair and down her back until she went weak-kneed and had to cling to him for support.
Why were all the people who hated him trying to snog him senseless recently? And since when did he use the word ‘snog’?
Ted
Xander was dreaming. Otherwise, there would be no reason for him to be in the Captain’s office, watching the other version of himself put up his feet and smirk at him from the desk. “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, remember?”
He blinked. “What does this have to do with anything?” Angry. Why couldn’t that stupid man leave him alone?
Captain Xan gave a gentle laugh, but the eyes weren’t laughing. They were serious. “Everything. From a purely academic point of view...this is Sunnydale. Ted is acting suspiciously. You’ve been in her place. You know what it’s like to be so alone because no one will believe a word you say.”
Xander laughed disbelievingly. “Suuure. You’re just a paranoid conspiracy man, aren’t you?”
A trace of anger ran over his double’s face, quickly smoothed over. He winked. “I told you so.”
Xander woke up.
Xander: “Of course I like him. And his cooking. But I sometimes like things that are not good for me.” Like Spike, he thought, but there was no way he was saying that aloud.
In Bad Eggs, he actually dies. Though no one realizes at the time.
Innocence
Angelus: She made me feel like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just forgive.
Spike understood completely. Not that he would have said anything about it. For one thing, there was his dark princess’ feelings. She’d be hurt, and angry, and he would stake himself first before hurting her like that. And there was also the fact that he was lusting after a human, no less. True, his snog was so filthy they might as well have been naked and rolling around on the floor, and he’d imagined it sometimes, the fire burning him so bright and satisfying it was driving him mad. But he didn’t want to kill. Didn’t want to turn. Maybe wanted a taste of that blood, so rich and addicting. He had never tasted it, but he wanted to. He could sense the life beneath the surface, gleaming, pure. Wanted the dark bloke of the Slayer’s to grin up at him, writhe under him. He wanted to corrupt, not to change. But there was no way now that they were a family that Angelus would allow him to keep a pet human around the place. And with how white and pure that Slayer’s whelp was, there was no way he wouldn’t burn when the Judge touched him. And that had him conflicted, because the only kind of burning the bloke should be doing was flaring with lust at the things Spike could do to him...
Spike glanced up. And stared, feeling a tiny bit of worry thrill through him.
Angelus was dragging an unconscious bloke into the warehouse by his neck. It was that bloke that he couldn’t stop thinking about.
A human in the hands of Angelus was a bad, bad idea. For the human. And this was a human he happened to care about. Love really was a tortuous mistress, more than Angelus, even.
He quickly hid the book he’d been reading. William the ponce had made a bit of a reappearance since Halloween, which he’d been at pains to hide. Especially now that Angelus was back. Never mind the fact that it was embarrassing, it was possibly fatal if he wasn’t careful. “Oi, I thought we agreed no road kill. Stinks,” he yelled cautiously.
The Master Vampire glanced in his direction, baring fangs with no trace of mercy. He was irritated. Well, if he didn’t like Spike’s attitude, he could deal with it. He was the Big Bad now anyway. “Xander’s not dead. Not yet, anyway.” One hand ran down the cheek, as if tenderly. “I was thinking of leaving his body for Buffy to find. I hope she has the good sense to appreciate her presents.”
Dru clapped her hands. Spike hadn’t even noticed her enter. “Dru is a good girl that appreciates her presents! Is this one for me?” She cocked her head on its side with the eagerness of a kitten given a baby bird.
“Actually, I was thinking that he’s mine,” Spike interrupted casually. “Not that of course I won’t share, baby. It’s just that if I recall correctly, Angel gave me this one to play with. And then took him back. I didn’t much appreciate it at the time.”
Angelus growled at the mention of Angel and eyed him. “I suppose it pays to have charity to the less able.” Spike growled back at that, which seemed to make Angelus a little happier. “First, we all get a drink. Afterwards, I suppose you get to play. It’s not like he’s the Slayer. He didn’t trust me the whole time and that warms my heart. Might be a sniveling coward, but he understands vampires. It was one of the only nice things about being stuck in that idiot’s head for a hundred years. The Slayer, on the other hand, is mine.”
Spike snorted. “You can ‘ave ‘er, mate. ‘t’s not like I didn’t get a few myself.”
He barely managed not to ball his hands into fists as Angelus took the first drink, kneeling to lick and then bite the neck. He didn’t stop for several long seconds, moaning deeply. “Delicious. It’s been too long. Still, it’d be a pity if he died just from becoming a snack. Sends the wrong sort of message.”
Dru went next, skipping over to the body and drinking. Xander started to wake up, thrashing a little, and his dark princess slapped the human. She went even longer. “Daddy, he tastes of the stars and time. I’ve never had one so good.”
Angelus stood, pulling Drusilla close. Close enough it brought a snarl to his lips, but he didn’t say anything. “All right, we’re done. Have fun, Spike.”
