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Author: [personal profile] lettered
Title: Never Get The Girls
Pairing(s): Angelus/William, Angel/Soulless!Spike, Angelus/Souled!Spike, Angel/Souled!Spike
Summary: Four scenes, very loosely linked, mostly by sex and violence.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Elements of non-con/dub-con, violence, violent sex, a distinct lack of lube at times, non-ritualized BDSM, cigarette burns, graphic description of burns, dirty talk, not just in the good way—I mean some really offensive language, daddy kink, rimming, oral sex, anal sex, knife play, blood, character death--not very central/graphic
Word Count: around 9,000
Author's Notes: Thank you to [personal profile] lynnenne for discussing ideas with me.

Please, please, please please do read the warnings.

Never Get the Girls )
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GUYS. [livejournal.com profile] rahirah wrote B/A. The internets are going to implode. Spuffy fen will disown her. Get me a bowl of ice cream as I watch apocalypse. And post Spuffy smut (she called me out).

Reprise
Spuffy, NC-17, post NFA, snippet
Cut to spare the B/A sensibilities of...okay, maybe 30% of my flist. Also, I think it uh, rhymes. What's up with that? )
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Prompt from [livejournal.com profile] jgracio won the poll: Angel buys a puppy. It might also be the Angel-falls-for-Spike fic, who the hell knows.

Angel, Spike, Illyria, Nina, and a puppy, post NFA, PG.

Man's Best Friend )
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Someone also should've suggested, of fics I'd never write: if Angel and Spike went through a portal to Hogwarts and came out the other end named Harry and Draco. Right? Are you with me? Can't you just see Spike with Crabbe and Goyle and Pansy and Blaise going like, "So . . . you're the new Scoobs? Do you, like, save the world, free Willie, and watch Bollywood movies, or what? Guys? I can be into that."

Crabbe kinda looks at his shoes and scuffs them a bit, whereupon Goyle puts a hand on his shoulder, furrows his brow, bucks up his courage and says, "Actually, Draco, we're miniature Death Eaters."

"So . . ." Spike furrows his brow as well. "You're zombies? Or do you just . . . bite dead people? 'Cause, I can be into that, too."

Blaise rolls his eyes. "We follow the Dark Lord, he's evil, we want to wreak havoc and mayhem and hurt people we don't like. Capiche?"

Spike waits a beat. "I can be into that."

Read more... )

Obviously, I need sleep.

edited because I'm still awake
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-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?

-There's nothing weird about wanting Faith to have a passel of brats and for all of them to call their mommy's best friend, "Aunt Buffy". And for mommy and Aunt Buffy every once in a while to kiss in the laundry room, Faith sitting on the dryer with her legs around Buffy, asking, "The sheets clean, yet?" Buffy pulling away and finding the fabric softener and saying, "Yeah. You cleaned up real good." See. Not weird.

-And if Buffyverse really were to go all Round Table, wouldn't Buffy actually be the one who's King Arthur? Is it so wrong that this probably makes Spike Guinevere? Faith would be Morgan Le Fay, and Willow is obviously Merlin.

-Spike, self-portrait.

Dana drew some pictures small,
scribbled her crayon Watchers.
They beat her, drew her blood
got dripped, down a line of Slayers.
Might've been Fred who drew her
out of hell, on the wall;
Might've been Xander who knew her,
Watched her crayon/pencil it all in.
Willow who fucked her, made her
over Buffy who made her fuck,
or Angel made her Dru.
And when you looked at all those pictures,
small, you saw
she drew them all of you.
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Title: Conceit(s)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: B/A. Very B/A, except it's all about Spike. The ending is B/A/S.
Summary: This used to be titled, "5 Ways Those Bluggy Birds Never Shagged", but Spike decided to make it eponymous.
A/N: Warning for experimentation with style, POV, voice, and uh, reality. Take it with a grain of salt, I guess.

Part of the IWRY Fic Marathon.
With love, for [livejournal.com profile] chrisleeoctaves

Conceit(s) )
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Series: War Stories
Title: Throwing Down The Gauntlet (1/1)
Length: 9,700 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence.
Summary: Angel takes over.
A/N: part of the “War Stories” universe. The first story is Raising The Banner. Thanks to everybody who encouraged. Cuz I'm spazzy.

Throwing Down The Gauntlet )
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Series: War Stories
A/N: You don't need to know these things to read, but you might want to. )


Title: Raising the Banner (1/1)
Length: 8,500 words
Rating: PG
Summary: “Origin” never happened; post-NFA, post-apocalyptic world. Focus on Angel, Connor, and Spike. See above note for more information about this universe. It's my new crack.

Raising the Banner )
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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 )

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