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A matter of honour, drabble
prompt for open_on_sunday, prompt:shortest and/or longest

"Mine is bigger"

"no, it's longer, longer isn't bigger or better. Mine is wide, that's what counts."

From the other side of the door Xander and Willow looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, pretty sure they're not talking about what I think they're talking about, right?" Xander looked at Willow for confirmation, "I mean girls don't......"

"Uh, not that I know of" Willow said.

"Faith, Buffy, I think you're both a little old to be playing whose got the bigger sword, now put those away and get out your quarter staffs." said Giles.

The swords scrapped as they went back into their scabbards.
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That takes me back
for open_on_sunday's prompt longest and/or shortest


"No question, the Mayor. Your turn, smelliest?"

"Ew. Lurconis, the disgusting baby-eating tub dwelling...something!"

"Still pissed about the smell?"

"I've tried everything! the dry cleaners had me banned because the smell tranfered to other peoples clothes."

"What are you three doing?" Joyce asked, as she walked in on Xander, Willow and Buffy in the living room.

"We're playing which demon." said Willow brightly.

Joyce looked at her blankly and asked "Witch demon?"

"No, not that kind, like, um, what's the... the...shortest demon we've ever come across? and then the next person has to guess who it was."

The three friends looked at each other and grinned.

"Fear demon."
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From last to ancient First
Buffy drabble
for open_on_sunday
prompt :calling and/or birds

Every other one in her line was Chosen, Called by beings of unimaginable power. They had a purpose, a cause they were born to.

All but her.

She had been dragged, chained. The sight of her village Elder and other wise men from nearby was a comfort only because she didn't know what they had planned.

The darkness slithered and flew through the air and into her, cold and slick.

When she died she felt... something, pass from her, fly out into the world in search of the next one.

The next Chosen.

The first girl to be called by Gods and not old men.
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Like a Shakespearean Tragedy,
drabble for open_on_sunday

A brave vessel, who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces."

-The Tempest. Act I, Scene II.

They'd sent her home in a box.

His baby. His Slayer. Now broken.

She'd never known that he'd loved her like a daughter. He kept to Watcher protocol, to a fault. He'd spent her entire life acting as though she were nothing more than a container for something greater.

It must have been a terrible childhood. To grow up and know only training, duty, and obligation.

She'd been more than he could have ever hoped for.

Sam Zabuto just wished he'd told Kendra that before she'd died.
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Everything Must Go!
prompt:sale, for open_on_sunday

She'd bought it on sale.

He'd recognized her and given her a discount.

She'd laugh if the pain in her head, the stitch in her side weren't so bad. She'd laugh if she wasn't about to die.

She was just the girlfriend (in the refridgerater!) -damn it. This was not the time for her popculture feminist to pop it's head out for a lecture.

If she was a better magic user- but no, magic is what got her into this mess.

Stupid spell, stupid lies that got her into this.

Jenny kept running.

She'd bought the orb on sale. How apt. This was a cheap death.
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Watcher's Cup
prompt was Cup

Faith sat Wesley down in front of the library's lone computer.

"What exactly are we doing?" he inquired, as he tried to stand up again. "We have important thing to do, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to be wasting time-"

"This'll only take a minute" Faith said, as she layed a Slayer-powered hand on his shoulder and shoved him down.

Xander queued up the Youtube video, hit play and stepped back.

From the office Buffy emerged carrying a videocamera.

But Wesley was too horrified by what was onscreen to notice.

"Good God! What are those two girls doing?!?!" He shouted before gagging.
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Watcher's Cup II,
prompt was Cup

It was his most valued possession when it came to training a Slayer.

It had saved him more than all the books and watcher's diaries and years of training combined.

He could still remember the day, after he and his father had started talking again, after he finally accepted his duty as a Watcher after that unfortunate Ripper business.

His father had taken him aside and handed it to him.

Obviously it wasn't the same one he's using today. This was the fourth or fifth incarnation.

But as Buffy kicked him in the groin again, Giles thanked all the Gods in heaven for his cup.
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prompt was The Cranberries Songs (I chose Zombie)

His head is getting heavy, he can't keep it up any longer. He knows something bad's happening, reaches out for his mom, but there's nothing except the pain at his throat.

His eyes slip shut and the vampire drinking from him let his limp young body drop, tears at his wrist and holds it to the boys mouth.

It's a fight for control. A little boy's soul versus the power of the Anointed One, the full power of the Order of Aurelius brought to bear.

The little boy, Colin, doesn't stand a chance.

From the ashes of the five, the Anointed One has risen.
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The best of intentions
Runaways (comics)

Geoffery Wilder did it for his son.

True, when this started he was years away from even thinking about kids, but at the time not joining wasn't going to save the world.

Tall, six-toed and freaky had said it themselves; easily replaceable.

But after Alex was born it was all about him.

He's destroyed the souls of children, plotted the apocalypse, but he's done it all for love.

Geoffery Wilder knows he is a good man, deep down, where it counts.

He just has to ignore the road to hell and what it's paved with.
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Subterfuge and Distraction

"Did you change your hat again?"

"Nope, same hat I always wear" Molly said, "Now shhh! I'm finding out if Harry Potter lives."

"I'm pretty sure that's new, Molly. Where exactly are you getting them from anyway? That's the 50th hat I've seen you wear." Chase flopped down beside her on the couch. "Do stores even sell hats like that?"

Molly sighed. "You know Chase, just 'cause I'm not in school doesn't mean I don't want to learn and be smart" She fixes him with her best Gert impersonation and jiggles the book.

She raises the book over her face and smiles.
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Molly loves her Mom,
Runaways comics,
prompt: Mother/Forgiveness
for drabble at

Molly loves her mother because she's her mom, and that's an automatic point in her favour.

Molly hates her Mom, because she hurt kids, and that's bad, no matter why she did it.

Molly loves her Mom, because she bought her Chocolate Frosted CocoaBombs if she promised not to tell Dad.

Molly hates her Mom, because she only bought her her favourite cereal after Molly talked about what she wanted to be when she grew up, or how many kids she was going to have.

She must have felt guilty.

Molly decides that her Mom is too evil to love, but she does anyway.
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She was a slip of a thing, clad in a guazy white dress, torn and muddy. There were sticks in her hair.

She was dirty, gross, and tired and this stupid forest went on forever.

How was her human going to finish the novel if his muse was lost in the woods?
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The Communist Manifesto, by Dr. Seuss
co-wrote* by fearthemeatball

*unavailable for remixing

Could you, would you rile the masses?
Would you, could you change their classes?

You do not like it, being poor.
Wouldn't you like having something more?

Hate the rich and all they've got?
Then overthrow them and take their lot!

The Yanks, the Krauts, the British too,
shout down the rich-shout out BOO!

Blame it on the Bourgoise-
they buy your labour for a fee.

The Bourgoise are the impetus
for lifestyles which are ruinious.

Would you, could you bomb the plant?
Destroy the gizmos that make you rant?

Once upon a while ago,
craftsman was the way to go.

Now replaced by the means of production
capitalism makes for beguiling seduction.

Alas the manifesto was quite moot
like the influence of tariff Hawley-Smoot

And damn Desrali and his reform
the mighty revolution now unborn.
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The Poetic Irony Edda, circa 1999
prompt was Xander/anyone, Odin hanging on the Tree of Knowledge
for [community profile] comment_fic

It's been nine days since Cordelia fell through the stairs at the abandoned factory, pierced right through with wrought iron.

The doctors are sending her home today.

She's lucky to be alive, although she's not really feeling too lucky. The pain killers take the edge off but every breath stretches out her stitches, and spreads fire through her guts.

She's stopped seeing things, although Cordelia is pretty sure that has more to do with her getting a tolerance for the morphine, than any damage to her brain healing.

Because she must have been hallucinating.

Xander and Willow!?

There is no way, no freaking way that she gave up everything for that nerd, that freak of nature, just so he could turn around and cheat on her. And with Willow! Poster child for lame-o fashion sense?

They must have used dark magic against her or something. Cordelia Chase doesn't get used, she uses. She doesn't get cheated on, she cheats. Cordelia Chase is the undisputed Queen of Sunnydale High, and when she gets beck to school she will show them exactly who she is, the Bitchiest of them all, and she does not take kindly to insults to hher throne.

For the first time in 9 days Cordelia is starting to feel like herself again. And Xander Harris is going to have hell to pay.
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The End of the World (in 5 steps or less):the dubious remix, buffy,
Original Fic: The End of the World (in 5 steps or less) by [personal profile] amathela
written for [profile] remixthedrabble

*not available for remixing.

This is how it ends.

Little things. Baby steps.

We start fighting over stupid things like peanut butter. I don't care what Xander says, that peanutbutter was mine.

Lines so carefully entrenched begin to blur. Xanders feeling pretty good under my fists and palms and elbows. Which, whoa, when did he get muscles like that anyway?

Things I swore I'd never do I've done. I've conscripted civilians before, Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia, even Giles should have been left on the sidelines.

But this is different. These people came to me for protection.

I'm putting them on the front lines.

Even if I win, I've lost already.
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prompt was can, for open on sunday

She'd been in the can for a couple of years when he came for her. His visit got her out of group therapy, so there's a plus.

But then he told her that Angel was gone and the world needed a hero. She figures the shit's really hit the fan if the closest thing around that resembles a hero is her.

Wow, it really must be the apocolypse.

She's in here because she deserves to be. She breaks out because it's her job (and no one else can do it).

Besides, Faith figures, as safety glass shatters around her, she's feeling pretty rehabilitated already.
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An AU where Angel ended in season 1

crackfic, ficlet

Angel and Doyle stood atop the building. The sky was streaked with reds and oranges and deeping blues.

"Are you sure about this, Angel? You could do a lot of good with a ring like that."

Angel smiled sadly, took one last look as the sun dipped below the horizon then slipped the Ring of Amara from his finger.

He hadn't seen the sun in- fzzt!

Angel exploded into a shower of dust.

Doyle was horrified. He had dead vampire all over his clothes.

"Damn, I must be running fast". He said, looking at his dust covered watch.

With that he picked up the ring, headed to the nearest pawn shop and from there to a bar.

This whole hero thing was a headache.
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More Than

prompt was Franz Ferdinand Song titles, I chose Bite Hard


It's the hunt that is in his blood. An urge to carnage, to kill and drink and hurt everyone around him. But he's above such things. There's an artistry to be had in evil. It's more than mindlessness, a primal urge. He's got a talent.

So while all the beast in him wants to do is bite hard, to drink deep, the man in him thinks, plans, plots. The man in him has a thing for convents.

Angelus wants to destroy not only the body of his victims, but the mind and soul too. There's so much more to him than a set of teeth.


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