Black Birch

Title: Team means more than any military structure
Rating: for everyone
Word: 848 words
Notes: Originally posted today 08-02-21, for ladycat in e-mail between workassignments

John really wishes he hadn’t tried so hard today that he forgot he’s actually past forty and not yet thirty, and that Ronon is really heavy when he falls atop of you. Trying to get up again is a lot less graceful and a lot more of cursing and stumbling to not fall flat on his face. Just trying to lean his weight on his arms makes things inside blast through his ribcage, like a rope of lightning wrapped around his insides. He has to curl up and choke on air a little, before he manages to get up. Ronon looks worried, his smug smile turning into a frown and a stretched out hand. “You ok?”
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Title: Like jello…
Words: 662 words
Notes: Originally posted 25th May, 2007.
Anything to keep me from being bored and only thinking about my stupid knee and the fact that I’m off on a worktrip on thursday and with this rate I’m going to be the 5th limping wheel this year as well.

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Sheppard ached all over. There wasn’t a spot that wasn’t tender or making that annoying crackling sound that reminds you of the fact that you’re getting old. Getting doubleteamed by Ronon and Teyla was not an idea he was going to pursue anymore, and he’d thought it’d been such a cool idea. Maybe, just maybe McKay was right about him having a hero/suicide complex… It’s just that the idea of he being the only one armed with sticks and then fighting Teyla and Ronon had sounded like a cool idea - he’d have a fighting chance. Except, not so much really. They just let him believe that for a little while until they decided to demonstrate just how damn good they really were at hand to hand combat.
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Title: Behind closed eyelids he can enjoy the touches…
Fandom: Spike and Angel in a non specified timeline except both are souled
Status: finished - 479 words
Genre: slash Spike/Angel, hurt/comfort?
Notes: Originally posted February 14th, 2006
Short summary: see title

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There’s a masochistic part of Spike that likes getting hurt, feeling every bone in his body grate together splinted edges with a blinding pain, forcing him to stay still. Counting time, dreading it to end warring with wanting his body back whole again, as the itchy feeling of skin slowly closing ragged wounds. Continue reading ‘[Angel & Buffy series] Behind closed eyelids he can enjoy the touches… ; Spike/Angel’ »

Title: Passion…less
Fandom: AtS, post NFA
Status: finished - 541 words
Genre: angsty, Spike POV on Angel, rated PG
Notes: Originally posted 28th July, 2005
Short summary: written for summer_of_spike.

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Title: He’s for Drusilla to play with
Fandom: BtVS/AtS sorta. Just a little Angelus, Dru, William
Status: finished - 571 words
Genre: Drusilla/William
Notes: Originally posted February 22nd 2005
Short summary: Angelus POV on Dru and her new toy, R for violent imagery

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Title: Darla thinks of William and Angelus
Fandom: pre-series BtVS/AtS (Fanged four)
Status: finished - 643 words
Notes: Originally posted September 28th 2005
Summary: Darla watches and thinks of their new family member

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His skin so pale, like it should be to suit his stature - that of a Victorian gentleman. No long hours in the sun for him, cannot have it discolor such soft unused hide. Never seen a day’s work those hands, milky soft virgin skin. Now it will stay this color, still looking pure and sweet and… genteel. On the outside. Appearances are everything. He will learn, quickly — or he will not survive. We may be the predators here but we are less in numbers than they. And numbers hold strength of their own. Continue reading ‘[Angel & Buffy series] Darla thinks of William and Angelus; Fanged Four, pre-series’ »

Title: Change
Fandom: BtVS, season 2 School Hard
Genre: angsty, angry slash Spike/Angel
Words: 991
Notes: Originally posted October 24th 2005
Summary: I asked for drabble prompts and bayouskye replied and wanted ’some angsty smutty Spangel set right after the scene at the high school when Angel used Xander like a piece of bait.’ Little on the smut, it did get a bit angsty, some biting and PG-15 for cursing and imagery like the word erection? Played in a world where they meet up afterwards and Spike doesn’t have a split skull thanks to Joyce’s axe.

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Afterlife (166 words, gen, post series) Originally posted October 26th, 2007.

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One day Spike would find the reason why they survived, because he refused to believe in Angel’s version that they only survived to suffer.

Angel is living in his head these days, his dead breath filled with ashes of friends lost. If Spike had any poetry left in his soul these days it’d be filled with pretty synonyms for grief, stubborness , asshole, bastard and love. That care can taste like charcoal and sour sweat, symbols on hands rough and untended for.

The span of his Angel’s shoulders no longer look like they’d be able to hold wings up high. The strength is hollowed out, slack and bent.

Spike watches from the shadows as the morning light fills Angel’s features and gives cruel clarity to a face that hardly sleeps. That hardly lives but for the stubborness of Spike and guilt to breed and tend to.

Angel wears his new life like a hairshirt, like punishment and remembrance. He got gifted with life - but too many died.

Angel and Buffy, post series, 279 words. Originally posted November 1st, 2007.

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Blonde hair and tanned limbs, she still so seemingly small. Her face is thinner than when he fell in love with her the first time, but the smile’s still the same. White teeth and a sunny grin, so much different than anyone I’d met before. Her strength hit me right in the chest, a woman who always held her own. Stubborn like someone else I know.

She smells like old memories. Grief and sugar candies a sweet and sharp tang on my tounge as she walks into the room. Always in high heels and sure steps, grace and strength like the predator she is. Watching me to see how much I’ve changed, how much taint is still coating me. I’ll never measure up to her, but like I said she’s stubborn and sometimes ignores what’s best for her.

I’m not. I never will be. But God do I want to.

Her skin so warm, a brief touch across my hand and it’s on fire. The memory sinks in and burns it’s mark. I’ll go back to it later, in the dark, her scent taking me back to when things were less complicated. When I allow myself to think of the what if’s.

She scolds me, for keeping secrets, for sliding closer to Angelus and making plans in his taste. I won’t say I don’t regret the Black Thorn, but there was no other way.

Regrets are plentiful, like stones in my already full coffin, but the world is here. So is Connor. So is she. My priorities may not always be correct, but these are the things I’ll never regret. Hell and deals with the devil be damned.

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Originally posted June 7th, 2007.
Words: 197

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Taste like coffee,
on his lips from his tongue.
Stubbleburn still fiery on his lips, cheek and fragile skin below his jaw.

These are the places Rodney kissed.

His arms still feel the warmth of hands,
across his back the ghost of touch gliding up and down,
heat against his skin, sweat mingling as they grind closer.

These are the places Rodney touched and made him feel.

Nipples sore,
marks on his throat, just below the collar.
Above his thigh, in that sweet crease, bruises to be - still red and fresh.

These are the places Rodney marked and made his.

He burrows deep into his pillow and inhales, smelling Rodney;
sweat, aftershave, sex - holding it inside as long as he can.
Until he has to breath and let go.
Hoping that his bed will keep smelling like this, like Rodney, like home.

His voice makes him hard,
angry and demanding or babbling and nervous - doesn’t matter.
It sends shivers down his spine that he has to hide, except Rodney sees.
Now Rodney knows, so he does it again - just to make John break out in goosebumps that he can lick and bite.