Black Birch

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: This is how we grieve - episode reaction after Supernatural s2e17 Heart
Author: Blackbirch
Rating: PG upwards due to hints of violence
Fandom: Supernatural canon, gen
Pairing: none
Wordcount: 811
Feedback: Yes please. Any kind you can give me.
Archiving: No. I repeat - no.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright of their originators. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Story Notes: Originally posted March 25th, 2007

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He wakes every night to that gunshot. He never says but the way his whole body flinches, sitting straight up in bed and his hand like he’s grasping a gun tighter, arm tensing to take up the recoil. Then he sits there, his eyes dry but his whole body is gasping for air. Huge lungfuls that look painful to draw, like he’s forcing himself to take every breath, forcing the air down into his lungs when all he wants to do is stop breathing. Stop hurting. Stop remembering. Continue reading ‘[Supernatural] This is how we grieve, ep. tag to 2:17 Heart; Dean, gen’ »

Title: untitled somewhat - Riddick pondering sun and his future shinejob
Author: Blackbirch
Rating: PG upwards due to hints of violence
Fandom: Pitch Black canon setting in Slam before the movie
Pairing: none
Wordcount: 273
Feedback: Yes please. Any kind you can give me.
Archiving: No. I repeat - no.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright of their originators. No infringement intended, no profit made.
Story Notes: raynedanser wanted 1000 comments, I thought I’d help out. Originally posted August 1st, 2007

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The metal is biting into his wrists, the fuckers screwed them on too tight again, and its not the pain he’s worried about. It’s the fear of ending up having his wrists fucked up, his arms sloppy and fumbling. In here you need all your edges sharp and ready and his hands are weapons in their own right. But infection or broken bones … Perhaps one of the guards had a beef with him. It’s not like he could keep up with their faces, he just remembers their screams and the crunching sounds their bones make whenever they leave an opening for him to take.

The sweat is pearling on the good doctor’s forhead and he smells like fear and excitement. Perhaps he worries what his masters would do to him if they found out? Maybe he worries about me? He shouldn’t. Not yet. For him - I’m harmless. After he’s cut into my eyes, then we’ll see. It depends on his delivery. If I like it or not.

Somtimes I wonder whether I’ll miss seeing the sun. It’s not like I see much of it down here in this godforsaken pit as it is. And there are so many of them - black holes they’re eager to throw the garbage into. Hide it from the shiny surface and throw away the key.

It won’t work. Darkness hides many things.

I will shiv my way into their lives, deep into so much red its almost black. Copper on my tongue, blood on my hands. Taint their pretty cities with my sticky fingers and then we’ll see if I care about the sun anymore.