seraphcelene | Entries tagged with drabble: angel

Title: Kvika
A/N: 100 words written for the

open_on_sunday Quick challenge. Title is an Old Norse word.

She can smell it, the rising moon reflected in the wolf fur scent permeating her skin, at odds with the light, smiling citrus-honey-flower smell she bathes in. Nina knows that Angel smells it, too. Like she smells the pig's blood.

"Quick fuck before the full moon," she said.

Now, her legs tight around his waist, drawing in and holding on. Lips pressed to his jugular, everything desperate, sharp and drenched with the pig-wolf-happy girl smell as she opens her mouth, riding the edge of orgasm. When she comes she bites down hard, down to the quick and Angel comes, too.

Title: Col Arco (with the bow)
Author: seraphcelene
Rating: PG-13ish (barely around the edges)
A/N: pre-Innocence B/A for the bow challenge at open on sunday. x-posted.
Summary: Buffy and Angel, playing close to the bridge.

Angel plays Buffy tight, he's always known how. Draws the sound of her pleasure, like a song, from her heart. It's the mingled echo of heartbreak and sharp knives, roaring apocalypse at the world's end.

His nipping mouth swallows her gasps for safety. A promise and a warning.

Angel saws against her, jean clad thigh wedged high and tight between her legs. Presses up with his knee and then tilts his pelvis down. Kisses the spot behind her ear, and shivers as her kitten voice breaks with orgasm, sweet legato drawn by the desperate press of his body on hers.

Title: Into the Valley
Fandom: Angel the Series
A/N: Thanks to

tkp for the prompt and for helping me to limber up.
Summary: post-Sleep Tight Holtz in the lion's den. 100 words.

( When he was twenty-three )

Ha! Make a liar out of me why don't you!!

Title: The Tyger and the Lamb
Author: seraphcelene
Fandom: Angel the Series
Rating: G
A/N: Not Fade Away end-battle; for the Open on Sunday "Slate" challenge.

( Slate )

Current Mood: hungry

Title: What Not To Wear
Author: seraphcelene
A/N: set pre-Birthday. 580 word flash fic. Really quick and spontaneous. Un-beta'ed so watch your fingers.
Summary: She has hips now -- earth mother, den mother, mother goddess -- curves.

( What Not To Wear )

Current Mood: creative

Not even after the dragon – the fire, the ash, the stink of burning flesh beneath the sulphur – not even after the gaping jaws and leathery wings would Wesley have imagined (and Wesley has imagined many things) this barren, blistering Apocalypse. He never would have pictured an army of Slayers against the blaze of the horizon, their swords drawn and flashing. The rotting bodies are familiar and the crows, but not the blistering daylight.

Wouldn’t have imagined this Hell, this …. Earth bleached raw by perpetual sun, or the gift of Angel’s Shanshu redeemed by Spike on a cross of pine.

Current Mood: exhausted

The prompt for this week at

open_on_sunday is Babies. This is what I came up with:

A/N: AU-what if after Lullaby

Angel cradled his mewling, wet, ash-covered son and wished for tears to weep.

“Connor,” he called the squalling, scrabbling, blackened thing with claws and Darla’s cornflower eyes. The baby blinked up at him and snarled around the nipple clamped between his teeth. Blood bubbled up and spilled over Connor’s chin. Angel wiped it away with his thumb.

“We gotta kill it,” Gunn said. “It ain’t right.”

“He’s my son,” Angel replied. “He has a soul.”

Wesley gently touched Angel’s shoulder. “Yes, but perhaps we should take precautions. For now.”

Bleakly Angel stared down at his son. “He has a soul.”

Title: A Kiss on the Lips
A/N: Faith/Wesley set during Five by Five; xposted to

open_on_sunday
Rating: PG
Summary: Look how pretty she is when she falls down.

A Kiss on the Lips

Her hands shake and her mascara is smudged, black shadows that hollow out her eyes. Her lipstick smeared at the corners of her mouth and you think how that, too, is a sign of insanity. The old and the insane coloring outside the lines. Tragedy that bleeds from her eyes through all the make-up.

You hate her for being crazy instead of just evil. A fragile nineteen year-old girl, sharp as glass. Her shivering, blood stained, fingers belie the fury in her eyes.

“I think I want to hear you scream,” Faith whispers and pulls the gag from your mouth.

Current Music: Terrible Thought - Poe

TItle: A Tale of Heaven
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: G
A/N: post-Bargaining vignette. Inspired by the Beatles' Challenge at

open_on_sunday. It was way too long for the 100 word drabble limit, clocking in at a whopping 281 words. I didn't have the heart to cut it and submitted There Are No Pets in Quor-toth instead. Inspired by Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.
Summary: There are stories told even in Heaven

( A Tale of Heaven )

Fandom: Angel
Rating: G
Summary: Connor in Quor-toth, age 10.
A/N: Drabble written for the

open_on_sunday Beatles' Challenge. Inspired by Leave My Kitten Alone.

( There Are No Pets in Quor-toth )

Current Mood: tired

For

thawrecka. Very late birthday request for a Connor/Fred drabble fulfilled. Mostly. Well, not really. It's mostly Fred. Anyway. Happy Belated. Again.

( No Tomatoes )

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Cupid Bow Mouth

one word after another until its done

Entries tagged with drabble: angel

Drabble: Kvika - (AtS) Angel/Nina

Drabble: Col Arco (with the bow) - BtVS, B/A

Drabble: Into the Valley (Angel, G)

Drabble: The Tyger and the Lamb (Angel, G)

Fic: What Not To Wear (Angel, pre-Birthday Cordelia)

Drabble: Angel - Light prompt from Open on Sunday

Drabble: [Angel] why can't I have a happy thought?

Drabble: A Kiss on the Lips (AtS, Faith)

2 Buffyverse Drables for open_on_sunday

Drabble: Angel - No Tomatoes (for tha wrecka)

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