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cornerofmadnessFor those who might have missed it, I have plenty of letters left on the Alphabet challenge Feel free to request something or take a second bite at the apple (fandoms and the very few i do slash in are on the original post)
A- Accidents (Roy/Maes/Gracia, FMA) for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enemytosleep
A is for Accident (Roy/Maes/Gracia)
Oops
Maes peered over the edge of the bed to where Roy sprawled on the floor. The utterly stunned expression on the smaller man’s face was totally incongruous with the large erection he sported.
Gracia stifled a giggle, peeking over the bed as well. “Are you all right, Roy?”
“No! Maes knocked me out of bed,” Roy cried.
“It was an accident, buddy.” Maes shrugged.
“You didn’t hurt it, did you?” Gracia eyed his bobbing shaft.
“Did you hear me shriek uncontrollably?” Roy grumbled, rubbing his backside.
“Well, if you’re not hurt, get back in bed,” Maes demanded.
Roy stopped whining with a hungry look, nearly bouncing himself off the other side in his enthusiasm.
B - Bored (Illyria & Drusilla, AtS)leni_ba
B is for Bored (Illyria & Drusilla)
End of Days
Illyria slung back her long, blue hair, wiping ichor from her eyes. The lowly human her shell had loved was dead and oddly, she felt pain at that. It was a curious sensation but she couldn’t savor it long if she planned on staying alive.
Sensing something behind her, Illyria spun around. An eight-armed creature advanced on her, weapons clutched in each of its hands. Before she could react, the thing’s head rolled off. Wondering if it was some bizarre form of attack, Illyria jumped away from the tumbling body part.
As the thing’s body toppled like a dead tree before a windstorm, Illyria spotted a petite vampire stepping out from behind it. Her tongue flicked over her sword’s blade then she grimaced. “Tastes awful.”
“Who are you?” Illyria demanded.
The vampire cocked her head to one side. “What beautiful hair.” She reached for Illyria’s locked. “I want it.”
Swatting the vampire’s hand away, Illyria shot her an imperious look. “That didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m Drusilla.” The vampire swung her sword backwards, stabbing an incoming demon. “The wind whispered Daddy and my beautiful Spike would be here. It sounded like fun. I’ve been so terribly bored.”
“You know Spike?”
Drusilla trailed a hand over her breast. “I’m his everything.” She pouted. “Or I was.”
“I know Spike as well.” Illyria flashed her a blue-lipped grin. “Kill until you’re not bored any more.”
Dru brightened. “What a wonderful idea.”
C - complaint (Yar & Troi, ST:TNG) forsalomesensei
C is for Complaint (Troi & Yar)
All in a Day’s Work
“Tell me about it, Tasha.” Troi leaned back on her chair, wearing her best concerned yet detached Counselor’s expression.
“Lieutenant Quick is the most infuriating man I’ve ever met,” Yar said, her fists clenching. The blond security officer paced around Troi’s office. “He questions my every order, undermines what I’m trying to do. It’s almost impossible to keep control when he’s creating such a hostile environment.”
“Have you tried talking to him?” Troi interjected into Yar’s rant.
The woman spun around, giving up on stalking around the room. “Where I’m from, Deanna, we don’t talk things out. We kept control with an iron first. If we were back on that colony, I’d have killed by now.”
“And being in Starfleet has taught you better ways of handling things, Tasha. You’re talking to me, for example,” Troi said gently. “Tell Lieutenant Quick how you feel, invite him to talk it out with Lieutenant Commander Worf if you need to.”
Yar dragged her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, that might work. Thanks, Deanna.” She sighed. “Don’t you ever get tired of hearing complaints all day?”
Troi just smiled. “It’s my job, after all. I love being able to help.”
Yar snorted. “I’d have to kill someone if I had your job. You’re special, Deanna.”
Troi’s smile broadened. “Thank you.”
D = Demonstrate (Kai, Blood +) for Leni_ba
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H - hours (Ed/WInry, FMA) forevil_little_dog
H is for Hours (Ed/Winry)
No Mistakes
It would be hours before the train got to Resembol. Ed didn’t want to wait that long, not that he had much choice. The train didn’t go any faster. Al lay sleeping in the berth, his restored body seeming to need as much sleep as the cats he so adored. That left Ed alone with his thoughts and most of them centered on Winry.
At first he mulled over all the ways she was going to kill him for leaving her again or not calling to let her know he was coming home. He had wanted to surprise her but with all the hours to kill on the train, he was having second thoughts about the brilliance of that plan.
Then his thoughts turned to all the things he and Winry would do when he got home. Once he worked past all the obvious things, that left only one, the most exciting of them all. Unfortunately, it was too exciting. Not wanting to shuffle embarrassingly toward the lavatory car, Ed tossed himself into his berth, hoping Al remained asleep until he got his body under control. The problem was he had too much time to think and a brain too full of Winry. It took imagining not only Mr. Garfiel in his best dress but allowing the man to doll up Mustang and Armstrong, too. That deflated things in a hurry.
Frustrated with the fact he couldn’t alter time and just be there at Winry’s side, Ed wandered out to the dining car, figuring Al would be okay for a little while. He groaned when he saw Mustang sitting there having tea. Well, at least he’d be a distraction. “Why did you even come?” he asked, tossing himself down opposite the other alchemist. “It’s not like you know anyone in Resembol and the ones you do know don’t like you.”
“To make you insane.” Roy smirked.
“I think you just wanted time alone with Hawkeye in some hick town inn,” Ed said, surprised by the startled look on Mustang’s face.
“What makes you think that?”
“I’m not as dumb as you think. I know she was your hostage. Besides,” Ed shrugged. “The woman said she would kill herself and be buried with you if she had to kill you over Envy. If that’s not a woman in love.”
“Keep it to yourself, Edward,” Roy said and Ed heard the underlying hint of threat. “And if you must know I’m coming along because I’m the one who took you away from her and I’m going to give you back to her because, heaven help her, she actually wants you.” Roy’s dark eyes narrowed. “Don’t mess it up, Fullmetal.”
There was even more meaning in that than there had been in the threat. Ed tossed his hair back. “No worries, General Shit. I won’t mess up anything this important.”
That answer seemed to satisfy them both. Mustang went back to drinking his tea, staring out the window. Ed realized how lucky he was. Unlike Mustang, he was free to go home to the girl he loved. No way in hell he was messing that up.
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K = karma (Buffy, BtVS) forscribesds
K = karma (Buffy, BtVS)
Karmic Burn
Buffy rarely had time to contemplate her life but occasionally life handed her a little lull, like now. She had to wonder about karma. What had she done in a previous life, that karma hated her so much? She had a father who routinely failed her, her mother, her sister, a man she finally edited out of her life for good. The first man she ever loved had been a creature she was sworn to destroy. Buffy had loved him anyway, fiercely, recklessly and in the end he still left her, leaving a part of himself swimming in her blood.
The second man she ever loved left her, too. Somehow she couldn’t hold onto him hard enough or was it that she could hold him so tight that he couldn’t move that drove him away? Did he feel inadequate and all too simply human? The third man she ever loved, another vampire, another leaver. He ‘died’ for the cause but he came back, only not to her. There was no reason he couldn’t, he simply didn’t. After that she filled her bed with meaningless men.
Karma, if that was what it was, took everything from her. Her mother died far too young. It took from her the knowledge that her sister wasn’t her sister, not really and no matter how much Dawn felt real, no matter how much Buffy loved her, that knowledge clung to the inside of Buffy’s brain and hair polluting her feelings. Her home was gone now, too. She had no roots. She blew through life like a tumbleweed, detached, cool. Maybe it was better that way. Most everything she had ever loved had been taken from her, even her friends drifted away then back again, making her wonder when would be the time they didn’t come home.
Xander would call karma a bitch. Andrew would make a joke about her being a serial killer last life to have luck this bad. Buffy knew one thing for sure. Karma could go to hell and leave her alone. There was precious little she had left to lose.
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M - Man to man (Roy & Ed) forenemytosleep
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Q = Questions (Q, ST:TNG) forlillypuff
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T - telephone (Connor & SPike, AtS) fora2zmom
T= telephone (Connor & Spike)
Stories about Dad (AR, where LA didn’t end up in hell)
Connor picked up the telephone as it rang then flopped back on his dorm room bed. “Hi.”
“Hey, junior, you called with a request to save you from the tedium of studying,” Spike voice boomed over the line.
“Botany is so damn dull!” Connor exclaimed. “You know what I want to hear.”
Spike chuckled. “Oh of these days I’m going to run out of stories to tell you. All right, I’ll tell you about this little thing we chase through Highgate cemetery. That girl was so fast and agile, we almost thought we were after the Slayer but we knew she was in China.”
“This better not be a story where you two ate someone, Spike,” Connor warned. “I’ll go back to reading about xylem and phloem.”
“It is and it isn’t. She darted into a mausoleum to hide but an unlocked metal door is hardly a deterrent to us. She had the good sense to knock out the stained glass window and go out it. Your dad, being the big dumb ox that he is, charged right after her.”
Connor chuckled. “I see where this is going.”
“That makes you smarter than Nancy boy,” Spike replied, equally amused. “He got jammed in there so damn tight, took half the night to get him out. Of course, it would have gone faster if we hadn’t all been laughing so bloody hard and you’re way too young to know what Dru and Darla did to him while he was stuck there.”
“Eww, stop right there! I need brain bleach!” Connor cried.
Spike laughed.” There you go, junior. Another goodnight story from your Uncle Spike, now get back to studying.”
Shaking his head, Connor said goodbye. He looked at his botany book, sighed and decided it was dark enough to go hunting. He couldn’t wait until he asked Angel about this story.
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W = waiting (Luxwana Troi & Picard, ST:TNG) forsita_137
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Z - Zealous (Spike/Dru, BtVS) forevil_little_dog
Zealous (Spike/Dru)
Wartime
“Let’s see it, Dru,” Spike said as she stepped out of the seamstress’ changing room.
Dru spun around in her little black dress. “Am I beautiful?”
“Always, my plum.” Spike caught her in his arm then unbuttoned a few of the pearl buttons along her back. “Oh good, the old cow did it.” He glanced over at the seamstress who they had left in a drained heap on the floor. “Now you have an official soldier’s map, ducks.”
“Can’t lose me now,” Drusilla purred, grinding back against him.
“That’s the idea, love.” When Spike heard of the English soldiers giving their sweetheart the silk or cloth maps they were issued and that the girls sewed them into their dresses, he knew Dru would love that, at least until she got bored.
“But why did we come to Germany? I don’t like it here,” Dru pouted.
“Because it’s war time and there are a lot of great places to find lots of challenging eats,” Spike replied.
Dru twisted in his arms, nipping his chin. “My star always has the best plans. I want a uniform, Spike.”
His brow beetled. “Why?”
“So they think we’re one of them. All the better to get close and eat them all up.” Dru tapped his nose, her eyes holding a zealous gleam.
“This is what I love so much about you.” Spike kissed her deeply.
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A- Accidents (Roy/Maes/Gracia, FMA) for
enemytosleep A is for Accident (Roy/Maes/Gracia)
Oops
Maes peered over the edge of the bed to where Roy sprawled on the floor. The utterly stunned expression on the smaller man’s face was totally incongruous with the large erection he sported.
Gracia stifled a giggle, peeking over the bed as well. “Are you all right, Roy?”
“No! Maes knocked me out of bed,” Roy cried.
“It was an accident, buddy.” Maes shrugged.
“You didn’t hurt it, did you?” Gracia eyed his bobbing shaft.
“Did you hear me shriek uncontrollably?” Roy grumbled, rubbing his backside.
“Well, if you’re not hurt, get back in bed,” Maes demanded.
Roy stopped whining with a hungry look, nearly bouncing himself off the other side in his enthusiasm.
B - Bored (Illyria & Drusilla, AtS)
leni_ba B is for Bored (Illyria & Drusilla)
End of Days
Illyria slung back her long, blue hair, wiping ichor from her eyes. The lowly human her shell had loved was dead and oddly, she felt pain at that. It was a curious sensation but she couldn’t savor it long if she planned on staying alive.
Sensing something behind her, Illyria spun around. An eight-armed creature advanced on her, weapons clutched in each of its hands. Before she could react, the thing’s head rolled off. Wondering if it was some bizarre form of attack, Illyria jumped away from the tumbling body part.
As the thing’s body toppled like a dead tree before a windstorm, Illyria spotted a petite vampire stepping out from behind it. Her tongue flicked over her sword’s blade then she grimaced. “Tastes awful.”
“Who are you?” Illyria demanded.
The vampire cocked her head to one side. “What beautiful hair.” She reached for Illyria’s locked. “I want it.”
Swatting the vampire’s hand away, Illyria shot her an imperious look. “That didn’t answer my question.”
“I’m Drusilla.” The vampire swung her sword backwards, stabbing an incoming demon. “The wind whispered Daddy and my beautiful Spike would be here. It sounded like fun. I’ve been so terribly bored.”
“You know Spike?”
Drusilla trailed a hand over her breast. “I’m his everything.” She pouted. “Or I was.”
“I know Spike as well.” Illyria flashed her a blue-lipped grin. “Kill until you’re not bored any more.”
Dru brightened. “What a wonderful idea.”
C - complaint (Yar & Troi, ST:TNG) for
salomesensei C is for Complaint (Troi & Yar)
All in a Day’s Work
“Tell me about it, Tasha.” Troi leaned back on her chair, wearing her best concerned yet detached Counselor’s expression.
“Lieutenant Quick is the most infuriating man I’ve ever met,” Yar said, her fists clenching. The blond security officer paced around Troi’s office. “He questions my every order, undermines what I’m trying to do. It’s almost impossible to keep control when he’s creating such a hostile environment.”
“Have you tried talking to him?” Troi interjected into Yar’s rant.
The woman spun around, giving up on stalking around the room. “Where I’m from, Deanna, we don’t talk things out. We kept control with an iron first. If we were back on that colony, I’d have killed by now.”
“And being in Starfleet has taught you better ways of handling things, Tasha. You’re talking to me, for example,” Troi said gently. “Tell Lieutenant Quick how you feel, invite him to talk it out with Lieutenant Commander Worf if you need to.”
Yar dragged her fingers through her hair. “Yeah, that might work. Thanks, Deanna.” She sighed. “Don’t you ever get tired of hearing complaints all day?”
Troi just smiled. “It’s my job, after all. I love being able to help.”
Yar snorted. “I’d have to kill someone if I had your job. You’re special, Deanna.”
Troi’s smile broadened. “Thank you.”
D = Demonstrate (Kai, Blood +) for Leni_ba
E
F
G
H - hours (Ed/WInry, FMA) for
evil_little_dog H is for Hours (Ed/Winry)
No Mistakes
It would be hours before the train got to Resembol. Ed didn’t want to wait that long, not that he had much choice. The train didn’t go any faster. Al lay sleeping in the berth, his restored body seeming to need as much sleep as the cats he so adored. That left Ed alone with his thoughts and most of them centered on Winry.
At first he mulled over all the ways she was going to kill him for leaving her again or not calling to let her know he was coming home. He had wanted to surprise her but with all the hours to kill on the train, he was having second thoughts about the brilliance of that plan.
Then his thoughts turned to all the things he and Winry would do when he got home. Once he worked past all the obvious things, that left only one, the most exciting of them all. Unfortunately, it was too exciting. Not wanting to shuffle embarrassingly toward the lavatory car, Ed tossed himself into his berth, hoping Al remained asleep until he got his body under control. The problem was he had too much time to think and a brain too full of Winry. It took imagining not only Mr. Garfiel in his best dress but allowing the man to doll up Mustang and Armstrong, too. That deflated things in a hurry.
Frustrated with the fact he couldn’t alter time and just be there at Winry’s side, Ed wandered out to the dining car, figuring Al would be okay for a little while. He groaned when he saw Mustang sitting there having tea. Well, at least he’d be a distraction. “Why did you even come?” he asked, tossing himself down opposite the other alchemist. “It’s not like you know anyone in Resembol and the ones you do know don’t like you.”
“To make you insane.” Roy smirked.
“I think you just wanted time alone with Hawkeye in some hick town inn,” Ed said, surprised by the startled look on Mustang’s face.
“What makes you think that?”
“I’m not as dumb as you think. I know she was your hostage. Besides,” Ed shrugged. “The woman said she would kill herself and be buried with you if she had to kill you over Envy. If that’s not a woman in love.”
“Keep it to yourself, Edward,” Roy said and Ed heard the underlying hint of threat. “And if you must know I’m coming along because I’m the one who took you away from her and I’m going to give you back to her because, heaven help her, she actually wants you.” Roy’s dark eyes narrowed. “Don’t mess it up, Fullmetal.”
There was even more meaning in that than there had been in the threat. Ed tossed his hair back. “No worries, General Shit. I won’t mess up anything this important.”
That answer seemed to satisfy them both. Mustang went back to drinking his tea, staring out the window. Ed realized how lucky he was. Unlike Mustang, he was free to go home to the girl he loved. No way in hell he was messing that up.
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K = karma (Buffy, BtVS) for
scribesds K = karma (Buffy, BtVS)
Karmic Burn
Buffy rarely had time to contemplate her life but occasionally life handed her a little lull, like now. She had to wonder about karma. What had she done in a previous life, that karma hated her so much? She had a father who routinely failed her, her mother, her sister, a man she finally edited out of her life for good. The first man she ever loved had been a creature she was sworn to destroy. Buffy had loved him anyway, fiercely, recklessly and in the end he still left her, leaving a part of himself swimming in her blood.
The second man she ever loved left her, too. Somehow she couldn’t hold onto him hard enough or was it that she could hold him so tight that he couldn’t move that drove him away? Did he feel inadequate and all too simply human? The third man she ever loved, another vampire, another leaver. He ‘died’ for the cause but he came back, only not to her. There was no reason he couldn’t, he simply didn’t. After that she filled her bed with meaningless men.
Karma, if that was what it was, took everything from her. Her mother died far too young. It took from her the knowledge that her sister wasn’t her sister, not really and no matter how much Dawn felt real, no matter how much Buffy loved her, that knowledge clung to the inside of Buffy’s brain and hair polluting her feelings. Her home was gone now, too. She had no roots. She blew through life like a tumbleweed, detached, cool. Maybe it was better that way. Most everything she had ever loved had been taken from her, even her friends drifted away then back again, making her wonder when would be the time they didn’t come home.
Xander would call karma a bitch. Andrew would make a joke about her being a serial killer last life to have luck this bad. Buffy knew one thing for sure. Karma could go to hell and leave her alone. There was precious little she had left to lose.
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T - telephone (Connor & SPike, AtS) for
a2zmomT= telephone (Connor & Spike)
Stories about Dad (AR, where LA didn’t end up in hell)
Connor picked up the telephone as it rang then flopped back on his dorm room bed. “Hi.”
“Hey, junior, you called with a request to save you from the tedium of studying,” Spike voice boomed over the line.
“Botany is so damn dull!” Connor exclaimed. “You know what I want to hear.”
Spike chuckled. “Oh of these days I’m going to run out of stories to tell you. All right, I’ll tell you about this little thing we chase through Highgate cemetery. That girl was so fast and agile, we almost thought we were after the Slayer but we knew she was in China.”
“This better not be a story where you two ate someone, Spike,” Connor warned. “I’ll go back to reading about xylem and phloem.”
“It is and it isn’t. She darted into a mausoleum to hide but an unlocked metal door is hardly a deterrent to us. She had the good sense to knock out the stained glass window and go out it. Your dad, being the big dumb ox that he is, charged right after her.”
Connor chuckled. “I see where this is going.”
“That makes you smarter than Nancy boy,” Spike replied, equally amused. “He got jammed in there so damn tight, took half the night to get him out. Of course, it would have gone faster if we hadn’t all been laughing so bloody hard and you’re way too young to know what Dru and Darla did to him while he was stuck there.”
“Eww, stop right there! I need brain bleach!” Connor cried.
Spike laughed.” There you go, junior. Another goodnight story from your Uncle Spike, now get back to studying.”
Shaking his head, Connor said goodbye. He looked at his botany book, sighed and decided it was dark enough to go hunting. He couldn’t wait until he asked Angel about this story.
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W = waiting (Luxwana Troi & Picard, ST:TNG) for
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Z - Zealous (Spike/Dru, BtVS) for
evil_little_dogZealous (Spike/Dru)
Wartime
“Let’s see it, Dru,” Spike said as she stepped out of the seamstress’ changing room.
Dru spun around in her little black dress. “Am I beautiful?”
“Always, my plum.” Spike caught her in his arm then unbuttoned a few of the pearl buttons along her back. “Oh good, the old cow did it.” He glanced over at the seamstress who they had left in a drained heap on the floor. “Now you have an official soldier’s map, ducks.”
“Can’t lose me now,” Drusilla purred, grinding back against him.
“That’s the idea, love.” When Spike heard of the English soldiers giving their sweetheart the silk or cloth maps they were issued and that the girls sewed them into their dresses, he knew Dru would love that, at least until she got bored.
“But why did we come to Germany? I don’t like it here,” Dru pouted.
“Because it’s war time and there are a lot of great places to find lots of challenging eats,” Spike replied.
Dru twisted in his arms, nipping his chin. “My star always has the best plans. I want a uniform, Spike.”
His brow beetled. “Why?”
“So they think we’re one of them. All the better to get close and eat them all up.” Dru tapped his nose, her eyes holding a zealous gleam.
“This is what I love so much about you.” Spike kissed her deeply.
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Date: 2009-06-11 03:00 am (UTC)Telephone made me snicker. Poor, poor Angel.
YAY FOR ZEALOUS. Go eat some people Dru.
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Date: 2009-06-11 03:28 am (UTC)Angel is about to kill them both
glad you liked yours. I saw that map thing on BBC Antique Roadshow today
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Date: 2009-06-11 04:31 am (UTC)I see Maes/Roy I don't always read it as Maes dominate/ROy subbie but a lot of people do. If I don't know the person's likes well yet I ask
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Date: 2009-06-11 11:11 pm (UTC)Bored - Wasn't boring… Intriguing, wondering what Dru and Illyria would make of each other.
Karma - Mine was very good! But sad… I felt so sorry for Buffy.
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Date: 2009-06-12 01:44 am (UTC)yeah Buffy wasn't in the mood to be happy
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Date: 2009-06-12 01:13 am (UTC)The karma one was too sad. Poor Buffy, she really doesn't have any luck in life.
Liked Spike and Dry getting up to tricks. I didn't know that about the maps. How romantic.
Dru and Illyria are a very scary combo.
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Date: 2009-06-12 01:21 am (UTC)I didn't know about the maps until I was watching the BBC version of Antique Roadshow and someone brought one of those dresses in yesterday
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