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27 January 2017 @ 04:33 pm
I've been away far too long due to bereavement and other crap, but let's see if we can start 2017 a little better.

From now to the end of February, I declare our theme for ideas to be:

Brush Up Your Shakespeare

Drabbles, ficlets (or sonnets if you really want to), the idea is to draw inspriation from all things vaguely to do with Shakespeare. Each week I will throw out some prompt ideas but you are free to use or ignore as you see fit. Week 1:--->

This above all: to thine own self be true.

It is a wise father than knows his own child.

Beware the green-eyed monster.

Additional prompts:

A pound of flesh

Exit, pursued by a bear

You have witchcraft in your lips

Third set of prompts:

For some must watch, while some must sleep

You take my life when you take the means whereby I live

'Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers

Probably bonus points for writing an actual monster with green eyes or for anything that involves Giles in tights.
22 February 2017 @ 09:16 pm
Title: Balcony View
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 900
Prompt: "Exit, pursued by a bear"
Summary: High up on a nightclub balcony. Buffy has a lot to say about the newbie Slayers hunting below. Giles has other things on his mind.
Notes: So this wound up being too long to be considered a "Short", but, since it was inspired by one of the Shakespeare prompts this month, I thought I'd leave the links here.

You can find the work either on my LJ or on AO3.

18 February 2017 @ 02:43 pm
Thanks to il_mio_capitano for the prompt!

My offering is perhaps a shade too long at 950 words for this community, but if you wish to read it --

TITLE: "Hands and Hearts" [link here]
PAIRING: Giles/Anya
RATING: Teen, for a bit of bad language
LENGTH: approximately 950 words
SUMMARY: An AU early season 6, diverging from canon after "Flooded".
The prompt: "Here's our own hands against our hearts." – Much Ado About Nothing
16 February 2017 @ 07:20 pm
Title: The Third Time isn’t the Charm
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 200
Prompt: "You take my life when you take the means whereby I live."

He wasn’t there the first time, though he had tried to be. Tried to take her place. The less he thought about the second time, the better. And now here he was, desperately casting a counter-curse to prevent the third. The dark miasma surrounding her disappeared. His spell was successful, but that didn’t mean he succeeded. She was so still.

“Please. Oh please! Oh please,” he begged, dropping to his knees beside her. “Can’t go on without her. Won’t go on. Please!”

“Love you too,” Buffy croaked, eyes still closed, and Giles sobbed in relief. He didn’t even realize he was kissing her until he felt her lips move under his and her hand thread through his hair. He quickly pulled away.

“So, that’s what a girl has to do to get kissed around here. Good to know,” Buffy grinned, sounding both smug and exhausted. Giles found himself smiling back.

“Well, if you would be so kind as to refrain from getting yourself killed yet again, I promise I will kiss you as often as you like,” he said.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Buffy declared and tapped her finger to her lips. Giles was quick to answer her command.

16 February 2017 @ 07:12 pm
Title: The Eyes Have It
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 100
Prompt: "Beware the green-eyed monster."
Notes: I think you can guess what episode this is from.

Grief is a funny thing. It makes you deadly. It makes you dumb. Not a great combination.

And as she stared down at monster that killed Giles, she realized just how stupid she’d been, because she’d know those green eyes anywhere. And who else would start reassuring her that he was alright seconds after receiving a supposed death blow by her own hands? Because even if she couldn’t speak “monster,” she knew that’s what he was telling her.

But it seemed that the more she fussed over him, the calmer he became. Her green-eyed monster was going to be okay.

11 February 2017 @ 11:54 am
I'm a little late, so forgive me. Shakespeare is our monthly theme so anything plot stealing from the bard is welcome. Drables, ficlets, poems, stage directions....anything is welcome. The only rule is Giles must be in the mix, but it can be ever so slight. Below are some quotes that might inspire thinky thoughts.

For some must watch, while some must sleep

You take my life when you take the means whereby I live

'Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers

Have at it!

10 February 2017 @ 11:20 pm
Title: Father's Son
Author: Quaggy
Word Count: 200
Prompt: "It is a wise father than knows his own child."

The boy was the rough looking sort. All leather and shredded denim, splattered with something that looked like blood. But rather than scurry past, the man –who looked like he should be in Mayfair, not in this particularly rough and grimy part of London— sat down beside him on the bank of the Thames, heedless of his pristine suit.

“How did you find me?” the boy asked, gruffly.

“An educated guess.”

“So you know, then?”

“Yes. Between the books you left behind and what we could gather from your… companions, I think we have a clear picture of what happened. You were reckless to play with such things, but, even so, what occurred couldn’t have been predicted,” the man replied. Leaning forward, the man caught the boy’s eye. “The fact that it wasn’t worse is due to your quick thinking. You handled yourself beautifully. I’m proud of you.”

And that was it. The boy broke down sobbing. Though the man offered no words of comfort or physical demonstrations of affection, his compassion enveloped the boy like a blanket. When the boy had finally calmed himself, the man asked quietly, “Shall we go home then, Rupert?”

“Yes, Da. I’d like that.”

09 February 2017 @ 08:58 pm

Title: The Liberty That Follows
Author: littleotter73
Characters: Giles/Buffy, Xander, Willow
Setting: Post series, no comics
Rating: FRC
Word Count: 100
Prompt: You have witchcraft in your lips.

It had been a hard fought battle, but the Scooby Gang stood victorious and surveyed the wreckage before them.

“Ugh! It’s not gonna dissolve, is it?” Xander whined, supporting an exhausted Willow.

“I am too tired for burial duty,” Buffy whinged. “But we've gotta do something or it will start to stink.”

Catching his breath, Giles viewed the giant wyrm with disgust before his eyes flashed bright green and the beast burst into flame.

“My hero!” Buffy declared, throwing her arms around him and surprising him with a kiss. “Did anyone tell you you have witchcraft in your lips, Giles?”

03 February 2017 @ 04:11 pm
Continuing with our Shakepeare theme, drabbles and ficlets are welcome on all things Bard. Some extra lines as prompts:
A pound of flesh.

Exit, pursued by a bear.

You have witchcraft in your lips.

Or, as always, you are free to follow your own muse. Lay on, Macduff!

31 January 2017 @ 10:35 am
Title: This Above All
Author: littleotter73
Characters: Giles, Buffy, Riley
Setting: Early S5
Word Count: 100

In that deep, dark place he held in check within him, Giles hated the young Initiative soldier. Riley was a distraction at best - sulking when he didn't beat the Slayer in training, or match her kill ratio in battle, or hold her full attention. His fragile masculinity unwilling to accept her as she is.

Worse yet, Buffy tried compromising her nature to appease him.

Unable to watch the drama unfold any longer, Giles took her aside. "You are not a trophy for some insecure soldier from Iowa. You are the Slayer, Buffy, remember that. To thine own self be true."