Yes indeedy.
I do believe we are as one with our Homicide loveness.
Book ,'Serenity'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Yes indeedy.
I do believe we are as one with our Homicide loveness.
Jossverse/Sandman.
(Spoilery for the Jossverse)
And after the sun had finally filled everything, and his veins had exploded into light, he woke up somewhere else.
"Hello, Spike." She wore battered looking jeans and a sexy little strappy black top, and her hair was a glossy black tangle that reminded him of Dru, whose locks he used to brush a hundred times before they curled up to sleep each dawn. "I've been waiting."
"Do I know you, Pet?" She smiled. It was a smile you could lose yourself in very easily.
He wasn't ready after all.
"Bugger that for a lark!"
Spike legged it.
Death shrugged.
Bwah! That explains so much.
BWAH! Fay, rocking.
re: Jossverse/Sandman
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
These are so, so good. It's been a veritable explosion of good fic in here today.
Wrod.
The girl behind the microphone made Fred look positively voluptuous, but she seemed like a nice enough little thing. And she could sing, which was far more than Lorne could say for the other applicants.
Afterwards she pulled a face and perched on the seat in front of him.
"Well, my little celery stick, aren't you a deep one? Dancing babies, unicorns, magical visions of Reverend Al Green? Case after case won despite all legal precedent and common sense favouring the opposition? You've got some powerful mojo, Miss McBeal. Welcome to Wolfram and Hart. I think you'll fit right in."
BWAH!
(spitting all over the floor)