Drabble meme

[mhalachai]

Because I'm not nearly busy enough:

A drabble meme, gacked from houses7177: Every person on your f-list gets to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

Fandoms: Anita Blake, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, Smallville (early seasons), Highlander, Kindred the Embraced, those Sookie Stackhouse books (series name excapes me: gah), any of my crossovers on TTH. If you want a crossover between any of the above fandoms, make a note.

Won't Write: NC-17, slashing characters who aren't slashable in canon, hatefests. Oh, and it's going to be in character, so no Richard/Asher lovefests.

Note: I'm willing to drabble stuff from my ongoing fics, within reason. Obviously, I can't give away the endings, but I will write those 'verses if you want. Also, if you aren't a drabble writer by nature but still want a drabble, you can play our little game. Just let me know.


for houses7177
Jerk
Fandom: Anita Blake/Buffy
Note: Mind the Gap-verse, set in the month after MtG ends. In case you're wondering, the jerk is Gregory.
~*~*~*~*~

"Hey."

Dawn didn't look up. "I'll tell Anita you dropped off her gym bag."

The jerk raised an eyebrow. "What's twisted your knickers?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

If he wanted her to admit how pathetic she was, fine. "You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend."

His eyes widened comically. "Huh?"

"I saw you, last night."

Gregory tried to hide a smile. "Was she black, really hot?"

Dawn tried to stand; Gregory stopped her.

"That was Vivian," Gregory said. "Stephen's girlfriend."

"You're dating your brother's girlfriend?" Dawn exclaimed.

"No, dope. I'm not dating my identical twin's girlfriend."

Dawn blinked. Oh.

Oh.

~*~*~*~*~

for aurora_north
Hunters
Fandom: Anita Blake/Buffy
Note: Set aboard the Good Ship Spuffy.

~*~*~*~*~

"Something's following us," Buffy whispered.

Anita nodded. "Vampire."

"So?"

Anita raised her shotgun. "We are vampire hunters."

Buffy spun around. The next second, the vampire was on the ground.

"Watch the coat, Slayer!"

Buffy's stake stopped an inch above his heart. "Spike?"

"You know him?" Anita demanded.

Buffy jumped up. "Why are you here?"

Spike staggered to his feet. "Nibblet was worried."

"Your boyfriend tagged along?" Anita growled.

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Spike gave Buffy a look. "That's not what you said yesterday."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Anita scowled. "We've got to move."

Spike called after them, "No goodbye kiss?"


for cissasghost
Normal little girl
Fandom: Anita Blake/Buffy
Note: Any Given Tuesday-verse, set after the still-unwritten end of the story. Dawn and Damian.
~*~*~*~*~
"Are you sure?"

A pause, time for a paused breath as he gave her an out, a chance to run screaming into the night, like all normal little girls should do.

But normal little girls didn't have Slayers as sisters. Normal little girls didn't carry a leopard under their skins, ready to burst out at any time.

Normal little girls didn't lie naked under red-headed Viking vampires, feeling cool skin on and inside their bodies, and offer up their necks for the soft caress of lips, then the sharp plunge of fangs.

Dawn never had been a normal little girl.


for wolfseer
Detention
Fandom: Buffy/Harry Potter
Note: Pretend that Dawn's the new DADA teacher. Wouldn't that be fun?
~*~*~*~*~

"Summers."

Dawn whirled, still not comfortable with the way these all-encompassing robes hung on her body, and unsuccessfully tried to hide a sigh.

"Professor Snape."

"When I tried to give Potter detention for tonight, he informed me that you will have him mopping the entrance hall without magic, for 'lipping off' to you, the new Defence teacher."

Dawn blinked. "So? He was lippy. And disruptive. How am I supposed to teach when the kid never shuts up about the Voldemort angst and woe?"

Was that a hint of a smirk on his dour face? "Quite so. Welcome to Hogwarts, Professor."