Entries tagged with btvs/ats

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[fic] tbbt - paradox fiction friday responses

All Sheldon/Penny, all for the prompt future.

My Sister's Keeper. Crossover with Star Trek XI. McCoy, Penny, ~650 words.

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Tomorrow Night. Crossover with Angel the series. Sheldon, Angel, ~300 words..

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Champagne. Sheldon, Penny, ~450 words.

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letters to my mother; timeline & notes

Chronology

01. Buffy to Joyce, 10 November 2003

1981

Jan 19 - Buffy is born

1995

Jan 19 - Buffy turns 14
Sep 01 - Buffy starts her freshman year at Hemrey

1996

19 Jan - Buffy turns 15
Summer - Buffy is called as the Slayer
01 Sep - Buffy starts her sophomore year at Hemrey (S1)
03 Sep - Merrick approaches Buffy

1997

06 Jan - Buffy meets Spike for the first time (L1)
19 Jan - Buffy turns 16
01 Sep - Buffy starts her junior year at Hemrey (S2)

1998

19 Jan - Buffy turns 17
01 Sep - Buffy starts her senior year at Hemrey (S3)

1999

19 Jan - Buffy turns 18
01 Sep - Schoolyear begins (S4)

2000

19 Jan - Buffy turns 19
01 Sep - Schoolyear begins (S5)

2001

19 Jan - Buffy turns 20
01 Sep - Schoolyear begins (S6)

2002

19 Jan - Buffy turns 21
Summer - Buffy, Dawn, and Spike move to Sunnydale
01 Sep - Schoolyear begins (S7)
10 Nov - Buffy writes a letter to her mother (L1)

2003

19 Jan - Buffy turns 22 (S7)

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there's a hole in the world. feels like we ought to have known.

Stories that I should write, but probably won't. Grr argh.

Five things that never happened to Kate Bishop and Billy Kaplan.

Billy/Penny - "How long have you been in love with me?"

This Wes/Faith story:

there's a hole in the world. feels like we ought to have known.

She makes art from his body. She takes the raw material of his flesh and bends it to her will, cracks open his skin as a painter cracks open a fresh tube of oil paint, molds his face with her fists as a sculptor shapes wet clay. His pain matters because she enjoys it as an inevitable side effect like charcoal on her fingertips and because it is a reflection of the tempest she carries within.

As is the right of the artist, she sets her mark on him.

As befits a work of art, he is silent until she gives him voice.

"Still haven't heard you scream, Wes," she says, and steps back. There's a cocky jut to her jaw as she admires the way the reds blend with the black and the blues; wide sweeps of scarlet down his neck and chest deepening to a rich crimson on his flanks, the lovely flush of an indigo bruise on one cheekbone -

He shifts, then, and looks at her, and mouths, "You never will," but there is screaming, there is, she can hear it, it's choking her ears and

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( Also, this even stranger Kate story, R-rated, set in some post-apocalyptic future... )