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slashthedrabble2009-05-23 12:06 pm
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300-word Buffyverse ficlet: Adam and Steve: Angel/Spike, PG
Title Adam and Steve
Fandom: Buffyverse (not following comic canon)
Rating/Warnings: PG, first person POV, shanshu!fic bordering on crack
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: All your base are belong to Joss (and no religious offense meant; just for cracky fanfic-y fun.)
What we’ve done was unforgiveable, and yet somewhere in their heart of hearts, the Powers that Be found the ability to forgive us. So maybe we did something right, yeah? Maybe this is our second chance. Maybe this is our chance to forgive ourselves.
We didn’t destroy the world, we gave it another chance. Utopia. Eden. Shangri-La. Hell, call it the Matrix v. 7.0 if that’s what you want. Whatever you call it, it’s brand new. I just hope they get around to bringing the rest of the lot back, because there isn’t a chance in hell that I’m repopulating the Earth with his spawn.
Not that I’d mind a bit of the birds and bees. There’s not much to do in a xbox-less world, and we’re pretty much naked, except that he feels embarrassed and has to go about with a fig leaf skirt strapped around his waist. Bleedin’ nancy boy poofter.
I save the bloody world (with a bit of help from whatshisname) and I get rewarded paradise with only His Broodiness for company.
But I guess this is about forgiveness. Penance and reward, and that rot. If some tossers think they’re better than us just because they are omniscient and invisible, and bloody gits, then I can show them I’m just as good as them, even better. ‘Cause I’ll forgive him, right here and now. I forgive him (mostly), and mostly because, at this point, all that useless bollocks doesn’t matter, and I’m bored, and he’s prancing about like some tanned, damned Adonis.
You know, had anyone told me that this was the reward for taking down the Biggest Bads of them all, I would’ve laughed at them. I still laugh, sometimes, but that’s usually when I pull the vine off Princess Peaches’ skirt.
I love paradise.
Fandom: Buffyverse (not following comic canon)
Rating/Warnings: PG, first person POV, shanshu!fic bordering on crack
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Disclaimer: All your base are belong to Joss (and no religious offense meant; just for cracky fanfic-y fun.)
What we’ve done was unforgiveable, and yet somewhere in their heart of hearts, the Powers that Be found the ability to forgive us. So maybe we did something right, yeah? Maybe this is our second chance. Maybe this is our chance to forgive ourselves.
We didn’t destroy the world, we gave it another chance. Utopia. Eden. Shangri-La. Hell, call it the Matrix v. 7.0 if that’s what you want. Whatever you call it, it’s brand new. I just hope they get around to bringing the rest of the lot back, because there isn’t a chance in hell that I’m repopulating the Earth with his spawn.
Not that I’d mind a bit of the birds and bees. There’s not much to do in a xbox-less world, and we’re pretty much naked, except that he feels embarrassed and has to go about with a fig leaf skirt strapped around his waist. Bleedin’ nancy boy poofter.
I save the bloody world (with a bit of help from whatshisname) and I get rewarded paradise with only His Broodiness for company.
But I guess this is about forgiveness. Penance and reward, and that rot. If some tossers think they’re better than us just because they are omniscient and invisible, and bloody gits, then I can show them I’m just as good as them, even better. ‘Cause I’ll forgive him, right here and now. I forgive him (mostly), and mostly because, at this point, all that useless bollocks doesn’t matter, and I’m bored, and he’s prancing about like some tanned, damned Adonis.
You know, had anyone told me that this was the reward for taking down the Biggest Bads of them all, I would’ve laughed at them. I still laugh, sometimes, but that’s usually when I pull the vine off Princess Peaches’ skirt.
I love paradise.