Fic: Lighting the Tree

Title: Lighting the Tree
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Ethan’s looking for a bit of extra attention. What a surprise. ;-)
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: fire
Note: Not necessarily a sequel to Of Old Mystics, but I was thinking of that most excellent Giles/Ethan tale when I wrote this. I highly recommend it.
Word Count: 132

Feeling a surge of Ethan's magic, Rupert stepped quickly into the darkened living room. “What are you doing?”

Ethan gestured toward the tree, decorated but unlit. “There obviously needs to be flame. It's traditional.”

It sounded sensible, but Rupert knew Ethan. “I'd rather prefer to have a tree this year, and not a charred stick.”

Ethan turned away, but Rupert could feel his smile. “One little fire imp and I'm never forgiven.”

Wrapping his arms around Ethan, Rupert replied, “I merely said I'd prefer not to repeat the experience.”

“Well, what do you suggest then? That I never perform magic again?”

“Why don't we light the tree together?” As they joined their magic into one, Ethan leaned into his husband and purred, and Rupert knew this is what he'd wanted all along.

Fic: Lighting the Tree

Title: Lighting the Tree
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Ethan’s looking for a bit of extra attention. What a surprise. ;-)
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: fire
Note: Not necessarily a sequel to Of Old Mystics, but I was thinking of that most excellent Giles/Ethan tale when I wrote this. I highly recommend it ("it" being "Of Old Mystics" although I do very much like my own story as well!)
Word Count: 132

Feeling a surge of Ethan's magic, Rupert stepped quickly into the darkened living room. “What are you doing?”

Ethan gestured toward the tree, decorated but unlit. “There obviously needs to be flame. It's traditional.”

It sounded sensible, but Rupert knew Ethan. “I'd rather prefer to have a tree this year, and not a charred stick.”

Ethan turned away, but Rupert could feel his smile. “One little fire imp and I'm never forgiven.”

Wrapping his arms around Ethan, Rupert replied, “I merely said I'd prefer not to repeat the experience.”

“Well, what do you suggest then? That I never perform magic again?”

“Why don't we light the tree together?” As they joined their magic into one, Ethan leaned into his husband and purred, and Rupert knew this is what he'd wanted all along.

Fic: Zombies on the Beach

Title: Zombies on the Beach

Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – fire – but the prompt is flexible is sunlight -> sun -> great big fireball -> fire.

Summary: Ethan learning that Giles is dead.

Note: In my Lotus in Muddy Water series.

Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Word Count: 100

 

Faith stared at the corpses, waiting for just one of them to start moving again, wondering if she could get away with decking a human, when he chose to speak. “It's a shame Ripper wasn't here. Ripper always adored the classics.”

 

Aidan was between them before Faith could hit Ethan. “You hadn't heard?” Faith gave Aidan a sharp look. He was speaking gently to this asshole?

 

Ethan raised an arm against the sunlight. “No.”

 

“Rupert Giles is dead.”

 

Ethan looked as pale as the zombies had the night before. Maybe she didn't need to punch him.

Fic: Zombies on the Beach

Title: Zombies on the Beach
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – fire – but the prompt is flexible is sunlight -> sun -> great big fireball -> fire.
Summary: Ethan learning that Giles is dead.
Note: In my Lotus in Muddy Water series.
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Word Count: 100

Faith stared at the corpses, waiting for just one of them to start moving again, wondering if she could get away with decking a human, when he chose to speak. “It's a shame Ripper wasn't here. Ripper always adored the classics.”

Aidan was between them before Faith could hit Ethan. “You hadn't heard?” Faith gave Aidan a sharp look. He was speaking gently to this asshole?

Ethan raised an arm against the sunlight. “No.”

“Rupert Giles is dead.”

Ethan looked as pale as the zombies had the night before. Maybe she didn't need to punch him.

Fic: Plummeting from the Nest

Title: Plummeting from the Nest
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Wes doesn’t feel ready to be a Watcher.
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – fire – but this week's prompt is flexible. To get to fire I started with the Tarot card of the Hermit, who holds a lantern which is illuminated by a flame.
Word Count: 100

Wesley had meant to be a scholar, a Hermit whose light would illuminate the work of others. Father had other ideas. He'd arranged for Wesley to become a Watcher.

Wesley had studied day and night, learned everything there was to learn about Sunnydale, and had even taken the advanced training that had pitted him against vampires. None of it had helped. He was terrified. Men who had trained their whole lives had failed at this task. He would have turned back if he could, but Father...

Surely the Council wouldn't have assigned him to the task if he wasn't prepared.

Fic: Plummeting from the Nest

Title: Plummeting from the Nest
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Wes doesn’t feel ready to be a Watcher.
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – fire – but this week's prompt is flexible. To get to fire I started with the Tarot card of the Hermit, who holds a lantern which is illuminated by a flame.
Word Count: 100

Wesley had meant to be a scholar, a Hermit whose light would illuminate the work of others. Father had other ideas. He'd arranged for Wesley to become a Watcher.

Wesley had studied day and night, learned everything there was to learn about Sunnydale, and had even taken the advanced training that had pitted him against vampires. None of it had helped. He was terrified. Men who had trained their whole lives had failed at this task. He would have turned back if he could, but Father...

Surely the Council wouldn't have assigned him to the task if he wasn't prepared.

Music: The Youngsters singing Christmas in Jail

Another from Silly Santa Songs day on the Blues Plate Special...

"Merry Christmas Baby - Charles Brown" (Watch on YouTube)