ext_11966 ([identity profile] cala-jane.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic2009-05-21 09:36 am

THURSDAY: GIRLS IN CHARGE

Hello everyone, it's [livejournal.com profile] cala_jane again, I hope you're ready for more.

To make my Guest Host gig end with a bang, I'm putting girls in charge today. Strong girls, authority figures, badass chicks who take what they want. Girls in charge of space ships, military bases or Slayer Armies. Making sure their every order is obeyed. Use of whips and handcuffs highly encuraged.

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
BtVS, Faith/Wes, now YOU listen
Supernatural, Ruby/Lilith, masterplan

And remember to post no more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom per person. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

[identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It's easy enough to overpower the meager guard that the Council actually thought could contain her and escape the moving van as it careens down the highway. At the last moment, Faith considers the possibility that she just might need a hostage.

She knows her supernaturally enhanced body can better take the collision with the concrete than the body of her unconscious captive, so she allows herself to hit first, groaning at the impact.

She gets up, dragging Wesley along with her to an abandoned building, where the two of them can have some privacy.

When he comes around, she's in the process of building a fire in a long-neglected fireplace, trying to fill the cold, empty room with warmth.

At least, he hopes that's all she intends for the flames.

"Faith... listen to me. You've made a terrible mistake, but it's not too late to go back, not yet. It's not too late to untie me and turn yourself in. The Council won't..."

A sharp backhand blow of her fist across his face silences him, and she grabs his hair, jerking his head back as she straddles his lap, and the chair to which she's bound him.

"Now," she murmurs, her tone strangely seductive, her breath warm against his ear. "You listen, Wes. You and your damn Council don't call the shots anymore. I trusted you once already -- and you betrayed me."

Her smile is dark, cold, almost demonic, her chocolate eyes glittering with malicious pleasure as she tightens her hand in his hair, her smile widening at his whimper of pain. She takes out a narrow, razor-sharp blade, grinning when his eyes widen with fear at the sight, and pressing the flat of the blade to his throat.

"And now... I feel like telling you just what I think about that. And you're going to shut up... and listen..."

[identity profile] skinthief.livejournal.com 2009-06-20 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
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Please, if there is a god, write more. Please.

Very hot - thanks for writing this. <3 <3 <3

[identity profile] dreamsofspike.livejournal.com 2009-06-20 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
i haven't written actual buffy!verse fic in ages, and sadly prolly won't anytime soon... but i'm glad you enjoyed this little bit :P thanx, love *hugs*