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Dec. 30th, 2005 | 01:28 am
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Discussion
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Wesley/Giles
Prompt: 021 - Friends
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Summary: Fred and Wesley discuss Giles.

"He's nice, I like him."

Wesley looked up from his book and gave Fred a curious smile. "Pardon?"

"Giles. I like him I could almost ask him out on a date."

"Oh," said Wesley, his smile faltering a bit. "I see..."

"He's kind, caring and sweet. Plus smart," sighed Fred. She looked down at Wesley and noticed the look on his face and quickly added, "And obviously he likes you a lot."

Wesley grinned. "I suppose. You aren't going to ask him out are you?"

"He wouldn't say yes to me when he has you," said Fred, rolling her eyes.

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lizzies100

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Dec. 30th, 2005 | 01:23 am
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: New Year Engagements
Pairing: Wesley/Giles
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: Around 1100
Summary: Wesley and Giles get stuck on New Year's Eve. AU after S3 of Buffy
AN: For dawnie1970. Happy Early New Year! :D
Prompt: #095 New Year

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Oct. 22nd, 2005 | 10:13 pm
mood: coldcold
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

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Oct. 16th, 2005 | 03:01 am
mood: naughtynaughty
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Sex, Interrupted
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Giles/Wesley
Prompt: #071 - Broken
Word Count: 251
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Slashy sex ahead!
Disclaimer: Joss, Fox and ME own them, not me!

"Uh, Rupert... I... God.... I... think... don't stop!"

"Then be quiet, Wesley."

"I'm trying but..."

Giles sighed and gripped Wesley's hips tighter before changing the angle of his thrusting. With each thrust, the head board of the bed knocked against the wall with such force that Giles was sure it was going to break through it. It amused him though. This was what Wesley got for being so cheap and booking the cheapest motel room for their weekend holiday.

"God, Rupert," whimpered Wesley as he buried his head in the pillow. He adjusted himself and tried to ignore the problem below him but it became hard when he heard something fall off the bed and land on the floor. "Rupert..."

"What?" grunted Giles, wishing Wesley wasn't so bloody vocal while they shagged,

"The bed," panted Wesley. He tried to say more but was interrupted when the bed collapsed on them, sending Giles off him and onto the floor.

"Bloody hell," muttered Giles as he laid on the dirty floor, looking toward the ceiling.

"I tried to tell you," said Wesley with a sheepish look. "Wonder if they'll make us pay for it."

Giles narrowed his eyes at the other man and quickly moved back to the mattress, which was now lying on the floor. "Who cares," he muttered as loomed over Wesley and deeply kissed him. "I have things I need to finish if you don't mind."

"Not at all," quipped Wesley as he pulled his lover down for another kiss.

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Oct. 16th, 2005 | 02:55 am
mood: deviousdevious
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Apple Picking
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Giles/Wesley
Prompt: #011 - Red
Word Count: 275
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: None
Summary: The title says it all
Disclaimer: Joss, Fox and ME owns them, not me.


"Are you sure this is the proper way?"

Giles nodded. "I'm quite sure. Now hold the basket steady."

Wesley chewed on his bottom lip and glanced up. They were in an apple orchard, and instead of allowing the owners to pick the apples for them, Giles had grabbed his hand and pulled him out into the grove. And once they found, what he called a suitable tree, he preceded to climb it.

"This is too dangerous! You could fall!" exclaimed Wesley as a red apple came tumbling down. It fell in front of him and split in half, causing the insides to splatter on his new oxfords. "Rupert!"

"Didn't I say to hold the basket steady?" asked Giles as he dropped another apple down. This time the fruit landed in the basket and Wesley rolled his eyes as Giles threw his arms up in celebration.

"This is utterly ridiculous," muttered Wesley. He heard Giles say something but didn't quite hear him. Instead, he felt something hard hit him on top of the head, followed by Giles giggling.

Throwing the other man a dirty look, Wesley dropped the basket and folded his hands over his chest like a petulant child. Giles laughed again and asked Wesley to help him down from the tree. Wesley looked up and shook his head.

"Perhaps you should've thought of that before you dropped apples on my head," stated Wesley with a cheeky grin. Giles growled at him and Wesley just chuckled before turning on his heel and walking off. He was quite sure he'd seen some selling apple cider out front and holding the basket had made him awfully thirsty.

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Oct. 16th, 2005 | 02:48 am
mood: creative
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Touch
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Giles/Wesley
Prompt: #038 - Touch
Word Count: 145
Rating: R
Author's Notes: None
Summary: Even without sight, he knows his lover's touch
Disclaimer: Joss, Fox and ME own them, not me

His touch is familiar, even now. If Giles could see clearly, he knew he would see Wesley in front of him. But he doesn't need sight to know his lover is there. Wesley's fingers are like magic on his skin. He knows where Giles likes to be touched and how.

He feels Wesley's fingertips on his chest and sucks in deeply when they land on his pert nipples. The sensations the other man is causing has the power to drive Giles mad. Something that rarely happens.

He whimpers when he feels his lover's hands slide over his face and start to tug at the material of the blindfold. "No," whispers Giles, pulling his head back. "I rather like having the blindfold on. Makes everything better." And he smiles when he feels Wesley's fingers leave the blindfold before they go back to work on his chest.

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Oct. 12th, 2005 | 11:31 pm
mood: lovedloved
music: Sarah McLachlan - World On Fire
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Strip Poker
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Wesley and Giles
Prompt: #050 Spade
Word Count: 159
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: None

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Title: Burning Turkeys
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Wesley/Giles
Prompt: #093 Thanksgiving
Word Count: 283
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: None

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Oct. 12th, 2005 | 12:49 pm
mood: contentcontent
music: Ben Lee - Ache For You
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Dying Heart Part Two
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Giles/Wesley
Prompt: #067 Snow
Word Count: 785
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I was talked into writing more, and really, I couldn't just leave it there. Thanks for all the feedback! :)
Summary: Giles finds his way back to England and sees someone unexpected, while Wesley decides it's time to run again.
Disclaimer: Joss, WB and ME owns them, not me.

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Oct. 11th, 2005 | 09:48 pm
mood: crushedcrushed
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Dying Heart
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Giles/Wesley
Prompt: #066 Rain
Word Count: 532
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: No spoilers.
Summary: Wesley lives with his decision, no matter what the cost
Disclaimer: Joss, WB and ME owns them.

He couldn't remember how long it'd been raining. A week perhaps, or maybe even two. His days always seemed to bleed into each other and sometimes it was hard for him to tell them apart. It didn't matter to him though; he liked the gloom, and the cold. It seemed to suit his mood just fine.

There had been time in Wesley's life when he'd been happy. His days had meaning and he marked them each with new memories. He'd been in a loving relationship, with a loving man. Giles' love chased all the demons away. With him, Wesley never felt second best, nor did he ever have to atone for simple mistakes he made.

Wesley's life was bordering on perfection until the day he realized he'd fallen in love with the older man. Giles had always told Wesley how he felt, yet Wesley could never do the same. Every time he opened his mouth to tell his real feelings, his father's voice would invade his mind. The voice was always cold and it literally chilled Wesley to the bone.

He'd come to understand what the voice meant. To Wesley the voice spoke only the truth and if he stayed with Giles, he'd bring nothing but pain to the other man. He never wanted to be selfish so one night he simply walked away. Without a note and without a goodbye.

Wesley knew Giles had looked for him. There had been calls and posts, but he ignored them. Giles was better off without him, something Wesley was quite sure of. But it still pained him. Especially when he would get a post, asking him to come home.

He did return home though. Back to the gray of England, where his life had begun, and would most likely end. It was where he knew he should be. This was his destiny. He hadn't been raised to fall in love. Instead he'd been raised to respect his father and do the Council's bidding.

"Wesley?"

The cold voice snapped Wesley out of his daze and he lifted his head. It was raining again and large droplets of water were running down the outside of the window. Wesley watched the water drops and cleared his throat. "Yes?"

"The Council didn't hire you to stare out the window and daydream all day! It's your responsibility to get all of the posts separated and to their proper places," growled the voice. "Do not make me put you on cleaning duty."

Wesley quickly blinked his eyes as painful tears filled them. He stared at his reflection in the window and it looked so hollow and broken. He turned around and looked at the older man before placing his hands behind his back, much like a child would when being lectured. "Yes, father," he whispered. The older man curtly nodded his head and bristled out of the room.

Wesley waited for the door to click shut before bending down to pick up a post address to him. It was from California, Sunnydale to be exact. He didn't bother reading it before tossing it in the bin. This was where he belonged now and it suited his dying heart just fine.

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Oct. 11th, 2005 | 05:46 pm
posted by: deviantfantasy in lizzies100

Title: Molding
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Giles/Wesley
Prompt: Smell
Word Count: 326
Rating: R
Author's Notes: No Spoilers
Summary: A little fun with playdoh
Disclaumer: Joss, WB and ME owns them. Also, JKR owns Harry Potter.

The unmistakable scent of play-doh filled Giles’ senses as he stirred in his sleep. Had Abigail left her favorite toy in the bedroom again? He opened his eyes and looked around. They finally landed on Wesley, who was sitting up in bed, a mound of yellow play-doh in his hands.

Giles smiled and watched as his partner rolled it between his hands. It looked like he was making a snake but the more he rolled and poked it, the less it looked like a snake and more like a…

“Wesley!” gaped Giles as he quickly sat up. Wesley jumped a little, not knowing the other man was awake.

“What?!” he asked, looking at Giles with wide eyes. He hadn’t a clue as to why Giles had yelled at him.

“Don’t use our daughter’s play-doh to mold perverted things!” He said incredulously.

Wesley slowly blinked his eyes. He looked down at the play-doh and then at Giles again. “Perverted? It’s Nagini. Lord Voldemort’s snake? We ran out of green play-doh and Abigail has that project due tomorrow for school. See?”

He picked up a pamphlet and waved it in front of Giles’ face, which made the other man sneeze. Giles grabbed it and looked at the pictures of the play-doh Harry Potter characters. “Oh,” he muttered.

“What did you think I was making, love?” asked Wesley, perking an eyebrow. Giles blushed and ducked his head.

“Never mind,” he muttered before pushing the blankets off his legs. He swung them over the side of the bed before glancing at Wesley’s snake again. “By the way, a snake’s head isn’t shaped like that.”

Wesley watched Giles walk out of the room and looked at the snake. “Oh,” he said when he realized what Giles had been talking about. The head didn’t look like a snake’s at all so Wesley quickly smashed the snake and blushed. Perhaps he needed to stop thinking about Giles before he attempted to make another one.

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