The Drabble My First Lines Meme

[darkhavens]

Here are twenty of my first lines. Drabble me a tale and I'll return the favour.


I didn't know I loved him... until I saw him like that.

Clem hates keeping secrets; they make him nervous.

Xander woke feeling sore... in odd places.

It lived under the mattress.

The rules are quite simple.

Cold sweat, fear of the monsters, and a twinge of wildly inappropriate, swiftly stifled, forever to be denied lust.

Xander stared blankly for a moment and then laughed.

I get home from work and she's all packed and ready to go.

"Spike, can I have a word with you in the kitchen, please?"

Every time they met, Giles' eyes went first to Xander's neck.

The first ring was a bracelet of bruises; a circlet of purples and greens that lingered for days.

"Tell me again what happened to your crypt, Spike."

It took him a while, but Xander finally found a way to break the pattern that was his love life.

Xander had been guilted into ferrying a book and a fractious vampire out to Angel in LA.

It was the silences that made him think.

Now the chip was history it would be so very simple to install himself as Master of Seattle.

"Xander, please tell me this is one of your lame-ass practical jokes."

Xander looked around at the various heaps of... things, that had somehow managed appear inside his //their// apartment in the short hours he'd been out.

The letter spent two days locked in the top right hand drawer of Xander's desk before Spike confronted him about it.

"I know you want everyone to know that you cooked."

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[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

I saw this via Kitty's post in Bloodclaim and wanted to play as well...

#1

Xander had been guilted into ferrying a book and a fractious vampire out to Angel in LA.

Donut boy, delivery boy... When did he ever have a say in how things played out?

On a whim he pulled into the motel’s parking lot. Rented a room, refused to undo the ropes. This one time he was going to dictate the terms.

Spike was strong enough to fight, but he didn’t. Xander knew that he wouldn’t. Sitting in the car later, Spike's head had dropped down onto Xander’s shoulder.

“I’ll miss you, stupid. You know that.”

“Please... it’s just a weekend.”

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Hee! Wasn't quite expecting that ending after the 'refused to undo the ropes' bit, but then, those boys do like to play. *g*

Thanks!

Can I drabble you something Spandery in return? Give me a prompt and I'll see what I can do. ;o)

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

Can you? Sure! Pretty please!

As for a prompt... Xander's jealous when Spike hears from Angel.

And what makes you think that I like them to play?

looks back over her own past Spander fics... handcuffs, spanking... Okay, you got me there *gr*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Spike snatched up the cell before the first ring even finished, and Xander froze, just inside the bedroom doorway, and listened unashamedly. Obviously the call had been expected. Spike never answered the phone if he could help it, always claiming he wasn’t Xander’s bloody answering service. So, he had been waiting for the call. But who…?

“Peaches! Where the bloody hell have you been?”

Xander’s fingers knotted around the door handle, knuckles creaking from the strain. Angel?!

“What…? Yeah, last week. I expected you to call me back a lot sooner than this, you ignorant git.”

Xander blinked at that. Spike had called Angel and not told him? Why would he…?

“What? Yes, this weekend!”

This weekend? Their anniversary? Xander began to feel ill. Spike couldn’t be planning to see Angel on the anniversary of their first date, could he? Did the vampire even remember when they first went out? Oh gods, he was such a girl, but Spike seemed to like that about him. He always…

“Yeah, mate. Friday through to Monday, and I don’t expect to be leaving the suite unless we need extra supplies, if you get my meaning.”

Xander stifled a sob. Spike was going to be gone the whole weekend. With Angel. He could almost feel fragments of his heart breaking away and shredding his soul as he pictured the two of them together. He’d always known Spike would never stick around for long, not with him. How could he compare to Dru, or even Angelus? He wasn’t anything special, after all, just…

“Oi! None of that, you mucky-minded potato farmer. If this all goes to plan I’ll be a married man of sorts by this time next week. Now bugger off and get everything ready so I can go and wake my Xander up. And if you call here again and he answers, try not to spoil the surprise, eh? Just pretend there’s another apocalypse or something and you need our help. That’s the line I’ll be using to get him to LA and away from all these so-called friends of his. Y’know, in the past year they’ve managed to interrupt every single romantic weekend I’ve had planned for us, but they’re not ruining this one.”

Feeling like a complete and utter jerk, Xander crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up over his head. Yeah, he was definitely turning into a girl, because now he was actually crying because his boyfriend had arranged a romantic weekend getaway for them and he’d managed to spoil the surprise with his jealousy-fuelled eavesdropping. Dammit, why couldn’t he be more like…

Hold on. Married man?!

[ficbitca-bear.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwww.

Been listening to the Rat Pack all day, and had just managed to get the songs out of my head. Yet now... My head keeps spinnin'/I go to sleep and keep grinnin'/If this is just the beginnin'/my life is gonna be bee-yoo-tee-ful

Yep, that's what this is.

BEE-YOO-TEE-FUL
*hugs*

[darkhavens.livejournal.com]

Thanks! :o)))

I just fbed to your post in bloodclaim. I was amazed to see all the drabbles you'd written were off my first lines. Wonderful!