Happy now. Will write drabbles on request.
I'm in a much better mood now, having got two exams out of six out of the way with no major disasters. Thank you for the love, guys! And guess what? Meme time! All my resolutions to write proper one-shots instead of endless drabbles are as dust! But hey, I got iwantasoda to write me Harry/Draco smut this way. You can too!
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Course you do. I don't like 'you MUST DO THIS' type memes. And don't worry, lack of super-speedy response will not make me cry. :d
Because you are awesome, and I believe in the healing powers of fic, you can have both. Spike/Connor:
He had his father’s ability to appear silently in a room. He also had his father’s inability to hide his presence from Spike.
Unlike Angel, Connor was always welcomed. So when Spike turned, he grinned and said, “look what the old man gave me. Zombie Apocalypse 3.”
“There’s only been one zombie apocalypse.”
Connor stared, trying to work out if Spike was serious. The vampire grinned, blue eyes sparkling. “Gotcha.”
Connor rolled his eyes and flopped next to him on the smelly couch. Their fingers got busy on the consoles.
After a while, their fingers got busy in other areas.
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