Title: Digression
Author: theoreme
Pairing: B/G
Rating: FRAO
Warning: explicit sex
Summary: She comes to him at night, he watches (wants).
Length: 1486
Timeline: Season 3, AU.
Disclaimer: I’m just borrowing Buffy and Giles.
Note: Thanks to the wonderful 
helgatwb for betaing this fic. No plot. Fic inspired by Wickedfox’s wallpaper here.
- Current Location:Away from home
- Current Mood:
tired
Title: Mexican Tea
Author: theoreme
Pairing: Giles/Anya
Rating: FRT
Warnings : a bit of profanity
Summary: Anya had been preparing a speech for Giles. It just wasn’t what she finally said.
Length: 1696
Timeline: Season 7
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, alas.
Note: If someone is interested in beta-ing this fic, please do.
For ljs , the best Giles/Anya author there is. Thank you for your fics.
- Current Mood:productive
Title: A Wizards’ Agreement
Author:theoreme
Fandoms : HP/BTVS crossover
Pairing: none. SS/RG friendship
Rating: FRT
Summary: Stories are exchanged and a deal is made. It could become even more useful later.
Warnings: language.
Length: 7629
Timeline: Pre-series for BTVS and Marauders‘era for HP (1971)
Disclaimer: I’m merely playing with two ‘verses that aren’t mine.
Note: It can be read as a stand-alone. However, I know how I want to continue this, with Giles and Snape meeting again in Hogwarts after the end of both series. By the way, anyone wants to beta this puppy?
Title: A Wizards’ Agreement
Author:theoreme
Fandoms : HP/BTVS crossover
Pairing: none. SS/RG friendship
Rating: FRT
Summary: Stories are exchanged and a deal is made. It could become even more useful later.
Warnings: language.
Length: 7629
Timeline: Pre-series for BTVS and Marauders‘era for HP (1971)
Disclaimer: I’m merely playing with two ‘verses that aren’t mine.
Note: It can be read as a stand-alone. However, I know how I want to continue this, with Giles and Snape meeting again in Hogwarts after the end of both series. By the way, anyone wants to beta this puppy?
Title: Prolongation
Author:theoreme
Fandom : The Good Wife
Pairing: hints of Alicia/Will.
Rating: FRT
Summary: A phone call helps to rekindle what seemed to have come to an end.
Spoilers : Heart
Length: 2081
Timeline : Pre-series
Note : No beta. If someone wants the job, feel free to say so.
Disclaimer: Will and Alicia are not mine.
- Current Location:Home
- Current Mood:
good
Title: The Notebook
Author:![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
theoreme
Pairing: none. B/G friendship
Rating: FRT
Summary: A Watcher’s mind is like a cemetery
Warnings: none.
Length: 2604
Timeline : Season 7. Picks up at the end of LMPTM.
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ shiny toys.
Note : thank you to the wonderfulthisiszircon , who betaed this fic.
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- Current Location:Home
- Current Mood: content
- Current Music:The Veils - Nux Vomica - Not Yet
History will still be a passion, but I don't want to teach it.
So now, I just have to find what I want to do. It's the first time that I don't know where I'm going and it's kind of unsettling. A few ideas here and here, so we'll see.
In a totally non-sequitur way, I haven't read BTVS fics since December and I'm sure there is a lot of good ones to catch on.
BTW, I received Firefly for my birthday. Wow. This is what TV is about, people. I need a Jayne icon.
Damn, it's good to be back.
- Current Location:Home
- Current Music:Not As We - Alanis Morissette
antennapedia !May this day be full of good things -cake, presents and friends singing loudly and off-key cheesy birthday songs.
- Current Location:Home
- Current Music:Tracy Chapman - Give Me One Reason (A New Beginning)
Author: theoreme
Pairing: Giles/Jenny
Rating: FRT
Summary: Giles has to choose Jenny’s clothes.
Warnings: None
Length: 515
Timeline : After Passion
Note : the title comes from Flaubert’s Dance of Death. I loosely used Lori’s Great Frock Meme. No beta.
Disclaimer: Giles and Jenny are not mine.
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- Current Music:Bruce Springsteen - Empty Sky (The Rising)
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
(Wilfred Owen / Otto Dix)
