"No. Just...no way in hell," Xander said, staring in horror at the black leather monstrosity Spike had just taken out of the shopping bag he'd set on the table. "You are not putting that thing on me."
Spike pouted. "Why not? You said you wanted to try something new."
"Something new, yes. Something scary? No," Xander said. There was a picture on the container demonstrating its use. It looked painful.
"But luv, you've worn a cockring before, this isn't any different--just a bit more complicated" Spike said, wheedling.
"I refuse to wear anything called 'The Gates of Hell'."
#2 In Space, No One Can Hear You Cruise [Andromeda/Sith Academy Crossover]
"So, come here often?"
Obi-Wan smiled, and ordered a Guinness. "That has got to be the oldest pick up line in the book."
The short, spiky haired man grinned and shrugged. "It's a classic though, right?" A look of endearing cuteness with the strength of a high-octane mind whammy was directed in the Jedi's direction.
"Well, it does have a certain charm to it, I'm already in a relationship though," Obi-Wan said.
"The story of my life," the other man said with a mournful sigh. "All the cute guys are straight or taken."
"Or Nietszchean," A tall black humanoid growled.
#3 The Write Stuff [Meta drabble, multifandoms]
"OtherCat's having trouble coming up with a third hundred word drabble," Harper announced to the other characters gathered in the writer's tiny living room.
"And this is a bad thing why?" Xander asked, still slightly freaked over the whole Gates of Hell thing. He tried to sneak a peak at what OtherCat was writing on the computer in the corner, but a small winged original character blocked him, hissing.
"Because if she can't come up with something, we will be here all night until she does," Tyr said, with a glare toward the computer.
"Ha!" Shouted OtherCat triumphantly. "I'm finished!"