Dear wwtoyt Santa

I've been a pretty good little succubus this year. And since the staff has sent you to me, let me whisper sweet nothings what I like.

I likes my slash dark, kinky and of dubious consent. IRL, as opposed to this rare pairing stuff, I'm a Luke/Vader and a Mirror Spock/McCoy shipper.

But, I also like fluffy, sweet and silly. For both het and slash.

AU is fabulous beyond words, crossover tickles me pink and if the plot-elves move you into deathfic, that's fine too.

Your adoring fan,
Angel


Just don't Mary-Sue us and ship us into curtain fic, m'dear. There will time for that after the prezzies, when I gush over how much I love and adore you and what a brave person you are for taking this on.

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So, one Yuletide story knocked. I may spruce it up a bit. Since I have the same reaction reading it as I do encountering the source material, i think I did it right.

Still percolating "Teddy Bears Picnic" Really must finish "I miss my friend."

19 more words for Nanowrimo. Every word gets me closer.

Bunny's sick. She came in at 3 AM in tears because her ear hurt. The Dr. couldn't see her today. I dosed her with tylenol. Talked to Dad. Only caught my sister at home because she was sick and asleep. Need to holler at Mom. Talked to Joe tonight. He says she's doing better.

Mmmm, fresh hot soda bread and beef stew. Bunny is a very good cook. Actually, we had that Wed. We had pot pies and the end of the bread today.