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Firefly vampire fic by sparky77 (NC-17)
Fandom: FIREFLY
Pairing: Mal/Simon, implied Mal/Jayne
Length: one-shot, ~1500 words
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sparky77
Author Website: Q's LJ memories
Why this must be read: It's smart, it's sexy, it's funny, it's vampires. The start of the post links to a little rash of Firefly vampire fic, mostly of the Mal/Simon variety, butsparky77's contribution is still my pick of the bunch. Fast-paced, witty, irreverent, still catching a great sense of the characters even when they only appear very briefly.
“Inara! You have leather pants that would fit me, right?” Simon demanded, trying to get into Inara’s shuttle, but finding himself somehow repelled at the door.
“Simon! What’s wrong with you? You look pale,” Inara gasped, and brought her hand up to Simon’s forehead, “and you’re freezing.”
“I’m fine, Inara, but can you invite me in. I need leath…to talk to you. I need to talk you. It’s important.”
“Well okay, come in, but are you sure you’re okay, Simon,” Inara asked grabbing his wrist as he went by, “Simon! You don’t have a pulse!”
Simon opened his mouth to object.
“And you have fangs. Simon, you’re a vampire!” Inara gasped, backing away in horror.
“Oh,” Simon said and then held up several pair of leather pants in a variety of colors, “Can I borrow these?”
The day Simon woke up a vampire
Pairing: Mal/Simon, implied Mal/Jayne
Length: one-shot, ~1500 words
Author on LJ:
sparky77Author Website: Q's LJ memories
Why this must be read: It's smart, it's sexy, it's funny, it's vampires. The start of the post links to a little rash of Firefly vampire fic, mostly of the Mal/Simon variety, but
sparky77's contribution is still my pick of the bunch. Fast-paced, witty, irreverent, still catching a great sense of the characters even when they only appear very briefly.“Inara! You have leather pants that would fit me, right?” Simon demanded, trying to get into Inara’s shuttle, but finding himself somehow repelled at the door.
“Simon! What’s wrong with you? You look pale,” Inara gasped, and brought her hand up to Simon’s forehead, “and you’re freezing.”
“I’m fine, Inara, but can you invite me in. I need leath…to talk to you. I need to talk you. It’s important.”
“Well okay, come in, but are you sure you’re okay, Simon,” Inara asked grabbing his wrist as he went by, “Simon! You don’t have a pulse!”
Simon opened his mouth to object.
“And you have fangs. Simon, you’re a vampire!” Inara gasped, backing away in horror.
“Oh,” Simon said and then held up several pair of leather pants in a variety of colors, “Can I borrow these?”
The day Simon woke up a vampire