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Z:
"Keepsakes." |
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| 14/07/07 38 kb |
Lindsay/Oz. When Lindsay decides to leave LA and Wolfram and Hart behind, he meets an interesting young man called Oz along the road. |
| He drove like he was possessed, not crazily, but compulsively, unable to stop. He passed cities and towns, crossed rivers, wound through mountains, and it was nearly a day later, in a national forest in Colorado, when finally his body made one last, insistent demand that he stop. He pulled over at a rest stop which was, as far as he could determine, located just west of nowhere, and he went into the men's room and wet his hair and stared at his bloodshot eyes echoed under gray bathroom light in the mirror. | |
| Just a nice,
simple road story
where Lindsay meets Oz and they fuck and maybe it's the start of
something more. |
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| ABI
Z:
"The
Taste
Of
Bitter." |
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| 30/06/09 9 kb |
Wesley/Gunn. Wesley is having a drink in an interspecies bar and Gunn finds him there. Wesley is given an ultimatum about making a decision about their relationship. |
| It's a demon bar, but not a hostile one, and the owner has picked up a lot of the traffic that normally would have gone to Caritas. Wesley wonders if Lorne will ever recover from the massacre in that place so many of them considered sacred. Funny that karaoke and pastel cocktails should be the accouterments of sanctity--but then this is L.A., and if morals are loosely defined, then religion has no rules at all. | |
| Rather a non-event
really, but
beautifully written. |
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| ANNAKOVSKY:
"The
Weary
Word
Rejoicing." |
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| 14/07/07 30 kb |
Gen. Post-Glory Apocolyptic world in which Xander heads up struggling settlement of humans trying to survive. Buffy and Dawn are dead, Giles and Willow are missing but Anya and Spike are there with him as Christmas nears and Xander misses his friends. |
| Xander stands on the wall, looking out over the landscape below, trying to see. Still hasn't quite gotten used to how dark it is without civilization, how bright the stars are. The moon's a quarter full - waxing, he knows without having to think about it. He's more aware of the cycles of the moon and the position of the stars than he's ever been, even when they had Oz around to remind them. | |
| It's the first day of December and she's not back yet. He knows that worrying doesn't do any good but he still spends way too much time on top of this wall watching for her, time he can't afford. | |
| Straightforward
after the world has ended
story with a touch of bittersweet. |
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| ANNA S: "Sidelines" and the sequel "The Other Half Lives." | |
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01/03/04 245 kb 151 kb |
Xander/Spike. Xander is thrown out of his parents basement when Spike's actions lead them to think he's gay. |
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Xander threw his duffel on the dull floorboards and looked around. He hadn't spoken more than a dozen words on the drive, and every one he'd spat out was a hard little thing, like a bitter olive pit. That didn't help right now. Didn't make him feel better when he couldn't even talk without betraying his parentage. Even disowned, he was the un-love child of the Harrises. Dad's hardness. Mom's bitterness. Except that when he'd left--no, wait, because he'd been tossed out on his ass, hadn't he--his dad had been yelling. His mom, crying. God. A scene from some crap movie off the Lifetime channel. |
| Neither story
is sweet or
romantic, for those who
like happy endings, but it is Anna S. so the writing is fabulous. |
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ANNA S: "Throwing Shapes." |
| 01/03/04 82 kb | Xander/Spike. Xander and Spike have lost their memories and wake to find themselves with a bag of money, on the wrong side of some very queer people, and Xander is an escapee from the nuthouse. |
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"I think we lost them," he said, and that was the first thing he remembered saying. He was remembering things even as they happened--entering the alley, lacing his fingers into the mesh fence, listening to the distant shouts fade and a siren rise. He became aware that he was chilled, and that it was night. Maybe he wasn't remembering at all, but waking up. Yeah, that was it. He felt like he was coming to. Surfacing from...something else. He shook his head, trying to clear it. Magic 8-Ball says reply hazy, try again. |
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"Lost what?" said the man next to him. "What the bloody hell were those things?" |
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"Maybe it's Halloween." His own voice sounded low and thick and breathless. Frost puffed from his mouth. That is the sound of my voice, he thought. That is my breath. |
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"Yeahhhh," the man drawled dubiously. "Listen...er, what's your name again, mate?" |
| I love this
story - it's a
wonderfully funny ride with Xander and Spike
on the run and making things up as they go. Highly recommended. |
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BERRY, ANNA E: "A is for Angel." |
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01/03/04 17 kb |
Giles/Angel. Giles catches Angel lurking outside The Bronze on New Year's Eve for a glimpse of Buffy. |
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Angel shifted, and instantly regretted it as the stake tip drew blood. "Giles, you know I'm not him?" |
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"I know," the ex-Watcher said. "But you share a face with him, don't you? Or should I call it a mask? |
| This in an
unusual pairing for
the Buffy universe and it isn't a very
romantic or sweet sort of story. Giles is angry and hostile
towards Angel, still carrying scars from what Angelus did to him, and
their encounter is full of rage and twisted feelings. However,
the story is well written and worth a look. |
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BRAT QUEEN, THE: "Trust Me." |
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15/05/04 264 kb |
Angel/Wes. Angel is living in snow-bound New England with Connor when a stranger called Wesley arrives one day with his baby daughter. |
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Angel pushed through the swinging doors into the kitchen. Once there he made busywork of tidying pots and pans, stacking plates and glasses into neater piles. Anything that would make some noise and sound like something normal. |
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In his head he pictured the man outside. |
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He hadn't meant to stare, not ever, but there were certain things that stood out to him - artist's eye aside - and remained stuck in his brain, demanding to be noticed. |
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Things like a stranger in town, when it sure as Hell wasn't tourist season. |
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Things like a stranger in town with a kid who couldn't be more than sixth months old. |
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Things like a stranger in town with a kid who, though the kid was bundled up properly for Gunn's alien weather, was himself wearing only a thin windbreaker for a coat, no hat, no scarf, no gloves, and a pair of pants that were clearly worn around the edges. |
| Just
when you think this story
is some funky gay-friendly idyllic AU
where our guys can live out a "lets all
be friends and family together" fantasy, the author springs a typical
Angel universe whammy on the reader. I enjoyed this story
immensely. |
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CHAPIN, AC: "Alternative Lifestyle." |
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01/03/04 25 kb |
Annie/Ripper. AU. In an alternate universe, Annie (Buffy) and her watcher are lovers - and the Angelus is killing off their friends one by one. Finally, desperately, Annie uses a spell that takes her through to "our" universe to search for help. |
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Sunset -- time to kill things. By the time the sky's turned indigo, Ripper lands us at the edge of one of those dried-up towns where even the local vampire king lives in a silver trailer with a satellite dish out front. I trade riding gear for hunting gear and lock down the top on the sidecar while Ripper polishes bolts and practically gives head to the engine. That's my Watcher. |
| This
is a very interesting story
and well-written. The Annie and
Ripper in the AU universe are Buffy and Giles - and yet they
aren't. The darkness and horror of the alternate universe is there, but
painted in broad strokes and not shoved right in the reader's face, for
those who are (like me) squeamish about too many graphic details of the
torture. My only complaint is that an AU like this would lend itself to
a much longer story - this brief look is tantalising and made me want
to read the whole story of how Annie and Ripper got where they were. |
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COUNT SPIKEULA: "A Long Time." |
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01/03/04 75 kb |
Xander/Spike. Spike and Xander are lovers but Xander can't leave Sunnydale - and every now and then, Spike does. |
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"Come in." And just like that, he did, and I let him in. Yeah, literally and metaphorically, and anatomically, and permanently. I led him back to my room, and there was us, me being awkward and shy and twenty and male, and him being more tender, and less mocking, than I could ever have imagined, and it was good. Good. That's a laugh, but I'm not Baudelaire, though I've gotten a bit more wordy with advanced age. It was better than good. It was... well, it was Spike. It was there, in that moment,and I've never gone back, never regretted for an instant. Oh, everything else, I live for regret, but not Spike. Never Spike, never the paper-white skin, the silken cords of his muscles, the hair still soft after a century of bleaching, the rough throaty English voice in my ear, whispering into my mouth. Never that night or any of the ones after. |
| This
story could use a more
stringent beta and purists will nitpick
various flaws in characterisation etc but it's a good read if you don't
take it too seriously. It's one of those stories that I don't
necessarily believe could happen, but it's one in which I can suspend
my disbelief in order to enjoy an entertaining romp with some of my
favourite characters. |
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| DARGELOS: "In Dreams." | |
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16/10/04 7 kb |
Giles/Joyce. HET. Giles' dead lovers visit him in his dreams and sometimes he sees Joyce, too. |
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Sometimes, in the morning, with the sun no longer in his eyes, he’d sit at his tiny kitchen table, drinking coffee, and he’d think about Joyce, and all the things he should have said, including “Would you like to have dinner with me?” Because he saw now how right it would have been. |
| Dargelos
is a wonderful writer
and this evocative story is
typical of her
work. It's short but I love it. Dargelos is not a writer
for those readers who prefer uncomplicated happy endings but she writes
wonderfully realistic, sharply charaterised gems.
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| FIREROSE: "Angels And Demons." | |
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01/11/04 136 kb |
Gen. CROSSOVER with Smallville. Lex hires Angel Inviestigations to look into the disappearance of 3 women in Smallville - and Clark. |
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At the kitchen table, Clark and Cordelia were engaged in a quick-fire game of anecdote trumps, in between mouthfuls of apple pie. |
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'We had this guy who froze his dates into human popsicles---' |
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'I dated a senior who tried to sacrifice me to a giant snake---' |
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'I kissed a girl who could change shape---' |
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'My boyfriend made the swim team, he nearly turned fish---' |
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'Our coach immolated himself in the locker-room---' |
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'Our principal got eaten by wild dogs. Rumour had it they were ex-students---' |
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Their chatter tailed off as soon as they saw him -- Wesley felt like a headmaster checking up on library period. |
| This
is mostly gen, although
there are overtones of slashy
goodness with Lex and Clark. This story mostly
concentrates on Wes and Cordelia (Angel and Lorne stay in LA and
Gunn is injured fairly early) and their interaction with Clark - and
the investigation. There's lots of funny dialogue between Clark
and Cordelia and overall I found this story very entertaining. |
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FISHER, KITTY: "Mercury." |
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01/03/04 24 kb |
Giles/Lex. CROSSOVER with Smallville. Giles comes home to his English flat to find a strange boy on his doorstep. |
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"I'm not up to fucking you, if that's what you want." |
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Bald statement, not aggressive, merely factual. It left a deep, bitterly cold pit in Giles' stomach. "Fancy that." |
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Pause. Reassessment. Sudden embarrassment that at least brought a tinge of colour to his cheeks. "Sorry... I..." |
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"Stop. You're very fuckable I'm sure, but I don't really get turned on by boys who look like they need a hospital bed, thanks all the same." |
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"I said I'm sorry." Lex stood, looking at the floor. "My judgement is way off tonight." |
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"I'm sure normally you insult with much more skill." Giles took a deep breath, stared at his stray ruefully. "Look, go and shower. If you fall over call me, I'll try and pick you up without molesting you." |
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Tiny quirk of a smile. "If you're sure?" |
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"I am sitting here resonating with lust, but it is all under the strongest control." Wry, dry — at the last moment he wondered if the boy would understand irony. But he seemed to. The brittleness eased. |
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The boy turned, one hand holding the chair back. "Upstairs, first left?" |
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"You'll find it." |
| I
like Kitty Fisher's fiction
very much - although sometimes it's a
little dark for me. This story wasn't, though. It's quite an
interesting and evocative 'slice of life' story and I felt that the
characterisations of both Giles and a young Lex were excellent. And I
loved the dry very Giles-like dialogue within this story. |
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HOSTILE
SEVENTEEN:
"You,
Me And Shania Twain." ![]() |
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| 04/12/10 8 kb |
Gen. Faith is dying and her life is flashing before her eyes. |
| --a blur of New Mexican desert and sky, and the smell of some kind of auto fluid, and gentle grinding noises as parts of the car unsettle and complain and a whistle of wind in my ears, and the engine stops screaming and makes a sound like whooompf!-- | |
| Part of the Dead Letters Home
collection of stories. Nicely done. |
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HTH: "The Next Hero." |
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01/03/04 20 kb |
Giles/Dumbledore. CROSSOVER with Harry Potter. After Buffy's death, Giles comes back to England and Hogwarts. |
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"Good Lord. Can one man be a Death Eater, an amateur Auror, and an American?" |
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"They hate you," Dumbledore pronounced, almost gleefully. "They hate you more than they hated the last two Defense teachers put together." |
| I
like this story of Hth's very
much, not least because it slashes my
favourite Buffy character: Giles. I'm not a big fan of Dumbledore slash
but this story made me like it. |
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HTH: "Lux Vivens 1: Gonzo Sunset." |
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01/03/04 38 kb |
Giles/Oz. AU. First Story in the Lux Vivens trilogy. After Cordelia's funeral, Giles comes across Oz in the cage - everyone has forgotten the full moon in all their grief. |
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"Gonzo." Both feet on the step. |
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Oz nodded seriously. "You know that feeling you get when you don’t know how you feel about something?" |
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Better than Oz realized. Giles nodded. |
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"At first it scares you. Then you get gonzo. You become Whatever. It’s like satori." |
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"Satori." |
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"Yeah. You know, a temporary experience of bliss. Nirvana on training wheels. Only instead of happening because you suddenly understand that life is an illusion, gonzo happens when you suddenly understand that you aren’t weird at all. You’re whatever, just like everyone is whatever. Then you get good at it, and you don’t care anymore that you’re the smallest kid in your class, or that you don’t have a mom who bakes cookies and a dad who plays basketball, or that you read too much and know the Eightfold Path and nobody picks you for kickball at recess, or that you’re bisexual and ten years ago you might have been all Velvet Goldmine cool, but now there’s AIDS, lucky you. You just know that we’re all really just one big whatever, and anyone who thinks they’re different from you, or that you should be different from you, is in for a lot of future pain, because they’re as much Gonzo as anybody else." |
| This
is a nice, intelligent
story - not to mention pairing two of my
very favourite Buffy characters: Giles and Oz. There's not enough Giles
slash out there, IMO. |
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HTH: "Lux Vivens 2: Moonlight And Van Helsing." |
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01/03/04 51 kb |
Giles/Oz. AU. Second story in the Lux Vivens trilogy. Oz leaves Giles' bed to play at the Bronze, refusing to risk Giles' reputation by staying with him at night. |
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He sat, proving Giles’ theory correct, and tossed blonde hair out of his slightly petulant-looking eyes before putting out his cigarette in the ashtray by Giles’ elbow. "You’re the Van Helsing, aren’t you?" he asked without any pleasantries in preface. |
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"Excuse me?" |
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"Look, I don’t care, okay? I mean, I’m not going to report you or anything. So you can tell me." |
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Of course – from the chaos surrounding Buffy’s ill-starred coming home party. The singer from Oz’s band. Giles’ eyes went immediately to the stage, as if thinking about Oz would put him there, but the other band was still playing. "I’m not sure I...follow your reference." |
| The
language in these stories is
beautiful and strange and evocative,
and the Van Helsing thing really caught my attention. |
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HTH: "Lux Vivens 3: Buzzed." |
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01/03/04 29 kb |
Giles/Oz. AU. Third story in the Lux Vivens trilogy. Giles visits Oz's apartment that he shares with Devon and is appalled by the condition of the place. |
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"Oh, good Lord. You live here?" |
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"Well, ‘live’ is a pretty heavy word," Oz said from the depths of his closet. "I keep stuff here." |
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Giles moved uncertainly through the land mines of t-shirts and pizza boxes; if he could just make it to the window and get some air circulating, it might not smell so...sticky in here. "Well, it’s...it’s, ah...please tell me those are water stains on the baseboards." |
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"Yeah. Place leaks a little when it rains." |
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Light flooded in when Giles raised the blinds; Giles wasn’t sure whether it was better or worse, being able to see the room. Covertly, he kicked a brown apple core under the nearest bed; at least Oz was eating fruit. "This window won’t open." |
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"Oh. No. The lock’s rusted." |
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Giles was afraid even to look in the direction of the bathroom. "Do you like — like it here?" |
| I
love Giles'reaction to Oz's
room - the very fastidious Giles is
rather
appalled at the typical teenage garbage dump of a room. |
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| HTH: "Say Of What You See." | |
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16/10/04 11 kb |
Angel/Wesley. Angel and Wesley are lovers. |
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He gleams in the orange lamplight, and the tattoo and the shadows fold across his back, casting the image of tenebrous wings that rustle like silvery-grey sheets as he moves. On second thought, the sound probably is the rustling of Angel’s silvery-grey sheets under my back, but it doesn’t matter. The sound and smell of Angel so close above me, the look and touch of Angel ravishing me with ruthless immortal patience – all my senses blend together when we’re alone like this, and the feeling is even headier now that he’s chosen to discard his thin defenses, the half-open shirt, the leather pants loosened just enough to allow my hand inside. |
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Tonight I can see all of him, and just by stepping out of those rich-textured clothes and giving me his own skin and shape to touch, he’s released something consuming in my head, something that obsesses me. Angel – mine to hold – mine to devour with my eyes and my desire, which has only grown sharper and more searing in the past weeks, since the first time he kissed me, tentative and self-conscious. |
| This
is pretty much a PWP - with
first person Wesley POV as Wes marvels
at
the first time he has seen Angel completely naked. I love the
language of this story, as I love most of Hth's work, and this is
definitely worth having a look at. |
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LAR: "Alignment." |
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01/03/04 17 kb |
Gen. Angel won't wake up so Wesley visits Faith in prison in his place. |
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When the guard comes to escort her down the corridor that reeks of urine and anger, Faith is as close to happy as she gets in this place. She's got an anecdote in her head that she's rehearsing, about the big bull-dyke who tried to feel her up in the shower the other day. The stupid bitch took one look at Faith's comparatively small size and all but shouted "fresh meat!" before coming on like a water buffalo in heat. Faith snickers as she remembers the look on the girl's face and the way she sidestepped the charge, slapped the girl on the back and said, "Not my type, Bertha." Laughed and turned her back and walked away. |
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No fighting. No injuries. She is learning. |
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And that at least will earn her the look, and the verbal pat on the head that she needs so much. Because what she really wanted to do was grab the bitch in the shower, snap most of the bones in her arm, and then toss her to the tiled floor. She wanted the screams, wanted everyone who had been stealing glances to see her bang the big wet head on the floor until the bones crunched and the skin split and the tiles turned red. She wanted it so badly that when she got dressed there were smears of blood on her clothes, marks from the open wounds on her palm where she cut the skin open with her own nails. Hands clenched to keep them from hurting anyone else. |
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So when she rounds the corner and takes her seat, she is so psyched to see Angel that she's grinning like a kid. She has the phone in her hand and the words, "Hey, Angel, man, how's it going?" are out before she realizes there's something wrong. Because the man sitting there isn't smiling back, and it's not Angel at all. |
| It's
unusual for me to recommend
a gen story but this one is so
well-written and - I don't know, it just grabbed me and I love it. |
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LEIGH,
D:
"A Warm
Body." |
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| 04/12/10 6 kb |
Drusilla/Krycek/Spike. CROSSOVER with the X-Files. A sexual encounter between Drusilla, Spike and Alex Krycek exposes Krycek's insecurities with being homosexual. |
| When
the
man
kisses
his
eyelids,
Krycek knows this is different. This man is not ashamed to worship at
the altar of beauty. Doesn't care about the label of "fag" so long as
he has earned the label. Doesn't need a dark corner to get laid if he
wants to know the roughness of a man. Doesn't have a coldly
disapproving Russian father downstairs, drinking in the dark in front
of a bright television. Even if the father is dead how of liver cancer,
and he's only downstairs in Krycek's own mind. Doesn't make it any less
real. |
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| Excellently written little story. |
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JENNIFER-OKSAMA:
"A
Possible
Fairytale." ![]() |
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| 04/12/10 28 kb |
Wesley/Gunn. Years after the end of the series, Wesley’s marriage to Lilah has ended and he’s left in suburbia in San Francisco. One day he runs into Gunn at his local coffee shop and the two ex-lovers immediate get back together. |
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All things considered, divorcing a lawyer wasn't nearly as traumatic as it could have been. Lilah hadn't sent a demon after him, or demanded the car, the house, and one of his balls, which was nice. In fact, they had parted on extraordinarily amicable terms, the kind he wouldn't have ever expected when he'd taken up with her eight years ago. She'd even asked him take Lisabeth with him to San Francisco, agreeing that one of those days or other, Wolfram and Hart would try something and she was safer with him. |
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| "God knows I never think about morality when power or ambition's involved," she'd said a little fondly, touching the stubble on his cheek. "You're going to forget to shave, aren't you?" | |
| Funny. |
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RHIANNON: "Guises." |
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01/06/04 68 kb |
Gen. CROSSOVER: Buffy/ The X-Files. Alex Krycek arrives to demolish a Consortium site but finds that someone has beaten him to it. |
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The Consortium always ran to grandiose actions. Overblown, theatrical passwords and tinted-window tanks masquerading as limos. Bodyguards in sunglasses and muscle poses. The old men went for visible power. They liked to meet in smoke-filled, wood-paneled rooms in New York with the kind of square footage that announced ‘we have money and our snipers have clear lines of fire.’ A peacock in heat was less noticeable. |
| I
like this story very
much, and not just because it has Oz (one
of
my favourite Buffy characters) paired with Alex, the "little black
dress" of fandom <g>. This story uses language in a way
that pleases me and I love the characterisation of both Alex and
Oz. The text is minimalist, in the sense that it doesn't force
information
or over-explanations on the reader, and there are plenty of movie
references for film buffs. Lovely. |
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ROZK: Bed Of Bones." |
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01/03/04 10 kb |
Gen. The first slayer walks the earth and dreams. |
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She danced sharp-eyed death in the night at them from a distance, and they turned their backs on her; she dragged them to the white dead and tried to make them stay until night and they pulled away from her, with shrugs or blows. |
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She slept alone - some of the males and most of the females had tried to share her bed, but she needed the day for sleeping and did not feel easy with those who had stoned her. One younger female came by so often that she let her stay and hold her, tried to take her out into the night to watch with her, but when she saw what dead things came, she ran screaming into the night, and was stupid, and soft, and died. |
| More
gen! This is a very
interesting story and I like the way it deals
with the time before speech. |
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| SHRIFT: "Comfortable." | |
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16/10/04 37 kb |
Wesley/Gunn. Wesley and Gunn spend so much time together that they fail to realise that they've been essentially dating for a year. |
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"Cordelia's getting pretty good at that, Angel says." |
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"Oh, I don't disagree," Wesley said from Gunn's other side, not moving away. "However, I do think I'll stay over here until she comes to terms with the lack of a Christmas bonus this year." |
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"Good plan," Gunn nodded. |
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"Oh, please," Cordelia said. "If I wanted to kill you, I'd poison your tea with toe jam from a Mukluk demon, Wesley. Or I'd tape Angel singing to Connor and lock you in a room with it on permanent replay." |
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"Hey," Angel said. He looked up, holding his son in the crook of his arm. |
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Cordelia arched her eyebrow. "Last night you sang, 'I Write the Songs.' You owe us all." |
| This
is a series of
dialogue-heavy scenes in which Wes and Gunn are
shown
growing closer over time - a very sweet, funny story. |
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SHRIFT:
"Latency."
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| 04/12/10 21 kb |
Wesley/Gunn. Wesley makes a move on Gunn and Gunn disappears for two weeks. |
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Angel slid into the booth next to Cordelia. "Hi. Sorry I'm late." |
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| "Wesley's a bisexual," she announced. | |
| Angel blinked. "Okay." | |
| On the other side of the booth, Wesley groaned and hid his face in his hands. | |
| Angel shifted after a moment and said, "We don't have to throw a party or anything, do we?" | |
| I love the humour and sweetness
in Shrift's stories. |
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SMITH, PERRI: "Hands To Heaven." |
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01/03/04 14 kb |
Gen. Willow travels to Los Angeles to tell Angel of Buffy's death. |
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She stood slowly, and Cordelia was saying something and it didn't matter, because Angel knew. She saw the knowledge start in the depth of his eyes, saw it spread out to his face, through his entire body. There had been joy there, but it drained away, replaced with emptiness. He said the words, and she nodded. Yes. It's Buffy. |
| This
is one of a series of death
stories that were written from
different character points of view after Buffy's death at the end of
Season 5. The complete set can be found at "The Darkest
Dawn" page here
. I like this one the best of those I've read, although
it's a little on the obvious side in the way it tells you about
everybody's grief -- but then I prefer a minimalist approach to my
fictional grief
over every other sort when given the choice. |
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SPIKE, THE: "DMZ." |
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01/03/04 26 kb |
Angel/Xander. Xander has an encounter with Angel on the roof of the Bronze. |
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Stops again. Listens hard. More nothing. It's like Sunnydale's gone dead. It's like he's all alone, the whole rest of the planet empty. End of the world shit. The sky is more like a black iron skillet than an open thing. |
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Bad bad bad. But tonight he wants it to be that way. |
| This
is pretty much a PWP - a
hot encounter between Xander and Angel -
but it's definitely one of the better ones. I'm not sure I buy this
scenario - at least not the guys I see in canon - but it's extremely
well-written and I love the language. It did take me an embarassingly
long time to get the point of the title - very shameful, that. |
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SPIKE, THE: "Stand Down." |
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01/03/04 22 kb |
Angel/Xander. Sequel to "DMZ". Xander can't stop thinking about Angel. |
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And gets a look at Angel's face. |
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Angel's eyes on him. Not on him. Looking past him to forever maybe and about a million years older than Xander ever wants to be...and for a second it's like all the clutter of should and shouldn't and what and why goes quiet and suddenly he gets this, this Angel-fucking thing, from Angel's side... |
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Angel who is... who is 240 years old and, yeah, a monster and Jesus how do you live even one day let alone forever when it's so fucking lonely in there... |
| I
like this one perhaps even
more than the original, even though it's
sadder in some ways. It's not romantic but it's very poignant and the
characterisation feels right to me in ways that the first one didn't,
which is pretty odd really. There's a third story in this series
which can be found on The Spike's Angel/Buffy page
here. |
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TE: "Strays." |
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01/03/04 58 kb |
Xander/Oz. Oz calls for help and Xander is happy to answer. |
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Oz's hand on his chest, just resting there, warm and human. "Xander." |
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And the only thing to do was sit up, wrap his arms around Oz and pull him close. "I know. Just let me... *us* help you. It doesn't have to be this big Angel-style Angstical Mystery tour, man." |
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Oz snickered softly. "Can I still have the coat?" |
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"Get in line, pal." |
| Hot
werewolf sex - what more
could you want? This is the
first in a series of stories, which can be found on Te's page here.
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VICCY/RIMAU: "Cycles Of Change." No Link. |
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01/03/04 287 kb |
Angel/Xander. What would happen if one of the Scooby gang became a vampire? |
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I wasn't actually certain if he'd really kill me or not, but by the look in his eyes, I knew that he at least considered it seriously. |
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That period lasted for a long time. |
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As months went by, Xander and I got into a routine. He would insult me and I would make a sarcastic remark. He wouldn't try to kill me and I wouldn't sneak up behind him, approach him in dark alleys, or do anything to unnerve him. And I wouldn't touch him. |
| This
is an interesting take on
what it means to be a vampire and I
enjoyed it thoroughly. The Xander/Angel relationship is sweet, although
I don't think the characterisation is strictly canonical. This story is
rather light-hearted, in my view, despite the angsty subject matter and
I enjoyed it very much. |
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16/10/04 18 kb |
Angel/Wesley. Wesley is injured and full of despair, and Angel brings him home. |
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As if in response, my fingers weaken and betray me and the key clatters to the doorstep. |
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It is in his hand before I know it, glittering dimly in the glow of streetlights. He always moves like that: a ghost, a wild animal, full of grace and silence. Watching him move has always made me catch my breath. |
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He says nothing, knowing that anything he says can only make me feel more worthless and incompetent than I already do, and reaches past me to unlock the door, pushing it open with one hand. I stumble through, breathless, a mass of aches, while he lingers on the doorstep. |
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This is stupid. Utterly stupid. I don't know why he's here. He should go. I'll be fine. It's just a broken arm, some burns, a few bruised ribs, a slight concussion. I don't know why he insisted on walking me home. |
| This
is a melancholy but
beautifully written piece of angst. It
won't
be to everybody's taste but I loved the language and the emotional
intensity of this one. There is an alternate version here
that
involves sex between the two but I didn't like that one nearly as much. |
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WALKSWITHWIND, JAMES: "Sandy Places In The Skin." |
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01/03/04 13 kb |
Xander/Spike. Xander makes it out of his house just in time. |
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He was late. He ran, anyhow, the last few yards to his house. Slipping through the half-clipped bushes of Mr. Forster's yard, he headed for the front door. It wouldn't be locked, the fun of making Xander sleep on the porch had dimmed, recently, paled in comparison to the new game. |
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Waiting. Letting him in. |
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Xander opened the door without any hesitation. Not because he knew what was coming, not because fighting off other-worldly horrors gave him strength. It did, but not the kind he needed. He entered quickly because he knew his father would have seen him approach, and skulking outside only made things worse. |
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This
story is the first in a
long and yet unfinished saga of stories set
in this universe. The stories at this point consist of: |
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Sandy
Places
in
the
Skin. Sandy Places in the Heart. Sandy Places on the Ground. Sandy Places in the Soul. Sandy Places Overseas. Sandy Places in the Shadows. Sandy Places Among the Angels. |
| "Sandy
Places In The Skin" can
be read in isolation, but you'd need to
read the rest in order if you wanted to follow the whole thing. These
stories are a good read and, although there is a slight tendency to
make Xander into a combination punching bag and martyr at times, I
think this is a wonderful AU series of stories. I like the bits with
Spike the best because these have a very nice emotional intensity to
them. I
haven't read past "Sandy Places Overseas" - this one pretty much
defeated me because Xander's reaction to Giles' relatives was a little
too OTT for
me, and I decided not to read any further until the series was
complete. I like this first story the best - along with parts of the
second and third stories. I'll be interested to see how the last
stories turn out but it's been quite a while since the last update. |

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