Unfinished Fic Meme
A big thanks to vanillat for posting this in her LJ! I love this and I'm glad I'm finally getting to do it.
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something um, inspiration-y.
BUFFY:
The Great Shanshu - Spike/Buffy, Post “Chosen,” multi-chapter fic, R
They finally sat down, at a cozy little table for two. Buffy seemed confused by the whole not-bursting-into-flames thing, but also quite determined not to give up yet.
Spike began, "So, now that you've assaulted, accosted and manhandled me, do you mind telling me why you think I'm this Spike guy? And how I can convince you otherwise?"
She turned suddenly sober. "Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" He had to try very hard not to drop his 'g's and keep up the LA accent he had honed for undercover work at Wolfram and Hart. Knowing Buffy was hurting didn't help his case much.
Unfinished Bubble Bath Fic - Spike/Buffy, mid-Season 5, one-shot, NC-17
Buffy took in a hard, steadying breath and took a few determined strides toward Spike. With more effort than was necessary, she pushed Spike out of her bedroom and into the hallway. "You know where the bathroom is. I want you in and out in five minutes."
"In and out in five minutes? Is that what you're used to luv? I always figured Riley was quick, but--"
She slammed the door in his face.
"I'll just holler if I need anything," he said through the door.
"You do that. I'll be sure to take my time in coming."
Spike pushed open the door a crack and poked his head inside, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Is that a promise pet?"
Eternal - William/Buffy Bot, Spike/Buffy, Post “Bargaining,” multi-chapter fic, R
William pushed himself up and looked back over his shoulder warily. “What in the world?” His eyes narrowed for a moment, as he tried to focus on the jumble of pink, white and yellow lying just inches away. What could it possibly--? William’s eyes widened and he instinctively pushed himself along the ground, his hands and feet scraping the cobblestones frantically as he searched for purchase. Finally he reached a safe distance and quickly found the strength and leverage to propel himself to his feet. As soon as he was once again upright, he took off at a run.
On the other side of the alley, safe within the glow of the street lamps and the towering facade of his own familiar townhouse, William paused to catch his breath. A woman. There was a woman back there in the alley. Small and slender with radiant blonde locks. Half-naked and most certainly dead. Or as good as dead.
Careful What You Wish For - Spike/Buffy, Season 2, Post “Innocence,” multi-chapter fic, R
Buffy watched as Spike slowly backed away, moving to the other side of the bed. He grabbed a pair of black jeans and quickly slipped into them. When he was finally dressed, he straightened up and looked her square in the eye.
Before he could say anything, Buffy spoke. “What is going on Spike? How did you get in here?”
“I live here, pet. Remember?”
“Like hell you do.”
“Buffy-“
“Don’t,” she warned icily. “Whatever it is you’re doing, don’t. Whatever game this is, where you pretend that you know me, that you’re a part of my life, and not my mortal enemy, just don’t.”
While She Sleeps - Spike/Buffy, “Angel” mid-Season 5, multi-chapter fic, R
“What are you doin’ here? It’s after midnight, “ Spike asked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Dawn replied, with characteristic bravado.
“You don’t seem so surprised about the me-not-being-dead thing.”
She shrugged. “We’ve known for a while now. Do you really thing Andrew is capable of keeping his big mouth shut?”
“Does Buffy . . . ?”
“No,” she shook her head, as she concentrated on rearranging the flowers in the vase. “We didn’t find out until after. Andrew broke down and cried. Said, you of all people should know.”
Untitled Baby-Fic - Spike/Buffy, Post “Chosen,” PG
Spike froze. If the heart within his chest had been beating it would have instantly stopped. He couldn’t move. The cigarette he was holding dangled perilously between his fingers, threatening to fall to the floor. He didn’t even notice. He couldn’t feel anything. Only the heaviness in his chest. The fear, the terror. He’d never been so scared in all his life.
“Spike!” He heard a voice scream from upstairs. For a moment, he didn’t know whose voice it was, but he knew it should be familiar to him. “Spike!” There it was again, closer this time, and twice as loud. “Spike?” A hand touched his shoulder and he somehow managed to turn his head just enough to locate the voice. Dawn. It was Dawn. Yes, that was it. The Nibblet. Now he remembered.
Untitled Future Fic - Spike/Buffy, Spike leaves after “As You Were” and returns seventeen years later, mutli-chapter fic, R
She was exactly the way he had imagined her. All honey-blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. All lithe and grace. Young, fresh, a hint of childhood still apparent in her soft face. Sixteen. Exact same age her mum had been when he’d first set eyes on her. A vision really.
Spike inhaled a sharp breath and did his best to focus on the girl in front of him, instead of the grim, distant past.
It wasn’t the Bronze anymore. It was still the same plot of land, but it must have gotten knocked down a time or two more since he’d been gone, because the building wasn’t the same and the sign outside the door didn’t read all “Bronzy.” Really didn’t know what it said. Didn’t matter. Wasn’t really why he came.
Reflections on a Love Triangle - No Pairing - but a lot of talk about Spike/Buffy, Set during “Chosen,” one-shot, G/PG
Spike narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, listening closer. Heartbeats. Nearly twenty individual heartbeats all pounding in rapid succession. Spike took a step closer toward the sound. It was coming from the living room. With each step he took, what had started out as a dull murmur was quickly growing into a disorienting roar. What horrible terror was coursing though them? What was going on in that living room? If the girls were silent and their hearts were racing, what exactly did that mean?
Spike shook his head and tried to disconnect himself from the sound. He successfully blocked it out and was once again greeted by that disturbing silence. Grabbing the nearest available weapon, Spike inched closer to the living room. Even from far away, he could see that the room was dark. There were no lights, but then, there were no lights anywhere. Sunnyhell was in a perpetual state of midnight, power outage and all. So what was that ominous blue light pouring from the center of the living room?
DEATH NOTE:
Haunted - Light/L, Light/Misa, takes place two years after “Silence,” one-shot, NC-17
Light’s entire body tensed. He hated these moments. Hated the way Misa always needed to be reassured of his affection. His first instinct was always to tell her to shut up and just keep going, but he knew he couldn’t alienate her affection at times like these. He still needed her. And she still had her own Death Note, meaning, if she ever truly felt slighted, used, or unloved, she could kill him at any moment.
Light opened his eyes and looked down at Misa. She was splayed across his chest, staring up at him with wide, puppy dog eyes. “You know I love you Misa.”
“And only me, right Light?”
“Of course.” He put his hand on the back of her head and rubbed his fingers in her hair gently, before leading her back down to his chest.
Misa immediately resumed her previous pursuit, and Light was finally free to relax again. He closed his eyes and tried his best to regain his former focus.
When he closed his eyes it was possible for him to imagine that Misa’s hands were L’s hands; that Misa’ mouth was L’s mouth.
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something um, inspiration-y.
BUFFY:
The Great Shanshu - Spike/Buffy, Post “Chosen,” multi-chapter fic, R
They finally sat down, at a cozy little table for two. Buffy seemed confused by the whole not-bursting-into-flames thing, but also quite determined not to give up yet.
Spike began, "So, now that you've assaulted, accosted and manhandled me, do you mind telling me why you think I'm this Spike guy? And how I can convince you otherwise?"
She turned suddenly sober. "Why are you doing this?"
"Doing what?" He had to try very hard not to drop his 'g's and keep up the LA accent he had honed for undercover work at Wolfram and Hart. Knowing Buffy was hurting didn't help his case much.
Unfinished Bubble Bath Fic - Spike/Buffy, mid-Season 5, one-shot, NC-17
Buffy took in a hard, steadying breath and took a few determined strides toward Spike. With more effort than was necessary, she pushed Spike out of her bedroom and into the hallway. "You know where the bathroom is. I want you in and out in five minutes."
"In and out in five minutes? Is that what you're used to luv? I always figured Riley was quick, but--"
She slammed the door in his face.
"I'll just holler if I need anything," he said through the door.
"You do that. I'll be sure to take my time in coming."
Spike pushed open the door a crack and poked his head inside, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Is that a promise pet?"
Eternal - William/Buffy Bot, Spike/Buffy, Post “Bargaining,” multi-chapter fic, R
William pushed himself up and looked back over his shoulder warily. “What in the world?” His eyes narrowed for a moment, as he tried to focus on the jumble of pink, white and yellow lying just inches away. What could it possibly--? William’s eyes widened and he instinctively pushed himself along the ground, his hands and feet scraping the cobblestones frantically as he searched for purchase. Finally he reached a safe distance and quickly found the strength and leverage to propel himself to his feet. As soon as he was once again upright, he took off at a run.
On the other side of the alley, safe within the glow of the street lamps and the towering facade of his own familiar townhouse, William paused to catch his breath. A woman. There was a woman back there in the alley. Small and slender with radiant blonde locks. Half-naked and most certainly dead. Or as good as dead.
Careful What You Wish For - Spike/Buffy, Season 2, Post “Innocence,” multi-chapter fic, R
Buffy watched as Spike slowly backed away, moving to the other side of the bed. He grabbed a pair of black jeans and quickly slipped into them. When he was finally dressed, he straightened up and looked her square in the eye.
Before he could say anything, Buffy spoke. “What is going on Spike? How did you get in here?”
“I live here, pet. Remember?”
“Like hell you do.”
“Buffy-“
“Don’t,” she warned icily. “Whatever it is you’re doing, don’t. Whatever game this is, where you pretend that you know me, that you’re a part of my life, and not my mortal enemy, just don’t.”
While She Sleeps - Spike/Buffy, “Angel” mid-Season 5, multi-chapter fic, R
“What are you doin’ here? It’s after midnight, “ Spike asked.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Dawn replied, with characteristic bravado.
“You don’t seem so surprised about the me-not-being-dead thing.”
She shrugged. “We’ve known for a while now. Do you really thing Andrew is capable of keeping his big mouth shut?”
“Does Buffy . . . ?”
“No,” she shook her head, as she concentrated on rearranging the flowers in the vase. “We didn’t find out until after. Andrew broke down and cried. Said, you of all people should know.”
Untitled Baby-Fic - Spike/Buffy, Post “Chosen,” PG
Spike froze. If the heart within his chest had been beating it would have instantly stopped. He couldn’t move. The cigarette he was holding dangled perilously between his fingers, threatening to fall to the floor. He didn’t even notice. He couldn’t feel anything. Only the heaviness in his chest. The fear, the terror. He’d never been so scared in all his life.
“Spike!” He heard a voice scream from upstairs. For a moment, he didn’t know whose voice it was, but he knew it should be familiar to him. “Spike!” There it was again, closer this time, and twice as loud. “Spike?” A hand touched his shoulder and he somehow managed to turn his head just enough to locate the voice. Dawn. It was Dawn. Yes, that was it. The Nibblet. Now he remembered.
Untitled Future Fic - Spike/Buffy, Spike leaves after “As You Were” and returns seventeen years later, mutli-chapter fic, R
She was exactly the way he had imagined her. All honey-blonde hair and bright hazel eyes. All lithe and grace. Young, fresh, a hint of childhood still apparent in her soft face. Sixteen. Exact same age her mum had been when he’d first set eyes on her. A vision really.
Spike inhaled a sharp breath and did his best to focus on the girl in front of him, instead of the grim, distant past.
It wasn’t the Bronze anymore. It was still the same plot of land, but it must have gotten knocked down a time or two more since he’d been gone, because the building wasn’t the same and the sign outside the door didn’t read all “Bronzy.” Really didn’t know what it said. Didn’t matter. Wasn’t really why he came.
Reflections on a Love Triangle - No Pairing - but a lot of talk about Spike/Buffy, Set during “Chosen,” one-shot, G/PG
Spike narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side, listening closer. Heartbeats. Nearly twenty individual heartbeats all pounding in rapid succession. Spike took a step closer toward the sound. It was coming from the living room. With each step he took, what had started out as a dull murmur was quickly growing into a disorienting roar. What horrible terror was coursing though them? What was going on in that living room? If the girls were silent and their hearts were racing, what exactly did that mean?
Spike shook his head and tried to disconnect himself from the sound. He successfully blocked it out and was once again greeted by that disturbing silence. Grabbing the nearest available weapon, Spike inched closer to the living room. Even from far away, he could see that the room was dark. There were no lights, but then, there were no lights anywhere. Sunnyhell was in a perpetual state of midnight, power outage and all. So what was that ominous blue light pouring from the center of the living room?
DEATH NOTE:
Haunted - Light/L, Light/Misa, takes place two years after “Silence,” one-shot, NC-17
Light’s entire body tensed. He hated these moments. Hated the way Misa always needed to be reassured of his affection. His first instinct was always to tell her to shut up and just keep going, but he knew he couldn’t alienate her affection at times like these. He still needed her. And she still had her own Death Note, meaning, if she ever truly felt slighted, used, or unloved, she could kill him at any moment.
Light opened his eyes and looked down at Misa. She was splayed across his chest, staring up at him with wide, puppy dog eyes. “You know I love you Misa.”
“And only me, right Light?”
“Of course.” He put his hand on the back of her head and rubbed his fingers in her hair gently, before leading her back down to his chest.
Misa immediately resumed her previous pursuit, and Light was finally free to relax again. He closed his eyes and tried his best to regain his former focus.
When he closed his eyes it was possible for him to imagine that Misa’s hands were L’s hands; that Misa’ mouth was L’s mouth.