crimson and clover

not!fic that isn't not!fic, but really isn't fic, either.

Whatever. Here's a handy list of liferuiners:

Alice Morgan (God and Other delusions)

( Our Father )

Cassie Ainsworth & Chris Miles (These Kids Are Not Alright)

( Chris Miles is not a snail. )

Dawn Summers, (What's a haiku, anyway?)

( fuck your tomorrow )

Elena Gilbert (sic transit gloria)

( she didn't come to set herself on fire )

James Cook (and the absence of whatever)

( She's made of fuckin' lightning, she is )
Martha Jones (Open Heart Surgery)

( she's alright )

Natasha Romanoff, You are

( it is not her voice, not her mother tongue )

Raven Reyes (5 objects or less)

( 5) Spanner )

Veronica Mars (Eat Me, I'm Done)

( I haven't quite worked out yet what she'd make of me now )

Winnifred Burkle (White Rabbits Running)

( follow the white rabbit into wonderland )

YO, the winners for challenge 28 are up at slayerstillness and guess who got a thing or two out of the dealings?
( always leave 'em clicking for more )

Title: Not Fade Away/Let Me Stay

Rating: G

Summary: Each of our heroes thoughts in their most crucial (or final) moments (in no particular order). Written in memory of Andy Hallet, RIP, and as a fond farewell to the lj comm Phantasmagoria

Genre: Poetry/Angst/Action/Tragedy

Originally posted here

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Title: Fred the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG/Teen
Summary: Everyone deals with the fallout of Fred's change in I Walk With Heroes, and Knox finds himself still connected to his God...
Disclaimer: I'm not Joss, therefore I have no power and am just a lowly mortal trying to get by, afraid at any moment the big guy might shockingly kill me off. ME and such own Fred and the others that crop up in this story, but the words are all mine because they would never be this nice to her. 

Originally posted Here

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Title: Control
Rating PG13
Prompt: for femslash minis on LJ and Brutti ma Buoni who wanted elevators, elemental powers and gingerbread with no Fred or Wesley, and who got something with a whole lot more angst that she probably intended (and the sugary treat used in a very loose sense)...
Summary: All that power trapped in such a teensy shell, ripping you at the seams...

Originally posted here

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Title: Date Night
Summary: Remember how, in "Just Rewards" Spike said he was Angel's date to the necromancer? Well, he's going to milk that for all it's worth...
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I own everything, EVERYTHING in the universe. Including you, reader. So you can't argue, I'll just have you executed. Nah, A Joss-shaped guy (my master) owns the characters, I'm just playing puppet master whilst he's out, 'kay?
Distribution: You could do me the courtesy of telling me first, but have at it...

Originally posted here

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Title: The Having of a Domestic
Summary: "Angel and Cordy play house!" Remember that final, pretty scene at the end of 'Provider', where Angel and Cordy lie on his bed, baby Connor nestled all snug between them? Well, this is the events of later that night.
Pairing: Angel/Cordy
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words. Alas, as pretty as the characters are, they belong to Joss, our leader, and the rest of ME. Shame, really. I treat 'em nicer.
Distribution: Please, distribute at will. Just keep the name on the tin (i.e. MINE) and I won't hunt you down and wear your skin like a coat. plagiarists get flayed, people!
Rating: Teen

Originally posted on FFN and LJ

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Title: I May Be Soft On The Inside...
Rating: Teen
Summary: Angel has trouble adjusting to being made of felt...
Disclaimer: Characters are un-mine. But in the realm of dreams...

Originally posted here

No matter what, he could not let Nina see him like this. Angel climbed out from under the desk, struggling, but ultimately succeeding to hoist himself into the Goddam Kilimanjaro of an office chair.

I swear to God if one more person, one more, looks at me like that… With those goochy goochy eyes I'm gonna start slashing.
He was not adapting well to being made of felt.

All the girls looking at me with cheek-pinch stares, like they want to grab me in a smother-hug… Actually, maybe that isn't too bad a thing. It's not like I can actually be smothered, and being pressed to a warm willing body. Yeah, I can go for that.

"Hello, big guy!" Crap. Spike. The bleached wonder flamboyantly burst into the office. "Need another car." Kill me now, thought Angel. If there's anyone out there, strike me down. "Afraid this last one ended up in the drink." Kill me, stake my stuffing heart.

"Spike…" He tried, tentatively.

The blonde was dumbfounded, blue eyes locked on to Angel's plastic ones. "Look at you."

Oh God why won't you just let me die? He put his four-fingered felt hands up to try and look more persuasive, "just turn around and walk away."

"You're a—"

"Spike!"

The blonde cracked. His laugh was as uncontrollable as it was mocking. "You're a bloody puppet!"

Angel was done. No more Mr Nice Puppet. With a demonic growl he hauled himself from behind the desk at his Grandchilde, sending them both hurtling through the office window and into the very exposed hallway.

This was what he was ending. The girls staring like he was edible could be forgiven, but the guys? Even Wes and Gunn looked like they wanted to piss themselves laughing at him. Well, no more. He was gonna hand Spike his ass.

**

A tussle and a few minutes later, as Spike lay slumped and sobered up in the corner of an elevator, just before the doors parted to reveal the pride-shattering scene, Angel growled at his pitiful Grandchilde, "say it."

Spike sulked. "I won't do it."

Angel grabbed Spike by the shirt and stared daringly into his eyes, "Say. It. Say it you stupid limey piece of crap!"

Spike huffed and pushed Angel off of him. "Fine." He stumbled quickly over the words, "You-may-be-soft-on-the-inside-but-you're-badass-on-the-out."

"Damn right." Angel nodded his felt head assertively as the elevator doors sprang open. "Yes, I'm a puppet. Doesn't mean you don't have work to do. Harmony, get my call list." Still badass.

Title: Between Instinct and the Pain
Rating: Teen
Summary: The life of a demon trapped by a sliver of a soul, at war with the need to slaughter. The un-death of Lawson is one of pain.
Genre: Horror/Angst

Originally posted here

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