desoto_hia873: (Lorne - Good Night Folks - madelineanne)
DVD commentary for Evanesco for [livejournal.com profile] seraphcelene's Meta-thon.

Read the fic without commentary here.

Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,666 - fanfic of the devil. :-)

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desoto_hia873: (Spike - Spuffy Fanfic - eyesthatslay)
The fourth chapter of my entry for [livejournal.com profile] kellyhk and [livejournal.com profile] cindermom's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon. Written for [livejournal.com profile] elsaf. Story requests will be given at the end of the last chapter.

Hugs and smooches to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] yourlibrarian for amazingly fast and thorough betaing.

Previous chapters here.

Feedback is love!


Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 4579 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Chapter 4 of 6

Kendra helped Buffy to her feet. Reacquainting herself with verticalness made her world go tilty again, and she had to hang on to Kendra’s shoulder for a minute until the dizzy spell passed. She wasn’t quite sure which was causing more disorientation at the moment: the kicks to the head from the übervamp or the brain-hurty way that different strands from her past had suddenly been woven together in the present in new and exciting patterns. Unsouled Spike, Turok Han, Kendra, and her scythe were not all supposed to be in the front yard of a house in a town that, in her mind, currently resided at the bottom of a crater. Clicky )
desoto_hia873: (Spike - Spuffy Fanfic - eyesthatslay)
The third chapter of my entry for [livejournal.com profile] kellyhk and [livejournal.com profile] cindermom's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon. Written for [livejournal.com profile] elsaf. Story requests will be given at the end of the last chapter.

Hugs and smooches to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] yourlibrarian for betaing.

Previous chapters here.


Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 2368 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Chapter 3 of 6

Spike wasn’t really in any condition to resist her suggestion that he come with. Of course, this being the Spike of yesteryear, that didn’t stop him from trying. Buffy crouched in front of him with her elbows resting on her knees, leaned her forehead against her steepled fingers, and summoned up her remaining reserves of patience.

“Spike,” she said, measuring out each word calmly and reasonably, “I can’t just leave you here. I know where here is now, but technically it shouldn’t really even be at all. We may need each other to find out what’s going on and our way back to the wheres we were, and we’re not going to get anywhere sitting here in this alley.” She peered over her hands to gauge his reaction; somehow, he was managing to look obstinate and semi-comatose at the same time. Clicky )

~*~

The next chapter will be a lot of fun to write, but may appear at its own arthritic tortoise pace because: Harry Potter in FIVE DAYS!!! ::rubs hands in anticipatory glee::
desoto_hia873: (Spike - Spuffy Fanfic - eyesthatslay)
The second chapter of my entry for [livejournal.com profile] kellyhk and [livejournal.com profile] cindermom's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon. Written for [livejournal.com profile] elsaf. Story requests will be given at the end of the last chapter.

Hugs and smooches to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] yourlibrarian for betaing.

I know this has been a long time coming, but slow and steady wins the race, right?

Previous chapters here.

Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 2251 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Chapter 2 of 6

The world stopped tilting, but the sky remained black. Also, it was raining. Buffy couldn’t see much of anything and blinked rapidly, brushing her wet hair out of her face and willing her morning-sun-in-Rome eyes to become dark-adjusted. Fast.

A moment later, she saw stars, but not because her eyes had caught up with her new situation: a fist had connected forcefully with her chin, and the blow had bounced her head off the brick wall behind her. Her spider-senses were tingling--there wasn’t much doubt what had punched her, and she was relieved to discover that she was standing in this new place with a stake in her hand. Acting on instinct, she ducked the next blow and whirled towards her opponent. The moon chose to peer through its cloud cover just as she raised her stake for the kill, and she caught a flash of white-blond hair.

Very familiar white-blond hair. Clicky )
desoto_hia873: (Spike - Spuffy Fanfic - eyesthatslay)
The first chapter of my entry for [livejournal.com profile] kellyhk and [livejournal.com profile] cindergal's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon.

This was written for [livejournal.com profile] elsaf. I won't give her story requests just yet, but one of them--"no character deaths"--is briefly violated. Key word being briefly, and I promise a happy ending! This isn't an angst fic.

Huge thanks to [livejournal.com profile] yourlibrarian and [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite for the emergency last minute beta. That'll teach me to write things down on a calendar.

All chapters here.

Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Rome, post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 1784 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Chapter 1 of 6

“Dawn?” Buffy checked her watch and called up the stairs again. “Dawnie, you’re going to be late! Antonio’s mother is not going to be impressed if you’re late for your first family dinner with him.”

Dawn appeared in the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide and panic stricken; one hand struggled to put on a high-heeled shoe, while the other was engaged in brushing her teeth.

“Ung co-ing, ung co-ing!”

She teetered on the slender heel of the shoe she was already wearing, failed to regain her balance, and nearly pitched headfirst into the doorframe. The hand with the toothbrush saved her from a fall at the last second, but flecks of foam spattered onto the front of her black dress. She groaned and rolled her eyes, then stomped back into the bathroom to clean herself up.

Clicky. )
desoto_hia873: (Laughing Spike)
Title: Death's Second Self, Part 3 of 3
Setting: BtVS S5, post-The Gift
Word count: 2197 (this part)
Rating: PG-13
Written for [livejournal.com profile] adecadeofbuffy.
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Hugs and smooches to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig for making this better than it was.

Part 3 )


Part 1 is here.
Part 2 is here.
desoto_hia873: (Spike - Grief - 10000_pixels)
I'm a day early, but I've been having internet connection problems and figured better early than late. This is my entry for the [livejournal.com profile] adecadeofbuffy ficathon. Unusual for me: it has chapters (two are written; eventually, there will be a third) and smut. I have lost my porn-writing virginity, heh. The naughty bits are in Chapter 2. This part's clean.

Not so unusual for me: the plot centres around the events of The Gift. What is it with me and that episode? I have no idea.

::smooches:: to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite for betaing.

Title: Death's Second Self, Part 1 of 3
Setting: BtVS S5, post-The Gift
Word count: 1339 (this part)
Rating: This part PG; R overall
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.


Chapter 1 of 3

“Spike.”

Buffy. She was calling him. He pushed himself up onto his elbow and out of sleep, and saw her framed in the doorway of his crypt. Limned in the gold of the setting sun, she moved towards him, smiling. Soothing words of reassurance tumbled from her lips. He reached for her, yearning to pull her into his arms. He could feel her warmth, she was alive and unbroken, she was here. The nightmare hadn't happened. She hadn't jumped from the tower. She hadn't died from the plunge. She wasn’t...

“Spike?”

Wait now, something wasn’t right. He squinted; blonde hair turned to red, the figure grew a little taller, and the welcoming smile changed to a troubled expression. Bollocks. He dropped his arms, slumped back down onto the lid of the sarcophagus, and tried to gather up the fading fragments of his dream.

More under here. )

Part 2 is here.
desoto_hia873: (WriterCon - inspired - eyesthatslay)
Well, sort of. More like Fic Lite.

In the Writing Ensembles panel at WriterCon, we were assigned one of two exercises. I like writing dialogue, so I wrote a bit of nonsense during the time of the panel and then finished it on the flight home. (Writing with a pen, even. Who knew I could still do that??) And since it's the only thing I've managed to write since last January, here she be. Also--yay!--I get to use this nifty icon by [livejournal.com profile] eyesthatslay.

::smooches:: to [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite for the beta and the improved Xanderspeak.

Title: Line of Scrimmage
Setting: BtVS, Season 2ish
Word count: 1,148
Rating: G for goop.
Warning: This is really quite silly and not a little pointless.
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

“I say we pop it.”

“We can’t do that, Buffy.” Xander gestured towards the item in question on the library table. “It's a football, not a pimple, and it’s the last one the team has left. And there’s still a full second half left to play.”

“And the bad there is…?”

Cordelia rolled her eyes. “The bad there is that we were saving our best cheer for the second half and we haven’t even done the pyramid yet. No one gets to leave until they’ve seen our pyramid!”

Gooey bits under the cut. )
desoto_hia873: (Lorne - Good Night Folks - madelineanne)
Serenity on the Hellmouth Round 1 - Best Lorne - Evanesco Serenity on the Hellmouth Round 3 - Best Eve - Evanesco





Title: Evanesco
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,666 - fanfic of the devil. :-)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Profuse thanks to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite - best betas ever.

~*~

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she had to walk into mine.”

Lorne stared across the smoke-filled room at the slight blonde framed in the doorway.

“What?” The bartender next to him pulled his head out from under the counter where he’d been sweeping up the detritus from a torn bag of beer nuts. “You say something?”

Lorne took an involuntary step backwards as the woman began to make her way towards the bar. He pressed himself against the wall as if it might somehow disguise him – a ruse that was unlikely to work given the paisley wallpaper, his green skin, and lavender leisure suit. It was like trying to hide polka dots against plaid. His eyes darted from side to side as he considered other possibilities for escape. The office – if he could make it there, he could close the door and stay out of sight.

“Listen, Zeke.” Lorne edged along the rear wall. “If anyone asks for me, tell them that I’m, uh, that I’m…”

“That you’re what, Boss?”

It was too late – she’d seen him. Her eyes settled on him and widened in surprised recognition, and his shoulders slumped in response.

“Never mind,” he sighed. Lorne reached for his martini and downed the contents in a single gulp, then held the glass out to Zeke. “Here – would you freshen this up for me? In fact, make it a double and I’ll love you forever.” Zeke quirked an eyebrow at him, but made no further comment. Lorne turned back to the bar with a sense of foreboding.

“Hello, Eve.”
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desoto_hia873: (Me)
No one would accuse me of being prolific, exactly. But here's my list, for the record. All are rated PG or less except for one.

What I Wrote This Year )
desoto_hia873: (Default)
For [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig on her birthday.

Serenity on the Hellmouth Round 1 - Best Willow/Other - Waiting For You Serenity on the Hellmouth Round 1 - Judge's Choice - Waiting For You

Title: Waiting For You
Setting: Post-Chosen
Rating: G
Word Count: 1609
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite for the beta.

~*~

Sometimes you think you know how things will work out. And then the universe turns everything upside-down, with a little bit of inside-out thrown in for good measure, and you realise that not only was your first idea wrong, but so was your second and your third. Sometimes even your fourth.

Willow runs her fingers over the gilded frame of a mirror and smiles ruefully at her reflection. She looks tired--fourteen hours of jet lag will do that to a person. And, well, a little old too. Twenty-odd years-–sometimes very odd-–of fighting evil will definitely do that. The streaks of white hair that frame her face remind her of the spell that activated the Potentials so long ago. But, hey, it’s a lot better to be prematurely grey than prematurely dark and veiny. She’d be the one to know about that. She turns away from the mirror with a grimace, pauses to admire a rack of brightly coloured silk scarves, and then threads her way out of the shop and back into the Basi Caddesi, the main alley of the Grand Bazaar.

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desoto_hia873: (Sad Giles - flurblewig)
The apocalypse is nigh - I've finished a fic. And it's longer than 100 words! Will wonders never cease.

I started writing this while on holiday in Newfoundland this summer. It's a bit grim. I have no idea why this came out instead of something more cheerful.

Smooches to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig for betaing.

SoGA - Best Episode Rewrite - All Set Down SoGA - Best Dark/Angst Runner Up - All Set Down



Bodice Ripper Awards Best Angst - All Set Down Bodice Ripper Awards Best Episodic - All Set Down Bodice Ripper Awards Best Genfic - All Set Down Bodice Ripper Awards Best Episodic Readers' Choice - All Set Down






Title: All Set Down
Main Character: Giles
Setting: BtVS S5, during and after The Gift
Word count: 3,300
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, character death
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

~*~

“You’re a killer.” Tara points at Giles. “This is all set down.”

There’s no time to wonder what she means. Glory has Dawn and the moment of the ritual is approaching. Giles packs a last weapon into a bag and then they’re ready to go. They let Tara leave first and follow quietly behind her.

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desoto_hia873: (YMCA Spike - awmp)
My mock of [livejournal.com profile] theohara's That's What It's All About, written for [livejournal.com profile] jedi_penguin's Second Annual Buffy Badfic Mockathon. The original story is in normal font; the mocky bits are in bold.

[livejournal.com profile] theohara's story is rated R; the mock is PG-13.

Note: [livejournal.com profile] spikeizsohawt is my teenage alter-ego and pseudonym for my bad!fic entry Bell of the Ball.

Usual Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so. Of course, he might think this was a little weird.

Morally Obligatory Disclaimer: Sincerest apologies and no offense meant to Ryan Seacrest.

***

Scene: A large auditorium filled with chattering people. Three chairs are arranged in a semi-circle on the stage.

Theme music: *plays*

Audience: *applauds*

Curtains: *part to reveal a man, a middle-aged woman, and a very young teenager*

Ryan Seacrest: Thissss... is [voice echo effect] Fan!Fic!!Forum!!! My name is Ryan Seacrest, we're coming at ya live, and we’ve got a great, great show for you tonight. Our guest panellists this evening are the esteemed fanfic authors [livejournal.com profile] spikeizsohawt and [livejournal.com profile] desoto_hia873.

[livejournal.com profile] spikeizsohawt: *deer in headlights*

[livejournal.com profile] desoto_hia873: *smiles* *guides [livejournal.com profile] spikeizsohawt to seat and pushes her down into it*

General pandemonium here follows. )
desoto_hia873: (YMCA Spike - awmp)
RDA Nomination Round 2

My entry for [livejournal.com profile] jedi_penguin's Second Annual Buffy Badfic Mockathon. This one's for [livejournal.com profile] theohara. Story request at the end of the fic. I'm posting a little early. It scares me how easy it was to write this.

Title: Bell of the Ball
Rating: Just barely PG for very mild cussin'.
Word Count: It's a little hard to tell.
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so. No commas were harmed in the writing of this story. Or even used.

***

Title: Bell of the Ball
Auther: [livejournal.com profile] spikeizsohawt -> That's me!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: Buffy is so meen 2 Dawn OMG & Zander is so mean 2 her too!! Everyone is meen 2 Dawn but Spiek who is lik the best EVAH & he takes her to the prom IN A TUXEDO!!! that he looks so hawt in!! He brings her flowers & they danse to N'SYNC will they find tru luv??????? READ & REVIEW!!!!!!


Dawn stood in her room looking at herslef in the mirror. She was all dressed up and ready to go 2 the prom so she looked really really great. Her long brown hair was shinny and wavy and gorjus and she looked totally hawt in her brand new expensive pink dress. She twirled around and watched all the floaty layers of her skirt spinning around her. She just knew Spike was going to fall over dead (A/N: HEE!!) when he saw her becuz she looked so0o0o good.

She heard Buffy yelling at her up the stairs with her stuped winey voice.

“Dawn are you ready yet? God this hole thing is so lame I just want to get it over with I don’t know how I got stuck being a choperown shaperone babysitter at this stuped danse anyway.”

Dawn rolled her eyes – Buffy was such a beeyotch all the time. She didn’t know how her boyfriend Angle could stand her. But then he was Mr. Grumpypants all the time too so maybe the two meanies were made for each other. She knew that Buffy really wanted Spike to be her boyfriend instead of Captain Poofyponce becuz Spike is totally hawt. But Spike luvs Dawn NOT Buffy even if he is too nervus to tell her that yet so hah!

You can read more but I wouldn't recommend it. )
desoto_hia873: (Be My Valentine - moonlitviolets)
Title: Unrequited
Setting: BtVS, mid-S5
Rating: Schmoop
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

February nights were cold. If he had body heat to lose, he might have been shivering. As he didn’t, however, he was indifferent to it and able to loiter under the tree for hours at a time without discomfort.

Lighting another cigarette, he shifted restlessly from one foot to the other. Was she ever coming out? She was the Slayer, for Christ’s sake – duty called. Who knew what manner of evil lurked in the shadows, needing to be slain? Well, he knew. Inasmuch as he was evil and, currently, the one doing the lurking. Not that he intended any particular malevolence tonight. He just wanted to see her. Watch her as she patrolled. She was beautiful when she fought, all strength and power and lissom grace. Her hair would glint in the moonlight and her eyes would spark with danger when she confronted her prey. He loved to watch her dance.

Upstairs, the rectangle of her bedroom window suddenly filled with light and someone entered the room. He paused in mid-drag, hope swelling within him as a figure came into view.

Riley. Of course it was Riley. Spike exhaled sharply, scowling, and flung his cigarette to the ground. He heard the faint sound of girlish laughter and then Buffy appeared next to him. She put her hands on Riley’s chest and leaned in for a long and lingering kiss. Spike’s heart twisted as he watched. There’d be no patrol tonight.

Bugger this.

Let some other poor sod hang about under her window, some other pathetic, pining sap. He’d had enough. Enough of waiting for a look he’d never see, a touch he’d never feel. Who was she, anyway? Just a girl. He’d leave her to Captain Cardboard, he was all that she deserved. His fists clenched in frustration and he spun around to head back to his crypt, and maybe find something along the way that he could punch and kick and hurt.

Except, at that moment, as he shot a final glare upwards, he saw that Riley had disappeared and Buffy had turned to face the window. She began brushing her hair, each sweep of her hand loosing a cascade of shimmering golden waves over her shoulder. The lamp in her room illumined her fine features and framed her in honeyed warmth. Spike froze, transfixed by the sight of her. His posture softened and his head tipped to one side as he stood, entranced, as rooted to the spot as the tree behind him.

Words flowed into his mind, unbidden. Words nearly forgotten, written a century ago for someone who’d captivated him as much as she. His lips moved in silent recitation. But soft...behold! A sunlight beam, cutting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, ‘tis grown a bulge in’t,

Inspired by your beauty effulgent.


God, how he loved her.
desoto_hia873: (Chosen - vampkiss)
Just 'cause I've never posted it here. And because I'm not producing anything at the moment.

Title: The First Light of Day
Setting: Just prior to BtVS Season 5
Rating: PG
Pairings: None
Word Count: 545
Summary: The Powers That Be need a new warrior.
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.
Author's Note: A moment of random word association and this is what I wound up with.

The First Light of Day )
desoto_hia873: (Oz - eyesthatslay)
My entry for [livejournal.com profile] leni_ba’s Choose Your Author Ficathon

The Potential Awards

Title: Wolf’s Bane
Setting: Post-Doomed, BtVS S4
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4,443
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.
Written for – well, I don’t actually know. Whoever it was, they wanted Oz, Willow, and Buffy; a story set in Season 4 or 5; Oz introspection; no disappearance of Oz; and no Willow/Tara pairing (though friendship was OK).

Also, the following quote (from Spirits White as Lightning by Mercedes Lackey and Rosemary Edgehill): "You never know where you're going to be sent, or what you'll have to do. There's no way to train for this job. You can either handle it, or someone comes along pretty quick to replace you."

I’ve never read that book, but I’m guessing the original context of the quote is a little different from how I used it. :-)

Profuse thanks to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite for beta-reading and encouragement.

ETA: Ah. Have seen master list now. Story was for [livejournal.com profile] writinggoddess

Wolf's Bane )
desoto_hia873: (Spike - Grief - 10000_pixels)
My entry for [livejournal.com profile] m_annalore’s Spike/Inanimate Object Ficathon. This is my very second ficathon story.

Shades of Grey Nomination Love's Bitch Nomination - Balm Spuffy Awards Nomination - Balm

Love's Last Glimpse Award - Balm Love's Last Glimpse Year's Best

Vampire Kisses - Best POV - Balm Vampire Kisses - Best Short Fic Runner-up - Balm

Title: Balm
Setting: Post-The Gift, BtVS S5
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,411
Written for [livejournal.com profile] dream_bringer who wanted Spike and, er, vanilla chapstick.
Summary: Post-The Gift, Spike deals with Buffy's death.

Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Profuse thanks to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite for beta-reading and encouragement.

Balm )
desoto_hia873: (Default)
My first-ever entry into a ficathon. For [livejournal.com profile] sathinks Old Skool Ficathon

The Potential Awards

Title: Pier Group
Setting: Post-Band Candy, BtVS S3
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3,432
Written for [livejournal.com profile] cookie_dough101 who wanted Xander & Cordelia dating in BtVS S2/3 and snarky smoochies.
Summary: The Scooby Gang spends a day at the Pier. A missing scene from BtVS S3.

Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Profuse thanks to [livejournal.com profile] flurblewig and [livejournal.com profile] sunnyd_lite for beta-reading and encouragement.

Pier Group )

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