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darkhavensSome of you might have noticed a certain lack of product coming from this journal in recent weeks. I've been suffering from a severe absence of muses - no words would come together on the page, ideas wouldn't gel, every sentence crumbled under my fingers.
It has sucked mightily. And it may not be over yet. BUT! I wished![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_poker1 a happy birthday about 8 hours ago and the resulting conversation ended with a stern admonition to write, dammit, write! So I did. And those eight hours produced the following two additions to my BDT of Spander.
Author: darkhavens
Pairing/Fandoms: Spike/Xander of Buffy
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Title: First Impressions
Rating: PG
Words: 424
Summary: An alternative first meeting for Spike and Xander
Notes: Written forlishel_fracrium, who chose #001 - 'Cemetery' on my Big Damn Spander Table.
Spike can see it coming from a mile away - it's violently, amusingly predictable. And right up to the moment that he does, he has absolutely no intention whatsoever of intervening.
The boy literally cannot fight to save his life. Oh, he has courage enough to spare, and determination by the bucket load, but the actual skills to save his skinny hide are only noted for their absence.
He goes down in a tangle of long limbs and Spike winces at the thunk as teenage head meets granite headstone. He's not unconscious -not quite - the feeble flailing of his arms can testify to that. However, he's obviously not long for this world.
He knows it, Spike knows it, the dirt-fresh fledgling snapping eagerly at his throat knows it, but the boy just doesn't stop batting away in some hideous parody of self-defence.
Spike's actually charmed by that, almost against his will, and, without the slightest interference from his conscious self, is suddenly leaping from the shadows to separate the boy's attacker's head from his neck.
The boy's still fighting off an attacker that's now dust and ash and Spike just stands and watches him wind down in puzzled entropy.
"Wha- Huh?"
The snick-flame of Spike's Zippo focuses the boy's attention nicely.
"Uh…"
Or at least as focussed as it gets right now.
Spike lights his cigarette and snaps the Zippo shut. The boy switches at the sharp metallic click.
"Uh…"
"Yeah, you said that already. You do know you're crap at this fighting lark, right?"
"Hey!"
The boy makes a scrambling attempt to gain his feet but only ends up muddier and pink around the edges.
"Don't swallow your tongue, mate, I'm not going to eat you. Not now at least, and certainly not here. I just didn't want to see such a pretty thing as you, wasted on a bloke that still had dirt in his ears."
Spike can hear the Slayer and her magic-scented friend approaching, so he knows his time is short.
"What's your name?"
"Xander."
The flustered blink tells Spike he hadn't meant to answer, and Spike files the name away for future reference.
"Till next time, Xander. Try and keep yourself alive for me, eh? I might not always be around to save your-" His gaze slipped down to lodge at Xander's groin. "-neck."
Spike disappears with a dramatic swish of leather just as Buffy pokes her head around the corner of the nearest crypt.
"Xander, what are you doing on the ground? Did you fall over again?"
Title: Out of Alternatives
Rating: R for gore
Words: 257
Warnings/Squicks: Death!fic but not permanently.
Summary: Spike is out of alternatives
Notes: Written forpurrrfickitty who chose #078 - 'Other' on my Big Damn Spander Table. She also provided the following additional prompt: Blood on his hands, its sweet, metallic smell thick in the air. The temptation to lick away the droplet rolling down his cheek was strong.
Blood pulsed rhythmically under and between his fingers, seeping slowly into neatly buttoned cuffs and pooling, warm and viscous, in the earth beneath his bended knees.
The air was thick with it, the stench of offal - a miasma of iron-copper, sweet and hot, heartbreakingly familiar on his tongue.
Every breath that rattled in through open mouth and out through punctured lungs tore vicious holes in Spike's soul. A liquid cough sent glistening beads of dark arterial blood fanning up and out, a deathly final fountain. The temptation to bend and lick the darkly crimson droplets that trailed streaks across tanned cheeks was almost too strong to resist, but Spike bit down on it and swallowed hard.
No alternative, no other way to save this boy, there was only Spike - demon, soul, conflicted lover. As one clouded, barely focussed eye watched on, he leaned in, his face shifting and reforming under folds of toughened skin.
"Forgive me."
Xander's eyelid fluttered closed and Spike was ready to pull back - to resist, accept rejection, let him die - and then his head rolled slowly, heavily aside to bare his neck.
Fangs slid easily through precious flesh, seeking out the weakened dregs of what had been so very strong just an hour before. A mouthful, two, not even three and he was done, drained, an empty vessel waiting to be filled anew.
Spike slashed his wrist on a fang and then forced it between chilly, bluish lips and watched to make sure Xander swallowed. And then he waited.
It has sucked mightily. And it may not be over yet. BUT! I wished
kitty_poker1 a happy birthday about 8 hours ago and the resulting conversation ended with a stern admonition to write, dammit, write! So I did. And those eight hours produced the following two additions to my BDT of Spander.Author: darkhavens
Pairing/Fandoms: Spike/Xander of Buffy
Feedback/Concrit: darkhavens @ slashverse.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Title: First Impressions
Rating: PG
Words: 424
Summary: An alternative first meeting for Spike and Xander
Notes: Written for
lishel_fracrium, who chose #001 - 'Cemetery' on my Big Damn Spander Table.Spike can see it coming from a mile away - it's violently, amusingly predictable. And right up to the moment that he does, he has absolutely no intention whatsoever of intervening.
The boy literally cannot fight to save his life. Oh, he has courage enough to spare, and determination by the bucket load, but the actual skills to save his skinny hide are only noted for their absence.
He goes down in a tangle of long limbs and Spike winces at the thunk as teenage head meets granite headstone. He's not unconscious -not quite - the feeble flailing of his arms can testify to that. However, he's obviously not long for this world.
He knows it, Spike knows it, the dirt-fresh fledgling snapping eagerly at his throat knows it, but the boy just doesn't stop batting away in some hideous parody of self-defence.
Spike's actually charmed by that, almost against his will, and, without the slightest interference from his conscious self, is suddenly leaping from the shadows to separate the boy's attacker's head from his neck.
The boy's still fighting off an attacker that's now dust and ash and Spike just stands and watches him wind down in puzzled entropy.
"Wha- Huh?"
The snick-flame of Spike's Zippo focuses the boy's attention nicely.
"Uh…"
Or at least as focussed as it gets right now.
Spike lights his cigarette and snaps the Zippo shut. The boy switches at the sharp metallic click.
"Uh…"
"Yeah, you said that already. You do know you're crap at this fighting lark, right?"
"Hey!"
The boy makes a scrambling attempt to gain his feet but only ends up muddier and pink around the edges.
"Don't swallow your tongue, mate, I'm not going to eat you. Not now at least, and certainly not here. I just didn't want to see such a pretty thing as you, wasted on a bloke that still had dirt in his ears."
Spike can hear the Slayer and her magic-scented friend approaching, so he knows his time is short.
"What's your name?"
"Xander."
The flustered blink tells Spike he hadn't meant to answer, and Spike files the name away for future reference.
"Till next time, Xander. Try and keep yourself alive for me, eh? I might not always be around to save your-" His gaze slipped down to lodge at Xander's groin. "-neck."
Spike disappears with a dramatic swish of leather just as Buffy pokes her head around the corner of the nearest crypt.
"Xander, what are you doing on the ground? Did you fall over again?"
Title: Out of Alternatives
Rating: R for gore
Words: 257
Warnings/Squicks: Death!fic but not permanently.
Summary: Spike is out of alternatives
Notes: Written for
purrrfickitty who chose #078 - 'Other' on my Big Damn Spander Table. She also provided the following additional prompt: Blood on his hands, its sweet, metallic smell thick in the air. The temptation to lick away the droplet rolling down his cheek was strong.Blood pulsed rhythmically under and between his fingers, seeping slowly into neatly buttoned cuffs and pooling, warm and viscous, in the earth beneath his bended knees.
The air was thick with it, the stench of offal - a miasma of iron-copper, sweet and hot, heartbreakingly familiar on his tongue.
Every breath that rattled in through open mouth and out through punctured lungs tore vicious holes in Spike's soul. A liquid cough sent glistening beads of dark arterial blood fanning up and out, a deathly final fountain. The temptation to bend and lick the darkly crimson droplets that trailed streaks across tanned cheeks was almost too strong to resist, but Spike bit down on it and swallowed hard.
No alternative, no other way to save this boy, there was only Spike - demon, soul, conflicted lover. As one clouded, barely focussed eye watched on, he leaned in, his face shifting and reforming under folds of toughened skin.
"Forgive me."
Xander's eyelid fluttered closed and Spike was ready to pull back - to resist, accept rejection, let him die - and then his head rolled slowly, heavily aside to bare his neck.
Fangs slid easily through precious flesh, seeking out the weakened dregs of what had been so very strong just an hour before. A mouthful, two, not even three and he was done, drained, an empty vessel waiting to be filled anew.
Spike slashed his wrist on a fang and then forced it between chilly, bluish lips and watched to make sure Xander swallowed. And then he waited.
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on 2006-08-30 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-03 12:44 am (UTC)I love watching them find each other over and over again too.
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on 2006-08-30 05:59 am (UTC)the boy just doesn't stop batting away in some hideous parody of self-defence.
And how could Spike resist the apparently futile courage? He sees a geek battling against the odds. Someone he could relate to. The instant attraction doesn't hurt. *g*
Fangs slid easily through precious flesh, seeking out the weakened dregs of what had been so very strong just an hour before.
Poor Spike, so conflicted. He's about to lose his human lover but perhaps he'll be replaced by a demon with Xander's memories of what they had together. It's not all bad - now they can be together forever.
Really good work, love. *hugs*
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on 2006-09-03 12:47 am (UTC)Indeedy! He sees someone who never even considers giving up, despite unbeatable odds, and he's hooked. :D
Thanks, darlin'!
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on 2006-08-30 12:23 pm (UTC)With the second one, I just hope somehow Xander can gain a soul, so that they can be together.
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on 2006-09-03 12:50 am (UTC)I like the idea of Spike lurking in the shadows to watch and then edning up in the thick of things because the victim du jour just won't give up and die. Irresistible. *g*
I think Spike would make sure Xander got a soul. At the very least, he'll be keeping him on a very short leash for the foreseeable future.
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on 2006-08-30 04:05 pm (UTC)And of course, yis.
*shiver*
Good stuff!
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on 2006-09-03 12:54 am (UTC)I can see Spike popping out for a quick bite to eat and ending up befuddled by this gangly kid who just wouldn't lie down and die like a good victim. *g*
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on 2006-08-30 07:08 pm (UTC)The boy makes a scrambling attempt to gain his feet but only ends up muddier and pink around the edges.
Auw, that's our Xander
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on 2006-09-03 12:58 am (UTC)I love S1-3 Xander the mostest - he's so adorable and sincere and ardent. ;)
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on 2006-09-03 06:32 pm (UTC)Oh, I completely agree. ~hunggles and snuggles you both~
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on 2006-08-30 09:46 pm (UTC)Both good. I really like the first. "Magic-scented friend" is a nice phrase. And carelessly rude Buffy: "Did you fall over again?"
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on 2006-09-03 01:05 am (UTC)I think Spike is probably very good at scenting magic on the air after all those years with Drusilla, if only for self-defence purposes. *g*
And Buffy is just Buffy - sometimes incredibly self-centered and oblivious to undertones.
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on 2006-08-31 04:23 am (UTC)*Big hugs*
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on 2006-08-31 05:31 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-03 02:26 am (UTC)Buffy can be so oblivious and literal sometimes.
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on 2006-09-03 02:34 am (UTC)I was sweating blood trying to get that second (first written) one done, as you well know! And then about an hour after you'd gone, it just started flowing and I didn't dare stop. *g*
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on 2006-09-01 01:38 am (UTC)"I just didn't want to see such a pretty thing as you, wasted on a bloke that still had dirt in his ears."
The second one was painful and I could feel Spike's awful conflict. Thank the gods that Xander gave him the go-ahead, I love him for that. For taking the decision-from-hell out of Spike's hands. That's love. Plus not wanting to die any more than Spike wanted him to...I just love it.
Any time you felt like following up on this piece, I'm all for it.
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on 2006-09-03 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-09-01 02:41 am (UTC)The flustered blink tells Spike he hadn't meant to answer, and Spike files the name away for future reference.
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on 2006-09-03 02:38 am (UTC)Spike has found himself a new little toy to play with. *g*
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on 2006-09-04 01:54 am (UTC)RIGHT?!
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on 2006-09-05 05:44 pm (UTC)Thankee!
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on 2006-09-05 04:59 pm (UTC)