|Tuesday, December 4th, 2007|
Sometimes Xander forgets that Spike is over a hundred years older than him. Sometimes he sees Spike playing video games with Dawn or planning the next stunt to pull on Angel or Buffy, and it's like age really doesn't matter at all. And then sometimes the weight of Spike's years is like a new pair of glasses - everything is clearer and sharper and his sense of balance is all thrown off. Sometimes he watches Spike tutor Dawn, or hold the door open for the girls, and he can see the century-old poet under the surface.
Spike still has the bad-ass attitude going, but it's not so much a shield anymore. And Xander loves the poems that are occasionally left on his bedstand, accompanying a red rose. And he doesn't complain about feeling girly when Spike automatically opens the door for him, because everything Spike does, no matter how small or romantic or girly, is just another way Spike shows his love. Current Mood: complacent
|Monday, March 6th, 2006|
Title: Touched 1/1
Summary: Spike finds a yummy in the fridge.
Disclaimer: Not mine and never will be. The yummy men belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
A/N1: This story is a response to the MoodRings-132Celebrations of Spander on LiveJournal. It is organised by Brynhild and many authors have already written or claimed one of the 132 Moods available. I chose the mood "touched". If you're interested in joining the challenge, follow this link for more information:http://community.livejournal.com/spander132/348.html
A/N 2: This is a friendship fic (at least the two men think so), set in season 5 and there is no Anya around.
Betaed by Spiked_by_james! She's the best!
My apologies to the tag problem. I don't understand a **** thing about it. So I post the entire link to the story.http://spikewil.livejournal.com/9222.html Current Mood: touched
|Tuesday, January 24th, 2006|
Title: Visiting Hours
Word Count: 420
Warning: I can't believe I've written something as schmoopish as this. I mean it! And in my first Spander snippet. *sigh*batmanvinnie
looked it over - thank you! - but I've changed it since then.
And yes - I'm an EFL : )( Visiting HoursCollapse ) Current Mood: contemplative
|Monday, January 23rd, 2006|
ok I finished a Challenge (yay). This was written for the Spander132 moodring ficathon. I resisted my baser impulse and made Xander apathetic.
Title:Apathetic (after I wrote it, it just seemed to fit.)
Pairing:one-sided Xangel, Spander
Distribution: um you really wanna this? Other than the fication and spikess, ask and tell me where. Then it's yours.
Disclaimer: as much as my heart disagrees, the boys and any of the other characters mentioned don't belong to me. Their collars says they belong to this Joss person.
Dedication: To Raz for simply being there. Random note: I forced myself to write this while on vacation: yay florida.
At a table in the middle of a crowded club three girls and a guy sit. One of the girls is ranting while the other two make the appropriate agreement sounds. But the guy just stays still.
Xander lets the words wash over him as Buffy whines about her latest breakup with, surprise surprise, Angel. But he doesn't really care. Not even during this perfect "let's slam Deadboy" moment. So he simply gets up to leave. Of course Buffy pouts and for a second Xander remembers a time when, even when he wasn't in love with her, that pout could make him do anything.
But now- Xander blinks.
"Night ladies." And with that he's out the door.
Of course being the demon magnet that he is, he was attacked less then a Block away from the Bronze. He was actually doing well in the fight when suddenly he found himself flat on his back and inch away from the claws of death. "Damn it now I'm going to die and I haven't even moved in to that new house I just paid for. Do you think we could do this next week? No wait,dying means no moving furniture and having to be once again be humiliated by the strength of a little blond girl so go ahead proceed." And right when the inch closes in, the demon is pulled off him in a blaze of speed while a dark knight proceeds to rip to shreds the being that threatened his beloved. And so soon standing before him is a disheveled, messy haired, flushed Angel.
Angel rushed over to Xander checking him and making sure he was alright. After making sure he was alright Xander was allowed to get to his feet. "Xander," Angel breathed “I thought I lost you. I can't take this anymore. Listen the reason Buffy and I didn't work out is because I love you." Xander looked at Angel while Angel stood there with a look that was both hopeful at acceptance while braced for rejection.
Xander shrugged. "Okay."
"Okay, what does that mean?"
Xander was about to respond when Buffy came rushing out with Willow and Tara in tow. "Xander, Angel good. We need to hurry up. There's a demon out there that's going to destroy Sunnydale. We have to head out."
Xander looks at the slayer. “Right Buff. Tell me how that works out." And once again he starts off to his home.
“But Xander this demon might end the world!" Willow said.
"Seems to be what they do Wills. Listen call me tomorrow after Buffy slays it ok." he says over his shoulder while still walking leaving the group shocked at the indifferent tone of his voice.
Soon Xander reaches home. He takes off his clothes and crawls into bed before kissing the blond vampire that waits there for him. "You know you're rubbing off on me right?" he murmurs against Spike's lips.
"Yeah, yeah whelp. Turn off the light will ya?"
Did I do ok? *puppy eyes* Current Mood: anxious
|Saturday, January 21st, 2006|
|Sunday, January 15th, 2006|
BTVS ficlet: Cranky
MoodRings - 132 Celebrations of Spander at </b>spander132Betaed by:
Friend, beta and wielder of the whip! Thanks, Cas. *g*Fandom:
Not mine, not ever…just playing.Concrits:
welcome in comments or by e-mail
Xander's just not himself when Spike's not around...( Cranky...right this way *g* )
|Wednesday, January 11th, 2006|
A_beetle_ first, this is. Two of them, actually. You'll figure out which two by the end.( 3:27_A.M.Collapse )
. Current Mood: a tad mortified
|Monday, January 9th, 2006|
somewhere between pg13 and R.Author's Note:
This Spander 132 is a continuation of my last one. Previous chapter.Irritated
( InpatientessCollapse )( tiredCollapse )
There is one more section to this for "excited" but I haven't had the chance to finish it yet. Hopefully it will be up soon.
~~~~~SilverWick Current Mood: annoyed
Author: Dea Brynhild Ensomhet Spikess
For the spander132
Notes: Exactly 28 words. See my LJ for more info on this one ^_^
There was no other choice. Xander drove the stake into Spike’s chest. "I love you," Xander murmured, voice thick with tears. "But I won’t let you turn me." Current Mood: indescribable
|Saturday, January 7th, 2006|
I don't own them. But not for lack of trying.Notes:
A weird take on the mood, but whatever. Angsty-ish. Souled Spike.( SympatheticCollapse ) Current Mood: hungry
|Thursday, January 5th, 2006|
OK, kids, here it is - my very first ever fic! Hope you enjoy, but if you don't...lie to me, OK?
Title: Sunday Mornings
Word Count: 100
Written for </b>spander132 moodring - Lazy
Xander loved Sunday mornings.
Sunday morning was time he took for himself, to be utterly and completely lazy. The alarm clock was turned off, and unplugged, just in case. He wore his most comfy boxers and softest T-shirt. The curtains were drawn, so none of that pesky sun got in his eyes. And he always made sure everyone was very clear on the “only call if something or someone is about to explode, or an apocalypse” rule.
So why was he awake so early this Sunday?
Because somebody’s got really cold feet, he thought, placing a kiss on Spike’s shoulder. Current Mood: proud of myself
|Wednesday, January 4th, 2006|
Okay, so I have seen these things posted, and was curious enough to look at it, and then intrigued enough to try my hand at one ... so I tried my hand at grumpy ... It's schmoopy and fluffy, so here you go. 1/5/06 EDIT: trying to fix the Spike voice ...
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be writing drabbles and stories about them. They belong to the God of television (Joss Whedon)
Notes: written for spander132( GrumpyCollapse ) Current Mood: cheerful
|Monday, September 5th, 2005|
This isn't really my usual style (even though I'm new to writing in this fandom) so I was holding out on posting this until I finished the other mood I'd claimed. But as my muses are all over the place lately and I'm trying to update and clear out my folders tonight, I figured I'd just be brave, delurk, and post this now :-) I hope it works.
Author: Kate of Kintail
Set: At the end of 'Pangs'
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, etc. Not my boys (sadly), just a fanfic.
Summary: Mental lists, mutual lusting, considerable denial, and turkey.
Notes: Written for spander132
(Challenge of writing Spander fics for each of the 132 LJ moods)( ThankfulCollapse )
|Wednesday, July 6th, 2005|
: Bear mirasolRating
: Didn’t happen anywhere else but my mind, and I can’t tape those yet so I’m still not making any money from this.( HotCollapse )
|Saturday, June 25th, 2005|
|Wednesday, June 22nd, 2005|
|Tuesday, June 21st, 2005|
|Sunday, June 19th, 2005|
This is a follow on to Pensive
Author: Bear (aka mirasol
Disclaimer: Not mine - Still not making any money from this.
Notes: Set post-N.F.A. ( GuiltyCollapse )