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mcgnagallsarmy · 2 days ago

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I was tagged by @violettathepiratequeen for this fanfic game, thank you for including me!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway!

Woohoo, let's see what I've written recently. I mean just because I haven't posted anything in a while, and haven't been reading much Spuffy fics lately, it doesn't mean that I haven't written anything. So some of these will be stuff that I haven't posted yet because they're not finished yet (I also have some unposted drabbles that are around 10 lines, so I'll not include them), all the others can be find on Elysian Fields. Also, I'm going with Violetta's approach of first 10 sentences, that looks more fun :3 (all the unposted stuff is also unbeta-ed, so apologies for any mistakes)

1. Ways to thwart an apocalypse

this was supposed to be my entry for the April event at EF, but I couldn't finish it in time :(

Buffy didn’t know when it happened, but she became one of those people who could only talk about work, even when she was supposed to have fun with her friends. Or well, it’s not that they were not having fun, if the half empty bottle of amaretto and the handful of cans of lukewarm beer was anything to go by. It was a Thursday night, and all the Scoobies were sprawled out in her living room (just like old times), upholding one of their new traditions. She was sitting on the couch with Dawn tucked to her side, gently drooling on her shoulder. Spike was sitting on the floor by her legs, back pressed to the couch where he could conveniently turn and press a kiss to her knee if he wanted to. Willow and Xander claimed the ‘comfy couch’ as soon as they arrived and Giles was perched on the chair of Spike’s ugly armchair for some reason. Buffy wasn’t sure how the whole thing started, maybe with Spike opening a bottle of beer one day after they got home from fighting the slimiest demons she remembered ever fighting, just to have Xander arrive a couple of minutes later with a six pack to let out some steam after such a horrible ordeal – being the bait was always stressful work, he said. And since then, their new ritual stuck. In typical Scooby fashion though, they really had to plan their impromptu celebrations in advance. The first few times they tried to gather and just have a lazy evening in with just them, there was always one of the newbie Slayers knocking on the door with another emergency.

2. I wanna teach you how forever feels

Buffy was having a flashback. Or several flashbacks, to be precise. No matter where she looked in the room, her mind bombarded her with image after image of the past ten years of her life. Their life. As the glint from the afternoon sun caught on the band on her right hand, she swore she could actually feel the much heavier weight of a gaudy skull ring from all those years ago. Thankfully, her ring was a lot nicer this time. She smoothed down some imaginary wrinkle in her dress, admiring all the details that made it just the perfect wedding dress for both Buffy and the Slayer – like the glittery fabric that made up the skirt, to appease her inner California girl, or the matching holster underneath, to keep Mr. Pointy in comfortable reach. Buffy couldn’t help but remember the last wedding she attended, the absolutely horrendous green gown Anya made her wear and the unceremonious way a certain bleach blond vampire had ripped it to shreds when they got home that night. While preparing for this day, she briefly contemplated getting some revenge on her friend with a similarly atrocious bridesmaid dress, but then she decided against it. Better not to give D’Hoffryn a reason to pop into the ceremony, even if it would only be to congratulate Buffy on her impeccably executed vengeance.

3. Timeless

Buffy knocked on her sister’s door, waiting for Dawn to let her into her apartment. And wasn’t that the weirdest thing ever, Dawn living on her own. Well, not really on her own, but when they set up the new Slayers’ headquarters, they agreed that Buffy and Dawn would have their separate living quarters. Not just because they were all traumatized by basically living as sardines in a can back in Sunnydale, but everybody seemed to agree that Buffy needed her privacy (as if that was ever anybody’s concern before) after everything. So Dawn got a nice little apartment – as she liked to call it – on the first floor of the Slayers HQ building. But really it was just a glorified dorm room, at least that’s what Buffy kept telling herself in order to make herself feel better about leaving her sister alone. Also, Dawn kept reminding her that she needed to be able to take care of herself, because soon she would be leaving for college and she didn’t want to be one of those kids who didn’t even know how to boil a pot of water or do laundry. Which was a fair point, if Buffy thought about it. As she waited for the door to open – she was past her days of barging into people’s private residences – she tried to imagine what the place would be like. Even though all of the living quarters had the same floorplan, she was kinda curious to see how Dawn decorated her place.

4. Key Moment

Dawn really didn’t think things could get any worse as she looked around the damp cave again. She tried to loosen the ropes binding her hands one more time and hoped that the flickering torches lining the walls gave just enough light for her to see while still keeping her movements hidden from her captors. Her captors... God, she was such an idiot. When she first met Damon during college orientation day, Dawn had been thrilled at how easily they became friends. He was the first real friend she had made since moving back to the States with Buffy and Spike. And when he let it slip that he was a magically inclined person, Dawn was over the moon that she could share all parts of her life with somebody. Because okay, she had her sister, and Spike, and the Scoobies, but they were all just so... old. A bunch of weirdos in their mid-twenties, killing monsters and thwarting apocalypses left and right. Except for Spike, who was all of the above, but almost in his hundredandtwenties. As if there were no better things to do in life, like, let’s say, sharing your mystical origins with nice boys you met on campus and bonding with them over the spells that went wonky in your life.

5. Creature Feature

As they snuggled in for the evening in Buffy’s room, both of them with a book in hand, Buffy made a note to herself–again–to remember never to rent anything ever again, not even if her life depended on it. Maybe especially not then. But then Spike put his hand on her thigh and started absentmindedly stroking it between turning pages, and Buffy thought that at least something good came out of the last couple of weeks after all. Still, just the thought of all the craziness they’d had to endure to get here made her all riled up again. It wasn’t enough that they had to fight their way through literal movie monsters (and one asshole who really should learn by now to stay away from Sunnydale). They also couldn’t even rent a movie anymore to have a relaxing night… *** Two Weeks Earlier When E’s Video Rental opened its doors, Buffy should have been suspicious. The town already had a Family Video, and really, what need did Sunnydale have for two video stores? Especially when one of them delivered both pizzas and movies. But against her better judgment, Buffy decided to take a swim in that famous river from Egypt and rented a creature feature to enjoy in the solitude of her bedroom.

6. I Lie Awake Every Night

This whole thing was a bust and they should just give up, Buffy thought. Really, it was the same routine every night, except when both of them were so exhausted that they just fell into bed at some ungodly hour and slept right through the next day. “Buffy?” And here we go again, she thought as she heard Spike’s voice from behind her where he was spooned against her back. She tried not to sigh as she waited for him to continue. She cracked an eye open though, to check the clock on her nightstand. Yep, 3 AM. Right on schedule. “Luv? Have I told you that a Carnyss demon tried to sell me a mirror the other day?”

7. Game Nights

“UNO!” Buffy looked up at Spike’s still slightly bruised face, which was showing a ridiculous amount of satisfaction, considering what they were doing. Stupid vampire. “How are you saying UNO already!?” Buffy asked, glancing at his hand of card. As in singular. “I literally don’t have any more hands to hold all these cards with!” She was trying not to yell at him as she took in the sight of what was probably the whole deck in her hands. For one thing, she really didn’t want to draw attention to themselves, not that they were actually hiding for once, sitting behind the coffee table where anybody could see them. But she also didn’t want to wake up her sister, who was dozing on the vampire’s shoulder.

8. Never Let Me Go

She realized her mistake too late. She heard her name – Angel speaking her name – and she couldn’t help herself, she had to get closer to him, to feel him with her one last time. As she stood there, looking into his eyes and willing him to see how much she loved him despite everything, how sorry she was, Buffy could see the statue behind him opening up, promising hell on Earth. And yet she couldn’t stop her feet from moving towards him. Then she felt his hand close around her wrist, and Angel was pulling her towards him, just as the portal opened big enough so it could suck him into hell. Him, her, and everything else. Buffy thrashed and clawed and fought as best as her battle-worn body allowed, but the pull of literal hell on her heels was too strong, even after she couldn’t feel Angel’s presence with her anymore. But then a cold hand clasped hers and pulled her from the clutches of perdition. “I’ve got you, Slayer.” And then he was gone too, in a swirl of black leather, and Buffy was left panting on her hands and knees in front of the dormant statue of Acathla.

9. Poor Man's Treacle

Buffy had realized a long time ago that there were some things she just couldn’t get Spike to stop doing. Like, eating garlic. She remembered how he used to wolf down those deep-fried onion monstrosities at the Bronze, which was, okay, not garlic, but almost. Of course, back then she didn’t want to think about what all those fructans were doing to his body, and by the time she really did care, there was no Bronze to serve those onion things, and most importantly there was no Spike. And yes, Buffy had to actually look up what was making her boyfriend so sick after a night out at their favorite Italian restaurant a couple of years later. At first, she thought it was some bizarre side effect of being corporealized again, because really, who knew what it did to someone’s body, going from being a ghost to becoming a vampire again? But then Dawn had shed some light on Spike’s more extreme habits, which didn’t end with taking sunlit strolls in the morning. Buffy learned that Spike always ordered his pizzas (and let’s not get into the fact that the big dope didn’t even need food at all) with extra garlic in the crust. Dawn said that one time, during the summer when it was mostly just the two of them, Spike got such severe stomach aches that the Scoobies were contemplating performing an exorcism on him. Over the years, Buffy had learned to look for signs, indicating that he had a secret stash somewhere in the house.

10. Untitled drabble based on the prompt "One look, dark room; meant just for you."

As far as Slayer-vision-quests went, this was Buffy’s favorite so far. Of course, it didn’t mean that it was not weird as hell, but at least it was pretty. Not that a mountain lion prowling through the desert wasn’t mesmerizing in its own right, but this one felt different, Buffy thought, as she looked around her surroundings once more. She was standing on a ledge in a cave, a huge opening in front of her, where she could make out the roaring and splashing of the ocean’s waves in the distance. As she walked closer to the edge of the startlingly white rocks – limestone, the voice of high-school Buffy of the past supplied helpfully in her head – she was surprised to see that there was another, lower level to the cave. It reached directly into the rolling sea outside the cave mouth, providing a direct path into the water. Buffy peered down over the ledge and saw a huge hole in the rocks below her, with thousands of vines crawling out of the hole in all directions. She couldn’t tell what was in it, only that there was some shallow water and a faint pinkish light emanated from somewhere deep in the pond. The whole thing should’ve been creepy as hell, but the plant bursting forth from the ground was such a vivid shade of green that Buffy had trouble believing such a color could exist. It almost looked like ivy, though Buffy was pretty sure ivy didn’t have this kinds of flowers.

I'm tagging @acekoomboom, @isevery0nehereverystoned, @womanaction, @peaceoutofthepieces, @swiftlythebest and @l56895 (only participate if you guys feel like it^^)

#what we learned from this is that I start every story with the character's name whose POV we are in XD #amazing creativity from me yep #ace I know you were already tagged but I wanted you to see some stuff that I think you'd enjoy especially that damn TS inspired drabble :D #spuffy #nick and charlie #I'm spreading the fanfic love over to the narlie fandom as well <3 #fanfic

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mcgnagallsarmy · 3 days ago

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Top 10 Nick x Charlie fics I’ve read (Apr 2025)

all i wanna do is get you out of that sweater, boy by golden_hestia [G]

It had started with small things first, a t-shirt here, a sweater there, until Charlie had filled an entire drawer of his dresser with Nick’s stolen clothes. Nick had never bothered to ask for them back. He’d only smile when he’d see Charlie arrive at his front door in his jumper, or wearing his joggers to bed when they had sleepovers. Sometimes Nick would offer up an offhand, “oh, I wondered where that had gone,” with no real intention of reclaiming them. Charlie knew that Nick liked seeing him wear his clothes, had told him as much with the same warm cheeks Charlie had seen the first time, all those months ago. It made Charlie feel so wanted knowing that Nick found as much pleasure in it as he did. Which was all well and good because Charlie had become a tad dependent on Nick’s clothes, it felt ridiculous for him to admit, but it was the truth. When the darker thoughts that had been simmering under the surface started to fester, if it wasn’t Nick himself, it was his clothes that Charlie found solace in. It was easy to hide himself in Nick’s large jumpers, draw the hood up and breathe in Nick’s smell, pretending that everything was fine. But everything was not fine. -- a missing scene fic from s3e4

The Decline of the Art of Subtlety by writeitininkorinblood [T]

Sarah’s not sure if she’s getting more perceptive or if Nick and Charlie are just getting far less subtle, but it becomes increasingly clear to her that they have a physical relationship. Or: 3 times Sarah Nelson had her suspicions, and one time it was abundantly clear

The First Milestone by SoItsComeToThis [T]

It's Nick's fortieth birthday and he has a lot of complicated feelings about it.

If The World Was Ending, I’d Wanna Be Next To You by RoyalHeartHuff [T]

In the not so distant future, London has collapsed under the weight of a regime that erases the different. Hunted by drones and haunted by memories, Charlie must choose between survival and saving the man he loves. But, love doesn’t let go easily.

Iris by lavagirlultra [G]

Nick has spent his entire life waiting for someone to see him. He feels like a puzzle, or an optical illusion. Sure, he may be difficult to get right at first, but if you just look from the right angle, the picture is so clear. But nobody even tries. Maybe it’s better they don’t. He doesn’t know if he could handle being unsolvable. or: Nobody seems to actually see Nick—until Charlie.

Is it Okay if we, like… Keep this a secret? by PhoenixSpring

5 times Nick and Charlie think they're keeping their relationship a secret, plus the 1 time they realise they've been caught. Written for the 99 Moments of Joy: A Heartstopper Countdown.

put my name with yellow hearts by bookinit [T]

The question, though, is this. In the last two weeks, have you fantasized about someone of the same gender? Unwittingly, Nick thinks of the Great Pencil Debacle. About Charlie’s lips. Guiltily, he clicks yes. After all, there’s no point in taking the quiz if he’s just going to lie. — A short re-imagining of Charlie and Nick’s first kiss, because I’m obsessed with them.

this loving could save me (this love isn't crazy) by riverdanceeee [T]

Ideally, realistically, statistically, hell, probably even astrologically—Nick and Charlie are not supposed to last. But it's just so fucking fun to prove people wrong.

trams, felching, and that bloke that had a beard one time by kaalee [M]

Nick really likes Charlie all the time. He's hoping Charlie will like his new beard as much as Charlie did on that bloke from Merlin in that one specific photo he saw that one time… 800 words, rated M for description of sex acts

why i want you near by bishyreadytocry [M]

In which Charlie is on holiday with the family, Nick pines from Leeds, and nonsense ensues or A snippet of each day Charlie is away and what these idiots talk about while they miss each other

#heartstopper #nick and charlie #heartstopper ficrec #royalhearthuff #bookinit02

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