#FangFiction

[burntsecrets]

Winter's Bite

Pairing: Spike x Reader Word Count: 1280 Prompt: @fluff-cember Day 7: condensed breath Summary: On patrol during a cold winter night, Spike keeps teasing you about your visible breath in the icy air, calling you a “bloody dragon.”  Warnings: mild suggestive themes, banter, and some violence typical of Buffyverse patrols (vampires/demons).

The cemetery is eerily quiet under the full moon, the kind of silence that makes you question every shadow. The chill bites at your cheeks as you walk the winding path, your breath curling into the icy air like tendrils of smoke. Adjusting your grip on the stake in your hand, you glance around, senses sharp for any sign of movement.

Behind you, a familiar voice cuts through the stillness.

"Careful there, love. With all that huffing and puffing, you’re liable to start a forest fire."

You glance back to see Spike leaning casually against a headstone, his leather duster flaring slightly in the breeze. Even in the dim light, his pale hair gleams like a beacon, and his trademark smirk is firmly in place.

"Really?" you say, rolling your eyes. "This is how you’re helping me patrol? By making fun of my breath?"

"Why not?" he replies, falling into step beside you. "It’s bloody freezing out here, and you’re the only thing keeping it interesting. Besides," he adds, with that infuriating grin of his, "you look quite fetching as a dragon."

You tug your scarf tighter around your neck, trying to ignore him. "It’s called being human, Spike. You should try it sometime."

"Why would I want to?" he retorts, flashing a teasing smirk. "All that pesky breathing, eating, and freezing your arse off nonsense. No thanks."

You shove your hands deeper into your pockets, exhaling a puff of frosty breath. "You’ve got to get some new material, Spike."

"Why? This works just fine," he quips, his voice dropping into a playful murmur. "You always bite when I pull your tail."

You ignore him—or at least you try to—but it’s hard when his gaze lingers on you, sharp and assessing, like he’s trying to see past the surface. Since Buffy left for Italy, Spike’s been different. Still sarcastic, still sharp-tongued, but there’s a new softness in him, like he’s figuring out how to move on from her. And then there’s the way he looks at you when he thinks you don’t notice...

A rustling sound pulls you from your thoughts, your body tensing as you grip your stake. Spike’s demeanor changes instantly, the teasing gone as his predatory instincts take over. A moment later, two fledgling vampires lurch out of the shadows, their movements erratic and feral.

"Finally," Spike mutters, cracking his knuckles. "I was getting bored."

The fight is quick but intense. You duck as one of the fledglings lunges for you, its claws slicing through the air where your face had been. Spinning on your heel, you drive your stake into its chest, and it crumbles to dust before it can even cry out. Spike, meanwhile, dispatches the other with his usual flair, staking it with a bored expression as though he’s done it a thousand times—which, of course, he has.

When the dust settles, you’re out of breath, your chest rising and falling in sharp bursts that fog the cold air. Spike leans casually against a tombstone, twirling his stake like it’s a toy, completely unruffled.

"You alright, love?" he asks, his smirk returning. "Not too winded, I hope. Wouldn’t want my dragon passing out on me."

"Would you stop calling me that?" you huff, brushing dirt from your jeans.

"Why? It suits you," he teases, stepping closer. "Fierce, fiery, and entirely too much fun to rile up."

"Keep it up, Spike, and I’ll show you fiery temper."

He raises a scarred eyebrow, his smirk softening into something more playful. "Promise?"

Your cheeks heat—not from anger but from the way he says it, low and flirtatious, the words curling through the space between you. You hate how easily he gets under your skin. Or maybe you don’t hate it as much as you pretend to.

"Come on," he says suddenly, nodding toward his crypt. "You’re freezing your scales off out here. Let’s get warm."

✦ ✦ ✦

Spike’s crypt is warmer than you expected, though that’s likely due to the small space heater humming in the corner. The air smells faintly of leather and whiskey, and the flickering candles scattered around give it a surprisingly cozy atmosphere.

"You’ve upgraded," you remark, eyeing the threadbare but inviting couch as you settle onto it.

He shrugs out of his duster and tosses it over a nearby chair. "Figured I’d make the place a bit more hospitable. Not that I get many visitors these days."

"Well, consider me honored," you quip, though there’s a weight to his words that lingers. Since Buffy left, Spike’s world has grown smaller, quieter. You suspect he’s still figuring out how to fill the void she left behind.

He grabs a bottle of whiskey from a nearby table and takes a swig before holding it out to you.

"Here," he says. "Warm you up."

You hesitate for a moment before accepting. The first sip burns, but it spreads warmth through your chest, chasing away the chill of the night. Spike sits down beside you, closer than he needs to, and you’re hyper-aware of the space—or lack thereof—between you.

"So," he says, leaning back and stretching his arms along the back of the couch. "What’s it like, being one of the Chosen?"

"It’s... a lot," you admit, staring into the amber liquid in your hand. "Buffy made it look easy, but it’s not. Sometimes it feels like I’m just trying not to screw up."

"Buffy was good," he says, his voice softer now. "But she had her share of screw-ups too. Don’t sell yourself short, love. You’ve got fire. You’ll figure it out."

The mention of Buffy hangs in the air for a moment, a ghost neither of you can ignore. You glance at him, trying to read his expression, but it’s unreadable.

"Do you miss her?" you ask quietly, the question slipping out before you can stop it.

He doesn’t answer right away. When he does, his voice is low, almost a whisper. "Used to think I’d never stop missing her. Thought she was it for me, you know? But... things change."

His eyes meet yours, and there’s something raw and honest in his gaze that makes your heart skip a beat.

"And now?" you ask, barely more than a whisper.

"Now..." He trails off, his lips quirking into a small smile. "Now I think I might be moving on."

The air between you crackles with unspoken possibilities, and for a moment, you forget about everything else—the patrols, the vampires, even Buffy. It’s just you and Spike, the space between you shrinking by the second.

"You’re not as much of a pain as you think, you know," you say softly, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

"Careful, love," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "Say things like that, and I might start thinking you like me."

"Maybe I do," you admit, your cheeks heating despite the cold.

For once, Spike doesn’t have a snarky reply. Instead, he leans in, his hand brushing against yours. His gaze drops to your lips, and for a heartbeat, the world seems to hold its breath.

But before he can close the distance, a loud crash outside shatters the moment.

"Bloody hell," he mutters, standing and grabbing his stake. "Can’t a bloke get a moment’s peace?"

You laugh despite yourself, standing and pulling your jacket tighter. "Come on, dragon," he says with a wink, holding the door open for you. "Duty calls."

As you step out into the night, the cold bites at your cheeks again, but the warmth of his presence lingers. And as you walk beside him, trading banter and stolen glances, you realize that maybe, just maybe, you’re not the only one moving on.

[heathscringecompilation]

the amount of puns in the comics is horrific /pos

[bookblrihardlyknowher]

November Reading Wrap Up

Stats

Total Read: 2

Average Rating: 4⭐️

Most Read Genre: N/A

Format: N/A

DNF Count: 0

Books

Title: Fang Fiction

Author: Kate Stayman-London

Genre: Contemporary Paranormal Romance

Format: tandem Physical (Library) & Audiobook

Rating: ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Start Date: 11/07/24

End Date: 11/11/24

Title: Void Maw

Author: Jesse Deeds

Genre: Splatter Punk

Format: Kindle Unlimited

Rating: ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

Start Date: 11/17/24

End Date: 11/18/24

DNF

None <3

[the-shipping-forecasters]

FangFiction (Nosferatu)

We promised at the start of the year to let the fandom cook, and now we're back to see how Nosferatu is doing! Join us as Nick gradually loses his mind trying to understand how this film is both horny and scary all at once, and we answer hard hitting questions like:

Do they make a good polycule? Did Willem Dafoe keep the cat? (yes) Is James paid per mention of the 2004 Summer Blockbuster Van Helsing?

If that sounds your jam, have a listen to the full episode here:

Or here

Or any of the other places you'd expect to find a podcast!

And heres the full thumbnail, another banger from friend of the show @hexicate

[etherealdjinn]

So I just got the Monster High Pride Comic after waiting so long! And boy was it worth the wait. But I DO have some things to say about it and note this is not to shame or disrespect anything whatsoever.

Here we go:

A side (Toradeen)

I'm gonna be upfront: Obviously this is G3 Toradeen covered in G1 skin. Don't get me wrong, it's cute and interesting chemistry while keeping some character in for both Clawdeen and Toralei. But... how did the story introduce a new MH cute side couple while failing to tell us HOW the main story couple got together?

I had to read this side a few times because while I was disappointed of the lack explanation, it was good to see a few things. I'm glad it had the side story of Ghoulia writing 'Fangfiction' (I almost forgot about the lexicon, dear god!), Howleen's OG look, A GLIMPSE of Clawdeen's dad and a few of the ghouls. Jackie and Bridgette are very cute as well giving some more representationfor MH.

The only thing was bad was the lack of BG or showing us how Toralei and Clawdeen would be in the same room of each other, let alone date. Cause these two were at each other's throats before in the series and boovies so... yeah. The next comic I hope they explain that.

B Side (Spellentine)

Maybe I'm biased, but I was anticipating this side of the comic more. First of all, I've been waiting for almost a decade to finally see the mysterious Spelldon! And I knew based on Val's diary they were gonna be a great new ship and I was SO glad to be right! I like the flow of this story well of how it shows regarding building romance and even trying to repair friendships.

The only tidbit would be the misleading thing of Draculaura refusing to accept Val's apology, though it IS understandable. But yeah, she was making excuses to not fang out with him. But I'm glad in the end they both decided to take their time. Val has a new 'friend' to pay attention to anyway :)

The bonus was that NOBODY TOLD ME WHISP WAS GONNA BE IN THE COMIC!!! It made me VERY HAPPY and she's portrayed as I expected her to be! (can you tell 13 wishes in my favorite boovie yet?). I guarantee you she will wingwoman the hell out of these two.

Overall, this comic was a pretty good read and well worth the wait. I'm curious as to see what IDW will do with the Monster High franchise from now on for the "New Scaremester."

[zappedbyzabka]

CK fanfiction is fangfiction

[pageturnersblog]

#FangFiction by @katestaymanlondon is my 2024 #SpookySeason #read. A little bit of #Vampire, a little bit of #Romance, a little bit of #Mystery, and a whole lot of good story.

If you've ever wished you could jump into the world of the book you're reading, Fang Fiction is one to check out.

Tess has found herself transported to the world of and in the middle of vampire politics from her favorite book series, Blood Feud. And her BFF is trying to solve the mystery from NYC. So far this is a book full of emotions, tama (trigger warnings), crazy fun situations, vampire politics, and so much more!

@penguinrandomhouse #bookrecommendations #bookrecs #booksta #booksofinstagram #booklover #books #audiobooks #aduiobookrec

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[13xwishes]

[ 📔 = Gigi and Wisp's comfort picks, if they have any]

THEMATIC HEADCANONS. || { Always Accepting }

Wished by @6em4k || Main Verse || Reading Deadcanon

Gigi doesn't read as much as her sister does, but she does make sure she reads enough when it comes to school. She also does take time to read some fangfiction regarding romance and fantasy but also take time to time using cookbooks and DIY books to learn new things. She rather see the activity than just read about it.

Whisp is a complete book nerd. What else was she suppose to do when Gigi was out making friends or waiting for her own finders? That library wasn't going to use itself. Whisp takes the hobby of soaking up any knowledge and stories she finds par the job or stuff she's interested in. Her favorite genres are mystery, suspense, drama and sci-fi. On the rare occasions when she's bored, she'll start writing her own stories.

[moonbowhaze]

NIKA ROMANCER AND JACKIE LOPE? LOVING THE NAMES AND THE PUNS

also "rotpad fangfiction" is taking me out 💀💀

Monster High Pride Comics Preview

[cr33pycut3]

Draculaura's Bio!

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Draculaura

She/Her

Shy, quiet, and an avid collector of Bity Bats, she is well known for her fangfiction

[heathscringecompilation]

Aight here goes a small review of the IDW monster high pride comics:-)

I keep thinking about the pride comics and I gotta say, story wise I really liked the Valentine one better, it just has a better rhythm and focus I guess? I would've really liked a similar "how did they get together" story for Toralei and Clawdeen, BUT I really liked Bridgett and Jackie LIKE C'MON THEY'RE SO CUTE and the whole communication message was good, wholesome:) the b plot with ghoulia and kjersti I found it funny but kinda like... dumb? and irrelevant to the main story, but FUNNY like hell yeah fangfiction writer wars on ROTPAD, I enjoyed seeing all those characters again, this reference I'm gonna say might be weirdly niche but it felt like when in the live action dora the explorer movie they get high off poisonous plants and they hallucinate the cartoon characters and they yell "EVERYBODY'S HERE!" o TODOS ESTÁN AQUÍ no sé qué es lo que diga en inglés tbh I ALMOST CRIED SEEING ABBEY MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN

aND apparently a bit of an unpopular opinion? but I loved seeing the characters in these styles! the Toradeen one feels like such a classic american comic style while the Spelldon/Valentine one is so webcomic-feely I really enjoyed both art styles a lot!!!!!!^.^ WAAAA i really hope we could get more of this type of comic stories i had so much fun reading them!!!

[cinnamqn]

Wait, do you guys think that in the monster high universe, fanfiction is called like, fangfiction?

[abessive-art]

writing stories about monsters... fangfiction

[cxttynoir]

“I didn’t realize until just last week that people wrote fangfiction about pop stars, but I stayed up until three this morning reading this glam-tastic story about me!”

“Did you know that people apparently ship me with Justin Biter?”

[thededleadragoria]

Is twilight fanfiction called Fangfiction?

[fangletsfollies]

Title: Sing the Song that Sounds of You

Genre: Drama/Tragedy

Rating: T

After a tragic accident, nothing can ever be the same. But maybe, just maybe there's some good in all the sadness. Will Ai finally be able to prove himself to Rin?

Prologue

“Urgh!” Rin grimaced as another bout of turbulence rattled the cabin of the plane. He turned away from the window and punched his seatmate in the arm. “’Let’s take the red-eye, Rin,’ you said. ‘We can sleep the whole way!’ How am I supposed to get any sleep like this, Haru?” Rin poked Haru in the side until he finally grumbled something and opened his eyes. He stared pointedly at Rin and yawned theatrically to show just how little of his whining he felt like putting up with. “Is there a problem, Rin? I was too busy sleeping to notice.” “Like hell you were, the plane’s shaking hard enough to rattle the overhead.” Haru shrugged. “Just because you forgot to pack a pillow in your carry-on to cuddle with doesn’t mean you have to keep me awake.” “That’s not the point.” “What kind of adult still needs a security pillow to fall asleep, anyway,” Haru smirked, just enough for Rin to see. “Probably the same kind of adult who would complain that they’re gold medal isn’t made of real gold.” “Tch.” Rin scowled fiercely, and he would have continued complaining if Haru wasn’t already turning away and curling back up in his seat. He heard him mutter something about calling a stewardess to bring him one, and something that might have been “You big baby” before covering his head with his jacket to tune him out. Rin went back to staring out of the window at literally nothing because it was two in the goddamn morning and if he didn’t fall asleep in the next twenty minutes he was going to murder Haru in his sleep. Because he was right. Rin couldn’t fall asleep without a pillow, especially not on public transportation, and especially especially not on public transportation that was pogo-sticking through the air like a kangaroo on crack. But a pillow would help. He huffed, which quickly turned into a yawn, then reached up and pressed the button that summoned a stewardess from whatever hidey-hole they stayed in in-flight.  A little light pinged on to tell her just who was disturbing the peace in the last thirty minutes of the flight. He settled back into his seat to wait. And wait. And wait. ‘Shouldn’t someone be here? One of them has to be awake, right? Isn’t that like, a rule?’ He thought, craning his neck to look into the aisle. He bit his lip – never a good idea, he’d bitten right through once middle school and it had bled everywhere and looked awful, and all of the assholes in middle school had joked about his ‘piercing’ and honestly, middle school was full of bastards, but they didn’t matter anymore, he’d beaten two of them just two days ago and – “Sir?” Rin jumped. His mind had wandered way off-track, and it took him a second to remember what he’d wanted. Man, he needed some sleep. It’d been a day at least, maybe more. Thirty hours, probably. And that was probably – “Sir, was there something you needed?” Rin flushed, embarrassed that he’d managed to let his mind wander while the stewardess was right there, dammit. “Ah, actually, I was wondering if you could bring me a pillow..?” He grinned toothily, to say yes, I know I’m being an asshole for asking when we’re going to land soon, but seriously, I need a pillow. To her credit, the stewardess just flashed her politest everyone-is-an-asshole-on-this-plane-it’s-not-just-you smile and said of course, she’d bring one right away. He opened his mouth to thank her, and instead yelped when he felt his seat belt cut into his lap and holy shit he was floating and the stewardess was flying down the aisle, and then he didn’t see anything as all the lights in the cabin flickered and died. Now everyone was awake, and screaming, and everything was rattling and flashing as the lights cut in and out. Then the overheads blew open and the air was full of bags, and books, and people – people who’d left their seat belts open in an attempt to be comfortable were bouncing out of their seats and following the stewardess down the aisle. And now Rin felt Haru’s hand grip his arm, and saw Haru’s eyes lock with his, wide and panicky, and he was screaming something but Rin couldn’t hear, everything was too loud, and it was happening too fast, and, and They were Falling Out Of The Sky. He grabbed Haru’s hand and squeezed it tightly, even as he squeezed his eyes shut, to try and pretend this wasn’t happening. And his mind fixated on one thought as the plane continued to go down, and down, and down: Would he hear it? Would he hear the crash? Would he hear the crash? Would he hear the -