#buffy fic

[firemanwhenthefloodsrollback]

My spuffy (pretty spuffy, also kind of gen because I love a lot of characters) Oxford AU is getting longer all the time and I am so happy

One or two people seem to be really enjoying reading it (two, it’s two people)

But I’m just so happy finally feeling able to put my comfort characters in a scenario I love and know and think about and seeing how they change and what they do

Buffy is traumatised and angsty but has a feeling St Drusilla’s College Oxford could be a place she could heal

Giles is a medieval literature professor

Xander is a barman

Willow is a joint honours physics and philosophy student who’s also a member of every single club

And William Pratt is a ghost in a tower room that you can only see from Buffy’s room, and only at night, but he might know her name, and he might wave at her

I’m at about 15k words now and I’m so happy all the time I’m writing it

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Let Yourself Free

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3.6k, Buffy Summers/Faith Lehane, E-rating, for @yearoftheotpevent's August prompt "au of your choice"

Summary: No one has ever been able to rival Buffy. Until another young dancer, Faith, joins the Los Angeles Ballet Academy.

[thoughtsofahouseplant]

Spike takes a drink and focuses hard on the slight burn of whiskey on his tongue. Buffy runs her thumb over the fresh holes in Spike's jeans. Tonight he’ll peel himself out of them and wrap his body around hers and hopefully by then her hand will have stopped shaking. Neither of them speak. “So.” Hank looks back and forth between Spike and Buffy like he's performing an inspection they're probably not going to pass. “Are you still getting the checks I send on your birthday?”

Buffy and Spike meet Hank Summers for drinks in downtown San Francisco. Inspired by "Thumbs" by Lucy Dacus.

[ofstormsandwolves]

🌧️

btvs

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

This is from a Tabula Rasa rewrite/ reworking where Giles tracks Buffy down before leaving. Not sure where I'm going with it right now, but I think it's appropriately angsty for this meme:

“So this is you helping me, then?”

Her tone was still bitter, and Giles briefly wondered if he would ever hear it any other way again. After all, she had a lot of resentment and anger to work through, and a Slayer’s lifespan was short. Buffy had defied the odds by being saved by friends twice, and a third time might not be on the cards. The thought made Giles feel quite ill.

“This is me trying to help you,” he admitted after a moment, “although I’m not quite sure that’s what I’m doing. In fact, I rather seem to be making things worse.”

Buffy said nothing, instead choosing to stare into her soda, and he eyed her warily as he sipped his own drink. Several long moments passed, and Giles was just about to give up and leave when she spoke again.

“You know, just once, I’d like a guy to not walk away from me.” Her voice was quiet, tinged with pain as she spoke, and then she seemed to take a moment. “I mean, my dad, Angel, Riley... You.” She looked to him then. “I must really suck to be around, huh?”

“Buffy,” Giles sighed then. “You don’t... Suck, as you so eloquently put it.”

“Don’t I?” she countered with a frown, annoyance beginning to show. “Because from where I’m sitting, it has to be the only explanation. My dad stopped showing up before I was eighteen, and besides from the odd phone call when he remembers he has daughters, we don’t hear from him. Angel walked out on me, supposedly because it was the ‘right thing to do’. Riley left in a damn helicopter after getting annoyed at me apparently cutting myself off from others. And now you...” She shook her head. “You seem dead set on doing the same thing as all of them.”

“And what’s that?”

“Abandoning me.”

Giles let out a small huff at that, and considered his next words carefully. “Buffy... I am not abandoning you. It is not my intention... I could never abandon you. But you have been relying on me too much. I cannot bear all your burdens for you-”

“Which burdens would those be?” she interrupted then, anger bubbling over. “My sacred calling that has gotten my killed twice only my friends won’t let me stay dead? Or parenting my baby sister now our mom’s gone and our dad’s nowhere to be found? I’m sorry my life is such a burden to you, Giles!”

[storm-and-starlight]

Fics that Rewired my Brain a Little Bit

A rec list containing the fics that changed how I think about writing, changed how I think about the world, changed how I think about myself, or just changed something unknowably but profoundly. (I make no promises as to the quality or to the fandoms since I am a trash goblin, but these are the fics that changed me.) (also fair warning, I am also an angst gremlin and so the majority of these fics will be extremely sad)

Time v.3.0 by Teyke -- Doctor Who The only fic I've ever come across that manages to convey what a Time War must have really been like.

No Such Liberty by Xparrot -- MCU, focusing on the Thor movies The best depiction of Asgard that I've ever seen, one of the best Thor & Loki relationships that I've ever seen (such gorgeously complicated sibling interactions), and this is how the MCU really should have ended.

Missing an Angel by Fantismal -- Supernatural The main fic in this series is called A History of Heaven as Understood by the Archangel Gabriel, and that is exactly what it is -- a history of Heaven, set in Supernatural canon, detailing the initial glory days and eventual decline all the way up to the events of the show.

Four Deaths at a Funeral by shiphitsthefan-- Supernatural (mostly) In which four Deaths encounter each other at the end of Season 10, when Death (SPN edition) is killed.

The Winchester Casualties by shiphitsthefan -- Supernatural The ghosts of various people killed by (or killed as a direct result of) the Winchester brother's actions encounter each other and have a bit of a bitch session. It's great.

and yet so far from death by SummerFrost -- The Witcher (netflix version) The only ghostfic that matters. This fic is, ostensibly, a love story with a happy ending -- it hurts like nothing else I've ever read, and yet it's still such a sweet thing.

ask me tomorrow by Emamel -- The Witcher (netflix version) In which Geralt and Jaskier live in opposite directions to one another -- Geralt's future is Jaskier's past.

Silver and Copper by Heronfem -- The Witcher (netflix version) I don't know how to describe this one, besides saying that it's a dark and strange and strangely lovely mystery about unraveling a curse and unearthing old wrongs and old blood, and also MIND THE FUCKING TAGS. Seriously. Don't go into this fic without reading them, but if you're up for it I promise it's worth it. (Also it's written by a friend, so give it some love.)

After Tedd Deireádh by EskelChopChop -- The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt (games version) A story detailing Eskel and Yennefer after the bad ending of The Witcher 3 game. Another angsty offering here, but really just. so good.

nothing safe is worth the drive (follow you home) by SummerFrost -- Buffy the Vampire Slayer I've never even seen BVTS and this fic still changed my life -- apparently it's a fic where they actually go on the Glory-avoiding roadtrip? And it's wonderful and funny and sad and it hurts and it's full of life and it's... a roadtrip fic, and there's nothing else like it.

Send us a Blindfold, Send us a Blade by Trinary -- Transformers IDW1 The only fic I've ever seen with that deals with the end of MTMTE and the fact that there is an entirely new Cybertron just hanging out alongside the remnants of the old one, and also it's just... the nostalgia in this is like nothing I've ever seen. It really, really manages to capture the change in things over the course of the war, from the hopeful revolution of the beginning to the grinding slog of four million years later, and Starscream's place in all of it.

Mankind Should Have Been My Business by DesdemonaKaylose -- Transformers IDW1 The summary is "A list of mechanisms whom Megatron has loved", and that's really all it is, but also I cannot stop thinking about this sort-of-a-fic, sort-of-a-poem.

the only thing left out in the light by buttface -- Transformers IDW1 (specifically MTMTE/LL) You'll probably need to know MTMTE canon to understand this one, but it deals with the alternate Lost Light where Rodimus died fighting the sparkeater, and Drift's reaction to it. One of the best Drift character studies I've ever read.

the triumph of time by oriflamme -- Transformers IDW1 The end of the original run of IDW Transformers comics, redone feat. WAY more Titans, way more plot, way more mythology, the Quintessons, and poetry. One of those fics series where the only word to describe it is "epic", in every single sense of the word.

Victory Condition by astolat -- Transformers G1 Look. I've talked about this fic so much on this blog. I don't have anything new to say here except that of all the fics on this rec list, this is the one that rewrote my brain the most.

[twelverriver]

just posted today’s free choice fic!!! check it out on ao3 <3 

[mistystarshine]

burn you down (to dust and bone)

Cordelia wrinkled her nose. "Sounds like a bad joke," she muttered, glancing down at her feet. She looked back up not a second later, a hint of urgency glimmering in his eyes. "The chip's still working, right? You're not here to... you know... bite people?"

Angelus raised an eyebrow. You're only thinking about that now? Out loud, he said, "Believe me, Cordy, if the chip were gone, you'd be one of the first to know."

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Or: In a world where Spike is cursed with a soul and Angelus is captured by the Initiative, a certain private investigation agency gets off to a different start.

[backwvengeance]

For @toyhdgehog for the @buffyversegiftexchange

[rosieposiepie]

Lol so like I have 27 completed chapters of the sequel to this fic that have just been waiting in limbo because i don't want to start posting on ao3 without a beta to look at them first (and also i'm not done yet with the overall narrative but i'm very aware that i won't be done with this for a while) so like.... now accepting applications for that. I care more about someone being unhinged with me about themes and narratives more so than like, grammar. ((Also fyi there is porn in this one so no minors pls)) Message me if you're interested, ig.

[thereideffects]

Buffy x Spike x Faith throuple fic please I need it now

[jupitermelichios]

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Rating: General Audiences Additional Tags: Reunions, outsider pov, Post-Series

Why do people go to class reunions? In our current world of Facebook, Linked In, Twitter and every other permutation from e-mail to iPad, it's possible to stay in touch with people we knew in high school-- and completely avoid those we never wanted to see again. But maybe some memories can only be faced down in person. Frederick I. Iverson explores this in his article on the reunion of the Sunnydale Class of '99. The date is July 26, 2014: This is Talk of the Nation, for NPR.

Bookmarker's Notes:

There really is nothing else quite like this fic, certainly not in this fandom. Honestly, everyone who had a Buffy phase, whether they're in it now or left it a decade ago, should give this fic a try.

[firemanwhenthefloodsrollback]

it’s been a long long old while since I posted on tumblr but I’ve resurfaced from the depths

I wanted to scream into the void that I’ve finally, finally, age nearly 28, been brave enough to start posting fic I wrote on ao3. I’m doing it more for me than for anyone else (not even for my whole audience of two people) but if anyone still follows me and happens to be looking for a little slow burn spuffy in a gothic Oxford university au (set at St Drusilla’s College) or a quick little soulmates willow and Tara, here they are

I heart constructive feedback I am VERY new to showing this to people

But I wanted to post and do something creative within the haze of grad school and I’ve read pretty much every spuffy fic on the internet so here’s something from me :)

Willow and Tara

And the first two chapters of a hopefully one day longer Oxford Spuffy which WILL contain a lot of poetry

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Loss

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~1k, Drusilla/Buffy Summers, T-rating, Canon AU

Summary: Drusilla has a moment of reflection, wanting the taste of the Slayer's blood. Again.

[thoughtsofahouseplant]

“I know how leftovers work, Spike.”

“Then why’re you questioning me?!”

Buffy’s not able to suppress her laughter anymore. “There’s just . . . so much of it.”

Spike gives his—admittedly massive—pot of beef marinara another stir. “Well, yeah. ‘S the principle of the thing. Make a lot of food now so we don’t have to worry about it later.”

“Whoever told you that clearly underestimated your definition of a lot.”

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New fic!! Life between apocalypses, set throughout the first six months of 2012. Loosely inspired by "Leonard Cohen" by Boygenius.

[muffinlance]

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: ACTIVATED

Hey while AO3 is down

Here is a GDrive link to all my downloaded fics (it's OVER 9,000 2,000)

Mostly Avatar, also The Magnus Archives, Danny Phantom, Teen Wolf, and a few others

Mostly unsorted, some not even intentionally downloaded because the auto-downloader I use is Like That, so consider this a glorified "give me a random fic" button

MAKE SURE TO KUDOS THE AUTHORS WHEN AO3 IS BACK UP

>>> Linkie link <<<

Edit: Note that when AO3 comes back up that link will go dead again... until it's needed, once more

EMERGENCY FANFIC PROTOCOLS: DEACTIVATED

...Until next they are needed

If you were going through these for fic recs, check out my AO3 Bookmarks for the more curated list.

To make your own fanfic backups, I recommend AO3 Downloader or FanFicFare. (I'm not tech support for either; please don't message me for help.)

Happy reading!

[britany1997]

Good girl

Spike x Fem Reader

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. Spike just gives brat tamer to me because of season sex six, and with a human I feel like he’d be even more intense (he would love the power imbalance). Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: a little predator/prey, sub/dom dynamics, brat/brat taming, a little pet play, fingering, oral sex, p n v sex, a little blood drinking, a little praise, cream pie

You felt the bass thumping in your chest as you maneuvered through The Bronze’s Friday night crowd.

You reached your table, leaning against it and swirling your drink with a bored sigh. You hated going to the club alone.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a flash of black slip under the staircase. You smirked to yourself, you wouldn’t be alone much longer.

You hummed, grabbing your coat to step outside for “some fresh air.”

You wandered aimlessly, slipping a smoke out of your pocket and lighting it up. You were about to bring it to your lips when you felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you into a firm chest.

Another hand appeared to steal the cigarette out of your grasp. You turned to see Spike bring it to his lips.

He tsked at you, “naughty pet, don’t you know these are bad for your health?”

“They’re not mine,” you smirked, “I just hold ‘em for my boyfriend. But you know, he makes ‘em look so good I had to try.”

“Yeah love? Want to try?” He grasped your chin in his hand before taking a drag. “Open up pet.”

Your lips parted and his mouth enveloped yours in a possessive kiss. He exhaled, filling your mouth with smoke. When he finished, he released you, but not without nipping at your lip. His lip.

“Such a dirty mouth love,” he growled, “think we’d better go wash it out yeah?”

You mock pouted, “well I don’t know, should I go home with a big bad vampire like you?” Your fingers danced up his chest, “isn’t that sort of…dangerous?”

A laugh rumbled through his chest, “not if you’re good.” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “are you a good girl pet?”

You bit your lip, fighting a smile, “oh I’m terrible.”

He pulled back a bit, sighing for show, “don’t worry pet, I can fuck that right out of you.”

Spike led you through the opening of his cave before grabbing a pillow and throwing it to the ground, “for your knees love.”

You huffed a laugh, “how considerate.”

“It is considerate,” he said plainly, “now kneel.”

As you did, you watched him pull a nail file from his bedside table. You snorted. “You’re gonna do your nails?” your eyebrow raised.

He strolled over to you, placing the nail file down next to him as he began to unbuckle his belt with one hand. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he tapped your forehead. “Worry about that nasty ashtray mouth of yours. Say ahh.”

You shivered, “ahh.” He ran one hand through your hair as he finished freeing himself from his jeans with the other. “Good, stay like that.”

He entered your mouth, grabbing the back of your head and pressing you forward to take him. You moaned around him and went to grab his hips, but he slapped your hands away.

“Did I say you could touch?”

You whimpered and let your hands fall, gripping the pillow you were knelt on instead.

“That’s better,” he began to move in a steady rhythm, his cock pushing deeper with every thrust.

After a minute or two, he let his hand fall away from your head and picked up his file. While he fucked your face, he began to file his nails.

Your eyes narrowed.

He thrusted forcefully, causing you to gag a bit. “Good girls don’t scowl,” he scolded.

“Sorry,” you said, the apology muffled by his cock down your throat.

He sighed, “good girls don’t talk with their mouth full.”

You fought the urge to rolls your eyes and hollowed out your cheeks instead. A moan fell from Spike’s lips. “That’s more like it.”

He put down the file and gripped your head again. He began to move it back and forth, sliding your mouth up and down his cock.

“Swallow for me love,” he groaned as he came down your throat.

You obeyed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand when you finished.

Spike smirked, admiring the sight of you kneeling, his cum dripping from your perfect lips.

He reached over to caress your cheek. “Take your clothes off for me, then sit on the bed pet,” he tells you.

You begin to slouch off each article of clothing as slow as humanly possible, teasing your vampire lover. Spike smirks, amused by your antics. He moves to squeeze your bare hip. “Don’t push your luck pet, you were doing so well.”

With feral determination, he rips the rest of your clothes off before pushing you back onto the bed.

You gasp as your core grows slick with wetness. You bite your lip as he kneels in front of you, wedging himself between your knees.

“Say you’re mine,” he orders, his tone coated with lust.

“First, why don’t you tell me why nail care was more important than watching me suck you off,” you teased, giving him the taste of defiance you knew he’d love to snuff out of you.

“Was so I could do this love,” he said as he sunk two fingers into your core. You gasped, tears springing to the corners of your eyes.

Spike smirked as he curled his fingers, searching for the spongey spot inside you. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he brushed against it.

“Think you need more love,” he whispered as he began circling your clit with his thumb. You let out an embarrassingly loud moan.

“That feel good pet? Make you wanna be a good girl for me now?”

You nodded, whimpering, desperate for just a little more.

He leaned in, fingers still stroking deep inside you. “Then tell me you’re mine.”

He’d won and you knew it. “I’m yours,” you moaned.

“My what?”

“Your human.”

“What else,” his fingers sped up as they flicked over your clit, almost vibrating.

“Your pet!” You moaned.

“Good girl,” he growled as he sunk his teeth into your neck.

The pleasure from his fingers and the pain from his teeth pushed you over the edge. You screamed his name as you coated his hand.

Spike pulled back from your neck, licking his lips. He then met your glazed doe eyes as he sucked his fingers clean. “God you’re delicious,” he purred, his mouth slick with a mix of cum and blood.

His eyes softened a bit as he took in the sight of you. Your pouty lips whimpering, your eyes wide, your thighs dripping. You were all his.

“Lay back,” he whispered, and you did without a fight.

He smiled down at you, “see how much fun we can have when you behave?”

You whined.

He huffed a laugh before taking your right ankle in his hands. He brought it to his lips, kissing it softly before slipping it over his shoulder. He did the same to your left.

“You’re perfect,” he praised, “and you’re all mine.”

He pressed into you, splitting you open on his cock, making your back arch in pleasure.

His grey eyes bore into yours with possessive affection as you felt him plunge so deep, you swore he was in your stomach.

You began to roll your hips to meet his thrusts, mewling and writhing in ecstasy from his touch.

Spike fucked you deep with long, slow strokes. He pulled almost all the way out of you, letting his tip bump against your clit, before driving back in.

You screamed, feeling familiar pressure building inside you, “can I…” you trailed off with a moan.

He smiled down at you fondly, “yes pet, you’ve earned it.”

You let out a blissful sigh as you came all over Spike’s cock.

With a few more quick thrusts he was falling over the edge with a low moan.

He gently slipped your legs off his shoulders and placed them down on the bed before laying down next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You smiled, taking his hand and lacing your fingers with his.

He chuckled softly, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. “I’m yours too,” he told you.

You smiled, mock gasping. “Oh yeah? Big bad creature of the night? All mine?”

He smirked, “you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

“No you won’t” you booped his nose.

He rolled his eyes, “No I won’t.”

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