#posting on elysian fields and ao3

[elysianholly]

When I bind this fic, this is gonna be the cover. I am so fucking in love with it.

Two pathetic lovers from spuffy «Masquerade» by @elysianholly

Randi Joan Pratt.

«a bloody neon sign flashing I am Buffy Summers in his face»

im dying 😅

[userslayer]

part 2 of my favorite spuffy fics!

here is the first post.

most of these contain smut, all completed, some from ao3 others from elysian fields, some oneshots others multichapter, all happy/hopeful endings, nothing too angsty or dark unless stated!

elysian fields:

What Happens In Quarantine... by bewildered

s4 spuffy stuck together in quarantine! very smutty, beautiful slow burn. a lot of shakespeare

I Fought the World for Your Hand (Give My New Body a Chance) by williamthebloodied

established spuffy, buffy dresses up for spike and he more than appreciates it by going down on her, pretty emotional

Embers by Dusty

spuffy + angel threesome. hear me out! established spuffy, very hot and emotional smut, delves into spike/buffy, spike/angel, buffy/angel in such a beautiful way it just strengthens spuffy

Drive by Holly

insanely good. s4 vampire!buffy gets excluded from everything she has always known as a human, so all she has is spike, who still sees her as buffy. roadtrip! hot smut! well-developed relationship

A Love Like Ours by Holly

s6 where a confused buffy slowly opens up to spike and sees that he truly loves her in one eventful night

Treat, Please by EffulgentEllie

s7 halloween, buffy enjoys some time alone until spike knocks on her door and she offers him a smutty treat

Hush Now by MillennialCryBaby

no plot just hot sex, set after something blue during hush as spike makes sure to return the favor

Dare by simmony

s7 spike thinks he should leave town to avoid being used by the first, buffy confronts him about it ensuing a night of talk about forgiveness, killing vamps and cemetery sex

Snap Dragon by MillennialCryBaby

holiday fic 🎁 with morning sex and poems

Christmas Eve by Dusty

holiday fic 🎁 stablished spuffy having hot sex in the kitchen

Slay Bells by Eowyn315

holiday fic 🎁 super interesting monster of the week, scoobies shenanigans, spuffy dating other people who keep pointing out they are actually in love also my fav trope of spike's chip no longer works and no one believes in him except buffy

ao3:

The Taste Of A Heart Beating - Geliot99

sexy kinky period fic because spike is a vampire and he loves buffy, duh

Forty-eight days in LA - Blissymbolics

this is a dark fic with no spuffy ending. s3 spike kidnaps buffy in hopes to win back drusilla, heavy on the mortal enemies, hurt/comfort

Tracks in the Snow - ashcrashed

holiday fic 🎁 domestic fluff, mythical demon in sunnydale and the scoobies. good vibes only

Christmas Date - bewildered

post-series. spuffy slowly find their way back to each other even as they are physically apart, and faith helps

What She Deserves - flootzavut

they bump into each other at a renaissance faire, fight some demons and have hot sex!

Hand in Flightless Hand - tragic_ly

s4, interesting original demon lore, aftermath of something blue, spuffy fighting the good fight together

[elysianholly]

Title: Reclaimed

Summary: Something else died when Buffy jumped. But unlike her, it didn't come back.

Rating: NC-17

Categories: Season 6, Claim

Genres: Drama, HEA/HFN, Hurt/Comfort, Resurrection, Road Trip, Romance, Slow-Burn

Warnings: Abuse, Adult Language, Mental Health Issues, Sexual Situations

Artwork by @deaththekat

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It's finally posting day!

I started writing this story more than a year ago. It is complete at 11 chapters and will be updated weekly. I’m also only posting it on Elysian Fields; I love my AO3 readers to death, but this fic might be the most critical I’ve ever been of Angel (which, depending on who you ask, is saying something), and I’m reluctant to share it in non-Spuffy spaces.   A few things: this is a claim fic, but it’s not like any claim fic I’ve ever written. The inspiration comes from a fan theory I stumbled upon once, though I can’t tell you who posited it or when, if it was during my first iteration in fandom or since I came back. All I know is it stuck with me until I decided I needed to explore it. Credit to whoever came up with that, though. I wish I’d done a better job of recording things.   Also, if you’re a fan of claims, this might not be the fic for you. In my past life, I was known for writing claims in every fic, whether or not it made sense for the plot. I am very fond of those stories and claims in general, but it’s not something that has cropped into anything I’ve started since 2017, and that’s because they don’t appeal to me the way they once did. I introduce new lore in this fic about what claims are, how they’re formed, and their effects, and pretty much all of it is unflattering. So again, if claims are your jam, proceed with caution. The intent is not to bash claims at all (again, I am very fond of them, even if that fondness has changed), but explore other ways the fanon lore could be used in Buffyverse.

Chapter 1: This Strange Estrangement

[ao3feed-jonmartin]

elysian fields

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5Ze6pit by MagentaBean “-on? Jon? Jon, can you hear me? Jon? Shit- shitshitshitshitshit- HELLO! HELP! CAN SOMEBODY- A-ANYBODY, HELP, PLEASE- It's okay, Jon, I've got you, you're going to be okay, I'm right her-” The voice was very loud and he didn't understand what any of those words meant, so he decided to stop listening. --- Post-MAG 200, Jon and Martin wake up somewhere else. But Jon's lost his memory, and Martin is left to pick up the pieces. Words: 1035, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Amnesia, Post-Canon, Location: Somewhere Else (The Magnus Archives), Recovery, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fluff and Angst, POV Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Unreliable Narrator, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, beta read by my mom lmao read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5Ze6pit

[vaseoflilies]

Elysian Fields Chapter 2: Forget It

warning: nothing too intense a/n: this is cross posted on AO3 if you're interested!!

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This time, you awoke screaming.  

Your leg felt like it was on fire, and while your mind was clearer, your body ached. The sight of your pale, tear-stained face in the large mirror in front of you scared you. Where were you? What happened? Why did everything hurt? Should you try to leave? No, you needed to leave.

Nothing in the room stood out except for the expensive-looking shoji doors and the IV stand, from which two bags of saline were hanging. The floor appeared to be hardwood, but there were a few red stains near the entrance. As you looked around, the doors slid open. You haphazardly grabbed your thigh in pain, making whimpering noises so pathetic that you couldn’t believe they were coming from you.

You felt a wave of fear when a person walked in - a diminutive woman wearing a familiar blue kimono. “I’m not going to hurt you,” she muttered, her voice as soft as a whisper. She gently closed the doors behind her and approached your side. “You’re safe. Everything is okay. Do you remember what happened?”

Her words brought a slight calm over you. However, your leg didn’t share the sentiment. “Fuck,” you groaned, clawing at the blanket with your newly manicured nails. When did that happen? “Why is it burning so badly?”

Her eyebrows rose, and she quickly moved to remove the blanket covering your leg. “My apologies,” she said, bowing slightly as she began to readjust your bandages. “The doctor tied them quite tight when she changed them earlier. How does it feel now?”

The pain decreased dramatically. “Thank you,” you managed to cough out, prompting her to bring a glass of water from the bedside to your lips. “Who are you? Where am I?”

She gave you a soft smile and gently brushed the wisps of hair from your face. Oddly enough, you let her. “You’re safe,” she reassured you. She helped you sit up slightly and took the braid out of your hair. You eyed her carefully in the mirror. “You have been rescued and are now in the hospital. I am your nurse, Jun.”

Rescued? Surprisingly, you couldn’t recall much about how you ended up here in the first place. “What happened?” Your brow furrowed as you contemplated the situation and examined your leg. “I was injured, wasn’t I?”

You only had a vague sense of your identity. 

You could still remember your family, your childhood village, and your name. A few familiar faces caught your eye, but you couldn’t associate them with their names. You remembered the sensation of mud in the rain and a burning rage. There was a flash of memory of you waking up for the first time and slapping Jun’s hand away. Beyond that, you were lost.

“Yes,” she slowly nodded, finishing the braid. “You’re very lucky to be alive right now.”

Taking a sharp breath, you said, “Just give it to me straight.” You crossed your hands on your lap, bracing yourself for the worst. “Tell me what happened.”

She moved to the corner of the room, where a large brass bell sat. “That’s not my place,” she said, picking up the bell and ringing it. You winced at the loud sound. “I’m just your nurse.”

Shortly after, an elderly woman with flecks of gray hair appeared. She was dressed in a considerably lighter kimono that bordered on being almost greenish-blue. Her obi was exquisite, featuring floral stitches and cream-colored silk. Despite her beautiful clothing, the woman entered the room with a sour expression, as if she had just eaten something rotten.

“This better be important,” she said to Jun, who bowed and apologized for the interruption. “Ah.”

Her eyes met yours, and she offered a small smile. However, the way her lips moved suggested that it wasn’t genuine, which made you wonder what was wrong. “You’re not planning to remove your IV and dash down the halls, are you?”

Her words helped you piece together some details from the first time you woke up. Nothing hurt except for the itch from the IV, but you remembered feeling almost paralyzed with fear. What had terrified you? Talking to Jun had helped alleviate your fear because she was gentle and seemed trustworthy. But remembering how you felt and not being able to recall why made the fear creep back up like a vine.

“No,” you sighed, lost in thought. “I felt like I was dreaming; I was so out of it. Yet, there was this piercing fear that told me to run.”

With pity in her eyes, Jun took your hand in hers. The woman, who you assumed to be the doctor, pursed her lips and wore a skeptical expression. “Fear, huh?” She adjusted your IV stand and moved over to your wounded thigh. “You may call me Dr. Isha. Now, tell me, what do you remember?”

You winced as she began unwrapping your bandages. You shared your name, your age, and basic details of your life before pausing. “I had to go somewhere, I think. Somewhere important. Somewhere that took me a long time by foot.”

You gasped slightly upon seeing your bandages undone, revealing a large gash running from your knee to your inner thigh. Stitches were woven between the cuts, molding the flesh together. A good part of it had already healed, but a section on the inner thigh looked fresher. “During your fun rendezvous, you broke the stitches,” she grumbled as she took out a thick gel and applied it to the wounds. “You’ve certainly been an interesting patient.”

Jun gave your hand a tighter squeeze at her words. For whatever reason, you liked Jun. Her presence was comforting. Though, in the back of your mind, you felt bad about swatting her hand away in the cafeteria. You made a mental note to apologize later. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” she said as she got out a bandage and began rewrapping your leg. “It’s my fault for not having someone watch you around the clock.”

“Is everything okay, sensei?” Jun asked, choosing her words carefully. “I’ve been practicing in the clinic. If you need me to, I can take it from here.”

“Nonsense,” Dr. Isha began, her tone tense. “My personal feelings will not interfere with my work, understand?”

“Yes, sensei.”

The room was unusually quiet as she worked, except for your winces and slight moans of pain as she tightened the bandages. Why was Dr. Isha so tense with you? What else had you done that made her dislike you? “Did Jun make you aware of your injuries?”

You shook your head as she tied the last bandage.

“You cut your femoral artery and struck your head,” she stated rather bluntly. “You were attacked by a bear in the forest. No wonder you were scared.”

You were not expecting that.

Attacked by a bear? That explains the debilitating fear. But why does it linger? Does it have to do with the injury? Jun gave the doctor a stern look before handing you another glass of water. “What she means to say is that you are very lucky to be alive and we are glad you are here with us today.”

Dr. Isha raised her eyebrows mockingly. “To be blunt, you have been in a coma for several months.” Jun patted you on the back as you choked on the water. “We do not have all of the technology in this hospital, so your case was difficult to manage. You awoke occasionally, if only for a few minutes, aggressive and unable to understand what others were saying.”

You remained silent. What could you even say to that? Jun seemed to understand and rubbed your back soothingly. Just how much have you let yourself go through?

“Where is this hospital anyway?” You attempted to sit more upright, your leg aching. “What area are we in?”

Dr. Isha moved to the IV stand again and began taking your vitals as Jun spoke. “You’re in Paradise now,” she said, giving you a big, dimpled smile. “I think you will be happy here.”

Paradise? You didn’t remember if that was on a map or not. “Is that near Okinawa?”

Dr. Isha laughed loudly as she removed the IV from your arm and applied a bandage. You let out a slight hiss. “We are in the mountains, but do not worry; Paradise can be found even in the harshest climate.”

She smiled sincerely this time, which you found unsettling. “What do you mean?” As she finished checking your vitals and removing your IV, you gently stretched your arms. You felt better, if not hungry. “Are we in…”

“No, we are in Aokigahara.”

“The forest region?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised. That was a rather dangerous forest, if memory serves.

“Yes, Lord Douma experiences the strongest spiritual connection in this region,” she said, her voice higher-pitched than usual and her features softening. Was she blushing? “Since Lord Douma personally saved you, you have been accepted as a new member; normally, we do not accept new members during the summer.”

Jun helped you sit completely upright, to which she praised you for your strength even though you’d been comatose. “I’m sorry but I need to go.” Dr. Isha’s face fell at your words. “I feel like there is something crucial waiting for me at home…” You trailed off.

You couldn’t remember what it was. 

What was so important that it had you traveling? What did you forget? “I understand, but you are still recovering,” Dr. Isha began, as she wrapped up the trash and discarded it in the bin underneath your bedside table. “Our founder will be arriving shortly. Jun, I expect this place to be tidy and the guest to be dressed before our arrival. Take care.”

As Dr. Isha’s words echoed in the room, you were left alone with Jun. Her comforting presence was a stark contrast to the cold, clinical demeanor of the doctor. However, you weren’t upset with the doctor. A part of you empathized with her. After all, if you were a doctor, you wouldn’t even know the first thing to do about someone ripping out their IV and wandering through the hall. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder, what else had made her seem angry with you?

“Jun?” you began, watching the petite woman busily organizing medical equipment. “Why doesn’t Dr. Isha seem to like me very much?”

She stood up, made eye contact, and continued her work before responding. “Dr. Isha has been here the longest out of everyone,” she explained, grabbing some glass cleaner and beginning to clean the already spotless mirror. “She was Lord Douma’s advisor for many years until your arrival. She was demoted a few days after you caused that scene in the cafeteria.” Her words hung in the air, adding a new layer of complexity to your situation.

Wow. Another thing you did not expect. You’d always been known for being a bit difficult to care for, but thinking back, who was it that told you that in the first place? A voice hidden in the mist of your mind spoke, “Even when injured, you and your brother are still as difficult as always.” The voice echoed in your mind—a ghost from the past. It was familiar, yet distant. You racked your brain, trying to place the voice, but it was like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.

You perked up. Whose voice was that? What memory was that from? You saw fields of sunflowers and hyottoko masks and smelled the familiar scent of something burning. What was this? 

“Jun,” you began, your voice barely above a whisper as you placed your head in your hands. “What’s wrong with my head? Small fragments of memories come back to me, but I can’t piece them all together.”

Having finished with the cleaning, Jun moved closer. “Memory is a tricky, funny thing,” she said softly. “You were injured; please remember that. I wish we knew everything we possibly could, but Dr. Isha believes your memories will return with time. Won’t you stay so we can help?”

She had a point. 

Logically, you knew wandering about in the middle of the forest, especially in your current condition, was not the wisest decision. You were certain you were familiar with forests, but you didn’t know if you’d ever been to Aokigahara. Being lost while wounded sounded far worse than being cared for, hydrated, clothed, and fed.

“Alright,” you finally conceded, sinking back into the bed. “I’ll stay… for now. But you do need to explain what being a member means.” Jun’s face lit up at your words, and for the first time since you woke up, you felt a small sense of relief for making a decision.

This was the right one. Right?

[threewaywithdelusion]

Tagged by @dodger-chan. Thanks! This was fun! If anyone wants to do it, I'm tagging you

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

42

2. What is your AO3 word count?

205,076

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things, All For the Game, the Raven Cycle, the Shadowhunter Chronicles, Black Sails, Buffy, and whatever my current obsession is at any given time.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Promises (AFTG)

A Yes Isn’t Always a Yes (AFTG)

You Me Her (Stranger Things)

No Assholes in the Car (Stranger Things)

Chance Encounters (Raven Cycle & AFTG crossover)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Usually, yes. If I think too much time has passed, then I get embarrassed and don’t.

6. What if the fic you wrote that has the angstiest ending?

spinning (for you) is quite angsty and is about the slow demise of a relationship between Steve/Eddie.

I Know That I Love You, But I’m Still Learning (To Love Myself) is dark throughout and tells the story of the night Ronan ended up in the hospital. TW: suicide attempt

B’s New Vamp is definitely the fic where I’ve gotten the most comments saying the ending killed them, though I think the ending is quite happy (if not for Faith, the POV character).

7. What is the fic you wrote that has the happiest ending?

This question has made me realize I don’t really write happy fics. Maybe In Another Life or You Me Her?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually. One person told me a fic of mine was “the stupidest most far fetched thing ever” even though I tagged for the plot point they didn’t like. They did say I have great writing though, so I’m choosing to take it as a compliment.

9. Do you write smut?

Not that I’ve ever posted. I would write it if it was important for the characters/scene/plot to show the scene in detail.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I’ve written one! It’s an AFTG and Raven Cycle crossover where Ronan and Nicky meet. You can read it here.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, one of my AFTG fics, Promises, had been translated to Russian. I have no clue where to find it, but the translator was nice enough to report back the comments on the Russian version.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. But I had to co-write an essay for class one time and nearly killed my co-writer/friend, so I don’t see that in my future.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

That’s a very hard question to answer. But some of my long-time favorites are Andrew Minyard/Neil Josten, Sydney Sage/Adrian Ivashkov, Buffy Summers/Spike, and Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood. A niche one that had a chokehold on me is Karma/Amy from Faking It.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have three incomplete WIPs posted, so hopefully one of those. I’ve also been working on a Malec time travel fic for about 8 years at this point because I’m stuck on one particular scene, so it would be nice to get past that one of these days.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think my short fics are my best work. Usually they cook in my head for a few days, then come out all at once at four in the morning with tight writing and cohesive themes.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long fics are definitely a weakness of mine. Also dialogue and fight scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in the fic?

I am guilty of doing this, but find it annoying when it’s long blocks of dialogue with no context clues to decipher what’s happening.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fics I published were Buffy fanfics on Dark Solace Elysian Fields. I’m almost certain I scribbled fanfic in my high school notebooks, but I don’t remember what fandoms they were for.

20. Favorite fics you’ve published?

It’s like picking my favorite child. But I do love some of my children better than others.

I’m most proud of my ability to imitate a character’s voice in B’s New Vamp (which also features possible the worst fic summary I’ve ever written).

A Yes Isn’t Always a Yes is the fic I’m probably most proud of overall, especially because of the sensitive subject matter and the lovely comments that some people who related to it left.

[evilwickedme]

Hi! It’s the anon from before with the spuffy fics! I wanted to reconfigure my recommendations bc I did give more shorter fun-to-read crack-ish fics instead of the longer character forward ones you were looking for (I do still stand by them but I’m realizing that I got them from all over the place - ff.net, ao3, Elysian Fields, etc - which sorry about that btw).

Okay first off, where you can find the previous fics! Cursed by Sunalso (ao3, EF), So Mote It Be by Ultrawoman (ff.net), A Pirates Life for Me by Addie Logan (ff.net, EF, spikeluver.com), and Spikes Demon vs. Pants (just EF I think sorry about that). (Also there are probably other archives and blogs that have these fics I just don’t know them all)

Now the Revised List (sticking to Ao3):

- What Lies Within - cawthraven (E - Dracula makes Buffy question her nature as a slayer, and Buffy goes to Spike for answers)

- Til the End of the World - someryn (M - Spike gets his soul after Buffy sacrifices herself so he can properly take care of Dawn while she’s gone)

- Fixing the Factors by ImmortallySpuffy - (posted by) maryperk (Not Rated/ Adult Only) Spike and Buffy experience a Groundhog Day scenario for the episode ‘The Yoko Factor,’ repeating the same day over and over)

-Cursed by sunalso (again) (M - this rec still holds for your pref and I really love sunalso’s work)

Hey my love come off anon so we can run off together for real

[reallyreal-madeingold]

Intro/Pinned Post

Remaking my pinned post/intro post because... it need an update!

Hi! I'm Harlow, any pronouns, adult.

My main fandom is the Buffyverse and I'm a multishipper. I guess my main ship is kinda Spike/Angel? But I have so many ships.

This is my main blog. Mostly writing talk and shitposting. Also cats.

My sideblogs

Fandom/shipping sideblog: @spangelmybeloved

Riley/Briley/Spriley/Rangel/Whatever fandom sideblog: @riley-summers

Where I reblog gifsets of Riley sometimes: @riley-finn-daily

Whump sideblog: @whump-in-the-night (also @harlows-whump-stuff but that blog broke so I don't use it anymore).

Buffyverse rarepair writing group I run: @otherworldlychemistry

That's about it of my relevant sideblogs!

Where my writing is:

AO3 | Sunnydale After Dark | Elysian Fields | Twisting the Hellmouth | Chosen Two

(Note: I'm not active on Elysian Fields anymore-- I think all the stories I have archived there can also be found on Sunnydale After Dark, and I rarely write crossovers so I'm not really active on Twisting the Hellmouth. I also don't have much on Chosen Two yet.)

[disco-tea]

the broken gates of kingdom come:

Chapter 3 ~ Post-Mortem Depression II

AO3:

Elysian Fields

Description: This chapter features Buffy disassociating, the Summer’s home being haunted, gut wrenching angst, Spike still getting harassed about lava lamps, one beheading, and a brief return of frying pan Dawn!

[buffydataviz]

Tutorial for basic data on AO3 Top Ships

Earlier (while researching the BTVS Goncharov Index) I stumbled across the fact that Giles x Buffy is now #3 on the ship list for number of AO3 works! This is a change from before, the old top 5 in order were Spuffy, Spander, Bangel, Tillow, and Fuffy. I wanted to check the ranking of BTVS ships.

Ignoring the crossover effect (which is not too bad for BTVS ships), there is a very easy way to check what are the top ships on AO3. If you don't know how to do this, keep reading for simple directions and screenshots. I'll do another post with the Top 20+ ship results!

Pick your fandom on AO3, in this case "Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)." You want the screen that lists all the works. Today there are 38K works for BTVS (TV). It looks like this:

(The default is sorted by Date Updated. Don't get distracted from your research by the new-to-you fic! Research!)

2. On the right hand side, under the Include section, click on the triangle by Relationships to expand it. It will show the top 10 ships. Next to each ship in parenthesis is the number of works.

3. Let's say you are bored by the top 5 (or 10) and want to dig into the even more rare ships. This is when the Exclude section is helpful. The Exclude section is under the Include section. Scroll down to it, expand the Relationships. Now click on the X, it will turn red once you exclude that ship. In the image I've excluded the top 4. Once you are done, click on Sort and Filter back up at the top.

4. The number of works will drop dramatically. Excluding the top 10 ships I end up with 22K works. Repeat the second step to expand the Relationships. You will find a new batch of 10 ships!

If you want to dig in on AO3 data, Destination Toast has a detailed tutorial that gets into more advanced stuff. I highly recommend it!

If you have a burning interest in non-Buffy fandom stats, but don't want to do the work yourself, you could nicely ask phantom statistician for some results. (You may have to wait a while, there's a long list of requests.) There is already a lot posted, so perhaps your question is already answered there. (She can use both AO3 and FFN as data sources.)

Shout out to Phantom Statistician who created the original pie chart of top ships in BTVS back in 2020, which is how I knew what the previous top 5 ships were.

And I know I've said it before, but while using AO3 data is easy, it does not include all fanworks, or even all fanfic for BTVS. Since Buffy went off the air before AO3 started, lots of works are on other websites and/or lost.

Also Elysian Fields is a huge long-standing Spuffy-only fanfic site, so focusing only on AO3 undercounts the amount of Spuffy fanworks. Even with that undercounting, Spuffy is still the number one BTVS ship on AO3.

[the-elusive-soleil]

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I don't know how necessary one of these is, but figured I should do it anyway...

Hi there! I'm Soleil; I post my writing and reblog things pertaining to cats, storytelling, and mostly whatever fandom I'm currently fixated on. Currently (12/'23) this is Silmarillion, but that could change.

Most of my writing posts are tagged #soleil writes things; ones that are fanfiction are also tagged #refracted (fanfiction).

I have an AO3! The most recent stuff is Silmarillion; there are a few Hobbit pieces and a couple of Jurassic Park outliers (Ian/Ellie) on there, too.

My original fiction, the fantasy serial Shadow of the Dragons, is available for free on Tapas - contains cat people, criminal hijinks, found family, and slow-burn interspecies romance!

Aaaaand I haven't been posting as much there lately, but I also have BtVS writing on Elysian Fields!

The social aspect of social media is an ongoing learning curve for me, but I'm always happy to interact with cool people who are fascinated by the same stuff I am, whatever that looks like!

[raisinghellonstarbug]

This might interest some of you L.A. Noire fans...

I wrote a mini fanfic that is an alternate version of a cut scene in the game. Imagine this: what if Roy had approached Cole differently about the Elysian Fields case? How might the conversation have gone instead?

Plot outline: Roy warns Cole to stay away from Elysian Fields, but not in a manner that Cole expects. Roy might have a sincerity in his intent that Cole can't quite fully comprehend.

The link to the Ao3 post is here:

Hope this will enjoyable to read and leave a review to let me know what you think 😊

[likeiknoworsmthin]

I did this for a fic and then didn't need it at the end it has a lot of HCs, but kinda like it, so... To Tumblr it goes because I'm not making a whole AO3 post for this.

To wait to prove herself worthy before her people and her mothers —just for a single chance to show she was an Amazon like the rest and not just a clay doll.

To wait in the cold darkness and shame for her mother to fulfill her duty as queen and cast her out from the only home she had ever known.

To wait while the high command debated whether she was truly a living, thinking being or not, whether she should be treated as a woman or not... and never knew which was worse.

To wait and see if the new squad she’d been assigned to wasn’t, once again, formed by pigs in human skin, who believed they had rights over women —over Diana, just for being male.

To wait for the fire to stop, so she could try to find her comrades consumed by the flames of war. Praying to the goddesses, praying to anything that might still offer a sliver of hope.

To wait in a bleak hospital room for a doctor to confirm the bomb had taken too much of Steve, and that now he was on his way to the Elysian Fields.

To wait until the pain doesn't hurt that much, and becomes a dull, tired echo that lingers in her heart until everything almost feels normal again.

To wait for yet another senseless, gloryless battle to end — just to march into the next one.

To wait for that sweet girl, who saw her as an older sister, to be shown the mercy the goddesses had denied Diana. And hope for her sisters and mothers to receive the girl with kindness.

To wait for the contract that bound her to this never ending senseless conflict and degrading violence to finally expire.

To wait, hoping that if she just kept moving forward in this strange world — if she kept telling herself she wasn’t chained — maybe she would find somewhere to belong.

To wait, against all odds, for her lover to show up to the promised meeting. For him not to shatter her illusions and the heart of her other lover yet again, and to, for once, at least pretend that their love was one of his priorities.

To wait…

To wait for the day to come when she no longer had to wait for the next blow to land like the divine punishment it probably is meant to be.

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Elysian Fields Forever

Elysian Fields Forever https://ift.tt/XJocELA by Bea42 This is an attempt to rewrite the very end of Supernatural, because whatever that was, it wasn't my canon. For now I am ignoring the henious way in which the writers chose to kill Dean Winchester (that rusty nail has much to answer for) and instead this is the idea of what Dean's heaven really looked like - but something is wrong. Dean finally makes it to the other side, everything is as it should be in eternal paradise. Except the infuriating little worry at the back of his brain that he has forgotten something, or someone... Words: 656, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (Supernatural), Eileen Leahy, Castiel (Supernatural), Karen Singer, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle, Baby - Character, John Winchester, Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Charlie Bradbury, Mary Winchester, Missouri Moseley Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Additional Tags: POV Dean Winchester, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Angst, Heaven, Post-Season/Series 15, Spoilers, Teen Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Future, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Bad Parent John Winchester via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/J0l9Rdy July 18, 2023 at 02:32PM

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elysian fields

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5Ze6pit by MagentaBean “-on? Jon? Jon, can you hear me? Jon? Shit- shitshitshitshitshit- HELLO! HELP! CAN SOMEBODY- A-ANYBODY, HELP, PLEASE- It's okay, Jon, I've got you, you're going to be okay, I'm right her-” The voice was very loud and he didn't understand what any of those words meant, so he decided to stop listening. --- Post-MAG 200, Jon and Martin wake up somewhere else. But Jon's lost his memory, and Martin is left to pick up the pieces. Words: 1035, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Amnesia, Post-Canon, Location: Somewhere Else (The Magnus Archives), Recovery, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Fluff and Angst, POV Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Unreliable Narrator, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, beta read by my mom lmao read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5Ze6pit

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Elysian Fields Chapter 1: New Fit

warnings: general injury an: this is cross posted on ao3. lemme know what you think!

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White.

It was such a pure color. One devoid of all pigment, all blemishes, but held the symbolism of purity and innocence. But among the world of colors, it was a true imposter.

After all, white is all that you see when you mix the wavelengths of light together. It was quite a sad color, you thought. All white was a combination of red, green, and blue light to create a pigment of nothingness. Essentially, that is what white is: nothing. Nothing but everything at once. A mixture of multiple things, never to have an identity of its own.

That’s what made your hospital gown so off-putting at first. 

You were not sure if you were drawing random philosophical conclusions about the color white because, in some ways, you were completely out of it and did not recognize where you were, but you felt a deep sense of fear in your chest.

It was off-putting, to say the least. Your eyelids began fluttering rapidly, your eyes darting around the room and ultimately landing on what you were wearing. Great, you thought; you weren’t dreaming. You were indeed wearing white. A rather thick hospital gown was tied around your body but was hitched up far enough on your right thigh for you to see the layers of bandaging tied around it. 

The cotton was a pure white, with no red in sight, which made you sigh in relief. Even in your daze, you knew well enough what it meant to be injured and the different stages of healing. If no red was seeping through the bandage and you weren’t in any pain, that was a good sign, right?

But does pain equate to itching? Or is that just general discomfort?

Plastic tubing was embedded into the crevice of your left arm until it met the IV stand, which supported several bags of clear and milky white liquid. You squinted your eyes, but the dim light and your blurry, dream-like state prevented you from seeing a single word on the plastic of the drugs coursing through your body.

“Hello?” Your scratchy voice croaked out, which immediately turned into a fit of coughing. “Somebody, help.”

There was another person in the hospital ward, amidst the sea of empty cots. But you quickly realized he was either unconscious or asleep and much worse off than you were. He was shirtless, with large bandages wrapped around his entire chest, and both of his arms were connected to the same machine that you were. Besides him, there was no one else.

You felt utterly alone, confused, and petrified.

Without realizing it, you zoned out, staring above at the orange flickering light that was so dim you wondered if it was a candle. Your hand rested above where the IV was placed, unconsciously scratching it until the tape was ripped off and a thick dot of blood grew where it had been placed. Yet, you felt nothing. 

You swung both your legs out of your cot and latched onto the IV pole for support before standing. Fuck, you thought. Your vision was so spotty when you stood up and you couldn’t stop shaking. What was this? Where were you? Why do you feel the need to run? Did you go unconscious and terrified and wake up this way?

Whatever the reason, you stepped forward, hobbling slightly as you latched onto the IV stand for support. You weren’t wearing socks, you realized. And with every step towards the shoji doors, the creaking of the hardwood floors made you feel even more disoriented.

A small mirror hung on one of the cream-colored walls. Looking at yourself made your heart race even more because of how odd you appeared. Through spotty vision, you noticed how impeccably clean you were. Your hair was brushed and neatly braided in the back and besides the drops of blood leaving your arm, you were spotless.

Looking back, the IV left small drops of liquid and blood on the floor as it tailed behind you as you walked. If you were not so out of it, you would be embarrassed by the mess you made in the few minutes you were awake, but you needed to get help. Now.

Shuffling into the hallway, you were met with a pristine stillness. The only sounds were your footsteps and the squeak of the IV stand's wheels. The lighting was so low, as in the hospital ward, that it appeared to be candlelight. Though, about thirty or so steps forward, you were met with a set of solid doors and the sounds of someone lecturing.

Safety in numbers, an unconscious voice kept calling out to you. 

Leave this place.

Run, it said, the volume increasing in the back of your mind. Be anywhere but here.

Pushing the door open, you were met with a sudden, steep staircase and hundreds of pairs of eyes. You must have been high on painkillers because you did not feel anything as you fell and skidded your injured leg against the stone steps. You were so messed up; you could almost laugh. Nothing hurt, and everything seemed like a dream, but your body still told you to get up and run.

The others around you appeared to be reacting, but you could not make out a single word they said. The other white-clad wearers' mouths appeared to be shrieking, but you could barely hear what they said. A woman in a blue kimono dashed towards you and grabbed your thigh with her hands, pressing down.

Looking down, the once cotton-white bandage was stained red. Shit. Your eyes widened in shock, and your breaths increased in speed as a crowd formed around you. Someone assisted in getting the IV stand upright, while another picked up the tubing from the ground and tucked it into the stand.

“I’m fine.” You slurred and slapped the hand of the woman wearing the silken blue kimono. “Get me out of here.”

Ignoring your words, a few white-clad people attempted to stand you up and press towels against your thigh, while the majority covered their mouths with their hands and sobbed. It was dinnertime, and you pieced things together. This was the cafeteria. Someone was lecturing before they ate and you fell right back into the wolf’s den.

It was just like you to panic and mess everything up.