Arrant Nonsense

It's not due until Saturday, but, dangit, I haven't written anything new for nearly two weeks. Maybe not having this hanging over my head will jumpstart the Muse. *crosses fingers*

Title: Survivors' Guilt
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short story (around 3500 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: soundingsea's UnFicathon. Requestor was doyle_sb4 and was from the "Threesome with a Twist" ficathon. Three characters: Spike, Illyria, and Angel. No Wes. Darkfic set after NFA. No non-con or use of the word "childe." Genre: Angst.
Notes: A bit out of my comfort zone, but thought I'd try. Not sure if what came out is what was wanted; it's not real dark and some mention of Wes was unavoidable (hey, more angst!), but the characters wouldn't cooperate--so I thought it better to be true to what I thought they'd actually do rather than force them into a mold they wouldn't fit in.
( Onward to the fic! )

Title: Opportunities Missed And...Not
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Short story (a little over 1000 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: freeversefic. Snippet goes thus:
All the messages
I longed to deliver
smeared on my lips

I had abandoned them
Almost by mistake
my urges muzzled me

Notes: Post-NFA, Spike and Illyria are the only survivors, on the run from Wolfram and Hart's assassins. After almost losing Illyria, Spike realizes something.( clicky for ficcy )

Title: Confusing Conclusions
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13 for language
Length: Short story (over 1000 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: A bunnyfactory request, delineated at the end.
Notes: Post-Origin, pre-Time Bomb.( Read more... )

A/N: The Request:
Characters/Pairings you want the story to focus on: Spike, Fred/Illyria
Characters/Pairings you want in the story too: anything canon in S5 AtS
Things you want: I'd like it to be a fic based around Spike's confused feelings regarding
Illyria/Fred...doesn't matter if it's romantic or friendship or whatever
Things you don’t want: If it's gonna be a relationship/romance fic, Buffy cannot be ignored,
cuz that's just rude, lol. Resolving or including his feelings for Buffy is essential.
Extras: Spike and Wes getting drunk and ranting about Fred/Illyria would be hilarious :D
--BunnyFactory

Not that I'm in a rut or anything...*grin*

Title: Dreamers
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short-short (500-1000 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: The Illyria dream fic spawned a couple of plot bunnies.
Notes: Another in the ColdComfortVerse. They have bad dreams.( Read more... )

First, some pimpage:

Fred ficathon! Go, sign up. What are you waiting for? scarletangel68, I'm looking right at you.

So, I was poking through the challenges of the various comm's I belong to, and found one I thought would work for another Spillyria ficlet. Of course, for this one, I had to figure out if Illyria actually sleeps or not, but I decided that she does, because after Wes hit her with his ray gun to stop her from blowing up Los Angeles, she would have been weakened (since Hamilton was able to kick her ass, whereas beforehand a battleaxe shattered on her with no visible effect on the shell).

Title: Living in the Now
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Flashfic (under 500 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: firstlines1000 Challenge #30.
Notes: Another post-NFA Spike/Illyria fic. Not that I'm in a rut here, or anything. *grin*

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Dreaming about things that could never be was not easy, Illyria knew. Wesley had never accepted her; even at the end he had wanted the other, the shell. Angel had seen her as a threat, Gunn as a usurper.

Therefore, it was probably well that she had escaped the alley with Spike. He alone, of all of them, had accepted the death of the Burkle persona and moved on. None of them would have deigned to comfort her after she awoke from yet another nightmare wherein she was left alone in this world while the human vermin that inhabited it pointed and stared and laughed. A world where the others had abandoned her not in death, but out of disgust and anger. A world where she was powerless to strike back. A world where the shell gave her accusing looks, where she felt bad because of what she had to do to break through into this dimension.

They would have said it was only proper. She had been a thing of nightmares, and now the nightmares stalked her sleep and left her wakeful and exhausted. Bad dreams were something she could not fight with fists - not to mention that the fact that she had to sleep at all was vexing in and of itself. The Mutari generator had weakened her in more than one way.

She awakened in Spike's arms again, thrashing and screaming, while he stroked her hair and murmured soothing nothings into her ear. The back of her hand connected with his eye before she came to herself, but he didn't react beyond a slight flinch. She shoved him away and composed herself; he lit a cigarette. "'Nother nightmare, pet?"

She growled. "Do not call me that. Impudent half-breed."

"Saucy wench." He flicked the ash off his smoke. "I miss them too."

She looked away. "I did not think it would be thus. Their going should not have left such a...hole. I am Illyria, God-King of the Primordium. I have no need of mortal companionship."

"Good thing I'm not mortal, then. In a manner of speaking, anyway." He cocked a sardonic eyebrow and took another drag.

She smacked him, but not hard. "Is it time for a patrol? I wish to go hit things that are not you."

"Sun's been down a couple of hours. Suppose we can head out."

"I would enjoy that."

She could no longer control time and space. Desiring to change the past would do no good. The future stretched ahead of her and Spike like a long, dark tunnel with noise and pain and death at the end. How long would they be able to elude the assassins of the Wolf, the Ram, and the Hart? She did not know.

For now, she would live in the moment with her half-breed. It seemed to work for him.

The End

Here it is...
Honestly, I'd adore some concrit on this. Like I keep saying, it's self-indulgent, but I'd like it to be good and self-indulgent rather than crap and self-indulgent.

Title: Perplexing Sentiments
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, and blood
Length: Short story (a little over 2200 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for: It's all about me this time, baby.
Notes: Shameless Spillyria H/C. About two months post-NFA, and completely self-indulgent. You've been warned. ( Read more... )

Title: Gift
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short story
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Notes: Christmas Day, Spike gives Illyria a gift. She decides she needs to reciprocate-- and brings him a surprise. Post-NFA, Spike and Illyria the only survivors, and on the run from the Senior Partners. Kinda angsty.
( Chapter One: Illyria's Gift )