Slash FanFic: Storys, Links, FanArt und Diskussionen

[Gast]

ok, ich muss zugeben, ich hab noch kein wort dieser fiction gelesen, aber...

sie ist von kayla (die doch 'coming out' geschrieben hat, wenn mich jetzt nicht alles täuscht)

es ist ne hurt/comfort story

und, sie ist fertig geschrieben

also, was will man mehr?


http://www.angelfire.com/nm2/kages/kaylabroken1.html

[Gast]

Tja, nachdem ich das halbe Wochenende im Zug verbracht habe, bin ich überhaupt nicht dazu gekommen zu lesen. Ich brauch echt nen Laptop! Und mehr Zeit wäre auch nicht schlecht. Egal, morgen hab ich wieder im Unterricht im Klassenzimmer der 10ten Klasse. Dort sind die Wände mit Angel-Postern gepflasert
Ach ja, dieses slash-Archiv solltet ihr euch mal anschauen.

www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/stakes.htm

[Gast]

www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/stakes.htm

pointy stakes? heiss!

hast du "a long time" aus dem archiv gelesen? das war irgendwie meine zweite oder dritte slash story und danach war's komplett um mich geschehen... die geschichte ist göttlich!!
http://www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/longtime.html

und die sequal (naja, ein sequal'chen *lol* gibts auch noch)
http://www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/alltime.html

[margie]

Oh jaa A Long Time ich hab die ganze Zeit über geheult. Sie ist sooo traurig aber einfach klasse. Auf Pointy Stakes findet man eh nur gute Fics
Hab grad auch mal diese alt.sex.demon fic gelesen mal ne richtig coole Idee.

Habt ihr schon 'The 12 Days Of Christmas' angefangen zu lesen? Ich werd das jetzt mal machen. Bin gespannt.

[winterblue]

@ Mys: eigentlich wollt ich ja mal zur abwechslung eine witzige fic posten, aber mir fällt jetzt auch keine mehr ein. habt ihr von jackson *divided* gelesen? das ist eine neuversion von *the replacement*, wobei diesmal eben spike und nicht xander von diesem toth geteilt wird und dann ein william und ein dämon-spike rumlaufen. es gibt ein paar sehr lustige szenen und ein paar sehr herzzerreißende. insgesamt sehr schön und hoffentlich gibts bald eine sequel: http://www.biteable.co.uk/jackson/fics/fic.html

sonst könnte ich höchstens noch *mom i'm not gay* empfehlen. die fic entstand aufrgund derselben challange wie kaylas *coming out*, ist auch witzig, aber kommt nicht ganz an kaylas fic rein (rein schreibstilmäßig, find ich jetzt): http://www.geocities.com/tsubame_z/frame.htm
einfach auf stories gehen, dann bei den autoren tienco suchen und die fic finden.

[Gast]

hoffentlich gibts bald eine sequel: http://www.biteable.co.uk/jackson/fics/fic.html

dann nehm ich mal an, dass heisst, die sequal ist noch nicht draussen... *grrr*

sonst könnte ich höchstens noch *mom i'm not gay* empfehlen.
http://www.geocities.com/tsubame_z/frame.htm

genau, das war die zweite zu der challenge die ich mal gesucht habe dankeschön muss aber auch sagen, dass sie nicht so gut ist wie kaylas...
apropos kayla... hab jetzt gestern die ic gelesen, die ich euch empfohlen haben und muss sagen, dass ich enttäuscht bin... geschrieben ist sie super, wirklich, aber es sind so wahnsinnig viele sachen einfach fallen gelassen worden um zu einem (wie mir scheint erzwungenen schnellen) ende zu kommen

[Gast]

*hmmm* ich liebe diese beiden geschichten

http://www.biteable.co.uk/jackson/fics/guy.html
http://www.biteable.co.uk/jackson/fics/here.html

sind recht kurz, ne situation einmal aus xanders POV einmal aus SPikes... total schön

[margie]

Uiuiui Mys du hörst ja gar nimmer auf zu lesen
Hat denn inzwischen jemand diese '12 Days' Weihnachtsfic gelesen? Ich finde sie total klasse. Zwar irgendwie strange und Angel ist fast ein Tick zu brutal, aber trotzdem irgendwie süss.

Und ich hab gestern Nacht endlich mal 'Days of our Unlives' weitergelesen und konnte vor lachen kaum noch. Fand´s nur genial als sie auf dem NOFX Konzert waren. Ich hatte diese Diskussion mit dem MoshPit auch schon mehrmals und die Argumente waren einfach die gleichen. Entweder mag macht das mit und mag es oder eben nicht. Wobei ich mich nie so brutal verletzt hab. Mir hat nur mal einer mit dem Ellenbogen die Brille im Gesicht kaputtgeschlagen. Also einen Bügel abgebrochen. War nicht so schlimm, nur ärgerlich.
Find´s aber auch cool, dass die Fic zwar die meiste Zeit über total lustig ist dann aber doch ernstere Momente hat. Freu mich schon auf´s weiterlesen

[Gast]

Hat denn inzwischen jemand diese '12 Days' Weihnachtsfic gelesen? Ich finde sie total klasse. Zwar irgendwie strange und Angel ist fast ein Tick zu brutal, aber trotzdem irgendwie süss.

ich brauch da nen link, hab nämlich keine ahnung, von was du redest


momentan les ich grad den neuen "domestic piranhas" teil... der is einfach zu geil!

Spike blinked. Blinked again. "Wait, you're
asking me to get naked and rub m'self all over you, and I'm telling the
*truth* about not knowing if I'm too warm or not? Hell, I *must* have a fever."

Aww, dammit. There was absolutely no way he was going to get this
across in one word. Not to a vampire whose IQ was directly dependent on
how many pieces of clothing any other people in the room with him were
wearing. "You're hot."

[Gast]

hilfe, ich kringel mich hier mal wieder im computerraum

"Spike, if I had an electric fan, can you think of one good reason why I
would not have it on and facing me, thereby cooling me down so I'm not so
miserable I don't even want to have sex with you?" Xander was stunned he'd
been able to say that much without combusting.

Spike seemed to be thinking about his answer, very carefully. Finally he
shook his head. "Sorry, you said 'sex with you' and I forgot the question."

Spike pouted. Xander couldn't figure out if it was a new one, or the
same one he'd seen two pouts ago. "You said we could have sex."

Head popping back out the kitchen door, he asked, "How many
ice cube trays do you have?"

Xander was supposed to be able to remember? "Um. Four?"

Bye bye, boyfriend-head. Pause. Hello, boyfriend-head.

[margie]

Also die '12 Days' Fic ist hier zu finden http://www.shara-nesu.supanet.com/page7.html ist aber wie gesagt etwas strange, da sie sich auch sehr auf das Sire/Childe Ding bezieht. Spielt 10 Jahre in der Zukunft und Spike hat seine Seele.

Und wegen dem neuen Piranhas Teil also ich hab erst Teil 1 gelesen, aber ich kam gestern aus dem Lachen echt nimmer raus.

"Spike, it'll take an hour for the ice cubes to freeze. Why don't you
crawl into the freezer, yourself? You'll cool down faster, and it won't
matter if you suffocate."

He was suddenly afraid that he had just given Spike a very, very bad
idea. Spike's eyes had lit up, and he vanished from the doorway before
Xander could even think of the words 'Spike, I was only joking!' He heard
the freezer door open, and groaned. He was going to have...

[Gast]

Spike shrugged his shoulders, then said in a rush, "Iwantedtonkowifyouwouldmoveinwithme."
Xander blinked. "You wanted to know if I'd go live in a tree?"

[margie]

Sooo süüüüüssss

TITLE: Secret Santa
AUTHOR: Rilja (golf_clap@yahoo.com)

PAIRING: Xander/Spike

RATING: PG-13

DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went so I can go look at it. Others please ask first.

DISCLAIMER: Spike, Xander and all things Sunnydale belongs to Joss Whedon.

FEEDBACK: Yes! Please tell me if I did good, or bad.

SPOILERS: No.

SUMMARY: Short Christmas ficlet. Merry Christmas everyone!

WARNING: It’s a bit strange, but so am I.







It is the night before Christmas and all is quiet on the streets of Sunnydale.



The only sound in the deserted streets is that of a lone figure dressed in red that is stalking the streets carrying a big sack over his right shoulder. A quiet “Ho ho” is all that can be heard over the quiet rustle of fabric as he crosses the street and walks up to an apartment building.



The figure adjusts the bag on his shoulder, opens the door with a small key and slips inside. Once inside he hurriedly climbs the stairs and after reaching his destination uses a second key to open an apartment door and sneaks silently inside, so not to wake the apartments resident sleeping in the bedroom.



He walks over to the twinkling Christmas tree and sets the sack down on the floor in front of it. From within the large bag he produces present after present, all elaborately wrapped and decorated.



When the bag is finally empty he arrange the gifts under the tree, picks up the now deflated piece of fabric and walks over to the bedroom door. He puts his ear against the fake wood and listens to hear if his movements have awoken the human.



When all is found to be quiet he opens the door and moves inside. He closes the door behind him and looks over at the bed. The man in it is breathing evenly, still deep in sleep. The red suit is quickly discarded and tossed into a corner. Now nude he clicks on the electric blanket, slides into bed and wraps himself around the warm human who is softly snoring.



At the sudden coldness of the blankets being lift and a body still chilled from the cool winter night sliding in, the human stirs and opens his eyes to the intruder.



“Secret Santa?” He asks sleepily while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.



“Secret Santa.” The former red clad man confirms.



“Ok.” The young man mumbles and falls back to sleep wrapped in the safe strong arms of his personal secret Santa.

[Gast]

Ziemlich traurig, aber schön...

Title: Life
Author: Tjgoldstiein
Page: http://www.angelfire.com/extreme2/maleslashonly/
Feedback: would be appreciated. tjgoldstein@yahoo.com.au
Archive: As long as you ask first
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Summary: Things weren't supposed to happen like this...
Warnings: Character death
Notes: Thanks to my muse Saber Shadowkitten. Thanks to Nancy as always for XX and The Odyssey. This is unbetad as it is just a spur of the moment thing. Listening to Jewel and I'm majorly depressed after two of her songs...like always!

Things weren't supposed to happen like this.

He was the hero and heros always got the girl in the end.

Always.

He was supposed to be lying in bed, content. Happy, his heart beating to the rythym of pure bliss. Arms wrapped around a warm body, legs entangled with ones so much browner than his own. Maybe even one of his arms would be numb from having his lovers head use it as a pillow? Who knows...and now, neither of them would have a chance to find out.

Really, things should have gone differently. All those plans he had made. Little things like buying a mirror, tasting garlic for the first time. Big things like taking communion again, using his human name. Taking a walk in the moonlight with his lover not because it was the only choice but because he *had* the choice to do so. To be able to choose between the moonlight and the sunshine.

He couldn't help it. Bitter, the only word he could use for how he felt about the way things had eventuated.

He had felt it. Felt the warmth spread from his toes, creeping slowly up his body till his hair stood upright. Every fibre in his whole being had been shrieking in agony. His long dead cells waking from the slumber they had been subjected to for so long, each one flooded with the searing heat of being human again.

He had done it. Fought the war the scrolls had predicted. Won it as well. Defeated the demon hordes from the realm of Fire and Rain. He had been surrounded by all his friends from the Hellmouth and L.A., all battered and bruised from fighting by his side. All too excited to feel their pain by what was happening in front of them. Each one had stared down at him as he had gasped and writhed on the wet and partially scorched grass, a few murmering soothing words while his lungs filled with air for the first time in 250 years. He had looked wildly at each friend, seeing a mixture of joy and love intertwined with the tears everyone was shedding.

His head had been cradled in his lovers warm lap, his body jerking from the pins and needles running down each limb, eyes scrunched shut as the warm blood had finally reached his heart.

He had achieved his Shanshu and he had never thought to wonder if there was a price to pay for his redemption.

Angel had never thought to ask just how long he would be human.

Two minutes.

An eternity for one who had been dead for so long.

Long enough for him to scream as he had felt his heart beat once and then refuse to do so again. Long enough for him to open his eyes and watch as his lover had shed tears onto his once cool skin.

Two minutes.

Long enough to realise that he had never said *those* words and that he would be dead by the time he got enough breath to be able to whisper them.

Two minutes.

Too short a time to memorise his lovers tear drenched face as the man had realised just what had been happening. Too quick for him to reach a hand up and wipe a tear away from those large chocolate brown eyes.

Two minutes.

Too short for him to offer a word of comfort to those he had been about to leave behind. Too short for him to understand what his lover had been trying to tell him inbetween loud sobs.

He was bitter because he had never thought to ask how long.

If he had known then he would never have broken an already shattered heart, one that had been mended so haphazardly, it was a wonder all pieces had been put together so many times before.

If he had known, he would never have worked so hard to break down the barriers between them, never have torn down the walls on a relationship that was still being re-drawn as a tentative friendship grew into something more.

He was a hero and he was supposed to get his girl...in this case, his guy but somewhere, somehow things stuffed up and he was bitter.

He was bitter because life was a bitch and fate always had it in for you. And sometimes, the hero failed to get the girl, he had never thought that it would be him though.

If only he had known just how long, then he would have never smiled for the first time at one of Xander's jokes.

The end.

[margie]

Oh man das ist aber wahrlich ganz schön traurig und schön. Aber hauptsächlich super traurig