The following from Abstract, an adorable ficlet by docvergil, a wonderful writer you should all go read now. Really.
Willow's POV - Xander/Willow fukeness from s3.

It was all getting pretty abstract though: not just a pattern with two ( Read more... )

I'm a big fan of each of both LisaP and The Librarian on their own; now they've gone and written a story together!

The greens of the foliage were ( Read more... )

Two quotes from docvergil and her new fic series here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/docvergil/53476.html

Told from Giles' POV, immediately post-Grave.

Of course it would be Xander. The best friend with the purest love. And for himself? What was there of Willow that ( Read more... )

(Yes, I'm aware this OT, but it's my comm, and we're desperate, so enjoy!)

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Curtains pull back to reveal a stage come alive with flashy dancers covered with spangles, a big brass band, and a the letters 'L A M I A' hanging from the ceiling, suspended on large ropes.
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Spike:

The fucking ridiculous thing is, I never quite figured out just what we did to set them off. Truth be told, it could have been any number of things; Dru and I get into trouble everywhere we go. And hell, this is what I wanted, isn't it? Back against the wall, nothing but fists and fangs and a mindless determination to get away so I can ( Read more... )

She thought about all the things that she'd done, as herself, and as Jasmine. She wasn't responsible for her actions while Jasmine lived in her, but for a couple of months, evil wore her face. And people would remember.

Dead Man's Rope by starlet2367

Dunno. I'm just a sucker for post-Jasmine-Cordelia fics, and this one's so good I just can't put it down.

Xander about Willow (post-chosen) in carabear27's Friendship:

It had seemed like such a good idea-leaving it all behind; starting over by himself in a place where he could make up really cool stories about his eyepatch.
It hadn't occurred to him that abandoning his life meant abandoning her.
His blindness had nothing to do with his eyes.

This is where it all begins, everything, fucking and fantasy and Giles' whole life. Oz is the beginning, the sine qua non, the terminus a quo, the first word of the first chapter. Oz, Sunnydale, a coffeeshop and a boy and a guitar, and that was the year zero. Before that the dates go negative, counting down, waiting.
[ kindkit's Giles, at once passionate ( Read more... )

All the following quotes are from docvergil's lovely fic, No One Sees The Watcher. Go. Read now. (Especially you, leni_ba,  because I know you can never turn down some great W/X!)

Xander looked up at Willow for a bit of Scooby solidarity. She was standing on the balcony above him.
Looking really - no, looking exactly like a girl who he was best friendswith, ( Read more... )

Crossing the Texas/Oklahoma border after almost eighteen hours behind the wheel, Lindsey had felt his weariness drain away as an irrational surge of joy washed over him. He knew that having come this far gave him no real immunity; there was no sanctuary to be had from the forces that would come after him; not here nor on foreign soil. There really ( Read more... )