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buffyversetop5Top 5 Newbie Necessities: Angel
Angel is a deceptively difficult character to capture. So, if you're new to Buffyverse fanfiction and getting ready to jump into the writing fray, haud yer whist for a bit and read these Essential Texts first. These writers set the standard for true Angel voices, and bring a fully fleshed Angel to the page that meets and sometimes exceeds the Angel brought to us by ME.
Mods: I'm fracturing the rules a bit because some of these weren't written this year, but since I joined the fandom this year, I figure that fills the requirement. ETA to add ratings.
And Heaven Burns by![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
obsessedmuch PG-13
There were some things that he will never fully admit, even to himself.
That some nights he still dreams of the sharp snapping sound of breaking knuckles mingled with Giles' bitten back moans. That sometimes the sight of a church will bring back the taste of the convent sisters that made him dizzy like wine. The way he will linger around Cordelia's desk three days out of the month when the smell of her blood is heavy and rich, and it calls to him like a siren's song. The way all of these make him sickly aroused, heavy pull of desire in the bottom of his belly that he has no choice but to surrender to wrapped in sweat soaked sheets in the dark.
Losing My Religion by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kita0610 PG-13
When Angel was in hell, it took about a hundred years for him to forget his own name. Almost two hundred before he forgot he had ever lived anywhere else. Almost three hundred before even his demon knew madness, (whispers in broken glass and the buzzing of gnats in his head- Angelus, softly softly, 'Mercy, Christ, Mercy.' There was none.)
His Body A Boat byromanyg NC-17
Spike strolled into Angel's suite stinking to high heaven of sin.
"Heard you were lookin' for me." Understatement, really. For five nights, Angel barged into every demon bar and human dive.
"Hey, Spike, your daddy's looking for ya." With a ta and tip, out the back he'd go.
Now Angel merely crinkled his nose, "Go wash."
Ten minutes later, Spike's face slammed into the marble shower wall. One tooth clattered on the drain.
"You think this hurts me, Spike? Do you think I care what you do?"
Spike giggled through the blood, "Yeah, Da, hurts you worse'n it hurts me."
Bodiless Within The Bodies bytkp Thekorapersonality PG-13
Time, not a line, is spherical smoke, not a chimney with its single acclivous direction, but sooty past and future spreading in all directions into the open air, and every moment he is dying, his blood distending into the sky of Darla, the line Darla cuts across her breasts a bloody horizon: Darla the dawn of Angelus, and every moment his soul is thrusting into him, a kind of rape, non-consensual love of fellow man, and every moment her sword is thrusting into him, Buffy kind of raped, non-consensual love for her fellow man pushing that sword in deeper . . .
But not any more, Angel has to tell himself, all that is in the past, and time is slinking straight again, a simple path to follow, and the world is one place again, not strata of time layered on time, world upon world, reality upon reality, his reality in Hell. There is a defined set of colors in this world, and no more, a defined set of scents, and no more, a defined set of places with no parallels, a defined set of experiences with no reverb back to an infinity of pain.
Pluperfect by Jo/The Librarian PG
He’d known that Spike had a soul, before he came here tonight, and that had shown the difference between the two of them, now. The balance had been the other way around, a century ago, but not any more. He’d never gone looking for a cure for the happiness clause, because he didn’t believe there was one, and because he didn’t think he could bear the inevitable disappointments. He was a prisoner, judged guilty of his crimes, caged and punished for the rest of his existence. It was an eternal life sentence, and he couldn’t ask her to share it. He’d persuaded himself that she would find a normal man, and not be miserable like him. Not be miserable with him.
Angel is a deceptively difficult character to capture. So, if you're new to Buffyverse fanfiction and getting ready to jump into the writing fray, haud yer whist for a bit and read these Essential Texts first. These writers set the standard for true Angel voices, and bring a fully fleshed Angel to the page that meets and sometimes exceeds the Angel brought to us by ME.
Mods: I'm fracturing the rules a bit because some of these weren't written this year, but since I joined the fandom this year, I figure that fills the requirement. ETA to add ratings.
And Heaven Burns by
obsessedmuch PG-13 There were some things that he will never fully admit, even to himself.
That some nights he still dreams of the sharp snapping sound of breaking knuckles mingled with Giles' bitten back moans. That sometimes the sight of a church will bring back the taste of the convent sisters that made him dizzy like wine. The way he will linger around Cordelia's desk three days out of the month when the smell of her blood is heavy and rich, and it calls to him like a siren's song. The way all of these make him sickly aroused, heavy pull of desire in the bottom of his belly that he has no choice but to surrender to wrapped in sweat soaked sheets in the dark.
Losing My Religion by
kita0610 PG-13When Angel was in hell, it took about a hundred years for him to forget his own name. Almost two hundred before he forgot he had ever lived anywhere else. Almost three hundred before even his demon knew madness, (whispers in broken glass and the buzzing of gnats in his head- Angelus, softly softly, 'Mercy, Christ, Mercy.' There was none.)
His Body A Boat by
romanyg NC-17Spike strolled into Angel's suite stinking to high heaven of sin.
"Heard you were lookin' for me." Understatement, really. For five nights, Angel barged into every demon bar and human dive.
"Hey, Spike, your daddy's looking for ya." With a ta and tip, out the back he'd go.
Now Angel merely crinkled his nose, "Go wash."
Ten minutes later, Spike's face slammed into the marble shower wall. One tooth clattered on the drain.
"You think this hurts me, Spike? Do you think I care what you do?"
Spike giggled through the blood, "Yeah, Da, hurts you worse'n it hurts me."
Bodiless Within The Bodies by
tkp Thekorapersonality PG-13Time, not a line, is spherical smoke, not a chimney with its single acclivous direction, but sooty past and future spreading in all directions into the open air, and every moment he is dying, his blood distending into the sky of Darla, the line Darla cuts across her breasts a bloody horizon: Darla the dawn of Angelus, and every moment his soul is thrusting into him, a kind of rape, non-consensual love of fellow man, and every moment her sword is thrusting into him, Buffy kind of raped, non-consensual love for her fellow man pushing that sword in deeper . . .
But not any more, Angel has to tell himself, all that is in the past, and time is slinking straight again, a simple path to follow, and the world is one place again, not strata of time layered on time, world upon world, reality upon reality, his reality in Hell. There is a defined set of colors in this world, and no more, a defined set of scents, and no more, a defined set of places with no parallels, a defined set of experiences with no reverb back to an infinity of pain.
Pluperfect by Jo/The Librarian PG
He’d known that Spike had a soul, before he came here tonight, and that had shown the difference between the two of them, now. The balance had been the other way around, a century ago, but not any more. He’d never gone looking for a cure for the happiness clause, because he didn’t believe there was one, and because he didn’t think he could bear the inevitable disappointments. He was a prisoner, judged guilty of his crimes, caged and punished for the rest of his existence. It was an eternal life sentence, and he couldn’t ask her to share it. He’d persuaded himself that she would find a normal man, and not be miserable like him. Not be miserable with him.
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Date: 2005-12-31 04:01 am (UTC)Hmmmmm. Not really in the mood to get my angry mod hat on ;) However, we are aware that people would like to list their 'essential' or 'all-time-greats' and are cooking something up in that way. Dunno, therefore, if you'd like to think about this list for later.
The whole thing with the 2005 rule is so that readers can get in contact with writers who are still active in the fandom, but I'm aware that the last four definitely are, right?
The summaries are great and really draw the reader in, but would you mind please adding ratings? Either you can use G to NC-17 or All/Teen/Mature. Thank you.
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Date: 2005-12-31 04:40 am (UTC)I've edited to add the ratings -- sorry about that! Also, to my knowledge, all of the writers are still active in the fandom. I checked on
I wish I could verify the original posting dats of the first 3 recs -- I can't, but the last two were definitely written in '05, both for the I Will Remember You Ficathon in November.
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Date: 2005-12-31 06:06 am (UTC)And oh bugger, realised it should be kita0610 not kita1610.
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Date: 2006-01-01 05:32 pm (UTC)And totally agree with you about "Losing My Religion". That should be required reading for ALL writers everywhere. Okay, so it might not make sense if you haven't seen the shows, and if you're dead, that might be . . . Well, anyway, that fic rocked my world. Literally. The last two fics I've written are the way they are because I read that fic and thought "whoa. Different things can be done with writing."
And I love love love "His Body A Boat" and "Pluperfect". These are out-on-a-limb writing and meta-thick choices . . . I'm so looking forward to reading "And Heaven Burns".
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