Five Favorite Fics
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buffyversetop51) Beer Good Foamy wrote a crossover between Buffy and Welcome to Night Vale Radio Silence that outdoes even the usual awesomeness of a Beer Good story.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the crisscrossing, interlocking, violently conflicting paths of other equally righteous men. Welcome to Night Vale.
2) A drabble Born in Fire by il-mio-capitano.
“This blade is suitable for a warrior, Englishman. I did not believe you capable of such skill, but you have learnt well. I trust your Slayer will give it a worthy name.”
3) Baudown's drabble When in Doubt, Make a List
There's a visual element; go take a look.
4) Baudown's drabble Parlour Games.
No one had bothered to look for him. He hadn't been missed, at all.
5) BoneDry1013's rewrite of Buffy's origin and seasons with metas: Origins/Seasons
Sunlight was streaming brightly from the window in the door, and in it she could see the dust dancing. She suddenly realized how dark it was here, and that the roaring was gone. It was completely silent
She looked around again. Her friends were still talking, or their mouths were moving, but they weren't saying anything, and in the darkness she could hardly see them.
She stood.
You need to know...
Again she tucked her hair back. She was afraid, but she didn't know why. “What do I need to know?”
“Buffy, where are you going?” a closer, more human voice asked.
She paused. She'd been walking toward the door and the bright, bright light. “Out there,” she said, pointing.
Tisha glanced that way, then looked back. “Why?”
“Because...” she murmured, but she didn't finish the thought. She approached the door, then pressed her hand to the cold steel.
You need to know...
She didn't ask what this time.
The door opened silently, and she walked out into the desert, squinting in the light. She was barefoot, and the sand was cool on her feet. She seemed to sink into it as she walked.
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the crisscrossing, interlocking, violently conflicting paths of other equally righteous men. Welcome to Night Vale.
2) A drabble Born in Fire by il-mio-capitano.
“This blade is suitable for a warrior, Englishman. I did not believe you capable of such skill, but you have learnt well. I trust your Slayer will give it a worthy name.”
3) Baudown's drabble When in Doubt, Make a List
There's a visual element; go take a look.
4) Baudown's drabble Parlour Games.
No one had bothered to look for him. He hadn't been missed, at all.
5) BoneDry1013's rewrite of Buffy's origin and seasons with metas: Origins/Seasons
Sunlight was streaming brightly from the window in the door, and in it she could see the dust dancing. She suddenly realized how dark it was here, and that the roaring was gone. It was completely silent
She looked around again. Her friends were still talking, or their mouths were moving, but they weren't saying anything, and in the darkness she could hardly see them.
She stood.
You need to know...
Again she tucked her hair back. She was afraid, but she didn't know why. “What do I need to know?”
“Buffy, where are you going?” a closer, more human voice asked.
She paused. She'd been walking toward the door and the bright, bright light. “Out there,” she said, pointing.
Tisha glanced that way, then looked back. “Why?”
“Because...” she murmured, but she didn't finish the thought. She approached the door, then pressed her hand to the cold steel.
You need to know...
She didn't ask what this time.
The door opened silently, and she walked out into the desert, squinting in the light. She was barefoot, and the sand was cool on her feet. She seemed to sink into it as she walked.
