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30 September 2013 @ 08:51 pm
Not Fade Away: 3 Fics for the episode and the aftermath, plus Valedictory Address  
Like a lot of writers, I've kicked around different ways for NFA to go, different emotions and modes and characters - so here are three very different examples for you of the Big Fight and how (maybe) it ended.

Title Born Great
Fandom Angel: the Series
Pairing Wesley/Illyria
Rating PG13
Words c2000
Setting NFA and post-series
Warnings yeah, so, Unconventional Courtship, mpreg… Also my trope bingo kidfic entry


Title You Had To Be There
Author Brutti ma buoni
Characters Oz, Anne, Gunn and briefly the rest of the Fang Gang
Setting Not Fade Away, so 2004
Rating PG13
Words 1400
Prompts solidarity, Oz joins the Fang Gang, for the Oz ficathon at trdmarkstoicism, which starts posting today (and for the next month)


Title Magnitude
Pairing Spike/Buffy
Rating PG
Prompt For sb_fag_ends Dragon (Sorry quinara; probably not your dream dragon)
Words 700
Setting Just after Not Fade Away


And one salvaged from a wonderful comm now sadly gone quiet. This is set during the episode itself, contains poetry, and is my canon-compliant version of goodbye. Thanks everyone!

Title Go Tell The Spartans
Author Bruttimabuoni
Rating PG13 for language only
Word Count 536
Prompt still_grrr 135 Deciding to take down the Black Thorn
Characters/Pairing (if any) Spike
A/N I make no claims that I can write good poetry. My only defence is that canonically, neither can Spike. Apologies if it makes your eyes bleed.

I’m standing with my hand in the air like a prat. In the middle of an office in the City of Angels, surrounded by glamours and magicks and necrotempered glass and fuck knows what else. Half modern, half mystic, like all our lives.

And while I’m standing there, waiting to hear whether we’re going to go out in that glorious blaze of honour I’ve tried before (and failed before), what’s going through my mind?

Well, oh fuck oh fuck we’re all gonna die. Obviously. But also, I’m thinking how heroic we are, right now, at this moment. Making that choice to die in defence of a hopeless cause. Thermopylae here we come. It should be commemorated.

And my bloody brain... well, I’ve been letting the poet out a bit lately. Haven’t been cranking out half-arsed heroic verse for choice, but that’s what my subconscious selects as the soundtrack to the last major decision I’ll ever make.

So here it is, some epic stanzas to suit the occasion, as composed without pen and paper in about ninety seconds of waiting for the others to make their mind up about glorious certain death (cleaned up a smidge because a man’s got his pride, even when he’s a vampire, you know?). Because these guys deserve a memorial.

My sire, my rival, bloody boss of all
Yes Angel, now you’ve really thrown the dice
And we’re all in the game with you. But what
A plan, to go down flaming martyrs (or
Good angels if you will). You’ve asked us all,
To lift our hands, and join the sacrifice.

For some, for Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, for sure
The choice is simple. Will to live is gone.
It’s time to face the end; he can’t endure
Alone, mere guardian to a shell he loved.
When nothing matters, death is kind; at once,
He lifts his hand, and joins the sacrifice

Now, Krevlornswath, (a hero’s name) a choice
You never thought you’d make. A peaceful fiend,
A force for calm. How will you vote? How will
You reconcile yourself to violence, death
And all that ‘yes’ would bring? But nonetheless,
You lift your hand, and join the sacrifice

(God, Charlie Gunn, don’t vote with us.) He’s too
Damn young. He’d live for sixty years;
Do good, find love, have kids, become a fine
Example of a family man. Escape!
But no, inevitable as the dawn,
He lifts his hand, and joins the sacrifice

But then there’s one more hand that can’t be raised.
The absent She; whose loss was that one straw
Too much. A straw? Too thin a word for Fred:
A warrior born. Who loved us all, and fought
Our fight with every breath. She left too soon.
She couldn’t vote; she was the sacrifice.

There won’t be a burial mound, funerary offerings and all. There won’t be a monument carved with stirring verse (even better verse than mine). The world isn’t going to know our story, unless we tell it ourselves. And so far as I know none of the others is going for the post of Bard to Team Angel. So, probably, this less than perfect verse will be our epitaph.

Well, I was never in this for the publicity.

waddiwasiwitchwaddiwasiwitch on September 30th, 2013 08:11 pm (UTC)
Oh this was amazing. Just perfect. Wonderful Spike voice.
brutti_ma_buonibrutti_ma_buoni on October 1st, 2013 09:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!
slaymesoftlyslaymesoftly on October 1st, 2013 12:25 am (UTC)
Even the ones I've read (and commented upon) before were great. Good job(s) :)
brutti_ma_buonibrutti_ma_buoni on October 1st, 2013 09:26 pm (UTC)
*g* Thanks!
zanthinegirl: Sparkzanthinegirl on October 1st, 2013 03:42 pm (UTC)
Really well done! Great Spike voice. Also, sniff.
brutti_ma_buonibrutti_ma_buoni on October 1st, 2013 09:26 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!