seraphcelene: (it mocks me)
This isn't finished and never will be. I'll be honest about that. There were supposed to be parallels between Dorothy and Willow, and Dorothy and Buffy. I had big plans about themes of loss and addiction, etc, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah. But, yeah. Not so much. Moving on. Done and done. So, to close off 2014, here you go:

Title: The Dandelion Seed
Author: seraphcelene
A/N: Amnesty! Unfinished crossover fic: Buffy/The Wizard of Oz/Wicked.


"Was she to be taken seriously,
or was she merely a blow-away dandelion seed,
caught on the wrong side of the wind?"
- Gregory Maguire, Wicked


"Treacherous red of poppies and poison berries.
Crimson, carmine, cerise, cayenne,
safflower, scarlet, vermillion.
All the dangerous, warning, compelling, ripening,
happy, fortunate, words for red."
- Eileen Berry, The Red Poem


0.

Here is where you are. There is love and there is hate, but there are no bluebirds. There is nothing in the stars. It was all a lie.

Miles away from where you began, this is home.


i. Poison Poppies

Dorothy's too fragile, or so the Wizard tells her. One of the palace doctors slides a needle into the brachial artery in the crook of her elbow. It's thick and hearty despite the injections.

She isn't from Oz and the poppy, poison distilled and diluted, is the only way they can get her across the void.

When she isn't jumping wormholes, Dorothy lays the poppy out in lines.

***


Scarecrow tells stories about concrete things: sun, wind, rain, and growing things. Sometimes he gets poetic, philosophizing about the state of potatoes, describing the dry murmuring of corn husks in the field or the mocking cackle of crows. Trapped in an opium haze, drugged so that she can retain her sanity crossing dimensions, in Dorothy's mind the stories always turn into nightmares filled with looming, laughing shadow crows that peck at her eyes.

Dorothy rolls into Brr, huddles naked against his side. His fur is sleek-soft and only half as warm as usual. A curling warmth against her side, Brr gags and heaves. The choking sound makes Dorothy's stomach twist hard and what's left in her belly begins to back up into her throat. Just as she's going to swallow and choke and maybe die, hands wedge beneath her back and wrap around her thighs turning her as the gorge rises. Convulsing, her body trapped in the rhythm of involuntarily contracting muscles, Dorothy tries to purge the magic-laced opium from her body.

Cramped and exhausted, Dorothy whispers through dry, cracked lips, "No more crows."

Scarecrow repeats softly,"No more crows."

Dorothy cries when Scarecrow begins to tell her a story about sunsets, so he tells her about sunrise instead.
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Ok.

So, I got nostalgic and ambitious. It happens

I haven't written BtVS/Angel fic in AGES!! For reals. But I found myself volunteering for IWRY 2014 and ... well, here you go.

Title: Cake
Author: seraphcelene
Notes: Written for the 2014 IWRY Fic Marathon.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Sandollar, UPN, et al. I’m just taking them out for a little exercise. Some dialogue from Angel: 3.11 - Birthday, written by Mere Smith. Summary from 'The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making' by Catherynne M. Valente.
Summary: Here is where the story changes: Cordelia.

Also on AO3 here

To lose your heart is not a path for the faint and fainting. )
seraphcelene: (buffy and angel)
It's November! Among other exciting things like NaNoWriMo and Thanksgiving, it is also the month of the IWRY Marathon. YAY! Our beloved [profile] chrisleeoctaves is having a much deserved chill and this year it's being run by [personal profile] darkstar and [profile] librarian2003.

Way back last year,I think, [personal profile] lynnenne annexed a prompt to me and I didn't really do it justice. Sorry, [personal profile] lynnenne, I really did try. If you ever want to take the prompt back and write something with it, or offer it up to someone else who needs a prompt, I completely understand. Even I read it and cringe a little. Anyway ... here you all go. Post-Heaven Buffy and Angel before Connor.


Title: like never, and like always
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene at yahoo dot com
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for the 2010 IWRY Marathon from a prompt by [personal profile] lynnenne. Unfortunately, I didn't quite live up to the prompt even though [profile] tkp really worked hard to get me there. Talking of angels, thanks to [profile] tkp for the beta.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, the Warner Company, et al. I'm just taking them out for a little exercise.
Summary: Buffy and Angel between Flooded and Life Serial.

I sacrificed Angel to save the world. I loved him
so much, but I knew what was right. I don't know
that anymore. I don't understand. I don't know
how to live in this world if these are the choices.
If everything just gets stripped away. I don't see
the point." -- Buffy Summers, BtVS: The Gift


This isn't some fairy tale. )
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Title: The Law of Equivalent Exchange
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene[at]yahoo.com
Rating: PG
Archiving: House of Leaves. Everyone else please ask.
A/N: It's the end of a story. Thine is, Life is is chronologically second, but was written first. One Thousand Kisses Deep tells the beginning of the whole mess.
Feedback: Is like air and highly addictive. In other words, yes, please.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the Warner Company, UPN et al. I’m just taking them out for a little exercise.
Summary: Here is the whimper. This is how it ends.


The Law of Equivalent Exchange )
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This is OLD! Originally posted somewhere that I don't remember back in 2004. I know it's at my archive House of Leaves, but I can't find it on my LJ. SO! Here it is again. Remember, this is OLD and unbeta'd.

Title: And If You Should Have A Future
Author: [personal profile] seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene[at]yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Archiving: House of Leaves. Everyone else please ask.
A/N: post-Becoming AU’s, spoiled for Anne and Faith Hope and Trick
Feedback: Is like air and highly addictive. In other words, yes, please.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the Warner Company, UPN et al. I’m just taking them out for a little exercise.
Summary: Bea Arthur and three incongruous career moves.


"There are three things I’ve yet to do:
opera, rodeo, and porno."
-- Bea Arthur


This is what he has left her: a willingly objectified body and the notoriety of sex on film. )
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Title: One Thousand Kisses Deep
Author: seraphcelene
Email: seraphcelene at yahoo dot com
Rating: PG for some themes
Archiving: Essential-Imperfect. All others please ask.
A/N: This is the sequel to Thine Is, Life Is so if you want to see how fucked up this all gets in the end go read that. Spoiled for BtVS Chosen and AtS Not Fade Away. Warning is hereby issued for the incesty edges on this fic. Written and revised for the 2007 IWRY fic marathon.
A/N 2: Many thanks to [personal profile] darlas_mom for the beta on the first revision draft. You helped me create new life in this. And to [profile] tkp who went above and beyond in helping me to figure out how to make this work. You got me writing again, thanks, cupcake.
Feedback: Concrit and feedback are like air. So, yes, please!
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, the Warner Company, et al. I'm just taking them out for a little exercise.
Summary: The slayers came when they were called and as they rose, Buffy fell.



"The mind exists only in a moment, always,
a single flickering moment, remembered or actual,
dreaming or awake or something between the two,
the precious, treacherous illusion of Present
floundering in the crack between Past and Future."
-- Caitlin R. Kiernan, La Peau Verte

"Your life is told through nineteen thousand
pages in a world too unreal to behold. Your
innocence has faded, faded all your blues to gray.
Your skin has bruised through moving days. Glue
is peeling back away. Curling, cracking, painted."
-- Tilly and the Wall, Lost Girls


One Thousand Kisses Deep )

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