beer_good_foamy

Here's a little ficlet for my buffyversebingo card and the prompt "Decay". I think I'll end up using it for my free space too.

Most of the fics I've written for this have been way too serious. This one's a bit more light-hearted.

Title: Nice Shoes, Two-Feet
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffyverse (post-canon)
Characters/Pairing: Faith, Willow
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~700
Summary: Remember how, when a Slayer turns 18, she's put through a test? Well, Faith just had a birthday, and it turns out there's another ordeal to go through... One that will have her questioning her entire persona.

( Look, Red, I swear I wasn't goofing off. Something's really wrong with me. )

So I always try to post a holiday fic around this time of year, but I was just starting to come to terms with not being able to come up with one this year, especially since I still have to get my whichwillow fic done in the next couple of days. Then it occurred to me - there are two classic holiday stories I've never used in fic: The Night Before Christmas and A Christmas Carol. So I figured why not mash'em both up and also make it Faith/Willow because why not.

So, happy whatever everyone!

Title: We Three Ghosts Of Accident Are
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy, post-series/A Christmas Carol/The Night Before Christmas
Pairing: Faith/Willow
Rating: PG13
Word count: 321
Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, and Faith got a visit from some ghosts. That's OK, Slayers know how to handle the undead.

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the camp
Not a demon was stirring, not even a vamp
But lo! In the bedroom, an energy swirled
A figure appeared, and a loud voice unfurled:

"Behold, I am the ghost of Christmas pa-"

( Cut )

So before I go offline for a bit, I thought I'd post this fic. It's an expansion of an old drabble that I always thought could use a "But then what?" to get a bit more into their characters.

Title: Nice Girls Don't Stay For Breakfast
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy, s3
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~900
Summary: After the mess that was Homecoming and Slayerfest '98, Faith invites Buffy back to her motel for drinks. Fast forward a few hours and Buffy's emphatically NOT freaking out, just trying to figure out the best way to sneak out of a motel bed without waking Faith up.

( It felt weird, being the sneak-outer in this situation and not the sneak-outee. Not that she'd had a lot of these situations, obviously. Should she leave a note, or... OK, in her experience, correct protocol involved losing your soul and killing people, so pretty much anything she did would be better than that. Besides, Faith probably didn't want Buffy to be here when she woke up anyway. )
 
 

It's the annual holiday fic! I felt kind of bad about last year's fic and how it anticipated some real-life events, so I went extra fluffy this time. Happy whatever, everyone!

Title: A Slayin' Song Tonight
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffyverse (post-series)
Rating: PG13
Word count: 6x100
Characters: Ensemble
Summary: Five holiday decorations that can be used to slay vampires, and one vice versa. AKA the Scooby Holiday Meet-Up is about as peaceful as you'd expect.

In retrospect, renting a Cleveland hotel ballroom for the annual Scooby Holiday Meet-Up wasn't the best idea. But Buffy's tiny apartment wouldn't hold them all, and the hotel promised food, drinks and holiday paraphernalia at a very decent price (as thanks for clearing up that haunting three weeks earlier).

The vampire gang who (somewhat unwisely) cut the power and crashed the party without needing an invitation presumably weren't part of the service.

"Just once," Buffy muttered as she pulled a Christmas stocking over one vampire's face and staked another, "I'd like one holiday to go according to plan."

* * *

"Um… little help?" Dawn managed to get out as she bounced up and down on the back of the largest vampire. She wasn't sure what she'd been thinking when she tried to choke him with a holiday wreath; pine needles really weren't sharp enough to sever a vampire neck, and now he was trying to throw her off and she hated horsey rides and the eggnog she'd had wasn't helping, and -

When Spike dusted the vamp she tried for a graceful landing, but inertia disagreed and she crashed through the tree, sending angels, candy canes and baubles flying everywhere. "...Ow."

* * *

"OW! Sonofabitch!" Stepping on a bauble is painful even if you're a soulless denizen of the night. One vampire hopped around the room, knocking over the buffet table while trying to pull shards of glass out of his foot, then decided to take his rage out on the old man. "Any last words, grandpa?"

"Merry Christmas?" Giles handed him the gift Buffy had given him. "I suppose as my nemesis, this belongs to you."

The vampire ripped off the wrapping paper, took one look at the knitted sweater with reindeer motif, screamed and dusted.

Giles nodded. "I thought as much."

* * *

"Thanks, Will." Xander brushed off the ashes from the vampire that had been seconds away from a double shot of AB Harris Positive. "Also, huh. I never knew menorahs hurt vampires, but I guess...?"

Willow winced as she carefully checked the abruptly extinguished menorah for vampire-ass-related damage. "May just have been regular vampire fire allergy. It's just... I know I'm not so much with the monotheism these days, and I use crosses to fend off vampires and that's probably some sorta cultural appropriation, but it still feels disrespectful, y'know?" She carefully put it back in the window. "Right. Any more?"

* * *

The last vampire had had enough; nobody had said anything about an army of professional demon hunters. Not wanting to leave empty-handed, he grabbed one of the presents and ran for the door. He almost made it, but then something sparkly flew over his head, slipped down over him and tightened around his legs. He fell face-first, and barely had time to register that someone had landed on his back before a stake pierced his heart.

"Nice one, Blue," Faith said as she holstered the stake.

Illyria dusted off her quickly improvised tinsel lasso. "One does not mess with Texas."

* * *

"Is that it?" Buffy surveyed the damage. "OK, our security deposit's a bust. Aw, the tree."

"Yeah, a vamp did that," Dawn quickly said.

"And one threw your gift on the fire," Giles added. "There's evil for you."

Faith wrenched the remains of the tree upright. "Angel, you wanna be on top?"

Angel ignored Spike's laugh and instead gave Buffy a boost so she could tie Mr Pointy to the top of the tree. A warm glow spread from the few candles that were still lit as the gang stood around with their arms around each other. "Happy holidays, everyone."

The first of two spook_me fills.

Title: Canaries in a Coalmine
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, post-series
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~1900
Characters/Pairing: Dawn, Faith
Author's Note: Written for spook_me and the prompt "Disease"
Summary: The first symptoms of widespread amnesia mostly went unnoticed even by those not affected. No one's quite sure at what point it became a global pandemic, or how it spreads. But anything is better than nothing, Dawn thinks as they travel towards the last hope for a cure.

( They can't even come up with a good name for it. Or rather, they can't stand the only name that fits it. 'Nothing', the fog that rises up out of nowhere and erases the people it afflicts, memory by memory. )

First of all, "Total Perspective Vortex" was nominated at the Willowy Goodness Awards, along with a bunch of other very good fics. Thanks a lot!

Secondly, here’s a fic inspired by a discussion with brutti_ma_buoni a little while ago, about how Faith would react to losing at various games like Rock-paper-scissors, Monopoly, etc.

Title: Five Games Faith Lost (And One She Won)
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffyverse, at various points from season 3 to post-series
Rating: PG13
Word count: 6x100
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Faith

( 6 drabbles )

OK, one of the fics I needed to get done. This is written for tiny_white_hats's 10th anniversary comment ficathon, and daria234's prompt:

Willow/Faith or Willow&Faith, post-series they work together well, but she doesn't know what she would do if the other woman went dark

Title: The Colours Of My Life
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy, post-series
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~900
Characters/Pairing: Willow and Faith gen (allusions to Willow/Kennedy)

( You light'em up, we put 'em out )

Might as well get this posted before I rewrite the ending yet again. Not the brightest and happiest fic I've written. I blame February.

Title: All But Left To Hunger
Fandom: Angel, post-"Not Fade Away"
Pairing: Drusilla/Faith; vague references to Faith/Buffy and Drusilla/Angelus
Rating: Let's say R just to be safe, though there's nothing explicit
Word count: ~1300
Warnings: Character death, allusions to past abuse, general Dru POV
Summary: Drusilla and Faith both find themselves in the alley shortly after "Not Fade Away". They're too late to change the future, now they're stuck with the past.
Written for xlivvielockex's Femslash February and snowpuppies's prompt "Faith/Dru, sorrow"

( When she gets there, the battle is over. )

So some people have very generously nominated me for some awards:

Upon The Edge Of No Escape and Drive It Like You Stole It are nominated for the absence_oflight!

And 67 Characters In Search Of A Memory, Hitting Things And A Whole Lotta Jack D (Among Other Things), and the meta Buffy, the Vampire Slayer vs Buffy The Vampire Slayer have been nominated at wicked_awards.

Thank you so much! Also, make sure to check out buffyversetop5, which is running for a while yet.

Also, open_on_sunday is up again, yay! Here's a drabble for this week's prompt "Late".

A Ship, The Black Freighter

"Buffy?"

"Yeah?"

"...Nothing."

For years, Faith knew exactly where she missed her shot. The day after Buffy killed Gwendolyn Post, and dropped by Faith's motel room to talk. There were about five seconds when Faith could have asked her to stay. They might have talked, fought, or... whatever. She could have stayed, or left town, done anything. But the moment passed, that was that, and then it was always too late.

Yet now she's driving a bus full of Slayers across the desert as the sun rises.

"What are you smiling about?" Dawn asks.

Faith, unaware that she was; "...Nothing."

Title: Hitting Things And A Whole Lotta Jack D (Among Other Things)
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy, 3.06 "Band Candy"
Word count: ~1000
Pairing: Ripper/Faith
Rating: PG13... possibly edging into R, note warnings
Warnings: Underage drinking, underage sex, sex under mystical and/or drunken influence, a certain amount of violence.
Summary: You didn't seriously think Ripper went home and went to bed after the events of "Band Candy", did you?
Written for snickfic's crackficathon and penny_lane_42/snickfic's prompt for Band Candy!Giles/Faith.

( There are things Faith can handle. Vampires? No problem. Stuck-up blonde Slayers? No problem. Dealing with getting your Watcher killed? Work in progress, but that's why the good Lord made biker bars that don't card. With bikers. Who are also not a problem, she's known how to make them fight each other since before she had superpowers. However, a stuffy (though admittedly cute) English gentleman plonking down on the barstool next to you while two guys with facial tattoos are outside fighting over who gets that seat? Might be a problem. )