Title: All This Fashion
For: bitter_crimson
Author: xbitexmyxlipx
[Forgot-the-freakin']Disclaimer: Sadly, I'm not affiliated with Rob Thomas, UPN, or anyone from VM. If that changes, I'll let you know first!
Rating: PG-13/R works for me. I doubt I'd be very good at writing explicitly, but there are a lot of bad words! :p
Summary: AU; Duncan died instead of Lilly.
Warnings: Not only is there femslash (if that's something you avoid), but it's also my first attempt at femslash. This is also the first thing I've written in a while. It is probably wise to be at least a little afraid. :p Any/All sex is strictly implied since I just can't ever write it.
Pairings/Characters: Veronica/Lilly, Duncan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly (Primarily LilVer)
Notes: The title is from the Say Anything song of the same name. This sucker got away from me. I just wanted to give a nice little somewhat fluffy (all-things-considered) fic to bitter_crimson and ended up...here. I have no idea where here is, and I'm a little scared, too.
Other Special Note: I'm more of a friendship!fic-writing girl, which probably shows. It's the thought that counts?

( All This Fashion )

Okay, so I debated whether or not to write a follow up of sorts, then realized it would take even longer to get inspiration for that. So...

( Optional ending )

Title: Little Spies
Author: xbitexmyxlipx
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine and never will be. Sad, indeed.
Rating: PG-13, maybe.
Summary: Pre-series Logan/Veronica
Notes: I'm very sorry I didn't get this out until the last minute. Now it's officially beta'd!. Still, pointing out mistakes is made of win! :)
Written for afrocurl for vm_santa

( Friends don't let friends... )

Title: Dear Santa, Define 'Good.'
Author: Charisma Brendon/xbitexmyxlipx/anonaficcer
Summary: Sort of Buffy/Dean. (Setting it up for the next parts, at least.) First impressions aren't always right. AU, obviously.
Notes: And it's betad! This is set before Buffy moves to Sunnydale, so he meets her around the time she's first called.
Word Count: 1947


( Dear Santa, Define Good. )

Title: The Uninvited
Disclaimer: Same old song and dance. Rob Thomas/UPN hasn't suddenly decided that I can have Veronica Mars.
Word Count: 3028
Summary: Written for the Ask Questions Later ficathon. My scenario was “How to fend off a ghost.” Veronica has a bad day.
Characters: Veronica, Backup, Keith, Logan
All spoilers are so minor, it seems pointless to even warn about them. (Donut Run, Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner, basic knowledge of characters.)
AN: I can't resist awkward/un!comfortable situations sometimes. Any mistakes are my own since backup!betas don't always work out.

( The Uninvited )

So...I don't think this is finished. There are other things I wanted to add to it, but then they just escaped me and I wanted to go ahead and post it somewhere. Torey seems to think it pretty much works the way it is. :p



Title: Echolls is the Keyword
Author: Charisma Brendon
Disclaimer: My pants say that Rob Thomas owns my ass, so I guess he owns these characters, too.
Rating: I curse a lot.
Word count: 836
Character/Pairing: Logan, mentions of Logan/Lilly, Logan/Caitlin and Logan/Veronica
Summary: Logan reflects (somewhat) on his need for pain. (...Not as angsty as it sounds, probably because I lost the train of thought that started this.)
Spoilers/Warnings: All of season one to be safe, even though there are only a few things mentioned.
AN: Welcome to the post of my first VM fic. How are you? Can I offer you a cookie and cup of tea?

( Keyword. )

Title: One, Two, Thr- Ouch!
Author: Charisma Brendon/Stocie
Summary: Xander isn’t like other people; he can’t stand pain. It hurts him.
Dedication: To Lez, but just because it’s her birthday.
Notes: Old-school BtVS fic. (Season two, maybe.) Written for liz_will_ow/pal_athon
Word Count: 1210

( Sharks, cartoons, and bandages - Xander's life isn't all fun and games. )

Master list Here.

Title: In Lieu of Chocolate

Author: Charisma Brendon

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A.N.: Okay, this probably wasn't what she wanted...but, I don't do A/C and there *was* that part that asked for smut and, I doubt I could have done it. :p

Special thanks to Lez...who helped me with the idea and beta'd. :p

Dedication: To Lexi, I hope I got this close enough so that you don't hate me. :P

Timeline: After "IWRY" - but not mopey! Woo!

( In Lieu of Chocolate )

Written for Round 1 of Buffy Survivor

Title: Dead on Arrival
Author: Stocie/Charisma Brendon
Summary: Xander basically annoys Cordelia.
Disclaimer: Wit wasted on Lez's disclaimer? Check. Vaguely misleading title? Check. Idea for fic? Semi-check. Ownership of characters? No check. Damn. A check speaks a thousand words.
BS Challenge One: Coffee, umbrella, match.
Word Count: 764
Special thanks to Lez for beta'ing and actually correcting stuff. I don't know what I'd do
without you. :p

( Silly fic? Yeah, probably. )

Title: Not the Sun
Author: Anonaficcer
Disclaimer: I'm not affiliated with Rob Thomas or the CW.
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica, implied Veronica/Unnamed Character
Rating: R, for language.
Summary: History repeats itself for a reason, and people rarely change completely.
AN: So, I ended up being back-up santa for spikeshunny, who wanted angst, and this turned out to be pretty hard to write. But hey, I can appreciate a challenge. Also, I realized I could combine two of your loves. I hope I don't regret this.

( Please don't be technology, so I can turn off your love like some cold machine. )

Title: Shut Your Mouth
Author: Anonaficcer
Characters/Pairing: Lilly/Veronica
Word Count: 451
Rating: R to NC-17
Summary: Veronica isn't as pure as she used to be.
Warnings/Spoilers: None, really. The timeline has been messed with a little, as well.
Disclamer: Rob Thomas, I am not.
AN: Written for mammothluv for vm_santa. Also, this is short. I tried to add to it, but nothing came out right, and my beta said that sometimes it has to be short. :p


( Veronica wasn't as pure as she used to be. )

Title: What the Hell is a Stipulation?
Author: Anonaficcer/Charisma Brendon
Rating: PG-13, maybe R
Disclaimer: The copyright belongs to Joss Whedon, and some quotes are taken from the show. I don't own Reggie and the Full Effect, either.
Summary: Set during 'Prophecy Girl'.
Dedication: For authoressnebula, who was both my btvs_santa santa, and my santee. I hope you don't mind some angst - something I normally don't write - before I go horribly AU.
Word Count: 1327
Pairing: Buffy/Xander
AN: Bold/Center text is from the Reggie and the Full Effect song of the same name. Lyrics not in order and only used to focus. Unbeta'd at the moment, because I was anxious to get this out. Pointing out mistakes makes me happy.
Download: "What the Hell is a Stipulation?" - Reggie and the Full Effect


( She says she doesn't want a boyfriend, she's better off with friends. )He only wants to see her whenever she will permit.


"Buffy, I like you. A lot. And I know we're friends, and we've had experiences. We've fought some blood-sucking fiends, and that's all been a good time. But I want more. I wanna dance with you."

There. It was out in the open, his heart was on his sleeve, and nothing perverted had squeaked out like it normally did when he was nervous. What she said next would set the tone for their relationship, no matter which way it went.

But, she was silent with her eyes were so focused on her boots, and his hands were sweating, and his heartbeat was echoing in his ears.

There he was, poised for rejection, but unable to stop the glow from just sitting so close to her from spreading through his consciousness.


She says she doesn't want a boyfriend; she's better off with friends.


Angel wasn't as out of the picture as previously thought. Xander wasn't sure who had worse judgment: Buffy for getting involved with Angel, Angel for ending things, or him for asking her on a date when she wasn't fully over her almost-ex.

I just don't think of you that way.

One sentence was all it took to tear Xander down. The months of not-so-subtle drooling and attempts to actually tell her how he felt about her had led to this. This being practicing the ancient Buddhist art of splayed meditation - arms akimbo, legs stuck in running motion, that's not sobbing, it's a breathing technique - while he listened to Patsy Cline.

Yeah, he was moping.

He had every reason to mope, in his personal opinion. Buffy tore his heart out, then Willow rejected him in the nicest way he'd ever been rejected, and he felt a little guilty. Willow didn't deserve to be considered his backup date, and he knew bringing up Angel was a low blow, but he hadn't exactly been rational. Buffy gave him tunnel vision, ruined his sense of direction, and made him forget his own name just by breathing.

He was so melodramatic.

Maybe he should go by the dance anyway.


All that he can give, he gives her.

Giles could have done more to stop her. Sure, he had a concussion and swollen jaw, and Buffy had superhuman strength, but Xander wasn't thinking rationally at that moment. After all, he was edging a disgusting sewer tunnel with that bastardblood-sucking fiendBuffy's ex. If he felt like admitting it, which he didn't, he would concede that Angel hadn't been that bad. Once Xander shoved the cross in his face for a little fucking help, he was much more cooperative. He would be lying if he said the situation was pleasant, but tolerable. A tolerable stroll in a dank sewer with Buffy's vampire ex who happened to be eyeing his neck.

"Stop looking at my neck!"

"I wasn't looking-"

"Yes, you were! I'm not a Happy Meal." A beat passed. "I told you to eat before we left."

Angel billowed off - like it was so impressive - to find the tunnel that would lead to the Master.

Xander figured it was a good idea to stay back, just in case. Just in case he fell into the river of sewage, or found a deep hole to China, or there were a lot more vampires in there. He was a little wimpy and afraid, and he freely admitted it.

All of the things he thought could be around the corner (vampires, clowns, a Xander-eating beast) flew out of his mind when he saw Buffy on the ground, and Angel running to her.

Buffy was dead.

Dead in an underground church, her face surrounded by a puddle of murky water. He could safely say he never wanted to see her like this. In his head, Buffy was invincible. Untouchable.

Something, this Master, had beaten her, and he'd never get the chance to apologize. To say he was sorry for making things awkward, or for acting out.

Water. Drowned. Water-logged lungs, plus forced air, plus pressure to the chest equalled -

"CPR," he said, startling Angel.

His eyes went from Buffy's face to Xander. "You'll have to do it. I have no breath."

Xander resisted the urge to push Angel out of his way as he rushed over and knelt beside Buffy. Of all the excuses to touch Buffy's lips, CPR had really never factored in. He inhaled, leaned over, and hoped for the best.


He'll tell her that he's happy. She feels good.

Buffy's lungs were water-free, and filled with air when the Master tasted death again. His bones were intact on the floor of the destroyed library, and Buffy seemed almost hypnotized by them. How could so much evil degrade down to so little?

When Giles gently snapped her out of her thoughts, he doubted she even realized she was crying. "I'm sorry," she said with her brave face firmly in place. "It's just been a really weird day."

Despite his estimation of it being the worst day ever, Xander piped up, "Yeah, Buffy died and everything."

Inadvertently, the conversation around him was turned into white noise, and he couldn't stop staring at Buffy in awe. She was alive and looked absolutely beautiful in her dirty white dress, with her scratches and messy hair.

"I hear there's a dance party at the Bronze. Could be fun."

The others murmured their agreement before Giles asked the one whose opinion really mattered to Xander. "Why not? I mean, I got all pretty." Buffy smiled sheepishly.

Yes, he considered this a small victory.

The others wandered through the doors, chatting amongst themselves while Xander held back. Buffy's hand slipping around his arm was certainly a surprise. He glanced over.

She shrugged. "I've been thinking, and life's too short. You've been a good friend, but certain events made me realize how here for me you are."

"I thought you didn't want to ruin our friendship." Stupid! Why would you say-? Stupid!

She grimaced, before smiling brightly. "You brought me back to life! If that doesn't change a girl's mind, I don't know what does. Even if things end badly, I just feel like I'll always be able to count on you."

He moved her hand from his arm to hold it in his own. "I can accept that."

She used the new-found grip on his hand to pull him closer to her height. "Good."

When her lips brushed against his, Xander was pretty sure this was shaping up to be the best night ever.

"You're geeky friends want to - oh God, ew - know if you're coming or not."

Xander broke the kiss to glare at Cordelia.

"Fine, whatever. If you want to be all gross and grope around a body, don't let me stop you."

Xander sighed. "To the dance?"

Buffy firmly nodded. "The dance, it is."

Neither of them looked back.

Title: Within Earshot (1/?)
Author: Anon-a-ficcer
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1443
Disclaimer: I just own a bottle of Sobe Life Water. Rob Thomas owns VM, and Joss Whedon owns BtVS
Warnings/Spoilers: Most of VM's first season.. With Buffy, Earshot is pretty much spoiled.
AN: Written for the </font>neptunechaos  ficathon(, but is now reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally late because I suck., but at least other people seem to, as well). Raping two fandoms at once. (That's me trying to be funny, I really love the idea for the ficathon and can't wait to suck up read the other entries.) So, the canon moment was from Earshot...and I'll include it. But for the most part, "Earshot" is AU.
Other notes: Around the "Veronica and Logan are in Sunnydale" section, there are italicized thoughts. That isn't one of those "what they really mean" or "telepathic, oh my Bob!" things, more like for Buffy's POV to be in the scene, kind of. Yeah, it's hard to explain.
Characters: Logan, Veronica, Xander, Buffy, etc
Summary: The beaches of Neptune, CA are frequented by too many people who know the Echolls and Mars names. Sunnydale, CA, on the other hand? Yeah, that would work.

 

That's all of the first chapter, folks. Feedback is loved and cherished.

Title Apocalypse, How? (2/?)
Author: Anon-a-ficcer
Disclaimer: Claim to the convoluted plot? Check. Possible bastardization of the characters we all know and love? Check! Ownership of said characters? Big red 'X'. Damn.
Word Count: 2780
Summary: If this wasn't the most pointless waste of Veronica's time ever, she didn't know what was.
Spoilers: None.
Timeline: Any time in the second season, basically. No matter what I say, I pretty much make it AU. :p
Rating: R, for cussing.
AN: Thanks to my beta-toasters: liz_will_ow and the_quandary! I incoporated a summary of Logan's chapter one reactions mina_murray left in a comment. I needed another source of humor. :P
Feedback is love, cookies, marshmallows, and promises.

Previous chapter here.

( 5, 4, 3, 2- What are you waiting for? )

Title: As Far As You're Concerned
Pairing: Mac/Dick
Word Count: Around 536
Rating: R to NC-17
Spoilers: Clearly the finale.
Warnings: This is my first attempt at anything resembling smut, so here's to firsts. ;p
AN: This was actually the first fic I intended to post, but then I realized it wasn't quite finished. Now almost a month later, I decided to add a few lines at the end so that I could really consider it worthy of a rewrite later. Or something. Any mistakes are mine since the_quandary was my brave little beta-toaster and can't control me.
Summary: ( They are somewhere between what-the-fuck-am-I-doing? sex and using the physical to solve the mental, but the limbo is better than nothing. )

Title: Expected and Unexpected
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas? Who's that?
Rating: PG-13?
Word Count: 1014
Warnings/Spoilers: Okay, so Lilly's dead, and I don't make any hints about who did it, even though everyone's goat knows by now. I'd say this is meant to be set around the pilot episode.
Characters/Pairings: Lilly, mentions of Logan/Veronica and Lilly/OC
Summary: ( Lilly's death wasn't what she thought it would be. )

Title: Apocalpyse, How?
Disclaimer: Pah-ha. Like they're mine.
Summary: It's the end of the world as he knows it, but he feels just fine.
Rating: R. Lots of cussing, and fairly disturbing image-y words.
AN: Zombies can be mixed in with any fandom if you try hard enough. This is at Level "Half-Ass" on the Trying scale, but hey, if that works...;p Also, there may be some things that seem kind of flippant in this fic. Personally, I like a little humor with my drama/action/horror/whatever, but some people don't. If you see mistakes I'd love to know. :)




( Apocalpyse, How? )

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