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The Golden Boy. A Pern/BtVS AU fic... (1/3)
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stormwreath posted a Pern/'After the Fall' crossover fic: Angel and the Dragon (spoilers for the preview). This was a lovely fic with excellent portrayals of F'lar, Lessa and Angel, and how their worlds might collide. I, however, had also been bitten by a Pern plotbunny. But mine wasn't a crossover in the proper sense... oh no. Instead I followed in the proud tradition of every 14-year-old ff.net writer (and I did consider posting it there under a different name), and turned our beloved BtVS characters into dragonriders... But then, wasn't Angel *made* to be a bronze rider? All that arrogance and I-know-best, it's a *perfect* fit. Still, I know that in posting this I am destroying any shred of self-respect I might ever have possesed - because this truly is crack!fic of the highest order. (Parents have gone out for the day - wrote this down in like half an hour. Un-beta'd. And I doubt I'll ever dare show my face on LJ again. But it was too much fun to leave alone.)
No spoilers for anything, but if you're not familiar with Anne McCaffrey's work this will make NO sense. Trust me.
The Golden Boy
Although the sands of the Hatching Ground were almost scorching his feet through the sturdy boots, Angel barely noticed the heat. Elation and nervousness were warring within him, and he could scarcely believe that this day had finally come - the day he had been looking forward to his whole life. He wondered from which of the large mottled eggs would emerge his future companion - his very own bronze. He was sure he would Impress a bonze - after all he was descended from a long line of bronze riders. He looked round at the loose circle and smiled at his friends, knowing that they all shared his feelings.
Then his eyes came to rest on Spike, and for a moment he couldn’t help frowning. Spike who, along with half a dozen other youngsters, had been found on Search. A Holder’s son, self-assured and charming, who had been the talk of the Weyr for a whole week now. ‘Oh he’s sure to Impress a bronze!’ they all said, ‘The dragons all took to him!’ And the girls had more than followed suit - fawning over the boy’s pretty blue eyes, chiselled cheekbones and blonde hair, nearly burned white by the sun. None of this however was a problem for Angel - there were more than enough eggs, and he knew perfectly well what it was like to fend off the attentions of the fairer sex. What set his teeth on edge was the fact that Spike didn’t seem to care - didn’t seem to understand the immense honour that was being bestowed upon him. Mostly the boy appeared to look upon the experience as nothing more than a welcome holiday, and was apparently utterly unconcerned with dragon kind in general and the Hatching in particular.
Angel saw him suddenly smile and wave, and, following Spike’s look, saw a beautiful blonde young woman wave back to the youngster from the galleries, before blowing him a kiss.
Taking a deep breath, Angel forced his mind away from the golden wonder and instead looked across the sand to where the three Queen eggs laid, surrounded by two dozen girls in simple tunics... Catching Cordelia’s eyes he smiled widely. She would Impress a Queen, he knew it. Watching her now she still took his breath away - the way the tunic seemed to mould itself to her body, highlighting her gorgeous figure... Her proud stance, head held high - she could take on Lessa herself, he was sure of it.
Then one of the eggs in front of him started to rock in earnest and all other things fled his mind.
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How could something so incredible and life-altering be so swift? Angel had no idea - all he knew was that this day was everything he had hoped - and more besides. So much more. He had never understood just how correct the word ‘impression’ was - the way his dragon, in what could not have lasted more than a split-second, had become a part of him. He gazed into the bronze’s eye, which was swirling with all the colours of the rainbow, and only dimly began to become aware of his surroundings when his new partner declared himself to be hungry - starving actually - and where would there be some food?
Angel looked up, just in time to see the first golden egg break apart and witness as the awkward fledgling headed straight for Cordelia. Her face split in the widest smile he had ever seen, and he could feel their future falling into place - this was destiny.
Then the second egg cracked and, after a worried moment of searching, the little queen nudged a skinny, gawky-looking girl from down South, whose name escaped Angel. He’d thought her too timid, when he’d seen her the day before, only such that was the wonder of dragons - they could see what lay hidden inside.
But then his dragon began complaining again, and he turned, noticing that most of his friends were already leaving with their very own fledglings. As he watched, the last mottled egg broke to reveal a lively blue. Soon however it had found a partner - the slightly chubby boy next to Spike - and the two of them set off, the boy talking excitedly to his new best friend. Angel eyed Spike warily... despite all the predictions he had not Impressed, but he didn’t seem at all worried or upset, his attention now on the golden eggs - or possibly the girls surrounding them. When a green rider came to take him out, he shook his head, asking if he could stay and watch the last queen hatch.
Despite the pleas for food, that were now getting louder, Angel turned again to see what would happen with the last queen, as she tried to daintily step out of her shell, swinging her head from side to side, looking at the girls in front of her. And then... none of them would seem to fit. The little queen cried piteously, as she stumbled from one to the other, and Angel held his breath - what happened now? There had been plenty for her to choose from.
Then suddenly Spike nimbly ran past him, before stopping a respectful distance from the dragon and her very sharp talons.
“Look Love, don’t worry - there’s plenty of pretty girls up there in the stalls for you...”
Slowly his voice drifted off and the queen began crooning in delight. Spike took two faltering steps forward before falling to his knees, throwing his arms around the beast’s golden neck.
Then, tears in his eyes, he looked around and said, “She says her name is Buffieth!”
Angel felt like the world had suddenly started spinning. He had heard the stories of what had happened when Jaxom had Impressed Ruth... but surely the silence couldn’t have been as deafening as now?
Part 2.
stormwreath posted a Pern/'After the Fall' crossover fic: Angel and the Dragon (spoilers for the preview). This was a lovely fic with excellent portrayals of F'lar, Lessa and Angel, and how their worlds might collide. I, however, had also been bitten by a Pern plotbunny. But mine wasn't a crossover in the proper sense... oh no. Instead I followed in the proud tradition of every 14-year-old ff.net writer (and I did consider posting it there under a different name), and turned our beloved BtVS characters into dragonriders... But then, wasn't Angel *made* to be a bronze rider? All that arrogance and I-know-best, it's a *perfect* fit. Still, I know that in posting this I am destroying any shred of self-respect I might ever have possesed - because this truly is crack!fic of the highest order. (Parents have gone out for the day - wrote this down in like half an hour. Un-beta'd. And I doubt I'll ever dare show my face on LJ again. But it was too much fun to leave alone.)No spoilers for anything, but if you're not familiar with Anne McCaffrey's work this will make NO sense. Trust me.
Although the sands of the Hatching Ground were almost scorching his feet through the sturdy boots, Angel barely noticed the heat. Elation and nervousness were warring within him, and he could scarcely believe that this day had finally come - the day he had been looking forward to his whole life. He wondered from which of the large mottled eggs would emerge his future companion - his very own bronze. He was sure he would Impress a bonze - after all he was descended from a long line of bronze riders. He looked round at the loose circle and smiled at his friends, knowing that they all shared his feelings.
Then his eyes came to rest on Spike, and for a moment he couldn’t help frowning. Spike who, along with half a dozen other youngsters, had been found on Search. A Holder’s son, self-assured and charming, who had been the talk of the Weyr for a whole week now. ‘Oh he’s sure to Impress a bronze!’ they all said, ‘The dragons all took to him!’ And the girls had more than followed suit - fawning over the boy’s pretty blue eyes, chiselled cheekbones and blonde hair, nearly burned white by the sun. None of this however was a problem for Angel - there were more than enough eggs, and he knew perfectly well what it was like to fend off the attentions of the fairer sex. What set his teeth on edge was the fact that Spike didn’t seem to care - didn’t seem to understand the immense honour that was being bestowed upon him. Mostly the boy appeared to look upon the experience as nothing more than a welcome holiday, and was apparently utterly unconcerned with dragon kind in general and the Hatching in particular.
Angel saw him suddenly smile and wave, and, following Spike’s look, saw a beautiful blonde young woman wave back to the youngster from the galleries, before blowing him a kiss.
Taking a deep breath, Angel forced his mind away from the golden wonder and instead looked across the sand to where the three Queen eggs laid, surrounded by two dozen girls in simple tunics... Catching Cordelia’s eyes he smiled widely. She would Impress a Queen, he knew it. Watching her now she still took his breath away - the way the tunic seemed to mould itself to her body, highlighting her gorgeous figure... Her proud stance, head held high - she could take on Lessa herself, he was sure of it.
Then one of the eggs in front of him started to rock in earnest and all other things fled his mind.
How could something so incredible and life-altering be so swift? Angel had no idea - all he knew was that this day was everything he had hoped - and more besides. So much more. He had never understood just how correct the word ‘impression’ was - the way his dragon, in what could not have lasted more than a split-second, had become a part of him. He gazed into the bronze’s eye, which was swirling with all the colours of the rainbow, and only dimly began to become aware of his surroundings when his new partner declared himself to be hungry - starving actually - and where would there be some food?
Angel looked up, just in time to see the first golden egg break apart and witness as the awkward fledgling headed straight for Cordelia. Her face split in the widest smile he had ever seen, and he could feel their future falling into place - this was destiny.
Then the second egg cracked and, after a worried moment of searching, the little queen nudged a skinny, gawky-looking girl from down South, whose name escaped Angel. He’d thought her too timid, when he’d seen her the day before, only such that was the wonder of dragons - they could see what lay hidden inside.
But then his dragon began complaining again, and he turned, noticing that most of his friends were already leaving with their very own fledglings. As he watched, the last mottled egg broke to reveal a lively blue. Soon however it had found a partner - the slightly chubby boy next to Spike - and the two of them set off, the boy talking excitedly to his new best friend. Angel eyed Spike warily... despite all the predictions he had not Impressed, but he didn’t seem at all worried or upset, his attention now on the golden eggs - or possibly the girls surrounding them. When a green rider came to take him out, he shook his head, asking if he could stay and watch the last queen hatch.
Despite the pleas for food, that were now getting louder, Angel turned again to see what would happen with the last queen, as she tried to daintily step out of her shell, swinging her head from side to side, looking at the girls in front of her. And then... none of them would seem to fit. The little queen cried piteously, as she stumbled from one to the other, and Angel held his breath - what happened now? There had been plenty for her to choose from.
Then suddenly Spike nimbly ran past him, before stopping a respectful distance from the dragon and her very sharp talons.
“Look Love, don’t worry - there’s plenty of pretty girls up there in the stalls for you...”
Slowly his voice drifted off and the queen began crooning in delight. Spike took two faltering steps forward before falling to his knees, throwing his arms around the beast’s golden neck.
Then, tears in his eyes, he looked around and said, “She says her name is Buffieth!”
Angel felt like the world had suddenly started spinning. He had heard the stories of what had happened when Jaxom had Impressed Ruth... but surely the silence couldn’t have been as deafening as now?
Part 2.
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OMG, I can't believe you went there. :D Hysterical!
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I'm afraid once the idea had hit me I quite simply couldn't help myself. And it's made me giggle at very inappropriate times ever since I first thought of it. Thank you so much for reading, btw - it's wonderful to be able to share my insanity. :D
(Spuffieth4eva!)
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Er, no! I wasn't a Pern fangirl back in middle school. Why would you think so? :D
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Um, thanks for reading! :)
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You are evil. I like that in a person. I have quite the grin on my face right now from this, and as I have yet to finish my first cup of coffee, this is quite the achievement.
Yay for crack!fic. Yay for Pern (or at least old school Pern...sigh). Yay for crossovers! (I am always sad AM's work is on the banned list at most crossover sites as she has embraced the fanfic ideas of Anne Rice.) I will now be your enabler for providing more crack. After your 'rents are gone of course.
Also, what is Angel's dragon's name? And how are you going to make an honorific out of his name. I have no patience this early in the morning. *vibrates with fannish glee*
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Hee!
You are evil. I like that in a person.
*cackels*
I have quite the grin on my face right now from this, and as I have yet to finish my first cup of coffee, this is quite the achievement.
I am very proud. I am sure it looks just like the grin that's been on my face for a couple of days now...
Yay for crack!fic. Yay for Pern (or at least old school Pern...sigh). Yay for crossovers!
Amen! :)
I will now be your enabler for providing more crack. After your 'rents are gone of course.
Bwah! Thank you. There'll probably only be two more parts, so I might get it out of my system fairly swiftly... (after parents have left of course.)
Also, what is Angel's dragon's name? And how are you going to make an honorific out of his name.
I'm not sure what the dragon is called (yet). I have an idea, but I'm not sure it works... And I think Angel will have to become N'gel. That sounds OK, right?
*vibrates with fannish glee*
Fannish glee is the best kind of glee there is! [it feels so gooooood to have this out there. I am not alone!] (Incidentally my mother adores the Pern books, but doesn't have a clue about BtVS, so sadly I can't show her my wonderful writing...)
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Spike's a big girl, and we all know it.
Now I want to know what happens next.
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Um... salt liquorice?
Spike's a big girl, and we all know it.
He prefers to call it 'being openminded'.
Now I want to know what happens next.
Coming as soon as parents leave... so next week sometime.
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::grins:: Thank *you*! I love sharing the funny... :)
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You got the Anne McCaffrey style spot-on; and I liked all the little details, such as the explanation for Spike's hair. :-)
I got who your other queenrider was, but who were the chubby boy (Xander? Jonathan?) and the blonde girl who waved to Spike? (Can't be Buffy, she's a dragon. Er, you know what I mean. Harmony?)
More!
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;) I couldn't not write it...
You got the Anne McCaffrey style spot-on
You think so? Thank you! I didn't even really try, what with writing in such a hurry. But I did skim a chapter or two this morning...
I liked all the little details, such as the explanation for Spike's hair. :-)
Well he's not Spike if he doesn't have white hair! No idea what he uses for hairgel though.
who were the chubby boy (Xander? Jonathan?) and the blonde girl who waved to Spike?
Chubby boy was no one in particular (could be Jonathan, yes, although Angel would probably have described him as 'short' *g*), and the blonde girl was indeed Harmony (she's Spike's cousin btw). I wanted people to think it was Buffy - misleading and all that!
More!
As soon as the guests are gone, I promise. As well as finishing AYW+1 and putting the final touches on my
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Squee! Thank you! :)
Please, please write more.
No worries, it'll com as soon as I have a spare moment... *is way too addicted for own good*
I want Spike and Buffieth and see what happens when Buffieth rises!
That's the question isn't it? *g*
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*grins* Sweet, sweet crack is so much fun! :)
This could lead to all sorts of naughtiness.
Indeed it could!
Thank you I've got all the books and now her son is writing them with his own slant on things and I love his story of the watchwheyr.
I've read most of them (except the new ones), but my mother has them ALL, so at some point I'll borrow the new ones off her.
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You know, it's the second Pern fic I read today. This morning I didn't even know about the existence of Pern but thanks to you and Steven I discover a new universe.
I have a friend who is a big Harry Potter fan although she hasn't read a single HP book. She preferes fanfics. It seems that I'll become a Pern fan the same way. :))))
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Yay!
This morning I didn't even know about the existence of Pern but thanks to you and Steven I discover a new universe.
Such are the joys of LJ! I have a cartoon series on my birthday list that I came across thanks to cat-macros...
It seems that I'll become a Pern fan the same way. :))))
Hee. If you want to try out the real stuff, you should read Dragonflight, Dragonquest, The White Dragon and All the Weyrs on Pern (in that order). There's also Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern and Dragonsdawn (both prequels). Those are the best ones - the rest are... hit and miss. Haven't read the new ones though, by her son, so can't comment.
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And F'lar isn't Angel. He's Robin of Sherwood! Just look at this photo and tell me that isn't him!!
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Well that's the question, isn't it? I think you might like where it ends up, because there will be a twist.
Just look at this photo and tell me that isn't him!!
Hee! Well the outfit and the hair are certainly correct!
(This is so much fun. It seem that most fannish types started out with McCaffrey.)
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::falls over. Repeatedly::
Wonderful. You've really picked up on something of McCaffrey's style there - nice details such as the whirling eyes putting it very firmly in her world. And Bronze rider Angel and Cordelia? Made in heaven.
So now we have Ang'l, or would it be 'ngel? And Sp'ke? Or would he not have an abbreviation because he's impressed a Queen? Yes, I have read most of the Pern books. The alternative would have been to have had a life and we can't be doing with that, now, can we?
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Good question. None of the queenriders ever abbreviated her name - Lessa, Brekke, Kylara, Mardra, Moreta, etc etc - but they were all women. The only female non-queen rider I know of (I've not read the later books) is Mirrim, a green rider, and she didn't abbreviate her name either.
So it's possible it's a gender-based thing; or it might be a rank thing and Mirrim was a one-off exception. As is Spike, of course, so it's really up to him what he does...
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Oh God! I certainly didn't see that one coming *g*. I've just been out for a rather tedious evening and you've cheered me up immensely with that. It's been years since I read the Pern books but the style sounded spot on.
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Hee! It's fun being crazy! :)
I've just been out for a rather tedious evening and you've cheered me up immensely with that.
My pleasure!
It's been years since I read the Pern books but the style sounded spot on.
Thank you - it must have been my subconscious at work, 'cause it certainly wasn't very deliberate.
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Yup - that's what I was after! *g*
now I'm tempted to go and reread for old time's sake.
It's like saying hello to an old friend. :)
Am loving the crack!
The crack is *very* addictive...
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Oh man, oh wow. Anne McCaffrey never went there.
But now you have to write the sequel where Spike's and Angel's dragons mate!
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*is very proud*
Oh man, oh wow. Anne McCaffrey never went there.
Pushing boundaries is a good thing, surely? ;)
But now you have to write the sequel where Spike's and Angel's dragons mate!
Waaaaaaay ahead of you! (Well I've got the story worked out, although no time to write.)
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There were always mentions of minor slash in McCaffrey's books, but this is major. Now I know why you had to obey this plot bunny.
I. Love. It.
!!!!!
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:)
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I love this... shall be back to read the rest later.
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*grins* I couldn't not write it, once I'd thought of it... Very pleased you like it, and thanks for your feedback! :)
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