My Buffyholism is Showing

The 'When' of Ficcing

2009-11-08T00:29:21Z

Okay, so I'm following the crowd here. During my study break, I put all my fics/drabbles in chronological order. Wasn't easy, because a lot of them don't have a specific time setting and could feasibly occur within a one or two season span of time. But I just pegged things where I'd pictured them when writing each piece.

A lot of post-series stuff, but that's expected since most of my Spuffy is in that post-NFA happy Spuffy place. Nothing from S1 and no pre-series pieces, though. I tend to write later seasons more. Go figure.

Oh, and I've written roundabouts 127,000 words. Damn. I think that's a lot. Sounds like a lot. Makes the 3,000 words I need to write to finish the Influence revisions seem like nothing (My writing woes, let me show you them).

Some vague time during the high school years

What Giles Found in the Library - Giles/Harmony - 100 words - really, it could be anytime.

S2

Luv - Spike/Cordelia - 100 words - during School Hard
Closet: Like - Willow/Cordelia - 1,225 words - during School Hard
Closet: Curves - Willow/Cordelia - 1,311 words - after Phases

S3

Three's Company - Harmony/Faith - 100 words - during Homecoming
Fucked - Warren/Faith - 100 words - early S3
Dancing - Buffy/Faith - 100 words - during Bad Girls
Screwing Vampires - vamp!Willow/evil!Faith - 874 words - during Doppelgangland
Closet: Soap - Willow/Cordelia - 1,282 words - after Doppelgangland

S4

Closet: Different - Willow/Cordelia - 1,525 words - between IWRY and Something Blue
How Xander Got Fired From That Phone Sex Line - 285 words - well...it's before TYF...I'll stick it here
Worth It - Buffy/Spike - 3,910 words - after Superstar
Closet: Vibrations: - Willow/Cordelia - 1,530 - shortly before The Yoko Factor

Between S4 and S5

For Granted - Buffy/Riley - 100 words - I think this one can work at several different points, but this is what I specified

S5

Top to Bottom - Xander/Anya - 100 words - god only knows where this one is set. I'm saying early S5
Cooler Than You - OC, Buffy - 378 words - during NPLH
Costumes - Buffy/Spike - 1,311 words - between NPLH and Family
An Arousing Sexual Encounter Between Buffy Summers and William "Spike" Pratt - Buffy/Spike - ~500 words - Sometime in S5. Mid-S5.

Summertime between S5 and S6

The Love of a Good Bot - Buffybot/Toaster oven - 100 words - yep
Charm - Willow, Willow/Tara - 1,518 words - spans the summer there

S6

Money Expert - Anya - 150 words - this one could be set anywhere from S5 to S6, but I had early S6 in mind when I wrote it
Untitled - Buffy - 673 words - around Flooded and Life Serial
Murphy's Law - Ensemble - ~32K words so far - Technically starts during S5's The Gift, but the actual action doesn't begin until After Tabula Rasa
Lookers for Hookers - Buffy, Anya - 860 words - During Doublemeat Palace
Rut - Spike, Clem - 100 words - sometime during the Buffy/Spike affair...
Reality - Buffy/Spike - 967 words - again, during the Buffy/Spike affair
Missing Heaven - Buffy/Spike - 268 words - after Dead Things
Portents - Jenny/Tara - 100 words - between Entropy and Seeing Red

S7

Buffy Takes Responsibility - Buffy/Spike - 551 words - early S7
Digital Ghost - Willow, Willow/Tara - 705 words - after Same Time, Same Place
Rules - Dawn, Andrew - 150 words - mid S7ish
Scarlet Folds of Heaven - Spike/Andrew - 1,085 words - mid to late S7
Intimacy - Spike/Robin - 3,331 words - after LMPTM
Sexual Secrets of the Vampyre - Spike/Andrew and Buffy/Spike - 662 words - after Storyteller
Everything a Big Bad Wolf Could Want - Spike - 1,241 words - probably before Dirty Girls
Thanks - Spike/Xander - 100 words - during Dirty Girls
Bones - Buffy/Spike - 500 words - fitb fic during Chosen

Post-series

Cardboard Memorial - Spike/Andrew - 100 words - immediately post-Chosen
Twinkling - Buffy/Spike - 683 words - immediately post-Chosen
Lingering - Buffy/William - 35,374 words - post-Chosen
Watcher - Marcie/Faith - 100 words - sometime post-Chosen
Almost Baked - Buffy/Angel - 100 words - sometime during AtS S5
Telephone - Andrew, Xander, Willow, Giles, Dawn, Buffy - 1,013 words - shortly after Damage
Exposed - Minor characters - 1,569 words - during AtS S5
Director's Cut - Buffy/Spike, Andrew - 253 words - post-NFA
Strength - Buffy/Spike - 2,497 words - post-NFA
Into Morning - Buffy/Spike - ~5,000 words - post-NFA
Influence of Demons - Buffy/Spike - ~30K words so far - AU from Checkpoint and starts 5 years from that spot
Crush - Giles/OC - 100 words - sometime after the series has ended
Lotophagi - Buffy, Spike - 1,195 words - post-NFA
Loser Takes All - Buffy/Spike - 2,879 words - post-NFA Spuffy happy place
Sides - Buffy/Spike - 100 words - post-NFA Spuffy domestic bliss
Making Love Now - Buffy/Spike - 100 words - and again...
Cleaning Out the Closet - Buffy/Spike - 500 words - so, so happy...
The Hard Question - Buffy/Spike - 200 words - domestic. bliss.
Not Just For Crayons - Buffy/Spike - 200 words - post-NFA Spuffy happiness
Oral - Buffy/Spike - 100 words - See. They're happy together!
Re-Popping the Cherry - 935 words - Buffy/Spike - Domestic. Bliss.
The Smiling Girl - 600 words - Buffy/Spike - spans Buffy's lifetime post-NFA

Drabble: Not Just For Crayons

2009-10-05T21:26:23Z

Title: Not Just For Crayons
Rating: R?
Pairing: Spuffy! Most likely post-NFA because it has them happily together...
Warnings: Well, it's kinky and likely very strange. Spike is apparently a masochist in the most literal sense of the word.
Word count: 200! Faux-drabble!

This was inspired by st_salieri's wonderfully hilarious poll, specifically a comment made by gillo. I had to fudge a bit cause...well...candle wax just doesn't work for removing body hair. I think I kept with the spirit of the idea, though. :)

"You know, I still think this is the weirdest thing ever." Buffy stirred the melty wax concoction with the dollop of black ink.

"Hey," Spike reclined on the bed, already naked. "I don't make fun of your kinks. That thing with the headstone?"

"Okay, that was just a bit of curiosity."

"'Curiosity' is trying it once, not going out every other night for a month to do it."

Buffy stirred harder.

Instead of rebutting his far-too-sensemaking counterpoints, Buffy hopped on the bed and straddled her vampire. Her free hand traveled softly over his slightly fuzzy chest.

"Do you want me to flog you while doing this or something?" Buffy grinned. Just the anticipation had Spike...um...rising to the occasion. She could feel him against her clothed backside.

"Just be ready for a good fucking afterward, Slayer." His hands teased the exposed skin at her hip where her shirt didn't quite reach her jeans.

Hot ebony wax poured onto his chest. His entire body jumped slightly. Buffy reached for the muslin strip.

"Maybe..." Spike's voice was hitched. "Maybe after this we could wax away that landing strip of yours..."

Like hell. Buffy ripped the strip quickly off. Spike cried out in pleasure.

Drabble: Luv

2009-09-12T16:41:53Z

Title: Luv
Pairing: Spike/Cordelia
Setting: During S2's School Hard. Cordelia was also at the Bronze when Buffy met Spike.
Word count: 100!

Author's note: This is for penny_lane_42 who requested it...a long time ago. Hey, I'm the tortoise, okay? Slow and steady and all that jazz. I get there eventually!!!

Enjoy! :)

*

"Check out the loser."

Cordelia didn't even know what decade he had stepped out of. Bleached hair that would be obscene among any fashion-sensible people and a long mangy-looking coat that he'd probably fished out of a dumpster.

In fact, the guy probably lived with his mommy, and he only dressed up to look more bad-ass than he actually was.

He was walking toward them.

"Hello, luv." His gaze swept up and down her body. "You look delicious tonight."

He walked away.

Oh. My. God. That accent...

Cordelia turned to her girls. "Did you hear that? I'm delicious! What a hottie!"

Drabble: How Xander Got Fired From That Phone Sex Line

2009-09-06T23:13:16Z

Title: How Xander Got Fired From That Phone Sex Line
Setting: S4
Pairing: Xander/Andrew
Warning: Major geekery mixed with non-explicit naughtiness
Word count: 285. Faux-drabble!

Author's Note: Okay, so Xander's throw-away comedic line in The Yoko Factor about working at a phone sex line just begged for me to drabble about it. But I couldn't possibly fit this deliciousness in 100 words, so I fudged the laws of drabbling a bit. Come on! You know you're curious!

His first call:

"Uh...you've called 1-900-HOT-MENZ. What...er...fantasy would you like?"

"Okay, can you do a Han Solo impression?"

"What?"

"Cause I'm thinking, like, you be Han and I'll be Luke. And we can, you know, admire each other's weapons. And you'll play with my lightsaber, and be dashing and scoundrelish and it'll be so, so beautiful."

"Right...so, then, I'm Han?"

"Yes. And then, at some point, I really, really want you to say, 'Oh, I'll make this last much, much longer than twelve parsecs.'"

"Whoa whoa! No. Okay, no."

"But..."

"Listen, pal, a parsec is a measurement of distance, okay? Han Solo was a freaking idiot when he bragged about the Falcon doing the Kessel Run in under twelve parsecs. It makes absolutely no sense. We're not putting that in your sexy fantasy."

"Uh, wrong! You're forgetting the black holes from the Maw black hole cluster! His line is about how he swooped closer to the black holes and, therefore - "

"Oh my god! What type of fanboy are you? Black holes? Is any of that even in the movie?"

"Hey, my mom's not gonna be happy with all these charges on her credit card. Can we, like, get back to the call? Like, before she gets home?"

"Can't you have a normal fantasy? Like, I don't know...lumberjacks or attractive, yet completely nonexistent, vampires?"

"Okay, you've totally ruined this. My lightsaber just fizzled out. I hope you're happy, you Ewok-lover!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm so upset that I don't have to do a homoerotic Star Wars fantasy!"

The caller hung up.

Xander sighed.

Then his phone clicked back on. It was his supervisor.

"Xander, can you come to my office? Oh, and...pack up your stuff."

Drabble: Portents

2009-09-01T22:21:26Z

Title: Portents
Pairing: Tara/Jenny
Setting: During the Willow/Tara lesbian sexathon between Entropy and Seeing Red
Rating: G
Words: 100!

Author's Note: Ah, this one's for deird1. Nope, I surely haven't forgotten the drabble requests. I just got sidetracked with school. However, my time between classes gives me perfect opportunity to finish these up. So here! Enjoy!

*

"You can't trust demons." A simple statement from the dark-haired woman. She was beautiful.

"Who are you?" Tara asked. There was something in her aura...

"An old friend of Willow's."

"You're...dead?"

Brown eyes stared back at her. The answer was clear now that Tara realized it.

"Why are you in my dream?" It was a dream. That was also obvious. Tara was sleeping now with Willow. Picking up the pieces after everything had broken down into chaos. A new start.

The woman extended a hand to ghost a caress down her cheek.

"To let you know...you can't trust humans, either."

Drabble: Three's Company

2009-08-20T18:01:11Z

Title: Three's Company
Pairing: Harmony/Faith
Setting: During S3's Homecoming (Specifically during the Homecoming dance)
Word count: 100!

Author's note: Ack, this one stumped me for a while. On my call out for drabble prompts, dontgetanyolder requested Harmony/Faith. Oddly, Harmony/Giles was easier. Anyway, enjoy. :)

*

"Come on, Harmony! Just think about it?" Devon glanced at Chrissie McKibben who was wearing a barely-there slip of a dress.

"No way! I told you. If we're gonna add another person it's gonna be a boy. Otherwise...ew! I'd have to do stuff with a girl. Gross!"

"I think you mean 'hot'."

"Nuh-uh!" Harmony rolled her eyes.

Across the gym Harmony saw some girl approach Scott Hope and his date. A new girl. Harmony hadn't seen her before. Dark hair, great body, a sexy attitude sending off enticing vibes. Kind of hot.

Harmony looked back at Devon. "On second thought..."

Drabble: What Giles Found in the Library

2009-08-07T00:49:25Z

Title: What Giles Found in the Library
Pairing: Giles/Harmony, sometime during high school

Author's Note: And this is at ms_scarletibis' request. It's a drabble. Really! 100 words! Okay, you may quibble on whether it counts or not, but I'm calling it a drabble. *sticks tongue out* Also, this may be a handy reference for anybody who wasn't a teenage girl during the 90s.

Drabble: Fucked

2009-08-03T21:44:10Z

Title: Fucked
Setting: Sometime in S3
Word count: 100 words. True drabble!

Author's note: Eowyn's gonna be like "No! Drabbles!" since I'm posting two so close together. Oh well. I'd been working on them over the weekend and finally got them both polished and finished. This one's for saena17. Enjoy! :)

*

Warren was a man now. He'd had sex.

Real sex.

It was mind-blowing. His mind was blown. It was life-changing. Everything was different now. He was a man.

And the girl...what a girl! Coming out of nowhere while he was walking home, pawing at him, begging for him. He'd put it to her. Proven himself. Fucked her good.

She was leaving now. No sooner finished than she was gathering her clothes to go.

He sat up when she reached the door, "What was your name again?"

She half-turned with a cocky grin. "It's Faith. I'll look you up sometime, kay?"

Drabble: Rules

2009-08-03T20:45:01Z

Title: Rules
Characters: Dawn, Andrew in S7
Word count: 150 words. Faux drabble.

Author's note: And another drabble request. This one from peroxidepirate. Hope you enjoy!

Dawn dropped her Cheeto on the floor.

"Five second rule!" she called while leaning over to pick it up.

Andrew watched, horrified, as she popped it into her mouth.

Johnny Mnemonic went ignored.

"You just ate that," Andrew said.

"Yep. It's still good if you get it within five seconds." Dawn patted her stomach. "Mmmmm."

"That's horse manure! Those little floor germs are, like, instant! Haven't you seen Outbreak?"

"What do monkeys have to do with anything?"

"This is how epidemics start!" Andrew protested.

"From Cheetos on the carpet?"

Andrew pulled the bag of Cheetos closer to him. "Just don't touch me. Or breathe on me."

As Andrew returned his attention to the movie, Dawn waited until he brought a cheesy twisted Cheeto to his mouth. She reached over and smacked his hand, sending the morsel to the carpet.

Andrew looked up at her in shock. She smiled.

"Five seconds."

Drabble: Rut

2009-07-31T21:33:32Z

Title: Rut
Characters: Spike and Clem on a guys' night out.
Setting: Sometime during S6
Word count: 100!

Author's Note: This one's for xlivvielockex. :)

*

"Spike, do you think we're stuck in a rut?"

"What?"

"Well, we come to this same bar every night. You complain about Buffy. I listen sympathetically. Then we go back to your crypt and watch the Hallmark channel - "

"No, you watch the Hallmark channel. I make fun of you."

"I think we need to do something different, Spike. A change in scenery, maybe? I was thinking a vacation. There's some lovely bed and breakfasts over on the east coast. And they're by the ocean. You know I love the ocean. What do you think?"

"...have another drink, Clem."

Drabble: Watcher

2009-07-30T03:41:06Z

Title: Watcher
Pairing: Marcie/Faith
Setting: Post-Chosen
Word count: 100! TRUE DRABBLE!

Author's Note: This one's for urania_calliope from my callout for unusual prompts. Hope you enjoy it, hon! And ms_scarletibis, yours is coming! It's just a little...different, so it's taking more time than usual. :)

*

The US government became understandably concerned when notable numbers of super-strength teenage girls began to pop up around the country. The lizard-brains at the top almost choked on their cigars at some of the stories being told.

They only had the faintest hint of background on the phenomenon, thanks to not-classified-enough reports by the now-defunct Initiative.

Slayers.

Oh, yeah, the suits were drowning in their own nervous sweat at the thought. After the discovery came the predictably unproductive panic.

Then they called her department.

Marcie watched her newly-acquired target tussle with a vampire.

Faith Lehane.

Huh. She was kinda cute...

Drabble: Oral

2009-07-02T20:07:52Z

Title: Oral
Pairing: Spike/Buffy post-NFA
Rating: I have no clue how to rate this for suggestive innuendo. Um...PG-13?
Warnings: See Rating
Word Count: 100 words. Another genuine drabble
Summary: Buffy, being the innocent she is, never tried new things until she met Spike.

Author's Note: I have no explanation for this. It's not prompted by anything. I can't point the finger at anyone else. My brain would not let me not write this. And, you know, I have no doubt this has probably been done before. But I haven't seen it, and my dirty mind won't let this go. So here.

"Just put it in your mouth, pet. That's how you start it."

"I can do that. Uh...then what?"

"Well, then you give a little suck."

"Ew."

"Trust me. You'll like it."

"Right. You say I'll like it just cause you like it."

"It's popular for a reason."

"It seems kinda gross. And messy. And what am I getting out of it again?"

Spike sighed. "It makes you feel good. It tastes good. It looks fucking sexy."

"Okay, weird."

"Just, trust me. It's good to try new things, yeah?"

Buffy rolled her eyes and put the cigarette between her lips.

Drabble: Top to Bottom

2009-06-30T09:11:13Z

Title: Top to Bottom
Pairing: Xander/Anya
Rating: R for general naughtiness
Warnings: Non-explicit kinky bondage fun!
Word count: 100 words; it's a true drabble.

Author's note: Insomnia sucks. Except when it prompts me to finally write this out. An idea I'd had bouncing around for a while. Yay.

Xander smiled as he leaned towards her and began tying the crotch rope.

"Xander Harris, what are you doing? If you tie me up like this, you won't be able to penetrate me in a pleasurable fashion. Plus, you're making it all loose and limp. And I don't like limp things during sex."

Xander stepped back. "Anya, we agreed that I could top this time."

Anya straightened her leather bra. "But it's not working. You're not dominating, and I don't feel at all submissive."

Xander sighed and handed the rope over to Anya. He was more of a butt-monkey anyway.

Drabble: The Hard Question

2009-05-28T17:51:39Z

Sweet Jesus. Ambien is like a miraculous sleeping drug. *huggles new drug*

Anyway, I'm gonna be heading out to an anime convention later today and will only have sporadic access to the internet through the weekend. Here's a pseudo-drabble (200 words) for now.

Title: The Hard Question
Pairing: Spuffy post-NFA happiness

It was the afterglow. That calm, peaceful moment after a vigorous round of...love-making.

Buffy frowned, hand idly stroking Spike's well-muscled, yet compact, chest. "Spike? I have a question."

"Yeah?"

"Well, vampires don't have circulation, right? Like, blood circulation. Your blood just stays all...stay-y."

"Uh-huh."

"So how do you...you know?" She was glad he couldn't see her face in their current position.

"No, I don't know, pet. How do I what?"

"Get 'it' up?"

There was a pause.

"Would you rather I didn't?"

"No! No, it's a good, good thing that you...manage to do that. I was just...wondering how." Her voice diminished as she realized just how dumb she sounded.

Buffy squeaked as Spike jerked her body closer up against his, forcing her head up to look at him. He looked mischievous.

"Well, I manage to do it because you're just so fucking sexy, luv."

"That's not really an answer." She was quickly becoming distracted by his hands caressing her body.

"How 'bout we worry if it doesn't work sometime?"

She gasped as his hand reached her...private area. However it happened, it was definitely working now. The hard evidence was pressing into her hip.

Buffy decided it wasn't that important anyway.

Drabble: Money Expert

2009-05-25T02:25:30Z

Title: Money Expert
Character: Anya

Author's Note: My final drabble! This one's for snickfic who wanted a drabble wherein Anya is awesome. I think you need to have had some experience in retail to fully appreciate this one, but it should be amusing nonetheless. Also, this one couldn't be done in 100 words. So I cheated. It's 150 words.

*

"$4.54 is your change. Have a magical day!"

"Hold on. You owe me ten more dollars. I gave you a twenty."

"Don't be ridiculous. Are you saying I made a mistake? Are you the one that works with money all day? Are you a secret money expert? I do this for a living, and I know when someone gives me a ten. Where do you get off saying I made a mistake?"

"Well, you did - "

"Don't come into my store and throw around accusations like that! I insist you leave. You've insulted me, and you'll get no more rue herb. Don't come back here again."

Anya watched as the customer gave up and left. After the bell finished singing her exit, Anya opened her register to inspect her drawer. She had several twenties...and no tens.

She shrugged and wrote on her sales' ledger: "Customer made a $10 donation".

Drabble: For Granted

2009-05-24T08:58:37Z

Title: For Granted
Pairing: Buffy/Riley fluff set...well...anytime really. Let's say it's the interim between S4 and S5.

Author's Note: And another from my drabble meme. This one's for mabus101. I hope he enjoys. :)

*

He was sitting across from her. Her muscled soldier-boy. She grinned. Her own personal GI Joe. Completely posable and ready for action. Oh yeah. With hard biceps and triceps and...other ceps. Soft skin belied the armor, though. Her soldier wasn't all hard. He had his soft, fluffy parts. A delicate, sentimental smile. An impossibly tender touch. Friendly demeanor. He was a sexy mix of normal and soldier.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

His question took her by surprise. She'd been staring, probably with a goofy grin on her face. Best not to let him know her silly thoughts about him.

"Just Slaying-stuff."

Drabble: Thanks

2009-05-16T06:55:01Z

Title: Thanks
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Setting: The end of Dirty Girls

Author's Note: This one's for lusciousxander who wanted a Spander drabble during Dirty Girls. It's not overly-slashy. More affectionate friendshippy. But I hope she enjoys it.

*

"I brought you some doughnuts. Thought you'd appreciate the irony." Spike dropped the box on the bedside table and sat next to Xander's bed. "How you feeling?"

"I feel like my eye got gouged out by some evil priest guy," Xander replied.

"Well, at least you're in good spirits."

Xander frowned. The world seemed smaller when looked at with only one eye. His world had shrunk. This bothered him. "I guess I need to thank you," Xander said.

"Yeah, some gratitude might be needed here."

"So...thanks for keeping my other eye from getting gouged out."

Spike smiled. "You're worth it."

Drabble: Cleaning Out the Closet

2009-05-12T01:22:36Z

Title: Cleaning Out the Closet
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
Setting: Post-NFA happy Spuffy coupleness

Author's Note: My last one for the spuffy_wonder drabble prompt (The prompt for this one was "Discovery"). Bit happier than the other two I posted for that comm. Enjoy.

It was time for Spring Cleaning and Buffy was clearing out the closet, trash bag on one side of her and feather duster on the other with a vacuum at ready. Spike was pacing behind her, talking about his latest demon scrape.

"And so he said, 'Hey, you're the Slayer's bitch.' And I said, 'Hey, mate, I'm no one's bitch.' And then he showed his teeth, big nasty things like a dental nightmare, and was all, 'Well, prove it.' And then I hit him with that one punch. You know the one, luv. The left swing that knocked that bloke's teeth out that one time."

"Yeah," she said, only half-paying attention. Instead, she was getting to the bottom of a huge pile of old papers that probably should have been filed away somewhere but were instead going to get shredded and tossed. Buffy wasn't big on the record-keeping. Dawn would disapprove if she were there.

There was a book underneath it all. It had obviously been there a while as it had left an indentation in the carpet beneath. It was unmarked on the outside, and Buffy's eyes widened as she opened it up.

"So that's when the smaller demon jumped in. Like a little munchkin clawing at my legs. I kicked that one in the - "

"Spike, honey? What's this?" Buffy interrupted, leafing through the worn pages.

Spike abruptly stopped his story as he realized what Buffy was holding.

"Uh...that - "

"This is all poetry. About me." She knew he had dabbled in poetry, but she didn't know he'd written so much of it. And so extensively. And...

Stolen tastes of paradise whilst under Cupid's spell

"Hey, this one's dated 2000. How far back do these go?"

With a speed only a vampire could have, Spike snatched the journal from her, shutting it and walking across the room defensively. "Weren't planning on showing you those anytime soon, luv. Some are a bit...intense."

She stared up at him from her place on the floor, surprised at his reaction. He was embarrassed. That was...just so cute.

She stood, gingerly walking around the piles of junk cleaned out from the closet. Spike watched her warily.

"Finish helping me clean this all out," she said. "Then, could you read me some?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You want me to read it to you?"

"Yeah. I mean, we can start with some of the light stuff, if you want. But...you know I don't mind 'intense'." She grinned. "Especially if you use your sexy voice."

There was a time when everything she did with Spike was wrong. Now his genuine smile let her know she was finally getting things right. He nodded, placing the journal on the nearby dresser and stepping forward to grab one of the garbage bags.

He paused. "You know they all pretty much say the same thing."

"What's that?"

"I love you. Just...some say it in a rather roundabout, hostile way."

She laughed. "I looked forward to hearing it."

Drabble: Bones

2009-05-05T01:11:40Z

Title: Bones
Setting: During the "fade to black" scene of Chosen
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #05. Hope
Another for the spuffy_wonder drabble challenge.

Author's Note: My, it's been a long day. I've been getting some good work done on my fics. But I also found I had to write this. I know it's common to do "fill in the blank" Spuffy fics, as it were, for their last night together in Chosen. This is my version. Enjoy. :)

"So...we gonna talk?"

Buffy glanced across the bunk at Spike. Right. Last night before the apocalypse and she'd come down here to...what, exactly? She wasn't even sure herself. She just somehow knew that this was where she wanted to spend her last night.

He was still waiting for an answer. Okay, yeah, he was acting casual, but she could see the tension in his muscles.

"I think I just wanted to be with you tonight," she said, looking down at her hands. Her head snapped up as her mind processed her own words. "Not...I mean, not like that. Not that I don't like you like that anymore, but I mean...you and I...it might be a not so good thing. I just meant in a companionable sense of being and feel free to stop me at any time..."

"Dunno. Think it's more interesting watching you get all flustered." He looked away from her, gazing into the bleak darkness. "Though I'd rather not spend the night with you doing that. Be too much like you throwing me a bone."

"Throwing you a bone?"

He locked eyes with her, trying to act cavalier with a shrug. "Might be the end of the world tomorrow, right? Don't want you shagging me cause you feel obligated to or whatnot. Not my idea of a perfect evening."

"I'm not here because I feel obligated," she denied. "Obligated" had been her rescuing him from the basement so many months ago. This...this went beyond "obligation" now.

"Why are you here, then?"

Why did her heart get louder? It knew what she was trying to put off. She couldn't put it off any longer, though. He had to know. Now. Take a breath.

"Spike, I lo-"

"No!" He jumped up from his seat as if shocked, walking several paces away from the cot.

Buffy frowned. "Would you just let me finish?"

"No, Buffy, no." His voice was earnest. "After all these years of hoping and trying and wishing and...giving up on this, you can't tell me this now. The bone, pet. There's no way it could be real unless you tell me when we're not thinking we're all gonna die tomorrow."

"But it's true."

His expression softened. "Then wait. Wait and tell me when we get out of this."

"But you believe me, right?"

He gave her a cocky grin. "I will once we've saved the world."

She sighed. That was as good as she could get for now. She couldn't blame him for being resistant. It did seem flaky for her to confess her feelings at this time. Timing. She had to work on timing.

"So," he stepped closer to her. "Why are you here, again?"

Ah, yes. That question. She wanted to love him. She'd hoped to give him everything that he wouldn't accept right now. But he was right. It wasn't fair to do that tonight. She couldn't ask that of him.

"Could you just hold me?" she finally asked.

Spike smiled. "Till I'm dust, luv."

Drabble: Crush

2009-05-04T04:43:48Z

Title: Crush
Pairing: Giles/OC post-Chosen

Author's Note: This one's for peroxidepirate who wanted somebody falling for Giles in S7 or later. I tried thinking of something with an existing character, but couldn't make it work. So it's an OC. Hey, whatever's necessary to give Giles some love. :)

*

Mr. Giles wasn't around much. The word was that he'd gone into semi-retirement.

However, Natalie looked forward to those few times he had come in. She'd just turned 42 when she'd discovered her powers. Being a Slayer beat being a librarian and shelving books all day.

So, yes, she looked forward to Mr. Giles' visits. She could talk to him in a way she couldn't with the younger girls. He was intelligent, funny, charming, and had an adorable smile.

Who was she kidding? She was crushing on him like an obsessed schoolgirl.

Next time, she vowed, she'd ask him out.

Drabble: Missing Heaven

2009-05-03T03:05:29Z

Title: Missing Heaven
Setting: Almost immediately after S6's Dead Things with Spike going to rest in his crypt.
Prompt: For the spuffy_wonder Drabble and Artwork Prompts' Challenge
Prompt #07. Comfort

Author's Note: Yeah, this is for the spuffy_wonder comm, but I wanted to have it archived on my on LJ, too. So here.

*

His eye was still swollen when he woke up.

Fucking bitch.

Hideous, purple bruises all over his face. She'd just left him. Demolished him and left.

He'd asked for it, though. Well, he'd asked for something. He wasn't sure if that was it, actually. That had been more than he'd bargained for.

Spike stretched as he rose from his bed. His muscles were still sore.

So much that he'd sacrificed for her. Everything. He'd give her his everything. Whatever she needed. He'd tried to be everything. And she just kept throwing it all back in his face. And spitting on him. How could it be possible to hate and love someone so much at the same time? The feelings shouldn't be mixing like that. It hurt his head, his stomach, his heart. Hell, it even hurt the gaping hole where his soul used to be.

The bottle caught his eye. It hadn't been there when he'd stumbled in to sleep off the beating. Spike snatched it up, inspecting the label. Jack Daniels. Probably the only brand she knew. There was a piece of paper lying beside it with a hastily written "Sorry" across it.

Spike sighed, opening the Jack and taking a swig. Played him like a damn teeter-totter. Back and forth. Up and down. Sometimes taking him all the way up to the sky, close to Heaven, itself. And other times...other times she ground him into the dirt, forcing him under.

Spike ripped her note to tiny pieces and went back to bed, bottle in hand. Those moments of Heaven weren't the comfort they used to be.

Drabble: The Love of a Good Bot

2009-05-02T01:45:25Z

Title: The Love of a Good Bot
Pairing: Buffybot/Toaster oven set in the interim between S5 and S6

Author's note: This one's for my dear angearia. Not quite what she had in mind, I'm sure, but it amused me, at least. I hope you enjoy it. :)

*

Spike was ignoring her. The Buffybot wished she had some way of making him feel better, but she'd run through all her programs and he still didn't smile at her.

Next time she saw him, she would just kiss him passionately. The Buffybot nodded in agreement with herself as she entered the kitchen.

SPIKE:
>SOULMATE & LOVER
>SEXY VAMPIRE
>GOOD AT EVERYTHING
>SEE C:\PROGRAM FILES\MAKE_SPIKE HAPPY

"Spike!"

Bzzzt!

"Sh-Crap! Willow! The Buffybot...it just walked in and started kissing the toaster oven. Then 'zap'!"

"Whoops. Must have gotten something crossed last time I had her open. I'll just go fix it."

Drabble: Making Love Now

2009-05-01T01:26:06Z

Title: Making Love Now
Pairing: Post-NFA Spuffy

Author's Note: Here's a drabble for xc_runner50 who wanted a post-NFA Spuffy with Buffy proposing to Spike. And apologies to peroxidepirate. I'm having to skip over your request for now due to the fact that it just doesn't want to work with me. Sorry, sweetie. I'll get to it, I promise! For now, enjoy the Spuffy. :)

*

They had just had sex. Well, made love. Buffy had to get her terminology correct. It's just that "making love" didn't seem sufficient to describe the mind-blowing, acrobatic...fucking they had done. "Making love" was soft and gentle. This had been just plain kinky.

But they loved each other.

So it was "making love".

Buffy propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at her lover. She'd been considering this for weeks, but now the moment was here and she hesitated.

But he was looking up at her.

"Spike?" She traced the line of his collarbone with her finger. "Marry me?"

Drabble: Almost Baked

2009-04-29T16:38:50Z

Title: Almost Baked
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Setting: Sometime in AtS S5

Author's note: This one's for stormwreath who's evil who asked for, among other things, Buffy/Angel cause he's evil with the prompt of "freshly-baked cookies" cause he's so evil. This is the best I could do with that. Enjoy. :)

*

Buffy was standing at his door, a plate of freshly-baked cookies held in front of her and a nervous smile on her face.

"Buffy?" Angel asked, processing the significance of her gesture.

"Just...I think the baking's done. And...this is lame, I know, but..."

The cookies smelled so good. "I'm a little surprised. I thought you'd go to Spike now that he's back. He seems convinced you two-"

"Spike's back?"

"I thought you knew-"

"Uh...never mind. I gotta go. See you, Angel!"

She was gone.

Angel sighed. She could have at least left him a cookie.

Drabble: Cardboard Memorial

2009-04-29T06:08:05Z

Title: Cardboard Memorial
Pairing: Spike/Andrew
Setting: post-Chosen

Author's note: Now here's one for ruuger (Yes, I skipped over stormwreath's request. I'll get to it in the morning. I just had to write this one now). She wanted Spike/Andrew post-Chosen. Hope you enjoy it. :)

*

It lies on the bottom of the crater that used to be Sunnydale. A piece of cardboard torn from a box with writing scrawled across it in ballpoint pen. Holes reveal the corrugation in the board where the pen had poked through. The wind steadily blows dirt onto it, burying the sign with glacial slowness. And yet, the sign remains close to that whom it honors. Hurriedly thrown there as a final sentimental thought before the school bus drove away from the city that wasn't anymore.

Thanks for saving the world, Spike. You were really cool.

All my love,
Andrew