“The first person to come in here is the first person I kill!” The shout emerged from behind a door, decorated with letters spelling out ‘Dawn’s Room.’ “I mean it, first come, first killed!”

“Dawn, come on, open the door, let’s talk about this.” Buffy begged. Oh, she wouldn’t admit that that was what she was doing, ( Read more... )

Title: A Peaceful Moment
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Prompt: 139-bemused for tamingthemuse 
Summary: Just a peaceful moment in the life of Spike and Xander.
Word Count: 500 exactly!

( ...A Peaceful Moment... )

Title:Opportunistic Transport
Warnings:none
Rating: PG
Prompt: 137-bleach
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Summary: Dawn is a mean girl, taking advantage of our boys.
Disclaimer: I won Xander in Spike in a raffle. No, really, why don't you believe me!     ;)

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                Spike and Xander watched together as Willow lit a circle of candles on the floor of their apartment. Once Willow had told them what her plan was, they’d taken a week to do all things on Xander’s “things I want to do before I die” list. Since unlike most people, Xander intended to still be around once he was dead, the things on his ( Read more... )

I was sort of in the mood to torture Xander. This could be the start of a longer story, I'll have to see what my muse thinks. It uses the prompt rejected for tamingthemuse .

Title: Donor Treatment
Rating: R
Warnings: torture, dark
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they belong to Joss and Mutant Enemy and other people who actually have things like money.
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( Tired )

Okay, so this is a lot darker than I usually go. A lot darker. Incorporates the prompt Delectable for tamingthemuse .

Title: Valentine Tradition
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Torture
Summary: Angelus has a Valentine's Day tradition.
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me.
Word count: 940

( Dark fic, be warned... )

I wrote a poem, just now. More of a cathartic release, trying to make sense of something that happened last semester. It was the worst time of my entire life. I'm not even really sure why I'm posting it. Disabling comments, because I wrote it for me.

( poem )

Riiing. Riiing. Riiing.

Xander groaned and pulled the pillow over his head, trying desperately to ignore the phone.

Riiing. Riiing.

It wasn’t working.

“Gah!” He felt the pillow yanked away and the phone shoved into his hand.

“Answer the bloody phone or I’ll answer it,” Spike said.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Xander pulled the phone quickly up to ( Read more... )