Last one of the night: Rulesverse Wesley/Illyria festive ficlet

[brutti_ma_buoni]

(In case you're wondering, I got stuck with all my fic on the wrong device over the weekend. Now it is freee, and I'm not really around for the next couple of nights. Hence, spamming. Which ends here.)

When I asked for prompts, young snogged frivolously prompted me back my own Femslash minis prompt: Illyria, santa hat. You know, the one I was trying to

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[spikereader]

Lovely.

[brutti_ma_buoni]

Thank you!

[waddiwasiwitch]

Aw. This was so nice.

[brutti_ma_buoni]

Thank you! I love them and their painful dysfunction. :)

[slaymesoftly]

Awwww - loved that. Took me a second to remember why they'd have an interest in the babies, then it all came back to me. :)

[brutti_ma_buoni]

*G* It's been such a long time with the Rulesverse. But I'm glad to have written something that brought them back to you.

[rebcake]

The children don't like to touch you. They know you are different. They feel the chill of your skin, and it bothers them the way Spike's never does.

And yet, to paraphrase Pratchett, they'd sit on her lap gladly if there were a dolly in it for them. Little mercenaries. Which doesn't make them any less excellent as children, mind.

Illyria is just as clear-eyed as Sir Terry, I think, and can see the futility and the fun all at the same time. Bless.

[brutti_ma_buoni]

*g* Indeed.

[snickfic]

Awww. That's lovely. I've missed Wes/Illyria, and the Rulesverse. <3

[brutti_ma_buoni]

Oh, me too. Don't know what more to do with them, in a larger, plottier sense, but happy to touch base at Christmas.