I hate you all for sucking me into this.
Title: Plasticine Portents
Author: emelye_miller
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not any little part of it.
Warnings: None so far.
Summary: Picking up from Skargasm's contribution to dragonyphoenix's Yarn!Spike Verse inspired by whichclothes obsessive need to handicraft pretty vampires.
A/N: You all suck.
Plasticine Portents
Xander awoke slowly, turning instinctively into Spike’s embrace.
Or he would have had Spike been there beside him.
Xander rolled off the tiny wooden chair onto the carpet with alarm.
“Oh dear, mustn’t topple yourself, dearie, or no tea for you. You’ll make mummy cross and she’ll have to tie you to the chair like a naughty little kitten.”
Xander was bent awkwardly, laying on his side, and immobile when a large, cold hand closed around him and he was suddenly staring up into Drusilla’s enormous face.
“Now be a good boy and play nicely with the others. I went to so much trouble to find you especially for my Spikey.”
Xander would have tried to fight her off but he was finding his limbs more unresponsive and, in fact, plastic than usual. She plunked him back in the chair. Also seated at the table was a despondent looking knitted facsimile of his vampire snuggle bunny, and someone Xander could only assume was Miss Edith.
He suddenly suspected if he were to check, he would, in fact, have no penis.
“Now, Spikey, isn’t this so much nicer? No nasty Slayer to turn your soft little head and such a lovely dark kitten to play with. I think we’re all going to be very best friends…”
Xander woke screaming.
Spike sat up, unblinking, struggling to orient himself while half asleep. “Xan? What? Lemme at him!”
Xander struggled to calm himself and patted Spike’s shoulder. Followed by his cock. Followed by his own cock.
Finding everything as it should be he tucked his vampire back under the covers. “Nothing. Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmkay…” he mumbled as he dropped back off.
Xander took a few deep breaths before laying down and closing his own eyes.
Definitely no more kielbasa before bed…
In a parallel universe, not dissimilar to our own, Drusilla was pouting.
“Those little dollies don’t play the game by the rules.” With a pinch of hellebore and a puff of smoke she returned the woolen Spike and his plastic lover to their original dimension. “They didn’t like my little dream, Miss Edith. Shall we find you a new playmate?”
Miss Edith allowed Drusilla to bring over the Red witch and the Dark vampire, but it wasn’t the same.
Her doll dreams would always be occupied by yellow yarn hair and blue embroidered eyes…
Author: emelye_miller
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not any little part of it.
Warnings: None so far.
Summary: Picking up from Skargasm's contribution to dragonyphoenix's Yarn!Spike Verse inspired by whichclothes obsessive need to handicraft pretty vampires.
A/N: You all suck.
Plasticine Portents
Xander awoke slowly, turning instinctively into Spike’s embrace.
Or he would have had Spike been there beside him.
Xander rolled off the tiny wooden chair onto the carpet with alarm.
“Oh dear, mustn’t topple yourself, dearie, or no tea for you. You’ll make mummy cross and she’ll have to tie you to the chair like a naughty little kitten.”
Xander was bent awkwardly, laying on his side, and immobile when a large, cold hand closed around him and he was suddenly staring up into Drusilla’s enormous face.
“Now be a good boy and play nicely with the others. I went to so much trouble to find you especially for my Spikey.”
Xander would have tried to fight her off but he was finding his limbs more unresponsive and, in fact, plastic than usual. She plunked him back in the chair. Also seated at the table was a despondent looking knitted facsimile of his vampire snuggle bunny, and someone Xander could only assume was Miss Edith.
He suddenly suspected if he were to check, he would, in fact, have no penis.
“Now, Spikey, isn’t this so much nicer? No nasty Slayer to turn your soft little head and such a lovely dark kitten to play with. I think we’re all going to be very best friends…”
Xander woke screaming.
Spike sat up, unblinking, struggling to orient himself while half asleep. “Xan? What? Lemme at him!”
Xander struggled to calm himself and patted Spike’s shoulder. Followed by his cock. Followed by his own cock.
Finding everything as it should be he tucked his vampire back under the covers. “Nothing. Just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“Mmkay…” he mumbled as he dropped back off.
Xander took a few deep breaths before laying down and closing his own eyes.
Definitely no more kielbasa before bed…
In a parallel universe, not dissimilar to our own, Drusilla was pouting.
“Those little dollies don’t play the game by the rules.” With a pinch of hellebore and a puff of smoke she returned the woolen Spike and his plastic lover to their original dimension. “They didn’t like my little dream, Miss Edith. Shall we find you a new playmate?”
Miss Edith allowed Drusilla to bring over the Red witch and the Dark vampire, but it wasn’t the same.
Her doll dreams would always be occupied by yellow yarn hair and blue embroidered eyes…