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Drabble: Conundrum
Title: Conundrum
Author: Rebcake
Characters: William & Drusilla in 1880
Prompt: What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
William felt so odd after he crawled out of his coffin and collapsed onto the ground. Since he’d just dug himself out of his own grave, oddness was only to be expected ( Read more... ) -
Measure of a Man
Title: Measure of a Man
Author: il-mio_capitano
Prompt: Quote “Very occasionally, if you pay close attention, life doesn’t suck.”
Rating: FRT (bit of language)
Characters: Spike, Angel, Dru Season 2
“My Spikey is so negative,” Dru sympathised but she wasn’t objecting to Angel’s hand around her waist. “We need to go kill now, but daddy will bring ( Read more... ) -
We Don't Want Your Body
Title: We Don't Want Your Body
Charachter: Drusilla
Prompt: Stars band - Song Title -open_on_sunday nekid_spike - Mini Nekid Guest
Summary: BTVS Drusilla is hunting children
Rating: Mature - Implied violence
Disclaime: Not my charachters.
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Five Crowns
Five drabbles on the prompt, "Crown". The first and third ones are in the same 'verse as Wendy's Man and Home For Christmas. No AO3 warnings.
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Prompt: Stone
A Heavy Subject
"You've eaten too many rabbits," Drusilla scolded the corpse. Spike chuckled.
"'S alright, love, you're the world's best diet plan."
"But has he given me his tummy?" She tried to puzzle out her form in a window. Spike wrapped his arms around her.
"You're as lovely as the day I was turned."
"Sweet," she murmured before... "But are you ( Read more... ) -
And Jill Came Tumbling After
Title: And Jill Came Tumbling After
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Three Ribs
Title: Synonymous
Prompt: Rib
Timeline: As You Were
Disclaimer: still not mine, alas
"So then, Eduardo said they used two-by-fours instead of two-by-sixes. I thought we were gonna get fired." Xander handed Anya her beer.
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Red Moon
Red Moon
Slumped on the seat, his head fell back. He peered blankly upwards.
“Look, Spike. Such a pre’y moon.”
It ‘d been a dull red crescent, and he had brought her a girl with midnight-black hair, selling pure white roses.
“Want a flower for your lady, mister? Only fifty pence.”
She’d ripped the child’s throat out, scattered the petals which blended ( Read more... )