Eaten by Weasels' Buffyverse Slash

Thermal Underwear Kink! Written for my RPS fandom but it works as a bit of daft Giles/Wesley, too. 100 words, rated PG to soft R.

( Vested Interests )

In celebration of felisblanco's son's first steps, I give you...

( Making Up. Poem, Spike/Angelus/Wesley, rated R )

My Ethan Ficathon Piece

entrenous88 asked for fine scotch and a promise to cure a demon, set after “A New Man”. So, in a hopeless collision of timelines after that point, here’s free!Ethan, soulless!chipped!Spike, and hostage!Andrew, some liquid refreshment and a rather embarrassing affliction, in:

( Warts and All, (1414 words, rated R) )

Notes for non-British readers:

*Delia Smith is a tv cook and cookery writer of rather wholesome character.
*Clan Dew is a wine/whisky blended drink. No posh bloke worth his salt would be caught dead drinking it. Spike, on the other hand....

Written at Horbling whilst rather tipsy and pressed thigh to warm thigh with vampirefever. Our given cue: “He pulled off his rubber gloves....”

( Hands that do Dishes )

Obviously, I hadn't drunk anywhere near enough.......

Remember when in Angel S5, the nutty slayer chopped off Spike's hands? Well....

( Handrew )

300 words for slashthedrabble‘s “Lost” challenge, and as a birthday snog for rakshathewolf who wanted some more Daddy!whore!kink, with spanking. Andrew’s lost his library book. Oh, dear……

( Lost )

For gingerpig

( Petting Night )

You see, Ali (vampirefever) is really rather a shy little soul, especially when it comes to those delicate matters of the heart. No surprise, then, that she kept this romantic little secret hidden. I found this lovely sonnet on her desk, and I’m sure she’ll be ever so relieved to have this out in the open at last…..

( Ali’s Sonnet to Andrew )

Aw! Bless her!

EDIT: He wrote back!! Told you Andrew was a sweetie!

( Andrew’s Sonnet to Ali )

Another silly poem

( To Serve Man )

Written for slashthedrabble's "Sound" challenge.

( Nightlife )

My entry for lostgirlslair's Drunk!Gilesathon!

For mischloran, who wanted; scarf-wearing, Wesley and a butterfly, no angst nor unhappy ending nor the mention of any Christmas Song. So sank my hopes of getting to write Giles/Dawn NC17 s/m suicide pact!angst, with wasps, based on the lyrics to “Frosty the Snowman.” Instead, I offered her…

( Wood )



*runs away*

For slashthedrabble

( First Sight )

This is violethamster's fault.


( Sweet, Wrinkled Clem (after Lochinvar) )


Apologies to felisblanco. What can I say? I'm a home-wrecker...

Drabble. flurblewig asked for Spesley, voyeurism and filth. But my poetic muse took an unhealthy interest; two out out three ain't bad. *sings*: "Gimme the moonlight......"

( The Quickie and the Dead )

Two Andrew drabbles. A sad one, then a silly one to cheer you up again.

( Looking On )

( Unappreciated )

A little poem on the problem of farts during lovemaking.

( Blown Off! )

Three very different Wesley Drabbles. First a Wes/Andrew, dark/humour (sort of!), for deborahmm, then a light Wes/Lindsey for killer_weasel, and finally a decisively dark Wes/Angel for willshenilshe.



( Rose's Lime )



( Your Choice of Topping )


( Sure )

Three Gunn drabbles; the first a Gunn/Spike pissing contest for flurblewig, the second some Wes/Gunn schmoop for theferretgirl. Finally, some Gunn/Angel, a little bit darker for strickens_girl

( Blessed )


( Chocofrolicks )


( Someone's Gotta Do It )

The first one's the hurt, the second is the comfort. Rated "ow!" for bizarre use of oranges....

( Fuck a l’Orange )


( Sunburn )

A favourite poem, I must admit.

( Wesley Loosens Up )