Eaten by Weasels' Buffyverse Slash

Re-post from LJ. Originally written for dovil‘s Arse-Baby Week. With thanks to vampirefever, who was, as per usual, too polite to refuse to give this the once-over. It’s weird, it’s Wangel and it’s……

( An Ass-isted Birth )

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 )

200 words for slashthedrabble’s “Comfort” challenge. Rated 12, a bit silly; Ethan’s latest sartorial convert.

( Mr Trick’s New Underpants )

My rather odd effort for the mini-ficathon on watcherlove. My prompt was the word "bookshelf". G/W sillyness, inspired by the silver tongue of vampirefever

( The Curse of the Watcher's Arse )

Here’s a story that didn’t get written up in time for dovil’s arse-baby-athon. It’s dreadfully schmoopy and depressingly clean, but hopefully not without wit. So, bearing in mind enchanted candy and sacrifices to demon snakes, who in the Buffyverse would you least entrust with a baby? Illyria begs to differ....

( It’s No Sacrifice. )

Written as a little birthday silliness for violethamster.
( Your Usual Table, Mr Spike )

200 words for slashthedrabble‘s Fairy Tale challenge.

( Ashes to Bashes )

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.......

A last minute birthday quickie for darkhavens. 100 words of Spanderlus, inspired by vampirefever’s Beyond Living Memory

( He Remembered! )

*runs away*

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 )

Prompted by some sillyness with felisblanco

( Angelus to Xander )


( Giles to Ethan )

And one last late Valentine’s Day sonnet to please felisblanco.

( Aw! )

( Midget Gems )

And while we're on the subject of those two, here's a silly little drabble I did for coffee_quill, who was having a lacklustre day:

( Felt )

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 )

In a disturbing way, I thought this was rather sweet. 100 words.

( Love’s a Funny Thing……. )

100 words for slashthedrabble‘s “taste” challenge. This one has all five senses in it, btw.

( A Man of Taste )



Oh, and …….ew!

Another silly poem

( To Serve Man )

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*