Eaten by Weasels' Buffyverse Slash

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. )

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! )

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

( A Man of Taste )



Oh, and …….ew!

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...

A limerick poem and its sequel. felisblanco wished she could receive a letter like Wesley wrote to Mr Giles, so I did the sequel for and starring her. Odd, how she seemed less than overjoyed…..

( Letter on the Library Table )




( Felis Gets Her Letter )