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FIFTH ANNIVERSARY FIESTA

Well, hello everybody!! You may have been wondering what was going to happen in this fourth week of August (or not). But nonetheless, something is! On the 25th of August 2010, I made the first post to this community (because I am the noisiest), and since then we have had prompts and fills galore - so we decided it was time for a party, for we are five years old. This, as they say, is that party. This is the SB Fag Ends Fifth Anniversy Comment Party - WITH FLAMINGOS

FLAMINGOS!!!


AND FIREWORKS

FIREWORKS!!!


Are you not excited? For what is this party? Well, in case you haven't guessed, we thought it was time for us all to make some prompts and make some fills, in the comments section below. It is as easy as that, because we all need some comment!Spuffy. We therefore have the following instructions:

  1. Make your prompt in a new comment thread, summarising in the subject line so that people can browse. This can be as specific as a prompt as you like (or as vague) - but it must make sense to produce Spuffy in all the vagaries that we have ever welcomed in this comm! You may like to chose a setting, or another character, or introduce a song lyric; you may like to plumb our back catalogue of prompts.

  2. Complete the prompt as it inspires you, whether to fic, art, video, whatever! Add your creation as a reply to the prompt comment, marking the subject as a FILL. Please do this directly into the comment field, rather than as a link, so that we can all enjoy the party in our lovely fag ends house.

  3. Run around like a banshee enjoying the creations!!

  4. Advertise so everyone can come and join the fun with flamingos, fireworks or slim kind-to-your-flist fireworks:



Got it?? You don't have to be a member to join in, so enjoy!! I've also set us up to welcome anon comments, so do join in even if you're not an LJer. We're hoping to run all week, so drop in, have some fun, and let's all have some Spuffy prompting joy, yes? Congratulations us!!!!!!!!!!!!

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quinara
Aug. 22nd, 2015 06:54 pm (UTC)
QUESTIONS, COMMENTS AND GENERAL CELEBRATION IN THIS THREAD
Wheeeee!!! We are as old as a small child!!!
shapinglight
Aug. 22nd, 2015 07:55 pm (UTC)
Re: QUESTIONS, COMMENTS AND GENERAL CELEBRATION IN THIS THREAD
Happy Bi-rthday to us!
quinara
Aug. 22nd, 2015 06:56 pm (UTC)
PROMPT: Spuffy drink cocktails!
This is an example prompt (though do fill it people, please!). It is very simply a request to stick Spuffy in a cocktail bar, the more obtuse and botanical the better - or else the more kitsch and ridiculous the better. Pls pls. (Although this is not a fest about filling for people, we all know that people buy from people, and so begging is welcome.)
quinara
Aug. 22nd, 2015 07:14 pm (UTC)
FILL Spuffy drink cocktails!
[This is an example fill...]

Sometimes, Spike thought that London really had, finally, gone to the dogs. All right, the streets smelled cleaner now, and they were building that CrossRail thing that would possibly help with congestion - but as he and Buffy sat down at the bar in Hackney, he wondered, really, if it was worth unliving for this.

"Thirteen quid!" he exclaimed. "For a Bloody Mary! Even Willy never charged that and he made his with actual blood."

"Honey, you're sounding like a tourist," Buffy replied, with completely the wrong accent, although, in another point about London, the locals sounded more like her than him these days.

Of course, she had her manicured hands held daintily around the pseudo-industrial menu, a scowl between her eyes as she read about all the fennel and capers and beeswax they'd shoved in the gin, like a fine tradition in spirits was worth no more respect than bloody pizza.

"I think I want Seven Smokes a Goat," she said eventually, smiling with all the smugness of a Slayer who'd reached thirty.

They were sitting in a pair of mismatched armchairs, lit by a single lightbulb suspended from the ceiling. Everything was dark green and blue, like people who'd never been inside a club thought gentleman's clubs were. The leather stuck to his arse.

Pulling himself free again, Spike sighed. He looked around at the painfully hipster city people, wishing they could be away from here. "What does that even mean?" he mused, wondering if Buffy would mind the suggestion that they just went and had a fuck in the toilets and pissed off. He believed in romance, of course he did - but he believed in historical accuracy too, and no gin joint had ever looked like this. It needed to let him at his cigs, for a start, and the bar staff would have acted a lot more interested than the snooty bastard who'd taken their coats.

Buffy was looking at him sympathetically, like he was old. "No idea," she answered his question. "But it's got cocoa and tequila and... You are not into this, are you?"

Spike looked behind her head, where two women in overly starched business attire laughed, brittly, both slurping from metal tankards. He sighed. "Just needs a bit of swing, is all," he said. "I feel like I'm in a bloody mausoleum. An expensive one."

Her eyes still on his face, Buffy was still smiling, but there was a twinkle in her eyes like he was fun to have around after all. "OK," she said. "How about I order and you figure out how we're gonna scandalise this place?" She warned, "No getting arrested."

Shutting his menu, Spike tossed a glance to the gentleman's club bar and let his mind start to whir. Oh, the possibilities. "Done," he said, and felt his mouth crack a grin.

Buffy smiled, looking down as she continued to read the gibberish they'd written on the yellowed pages. Somehow, Spike was excited about the evening again after all.

Edited at 2015-08-22 07:16 pm (UTC)
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velvetwhip
Aug. 22nd, 2015 07:19 pm (UTC)
Prompt: Buffy and Spike encounter lawn flamingoes.


Gabrielle

Edited at 2015-08-23 06:51 am (UTC)
red_satin_doll
Aug. 28th, 2015 02:47 pm (UTC)
Prompt: Buffy and Spike encounter lawn flamingoes.

Nobody's tried to fill that one? I think that has all sorts of possibilities.
quinara
Aug. 22nd, 2015 07:35 pm (UTC)
PROMPT: Older and Far Away
So, courtesy of my attempt at tumblr, I was enchanted by this gifset. And the exchange:

SPIKE: You wanna slip away for a minute, luv?
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: I'll let you blow out my candles.
BUFFY: Here. Now? I don't think so.
SPIKE: Oh, what, you worried about Richard? You don't wanna make your new boyfriend jealous, huh?
BUFFY: (grinning) Shut up. He's ... sweet.
SPIKE: (teasing) "Oh, shut up, he's sweet."
BUFFY: Maybe he's not the jealous one.

Spike looks surprised. Buffy moves past him and away.

SPIKE: You think he'll take you out on his ten-speed, pet? (to himself) Maybe he'll let you ride in that little basket in the front. (scoffs) Jealous my ass.


I think there should be some sort of development of this, somehow.
ever_neutral
Aug. 23rd, 2015 12:59 pm (UTC)
RE: PROMPT: Older and Far Away
+ 1.

(Also, lol/condolences about your succumbing to Tumblr. I'll follow you. *pets*)
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bogwitch
Aug. 22nd, 2015 07:50 pm (UTC)
Prompt: And Fools don't run away (Fools, Depeche Mode)
And Fools don't run away (Fools, Depeche Mode)
Any time you like.

Edited at 2015-08-22 08:08 pm (UTC)
quinara
Aug. 28th, 2015 08:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Prompt: And Fools don't run away (Fools, Depeche Mode)
IT IS MAAAAADE!!

A few more shots of courage and...

[Fools from Quinara on Vimeo.]


shapinglight
Aug. 22nd, 2015 08:03 pm (UTC)
Prompt: It was a dark and stormy night

Any takers?

Edited at 2015-08-22 08:16 pm (UTC)
the_moonmoth
Aug. 22nd, 2015 08:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Prompt: It was a dark and stormy night
Classic :D
quinara
Aug. 22nd, 2015 08:08 pm (UTC)
PROMPT: Crossrail
So, there's this big development going on in London right now, with this new railway Crossrail. It's involved lots of stuff getting dug up, but also a lot of stuff getting knocked down. What do Spuffy make of this? Spike specifically? Or - take this prompt in another direction; what is the price of progress???? Or just trains????

Edited at 2015-08-22 08:09 pm (UTC)
shapinglight
Aug. 22nd, 2015 09:28 pm (UTC)
Re: PROMPT: Crossrail
"I knew this Crossrail thing was a bad idea!"

Spike threw himself flat on the ground as a huge, spiny tail sliced through the air.

"You mean on account of the excavations waking the humongous dragon sleeping under London?" Buffy asked, as she cartwheeled over a jet of flame and landed athletically on a giant, taloned forepaw.

"Bloody hell, watch it, mate. You nearly took my head off." Spike turned from berating the dragon, which looked suitably chastened, to roll his eyes at her.

"No, I do not mean that. The dragon isn't the sodding problem."

"Well, what, then?" Buffy asked, rubbing the dragon under the chin with the pointy stake end of the Scythe, which made it purr like a large scaly kitten.

Spike gave the dragon another stern look. "Keep your mitts off her, all right? Slayer's spoken for."

The dragon pouted, but Spike ignored it (because what the hell business did dragons have pouting anyway?). "In fact, dragon's gonna come in right handy, given that - duck, Slayer!"

Buffy ducked, just in time to avoid a pair of clutching skeleton hands.

Later, surrounded by a pile of diseased looking bones that had once been the skeletons of plague victims brought to eerie life by the vibrations of the Crossrail tunnelling machine, and with the dragon still breathing fire to cauterise the site, Spike said, "And this is only the beginning. Sodding works haven't even got to Seven Kings yet."

"What's at Seven Kings?" Buffy asked. Then she said, "Oh. Right." She went white as a sheet. "So what you're saying is, the real villain of the piece is..."

"Yeah." Spike drew a deep, shuddering breath. "Neil sodding Gaiman."

I know this is terrible, but yay! birthday?

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tei_lj
Aug. 22nd, 2015 08:18 pm (UTC)
Prompt: learning how to use technology

Buffy teaches Spike to use an iphone. Or Spike teaches Buffy to use a telegraph machine. Or whatever :P

Edited at 2015-08-22 08:19 pm (UTC)
quinara
Aug. 22nd, 2015 09:03 pm (UTC)
FILL: learning how to use technology - S6; near AYW - R - hopefully my lack of memory won't joss me
So, Buffy figured she was going to leave soon. Right when her legs started working, she was going to leave and punch Spike in the face and be moody and face up to the whole pile of terrible that was her life.

Until that moment, though, she was going to enjoy watching Spike trail back and forth across the ground floor of the crypt. They'd hit the bed, finally, and it felt all kinds of sinful to lie there naked and jelly-like and tingly while this naked guy prowled around to rummage through boxes and shelves, either his front parts all on show and a little bit of leftover interest, or else the back of him all muscley and tempting.

Of course, Spike was grumbling. "This is getting ridiculous," he was saying, and if Buffy had been full of a few less endorphins she might have cared. "You ain't done this; you ain't done that - and now you're telling me no one's ever shagged you to music. I mean, Christ, where have you been?"

"Uh," Buffy replied, more amused than offended as Spike began to rifle through a box of LPs. She vaguely recalled Xander telling her how Harmony had burned his stuff a couple of years ago - presumably he'd built his collection again. With vinyl. "Not in a cheesy movie? Or, you know, the 1970s?" There was nothing sexy about outmoded music technology.

Like he'd been shot through with electricity, Spike's head turned back to look at her. It was all piercing eyes attached to flexing torso. Buffy was happy with that. His gaze trailed from her face down to the sheet and where her body lay under it, all down to her toes. He looked up again. "I've seen you in the Bronze," he said finally, like he'd figured something out. "You wait."

He went back to his collection then, and Buffy sat up on her elbows. Her tinglies were feeling less tingly, so she was hoping for some more. The candlelight of the crypt was playing shadows all across Spike's curved back and, really, some things were unfair.

After yet more flick, flick, flicking of albums, Buffy had had enough. "Get on with it already, OK?" she told him shortly. "Get a CD or something."

This time, Spike pointed at her. "You shut up and lie back down."

Sometimes, Buffy didn't need a watch she could tell the time so well by the angle of Little Spike. This was one of those times and it was a good time to be. She lay back down and waited.

Carefully, like he was drawing out the suspense, Spike selected a record from his box and held it up in one hand. At an angle, the black, gleaming round of the LP slid from its sheath. Buffy watched as he took it in his hands, by the edges. He glanced her way, and Buffy tried to figure out why the press of that vinyl in his fingers was, in an instant, kind of captivating.

With a lover's finesse, Spike positioned the record on the turntable, a frown of concentration as he pressed the button.

It had been a long time since Buffy had observed this particular ritual. As a child, with her Mom, she'd done it a whole bunch of times, but that had been so many years ago, and as an acolyte of California progress she'd forgotten how fiddly it all was.

Slower than it should have been, after all, Spike was watching as the record began to spin - as the needle rose like an orchestra waiting to strike its chord. Hooking a finger under the needle, Spike frowned in concentration as he moved it to somewhere not so far from the edge.

Then, with another press of a button, he turned back to her. His eyes soft, he was crossing to the bed as the static started to play. For some reason, Buffy felt soft towards him, with his music and his concentration and his silly little rituals. As he crawled over her, left hand sliding up her thigh and her stomach to scrunch the sheet away, Buffy shut her eyes and kissed him. Her ears were filled with fuzzy, soft, not not punk throbbing bass.

It was - to be fair, it was not bad.

Edited at 2015-08-22 09:12 pm (UTC)
brutti_ma_buoni
Aug. 22nd, 2015 08:50 pm (UTC)
PROMPT: AU with Illyria in a different body
The God King of the Primordium doesn't so much end up with Fred as its vessel as...

Choose your own adventure from there.

Does Illyria inhabit Spike or Buffy?
Hideous angsty death scene?
Hilarious training montage?
Weird sex?
Blue shoes?
All of the above?

Edited at 2015-08-22 08:50 pm (UTC)
shapinglight
Aug. 23rd, 2015 03:01 pm (UTC)
Re: PROMPT: AU with Illyria in a different body
"'S weird, this," he says. "Not used to bein' able to kick your arse so easily, Slayer."

With an effort that costs her the last of her failing strength, Buffy wrenches her arm from his grip.

Shards of the Scythe clutched tight in her uninjured hand, she retreats until the wall slaps her in the back. All she can do then is watch his slow advance, prowling, predatory; a big cat toying with its kill.

She's seen him like this before, of course, so many years ago, stalking her in the high school corridors. He'd sent shivers down her spine at the time, along with raising her hackles (whatever those are).

He was just a vamp, like all the others, she remembers thinking. She would not be intimidated by his bad boy act.

And even then, there'd been ways to get under his oh, so sensitive skin. It'd taken her all of ten seconds to find one.

"Do we really need weapons for this?"

A smirk, a pale hand reaching down to frame his crotch.

"I just like them. They make me feel all manly."

But things are different this time. The face he turns on her is implacable. It doesn't understand the concept of mercy - not even enough to sneer at it.

Hands thud into the wall on either side of her head. There's the sound of crumbling plaster. She raises her chin defiantly and looks him in the eye.

"If you're gonna kill me, damn well do it. But you're not him, Illyria. You're not my...my friend. Stop pretending to be."

He stares at her a moment from Spike's blue eyes, but then the blue darkens, to violet, to indigo. His lips are tinted blue too, and blue shadows lie under his cheekbones.

He tilts his head, like Spike and yet not, gaze intense and unblinking. One hand drops onto her shoulder, and she finds herself pushed inexorably downwards.

"I am not him, it is true," Illyria says. "For now it's you that are beneath me."

Edited at 2015-08-23 03:02 pm (UTC)
the_moonmoth
Aug. 22nd, 2015 09:09 pm (UTC)
Prompt: Time Travel AU With a Twist
[Yes thank you fandom gods/community mods (same diff *g*) since this idea has been burning a hole in my brain for the last couple of days AND I DO NOT WANT TO WRITE IT!!]


Spike gets transported back to early season BTVS and instead of trying to seduce wee!bb!Buffy, is kind of weirded out by how young/innocent/carefree she is (more like Dawn than the difficult-brilliant-hard-beautiful woman he loves).

Bonus points if she somehow ends up coming on to him and he is one deeply confused and lusty vampire :D


(Seriously though? Like I was looking at pics of my hubby from high school yesterday and he was super cute but the thought of going back and trying to get it on with that cherub-cheeked little neophyte - which of course occurred to me, because fandom is my life - was pretty horrifying tbh...)

Edited at 2015-08-22 09:14 pm (UTC)
baphrosia
Aug. 23rd, 2015 02:11 am (UTC)
Re: Prompt: Time Travel AU With a Twist
"No," Spike said. "Abso-bloody-no."

"Be reasonable. You're the only... being... with the necessary metaphysical requirements. Whom we can trust," Giles added.

Spike caught the repressed grimace on trust. Don't think he didn't.

How convenient for them to have a pet soulless vampire to call upon when the day needed saving - soulless being the key to not making the space-time continuum unravel. Two bodies in the same time period was not an issue, only two souls, and neither his current self nor his past self sported that pesky little problem.

Maybe he'd agree to do their dirty work, maybe he wouldn't. Either way, it was funny, watching them squirm. Even funnier to watch them beg.

Willow touched his arm. "Please."

"World go boom if you don't." Xander leaned in. "Dawn go boom if you don't."

Trust the boy to know which buttons to push. "Fine. But don't think you lot won't owe me." Spike swaggered over to the crackling portal, only to have Willow stop him with another touch to his arm. "What? What now? I said I'd do it, so let's get this over with."

"You've got to -" She waved her hand at him. "Not look like you? Since you're not supposed to be in Sunnydale then. If anybody remembers you, it'll mess things up when you and Dru arrive a few months later."

Spike stepped back several paces, hands up. "What do mean, not look like me? You're already sending me through time. To when she's still -" He broke off, blinking furiously for several seconds before recovering. "You're not messing with the hair too."

"Just a glamour." She handed him an amulet, and Spike growled as he realized they'd expected him to say yes all along. "Put that on."

He did, muttering imprecations. "Well?"

Willow held up a mirror, not that it did any good. Spike glared at her.

"It's fine," she said. "You look -"

Anya rounded the corner. She stopped and stared. "What's Christian Slater doing here?"

Part 2 below (Quin started the rule breaking! Darn thing is just a leeetle too long).
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the_moonmoth
Aug. 22nd, 2015 09:19 pm (UTC)
Prompt: Seeing Red Ground Hog Day Special
[Because I apparently can't leave time travel alone...]

Spike is forced to relive the ep Seeing Red over and over again until he gets it right.

Bonus points if the bathroom 'event' happened after midnight so it's part of the same day as the shooting, which Spike can also then (eventually) prevent and/or be there to help with the aftermath and dark!Willow.

Obvs this is comment fic so I am not suggesting an epic, but perhaps a poignant moment or two from the process... or whatever the muse provides!
quinara
Aug. 22nd, 2015 10:49 pm (UTC)
FILL: Seeing Red Ground Hog Day Special 1/2
[I so want to do you other prompt as well, with the time travel - where do these ideas come from, hmm??? Of course, this has come out a little weird, so maybe I should leave things alone...]

On the first day, he'd had the temerity to hope it had all been a bad dream. He'd woken up in his crypt, not the empty warehouse he'd found in LA, and he had cried. He'd sat up, held his knees and wept with relief.

Of course, the reason for this overreaction, he soon discovered, was that he was inexplicably drunk. Rolling free from his ruined, blown-up bed, he landed on the floor with a heavy thump and it was familiar - too familiar.

The afternoon went by and he let it, not trusting himself to leave the crypt. When Dawn came by, that was the part where he started to laugh irrationally.

"I asked you was it worth it," Dawn demanded, growing angrier by the second.

Spike didn't talk to her, just laughed and waited until she left to grab his whiskey.




In the end it took three days for him to get over the fact that as far as this world was concerned, he hadn't done what he'd done. It felt disgusting, almost, that it took so little time.

When Dawn came by tonight, she barely had to ask him a question before Spike asked her, "How is she?"

For some reason, this question made Dawn smile, but that cut all the harder and Spike could barely go through with the conversation, old alcohol drawing his stare back into the middle distance.

It wasn't right that he felt sorry, not in the first place. Worse than that, though - even worse than that - he shouldn't have felt sorry for something he hadn't even done. Yet still it burned at him, and the Bit's eyes were warm like he was her project and his pain was like the sort time could solve.

She came over to him that day, Dawn, but she left when he told her to get lost, to get gone, to sod off and leave him be.




[pretty much breaking my own rules, this is continued below.]
FILL Seeing Red Ground Hog Day Special 2/2 - quinara - Aug. 22nd, 2015 10:50 pm (UTC) - Expand
the_moonmoth
Aug. 22nd, 2015 09:22 pm (UTC)
Prompt: Kink
Kinky Spuffy sex. I am not fussy what variety, but these two are canonically kinky and there just can't be enough of it ;)
foxstarreh
Aug. 23rd, 2015 12:40 am (UTC)
Prompt: Season Nine AU
Alternate season nine with no robots. Buffy is pregnant and missing an arm.
the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 01:45 am (UTC)
Prompt: Bed Sharing
Spike and Buffy are forced to share a bed.
shapinglight
Aug. 27th, 2015 03:15 pm (UTC)
FILL: Prompt: Bed Sharing pt 1
Setting: probably early season 5 again. After OoMM, so Spike no longer in denial, but before Crush so Buffy still clueless. Ki-ind of creepy.

"I am not sharing a bed with you!"

Buffy glared at the lump under the comforter.

"Fine," said the lump. "You can sleep on the floor, then."

"Fine," Buffy echoed, contemplating whether to accuse the lump of ungentlemanly behaviour (pointless, the lump being Spike), or simply to grab it by the scruff of the neck and evict it from the bed by force.

Or maybe both.

While contemplating, she surveyed of their surroundings, which weren't promising. Okay, as snow holes went, it had a lot going for it by virtue of having a bed in the first place (Buffy suspected Willow's input), but there wasn't room for anyone to sleep on the floor, not even a short annoying bleach-blond. No convenient chairs to exile him to either.

Okay, she could make him sleep outside, but so far it hadn't stopped snowing once since they'd arrived in this dimension, in quest of the magical doohickey that Giles insisted would prevent the next apocalypse.

If Spike was going to be any use in the fight against the aforementioned doohickey's demon guardians, Buffy didn't want to have to waste time digging him out of a snowdrift, or thawing him out, like some kind of blood-flavoured undead popsicle.

Suddenly, the lump sat up.

"Stop being so bloody loud, Slayer. Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"

"Huh?" Buffy gaped at him in surprise. "What do you mean loud? I didn't say anything."

Spike just glared at her. "Didn't have to. You're shiverin' loud enough to wake the dead, ie. yours truly."

Buffy tore her gaze (with more difficulty than she'd ever admit) from his mop of mussed-up curls (soo much more attractive than the helmet-hair he usually sported) and looked down at herself. She was shivering, it was true. In fact, she was shivering so much her whole body was beginning to shake. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to stop the involuntary movement, but that seemed to make it worse.

"Now your teeth are chattering," Spike said, in an accusing tone. "Bloody stop it, can't you?"

Buffy glared back at him. "I'm not doing it on purpose, and no, I 'bloody' can't stop it. If you were any kind of gentleman, Spike, you'd get out of that bed and let me have it instead."

Spike's eyes narrowed. "No. Way. In. Hell."

Buffy rolled her shoulders - which wouldn't stop shaking, dammit! - but before she could grab any annoying vampire scruffs, Spike muttered, "Oh, for....", flung back the comforter, patted the empty side of the bed, then held his hands up in surrender.

"Look, Slayer, just come and lie down. I promise not to touch you, all right? On my honour as an evil soulless monster."

"Er..." Buffy began, because parts of that sentence sounded...off somehow? But Spike interrupted her.

"We're supposed to work together on this mission, remember? Saving the world and all that white hat bollocks, even if some of us are doing it because we're strapped for cash. That being so, you should know that vampires are very sensitive to cold, on account of only being room temperature, and if we get too chilled, we hibernate and are no bloody use to anyone."

"Hibernate?" Buffy echoed, drawing her coat closer around her.

"Yeah," Spike said, the definite hint of a smirk on his face, "like squirrels, only not so sodding fluffy."

When she still didn't move, he rolled his eyes, reached down to the floor and produced a sword, which Buffy knew for a fact (because she'd sharpened it herself) was very sharp indeed.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll put this between us, all right? That Sir Galahad enough for you?"
Re: FILL: Prompt: Bed Sharing pt 1 - the_moonmoth - Aug. 28th, 2015 02:48 am (UTC) - Expand
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the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 01:46 am (UTC)
Prompt: Captured Together
Buffy and Spike somehow end up captured and tied up together. Inconvenient arousal ensues.
the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 01:49 am (UTC)
Prompt: Dirty Talk
Dirty talk. That is all.

Edited at 2015-08-23 01:50 am (UTC)
the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 01:51 am (UTC)
Prompt: Domesticity
A sort of neutral domestic moment, neither happy nor sad.
the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 01:55 am (UTC)
Prompt: Reunion Sex
Their first time making love after reuniting post-NFA (not comics compliant, obvs).
the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 01:57 am (UTC)
Prompt: Buffy Being Perceptive About Spike
A conversation with Spike in which Buffy defies popular myth and shows that she can, on occasion, be perceptive about him.
the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 02:06 am (UTC)
Prompt: 10 Words
[Last one from me, promise! - for now...]

Story using the following 10 words: guardian, mole, ineffable, pine, ancient, hiraeth, iridescent, trundle, comely, potion.
torrilin
Aug. 23rd, 2015 07:00 pm (UTC)
Re: Prompt: 10 Words
Is a comic fill cheating? I mean I'll for sure not break the word count limit... unless we multiply each frame by the 1000 words factor...

Further, is it cheating if some of the words aren't written out and are pictured instead?

(I'm still continuing to sketch panels whether it's cheating or not, just the question is whether it posts here or on my Tumblr)
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rebcake
Aug. 23rd, 2015 07:45 am (UTC)
Prompt: 5 Times Feathers Saved the Day (or night)!
I mean, if there are flamingoes, we ought to take advantage of that...

Edited at 2015-08-23 07:47 am (UTC)
quinara
Aug. 23rd, 2015 09:15 am (UTC)
FILL: 5 Times Feathers Saved the Day (or night)! - S7 - 1/2
1. "Didn't want blood. It wanted tears."

Beneath the merciless assault of Buffy's ostrich feather, Andrew writhed and wriggled like a netted fish. She concentrated on his neck and behind his ears, holding him firm over the seal by his shirt. "Oh, god!" Andrew cried, screwing up his face. "Make it stop! Make it sto-op..."

Buffy smiled as the tears dripped down onto the stone.

Later, he asked her, "How did you get so good at that anyway? Do feathers count as weapons for your whole Slayer-affinity superpower?" And Buffy said nothing at all.

2. "I'm not really sure how I feel about leaving Spike at Robin's house to watch over him."

She ran at full speed all the way from the cemetery to the the nice, unfamiliar suburban street where Robin's house was. It wasn't so far from Giles' apartment, but all the mission-style houses looked one and the same. Buffy hadn't thought to remember the number. She'd just left Spike with the nice man and his fancy car that was - green? - and merrily gone on her way to Restfield with Giles and his stupid, stupid plan.

Oh god, Buffy was thinking now, starting to panic.

Thankfully, there had been a moment, just before she'd left Spike at Robin's mercy. Their eyes had met on the front porch, after Buffy had rung the bell, and they'd both sniggered just enough that it was necessary to compose themselves before Robin answered...

"There!" Buffy found herself exclaiming out loud, pointing at a house about two-thirds of the way down the street. The porch light was on, setting a warm, healthy, beguiling glow on the white exterior. By the front door there was a terracotta urn, with five peacock feathers leaning lackadaisically inside. She didn't waste any more time.

3. "And it was the best night of my life."

Everything had happened so quickly, that was the thing. Even as she watched Spike sleep, Buffy wasn't sure what to think, nor else what to do.

The guy in this house, the one she'd stolen - the thing was that he'd had a really nice mattress. Bonus, he'd had some seriously good sheets, and the pillows were all snuggly and puffy. It was no wonder he hadn't wanted to leave, actually; these pillows alone were worth their weight in gold. After just a couple of hours' rest in this set-up - and admittedly in Spike's arms - Buffy felt ready to take on a giant. Who had some really big weapons.

Yet Spike didn't seem to feel the same. "Tickles..." he was murmuring in his sleep, burrowing his head into the bedding. There was a frown on his face and he didn't sound happy. "Buffy - no - I..."

"Shh," Buffy tried to soothe him, wondering if he could smell the goose down. She moved her fingers from his hand to trace the hair at his temple. "It's OK," she said, and suddenly it was. It's OK. "You don't have to," she continued. "I'm here..."

Spike's nose twitched, and he murmured something pitiful again, but his expression was peaceful as he nestled in closer. They said nothing else that night.




[shut up, I suck; continued below...]

Edited at 2015-08-23 09:20 am (UTC)
feliciacraft
Aug. 23rd, 2015 07:48 am (UTC)
Prompt: Buffy and Spike take a vacation
All work and no play make the Slayer and her vamp... :)
feliciacraft
Aug. 23rd, 2015 07:53 am (UTC)
Prompt: Season 6 Spike talks to a friend
In S6, Buffy comes clean to Tara about her non-relationship with Spike. Spike, too, reaches out to a friend to talk about his Slayer woes.
feliciacraft
Aug. 23rd, 2015 08:01 am (UTC)
Prompt: The trouble with sparring...
...is that it gets both of them hot. :)
brutti_ma_buoni
Aug. 23rd, 2015 06:05 pm (UTC)
Re: Prompt: The trouble with sparring...
There is actual liquid running down her spine. Sounds potentially sexy. Very much isn't when it's your spine. It mostly soaks into her training clothes, which are built for this, but this is a harder workout than usual, and there's a trickle that's making it all the way down, pooling in her lower back, and, eeeuw, yep. Buffy has sweaty-butt.

Sweaty everything, honestly. Now that she's lost the immediate focus on Spike's every move, many Buffy parts are clamouring to point out that they, too, are dripping. This is the downside of sparring with someone who is an actual match. And who doesn't sweat. Or not really, not human-style, all that hot blood in need of cooling- And that's totally what Spike said last time she complained, and it shouldn't be a good memory. He went on, something about pumping, with an annoying leer that just made Buffy work harder to beat his ass. But that phrase, all that hot blood, that stuck around in her head somehow. Annoyingly.

Losing focus in a fight with a hardcore vamp is no one's idea of Slayer-healthy activity, so it shouldn't be a surprise that he gets her in a chokehold at this point. Probably for the best, sanity-wise, but he's not pulling away from it, and breathing becomes an issue. She's panting shallowly, getting what oxygen she can to fuel her next attack, when she feels him slacken, just a teensy bit. It's weirdly un-Spike enough that she doesn't immediately take advantage, glances up instead, to see-

Oh. His gaze is on her. Not her face, which is probably purple and gapey, but her chest. Which- It's a completely respectable tank, okay? Just, light colours and enough sweaty Buffy tend to lead to a clinginess. Even a transparency thing. And just for a second, it gives her an advantage.

In another universe, Buffy flips out of his hold right now, laughing at his weakness. In this one, she deepens her breath, just enough, thanks to his wandering attention, and sees his pupils dilate at the heavingness of the Buffy bosom. (And that doesn't happen so much, these days. Slaying and dying have fined her down, way down, and mostly she loves being that honed weapon, but sometimes, weakly, it's nice to know someone still notices she's a girl.)

Even if it is Spike. Even if this is, clearly, going nowhere, because how could it ever? Even if, if she allowed herself, she might feel him against her back, and notice that as well as being an evil dead handy sparring partner, he's also a guy. A guy with a proven Buffy-want, no less.

Two breaths of weakness is allowed. More would be- Fun. Fun but stupid. No, just stupid. She heaves her bosom once more, oxygenating hard, and kicks down hard into him, feeling his surprised oof splinter the moment.

And then she's free, on her feet, ready for the next thing.

Spike taps out, three times, still lying on the floor. "Enough," he says. "You only paid me for an hour." It's been three, if not more, and she knows that isn't the issue. "Buy me a scotch and we'll call it even," he says. Prolonging this, whatever this non-sparring this is.

She shouldn't. But, "I have to change," is all she says, slipping into the basement to get out of the sweaty gear. There's drinking with an evil neutered vampire with a dangerous crush, and there's doing that same thing while stinky about the armpits. And Buffy has standards, okay?

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feliciacraft
Aug. 23rd, 2015 08:06 am (UTC)
Prompt: An angsty first date
Where would they go? What would they talk about?

Ending may be angsty or not; your choice.
the_moonmoth
Aug. 23rd, 2015 05:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Prompt: An angsty first date
Lol I read that as an ANGRY first date :D
Re: Prompt: An angsty first date - tei_lj - Aug. 23rd, 2015 06:04 pm (UTC) - Expand
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