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snoggedTitle: Pumpkins at Midnight
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. owns BtVS/AtS. I don’t.
Character/Pairing: Spike, Willow. Implied Spike/Buffy.
Rating/Warning: FRT-13/PG – 13; sexual innuendo, mentions character death -
Word Count: 300
Setting: BtVS Season 7
Summary: Spike and Willow carve pumpkins.
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velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.
Author’s Note: Written for the October Nekid Numbers challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nekid_spike. My prompts were Spike, Wildcard, Pumpkin, and Halloween Party.
How does a pumpkin become a Jack-O-Lantern?
You stick a knife into its thick skin and watch the slimy guts spill out over the card table.
The very same one you played kitten poker at three nights ago.
The very same one where the Slayer had spread herself wide…
“Remind me again how this is fun?” Spike said, watching as Willow cut a jagged crown around the stem. She seemed to be going extra cautiously, as if she didn’t want to get pumpkin splatter all over her black dress and pointy hat.
A witch going as a witch to a Halloween party.
Bloody ironic that was.
“Because it’s fun, Spike.”
Spike was tempted to call her out on how un-fun she sounded saying that. He knew she was just masking her pain behind her 60-watt smile and even if she didn’t say it out loud, he’d bet that here was the last place she wanted to be.
“Then why are we the only ones doing it?” Spike asked, his blue eyes drifting over towards the four Potentials who were sopping wet from chin to chest on account of their current apple-bobbing activities.
“You said you wanted to play with knives, Spike,” Willow replied. “I believe your exact words were ‘where’s a wanker get a dosh of bloody violence around here?’”
Spike pursed his lips and pouted. “I do not sound like that. Never call myself a wanker, unless someone ‘round here wants to watch?”
He winked at her and Willow blushed.
A pleased grin spread across Spike’s face. It had been a long time since he’d seen the witch turn pink and he had to admit it was a good look for her.
How does a pumpkin become a Jack-O-Lantern?
Stick a candle inside of it and watch it glow.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. owns BtVS/AtS. I don’t.
Character/Pairing: Spike, Willow. Implied Spike/Buffy.
Rating/Warning: FRT-13/PG – 13; sexual innuendo, mentions character death -
Word Count: 300
Setting: BtVS Season 7
Summary: Spike and Willow carve pumpkins.
Beta: The glamorous
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Author’s Note: Written for the October Nekid Numbers challenge at
nekid_spike. My prompts were Spike, Wildcard, Pumpkin, and Halloween Party.How does a pumpkin become a Jack-O-Lantern?
You stick a knife into its thick skin and watch the slimy guts spill out over the card table.
The very same one you played kitten poker at three nights ago.
The very same one where the Slayer had spread herself wide…
“Remind me again how this is fun?” Spike said, watching as Willow cut a jagged crown around the stem. She seemed to be going extra cautiously, as if she didn’t want to get pumpkin splatter all over her black dress and pointy hat.
A witch going as a witch to a Halloween party.
Bloody ironic that was.
“Because it’s fun, Spike.”
Spike was tempted to call her out on how un-fun she sounded saying that. He knew she was just masking her pain behind her 60-watt smile and even if she didn’t say it out loud, he’d bet that here was the last place she wanted to be.
“Then why are we the only ones doing it?” Spike asked, his blue eyes drifting over towards the four Potentials who were sopping wet from chin to chest on account of their current apple-bobbing activities.
“You said you wanted to play with knives, Spike,” Willow replied. “I believe your exact words were ‘where’s a wanker get a dosh of bloody violence around here?’”
Spike pursed his lips and pouted. “I do not sound like that. Never call myself a wanker, unless someone ‘round here wants to watch?”
He winked at her and Willow blushed.
A pleased grin spread across Spike’s face. It had been a long time since he’d seen the witch turn pink and he had to admit it was a good look for her.
How does a pumpkin become a Jack-O-Lantern?
Stick a candle inside of it and watch it glow.
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on 2013-10-18 08:36 pm (UTC)You made my night!!!
Super-lovely ficlet ^_^
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on 2013-10-18 09:43 pm (UTC)Gabrielle
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on 2013-10-19 10:09 am (UTC)Well done!
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on 2013-10-19 08:25 pm (UTC)Fun and cute as hell - plus that last line's pure gold. x
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on 2013-10-20 08:07 am (UTC)A Spillow full of snarky banter complete with a dash of caring Spike!
*kisses* xxx
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