BtVS / Spuffy, Dawn — Cookie Fever
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100wordsTitle: Cookie Fever
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike, Buffy, Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Post-Series; Set after S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Getting ready for Christmas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #369 - Music
Crossposted: My journal andanythingdrabble
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Spike groaned, pushing the cookie cutter into the dough while Buffy and Dawn kneaded more of that. How did the Summers women always rope him into doing that kind of stuff?
“How many sodding gingerbread men are we making?” he asked. “And do we have to listen to this fa-la-la-la-la rubbish all the time?”
“It’s Christmas music, Spike. Don’t be such a Grinch,” said Buffy with a wink.
The oven timer dinged and Dawn bounced with excitement. “First batch is ready!” she exclaimed. “Spike, will you get it please? And careful, it’s hot.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, grabbing the oven mitts.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike, Buffy, Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Post-Series; Set after S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Getting ready for Christmas
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #369 - Music
Crossposted: My journal and
anythingdrabble—
Spike groaned, pushing the cookie cutter into the dough while Buffy and Dawn kneaded more of that. How did the Summers women always rope him into doing that kind of stuff?
“How many sodding gingerbread men are we making?” he asked. “And do we have to listen to this fa-la-la-la-la rubbish all the time?”
“It’s Christmas music, Spike. Don’t be such a Grinch,” said Buffy with a wink.
The oven timer dinged and Dawn bounced with excitement. “First batch is ready!” she exclaimed. “Spike, will you get it please? And careful, it’s hot.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, grabbing the oven mitts.
