Title: Her Favorite
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: San Francisco, Dawn’s house. Set in a post-S11 alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Joyce Harris is turning three.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #387 - Noise
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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“There you are,” said Buffy, joining Spike on the back porch. “Why are you here all alone?”
“Allowing my abused eardrums to rest. Didn’t know that a bunch of three-year-olds could be so bloody noisy.”
She sat next to him. “Our niece is about to blow her birthday candles and she asked for her favorite uncle.”
“I’m her only uncle.”
“She refuses to turn three if you’re not there.”
He scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s important for her. Please? For Joyce?”
“Summers women. Bane of my bloody existence,” he groaned, standing up.
She stood, kissing him. “Love you too, Grumpy vamp.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: San Francisco, Dawn’s house. Set in a post-S11 alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Joyce Harris is turning three.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #387 - Noise
Crossposted: My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
—
“There you are,” said Buffy, joining Spike on the back porch. “Why are you here all alone?”
“Allowing my abused eardrums to rest. Didn’t know that a bunch of three-year-olds could be so bloody noisy.”
She sat next to him. “Our niece is about to blow her birthday candles and she asked for her favorite uncle.”
“I’m her only uncle.”
“She refuses to turn three if you’re not there.”
He scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s important for her. Please? For Joyce?”
“Summers women. Bane of my bloody existence,” he groaned, standing up.
She stood, kissing him. “Love you too, Grumpy vamp.”