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100wordsTitle: Evil Lightbulb
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Spike wants to fix a flickering light in the basement.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #047 Shadow + #283 Piece of Cake + #356 Double/Triple Drabbles [Amnesty XLV]
Crossposted:sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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“That’s it. Your flickering days are over,” grumbled Spike, grabbing a ladder. “No more sodding light-and-shadow shows in my basement.”
Buffy watched from the doorway, a smirk curving her lips. “That’s not an evil lightbulb, Spike. It’s just about to burn out.”
He placed the ladder under it. “And I’m about to put it out of its misery.”
“Want some help, hon?”
Spike scoffed, climbing the ladder. “I think I can handle a bloody lightbulb, pet.”
As he reached up to unscrew the bulb, the ladder wobbled and Spike muttered a string of curses, trying and failing to steady himself.
“Bollocks! Bloody hell!” he exclaimed when the ladder gave way, sending him tumbling to the floor.
Buffy couldn’t help but burst into laughter, clutching her stomach at the sight of Spike sprawled on the ground, ladder on top.
“Glad you’re enjoying the show, pet.”
Spike glared at her, but a hint of amusement in his eyes betrayed his mood. He loved the sound of her laughter, even if it came at his expense.
Buffy offered him a hand. “Come on, together we’ll beat the evil lightbulb that tried to slay you. Piece of cake.”
“You’re not funny, pet,” he groaned.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Setting/Spoilers: Set post-S11 (comics) in an alternate reality where Buffy and Spike are an established couple.
Summary: Spike wants to fix a flickering light in the basement.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompt: #047 Shadow + #283 Piece of Cake + #356 Double/Triple Drabbles [Amnesty XLV]
Crossposted:
sweetandshort, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark —
“That’s it. Your flickering days are over,” grumbled Spike, grabbing a ladder. “No more sodding light-and-shadow shows in my basement.”
Buffy watched from the doorway, a smirk curving her lips. “That’s not an evil lightbulb, Spike. It’s just about to burn out.”
He placed the ladder under it. “And I’m about to put it out of its misery.”
“Want some help, hon?”
Spike scoffed, climbing the ladder. “I think I can handle a bloody lightbulb, pet.”
As he reached up to unscrew the bulb, the ladder wobbled and Spike muttered a string of curses, trying and failing to steady himself.
“Bollocks! Bloody hell!” he exclaimed when the ladder gave way, sending him tumbling to the floor.
Buffy couldn’t help but burst into laughter, clutching her stomach at the sight of Spike sprawled on the ground, ladder on top.
“Glad you’re enjoying the show, pet.”
Spike glared at her, but a hint of amusement in his eyes betrayed his mood. He loved the sound of her laughter, even if it came at his expense.
Buffy offered him a hand. “Come on, together we’ll beat the evil lightbulb that tried to slay you. Piece of cake.”
“You’re not funny, pet,” he groaned.
