(Between “Listening To Fear” and “Into the Woods”)
Spike is in love. Buffy is in a relationship.
Spike is irritated. Buffy is unsatisfied.
Spuffy are tiffing. Tara is uncomfortable.
And the Gods are watching.
With popcorn.
So... hm. I had a peripatetic childhood, which fueled my endless curiosity. I'm a bit Aspergers-y, so I'm a people-watcher, and that pays dividends in fic if not in RL, lol. I was a psych-anth major, and am broadly spiritual-agnostic-unlabeled and alternative in just about every conceivable way, so my stories tend to be hugely wordy, philosophical, psychological, and delve a lot into weird personal ethics, biology, sexuality, existential angst, and stream-of-consciousness.
When it comes to Spuffy... Well. One day I was at a friend's house when out of nowhere she turned on the current season of BtVS and showed me this guy who looked like the guy I wanted to marry when I'd seen the "White Wedding" video when I was five. He was wearing this sexy blue midriff shirt and then, you know, laying over a cross, smoking, all cray-cray, his hair coming unraveled and undisciplined, and... well. I found out later she was trying to get in my pants, lol, using the universal sexiness that is Spike, which... isn't necessarily the wrong way to go, but was a bit confusing. Didn't work for her, but later I went back and found That Guy, and you know, FELL IN LOVE, HARD. And, the rest, as they say, is history. Which means I came at Spuffy from the lens of a 35yo, and thus I despise everything about Bangel; therefore you will see mostly thinly-disguised rage in my fics in that direction, since I'm also a youth-counselor, and... yeah.
As it stands, Spuffy has managed to be the only het pairing which still maintains my interest (boy-howdy!), which is saying something. I LOVE YOU, SPUFFY!!!
Thank you, OYB, for bringing me to EF!
(Between “Listening To Fear” and “Into the Woods”)
Spike is in love. Buffy is in a relationship.
Spike is irritated. Buffy is unsatisfied.
Spuffy are tiffing. Tara is uncomfortable.
And the Gods are watching.
With popcorn.
Part One of the Something Wicked series. (S4, between Something Blue and Hush)
The Hellions have visited Sunnydale before. Here and there, in twos and threes, looking for a good time. Any hellmouth is a good time, after all. Usually they don’t stay long, since the new Slayer started to get a reputation for making good times go bad. No one wants to play when there’s a sheriff in town. But then word gets around that a vamp with a reputation of his own has joined the Slayer’s camp. That pisses off more than a few boys in the demon world; especially demons with a score to settle and a serious dislike of vamps in general, that one in particular.
What’s interesting is… Once the score gets settled, the sheriff gets distracted dealing with the fallout. And all of a sudden, the town’s wide open.
Or is it?
Once upon a time it was a bit of a fetish. Now, it's really more in the nature of a game.
Except, sometimes, he goes overboard. And when he does, she lets him know about it.
And how. When certain vampires push the game too far, they pay the price. Willingly.
(After all, there are rewards.)
There must have been a spell. Probably. Not that she really cared, when the proceeds were so...
Well. Sensuous.
And fun.
Certain demons could be very playful when they were feeling a certain kind of way.
The universe had a few things go wrong in it.
So an order was put in for a second go, by the Powers.
When a Slayer took down her first Master, in LA,
when Whistler was sent in to point a vampire with a soul
at a girl who had no clue what he was up to,
things slid a little sideways, onto a slightly different track.
What is 'normal', really?
Who is prophesied?
And what happens if you give the ingredients a stir
before you send your dish back to the kitchen and ask for a new version of the same meal?
Buffy is holed up in a hotel in Rome, hiding from the Immortal.
She is not alone.
Things are not what they seem... in more ways than one.
Follow us down the rabbit hole, gentle reader, if you will?
Part Two of the Something Wicked series (S5, beginning with "Buffy vs Dracula")
Spuffy have been together for a while now. Things have been great. The Scoobies have more or less accepted the reality of their couplehood, Spike finally has his own place, so there’s plenty of thoroughly excellent shag-time, and college is kind of fun when you have a worldly, undead tutor to poke fun at your instructors and help you remember your lessons with fascinating anecdotes or, when that fails, incredibly memorable sexy-times. Life is actually, like, bordering on good.
But then Mr. Eurovamp 2000 blows into town and causes a bunch of jealousy. And then Buffy starts having a bunch of crappy Slayer dreams about glowy purply stuff. And Dawn is going off the hook even more than usual, and Mom is acting weird… And, as if there’s not enough to deal with, Buffy’s pretty sure that idiot Riley Finn is still lurking around town trying to come up with a reason to shoot her boyfriend…
Buffy should have known things couldn’t stay yummy for long. She probably would have started to worry if it had.