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Prompt: Ship of Ghouls (fluff)
Prompt: Ship of Ghouls
Setting: AU following A Spooky Little Ghoul Like You
Rating: PG
Words: 450
A/N: I'm not entirely sure what this is. But whatever it is, it's fluffy. If only for lack of a better word.
It had been a year since Buffy the Ghoul Slayer had seen Spike, a year during which she’d had time to mourn Riley (though with no corpse to be found, the rest of the world had assumed him AWOL, and since the rest of the world didn’t believe in ghouls – Buffy barely did herself – she hadn’t even tried to straighten the rest of the world out). Her time with Spike had faded into something beautiful, but gossamer and unreal.
Buffy marched down the street, prepared to do her sacred duty of wandering around the graveyards for an hour or so, and then going home and going to bed. She was a little unclear on why she had to do this since she still had never met a ghoul other than Spike, but the fussy old guy who called himself her Watcher wouldn’t stop nagging her until she did it. Sometimes Buffy thought about reporting him to the police for harassment, but other than the nagging, he seemed harmless enough.
A sudden noise made her look up, and she gasped in surprise. Even though it had been a year since she’d seen him last, even though he was wearing a different body, Buffy knew it was him the moment she saw him across the moonlit graveyard.
She flew across the graveyard to meet him, then stopped short of the compact but well-muscled man with bleached blond hair and piercing blue eyes. “Spike,” she said mournfully. “Why did you come back? Now I – I don’t want to have to kill you!”
“Then don’t,” he said, taking her into his arms.
Buffy went gladly, snuggling into his firm chest, before she realized – “You can talk!”
“That I can, love,” he said in a sexy British accent.
“How?”
“I went to see a man about a girl.” Spike tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t bear to live without you, Buffy, so I went and got myself a permanent body. No more eating corpses, no more changing forms. No more rotted meat smell. Just a man – more or less.”
Buffy wondered about the more-or-less part, but she was too busy basking to question it just yet. “Spike,” she said. “Tell me – tell me what your real name is.”
“William. But... I like Spike,” he said with a shy smile.
“Me too.” Buffy smiled back. “This is great! I can’t wait for everybody to meet you – there’s a barbeque at Xander’s house tomorrow afternoon. It’ll be perfect!”
“Outside? In the sun?” Spike said.
“I don’t think his apartment manager would be too happy with charcoal stains on the carpet. Why?”
“Oh,” Spike said, his face falling. “It’s just... have you ever heard of vampires?”
Setting: AU following A Spooky Little Ghoul Like You
Rating: PG
Words: 450
A/N: I'm not entirely sure what this is. But whatever it is, it's fluffy. If only for lack of a better word.
It had been a year since Buffy the Ghoul Slayer had seen Spike, a year during which she’d had time to mourn Riley (though with no corpse to be found, the rest of the world had assumed him AWOL, and since the rest of the world didn’t believe in ghouls – Buffy barely did herself – she hadn’t even tried to straighten the rest of the world out). Her time with Spike had faded into something beautiful, but gossamer and unreal.
Buffy marched down the street, prepared to do her sacred duty of wandering around the graveyards for an hour or so, and then going home and going to bed. She was a little unclear on why she had to do this since she still had never met a ghoul other than Spike, but the fussy old guy who called himself her Watcher wouldn’t stop nagging her until she did it. Sometimes Buffy thought about reporting him to the police for harassment, but other than the nagging, he seemed harmless enough.
A sudden noise made her look up, and she gasped in surprise. Even though it had been a year since she’d seen him last, even though he was wearing a different body, Buffy knew it was him the moment she saw him across the moonlit graveyard.
She flew across the graveyard to meet him, then stopped short of the compact but well-muscled man with bleached blond hair and piercing blue eyes. “Spike,” she said mournfully. “Why did you come back? Now I – I don’t want to have to kill you!”
“Then don’t,” he said, taking her into his arms.
Buffy went gladly, snuggling into his firm chest, before she realized – “You can talk!”
“That I can, love,” he said in a sexy British accent.
“How?”
“I went to see a man about a girl.” Spike tipped her chin up to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t bear to live without you, Buffy, so I went and got myself a permanent body. No more eating corpses, no more changing forms. No more rotted meat smell. Just a man – more or less.”
Buffy wondered about the more-or-less part, but she was too busy basking to question it just yet. “Spike,” she said. “Tell me – tell me what your real name is.”
“William. But... I like Spike,” he said with a shy smile.
“Me too.” Buffy smiled back. “This is great! I can’t wait for everybody to meet you – there’s a barbeque at Xander’s house tomorrow afternoon. It’ll be perfect!”
“Outside? In the sun?” Spike said.
“I don’t think his apartment manager would be too happy with charcoal stains on the carpet. Why?”
“Oh,” Spike said, his face falling. “It’s just... have you ever heard of vampires?”