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Prompt: Who's Minding the Monster? (AU)
Prompt: Who's Minding the Monster
Setting: AU
Rating: PG
Words: 200
“Nuh uh, we’re not taking fang-face,” Xander says emphatically. “He bit me on the ankle last time, and it’s still healing. He’s like a shark – he’ll scent the blood. It sends him into a frenzy.”
“Plus he pouts every time Xander pays attention to me instead of him,” Anya says. “He’s very needy, and I think way too attached to my Xander. He can’t have him.”
Buffy turns to Willow, a pleading look on her face.
“Don’t look at me,” Willow says. “Those sad eyes aren’t going to work on me. He keeps trying to grab Tara’s boobs, and I’m having none of it.”
“He does have a thing about boobs,” Buffy admits. “And zero self-control. No conscience at all.”
She turns to Giles hopefully.
“I should say not. He ate all my Wheetabix last time, and spilled his drink on the couch. There’s a permanent red stain, may I remind you? And his taste in television shows is abominable.” Giles shudders.
Buffy glares at all her so-called friends. “Come on William,” she says, picking the toddler up. “I’m sure Auntie Dawn will take care of you, so Mommy and Daddy can have a nice night out.”
Setting: AU
Rating: PG
Words: 200
“Nuh uh, we’re not taking fang-face,” Xander says emphatically. “He bit me on the ankle last time, and it’s still healing. He’s like a shark – he’ll scent the blood. It sends him into a frenzy.”
“Plus he pouts every time Xander pays attention to me instead of him,” Anya says. “He’s very needy, and I think way too attached to my Xander. He can’t have him.”
Buffy turns to Willow, a pleading look on her face.
“Don’t look at me,” Willow says. “Those sad eyes aren’t going to work on me. He keeps trying to grab Tara’s boobs, and I’m having none of it.”
“He does have a thing about boobs,” Buffy admits. “And zero self-control. No conscience at all.”
She turns to Giles hopefully.
“I should say not. He ate all my Wheetabix last time, and spilled his drink on the couch. There’s a permanent red stain, may I remind you? And his taste in television shows is abominable.” Giles shudders.
Buffy glares at all her so-called friends. “Come on William,” she says, picking the toddler up. “I’m sure Auntie Dawn will take care of you, so Mommy and Daddy can have a nice night out.”
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Nope, did not see that coming AT ALL. I had to reread it a second time and suddenly everything took on a different meaning - funny and fantastically clever, hon!
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