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Welcome to the SB Ashtray! A sister community to sb_fag_ends, we are here to provide a venue for anything you might ever have wanted to produce for that comm, but couldn't - whether it was because you didn't finish within the prompt month, because your prompt response got too long, or whether it didn't quite hit the Spuffy brief of that other comm.

Here there are no such restrictions - but you must respond to a prompt that once existed on sb_fag_ends. We've been going since August 2010, so hopefully you will be spoilt for choice!

To get started, feel free to browse our GoogleDocs Spreadsheet o' Prompts, or else check out the featured prompts tag, which will take you to the mod posts which highlight various prompts that have happened in the past. On Fag Ends, you can investigate the original posts under the prompts tag and the monthly theme tag.

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Title: Blooming Obsession
Author: feliciacraft
Pairing: Sponion
Setting: Season 4
Rating: PG
Length: 400 words
Author's Note: For sb_fag_ends's Feb, 2016 month of "Tainted Love", week 1 prompt "Love is a Stranger" (by Eurythmics). Posted here instead of on sb-fag-ends as it features a pre-Spuffy Spike.
Feedback: Yes, please!



You know it's not love. That much is abundantly clear.

It's far worse. It's an obsession.


(P.S. The ad linked at the bottom of the fic is real should you want to experience it yourself.)

A Little More Complete

Title: A Little More Complete
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Character/Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: sb_fag_ends: You're the only one who understands me.; nekid_spike: Explosion; and 1_million_words: Blow Me Away!: Walking After Midnight
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,885
Date Written: 28 November, 2015
Summary: Buffy walks, thinks, fights, and, most of all, feels.Collapse )
The Everyday Life of Monsters
by Barb C

Words: ~600
Characters: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG
Setting: Barbverse (Post-Gift AU)
Notes: Spike and Buffy vs. the Recession, Part 2. Takes place in the Barbverse, circa 2014 or so. For the prompt: Domesticity -
A sort of neutral domestic moment, neither happy nor sad.


Couch springs whumfed as Spike collapsed beside her, and for a moment they sprawled there, side by side, too tired even to flick on the TV.

He roused first. "Your day?"

Buffy rubbed her eyes. "There's a new suck club downtown - Bite Club. We'd better keep an eye on it. And I found a lead on those Keller demons. Oh! I ran into Mrs. Erskine at the grocery store and gave her the earnest speech about athletics enriching a young girl's life and voila, another three months of lessons." She rummaged through her purse, produced a check, and waved it triumphantly. "Let's hope it's not boingy. You?"

Spike grunted. "Tracked down that git who owes us for the Ergax scales - Elhorn the Magniloquent or whatever he's calling himself. Bleeder tried to pay me off in fairy gold, but he had a nice long chat with my knuckles and saw the error of his ways." He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a tattered roll of bills originating in at least eight different countries, three of which didn't exist any longer.

Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing – sometimes they were worth more to a collector than the face value. Buffy plucked the limpest and most dog-earred of the lot from the fan of currency and held it up to the light. "Yay us. We can stop taking the kids to lunch at the sample trays at Costco for a few weeks. What are we gonna do about the washing machine?"

Spike yawned. "I keep telling you, the security camera on the ATM down on the corner's been out of commission for months."

She was ninety percent certain he was joking, but she gave him a half-hearted punch anyway. Sometimes she suspected that he said stuff like that on purpose, to invite punching. "The non-evil version."

The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement. "Oh, right. I'll think on it. Might be a few more deadbeat wizards in the files."

"I hope so. Did I mention that Bill needs a filling and Connie needs braces?" At Spike's look, "Hey, it could be worse. It could have been the other way around." What kind of specialist it would have taken to fit braces that morphed between human teeth and fangs, she really didn't want to contemplate.

"Sodding braces." Spike went a little fangy himself for a moment, perhaps indulging in a fantasy of a drained and cowering orthodontist. "If anyone'd told me, back in the day, that William the Bloody would come to this..." He waved a hand at the living room, currently in dire need of vacuuming. "This is exactly the sort of mind-numbing, soul-sucking, bourgeois existence I became a vampire to get away from, you know."

Buffy snorted, stifling a smile. "And how's that working out for you?"

He pursed his lips and feigned consideration. "Seeing as I haven't a soul to suck, pretty well."

"Some ex-mortal enemies would not leave the obvious comeback lying there..."

Spike swung an arm around her shoulders and tucked her against his side with a grin. "But you're made of finer stuff." He thumbed the remote, and the room filled with the soothing, mindless flicker of three AM I Love Lucy reruns.

This was what she'd miss most, Buffy reflected as she snuggled up against his chest, should she ever lose it. It wasn't that there hadn't been big moments in their lives. All in all, they'd probably had more big moments than most couples.

There were just so many more small ones.

END

Fic: Morning After, PG13, Buffy/Spike

Morning After
By Barb C.
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Rating: PG13
Setting: Post-Gift AU
Words: 1451
Prompt: The cold light of day
Notes: Barbverse. Immediately after "In A Yellow Wood" and immediately before "Mightier Than The Sword." This turned out slightly longer than I expected, so to the Ashtray it goes.


It was past noon when Buffy woke, clawing her way out of a dream where she trudged across the blistering red sands of Wolfram & Hart's pocket dimension, while small, spiny demons pursued her, cheeping "Mama! Mama!" Spike tightened his arm around her middle as she stirred, pulling her closer with a predatory rumble of content. She could just lie here, right? Safe and warm and comfortable, letting Spike's not-a-purr lull her back to sleep, and forget all about the impossible little clump of cells busily multiplying away in her belly?

Well, not impossible. But extremely unlikely. The doctors at the Gregson Clinic had been very clear about that, when they'd examined the newly-living-and-breathing Spike a year and a half ago. Lacking a soul, the revivifying properties of the Mohra blood had left him very much a vampire, albeit one with a (very slow) pulse. And she was still (mostly) human. What really was impossible was not thinking about the weird little blob on Doctor Sparrow's evil ultrasound machine, or about what Spike's demon side had looked like in Pylea...or what her demon side had looked like in Pylea, or – "Spike," she whispered. "Wake up. We have to talk."

Spike's nose burrowed deeper into the crook of her neck. "Decided to kill me after all?" he mumbled.

He didn't sound terribly concerned about his immanent demise, and Buffy wasn't sure if that was reassuring or irritating. "No." She rolled over within the circle of his embrace and poked him in the ribs. "About Lizard Baby."

Immediately, Spike's eyes flew open and he propped himself up on one elbow, all enthusiasm. "Ah, I've been thinking about that! I reckon we can move all the rubbish from my office over to the crypt and make the office into a nursery. That'll leave your old room free for Dawn for the next few years, and if we've got another one on the way by the time she moves out – " At her deer-in-the-headlights look, he reined himself in, looking as penitent as he was capable of. "Sorry, love. Getting ahead of myself. 'Course we'll want to talk about names first."

Buffy groaned. "Spike... look, I was a little manic last night, and – "

Worried blue eyes searched her face. "Ah. You... uh... haven't changed your mind, have you? About keeping her?"

She stilled, studying him in turn. "What if I said I had?"

He flinched as though she'd hit him, and the fact that he tried to hide it somehow made it worse. "I'd get hammered and smash something up. You'd break my heart, love, but it wouldn't be the first time. Nor the last, if that's what you're worried about."

A brief shudder went through her – I was terrified, you dope. You want this so badly... "I haven't changed my mind." His chest, which had been motionless as stone beneath her hand, rose and fell in a sudden hitching breath of relief. "I... I don't know if we'll ever get a chance to do this again, you know? Maybe it's a one-time thing. But we don't know nearly enough about what's happening in here." She dropped a hand to her stomach, where Lizard Baby gestated blissfully unaware of his-hers-its mother's angst, and her fingers clenched. "We've got to face the possibility that this isn't... normal." Before Spike could respond, she rushed on, "And I don't just mean not human! We have no idea what normal even is for us! If this is because of some weird prophecy or curse or – Cordelia's had what, three demon pregnancies? And none of them ended well! What if it inherits all the demony parts from both of us, and really is a lizard baby?"

Spike sucked his cheeks in, suppressing a smile. "You rather fancied me with scales, as I recall. But this isn't Pylea, pet. I don't think that's likely."

"Nothing about this is likely!" Two weeks ago everything had been normal. Or as normal as it got for a vampire slayer living in wedded bliss with a nominally-reformed, magically-revivified vampire. And then White Pill Week had arrived, but nothing else had. It hadn't been that unusual for Buffy to skip a period back when she was in college. It happened to female athletes all the time, the magazines had assured her. Just a normal consequence of ultra-low body fat. But over the last two years she'd made peace with the demands of Slayer appetite, and on the pills she'd been as regular as clockwork. She'd been concerned more for Spike (who looked forward to White Pill Week all month) than for herself. Sure, she'd been a little tired lately, but what else was new, and maybe her breasts were a little tender, but so what, and it was totally impossible, so why was she even buying the kit?

And then she'd been sitting in the bathroom, staring at an impossible pink line. And shortly thereafter, zapped into a Wolfram & Hart prison dimension with a dozen of her alternate-universe selves. But hey, that part was just another average day in Sunnydale.

"The boffins at the Clinic told us there was an outside chance. Which is why you were on those bloody pills, for all the good they did." Spike couldn't quite keep the note of smug satisfaction out of his voice, as though he'd singlehandedly defeated the forces of the contraceptive industry. "You're not the only one who's been cogitating during this whole affair. I never got a chance to ask before that Mears bastard spirited you and the mite off to durance vile – how far along are you, Slayer?"

What had Sparrow said? "About six weeks. I think."

"Well, then, two questions: One, what did we do six weeks ago that we'd never done before, and two, how do vampires generally make more vampires?"

For a minute Buffy's mind blanked, and then — Oh. The weekend vacation to Tijuana. The fight with the nest of vampires. The exhilarating post-fight sex. Spike's fangs grazing her shoulder – an accident, because he never, but never bit her for real. But an accident that sent a startling bolt of hurts-so-good pleasure through her, leading to... her cheeks heated at the memory. A random sentence from the stack of reports on Spike's one-of-a-kind physiology which Fred Burkle had tried to translate for them flashed through her mind: ...biological analogs of most vampire physical functions... "We... um."

"We did indeed. No prophecies. No curses. Just nature taking its course. Heartbeat or no, I'm still a vampire. We can fuck each other's brains out, but I can only get you up the duff if I bite you while we're doing it." Spike's barely-suppressed grin had progressed from smug to downright insufferable, and he sounded not just jubilant, but... relieved? "Should have sussed it out earlier, really."

It struck her that maybe his ebullient mood wasn't just soulless cluelessness or callousness. She took his hand. "You were worried?"

Embarrassed, he ducked his head. When he spoke again his voice was low and rough and earnest, almost pleading. "Never wanted to bite you before, did I? Least, not since I stopped wanting to kill you. Not like – " he stopped himself. "Some other tossers with fangs. And then all of a sudden I did. Won't lie, it rattled me a bit. Felt like it was different this time, but what if I was fooling myself? What if I couldn't stop with just a taste? I fretted over it a good bit, until you dropped your little bombshell, and I put two and two together. Not about killing at all, not between you and me. Not anymore."

Buffy gripped his fingers hard, and blinked against the tears welling up. Stupid hormones. "Spike, I never thought you wanted –" She took a deep breath. "But we need to call Giles and research this anyway. Wolfram & Hart's pet Mengele had a creepy magical ultrasound, and I saw the screen, and it...it had a tail."

He broke into a laugh, and before she could smack him, "Love... that's perfectly normal at six weeks. I looked it up on the internet while you were in the shower last night." He considered for a moment. "Much more likely she's going to end up with fangs."

"It – oh." Buffy subsided into the blankets, scowling. "I knew that. Just being cautious."

Spike rolled over, panther-lithe, and sat up. "Ring up the Watcher, and the Clinic too, while you're at it if it'll set your mind at rest. I'll let 'em poke and prod me some more. But tonight I'm going down to Willy's and celebrate. Get hammered. Smash something up."

"Hmf. Better make it a good night, because it's the last time you'll be doing that for a good long while. Even if this is an ordinary human baby, there's so much – can we afford it? What about slaying? And college? My God, we have to start saving for college right now!"

That gave him pause, but only for a moment. No suppressing the grin this time; it broke over his face as wide and brilliant as sunrise. "Best night of my life."

End

Better late than never?

Found these two little characters and couldn't remember where I got the prompt(s) above them, so I posted them on my journal yesterday. Turns out, they were sb_fag_ends prompts from quite a while ago. Too late to post it there, but not for this community. I give you: "If only Spike had caught Buffy's eye in that club". (now, TBH, I suspect the prompt was meant for the scene in "The Girl in Question" rather than way back in season 2 in the Bronze. But my first thought was when he stalked her in the Bronze, so there you go.)

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I don't know that I've done an ashtray post before - not for a long time, anyway. No idea what I'm supposed to put in the tags, if anything. ETA - thank you whichever mod did thi for me! Will try to make a note of it for future reference. :)

Fic: Palimpsest - Epilogue

Prompt: I don't believe in this stuff anyway... (Sept 2014).
Title:  Palimpsest (Epilogue)
Rating: R
Setting: Post-series AU (could be mid-S9)
Warnings: Grab your tissues.  At least - I hope you need them!  :)
A/N: I wrote this a year ago in preparation for the next round of Seasonal Spuffy... but Seasonal Spuffy has gone on hiatus.  Meanwhile, S10 keeps getting more and more Scooby-friendship friendly, unlike S9.  This is much closer to S9's mood.
A/N2: Written to go off-canon sometime mid-S9, but also written so that comic knowledge is mostly unnecessary (except for a few small jokes).
A/N3: Thanks to foxstarreh and margueritedaisy for beta work, and foxstarreh for being my S9 encyclopedia so that I didn't have to actually buy or read the comics.  :)

PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, and PART FOUR


Palimpsest:  1)  A parchment or the like from which the writing has been partially or completely erased and replaced with new writing.  2)  Something that has been changed over time and shows evidence of that change.  (Merriam-Webster Online)


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Fic: Palimpsest - Part Four

Prompt: I don't believe in this stuff anyway... (Sept 2014).
Title:  Palimpsest (Part Four)
Rating: R
Setting: Post-series AU (could be mid-S9)
Warnings: Grab your tissues.  At least - I hope you need them!  :)
A/N: I wrote this a year ago in preparation for the next round of Seasonal Spuffy... but Seasonal Spuffy has gone on hiatus.  Meanwhile, S10 keeps getting more and more Scooby-friendship friendly, unlike S9.  This is much closer to S9's mood.
A/N2: Written to go off-canon sometime mid-S9, but also written so that comic knowledge is mostly unnecessary (except for a few small jokes).
A/N3: Thanks to foxstarreh and margueritedaisy for beta work, and foxstarreh for being my S9 encyclopedia so that I didn't have to actually buy or read the comics.  :)

PART ONE, PART TWO and PART THREE


Palimpsest:  1)  A parchment or the like from which the writing has been partially or completely erased and replaced with new writing.  2)  Something that has been changed over time and shows evidence of that change.  (Merriam-Webster Online)


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Fic: Palimpsest - Part Three

Prompt: I don't believe in this stuff anyway... (Sept 2014).
Title:  Palimpsest (Part Three)
Rating: R
Setting: Post-series AU (could be mid-S9)
Warnings: Grab your tissues.  At least - I hope you need them!  :)
A/N: I wrote this a year ago in preparation for the next round of Seasonal Spuffy... but Seasonal Spuffy has gone on hiatus.  Meanwhile, S10 keeps getting more and more Scooby-friendship friendly, unlike S9.  This is much closer to S9's mood.
A/N2: Written to go off-canon sometime mid-S9, but also written so that comic knowledge is mostly unnecessary (except for a few small jokes).
A/N3: Thanks to foxstarreh and margueritedaisy for beta work, and foxstarreh for being my S9 encyclopedia so that I didn't have to actually buy or read the comics.  :)

PART ONE HERE and PART TWO HERE


Palimpsest:  1)  A parchment or the like from which the writing has been partially or completely erased and replaced with new writing.  2)  Something that has been changed over time and shows evidence of that change.  (Merriam-Webster Online)


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Fic: Palimpsest - Part Two

Prompt: I don't believe in this stuff anyway... (Sept 2014).
Title:  Palimpsest (Part Two)
Rating: R
Setting: Post-series AU (could be mid-S9)
Warnings: Grab your tissues.  At least - I hope you need them!  :)
A/N: I wrote this a year ago in preparation for the next round of Seasonal Spuffy... but Seasonal Spuffy has gone on hiatus.  Meanwhile, S10 keeps getting more and more Scooby-friendship friendly, unlike S9.  This is much closer to S9's mood.
A/N2: Written to go off-canon sometime mid-S9, but also written so that comic knowledge is mostly unnecessary (except for a few small jokes).
A/N3: Thanks to foxstarreh and margueritedaisy for beta work, and foxstarreh for being my S9 encyclopedia so that I didn't have to actually buy or read the comics.  :)

PART ONE HERE


Palimpsest:  1)  A parchment or the like from which the writing has been partially or completely erased and replaced with new writing.  2)  Something that has been changed over time and shows evidence of that change.  (Merriam-Webster Online)

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Fic: Palimpsest - Part One

Prompt: I don't believe in this stuff anyway... (Sept 2014).
Title:  Palimpsest
Rating: R
Setting: Post-series AU (could be mid-S9)
Warnings: Grab your tissues.  At least - I hope you need them!  :)
A/N: I wrote this a year ago in preparation for the next round of Seasonal Spuffy... but Seasonal Spuffy has gone on hiatus.  Meanwhile, S10 keeps getting more and more Scooby-friendship friendly, unlike S9.  This is much closer to S9's mood.
A/N2: Written to go off-canon sometime mid-S9, but also written so that comic knowledge is unnecessary (except for a few small jokes).
A/N3: Thanks to foxstarreh and margueritedaisy for beta work, and foxstarreh for being my S9 encyclopedia so that I didn't have to actually buy or read the comics.  :)

Palimpsest:  1)  A parchment or the like from which the writing has been partially or completely erased and replaced with new writing.  2)  Something that has been changed over time and shows evidence of that change.  (Merriam-Webster Online)


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Good Work Team (Spike, PG13)

Title Good Work Team
Pairing Spike/Buffy
Rating PG13
Words 2700
Setting late season 5
Warnings This is the anti-Spuffy canon. Everything you loved about Intervention onwards, seen through a warped lens. Please don’t be surprised.
Prompt this never was a fag ends prompt, but it’s inspired by a round a long time ago called What If. It made me think, eventually. What if Out Of My Mind never happened? What if Spike didn’t love (or didn’t realise he loved) Buffy? Hence crossposting here, before being run out of Spuffy fandom on a rail.



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Drabble: Office Party

So I saw the prompt "The best is yet to come", and my poor overheated brain misread it a bit, and, well... this drabble came out before I could stop it. I really do apologize.

Title: Office Party
Author: Beer Good ( beer_good_foamy)
Word count: 100
Fandom: Buffyverse, all 12 seasons
Pairings: Um... a few, none of them remotely canon
Rating: R

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Well, I was convinced I had to try and write something, because it's been too long! And so I started with this week's Fag Ends prompts, Land Rover and A Sudden Sandstorm, but then I got to a thousand words and it was a thing that needed more words. It is still a thing that is a thing that I don't know what it is. But there is Buffy, there is desert, there is dreams, and there is Spike who could be any number of phantasms. It's all pretty vintage and I hope you get something out of it! Oh yeah, and don't ask me the reason why in this AU Buffy and co. didn't vanish to Europe less than three weeks after the Hellmouth closed. I'm going to plead that such logistical nightmares take more time? Natch post-Chosen.

Sunstroke
by Quinara.

It was about the time the sandstorm blew up that Buffy agreed the Land Rover had been a good idea. She’d been hearing Spike’s voice – Fuck the ritual; first rule you’d ever tell me is keep yourself alive – and she’d listened, begrudgingly, though there had been sixteen long days to prove he couldn’t even follow her advice himself. And that put her here, more than halfway to Vegas, a little life shy of Death Valley – but safe inside a sealed and cushioned monument to human engineering.

A hundred degrees were beating down the door, but behind the dull grey world of her sunglasses she had four bottles of water and snacks and the wheezing kiss of aircon. She was alive.

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