“Tell me how you’d kill me,” Buffy asked. Spike's breath came a little ragged, and he almost laughed. “Tell me,” she whispered as she sensuously nuzzled his throat, “or I’ll go.” Takes place near the end of their affair, just before As You Were.

While under her Will Be Done spell, Willow just happened to say “I don’t care about anything,” and as a result, wanders blithely off as a vengeance demon. Spike and Buffy are left to protect a threatened Xander and a blind Giles while under the effect of a powerful love charm. But all is not happy in paradise – they’re still constantly fighting, and Angel is determined to end the spell they’re under. In a desperate attempt to collect the tattered remains of all their lives, ex-watcher Wesley Windham-Pryce is called in to try and play marriage counselor between the vampire and the slayer. Not entirely as crack fic or as fluffy as the premise would suggest, though it starts funny.

It’s Christmas Eve, and Buffy and Spike have been married all of two weeks, but the past, the present, and the future all seem bent on tearing them apart. Or maybe it’s not them. Maybe it’s just Buffy. A little holiday fic set in the same universe as my story Care, where Willow became a vengeance demon in Something Blue, and everyone else was just left to go along with the spells she left behind.

Inspired by a meme which I'll try to post, what if Dracula put a curse on Spike while he was in Sunnydale. How would Buffy react to having Spike as a pet?