Fic: Yarn!Spike finds food

which clothes, who knitted a couple of Spikes, mentioned writing stories for them on a day when I ran out of stuff to do at work.  This is why they really should keep me busy at the office. 
Note: I'm calling him Yarn!Spike instead of knitted Spike, which is whichclothes' term for him, in honor of the most awesome superhero, Yarn Man (Megaton Man comics, and am I a geek or what!)

Master index for The Adventures of Yarn!Spike


Spike found himself on a windowsill, uncertain how he’d gotten there, and still made of yarn, which was bloody annoying, but neither of those mattered at the moment. He’d found food!

As he surveyed the room again, Spike’s eyes were first drawn to an Angel-doll brooding in the corner. Blech! He was almost as bad as that other Spike that, happily, whichclothes had been smart enough to get rid of. Buffy was sitting on a bookshelf and yeah he'd like a fight but food first. He hadn't eaten in– Spike fell back against the window and stared up at the ceiling. How long had it been? He couldn't recall, but that was all the more reason to eat first. He went back to his two remaining choices: Xander and Willow.

There was something enticing about the way Xander was lying on the bed, but Willow, sitting on a desk and surrounded by books, looked too innocent for words. Something about “I'd bite you” flashed through Spike's mind, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Not that he had fingers, mind you. Spike looked back and forth between Willow and Xander until vague memories of “I'd bite you in a heartbeat” won out over even vaguer notions of “moist and delicious”.

Taking a couple of wobbly steps, Spike launched himself towards the desk. He landed face first on the floor. “I can't believe I am still made of yarn,” he muttered quietly, not wanting to put the other dolls on alert, as he climbed a chair up to the desk.

Wobbling towards Willow, he shook his head. He paused and shook it again. He patted yarn hands to yarn face. Dropping his arms, his eyes darted desperately around the room. “No fangs?” he shouted. “How the bloody hell am I supposed to feed with no fangs?”

“Ha!” As a shout came from the doorway, Spike fell back and landed at Willow's feet. He looked up to see whichclothes and some stupid cow of a woman standing there. “I told you he'd go for her,” the cow was gloating. “Spillow wins the day. You owe me twenty bucks,” she said, holding out her hand.

As whichclothes pulled out her wallet, she grumbled towards Spike. “You couldn't have gone for Xander even after I set him up so seductively? You did that on purpose, didn't you? There is no way I knitted straight!Spike.”

Spike sat up and looked towards the other doll. His confusion shone through even his knitted face as he asked, “Spillow?”

Willow smiled at him.

Fic: Scorned 4/8

Title: Scorned
Series: Lotus in Muddy Water
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Faith, Wesley
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: As she pinned the comb in her hair, whiteness snaked out from the comb, bleaching her hair. She screamed, arching forward as she fell into the sea. Twisting under the waves, she writhed under the water, as if scrabbling for escape. Her hand reached upward but was unable to break through the surface. With a final grimace, she relaxed into the sea's cold embrace. As her feet touched down to the bottom, white locks drifted in the current. The moon drifted across the horizon and was close to setting before she moved again. Her eyes opened and looked up from below the sea.
Notes: Many thanks to my most awesome betas: deird1, for making sure Wesley and Aidan didn't do anything totally unBritish; and diebirchen who is so very patient when I keep making the same grammar errors!


( Scorned, Part 4 )

The Adventures of Yarn!Spike - Master List

which clothes, who knitted a couple of Spikes, mentioned writing stories for them on a day when I ran out of stuff to do at work.  This is why they really should keep me busy at the office. 
Note: I'm calling him Yarn!Spike instead of knitted Spike, which is whichclothes' term for him, in honor of the most awesome superhero, Yarn Man (Megaton Man comics, and am I a geek or what!)

Yarn!Spike kills himself - an attempted suicide leaves him more lost than before
Yarn!Spike watches tv and realizes something truly terrible
Yarn!Spike finds food - Yarn!Spike finds someone to eat, but things aren't quite what he thought
Yarn!Spike checks out the Xander-doll - umm, I think that's rather self-explanatory
Yarn!Spike checks out the new house - and what do you know?  He can see himself in the mirror
Yarn!Spike finds cigarettes - it's not as easy to cop a smoke as you'd expect
Yarn!Spike watches the kids - that is the kids from devo79's Accidental Fatherhood, and please note that my posting a story in that verse was done with permission.

And there's more...  skargasm and Emelye Miller have put me to shame with their knitted!Spike stories, and whichclothes has found the real culprit behind these stories!

And, as of November 2010 I finally got around to writing my original yarn!Spike story idea!
Title: Conjuring Love From the Ashes of an Old Flame
Rating: R overall
Summary: Drusilla has a way to bring Angelus back. Unfortunately she needs Spike's ashes to do it.