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Today's prompt is: Valentine.

Whether the course of true love runs smoothly or not is up to you.

Some simple rules:
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in the prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers please warn and/or leave at least three spaces.

Format for prompts:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt


Sherlock BBC, Sherlock/John, it was a human heart in the box on the doorstep.
Person of Interest, Reese/Finch, when is a date not a date?
Life on Mars, Gene, it may be Valentine's day but who stuffed the guv's desk full of Curly Wurleys?

Not really your thing? Why not try to fill one of the lonely prompts instead?




Feb. 14th, 2013 03:53 pm (UTC)
BtVS, Drusilla+Buffy, The Slayer stole all the hearts of those Dru loved; it was time to pay her back for it.
Feb. 15th, 2013 11:55 am (UTC)
Dust Thou Art
Valentine's Night, the night for lovers. Drusilla frowned, her face shifting as a low growl rose in her throat.

"No one loves Princess anymore," she said softly, mournfully. "The nasty Slayer stole away all of the dark Princess's hearts." Her voice rose in volume, transitioning from mournful to outraged. "All of my hearts..."

Where was Daddy? Where was her darling, deadly boy?

Why didn't they love their dark plum anymore?

It was all because of the Slayer. Why, why? It was like courting sunlight.

She supposed they always had been at least a little bit in love with danger, the both of them. Still... sunlight. How unnatural, how disgusting.

She knew that Grandmummy would agree. She missed Grandmummy too, every now and then.

Why was Grandmummy dust in the wind?

The answer was the same; the Slayer, always the Slayer, the Slayer like sunlight.

Drusilla laughed, heartbroken and vindictive. "I'll steal your heart, Slayer," she muttered. "They left me for the sunlight, so I'll take away the sunlight."


The Slayer was strong, Drusilla could not deny that, but strength does not necessarily win a war. Applied correctly, cunning and the element of surprise can be just as deadly, if not more so.

All it took was one little dart. The Slayer went up against the usual parade of supernatural enemies, and maybe there were more of them than usual, but Drusilla had never been disinclined to stacking the deck in her favour.

The enemies were dust, or whatever the final fate of their kind might be. The Slayer was not expecting the small dart that flew from the darkness and embedded itself in the side of her neck as the faint whistle prompted her to turn. She was not expecting Drusilla.

The Slayer crumpled. Drusilla sang as she picked up the sunlight girl.

"For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."

It might have been a funeral hymn.


Spike was a bad, bad boy. He should not have interrupted Mummy before she was finished.

"Don't, Spike," she cried, her eyes wide and damp. He stopped, just a moment before the stake he held would have entered her heart.

His gaze flicked to the Slayer, and then back to her. "Why shouldn't I?" he snarled, his fists clenching.

"It would have been a present, my knight," she half-wailed. "For you, this Valentine, a heart."

Her boy's lips drew further up from his teeth. He looked like nothing so much as a starved wolf preparing to rip out her throat.

A sudden surge of fury surged through all her veins. How dare he do this, he who had promised to love her forever and ever? "You can't save her," she hissed, grinning wide, satisfied, unhappy. "Murder me or don't, she dies either way."

They stood locked in place, like sandcastles on a windless night. Spike's fists clenched further, the stake splintered in his grasp.

Abruptly, he opened his palm so that the broken wood fell down. She watched without speaking or moving as he dashed to kneel by the Slayer's side.

He bit into his wrist, and then shoved the open wound into the Slayer's mouth. Drusilla stared, wide-eyed.

"Spike," she wailed. "Spike, why?"

"Shut up," he snarled. "I can't let her..."

She was just about to scream her protest, but instead she stumbled, eyes wide and blank. She whimpered, loud and plaintive, and then...

she blinked out of her vision. She smiled.
Feb. 15th, 2013 11:01 pm (UTC)
Re: Dust Thou Art
OOooOOOoo! Yay, I just love this. Thank you so much for writing it for me!
Feb. 16th, 2013 06:22 am (UTC)
Re: Dust Thou Art
Thank you :)
Feb. 26th, 2013 03:50 am (UTC)
Re: Dust Thou Art
Oh, this is excellent. I wonder what Dru saw to make her smile? I have a couple of theories...
Feb. 26th, 2013 04:11 am (UTC)
Re: Dust Thou Art
Thank you. I actually don't know the specifics of what she saw, either, except vampire!Buffy in such a way as to make her pause and think 'Oh, so the party will be more spectacular with her properly invited, after all'
Feb. 26th, 2013 10:49 am (UTC)
Re: Dust Thou Art
Beautiful. I love Dru's characterization and her voice. Absolutely perfect.
Feb. 26th, 2013 11:06 am (UTC)
Re: Dust Thou Art
Thank you very much.


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