Title: Slayer Royale
Fandom: James Bond, BtVS
Character(s): Willow, Kennedy, James Bond
Rating: PG
Summary: Willow and Kennedy, undercover.
Length: 200 words
Disclaimer: Only the words are mine, and that's probably up for philosophical debate.
Notes: Written for the Twisting the Hellmouth January 20 in 2020 challenge: "Post twenty crossover drabbles or double drabbles about some activity that a Scooby or someone Scooby Adjacent has never done before, set in that crossover fandom. An activity that is new to them in the story, not necessarily something you've never seen anyone write about them doing in a crossover before for that character, but bonus points for originality."
Notes 2:Also, I've never written Kennedy. I barely remember Kennedy. Most of what I know about her is from fans (who seem to despise her) and fandom wikis. If she sounds way off, I apologize now.
"Why again are we at a party for the rich, powerful, and I think those are gangsters, while being the sexy?" Willow murmured in Kennedy's ear as she played with her girlfriend's hair.
Kennedy smiled slowly. "Because our demon's preferred walking happy meal is young, pretty, sensual and otherwise unavailable."
"So us being here together is the unavailable part."
Kennedy nodded. "Yeah."
"And it-"
"He."
"-finds that...attractive?"
"If the string of women's bodies he leaves behind are anything to go by," Kennedy said, face contorting.
Willow gently poked her side. "More sexy. Less stake-y." Tugging at her strapless gown, she said, "Explains why I'm here, undercover. I'm totally here for taking this demon down, but this is the last time I say 'Sure Giles, whatever you need,' without reading the briefing first."
"He also happens to be a well-known British spy in Her Majesty's Secret Service-"
"What?"
"-or he would be if whatever demon magic he wields didn't make entire governments forget that he hasn't aged in 50 years."
"Who is this guy?"
"Hello, ladies." Willow and Kennedy looked over their shoulders at handsome, above-average height man with a charming smile and knowing eyes. "The name is Bond. James Bond."
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