Prompts: Cat, Dark, Dragon, Tea, Whisper

Cat

"Kittens?" Buffy exclaimed. "You bet kittens?"

Spike snorted. "S'not like vamps can get jobs. And playing's no fun if there's no risk."

She shook her head in disgust. "I don't think trading the lives of kittens is-"

One of the other demons around the table piped up. "Spike, don't bring your girlfriend if she's just gonna complain."

The vampire dug his fingernails into his palm, grinding out, "She's not my girlfriend."

At the same time, Buffy said, "I'm not his girlfriend!" She shuddered at the thought, but it was really just for show. "And I'm leaving. Enjoy killing little creatures."

Dark

All that remained was the duster.

Buff hadn't worried about him until the demons started carrying stakes of their own, determined to stop the traitor vampire.

Even then, she never expected something to get to him.

But something always did, just like something always got the Slayer. Just like he had told her.

She thought about that day, what they had said; about how he hadn't loved her then, just wanted her. But he certainly did - had - now.

The dark duster was clutched to her chest. It was covered in dust, only clean where the tears had washed it away.

Dragon

William rushed across the field as fast as his horse could go. His love, Lady Buffy, had been captured by the vicious dragon Waurene, and he had to save her.

He dismounted at the dragon's cave, drawing his sword and charging in. "Waurene! Come out, you vile thing!" Footsteps echoed towards him. William almost dropped his sword in shock when Lady Buffy came into view, calmly wiping a broadsword on her ripped dress. "Buffy, I came to rescue you."

Buffy laughed. "I slay my own dragons, Sir William." She planted a kiss on his cheek. "But the effort is appreciated."

Tea

Buffy set the tea down on the table. "I think it's good this time!" She proclaimed.

Spike poured himself a cup, took a sip, and went into a coughing fit trying not to spit it out. "No. No. Absolutely not. God, this is terrible! What did you do to it, make it with piss and grass?" His wife scowled. "Sorry, luv."

"I've been married to a British man for a year; shouldn't I have magically developed tea-making skills by now?"

He laughed quietly. "I'll put on a proper kettle."

Buffy grumbled to herself as Spike headed back into the kitchen.

Whisper

He'd hear it sometimes. A whisper, a voice, that sounded like her.

Of course, she was dead. Not just dead, but gone.

But he had heard it still. Always when he was ready to leave them all for dead, or to go out running at noon.

"I did it to save them."

Could he really dishonor his memory like that? The bloody bot already mocked her, not as strong, not as clever, not as kind, not her. If even a single one of those idiots died, her death would be for nothing.

He had to at least let her live in them.

Better late than never, right? Mieux vaut tard que jamais! I threw in a hell of a lot of AUs cause why not. Review if you enjoyed!