Francine - harvest
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*is dead*

"You're scaring me, Spike!" Xander said breathily, his eyes as wide as moon pies shining pure light to illuminate the dim, dank basement room they were currently occupying as roommates for eight and a half-years running. "And yet, amidst the fear, the sadness, the boredom, and yes, the slight thirst that I'm feeling, I also am feeling the stirrings of *desire*."

Ministrations, a Spike/Xander (and Jim/Blair) badfic by entrenous88 and misanthrope7842.

*is dead again*

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2004-03-18 01:38 pm (UTC) (Link)

Good point - I did, though it's pretty lost out there one the third page of comments!


2004-03-19 11:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Whee! Thanks so much for mentioning this here -- a few people mentioned that they came over via your link.

Also, glad you enjoyed the fic. :D


2004-03-19 11:35 am (UTC) (Link)

I did indeed; it cracked my shit up for a solid fifteen minutes, then I got flashbacks everytime I saw someone linking to it!