Xander swallowed heavily and tried to grin. He was so going to have to hurt Willow, later. Okay, yeah, kissing the guy he was developing serious crushiness on was all to the good, sure. But having said object of crushiness have to kiss him, because of a bet? A bet two girls made, just so they could watch two guys make out? This was not how good first impressions were made.

Insta-fic! Inspired by the vid of emo boys kissing so generously linked to by ladycat777 and ros_fod, my version of kissing on a dare with a high-school aged Spike and Xander.

This story starts, as many of the greatest stories in history do, with a talking frog. You could argue that it starts sometime before that, with a vampire that's been turned into a puppet. According to Eliot, the word again should be tagged onto the end of that sentence. Or you could argue that it starts with that said puppet walking into a bar.

Faith tries to pick up a cute girl. It has interesting results.

An alternative future for Cordelia who has just returned from the higher dimensions. AtS/Leverage Crossover

Agreeing to do a bit of clandestine goods trafficking between Sunnydale and Los Angeles in the summer of 2001 probably wasn't the brightest idea Spike had ever had.

"I'm sure," Mia confirmed, then bit her lip. "I'm still me, Brian. Just with a few extra modifications."

She was like Parker. Only deadlier. And even more broken.

In 2016, Xander Harris dies stopping an apocalypse. He’s the Zeppo, so of course, the afterlife takes a left turn. But at least he found something he could do.

Nani Pelekai thought she'd seen everything when her sister's dog turned out to be an alien.