Lucky Wankers
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queenkatyastarTitle: Lucky Wankers
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: Double Drabbles 53: Diet
Word Count: 200
Date Written: 8 January 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: The walking Happy Meals don't realize how lucky they are.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
These humans don't know how lucky they are, Spike thinks, as he walks the streets of the Hellmouth all alone. They don't know how lucky they are to live and die, to see and feel the sunshine every day, to not -- for most of them at least -- fear the night or their loved ones being eaten before they can see them again. They don't know how free they are in every bloody aspect of their lives.
Including in their diets. Oh, they think they have to be so careful. A little sugar here might add an extra pound, and whereas he knows it's more Vampires who are studying those minuscule extra pounds, they're always afraid of what the opposite sex is going to think. So they try to make sugary treats free of sugar and fuss over the slightest thing that tastes good.
His mouth waters as he smells the gingerbread, cinnamon, sugar, coconut, chocolate, and so many other scents wafting to him out of their homes on this lonely December night. Yeah, the bloody wankers don't know how lucky they are. He growls and heads for an onion blossom. At least he can taste that fried food.
The End
Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: Double Drabbles 53: Diet
Word Count: 200
Date Written: 8 January 2020
Warnings: None
Summary: The walking Happy Meals don't realize how lucky they are.
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
These humans don't know how lucky they are, Spike thinks, as he walks the streets of the Hellmouth all alone. They don't know how lucky they are to live and die, to see and feel the sunshine every day, to not -- for most of them at least -- fear the night or their loved ones being eaten before they can see them again. They don't know how free they are in every bloody aspect of their lives.
Including in their diets. Oh, they think they have to be so careful. A little sugar here might add an extra pound, and whereas he knows it's more Vampires who are studying those minuscule extra pounds, they're always afraid of what the opposite sex is going to think. So they try to make sugary treats free of sugar and fuss over the slightest thing that tastes good.
His mouth waters as he smells the gingerbread, cinnamon, sugar, coconut, chocolate, and so many other scents wafting to him out of their homes on this lonely December night. Yeah, the bloody wankers don't know how lucky they are. He growls and heads for an onion blossom. At least he can taste that fried food.
The End
