Title: Pranksters
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Spike, Dawn
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set shortly after S11 (comics); for context reference, Spike’s hands got heavily burned in the last issue of this comics season.
Summary: Buffy and Dawn play a domestic prank on Spike.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Challenge: #494 - Brilliant

—

Spike sat in the bathroom with a scowl, arms crossed on his stomach. “Don’t know why I agreed to this. You’ll probably make all my hair fall out.”
Buffy exchanged a look with Dawn while wrapping a towel around his shoulders. “For the millionth time, I’ve been bleaching my hair since I was fourteen. Right, Dawnie?”
“Yep. And you only got chemical burns once or twice. A year,” she replied, chuckling.
“That’s it, I’m outta here!” exclaimed Spike, standing up.
“You, sit down!” said Buffy, pushing him back on the chair before turning to her sister. “And you, not helping!”

“Spike, we know what we’re doing,” said Dawn, handing Buffy a bottle of hair dye. “No more bellyaching and let us refresh your bleaching, okay?”
“The burns on your hands haven’t healed yet,” continued Buffy, “you can’t do this on your own.”
Spike eyed his heavily bandaged hands and nodded, resigned. “A’right.”
As they worked, Buffy and Dawn managed to keep from bursting into laughter, but when Spike’s hair dried and the tips gleamed electric blue, they couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He stared as they clutched their sides laughing, and realized they’d been up to something all along.

“What have you done, you crazy bints?” he barked, springing from the chair and running into the bedroom he shared with Buffy. He grabbed her phone and turned the camera on, his eyes going wide with horror.
“What in the bleeding hell? You turned me into a sodding Smurf!” he hollered, striding back into the bathroom. “Whose brilliant idea was this?”
They wiped the tears from their eyes. “Hon, calm down, okay? It’s washable,” said Buffy, handing him the bottle.
Dawn grinned. “And I’m the brilliant mastermind behind this prank. But Buffy tagged along.”
He smirked. “Right then. It’s on.”


A/N: Heavily inspired by THIS ARTWORK by the very talented rabbitmotifs. Check it out and shower them with love if you enjoyed this little crackish drabble. :)