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Itsy-Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Purple-Puppet Angel Penii] by Willa
Spike/Puppet!Angel.
You think it's going to be crack!fic. And then... it's not.
And as for what he's going to do to Spike... his face bends a little as he imagines that. He's going to drop him in a tank of holy water filled with piranhas. Lace his blood with garlic. Put a spell on the Viper that dusts him when he next tries to steal it. But for starters, he's going to beat the ever-loving shit out of him because it'll feel so very, very good.
Because that bastard, that utter, utter bastard, had lounged on the corner of some beeping metal box in the middle of Fred's science lab, lit up a cigarette, leered at him, and asked oh-so-innocently: "You reckon he's anatomically correct?"
Then Fred had to know. And Wesley had to know because that might affect the spells. And Gunn had to know because he was writing up notes for a possible lawsuit. And Spike had to know because Spike is a bastard.
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