Fic: Aut Consilio Aut Ense (B:tVS/Grimm; gen)

T; B:tVS/Grimm. 1100 words. For twistedshorts; follow-up to Quis Custodiet.

"Okay, I'll bite. A grim what?" Buffy said, frowning at the young, determined-looking guy with the badge who'd knocked on the door.

( Aut Consilio Aut Ense )

(x-posted on twistedshorts and on AO3)

Fic: Inevitable (B:tVS/Chronicles of Riddick; Buffy/Riddick)

T; TCoR/B:tVS; Buffy/Riddick. 1100 words. For twistedshorts; 9th in the Primitive Side series.

The armored gauntlet of the guy calling himself Lord Marshal tingles as it sinks up to the wrist in Buffy's chest.

( Inevitable )

(x-posted on twistedshorts and on AO3)