Welcome to the Spilight-FC, your one stop place for the shipping of Twilight Sparkle and Spike. While this pairing does have a small following to it, this group aims to promote and spread the love for it. If you are looking to join, then please take a look at the rules please.
1: All are welcome to join the group. Hit the join button and you'll be automatically accepted as a member. If you want, you may also be an Administrator for the group.
2: Submit to the correct folders. Save the admins the trouble of sorting things out and place your submission in the right folder. Anything that's in the wrong folder will be declined and asked to be resubmitted to the correct folder.
3: All pairing pictures must have Spike and Twilight in them. They can be shipped as either friends, or lovers.
4: Mature work is allowed here. So those who don't like it, please don't complain about it.
5: Art theft and forgeries are severely frowned upon and will not be tolerated in the least bit. Anypony caught doing this will be banned from the group immediately.
6: Don't bash the admins and members of the group here. If you hate this pairing, then don't say anything and leave the homepage of the group. Failure to do so will result in being disbarred from the group.
7: Any questions or comments, feel free to contact on of the admins so we can resolve it.
8: Above all, have fun with this group and help promote this pairing.
ONE OF THESE NIGHTSONE OF THESE NIGHTS By TMNTFAN85ONE OF THESE NIGHTS by TMNTFAN85
A SPILIGHT FIC
it was late in the evening. and twilight was reading a nice story book. the cool autumn breeze made things so comfortable. the kind you feel a sleepy cozy feeling. but as she continued to read the second chapter of The Taggerung her ears perk, she turn her head to hear spike outside singing, and by the way he did, made her cringed.
"one of these nights, one of these crazy old nights." ---he sounded drunk.--- twilight sighed as she got up off the couch and made her way to the door. as she could hear him singing in slurs. "we're gonna find out pretty mama, what turns on yer lights" she open the door to see, spike, not too far, walking, dancing, holding a bottle of wine. as he sang so loudly, any pony near by, could hear. "The full moon is calling, the fever is highAnd the wicked wind whispers and moans You got your demons, you got desires Well, I got a few of my own!"
he stumbled and fell
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