Fic: Streets of London WARNING *WIP*
Author: Cobalt Mystic
Title: Streets of London (Chpt 3/5?)
Pairing: Spike(William the Bloody)/Xander
Rating: NC17- eventually… I think, lol
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Beta: staticspinning graciously volunteered to put up with Mys and her psychotic writing process for this. *huge huge hugs*
Warnings/Squicks: severely AU, WIP- yes, I know, Mys doesn’t do WIPs but this is a special circumstance so she’s making an exception.
Summary: .
AN1: Happy Birthday to my lovely kitty_alex!!!!! This is all for you sweety!
AN2: For now, this will only be posted at cobalt_mystic’s LJ and f-locked, once it’s finished it’ll get a proper posting and be unlocked.
AN3: Before ppl get up in arms, Mys knows Pratt is the accepted last name for our William, but Mys has never been able to accept the idea that someone as picked on and put upon as William also had the last name of Pratt- that’s just too cruel. Anyway, Mys gives her William the surname of Huggins, yes, there is a story behind that, no, she is not going to bore the masses with it- anybody that curious can ask, lol.
*********Chapter 3*********
The swish of satin and lace was as loud as a trumpeting herald in Angelus’ preternaturally acute, yet more than slightly inebriated senses. The normally subtle colours of blue and black swirling like a whirligig only added to the sensory fanfare. “Dru! For the love of all that’s unholy STOP MOVING!”
The insane vampiress giggled, “Silly Daddy, his tarts were too sweet, like honey and grain.”
“Dru dearest,” the elder vamp was trying not to lose his temper with his Childe; he didn’t want to do something he’d regret, or, more accurately, he didn’t want to do something he’d regret not remembering when he sobered up, “where is your boy? Shouldn’t he be looking after you?”
“Not tonight Daddy,” she sing-songed. “Tonight he sees his kitten.” The brunette put her finger to her lips in a shushing motion and looked around conspiratorially, “Every week- it’s a secret.”
Angelus quickly sobered, his amber eyes flashing malignant fire, “Oh, Willie, you won’t learn will you, boy. I will ALWAYS find out.”
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For the first time in the three months they’d been meeting, they weren’t meeting at Wyndham’s, nor was Wesley planning on joining them. The shopkeeper had been invited, but he was done chaperoning; it was time for his two young friends to proceed on their own.
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Xander was a wreck. He was nervous and fidgety and was certain nothing he touched that day turned out as it should. He couldn’t even manage a cup of tea. He knew he could ask one of the servants, but he normally found the act of preparing tea calmed him as much as the beverage itself. Not surprisingly, today was far from ‘normal’.
A small pale hand covered his large tanned one. “She must be very special to have my Xander so flustered.” The little redhead cooed, taking the kettle, cups, and tea from her oldest and dearest friend.
The young man smiled at her mothering actions, “Thanks, Will.”
“Gladly,” her green eyes twinkled with amusement, “You’re father would never forgive me if I allowed you to ruin another pot of tea.”
“I’ve been that bad?”
Smiling gently, “He understands. We all do.” Willow couldn’t resist teasing her best friend, “Though, perhaps in the future it would be best to leave the tea to the servants, at least in circumstances such as this.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Xander held the door for Willow as she carried the full tea tray into the library with practiced ease.
Sitting on the settee, Willow pulled Xander to sit beside her. “When do we get to meet your mysterious charmer?”
“Yes,” Beth chirped, looking up from the demonology book she was meant to be reading, “it’s not right that you’re so secretive,” she teased.
Xander flushed and ducked his head. Willow and Beth were like sisters to him, which gave them a vested and inevitable interest in his romantic life. Until recently, he hadn’t had one and his secret had been safe. Now however, it was dangerously close to coming out. He was fairly certain Willow would understand, but not Beth. Something like this wouldn’t fit in her black and white Slayer’s world.
“Come ladies, leave the boy alone,” Giles chided as he entered the library. “I’m sure we’ll all have opportunity to meet Xander’s intended when they are ready.” The elder man gave his son a knowing wink, “Now, hadn’t you best be getting ready?”
Soulful brown eyes and a quick squeeze to his father’s arm offered a silent ‘thank you’ as Xander took the reprieve and made a quick exit.
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William couldn’t believe the outfit he was wearing. After his turning, he didn’t think he’d ever be seen in formal wear again.
But Wesley had insisted, stating that, “A proper outing requires proper attire.”
The shopkeeper had then threatened to physically drag William to his tailor’s if the young man was unable to arrange it himself.
William had scowled, even knowing full well that his friend was correct. Never-the-less, he did some strategic hunting afterwards to ensure Wesley did not feel the need to clothe him.
Now he stood in his new suit, waiting outside the Savoy Opera House feeling like a complete fop. And, not for the first time, wondering exactly what he was doing.
Mentally he chastised himself. He was a vampire, an evil creature of the night. He wasn’t supposed to get toffed-up, or go to the theatre, or discuss the finer points of modern literature, or wait (relatively) patiently for ravishing puppy-eyed men. He was supposed to take and kill- it was what Angelus had ‘taught’ him with his fists and chains. Yet Xander was such a gentle soul and William would do anything to protect that.
“Penny for your thoughts,” the dark haired mortal remarked, startling the contemplative vampire.
William smiled openly at the young man, “I doubt they are worth that much.”
“Probably true,” Xander quipped.
His companion laughed, “Shall we?”
Title: Streets of London (Chpt 3/5?)
Pairing: Spike(William the Bloody)/Xander
Rating: NC17- eventually… I think, lol
Feedback: Mys has decided that she actually likes FB, so… constructive crit is fine, just be prepared for Mys to defend/explain her choices, and try not to do any permanent damage, k.
Disclaimer: Just playing with the pretty kittens. Unfortunately, they are not mine, but I will gladly groom and bathe them before sending them back home to Daddy (aka Joss/Mutant Enemy/et al).
Beta: staticspinning graciously volunteered to put up with Mys and her psychotic writing process for this. *huge huge hugs*
Warnings/Squicks: severely AU, WIP- yes, I know, Mys doesn’t do WIPs but this is a special circumstance so she’s making an exception.
Summary: .
AN1: Happy Birthday to my lovely kitty_alex!!!!! This is all for you sweety!
AN2: For now, this will only be posted at cobalt_mystic’s LJ and f-locked, once it’s finished it’ll get a proper posting and be unlocked.
AN3: Before ppl get up in arms, Mys knows Pratt is the accepted last name for our William, but Mys has never been able to accept the idea that someone as picked on and put upon as William also had the last name of Pratt- that’s just too cruel. Anyway, Mys gives her William the surname of Huggins, yes, there is a story behind that, no, she is not going to bore the masses with it- anybody that curious can ask, lol.
*********Chapter 3*********
The swish of satin and lace was as loud as a trumpeting herald in Angelus’ preternaturally acute, yet more than slightly inebriated senses. The normally subtle colours of blue and black swirling like a whirligig only added to the sensory fanfare. “Dru! For the love of all that’s unholy STOP MOVING!”
The insane vampiress giggled, “Silly Daddy, his tarts were too sweet, like honey and grain.”
“Dru dearest,” the elder vamp was trying not to lose his temper with his Childe; he didn’t want to do something he’d regret, or, more accurately, he didn’t want to do something he’d regret not remembering when he sobered up, “where is your boy? Shouldn’t he be looking after you?”
“Not tonight Daddy,” she sing-songed. “Tonight he sees his kitten.” The brunette put her finger to her lips in a shushing motion and looked around conspiratorially, “Every week- it’s a secret.”
Angelus quickly sobered, his amber eyes flashing malignant fire, “Oh, Willie, you won’t learn will you, boy. I will ALWAYS find out.”
------
For the first time in the three months they’d been meeting, they weren’t meeting at Wyndham’s, nor was Wesley planning on joining them. The shopkeeper had been invited, but he was done chaperoning; it was time for his two young friends to proceed on their own.
---
Xander was a wreck. He was nervous and fidgety and was certain nothing he touched that day turned out as it should. He couldn’t even manage a cup of tea. He knew he could ask one of the servants, but he normally found the act of preparing tea calmed him as much as the beverage itself. Not surprisingly, today was far from ‘normal’.
A small pale hand covered his large tanned one. “She must be very special to have my Xander so flustered.” The little redhead cooed, taking the kettle, cups, and tea from her oldest and dearest friend.
The young man smiled at her mothering actions, “Thanks, Will.”
“Gladly,” her green eyes twinkled with amusement, “You’re father would never forgive me if I allowed you to ruin another pot of tea.”
“I’ve been that bad?”
Smiling gently, “He understands. We all do.” Willow couldn’t resist teasing her best friend, “Though, perhaps in the future it would be best to leave the tea to the servants, at least in circumstances such as this.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Xander held the door for Willow as she carried the full tea tray into the library with practiced ease.
Sitting on the settee, Willow pulled Xander to sit beside her. “When do we get to meet your mysterious charmer?”
“Yes,” Beth chirped, looking up from the demonology book she was meant to be reading, “it’s not right that you’re so secretive,” she teased.
Xander flushed and ducked his head. Willow and Beth were like sisters to him, which gave them a vested and inevitable interest in his romantic life. Until recently, he hadn’t had one and his secret had been safe. Now however, it was dangerously close to coming out. He was fairly certain Willow would understand, but not Beth. Something like this wouldn’t fit in her black and white Slayer’s world.
“Come ladies, leave the boy alone,” Giles chided as he entered the library. “I’m sure we’ll all have opportunity to meet Xander’s intended when they are ready.” The elder man gave his son a knowing wink, “Now, hadn’t you best be getting ready?”
Soulful brown eyes and a quick squeeze to his father’s arm offered a silent ‘thank you’ as Xander took the reprieve and made a quick exit.
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William couldn’t believe the outfit he was wearing. After his turning, he didn’t think he’d ever be seen in formal wear again.
But Wesley had insisted, stating that, “A proper outing requires proper attire.”
The shopkeeper had then threatened to physically drag William to his tailor’s if the young man was unable to arrange it himself.
William had scowled, even knowing full well that his friend was correct. Never-the-less, he did some strategic hunting afterwards to ensure Wesley did not feel the need to clothe him.
Now he stood in his new suit, waiting outside the Savoy Opera House feeling like a complete fop. And, not for the first time, wondering exactly what he was doing.
Mentally he chastised himself. He was a vampire, an evil creature of the night. He wasn’t supposed to get toffed-up, or go to the theatre, or discuss the finer points of modern literature, or wait (relatively) patiently for ravishing puppy-eyed men. He was supposed to take and kill- it was what Angelus had ‘taught’ him with his fists and chains. Yet Xander was such a gentle soul and William would do anything to protect that.
“Penny for your thoughts,” the dark haired mortal remarked, startling the contemplative vampire.
William smiled openly at the young man, “I doubt they are worth that much.”
“Probably true,” Xander quipped.
His companion laughed, “Shall we?”