moffat sweets
after a day spent working myself to exhaustion, i finally finished coersion. love that story. it's inspired me to finish the fic i started in the spring before i got sick. in the meantime i had this bunny hopping about. it would'nt let me be, wretched thing.
For some reason i've made sunnydale more southeast..way southeast.
There were a lot af reasons Xan Harris had left sunnydale. paramount being that it was a speck. no not a speck, a godamn speck. he left not planning on returning. it wasnt as if he had any reason to be driving there now.well except that Pappy told him to haul ass back.
When Xan was a child there was once a sweet shop back home. Moffat Sweets. owned by one Liam Moffat. Who according to him was older than taxes. Pappy Moffat was as mean as they came to everyone that entered that shop save him and Lil Buffy Summmers (poor child.) When Xan's bitchy elder sister Faith was at her brattiest, Pappy M would give him a chocolate fudge cordial, and a root beer. Tell him he was special, that he'd leave Sunnyhell, and prove to the world how wonderful he was. Pappy was a medium for the Powers after all he was in the know. Then, he'd spit his tabacco.
When Xan and Lil Buffy were nine, Pappy died. That was when his troubles began.
See. nine year old children are not visited by the ghosts of mean old men. mean old men who refused to leave profitable buisnesses to greedy lazy but surely deserving relatives, never attended church, and were know to have lived sinful, wicked, bohemian lves as young men. certainly not weird kids like Xander son of the high school track star turned real estate agent/town drunk and and the wilting,gelatinous homecomming queen.
no one belived xan harris, not faith his sister, not spike darliss his best friend. no one but buffy summers daughter of the town slut.
she'd seen him too.
old man moffat came to his treasures to tell them that he'd been murdered. that he was sorry he would'nt be able to train them in the ways of the medium in the flesh. to see justice done. no one believed.
for the rest of his time in sunnydale, xan harris had gotten used to being ridiculed. it got harder and harder to believe what Pappy had told him, finally he decided not to believe in Pappy at all.
the only thing that kept him going was the stormy love affair he found himself ending his senior year. with spike darliss. brilliant spike with his scholarship over in new orleans. who wanted him to come with him. eh, c'est la vie.
xan found himself in d.c. instead. with a great career as an event planner of all things and no resaon to remember those hellish week as a boy when he belived he was a medium.
no reason at all. until Pappy came calling.
"Xannyboy." Xander sat up abruptly, he was no longer in his bed, just naked tangled in his bed clothes on the gleaming wood floor of Moffat Sweets.
"Pappy?" xan stood up slowly wrapping himself up as he went.
"thas right." pappy stood behind the counter handsome and young and vital. disconcertingly so. his eyes were stilll dancing brown, his hair thik and dark, he was tall and broad and screamed dangerous. how on earth had he ever become a confectioner? before him, seated sleepily on a high chrome stool was buffy summers. theyd drifted apart, by senior year she'd been known as busty buffy, and had slept with everyone save xan and God. including spike darliss.
"buffy?"
"hey xan, been awhile. you havent been answering our calls." she smiled at him.
"so boy. you look good. grown up well. enough chat. it's time you came home. i need you." he leaned forward,his muscles rippled. xan gulped.
"mind out of the gutter, boy! come home." buffy nodded solemnly or she tried anyhow. " now!"
So here he was, driving south on I 85 towards Louisiana. Poweres only knew what he'd find, as he had absoloutely no friggin clue. It was'nt like he was a medium or something.
For some reason i've made sunnydale more southeast..way southeast.
There were a lot af reasons Xan Harris had left sunnydale. paramount being that it was a speck. no not a speck, a godamn speck. he left not planning on returning. it wasnt as if he had any reason to be driving there now.well except that Pappy told him to haul ass back.
When Xan was a child there was once a sweet shop back home. Moffat Sweets. owned by one Liam Moffat. Who according to him was older than taxes. Pappy Moffat was as mean as they came to everyone that entered that shop save him and Lil Buffy Summmers (poor child.) When Xan's bitchy elder sister Faith was at her brattiest, Pappy M would give him a chocolate fudge cordial, and a root beer. Tell him he was special, that he'd leave Sunnyhell, and prove to the world how wonderful he was. Pappy was a medium for the Powers after all he was in the know. Then, he'd spit his tabacco.
When Xan and Lil Buffy were nine, Pappy died. That was when his troubles began.
See. nine year old children are not visited by the ghosts of mean old men. mean old men who refused to leave profitable buisnesses to greedy lazy but surely deserving relatives, never attended church, and were know to have lived sinful, wicked, bohemian lves as young men. certainly not weird kids like Xander son of the high school track star turned real estate agent/town drunk and and the wilting,gelatinous homecomming queen.
no one belived xan harris, not faith his sister, not spike darliss his best friend. no one but buffy summers daughter of the town slut.
she'd seen him too.
old man moffat came to his treasures to tell them that he'd been murdered. that he was sorry he would'nt be able to train them in the ways of the medium in the flesh. to see justice done. no one believed.
for the rest of his time in sunnydale, xan harris had gotten used to being ridiculed. it got harder and harder to believe what Pappy had told him, finally he decided not to believe in Pappy at all.
the only thing that kept him going was the stormy love affair he found himself ending his senior year. with spike darliss. brilliant spike with his scholarship over in new orleans. who wanted him to come with him. eh, c'est la vie.
xan found himself in d.c. instead. with a great career as an event planner of all things and no resaon to remember those hellish week as a boy when he belived he was a medium.
no reason at all. until Pappy came calling.
"Xannyboy." Xander sat up abruptly, he was no longer in his bed, just naked tangled in his bed clothes on the gleaming wood floor of Moffat Sweets.
"Pappy?" xan stood up slowly wrapping himself up as he went.
"thas right." pappy stood behind the counter handsome and young and vital. disconcertingly so. his eyes were stilll dancing brown, his hair thik and dark, he was tall and broad and screamed dangerous. how on earth had he ever become a confectioner? before him, seated sleepily on a high chrome stool was buffy summers. theyd drifted apart, by senior year she'd been known as busty buffy, and had slept with everyone save xan and God. including spike darliss.
"buffy?"
"hey xan, been awhile. you havent been answering our calls." she smiled at him.
"so boy. you look good. grown up well. enough chat. it's time you came home. i need you." he leaned forward,his muscles rippled. xan gulped.
"mind out of the gutter, boy! come home." buffy nodded solemnly or she tried anyhow. " now!"
So here he was, driving south on I 85 towards Louisiana. Poweres only knew what he'd find, as he had absoloutely no friggin clue. It was'nt like he was a medium or something.