Fic: Hero Worship and Crash Course
Title: Hero Worship
Characters: Spike/Andrew
Word count: 373
Rating: PG-13
Originally posted: here
For: imamezzo
Spike took another swing of his whiskey, then offered the bottle to Andrew with a smirk.
“Um, thanks. Mmm, liquor!” Andrew said, accepting the bottle cautiously and taking a tiny sip. He sputtered and Spike chuckled, leaning further back in his chair.
Andrew wasn’t watching the way Spike’s legs were sprawled out like some love god, no sir. No more than he was watching the way his mouth caressed the cigarette he was smoking like...
“Do you become cooler when you’re transformed into a vampyre?” Andrew asked just in case Spike could tell what he was thinking. He jittered his leg nervously.
“Stop that, you look like a puppy about to hump a fire hydrant,” Spike slurred. He snatched the bottle back, sloshing its contents with a disappointed scowl. “And I’ve always been cool, luv.”
Spike called him ‘luv’! Andrew attempted not to fall off his chair but failed miserably. He clattered to the floor in an awkward tangle of limbs, and said, “I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t worry!”
“I wasn’t,” Spike said, nonplused. He nudged Andrew with one awesome boot, and Andrew squeaked happily.
He tried to clamor up on the floor, grabbing onto Spike’s knee to pull himself up.
“Hey, hey, watch it, there, geekboy!” Spike protested, pulling his leg up a little, which caused Andrew to tumble, kneeling, halfway into his lap.
Andrew froze.
“Wot do you think you’re doing there?” Spike asked, eyes narrowed.
“Um,” Andrew said. This was the closest he’d ever gotten to Spike without getting hit. “I was evil once too.”
Spike crooked an eyebrow. Andrew had practiced doing that in the mirror for hours but still couldn’t lift just one.
Andrew slid his hand up Spike’s leg, and the cool faded black jeans that looked like they’d been bought decades ago. He still wasn’t getting hit.
“Did you see Star Wars when it was first shown in theaters?” Andrew asked, leaning down a little, daringly.
“No,” Spike growled, then slowly unbuckled his belt with one hand while he took another drag of his cigarette. “Well, boy, might as well make yourself useful while you’re down there.”
Andrew bounced, just a little, before remembering to be cool. “S-sure thing, Spike.”
He’d ask about Monty Python afterwards.
*
Title: Crash Course
Characters: Gambit/Ginny Weasley
Word count: 423
Rating: PG
Originally posted: here. Sequel to Collision.
For: lielabell
“I should go help save the world,” Remy said regretfully.
Ginny nodded with a wry grin. “Go on. We’ll make time later.”
Remy paused - just for a second - then figured, what the hell. “Can you? Make time, I mean.”
“What? No,” Ginny said. “Well, I mean, there are Time Turners, but that’s just using time that already existed.”
Remy shook his head. After so long with the X-Men, he’d thought nothing could shock him anymore. However, a hidden society of witches and wizards who acted as though the outside world were the quaint backwater village took the cake.
“I’ll go slay dragons for you, m’lady,” he offered gallantly, bowing slightly.
“Oh, don’t do that!” Ginny sat up suddenly, the crisp white sheet around her barely staying in place. Remy reconsidered the whole saving the world thing. “Dragons are magnificent creatures. My brother works with them...”
“One day I’d like to see your world,” he said, for possibly the first time that he’d meant it without any dirty connotations.
“Oh, they don’t like Muggles,” Ginny said. “There are statutes of secrecy...” she trailed off, as though remembering this for the first time.
“Well, my world doesn’t much care for me either, but I manage. One day, cherie,” he said, moving closer to her again to kiss her gently.
So much for just having dinner, he thought, remembering the night a week ago (and four cities back) when he had first met her. He hadn’t understood then why she had reacted like a skittish colt to him telling her she was magic.
He tickled her side just to see her squirm out of her cocoon of sheets, and smirked when she smacked him in mock fury.
A week together that felt like a honeymoon, all laughter and lust and learning, but Remy knew it couldn’t last forever.
He was off on a mission with the X-Men, and could only hope she’d still want him when he came back. That he wouldn’t see Rogue in her smile after seeing the real deal again, after having pushed her out of his mind in favor of a cute accent and a killer laugh.
Ginny pushed at him. “Go be a hero.”
From the way her eyes didn’t crinkle to match her smile, he knew she had the same fear he did.
He kissed her again, to remember the way she felt, and headed towards the door, trying to hold onto the week’s happiness.
His belle femme would hopefully still be there for him when he returned.
Characters: Spike/Andrew
Word count: 373
Rating: PG-13
Originally posted: here
For: imamezzo
Spike took another swing of his whiskey, then offered the bottle to Andrew with a smirk.
“Um, thanks. Mmm, liquor!” Andrew said, accepting the bottle cautiously and taking a tiny sip. He sputtered and Spike chuckled, leaning further back in his chair.
Andrew wasn’t watching the way Spike’s legs were sprawled out like some love god, no sir. No more than he was watching the way his mouth caressed the cigarette he was smoking like...
“Do you become cooler when you’re transformed into a vampyre?” Andrew asked just in case Spike could tell what he was thinking. He jittered his leg nervously.
“Stop that, you look like a puppy about to hump a fire hydrant,” Spike slurred. He snatched the bottle back, sloshing its contents with a disappointed scowl. “And I’ve always been cool, luv.”
Spike called him ‘luv’! Andrew attempted not to fall off his chair but failed miserably. He clattered to the floor in an awkward tangle of limbs, and said, “I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t worry!”
“I wasn’t,” Spike said, nonplused. He nudged Andrew with one awesome boot, and Andrew squeaked happily.
He tried to clamor up on the floor, grabbing onto Spike’s knee to pull himself up.
“Hey, hey, watch it, there, geekboy!” Spike protested, pulling his leg up a little, which caused Andrew to tumble, kneeling, halfway into his lap.
Andrew froze.
“Wot do you think you’re doing there?” Spike asked, eyes narrowed.
“Um,” Andrew said. This was the closest he’d ever gotten to Spike without getting hit. “I was evil once too.”
Spike crooked an eyebrow. Andrew had practiced doing that in the mirror for hours but still couldn’t lift just one.
Andrew slid his hand up Spike’s leg, and the cool faded black jeans that looked like they’d been bought decades ago. He still wasn’t getting hit.
“Did you see Star Wars when it was first shown in theaters?” Andrew asked, leaning down a little, daringly.
“No,” Spike growled, then slowly unbuckled his belt with one hand while he took another drag of his cigarette. “Well, boy, might as well make yourself useful while you’re down there.”
Andrew bounced, just a little, before remembering to be cool. “S-sure thing, Spike.”
He’d ask about Monty Python afterwards.
*
Title: Crash Course
Characters: Gambit/Ginny Weasley
Word count: 423
Rating: PG
Originally posted: here. Sequel to Collision.
For: lielabell
“I should go help save the world,” Remy said regretfully.
Ginny nodded with a wry grin. “Go on. We’ll make time later.”
Remy paused - just for a second - then figured, what the hell. “Can you? Make time, I mean.”
“What? No,” Ginny said. “Well, I mean, there are Time Turners, but that’s just using time that already existed.”
Remy shook his head. After so long with the X-Men, he’d thought nothing could shock him anymore. However, a hidden society of witches and wizards who acted as though the outside world were the quaint backwater village took the cake.
“I’ll go slay dragons for you, m’lady,” he offered gallantly, bowing slightly.
“Oh, don’t do that!” Ginny sat up suddenly, the crisp white sheet around her barely staying in place. Remy reconsidered the whole saving the world thing. “Dragons are magnificent creatures. My brother works with them...”
“One day I’d like to see your world,” he said, for possibly the first time that he’d meant it without any dirty connotations.
“Oh, they don’t like Muggles,” Ginny said. “There are statutes of secrecy...” she trailed off, as though remembering this for the first time.
“Well, my world doesn’t much care for me either, but I manage. One day, cherie,” he said, moving closer to her again to kiss her gently.
So much for just having dinner, he thought, remembering the night a week ago (and four cities back) when he had first met her. He hadn’t understood then why she had reacted like a skittish colt to him telling her she was magic.
He tickled her side just to see her squirm out of her cocoon of sheets, and smirked when she smacked him in mock fury.
A week together that felt like a honeymoon, all laughter and lust and learning, but Remy knew it couldn’t last forever.
He was off on a mission with the X-Men, and could only hope she’d still want him when he came back. That he wouldn’t see Rogue in her smile after seeing the real deal again, after having pushed her out of his mind in favor of a cute accent and a killer laugh.
Ginny pushed at him. “Go be a hero.”
From the way her eyes didn’t crinkle to match her smile, he knew she had the same fear he did.
He kissed her again, to remember the way she felt, and headed towards the door, trying to hold onto the week’s happiness.
His belle femme would hopefully still be there for him when he returned.