Puppy Love 51 - Cold
So, I got hawk_soaring to give me five more prompts for Puppy Love. I know, I know, the story is over, but this last bit is really short, little vignettes, five of them Cold, Snoring, White, Damaged and Open. Now as you all know I have a tendency to write not happy things. This is about the future, far off in the future, no dates are mentioned, no time, but it's still sad. I warn you, it's SAD. The entire five vignettes are in total less than two pages, I plan on posting one a day, so keep your eyes peeled and a box of tissues nearby, this is just plain sad. Now, I've left it open to keep writing more Puppy Love if the mood strikes, because you just don't know how long it takes for each of the vignettes to happen, could be thousands of years, could be a couple, who knows? Please, read, guess, comment, enjoy. I hope all those that loved Puppy Love will enjoy these little tidbits.
Title: Puppy Love 51/51 - Cold
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter..... R
Warnings: M/m, the usual warnings of kink and such, but it's a really tame chapter. Buy a box of tissues.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy and Master
Word Count: 146 (as per Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah and Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, bloodclaim, BTVS_lightsout, BTVS_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, sxandviolence, spanderslash, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, nekid_spike
Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files
Cold
He stirred in his sleep, cold, asleep. Spike got up and smiled, he went to the fireplace and built a high pyre of fire, setting it off in a spark and blowing on the embers until it caught. He pumped a small bellows, quickly building the fire, soon Xander’s shaking ceased. He added more wood to the pyre and got into bed, holding his boy who snuggled. He smiled and covered them in heavy blankets, the castle a bit draughty. He petted his boy till he stopped shivering and snuggled with him to sleep as he relaxed. All this time, together. Would they last forever? He dreamed so, sometimes. A charm, a scar, something to keep him whole as he’s changed. He would never dare change the boy without something being done to keep him whole... what a sap he’d become in his old age.
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Title: Puppy Love 51/51 - Cold
Pairings: Spike/Xander
Appropriate Ratings: NC17 overall, this chapter..... R
Warnings: M/m, the usual warnings of kink and such, but it's a really tame chapter. Buy a box of tissues.
Disclaimers: Not my characters. I make no money off this, I'm just playing. I promise to give them a bath and thorough cleaning when I’m done! Joss Whedon is my lord and Master. All hail Joss Whedon.
Short Summary: Puppy and Master
Word Count: 146 (as per Word Count)
Beta: purpledodah and Laazikaat
Concrit: always welcome in comments, e-mail or MSN, whichever.
X-posted to: perverted_pages, bloodclaim, BTVS_lightsout, BTVS_slash, btvsatsdotcom, darker_spike, spike_fics, sxandviolence, spanderslash, darker_vault, sickchicks, spike_xander, xander_slash, i_need_a_parrot, nekid_spike
Archived Outside LJ At: adultfanfiction.net and The Spander Files
Cold
He stirred in his sleep, cold, asleep. Spike got up and smiled, he went to the fireplace and built a high pyre of fire, setting it off in a spark and blowing on the embers until it caught. He pumped a small bellows, quickly building the fire, soon Xander’s shaking ceased. He added more wood to the pyre and got into bed, holding his boy who snuggled. He smiled and covered them in heavy blankets, the castle a bit draughty. He petted his boy till he stopped shivering and snuggled with him to sleep as he relaxed. All this time, together. Would they last forever? He dreamed so, sometimes. A charm, a scar, something to keep him whole as he’s changed. He would never dare change the boy without something being done to keep him whole... what a sap he’d become in his old age.
PREVIOUS CHAPTER
NEXT CHAPTER
All parts found this prompt chart or in my memories.