Two very evil authors

[winter]

Fic later. Now, recs for the people who are making me write it.

First of all, I've mentioned guede_mazaka's The Black Road before. Now she wrote an extra not-quite-epilogue that shorted out my brain rather neatly.

(In return, I owe her Van Helsing angelic party fic.)

And second, the usual suspect. In the Name of, the story that'll make you see just why adore the Tanz vampires so much. Because they can, in utterly plausible ways, kick anyone's arse. No, honestly - you really, really don't need to know anything about Tanz to read this crack. But I don't guarantee sanity afterwards.

(In return, I owe her Herbert ficlets galore, as soon as I come up with enough pretentious German titles.)

In related news, I still can't decide which is weirder as OTP: Dark!Harry Potter/Stockholm-syndrome!Lucius or Herbert von Krolock/Spike. H/S is way fluffier, though. And more blood. *gives up and ships both*

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Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Before he could find the right words to form a sentence, let alone a question, a faint sound from the opposite side of the bed made him look around to see William stirring drowsily, his rumpled hair getting tousled as he ran a hand over his head.

Yawning, the youngest vampire peered blearily up at him, a pleasantly dopey smile crossing his lips a moment before he seemed to remember himself and cleared his throat, assuming a more cocky grin.

“Good morning, William,” von Krolock sounded genuinely amused and Herbert had trouble hiding his grin when William jumped as if given an electric shock, tearing his eyes from Herbert to search out the speaker.

“Er...”

Herbert’s lips compressed into a line as he tried to stop himself from grinning, for fear of splitting his cheek open again. Apparently, his father’s smile was as unnerving to William as it had been to him.

Like an uncertain child, he carefully climbed up onto the edge of the bed, kneeling close to Herbert’s side, one hand reaching out and brushing against Herbert’s as blue eyes flicked between grey and dark ones.

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

Aww, poor bewildered Spike :D But sleepy like that, he's more likely to ask a direct question, I think, therefore saving Herbert the trouble.

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

S'true, that ;) Plus, he's kind of not sure the night before really happened, so he's being cautious rather than glomping Herbie, only to be told "um... no, we're just friends"

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

I think Herbert might notice the latter and just tell him to glomp away ;)

*has a mental image of the whole crazy family lounging on the bed as Buffy and Vitto angst downstairs and try to ignore the happy lovey vibes*

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Double-whammy on the pre-emptive telepathy there :D

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

I think I'm getting better with practice.

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Definitely looks the case :D It's a good thing Dawn's room is close to, because waking up on her lonesome would have been bad. Waking up to wash the blood off, while dad goes and checs on the boys - slightly better :D

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

She is going to make that stepmother-in-law crack at Spike, isn't she? ;)

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

How could she resist? :D

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

*pats her*

BTW, off in 20 minutes or so for college. Would appreciate a snipplet to tide me over through Insurance ;)

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Catching William’s hand carelessly, Herbert yanked hard, pulling the young vampire - with an impressively girly squeak - closer to him, until he was practically draped against Herbert’s side. Draping an arm loosely over his shoulders, Herbert nuzzled William’s hair fondly.

Unconsciously, William shifted his weight, so he wasn’t pressing against the worst ribs, one hand lightly spreading on the bandages covering Herbert’s stomach.

Dark eyes slipped from one to the other and Herbert felt the approval wash over him like a warm wave. A glance told him William had sensed it as well, in some way or form, judging by the bashful grin playing about his lips.

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

Awww!

Everybody's so warm and fuzzy. Between this and the previous H/S scene, you'll need to put a major sugar warning on this chapter ;)

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

And then, we have B/V angst to contend with as well :D WHEE! All round fun!

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

Terribly so :D And then Faith and Giles arriving...

You do know it's amazing how every next chapter is even better?

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Entirely their fault! I take no credit whatsoever :D

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[fyrie.livejournal.com]

“So... we’ve got a reason for being all grins,” William said happily after a moment, as Herbert smoothed his hair and kissed his temple. “Any reason you’re so chipper this morning, sir?”

Von Krolock looked towards the door with a warm look in his eyes. “We all have our reasons,” he murmured as Dawn stepped into the room, in the process of braiding her damp hair.

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

A little more of this and Dawn or not, Spike'll start looking for alien spaceships and bodysnatchers ;)

(Back in 2-3 hours.)

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Have fun :P

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[winter]

Incidentally, I'm going to strangle my Herbert. Or alice_montrose. Or both.

You in the mood for being spammed back by random Herbiefic, by any chance? :)

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Do you even have to ask? :D

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[winter]

But I'm hoping to get spammed back too, remember ;)

And gah. Trying to wrestle the first bit into behaving right now. Alice once mentioned she wanted to see Herbert's first boyfriend, and it's turning into a bit of a trainwreck...

Re: Also, reading Buffy eps:

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Mais naturellement ;) I'm just back on the machine after going to do some housework before me mammy got home from work :) I'm so domesticated.

Gah! *De-invisiblifies on AIM!*

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Herbert and William both looked towards her and Herbert felt William’s surprise, felt the younger vampire look up at him, seeking some kind of answer to a question he couldn’t quite put a finger on.

“Figured you’d be checking on the walking wounded,” the girl said with a grin, as she approached the bed. Blue eyes gleamed with amusement as she looked from Herbert to William and back again. “And look at you two, all snuggly!”

“Sod off, Nibs,” William muttered, but he was trying to hide a smile as he said it.

Circling the bed to approach von Krolock, Dawn met Herbert’s inquiring grey eyes with a small, knowing smile.

“Morning, cherie,” he murmured, his hand still on William’s shoulder.

“So... you gonna tell me why you tried to kick my sister’s ass, Herbert?” she asked with mock-sweetness, even as she stepped behind his father and casually draped her arms over his shoulders.

That gesture made William start under his arm, but Herbert merely smiled.

“It was a personality clash, cherie,” he replied, though he could not help but stare as well as his father lifted his hands and threaded his fingers between Dawn’s as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Re: Gah! *De-invisiblifies on AIM!*

[fyrie.livejournal.com]

Resting her chin on top of von Krolock’s head as he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her fingertips softly, Dawn’s gaze was fixed on Herbert. “If your personalities clash again,” she said pleasantly. “I’ll be cranky. You don’t want me cranky.”

Both of the younger vampires, however, were watching Herbert’s father, who seemed so at ease with the young mortal’s closeness and easy intimacy.

“Think I can see someone who wouldn’t mind it,” William volunteered, shying back a little when dark eyes flicked open and locked on his face. Von Krolock’s upper lip curled slightly, baring a flash of a fang.

Dawn made a face at them both. “I’m gonna tell Buffy the same,” she said, one of her thumbs moving in a circle on von Krolock’s palm. “You guys start killing each other and sooner or later, I’ll have no one left and... well... that would suck.”

Re: Gah! *De-invisiblifies on AIM!*

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For most people, Mass was over when the priest gave his final blessing, but Tibor thought the putting away of all the paraphernalia was one of his favourite parts. As he carried the bell and the censer to their storing places, his footsteps echoed in the small church. He felt close to maybe not God, but certainly the saints and blessed ones, alone after Mass like this.

Almost alone, he thought ruefully, as he heard bright, infectious laughter. Father Peter was talking to the one other person who stayed behind after Mass. Tibor ducked his head to hide his own smile before they noticed.

“I really liked the Ruth parallel,” Herbert von Krolock said. He was perched on the balustrade separating the altar from the pews.Normally Father Peter would chastise anyone attempting such sacrilege, but Herbert had a habit of getting away with things.

“It took me a long time to come up with it,” Father Peter admitted. “I’m glad you’re such a devoted listener. It does a young man credit to be versed in theology as you are.”

“Oh, it’s all Father’s fault.” Herbert laughed again and winked at Tibor over Father Peter’s shoulder. This probably meant ‘stop staring and get on with it so we can go’. “He’s interested in it – after the last Encyclical came out, he made me translate it into German as an exercise.”

“I thought your Father-“ The priest sounded unsure, since the Graf had a mixed reputation in the village.

“He still has faith,” Herbert said softly, leaning in as if to confide a secret. “I’m hoping that one day he’ll make his peace with the Church. I’m working on it.”

Tibor shook his head. The avoidance of Mass, just another in a long list of peculiarities, would have made the lord of the castle hated a long time ago, if not for Herbert’s golden-haired presence in the first pew of the village church, every Sunday without fail.