Warming toes

Warming the Cockles (Spike & Dawn, PG)

First festive ficlet, and it's properly seasonal stuff!

Title Warming the Cockles
Rating PG Utter festive fluff
Words 370
Setting Christmas, season 6
Prompt for a request at insmallpackages: Spike and Dawn exchange gifts.
Prompt also inspired by Day 1 at sb_fag_ends: Winter Woollies




Right away, he knew it wasn’t what he wanted.

Spike’s needs were modest. Beer, smokes, whiskey, blood. Repeat as required. Add violence for seasoning. Or Weetabix, at a push, but no one had ever given him Weetabix for the festive season. Mutilated corpses, jewellery, the occasional book – the usual for Angelus and those he hung around with. Breakfast comestibles, not so much.

Dawn was holding something that was neither the smallish, squarish shape of a fag packet, nor a long, cylindrical, promisingly-alcoholic shape. It was a... splat? Her eyes were wide, hopeful. Worryingly sincere.

“I didn’t want to get you just any stupid thing from a store,” she said.

Bollocks. Spike liked things from stores. They cost money, and he never had enough of that. Also, he’d personally nicked her some really cool Urban Decay polish from a really nice store, and he would sort of have appreciated a reciprocal arrangement.

Instead he got... gloves? “Well, love, that’s...” he said, flannelling. There was something wrong with the gloves. They were ragged, off-centre and noticeably mismatched. “Bit... did you make these yourself?”

She nodded, blushing. “Tara taught me. In summer. I mean, I already kind of knew, but she said gloves were good, because they’re really fiddly and you have to focus, and sometimes it’s good to think of stuff that doesn’t really matter instead of-“

Your dead sister. Who wasn’t anymore. But still, Spike felt the weight of it, that remembered month on month of Not Buffy. And she wanted him to wear a souvenir of that hell for the foreseeable. Which was sort of sweet, but he really wasn’t in the business of sweet. He almost got to the point of opening his mouth to explain, patiently, why vampires didn’t need warm clothing, especially not in southern Cali, and how it wouldn’t suit his image and-

And Dawn said, “I thought... you know, fingerprints? Gloves are really useful for criminals.” She said it so earnestly, so much like the girl who thought doing crime was a perfectly reasonable way for a neutered vamp to behave, that he couldn’t help but laugh.

“They will, at that. Thanks, love. Merry Christmas.” And not one bit of his blackened soulless self felt ashamed that he meant every word.

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I have fried my brain on Get It Done admin. This is *it* for me and fic this week. End of.

*bursts*

Glad you like the very small ficlet, though!

ETA And now I look back at it, and see the juddering change of tense halfway through and ARGH. No, brain is fried. I can fix tenses when I spot them, apparently, but it can take several hours to see... Sleep now.

Edited at 2012-12-06 10:30 pm (UTC)
This manages to be both very cute, and very in-character, and I wasn't sure that was even possible for Spike! I love it.
so much like the girl who thought doing crime was a perfectly reasonable way for a neutered vamp to behave

D'aw ((huggles))

It's so lucky we have fanfic. This relationship was never explored enough. Especially for how lovely the potential was.

Lovely. Thank you!
Oh I'm all gooey. That was utterly adorable. I love Dawn and Spike friendship so much and this was delightful. Dawn making him gloves and suggesting they be handy for crime. He he.
I love them together too, and how Dawn brings out the best in him while he does the opposite to her, in part. They should be mismatched, but they really aren't.
Spike liked things from stores. They cost money, and he never had enough of that. Also, he’d personally nicked her some really cool Urban Decay polish from a really nice store

Heh. That is also a surprisingly personal gift. I know it's fanon that they do each others nails, but... ♥

I love how the concept of "sincerity" is looked at from several angles in this, and finally found to be acceptable.

Go you! Lovely scene. I'm all warm and fuzzy now, not unlike Dawn's gloves.
I think it's Spike that likes Urban Decay, tbh. But Dawn likes the idea that he thinks she likes cool brands. So it's all good.
Agree with all the other comments. Spike gets to show his soft and fluffy side while earnestly trying to convince himself he's still evil....you got it spot on.
This is special, because it's so much in character that I wanted to look on the other side of the laptop and see if they were hiding there.
: )