I'd rather be anything but ordinary.

Fic: Three Mages And A Lady - An ABH Story (rated FRAO)

2008-06-20T21:04:34Z

Three Mages and a Lady – An ABH Story.

Written for SOG

Posting Date: June 20^th, 2008

Authors:

fairygothmum and laurtew

Rating: FRAO

Pairing: Rupert/Wesley/Ethan/You

Word Count: 3680

A/N: This story came about as a result of a picture Laura found during one of our IM chats. Her, not so innocent, comment of “Wouldn’t it be fun to be between those three?” sparked both of us off and resulted in us trading line for line of what we saw these three doing to us. As if this wasn’t enough, we wrote the basis of our story whilst Laura was helping one of her children with math homework and my five year old son had two of his friends over on a play date – now that’s what I call multi-tasking!!

This beautiful piece of fanart comes from Wickedfox from her site at www.wickedfox.com. (The actual URL for this picture is: http://www.wickedfox.com/jabw/manips/3wisemages.jpg) She graciously allowed us to use it for this post. (Thank you!)

It has been a great day for you in Sunnydale and it’s turned into an even nicer evening. Rupert is home with you, there’s no research to be done and Wesley is staying over for a few days, having returned from LA to seek Rupert’s advice on a number of matters he is currently involved with. The three of you ate a hearty dinner and you are now curled up against Rupert’s side on the couch in his apartment, Wesley seated on the recliner. You are all sipping on the remains of the red wine you had opened earlier. You realise as you snuggle closer to Rupert that this is probably the best evening you’ve had together in a while; no Slayer, no witches, no vampires or demons, no immediate research and no interruptions.

A knock on the door disturbs your quiet scene.

“I knew it was too good to last,” you mutter.

Taking his arm from around you, Rupert stands up and crosses his apartment. He pulls a stake from the coat rack and waits while Wesley retrieves a crossbow from the weapons chest and takes up a position behind the door. You stay out of the way knowing that is what Rupert prefers you to do. The lock clicks back and Rupert pulls the door towards him. You can’t contain the audible gasp you involuntarily let out when you see who is standing on the other side.

“Hello Ripper.”

Two words and a voice guaranteed to induce nervousness in you, anger in Rupert and arousal in both of you.

“Ethan.” Rupert’s solid frame moves to block the door and you shift to the edge of the couch, almost anticipating that Rupert’s next move will be to throttle Ethan.

Wesley moves into Ethan’s field of vision but remains silent. Ethan notices the crossbow and the stake Rupert still holds firmly within his grasp. “Oh, Ripper, is that any way to greet an old friend?”

As Rupert moves to grab Ethan by the throat, Ethan holds his hands up in supplication, “I mean no harm Ripper. I have information you and your friends might find useful.”

You grin to yourself. Having had past experience with Ethan’s visits, you can read these two so well. You step quietly behind Rupert and place your hand on his arm, gently loosening his grip on Ethan. “Would it hurt to listen to him for five minutes, if what he says can help us, Rupert?” You ask, your eyes meeting Ethan’s over Rupert’s shoulder.

Ethan smiles at you, “Hello, love. I hoped you’d be here. It’s always a pleasure to see you whilst I’m in town.”

Rupert growls, bringing Ethan’s attention back to him. Ethan’s face goes serious. “Listen to the little lady, Rupert. You know she’s your voice of reason.”

Rupert pulls Ethan inside and slams the door hard, backing Ethan against it. “Any trouble from you and I’ll ..”

“Yes, I know,” Ethan grins. “You’ll beat me bloody and send me on my way.” Ethan turns his attention back to you. “Oh, how I miss the old days when Ripper would just shag me senseless.”

You can’t help smiling, you know Ethan is always trouble but there’s something about the idea of him with Rupert that never fails to send your senses reeling.

You take the stake and the crossbow, returning them to their rightful places. Wes continues to eye Ethan with suspicion; he’s heard tales of Ethan from both you and Rupert and you see that your friend trusts the Chaos Mage about as much as Rupert does.

Ethan holds out his hand to Wesley, “Ethan Rayne, I’m an old friend of Ripper’s.”

Wesley shakes hands cautiously, “Wesley Wyndham-Price.”

“Council?”

“Ex-Council,” Wesley quietly replies.

You watch as Ethan opens his mouth to speak, but one glare from Rupert and he closes it again with an audible snap. You wonder if you’ll have to intervene again. It’s far too early in the proceedings to have Rupert punch him and send him on his way. Perhaps Ethan might have some useful information. If Rupert pummels him now, you’ll never find out.

Turning away from Rupert, Ethan looks at you. You wonder what is going through his head with the speculative expression currently on his face. You begin to feel slightly uneasy, perhaps it would be better if Rupert punched him and sent him on his way this time.

As the three men take seats around the room you wander through to the kitchen and retrieve a fresh bottle of wine, this one an excellent vintage courtesy of Wesley. Opening the wine and snagging an extra glass for Ethan you return to the living area and settle yourself on the couch between the two ex-watchers.

Ethan shifts forward on the recliner to accept his glass of wine his lips moving silently. You arch an eyebrow and look at him oddly.

“I’m sorry?” You say. “I missed that.”

“Oh, nothing,” Ethan replies with a smile. “Just thinking to myself.”

You frown, but dismiss the feeling of unease as he settles back in his seat and takes a sip of his drink.

“You said you had information?” Rupert leans back against the couch and you snuggle yourself against him once again.

“Where are your manners Ripper? You’re supposed to ask after my health and what I’ve been doing since we last saw each other first.” Ethan pauses, “Although, you never were one for small talk where you? You were always far too eager to get to the main part of the action.”

“I’m warning you Ethan.” Rupert looks at him over the top of his glass as you and Wesley exchanged glances.

You decide to defuse the situation by asking what exactly Ethan has been doing since the last time he was in Sunnydale.

“Oh, this and that.”

Ethan’s vague response does nothing to put Rupert at ease. You can see the tension in his shoulders as you take another sip of the wine. It’s good wine and you find yourself relaxing a little more. You sigh as you take in Rupert’s profile, your eyes follow his jaw line up to his ear. Images of you licking a path to his ear and telling him how good he tastes surface in front of your eyes and you squirm a little.

You drag your attention back to the conversation and turn to look at Wesley as he speaks. You have no idea what he’s saying and you are finding it difficult to concentrate on anything other than how good he looks right now.

You shake your head and notice Ethan eyeing you as he takes a sip of his drink and runs his tongue over his lips to catch the last traces of the burgundy liquid. You wonder what that tongue would feel like if he placed lingering kisses on your skin.

Your sharp intake of breath has all three of them looking at you. What is wrong with you that you are thinking along those lines? You’re Rupert’s girl, you love him and yet you find yourself imagining all sorts of naughty thoughts starring Rupert, Ethan, Wesley and yourself.

Rupert’s eyes seem bigger than usual as he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. You can see a hint of worry in his eyes, but you don’t give him the chance to voice that concern. You lean forward and close the distance between you, kissing him hard. He pulls you close, his tongue immediately begging for entrance to your mouth, which you grant with a soft moan.

You vaguely wonder if Ethan had anything to do with your sudden lack of decorum in front of your guests. However, all rational thought leaves your head as you feel Wesley wrap his arms around your waist and settle in close behind you. Ethan moves to join the three of you on the couch.

Rupert breaks the kiss to nibble along your throat and up to your ear. You pull back and smile at him before reaching out to snag your glass of wine from the table. Taking a sip, you lean forward and kiss Rupert again, intent on sharing the taste of the wine on you tongue with him. You feel Wesley pressing closer to you from behind, his breath heavy on the back of your neck. A hand smoothes down from your shoulder to your wrist causing you to open your eyes, Ethan smiles at you.

Breaking your kiss with Rupert you turn and run your hand down Wesley’s cheek. Before you have a chance to draw breath, he leans in and kisses you gently. His kiss is nothing like Rupert’s; tentative and unsure, whereas Rupert’s is full of passion and desire.

A hand grabs yours and you are pulled to your feet, Rupert grins wolfishly and walks towards the stairs. You know from past experience what that grin means and you have absolutely no objections. However, Rupert seems to have different plans tonight. Quickly removing your shirt and bra, he leans back against the wall and turns you around so that your back is against his front. His hands caress your breasts as he places gentle kisses across the top of your shoulder. One of your hands entangles itself in his hair, your other hand gripping Rupert’s thigh to steady yourself. You push back against him, feeling how hard he is. Rupert growls and thrusts against you, your answering moan has him telling you how good you feel.

“Beautiful.” Ethan’s voice whispers next to you. You open your eyes to see him standing very close to you, a smug grin on his face and his gaze directed at Rupert. At this point you aren’t sure if he is talking about you or Rupert and strangely, you don’t mind.

You wonder why Wesley hasn’t joined you yet. You look across to the couch and can see that he is watching Rupert’s hands slowing caressing your chest, his breath hitching with every glimpse of your nipples peaking through Rupert’s fingers. Wes’s hand drifts slowly back and forth over the bulge in his jeans in time to Rupert’s movements over your breasts.

Extricating yourself from Rupert, you wander back across the room. Standing in front of Wesley you hold out your hand and smile encouragingly. He hesitates for a few seconds before entwining his fingers in yours and allowing you to pull him to his feet. You turn around and stop dead, a moan pulled from your lips at the sight upon which you look. Rupert and Ethan are engaged in a passionate kiss, both fighting for dominance. You always knew those two would look good together. Struggling to overcome the weakness in your knees, you continue your journey to the stairs. Both breathing heavily, Rupert and Ethan end their kiss as you approach. Rupert grabs your hand and still holding on to Wesley, you allow yourself to be led upstairs.

You stand in Rupert’s bedroom and reach to unbutton your jeans, Rupert’s hand stills your movements. He circles around you, pulling you back against his bare chest; you wonder when he removed his shirt. Your thoughts turn to Wesley as he kneels in front of you and slowly pops the button and zipper of your jeans, looking up at you in awe. Wesley’s hands are on your hips, moving on a downwards journey and taking the denim material with him. His audible gasp of surprise and Ethan’s hum of approval at finding you naked underneath makes you smile.

Having removed your clothing, Wesley stands back up. Wasting no time, he removes his own clothing, his speed betraying his enthusiasm. Rupert and Ethan quickly follow his lead and soon all three of them stand naked before you.

You sit on the side of the bed, Rupert kisses you again. The bed dips behind you and Wesley takes up a position leaning against the headboard. Rupert encourages you to move further up the bed and Wes pulls you against him. Strong arms wrap around you and Wes kisses the side of your neck.

Rupert strokes your foot, his fingers trailing slowly up from your ankle to your knee. You open your legs a little wider, hoping to encourage him to move a little higher. Ethan appears at the other side of the bed and starts to mimic Rupert’s movements, slowly stroking from your ankle to your knee and back again. You close your eyes as Wesley pulls you more firmly against his chest, his hands moving up from your stomach to caress your nipples.

Closing your eyes, you wonder what you have done to deserve the attentions of three of the most amazing men you have ever met. Gentle pressure on the insides of your knees causes you to open your legs wider. Rupert’s lips kiss the inside of your thigh whilst Ethan’s fingers draw intricate symbols on your skin. Your body heats up momentarily, forcing your eyes wide open and your back to arch. Whatever Ethan just did has enhanced your skin’s sensitivity, causing you to feel every touch and caress magnified. You glance over to him and see the smug expression on his face. He knows the spell worked.

Rupert continues his journey upwards, slowly kissing higher along your thigh. You look down, your eyes locking with Rupert’s. You can’t help the moan that escapes you when his teeth gently nip at your inner thigh.

Behind you, Wes is whispering, “I’ve wanted to do this to you for such a long time.” You moan again when he kisses the sensitive spot on your neck.

“You have?”

Wesley’s response is lost to you.

Rupert has reached his destination. Holding you close, he flicks his tongue against your sensitive nub, causing you to squirm back against Wesley. You can feel how hard Wes is behind you and he begins to rhythmically thrust against you. Rupert slips his fingers inside you, pumping them hard and fast, continually lapping at you. Ethan watches your face whilst still dropping kisses up your thigh. Your breathing hitches, you are getting close to the edge. Ethan bites the inside of your thigh just as Rupert sends you over, Wes’s well-timed pinch of your nipples heightening your climax.

Giving you only a moment to recover, Ethan pushes Rupert out of the way and continues lapping at you. Rupert moves further up the bed in order to kiss you, his talented tongue duelling with yours, a hint of your essence still on his lips. His kisses turn deep and desperate, his needy moans sounding loud in the quiet of the room. Wes’s hot breath ghosts over you as he leans in and bites at your neck while Ethan adds his fingers to his attentions.

Hooking one arm around Rupert's neck and the other around Wes you bring them closer. Ethan’s rumbled protest from his position between your thighs has you stroking his back with your foot in an effort to appease him. It seems to work and he renews his efforts, drawing a moan from you and causing you to arch into him.

Meanwhile, Rupert is virtually making love to you with his tongue, moving it in and out of your mouth the same way he wants to be moving within your body. Wes has found the spot just behind your ear that makes you arch against him. He bites hard and sucks at it as Ethan increases his movements with his fingers. You break your kiss with Rupert to moan deeply. Wes stops nibbling and pushes himself against you, picking up a faster rhythm with his hips.

“You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now,” he growls into your ear, his voice rough and deep. You reach back and grab Wes, stroking him. He gasps and thrusts into your hand as you match the speed of your strokes on Wesley to Ethan's fingers working inside you.

Rupert moves his attentions to your chest, as Wes seems a bit distracted and has been neglecting this part of you. The hand you have around Rupert pulls him closer and tangles in his hair as he sucks your puckered nipple into his mouth. Ethan starts humming against you. You moan again and he laughs. His eyes shift with a challenging look to Rupert.

Wes stills your hand and presses himself closer against you, trapping his erection between your buttocks. He begins a slow steady pace of thrusting against you, his desperate panting washing hot breath across your skin. He groans and bites down on your shoulder as he goes over the edge; Ethan and Rupert choosing that moment to suck extra hard, sending you crashing over for the second time that night. Still panting and trying to catch his breath, Wesley nuzzles gently against your neck as the other two renew their assault.

Patience finally at an end, Rupert pushes Ethan out of the way and slides home within your depths. Growling, Ethan shifts to kiss you for the first time tonight. The kiss doesn’t last long, as you throw your head back against Wesley’s shoulder and moan Rupert’s name, encouraging him to move harder and deeper.

Ethan crawls up next to you and you can see that he is in need of some attention himself. Turning your head slightly, you take him into your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. His hands wrap in your hair, pulling you closer.

Rupert gives an extra hard thrust and you pull back from Ethan to yell Rupert's name. That's enough to send him over. He has told you often during love making that he adores hearing you scream his name. He drives in once more and comes strong and hard, his eyes closed and a look of such ecstasy on his face. He holds you so tightly, it feels like he'll never let go.

Opening his eyes, Rupert looks at you tenderly. He leans forward and kisses you, a soft brush of his lips against your own, causing you to sigh contentedly.

Rupert pulls back and motions with his eyes to Ethan. You look over to Ethan and he smiles down at you too. You reach for him and run your tongue along his length before taking him back into your mouth, sucking him hard and fast. You run a hand up the inside of his thigh, cupping and massaging him. Ethan rocks his hips and whispers how good your mouth feels wrapped around him. Rupert moves up beside Ethan and starts to whisper into his ear, asking him what it’s like to be inside your hot, wet mouth.

Ethan moans, “It feels like being in heaven.”

You pick up the pace now, sucking harder and swirling your tongue faster. Ethan's eyes are closed, his head thrown back. Rupert asks if you are doing that special swirling thing you do with your tongue and Ethan groans again. Rupert laughs; he knows how good it feels when you do that. You meet Rupert's eyes and give one extra hard suck as Rupert bites Ethan's earlobe, your combined efforts sending Ethan over the edge.

The four of you sprawl in a sweaty, contented heap on the bed. You stay where you have fallen between Rupert and Ethan, Wesley lying on the other side of Rupert. You squirm around far enough to get comfortable, not really having the energy to do more. The cool night breeze drifting through the open window cools your skin and you shiver slightly. Rupert reaches down and snags the comforter, you settle against him, Ethan spooning against your back. With your arm over Rupert’s chest you entwine your fingers with Wesley’s and slowly drift off to sleep.

The next morning you awaken to the sound of Rupert swearing as he dashes down the stairs. You sit up, feeling a little groggy from the wine last night. You had the most amazing dream of you, Rupert, Ethan and Wesley. You open your eyes to see Wesley curled on his side asleep next to you. So, it wasn’t a dream? You sit up, the room spinning slightly, looking around you see Rupert walking back up the stairs to his bedroom, a thunderous look on his face and a slip of paper in his hand. He sits down heavily on the bed next to you, thrusting the note into your hand. You would recognise the writing anywhere: Ethan.

“Thanks for a night to remember, Ripper. Maybe you, me and the little lady could do it again the next time I’m in town.”

“How did he ….?” You ask, still looking at the note.

“Some sort of relaxation of inhibitions spell.” Rupert answers, “I’m going to kill him next time I see him.”

You stroke your hand down the side of Rupert’s face, loving the slightly rough feel of his unshaven cheek against your palm, “Oh, I don’t know, Rupert. It was kind of fun.”

At Rupert’s incredulous look, you lean in and kiss him softly.

“You didn’t think so?”

He blushes and looks at the floor.

“It’s not…it wasn’t…” He trails off and you know he wants to admit that he enjoyed last night but he just can’t bring himself to do it.

You tip his chin up to look in his eyes.

“I’ll always be your girl, Rupert.” You say quietly. “I love you so much and nothing will ever change that. Last night wasn’t your doing or your fault and I’m not saying I want to do it again. But it wasn’t wrong to enjoy it.”

“And you don’t find yourself wanting to trade for the younger model?” he asks, looking over at Wesley’s still sleeping form.

“Not for anything in the world,” you reply with a smile. “I’m enjoying putting more miles on you far too much.”

He laughs and you see the tension leaving his shoulders.

“I suppose I won’t kill Ethan,” he says with a sigh. Both of you turn to look at Wes as he stirs and quietly moans. “Maybe I’ll just let Wes do it.”

14 Textless Icons

2008-06-20T18:55:07Z

I've had some of these sitting around in my Photobucket account for a while now. So, I thought I'd post them here.

As always, want, take, have. Just let me know where it's going. :)

Video: Rupert Giles: I Wanna Be A Rock Star

2008-06-20T16:40:59Z

The first time I heard Nickelback's Rock Star I thought of Rupert. So, I decided to make a video of Rupert stills to the song. I hope you like it. It's only the second video I've ever made, I'm still learning. :)

Fic: Learning The Difference (Giles/Olivia) FRT

2008-06-20T08:08:10Z

It's my posting day at Summer of Giles today and I'm going to cross post everything here at my journal too. Apologies if anyone gets spammed on their f-lists in the process. :)

Learning The Difference

Rating: FRT

Pairing: Rupert/Olivia

Author: Fairygothmum

Word Count: 978

A/N: It all belongs to Joss. I like taking Rupert out to play with him from time to time. I promise to give him back when I’m done. As always, thanks go to my husband and my kids who never complain when my writing takes over. Special thanks to my best friend, Laura, for everything.

“Rupert, I’m bored.” Olivia’s voice broke through the silence in the room.

The man in question raised his eyes above the edge of the large, musty tome he was currently engrossed in and observed the bored expression on his sometime lover’s face as she reclined at the opposite end of the couch they were currently sharing. Olivia had tossed aside the glossy magazine she had been perusing, having spent the past thirty minutes scrutinising her latest photographic shoot pictures. A three page spread, Rupert was loath to admit he couldn’t remember the name of the fashion designer whose skimpy clothes Olivia was wearing.

“There is a crossword in the newspaper I haven’t started yet. Or, you could find something on the television.” Rupert’s attention turned to his research again.

Olivia sighed in disappointment. She could understand Rupert’s devotion to his calling when she wasn’t in town, but they had so few opportunities to spend time together and she had thought he might be pleased to see her when she stopped by unexpectedly this morning. Instead, Rupert had greeted her less than enthusiastically, they were both still fully clothed and as far as Olivia was concerned, this was just plain wrong!

Olivia craved more attention. She wasn’t used to being ignored. No doubt if she informed Rupert of this fact he would apologise profusely for neglecting his lover. Although this plan would work, an amorous Rupert was far more fun to play with than a contrite one and if she played things well enough, she might persuade Ripper out of hiding.

Not to mention that it would be fun to tease Rupert into losing interest in his research, Buffy and her damnable prophetic dreams could wait. Olivia obediently picked up the newspaper, located the crossword and tried to appear deep in thought whilst she put her seduction of Rupert plan into action.

Appearing engrossed in the crossword, Olivia slowly stretched, inching her foot up the inside of Rupert’s cord-clad thigh. Still completely absorbed in his reading material, Rupert shifted position to accommodate Olivia’s exploring foot. Without knowing how it got there, Rupert became aware of Olivia’s toes stretching and rubbing against his groin.

Despite his trying to concentrate on the words in front of him, Rupert started to become aroused. Normally, that wouldn’t happen when he was reading about potential apocalyptic occurrences.

“Ol ….. Olivia?” Rupert stuttered, trying to bring his reddening cheeks under control.

“Yes, Rupert?” Olivia innocently looked up from her newspaper.

Rupert considered her for a moment, unsure if she really was unaware of her foot’s current location. Although to Rupert’s way of thinking, Olivia’s face and mannerisms were entirely too innocent. Rupert looked pointedly at Olivia’s foot.

“Oh, sorry. It's just that my feet are cold." The sheepish look now gracing Olivia’s face did nothing to dispel Rupert’s idea that she had been teasing him and had known all along exactly where her foot had roamed to.

“Come over here.” Rupert held out his hand and Olivia moved across the couch, turning so that she snuggled back against him. Rupert pulled the blanket from the back of the couch over Olivia’s feet, “Better?”

“Much.” Olivia snuggled in close, nestling between Rupert’s long legs, her back resting against his chest.

Rupert smiled behind her, two could play this game and it was easy for him to discern the smug tone in Olivia’s reply. If she wanted to play, then Rupert would play. The research was important but he could spare an hour or two. After all, he was due a break.

Rupert balanced his book in one hand and casually slid his other hand under her skirt and along Olivia’s thigh, his fingers trailing up and down in a mindless pattern. He nodded his head once when he felt Olivia’s muscles tense under his fingertips.

Olivia squirmed back against Rupert, this was not part of the plan, and he wasn’t supposed to turn things around on her. His fingers were now running up the inside of her thigh; she tried to wriggle forward to push Rupert’s questing fingers on to a path guaranteed to produce satisfaction. Grinning openly behind her, Rupert heard Olivia’s breath hitch as one finger pressed against her underwear. Rupert lifted his hips slightly, allowing his erection to brush firmly against Olivia’s butt.

Dropping the newspaper onto the coffee table, Olivia moaned and ground herself back against the heat behind her, simultaneously grabbing Rupert’s wrist and pressing his hand tightly against her. Rupert’s answering moan and the sound of a large book hitting the floor was all Olivia needed.

Turning her head she kissed Rupert as he leaned forward, his now book-free hand rhythmically squeezing her breast and teasing her nipple into a hard bud. Reaching down to bite her ear lobe Rupert whispered “Have you solved any clues on the crossword yet?”

Olivia gasped as Rupert’s tongue traced a lazy path down the side of her neck, “Do you even know which demon you are supposed to be researching?”

Olivia gasped again when Rupert’s teeth playfully nipped the side of her neck, “Seeing as neither of us is being particularly productive, why don’t we move to somewhere more comfortable?” Rupert’s voice rumbled against Olivia’s throat.

“Oh, I don’t know Rupert,” Olivia teased, “Buffy will be expecting you to have found something when she gets here later.”

Rupert pushed Olivia forward, extricated himself from the couch and then pulled Olivia to her feet. Picking her up off her feet, Rupert grinned a very Ripperish grin, “I have found a new piece of information. I now know that you need to learn the difference between feeling bored and feeling amorous.”

“Hmmm, perhaps you need to give me a hands-on demonstration of amorous.” Olivia whispered breathlessly.

Rupert then carried a laughing Olivia up to his bed and proceeded to give her a very thorough demonstration.

ASH: Bleak Expectations - Season 2

2008-05-13T14:48:06Z

I'm sure most of you ASH fans know that he did a radio production last year, Bleak Expectations, and I went along to see two episodes being recorded. Imagine my delight when I found out that a second season was to be recorded this month.

I applied to the BBC for tickets and guess what? I got them!! I'm going to see it being recorded in London next Sunday. Full report when I get back. :)

Fic: Casting Me Aside

2008-05-04T17:04:14Z

This is my second entry for the Giles Hurt/Comfort Ficathon at Tweed and Tea.

I have no excuse for this. It suddenly dropped into my head a few days ago and wouldn't go away until I wrote it.

Title: Casting Me Aside
Author: Fairygothmum
Pairing: Rupert/? (I can't tell you - you'll have to find out for yourself)
Rating: FRC
Disclaimer: Not mine, it all belongs to Joss. I take Rupert out and play with him on occasion. I promise to return him when I'm done.
A/N: This wasn't from any prompt I claimed. It just suddenly appeared in my head. I'm not on drugs, although after writing this perhaps I should be! Thanks go to my best friend Laura for always being there no matter what, my husband and my kids who support my writing without complaint.

Casting Me Aside

Abandoned and abused by a vampire. After all the loyalty I’ve shown you since you arrived in Sunnydale. I’ve never let you down and yet, it comes to this. I find myself pushed over for a younger, fitter, faster model. I trusted you, never let you down. Yes, I know it may have taken me a while to get started in the morning, I’d creak and grind, I’m not as young as I used to be but you always stood up for me whenever anyone made a joke at my expense. What changed?

I’ll admit I’m a bit battered this time but I’m sure you could have fixed this. My scratches and scrapes have never bothered you before. I thought you were proud of me. We were a team, an unbeatable partnership and now you cast me aside. Have your fun with a younger, sexier partner but always remember there was something special about our relationship. I was older, wiser and I had experience of life. What can your new partner offer? I knew my way around town, all the short cuts and I saved you when your back was against the wall.

I can’t compete with the leather your new partner wears. I’m tweedy, that’s the way I’m made. I’m sturdy and sensible, cut from a different cloth in a different era. I never had any idea that leather would attract you. It doesn’t matter now. I have to accept that you neither want nor need me.

I stand at the side of the road, you don’t even notice me. I wonder if you ever really did and that thought hurts more than I know it should. I see the way your eyes light up and how animated you become when you are discussing the new someone in your life. You never spoke of me that way. Am I deluding myself? Did we ever have a spark or was it all in my imagination?

I should have known things wouldn’t last. Nothing is forever, you taught me that. We are all expendable in this world, even me. No matter how good we think we are, someone better, braver and faster could be lurking around the next corner waiting to take us down.

I wish you had been there when I hit the wall. Maybe you could have saved me, but you left me to my fate in the hands of another. You knew the vampire had a reputation for torture but still you left me alone and defenceless in the dark. I know I shouldn’t feel bitter but I can’t help my emotions. Maybe given time, love, care and understanding someone will love me again and I won’t be on the scrapheap for too long. Oh, who am I kidding? No-one is going to look at me again; no-one did for a long time before you came along. You saved me and I had faith in you, my saviour, you would never let me fall.

When we were together I felt like I could fly. Your touch made me purr like a kitten, I would shelter you and do anything to protect you. Obviously, that wasn’t enough for you.

I hope you’ll be happy with your new car, Rupert. It may be shiny, red and sporty but remember the fun times we had together.

I’ll miss you, Rupert.

With love, your Citroen

what might have been (FRT)

2008-05-04T09:16:28Z

I wrote this story for the Hurt/Comfort Ficathon on Tweed and Tea. This is the first of two entries I will be posting today.

Title: What Might Have Been
Author: Fairygothmum
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: FRT (I'm never sure about these ratings)
Pairing: Rupert/OFC

Summary: Written for the Rupert Giles Hurt/Comfort Ficathon on Tweed and Tea.

Prompt: Rupert Pre-Series, OFC

Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss, I just like taking Rupert out and playing with him for a while. I promise to put him back when I'm done. :)

A/N: Without ASH there would be no Giles to love, so he deserves a mention. Special thanks to my best friend Laura for all her help and encouragement in everything. Thanks also go to my husband and kids for putting up with the craziness which accompanies my writing.

What Might Have Been

Rupert walked along the corridors deep in the heart of Council Headquarters, it was the same every day; he always knew where to find her. Lydia was predictable, six in the evening and she'd be where she had been since early morning on her non-teaching days, researching in the library.

Rupert could understand how Lydia preferred the company of books to people, most of the time he did too. That was one of the reasons why he and Lydia made such a great team. She knew virtually every book inside out almost as well as Rupert did himself. Lydia knew more about those books than the Council researchers themselves. In fact on many occasions when they couldn't find Rupert, one of the researchers had sought Lydia out to ask her a question regarding whatever demon was currently causing problems.

Rupert smiled as he entered the library, the smell of old parchment always made him feel comfortable and relaxed. There she was at her preferred desk and surrounded by books. Rupert laid a hand upon her shoulder, "What is it that has captured your attention today?"

Lydia looked up and returned Rupert's smile, "Oh, I found some information on a fascinating demon whose body temperature is so low one touch is enough to freeze his victim in place for four hours."

Rupert perched on the edge of the desk, smoothing his hand down her arm he grasped her fingers, simultaneously pulling her closer and kissing the engagement ring which sat snugly upon her finger.

"I'm sure the information will be there tomorrow darling, let's go and get something to eat."

Lydia sighed, "I suppose you are right." She reached behind her head and loosened her austere bun.

The sight of her curls cascading down around her shoulders brought back memories of the previous night and served to make Rupert inappropriately hard. He shifted uncomfortably and Lydia grinned, knowing full well the effect she was having on him.

"Actually, I do have something important that I need to discuss with you. I wanted to tell you before you heard it from anyone else, you know how news spreads around this place." Rupert held her gaze, memorising every inch of her face and knowing that in his next breath he was about to break her heart.

"What is it Rupert, is something wrong?" The worry in Lydia's voice only served to cause Rupert more pain.

"Merrick is dead. They've appointed a new Watcher."

"And, who’s the lucky man?"

"They've chosen me; I'm to fly out to the US in two day's time. I'm sorry Lydia, we'll have to put the wedding plans on hold for a while."

Lydia stood up and wrapped her arms around her fiancé, holding his face between her hands she kissed the tip of his nose, "Don't be sorry, Rupert. This is what you've spent your whole life training for. It's your calling, your destiny, I couldn't be happier for you."

"But the plans…… the church …… the dress." Rupert looked up worriedly.

"We can still have all of those things. We'll just reschedule and move the wedding to America. You are so lucky, you'll be living and working on a Hellmouth, Rupert. It's every Watcher's dream." Lydia held him close. She would be strong for him now even if she fell apart after he took his flight. She knew this was a dangerous life and Rupert would be in more danger now that he was about to enter the front line, but this was his destiny, his family business and she would not stand in his way.

"You don't mind? I mean, it's a wonderful opportunity but I could always tell them I've changed my mind."

Gathering every ounce of strength she possessed, Lydia propelled Rupert towards the door, "Why would you do that? We'll make this work some how. Come on, let's get some take away and then I'll help you start packing. Those books of yours aren’t going to pack themselves."

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The couple's remaining two days flew by in a whirl of packing, last minute meetings with Council members and energetic evenings spent in Rupert's bed. Rupert took his time making love to his fiancée, there would be no fast couplings now, Rupert wanted to commit every inch of her skin, her taste, her very being to his memory.

In the pre-dawn light, Rupert raised himself up on one elbow to watch Lydia sleep. Feeling like his soul was splitting in two, Rupert finally climbed out of bed and silently made his way to the kitchen. Tea. Yes, tea was what was required to get him through this morning and his flight away from the woman he loved.

As Rupert waited for the kettle to boil a pair of lightly tanned arms wrapped themselves around his waist and soft lips kissed the centre of his back. Turning within her embrace, Rupert pulled Lydia as close as he could. Looking into her eyes he realised he couldn’t express how he was feeling articulately so he resorted to kissing her with as much passion as he could muster. The kiss took on a life of its own and Rupert’s hands soon began to wander down to caress Lydia’s bottom.

Nipping his lip Lydia pulled back, “You’ll miss your flight if you carry on like that.” She smiled and pulling herself out of his arms, Lydia crossed the kitchen to retrieve milk from the fridge.

Finally, the time came for Rupert to depart for the airport. Lydia insisted upon driving him although Rupert would have preferred to get a taxi. He wasn’t sure he could hold himself together if Lydia stood watching him as he passed through the departure gates. As it was both Lydia and Rupert remained strong for each other.

“It’s not like I’ll never see you again.” Lydia whispered as she pulled Rupert into a fierce hug.

“I know … I just hate leaving you here to deal with the wedding preparations alone. We should be doing these things together.” Rupert pulled her closer.

“We will, I’ll call you every evening, being thousands of miles away doesn’t mean I’m letting you off discussing the flower and seating arrangements.” Lydia grinned. “Besides, if we are going to move this wedding to Sunnydale, I’m counting on you to find us a new venue.”

Rupert kissed her. It really was the only way to stop her talking sometimes. When his flight departure was announced the couple reluctantly separated.

“Call me as soon as you land.” Lydia said.

“I will. I love you so very much.” Rupert replied.

“I love you too Rupert, forever.”

With her final words still echoing in his ears Rupert crossed the departure gate to begin his new life.

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She missed him, there was no denying that. It had been the worst few weeks of her life. Even discussing the small church Rupert had found in Sunnydale didn’t alleviate the pain of not having him here with her. The morning sickness didn’t help either and how poetic had that been, finding out she was pregnant the week after Rupert left. She hadn’t told him about the baby yet, he was far too wrapped up in life with a Slayer. The last thing Lydia wanted to do was distract him, he needed to concentrate now that he was facing danger all the time. She’d never forgive herself if something happened to him because of her. Finishing up her preparations for her early class the next morning, Lydia reached across her desk for the letter she had written earlier in the day. Reading it through one final time, she signed it, folding and placing it within a crisp white envelope. With a flourish she wrote Quentin Traver’s name across the front and dropped it into her mail collection box. Yes, resigning from the Council would be hard, but she had a teaching degree, she could find work elsewhere. Being with the father of her child was the important thing. She hoped the Council would understand. Long distance relationships never lasted for long and Rupert was far too special to give him up so easily.

As she crossed the parking lot, Lydia made up her mind that she would call Rupert as soon as she reached home, she’d explain the situation and she’d tell him that she was making arrangements to join him as soon as possible. She would decide when she spoke to him if she would tell him about the baby tonight. She never saw the shadow detach itself from the darkness, never saw the glint of white fangs in the moonlight. Her last conscious thought was that Rupert would never know he was going to be a father.

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Opening his front door, Rupert decided the mail could wait to be opened, at least until he had fortified himself with a strong cup of tea. Crossing straight into his kitchen he turned the tap and let the water flow a little before filling his tea kettle. Setting it to boil on the stove, Rupert moved into his sitting room, he knew the book containing the prophesy he was working on was here somewhere, if only he could remember which box it had been in.

Rupert’s eyes drifted to the picture of himself and Lydia which held pride of place upon his coffee table. He picked it up, fingers caressing the frame as he stared into Lydia’s eyes. He missed her terribly and knowing that she wouldn’t be calling tonight as she was working late did nothing to alleviate the ache within his heart. He hated being so far away from her and he knew he couldn’t let the situation continue. It didn’t matter about being a Watcher; he’d walked away from it once before he would do it again. Rupert sighed, he had made his decision, he would call Quentin in the morning and explain that he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t be this far away from Lydia; she was his destiny not the Slayer.

The telephone shrilled to life snapping Rupert from his thoughts. He smiled at the image of Lydia.

“Couldn’t go one night without talking to me?” He ran a finger down her picture image face before putting the frame down upon the table.

Rupert reached for the phone, “Hello?”

“Rupert, it’s Peter Smythe-Roberts here.”

“Peter, how are you?” Rupert hadn’t spoken to Peter in months and thinking back on the conversation later, Rupert realised this should have set alarm bells ringing in his head.

“I’m well. Rupert I’m afraid I have some bad news for you. I think you had better sit down and prepare yourself for a shock.” Peter sounded nervous.

“What’s wrong? Has something happened to my father …?” Rupert hesitated, “Or is it Lydia?”

On the end of the phone Peter drew a deep breath, “I’m afraid I have to tell you that Lydia was killed in a vampire attack this evening. She was attached as she left the Council offices. I’m terribly sorry for your loss, Rupert.”

Rupert stood motionless, Lydia was dead, and he had failed her. If he had been there she wouldn’t have been walking home alone.

"Thank you for informing me, Peter." Rupert whispered as he hung up the phone.

He closed his eyes as tears tracked silently down his face, his tea kettle whistled shrilly but wrapped in his own personal world of grief, Rupert failed to hear it. Rupert scrubbed his hand across his face, he would be strong, and he would get through this pain.

Deciding to forgo his customary evening cup of tea, Rupert reached for a bottle of Scotch, a leaving gift from one of his colleagues and stumbled to the couch. He would stay in Sunnydale, there was nothing left for him to return to England for now. He vowed to himself that he would do everything within his power to protect his Slayer; he would keep her alive where he had failed Lydia. There would be no more deaths because of him.

Fin

Rupert Giles Video

2008-04-19T22:29:52Z

I made this a couple of weeks ago and forgot to post it here. Duh!

It's my first video and I had fun making it. I have a few ideas for other videos so I hope to make those when I have some spare time.

because everyone seems to be doing this

2008-04-13T18:48:26Z

I've seen this meme on a few comms now, so I thought it might be fun to make my own list.

1. Rupert Giles, anyone surprised? :)

2. Ethan Rayne (again, I ask if anyone is surprised?)

3. Wesley Wyndam-Price

4. Gene Hunt (the Gene Genie)

5. James from Manchild

6. Severus Snape

7. Lucius Malfoy

8. Henry Fitzroy

9. Captain Jack Harkness

10. Detective Mike Celluci

Summer of Giles

2008-04-07T08:28:45Z

{info} l {join} l {affiliate} l {sign ups 4/15}

I had so much fun reading the stories generated on this comm last year, I'm signing up for a day myself this year!

Go on, show some Giles love!

Giles Icons, Ethan Icons and more

2008-04-04T17:51:08Z

It's been a while, so I thought I'd post a whole load of icons and fanart. :)

As always, want, take, have but credit and let me know where it's going!

Just because Ethan never gets enough love. :)

This was me merging my main obsession with my newest one. It's the eyes!!!

Happy Easter

2008-03-20T13:45:12Z

Just wanted to say Happy Easter flist!

I won't be posting tomorrow and no, that fact has nothing to do with the proposed strike action, I won't be at home tomorrow. :)

We were supposed to be going to the mother-in-law for Easter but as her heating has gone kablooey this morning and the forecasters are saying the weather is going to be horrendous this weekend we are staying home! We'll go see her for the day tomorrow but there is no way I'm letting my kids stay in a cold and drafty house with no heating. I'm just waiting for the husband to suggest she comes and stays with us for the weekend. Oh joy!

So, now I'm frantically thinking up ideas to do with the kids, indoor egg hunt, making chocolate nests, I'll have to fall back on the tried and tested (and used every year) plans.

Any how,

Funny

2008-03-11T08:40:23Z

A friend sent me these so I thought I'd share. :)

Earshot Drabble

2008-03-07T14:07:54Z

I had intended to write a promptless something for the Every Slayer Needs a Watcher ficathon, but work, RL and Rupert & Ethan distracting me with their own story meant I didn't get anything done.

This little drabble crept into my head one evening after watching both Earshot and OMWF and I finally got around to finishing it yesterday.

Disclaimer: Joss owns it all, Joss is king!
A/N: Thanks to ASH for turning Rupert into a character I totally fell in love with. Thanks also to my best friend Laura, for always being there and thanks to my kids for making me see the humour in life.

Angel helped Buffy into a sitting position, forcing some of the blue glowing liquid into her mouth and down her throat. Setting the potion aside, Angel laid her back against the pillow. She seemed better. He kissed her forehead. Suddenly, Buffy started to thrash and kick, not knowing what to do, Angel yelled for Giles.

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"All we can do now is wait and hope she has enough strength left to give the potion time to work." Giles removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, the stress of the last few days evident on his face.

"You look exhausted." Joyce said softly, "we could all use some rest."

"I think I'll sit with Buffy for a while." Giles looked up at Joyce.

"Okay." Joyce and Angel left the room, closing the door behind them.

Giles looked at Buffy and smiled, he hadn't realised how worried he had been. The idea that Buffy might not make it through this ordeal had scared him more than he cared to admit even to himself. Sitting on the side of the bed, he shuffled back to lean against the headboard.

Absently, he reached out and stroked Buffy's hair. Buffy slowly turned towards Giles's touch but didn't wake. Sighing heavily, he hoped his Slayer would make it through with her mental capacities still intact.

Giles felt a wave of love pass through him when he looked at Buffy. He shook his head and sighed, Quentin had been so wrong, these was not the feelings associated with fatherly love at all.

The Watcher settled back against the pillows and slowly drifted off to sleep listening to the rhythmic sounds of Buffy's breathing.

Suddenly, Giles's mind was filled with the sight of Buffy dressed in a lilac tutu and white footless tights dancing an entirely new interpretation of Swan Lake whilst she made her way around a cemetery staking vampires and pirouetting through headstones. He grinned to himself, this was just the thing he needed to take his mind off the stress of the past few days. Giles nodded appreciatively at the way the silky material clung to Buffy's firm figure.

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A light persistent weight registered itself in Giles's sub-consciousness. Blinking, he opened his eyes to find Buffy's head nestling itself onto his shoulder. The Watcher shrugged slightly, more for appearance sake rather than a burning desire to dislodge his Slayer's head. If Giles dared to admit it to himself, he found the weight and warmth comforting, it wasn't often that he and Buffy shared any physical contact other than during sparring and training sessions. This was pleasant, rather too pleasant. That thought brought him fully awake in seconds, but even in waking he couldn't dismiss the image of Buffy in *that* tutu. Giles rubbed his hand across his face, trying to clear his mind, but he was forced to admit the whole dream, including Buffy's sexy dance routine had been somewhat arousing.

Giles glanced sideways at Buffy, realising, not for the first time, just how attractive she really was. He sighed inwardly and shifted slightly. There was no denying the ache in his groin.

Buffy stirred and nuzzled closer into her Watcher's neck which only served to heighten his arousal. Hesitantly reaching out a finger, he gently traced a line down the side of Buffy's face.

"Oh, Buffy," he whispered, "What am I going to do? I'm in love with you." He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head and sliding out as quietly as he could, Giles moved from the bed.

He made his way across the room and placing a hand on the door knob, the Watcher turned back for one last look at his sleeping Slayer. Leaving the room, the door closed behind him with a soft click.

On the bed Buffy opened her eyes and gasped. Had she really heard what she thought she had? Giles was in love with her? Buffy closed her eyes again, a slow secret smile crossing her face.

The End? :)

I may get around to expanding on this fic one day!

quiz

2008-03-06T16:19:18Z

Snagged from tweedy_girl

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I have no clue, is this a good rate? :)

happy valentine's day

2008-02-14T14:22:30Z

Have some icons, banners and a drabble (rated FRC) for Valentine's day. :)

Valentine's Night. It wasn't quite how you had planned to spend the evening. You had pictured soft lighting, a romantic movie, wine and cuddling on the couch with Rupert. What you got was chasing vampires through the cemetery where you promptly managed to fall into a freshly dug grave. If that wasn't bad enough, it had rained earlier in the day and by the time you had crawled back to the surface, covered in mud, Rupert, Buffy and the others had dusted the vampires.

Buffy, Xander and Willow had disappeared to The Bronze leaving Rupert to help you limp back to his car. You must have looked a sorry sight covered head to toe in mud and even Rupert didn't seem too keen to get close to you. All you wanted was to get home, shower and write this up as another in a long line of Valentine's Day disasters. It seems Rupert has other ideas.

Instead of driving you home as you had requested, he was heading back to his own apartment. You really were not in the mood to be very good company tonight. Rupert insisted you could shower at his place and as you both keep a change of clothes at each other's homes, your muddy clothes wouldn't be a problem.

You sigh moodily, but stay quiet as Rupert pulls up outside his apartment. As he ushers you out of the car, his arm goes around your waist and pulls you close. You try to slide from his grasp.

"You'll get all muddy too." You protest.

Rupert just grins at you and kisses your cheek. He opens the door to his apartment and you walk inside. You gasp at what you see before you, a beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers, chocolates and a bottle of chilled Champagne await you on the coffee table. Candlelight flickers on the soft breeze coming through the door behind you, making your shadows dance on the walls.

"Oh Rupert." You say, tears in your eyes.

"Happy Valentine's Day, love." Rupert smiles at you and you find yourself enveloped in a tight hug.

"Let's run you a bath first." Rupert says.

"Only if you come with me." You smile shyly up at him.

Rupert kisses you and walks you to the bathroom.

"I think I can manage that."

The bathroom door closes behind you and you know your Valentine's night won't be as bad as you thought it would be.

ASH's scene in Sweeney Todd

2008-02-02T15:28:30Z

With thanks to whoever posted the caps on one of the Sweeney Todd comms, I snagged all the caps of ASH's ten second scene in Sweeney Todd. Having seen the movie, I can say it's most definitely a "blink and you'll miss him scene" but, I made a couple of ASH bars from the caps.

It really is a shame only one of the caps has a full view of his face, but this is all we got from the movie. Finger's crossed the deleted scenes will be added as extras to the DVD release.

Check this out!

2008-01-29T09:02:35Z

I won first and third place at Giles Stills. Yay!!

Icons

2008-01-27T17:06:31Z

Some of these are new and others were posted for 12 Days of Rupert and StLD.

As always, want, take, have but credit and a comment is love. :)

Happy Birthday Laura!

2008-01-21T08:04:07Z

Happy Birthday, Laura!

I hope you have a great day!

Sweeney Todd London Premiere

2008-01-11T10:50:36Z

Row, Sue and I attended the London Premiere of Sweeney Todd in a very soggy Leicester Square last night.

As seems to be the norm when "the usual suspects" go out, it was raining!! Although, this time we didn't get quite as soaked as we did at the Patrick Doyle Concert last October.

We made our way to Leicester Square and had a look around. For a cold, wet January night the Square was packed with people hoping to catch a glimpse of a star or two. I didn't get a picture, but I did see one couple who had dressed for the occasion, she as Mrs Lovett and him as .... well, I suppose you would call it one of Sweeney's victims, a headless corpse with bits of gooey blood hanging all over him. Great costumes!!

We wandered around the Square getting a feel for the atmosphere and also trying to see exactly how we were supposed to get past the barricades and into the cinema.

(View of Leicester Square and the red lanterns)

Of course, we did the obligatory stop at the nearest wine bar for a bit of light refreshment and then as the time was getting on, we made our way into the cinema. It was great fun walking the red carpet knowing that Alan Rickman and Johnny Depp would be following in our footsteps shortly thereafter! :)

(View from the red carpet - Sue with her red handbag on the right)

Once inside the cinema we couldn't hang around in the foyer, so we made our way to our seats. It made a pleasant change not to have to purchase popcorn and water, these were provided to us as was a small complimentary gift bag which contained a perfume sample, body lotion and skin cream.

As we settled into our seats (and Sue did her legendary bathroom break!) we could see some of the stars being interviewed on the red carpet. I must say I absolutely adored Helena Bonham-Carter's dress and for a woman who hasn't long given birth to her second child, she's looking in great shape. We saw Johnny being interviewed and signing a few things for the fans. We did start to wonder if Alan Rickman had decided to blow the event as we hadn't see a glimpse of him. However, a few seconds later we could see all the stars posing for publicity shots next to the big ST banner in the foyer.

Being that our seats were near the back, we could see all the stars walking in (for those interested Rima was there with Alan and she looked lovely).

A little while later all the stars were being introduced on the stage ....

(There's Alan on the left)

Unfortunately, my picture of Johnny didn't come out too clearly and it really isn't worth posting it here. Typically, when I got home I realised that my camera has a night setting which would have improved my photos - Duh!! At least I'll know for next time. :)

As for the movie itself, it's absolutely fantastic. (I'm not going into too many details as I don't want to spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet). I love Tim Burton's washed out cinematography and the way the flash backs were shown in colour. Johnny plays his role very well, his singing is a cross between David Bowie and David Essex and I will definitely be buying the soundtrack. Alan is wonderfully creepy as Judge Turpin and his singing voice is reasonable. Sasha Baron-Cohen was incredibly funny as Pirelli, especially when he drops his Italian accent in his final scene with Johnny. I know a few people have said they didn't like Helena Bonham-Carter's singing voice, but I had no complaints. She played her part really well and I thought she had a pleasant voice.

Of course, being the big Anthony Stewart Head fan that I am I was looking out for his "blink and you'll miss it" screen time. His character appears talking with Sweeney just after Sweeney's competition with Pirelli. Yes, you only see ASH's profile, but his voice is unmistakable and he looks absolutely delicious in period costume. I know I'll be freeze-framing my DVD when I get it.

I suppose because I knew what to expect from the story, the throat slitting scenes really didn't bother me. In fact, the blood spurting everywhere and the bodies dropping down through the floor had a slightly comical feel to them. Maybe it was just me, but I did find the movie quite funny in parts, (that could just be my slightly weird sense of humour).

After the movie, we made our way back out to the foyer for photos ....

(Me next to Sweeney's blade with Row)

And one final photo of the publicity shot from outside the cinema.

On the whole, it was a great night out. Although I didn't get any autographs this time, I really wasn't expecting too so I wasn't disappointed.

I would recommend this movie to everyone.

If you are looking for better quality pictures, I suggest you try here:
http://www.wireimage.com/GalleryListing.asp?navtyp=GLS====299523&str=&styp=&sfld=&nbc1=1&sortval=3a&PageNum=1
or  http://gallery.the-leaky-cauldron.org/album/3766

I was messing around with one of my art programs a few nights ago and I made these. I'm still learning how this art program works, but I liked these.

So, only ten days into the new year and I've already seen a whole load of stars!! :)