Fic: Burned
I wrote this quite a while ago, for an open_on_sunday prompt of "fire," which I had already missed, but, for whatever reason, never posted it here. It's on ff.net, but not here. Huh.
Name: Burned
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander, implied hints of Willow/Xander and "the Fluke"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, fanfiction is the last thing I would be writing.
Summary: Xander Harris deserves to burn for what he's done to her. A Cordelia POV drabble, post-Lover's Walk.
He deserves to burn. He deserves to ache and throb and hurt like she does, like he’s burning alive. He deserves suffering, feeling his whole damn heart being ripped out and used as an ashtray. He deserves searing, gut-wrenching agony; with each movement the blaze of ripped stitches from rust-red rebars. He deserves to be consumed by fiery, unquenchable pain until he burns, all red-hot flames and suffocating smoke and excruciatingly pure white ashes, before he blazes out, and everything’s cold and dead.
She can’t make him burn.
Instead, she cuts up all his pictures and burns them to ash.
fin.
Name: Burned
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander, implied hints of Willow/Xander and "the Fluke"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: If I owned any of this, fanfiction is the last thing I would be writing.
Summary: Xander Harris deserves to burn for what he's done to her. A Cordelia POV drabble, post-Lover's Walk.
He deserves to burn. He deserves to ache and throb and hurt like she does, like he’s burning alive. He deserves suffering, feeling his whole damn heart being ripped out and used as an ashtray. He deserves searing, gut-wrenching agony; with each movement the blaze of ripped stitches from rust-red rebars. He deserves to be consumed by fiery, unquenchable pain until he burns, all red-hot flames and suffocating smoke and excruciatingly pure white ashes, before he blazes out, and everything’s cold and dead.
She can’t make him burn.
Instead, she cuts up all his pictures and burns them to ash.
fin.