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crossoverficTitle: Burning Now Smells Like Home
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rosie1234
Fandom: BTVS/X-Men
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Cordelia/Pyro
Spoilers: None
Summary: “Hey, buddy, watch where you’re throwing those damn flames I don’t want to be the main attraction at the barbecue.”
Note: Day 17! :D
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twistedshorts, galorechallenge
Prompt: Villains, kiss
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Hey, buddy, watch where you’re throwing those damn flames I don’t want to be the main attraction at the barbecue.”
During my life I had thought the weirdest thing I would end up dating was a vampire, and Angel was just about the perfect one of those (the rest wanted to bite rather than kiss), but now I found myself head over heels for a fire-throwing mutant.
(I could say ‘at least he wasn’t a demon’ but I’ve loved one of those too)
“Sorry, baby, I just need to practice, without doing it I won’t be able to create my own fire.”
It was easy to see that being able to manipulate fire without a matchbook was something big for him and I was not about to ruin that for him.
Each one of them had something to live for, Angel wanted to be human, and I was always there to help them along in their missions in life.
“And I’m proud of you for it, John; just try doing it out side, okay?”
But having to replace my curtains every single freaking day was starting to get really old and I didn’t want to see any more of our pretty things go up in flames.
“Whatever you say, Cordy. Wish me luck.”
By now I had already gotten used to the smell of burning that clung to his skin, Angel had the smell of demon guts about him (and that my friends is much worse), and I even liked my own skin to smell the same.
(as long as it isn’t really burning I’m okay with it all, even when my home is overrun with matchbooks)
Before he left me to control the damage he left in his wake, it looked like it was about time we got rid of that burnt-to-a-crisp sofa; I gave him a kiss and wished him a good try-not-to-be-evil day.
“I wish you all the luck in the whole goddamn world, honey, now go and burn some shit.”
Author:
rosie1234Fandom: BTVS/X-Men
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Cordelia/Pyro
Spoilers: None
Summary: “Hey, buddy, watch where you’re throwing those damn flames I don’t want to be the main attraction at the barbecue.”
Note: Day 17! :D
For:
twistedshorts, galorechallenge Prompt: Villains, kiss
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Hey, buddy, watch where you’re throwing those damn flames I don’t want to be the main attraction at the barbecue.”
During my life I had thought the weirdest thing I would end up dating was a vampire, and Angel was just about the perfect one of those (the rest wanted to bite rather than kiss), but now I found myself head over heels for a fire-throwing mutant.
(I could say ‘at least he wasn’t a demon’ but I’ve loved one of those too)
“Sorry, baby, I just need to practice, without doing it I won’t be able to create my own fire.”
It was easy to see that being able to manipulate fire without a matchbook was something big for him and I was not about to ruin that for him.
Each one of them had something to live for, Angel wanted to be human, and I was always there to help them along in their missions in life.
“And I’m proud of you for it, John; just try doing it out side, okay?”
But having to replace my curtains every single freaking day was starting to get really old and I didn’t want to see any more of our pretty things go up in flames.
“Whatever you say, Cordy. Wish me luck.”
By now I had already gotten used to the smell of burning that clung to his skin, Angel had the smell of demon guts about him (and that my friends is much worse), and I even liked my own skin to smell the same.
(as long as it isn’t really burning I’m okay with it all, even when my home is overrun with matchbooks)
Before he left me to control the damage he left in his wake, it looked like it was about time we got rid of that burnt-to-a-crisp sofa; I gave him a kiss and wished him a good try-not-to-be-evil day.
“I wish you all the luck in the whole goddamn world, honey, now go and burn some shit.”
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