ext_19837 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
allyndra.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crack_van2008-10-27 03:03 pm
allyndra.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2008-10-27 03:03 pm
Entry tags:
It's Not by Cordelianne (NC-17)
Geez, I missed reccing all last week. I'll make up for it this week.
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER & ANGEL THE SERIES
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Length: 7,825 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cordelianne
Author Website: Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read:
You know all those post-Chosen fics where Xander really comes into his own and leads troops of Slayers with wit and maturity? This is not one of those stories. This is a story where Xander follows up the danger and heartache of fighting the creatures of darkness by becoming a normal guy with a normal job and a normal rut. I was cheering for Xander to overcome inertia all the way through. This fic is hot, amusing, and different, and every character in it is used well.
After California and Africa, the first winter in Cleveland had been weird. What with the cold and the snow and the ice. And did he mention the cold?
No more dreaming of a white Christmas. Cars not starting, skidding on icy roads and feeling cold all the time took care of that. No more chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Freezing rain, scraping ice off his windshield and nearly losing a toe to hypothermia took care of that too.
And no one roasts chestnuts in Cleveland anyway.
It makes him wish for the heat of Africa. A wish he never thought he would ever have.
But he is here. Wishing won’t change it. And isn’t a good idea on a hellmouth.
Go. Read. Love. Tell the Author.
It's Not
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER & ANGEL THE SERIES
Pairing: Xander/Spike
Length: 7,825 words
Author on LJ:
cordelianneAuthor Website: Fic Masterlist
Why this must be read:
You know all those post-Chosen fics where Xander really comes into his own and leads troops of Slayers with wit and maturity? This is not one of those stories. This is a story where Xander follows up the danger and heartache of fighting the creatures of darkness by becoming a normal guy with a normal job and a normal rut. I was cheering for Xander to overcome inertia all the way through. This fic is hot, amusing, and different, and every character in it is used well.
After California and Africa, the first winter in Cleveland had been weird. What with the cold and the snow and the ice. And did he mention the cold?
No more dreaming of a white Christmas. Cars not starting, skidding on icy roads and feeling cold all the time took care of that. No more chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Freezing rain, scraping ice off his windshield and nearly losing a toe to hypothermia took care of that too.
And no one roasts chestnuts in Cleveland anyway.
It makes him wish for the heat of Africa. A wish he never thought he would ever have.
But he is here. Wishing won’t change it. And isn’t a good idea on a hellmouth.
Go. Read. Love. Tell the Author.
It's Not