My Room
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
6,796
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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My Room
Title: My Room
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC17 for language and violence.
Pairings: ending X/A, beginning S/X
Spoilers: Up to Hell’s Bells, but some for the episodes after that, I’ve just changed history a bit.
Warnings: Umm, none that I can think of.
Summary: Instead of Xander leaving Anya, Anya leaves Xander at the alter. The rest of Season Six gets a little altered from there.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: The Batpack, Excessent, SxandV, and Bloodclaim.
Aves:ves: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.fanfiction.net/~amejisuto
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=17790
http://nummytreats.forsaken-faith.org/archive/viewuser.php?uid=106
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This is three different songfics tI’veI’ve strung together to make a story. I’ve really changed the end of Season Six, but I don’t think anyone will mind. Thanks oodles to Kyrieane for the beta! You’re sweet!
Part One- In My Room
There’s a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room
Xander lay on the bed in his room. The past week had been hell for him, almost literally. He was supposed to be on his Honeymoon right now, with the woman he loved more than anything else busy living happily ever after. That was how things were supposed to be. Sure he had been nervous, almost terrified, but he hadn’t planned on backing out.
That all changed That Day. It would always be capitalized. That Day. The day he was supposed to be married. The beginning of Mr. And Mrs. Alexander L. Harris.
Instead Anya had left him. D’Hoffryn and Halfrek and all of Anya’s old friends had been there, and D’Hoffryn brought Anya a special gift, her power center. She didn’t even think twice, and poof, back to being a vengeance demon, back to the land of giving males boils in uncomfortable places and other forms of torture.
This was the first night back in his apartment in a week. At first he stayed with his girls. Willow who seemed to think fourteen dozen cookies would make it better, and Tara who mainly tried to smile. Buffy, who was still so confused about what had happened and angry that someone had hurt her friend that there wasn’t a demon left in town that hadn’t been threatened or pummeled. And his Dawnie, who stayed with him every moment she wasn’t in school and watched videos and gave Willow a run for her money in babble.
After two days he couldn’t stand it anymore. It was too much, too uncomfortable. He was being smothered in kindness when all he wanted was to be alone. He left a note, asking the girls to clean out his apartment. Get rid of everything but his personal stuff. The bed where they had made love, the couch where they cuddled, everything. Get rid of it and he’d get something else later. He then snuck out of the house mademade his way to where he knew he’d be understood.
Staying with Spike was just what he needed. Okay so he could have done with indoor plumbing, but Spike got it. He didn’t talk, didn’t tell Xander it would be okay, or that he’d get over it. They mostly sat, watched TV and got a little drunk.
Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday
Now he was back at home. The girls had one-upped what he expected. While there wasn’t much furniture there was a big recliner in front of the television and a new bed frame that was as beautiful as it was old. The craftsman in Xander admired the work on the wood even as he flopped down.
Willow had dug up all his old possessions. His treasures that he had kept from his crappy childhood, and decorated the bedroom with them. Books, posters, models that he had made. It all helped.
Helped him remember a time before Anya. A time before he knew what was out there in the dark. Simple times. When his dreams weren’t broken.
Xander wasn’t stupid. He knew he’d move on. Still all he could think of was how much he missed the woman he loved. He’d give up everything in the room, in the apartment, if she would just come back. He hated being alone, but he’d face it and survive. Who knows, maybe there was other fish in the sea? But for now, he was home.
Now it’s dark and I’m alone
But I won’t be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
Author: Amejisuto
Rating: NC17 for language and violence.
Pairings: ending X/A, beginning S/X
Spoilers: Up to Hell’s Bells, but some for the episodes after that, I’ve just changed history a bit.
Warnings: Umm, none that I can think of.
Summary: Instead of Xander leaving Anya, Anya leaves Xander at the alter. The rest of Season Six gets a little altered from there.
Email: amejisuto_kagetsu@yahoo.com
Distribute: The Batpack, Excessent, SxandV, and Bloodclaim.
Aves:ves: http://www.livejournal.com/users/amejisuto/
http://www.fanfiction.net/~amejisuto
http://www.livejournal.com/community/bloodclaim/
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/authors.php?no=17790
http://nummytreats.forsaken-faith.org/archive/viewuser.php?uid=106
Disclaimer: I hardly own this computer I’m writing on, much less the wonderful town of Sunnydale and all those within. Joss Whedon, UPN, WB and other people who aren’t me own Buffy and all of her friends.
Author’s Notes: This is three different songfics tI’veI’ve strung together to make a story. I’ve really changed the end of Season Six, but I don’t think anyone will mind. Thanks oodles to Kyrieane for the beta! You’re sweet!
Part One- In My Room
There’s a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room
Xander lay on the bed in his room. The past week had been hell for him, almost literally. He was supposed to be on his Honeymoon right now, with the woman he loved more than anything else busy living happily ever after. That was how things were supposed to be. Sure he had been nervous, almost terrified, but he hadn’t planned on backing out.
That all changed That Day. It would always be capitalized. That Day. The day he was supposed to be married. The beginning of Mr. And Mrs. Alexander L. Harris.
Instead Anya had left him. D’Hoffryn and Halfrek and all of Anya’s old friends had been there, and D’Hoffryn brought Anya a special gift, her power center. She didn’t even think twice, and poof, back to being a vengeance demon, back to the land of giving males boils in uncomfortable places and other forms of torture.
This was the first night back in his apartment in a week. At first he stayed with his girls. Willow who seemed to think fourteen dozen cookies would make it better, and Tara who mainly tried to smile. Buffy, who was still so confused about what had happened and angry that someone had hurt her friend that there wasn’t a demon left in town that hadn’t been threatened or pummeled. And his Dawnie, who stayed with him every moment she wasn’t in school and watched videos and gave Willow a run for her money in babble.
After two days he couldn’t stand it anymore. It was too much, too uncomfortable. He was being smothered in kindness when all he wanted was to be alone. He left a note, asking the girls to clean out his apartment. Get rid of everything but his personal stuff. The bed where they had made love, the couch where they cuddled, everything. Get rid of it and he’d get something else later. He then snuck out of the house mademade his way to where he knew he’d be understood.
Staying with Spike was just what he needed. Okay so he could have done with indoor plumbing, but Spike got it. He didn’t talk, didn’t tell Xander it would be okay, or that he’d get over it. They mostly sat, watched TV and got a little drunk.
Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday
Now he was back at home. The girls had one-upped what he expected. While there wasn’t much furniture there was a big recliner in front of the television and a new bed frame that was as beautiful as it was old. The craftsman in Xander admired the work on the wood even as he flopped down.
Willow had dug up all his old possessions. His treasures that he had kept from his crappy childhood, and decorated the bedroom with them. Books, posters, models that he had made. It all helped.
Helped him remember a time before Anya. A time before he knew what was out there in the dark. Simple times. When his dreams weren’t broken.
Xander wasn’t stupid. He knew he’d move on. Still all he could think of was how much he missed the woman he loved. He’d give up everything in the room, in the apartment, if she would just come back. He hated being alone, but he’d face it and survive. Who knows, maybe there was other fish in the sea? But for now, he was home.
Now it’s dark and I’m alone
But I won’t be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room