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Folktales (Be Careful What You Wish For) - A Night Out - Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Title: A Night Out
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Cordelia Chase/Willow Rosenberg (wishverse)
Rating: Teen
Prompt: Folktales Tropes - Be Careful What You Wish For
Word Count: 400
Warning: Character Death
Summary: After Cordelia makes a wish that Buffy had never come to Sunnydale, the town and lives are changed.
Vampires were everywhere. They'd overrun her town so much so that Cordelia couldn't go out past sunset (and as everyone knows, not being able to go out past sunset meant not being able to go out at all). She might as well have been Willow Rosenberg, a girl who spent all of her daylight hours in the library and then went home to put on a frilly nightgown with buttons all the way up to her neck- no way a vampire or anything else was getting past that. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Rosenberg in a while. The mousy little thing was probably too scared to go out, even to school.
The heck with that, Cordelia thought to herself. She wasn't going to be stuck in her house out of fear, no way. It was Friday night, a perfect time to go dancing. Cordelia dug through her closet for a black, form-fitting outfit that made her look fierce, then stood back and surveyed herself in the mirror. A tube of blood-red lipstick provided the finishing touch. Nobody was going to mess with her like this. She looked and felt ready to kick ass. She headed off to the Bronze.
The first person she saw going through the door to the Bronze was Willow Rosenberg. Cordelia thought she might be dreaming. Gone was the little wallflower and in her place was a ravishing redhead clad in leather. Cordelia blinked as if trying to reset the scene to something that would actually compute. Nope. Dominatrix Willow was still there and she was moving closer.
“I hope you realize that shifting your image isn't going to make you cool,” Cordelia said.
Willow smiled at her. On anyone else, Cordelia would peg it as a seductive smile. On Willow, it was just bizarre. Willow leaned forward, drifting her fingers over Cordelia's bare arm, and whispered, “Come play with me.”
Cordelia looked into Willow's eyes and was caught. There was something about this Willow that was mesmerizing. Cordelia felt herself swaying toward the redhead, joining into an intricate dance as she followed Willow into the middle of the club floor. She'd danced with women before, often to turn heads, but this was different. She wanted this. She wanted to feel Willow's surprisingly lithe body against her own, to feel Willow's lips against her neck, to feel Willow's teeth- fangs-
Oh, no.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Cordelia Chase/Willow Rosenberg (wishverse)
Rating: Teen
Prompt: Folktales Tropes - Be Careful What You Wish For
Word Count: 400
Warning: Character Death
Summary: After Cordelia makes a wish that Buffy had never come to Sunnydale, the town and lives are changed.
Vampires were everywhere. They'd overrun her town so much so that Cordelia couldn't go out past sunset (and as everyone knows, not being able to go out past sunset meant not being able to go out at all). She might as well have been Willow Rosenberg, a girl who spent all of her daylight hours in the library and then went home to put on a frilly nightgown with buttons all the way up to her neck- no way a vampire or anything else was getting past that. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Rosenberg in a while. The mousy little thing was probably too scared to go out, even to school.
The heck with that, Cordelia thought to herself. She wasn't going to be stuck in her house out of fear, no way. It was Friday night, a perfect time to go dancing. Cordelia dug through her closet for a black, form-fitting outfit that made her look fierce, then stood back and surveyed herself in the mirror. A tube of blood-red lipstick provided the finishing touch. Nobody was going to mess with her like this. She looked and felt ready to kick ass. She headed off to the Bronze.
The first person she saw going through the door to the Bronze was Willow Rosenberg. Cordelia thought she might be dreaming. Gone was the little wallflower and in her place was a ravishing redhead clad in leather. Cordelia blinked as if trying to reset the scene to something that would actually compute. Nope. Dominatrix Willow was still there and she was moving closer.
“I hope you realize that shifting your image isn't going to make you cool,” Cordelia said.
Willow smiled at her. On anyone else, Cordelia would peg it as a seductive smile. On Willow, it was just bizarre. Willow leaned forward, drifting her fingers over Cordelia's bare arm, and whispered, “Come play with me.”
Cordelia looked into Willow's eyes and was caught. There was something about this Willow that was mesmerizing. Cordelia felt herself swaying toward the redhead, joining into an intricate dance as she followed Willow into the middle of the club floor. She'd danced with women before, often to turn heads, but this was different. She wanted this. She wanted to feel Willow's surprisingly lithe body against her own, to feel Willow's lips against her neck, to feel Willow's teeth- fangs-
Oh, no.