Here's my
whichwillow fic!
Title: Where Do You See Yourself In Five Years?
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (post-"Bargaining")
Characters/Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~2500
Summary: The ritual to raise Buffy called on Osiris, ancient god of resurrection and also the judge of the dead. Since that time, Willow keeps seeing a man in the corner of her eye; tall, dark and handsome with a goatee, and followed by a snake not unlike the one that materialized in the ritual...
Written for the Which Witch Ficathon and JayeMaru's prompt.
A man in the corner approached me for a match
I knew right away he was not ordinary
He said, "Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money," he said, "That ain't necessary…"
- Bob Dylan, "Isis"
( The first few times Willow saw him, she didn't really think about it. Not consciously. It wasn't like they never got odd looks when they held hands in public, she'd learned to turn that into armor, into pride. But this guy who kept turning up just in the corner of her eye wasn't looking at them, he's looking at her, and she had to look back. )
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Title: Where Do You See Yourself In Five Years?
Author: Beer Good (
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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (post-"Bargaining")
Characters/Pairing: Willow/Tara
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~2500
Summary: The ritual to raise Buffy called on Osiris, ancient god of resurrection and also the judge of the dead. Since that time, Willow keeps seeing a man in the corner of her eye; tall, dark and handsome with a goatee, and followed by a snake not unlike the one that materialized in the ritual...
Written for the Which Witch Ficathon and JayeMaru's prompt.
A man in the corner approached me for a match
I knew right away he was not ordinary
He said, "Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?"
I said, "I got no money," he said, "That ain't necessary…"
- Bob Dylan, "Isis"
( The first few times Willow saw him, she didn't really think about it. Not consciously. It wasn't like they never got odd looks when they held hands in public, she'd learned to turn that into armor, into pride. But this guy who kept turning up just in the corner of her eye wasn't looking at them, he's looking at her, and she had to look back. )