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snoggedTitle: If Bullets Had Butterfly Wings
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I do not. Please don't sue.
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13; sexual references, angst
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Word Count: 809
Summary: What if things had happened differently during Season 6 "Seeing Red?"
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Author’s Note: Written as a pinch hit for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash_minis Round 108: Tara. brutti_ma_buoni requested Willow/Tara, an AU future where “Seeing Red” didn’t happen or Tara didn’t die, Slayerettes, and sounds from a distance. She did not want Tara death and she did not want 100% fluff. This ended up not quite being in the future, but I hope you like it anyways.
Willow is trying to be the good girl, the non-magic girl, the girl that she knows Tara wants her to be.
Ask her what for and she'll tell you: It's for the kisses that make her shiver, for the caresses that make her tremble….
For the moments that drive her mad….
The moments when Tara is tucked between her thighs, suckling and licking at the source of her essence, her true power.
When the first gunshot goes off, she hears the sounds in the distance. Xander, Buffy. Something's happened on the lawn, but their voices blur and she can't decipher the language of her friends. She assumes one of them will come into the house soon, alert them to the evil. But no one comes.
Tara turns towards the window first and Willow can see her hands shaking.
"There's someone else down there…someone near the bushes…and Xander. Xander has Buffy. She's okay."
Willow freezes, her eyes widening, her mind accelerating towards crisis management mode. Something's not right here and she's thinking it goes beyond what counts for normal on the hellmouth. "What?"
Tara turns back to look at Willow, but Willow's attention is drawn to the window where she sees the shadow of a gun in the grass. She mutters an incantation and all her senses are heightened. She can hear the deadly whistle of the sound barrier breaking. She can feel the tension pressing against her skin. She can see the second bullet arcing towards the glass.
Time seems to slow as the small metal casing shatters glass, pulverizes plaster. She closes her eyes and sees a vision from the Powers that Be would absolutely not be okay. She sees red, red on blue, and feels her heart burst into dust and ashes. Everything inside of her tightens in panic and she knows she has to break the rules this time. She has to be the magic girl. She can't be the girl for Tara if Tara is not here to be the girl for her.
Willow reaches inside of herself, latches onto the witch that makes her more than human, that makes her more than a superhero, more than a Slayerette. She knows that it's dangerous to play in the dark, but Tara is her candle, her light, and she's not afraid. Not like last time. A bullet is not a God. It is not Glory. It is not going to mess with her girlfriend's brain.
A bullet is human-made, it's destructible. All she needs to do is use her mental energy to grasp hold of the bullet, to slow it down, to change its trajectory, to change a reality that's worse than a world filled with shrimp.
Tara watches, fear and relief flashing across her face, each emotion taking only a millisecond to register in the creases of her soft features.
"W-Willow…."
Willow sucks in a breath and releases the bullet; it falls with a soft thump on the carpet. She sends out another shot of energy and the bullet poofs into nothing. No one will be harmed by it, no damage will be done. Except for the plaster, but Xander can fix that because that's what he does.
He's construction guy, Mr. Fix-It-Guy.
Willow returns her gaze to Tara, no longer wanting to dwell inside her babbling thoughts. She raises her hands in supplication and exhales softly.
"I know you said no magic, but I had to do it, sweetie. I can't lose you. If you'd seen what I had seen, you would know why I did it. Why I had to do it…. Why I'm…."
Tara doesn't hesitate to embrace her and Willow lets the rest of the words die on her lips. She leans in, resting her head on Tara's shoulders, rubbing her cheek against the soft fabric of Tara's blue sweater. Willow's favorite blue sweater. The one Tara saw in the window at the mall six months ago. Willow hadn't been able to resist stepping into the store immediately and buying it for her girl.
She loves the way the fabric accentuates the curve of her plump breasts, the small swell of her stomach (Tara lets her call it a muffin top. She giggles when Willow's teeth scrape against her skin and she whispers that nibbling on Tara muffins is part of a balanced breakfast.)
"Remember what I said, I-I mean before when it was yesterday," Tara replies, her hands sliding down Willow's back to caress her rear. Willow lifts her head, pressing her lips to Tara's cheek. "About knowing if we're the same people we always were, a-about fitting into each other's lives?"
"Yes," Willow says.
"G-good. Then you know I'm not lost, n-not losing you. So that means you can start kissing me now."
Willow smiles and obliges because the kissing girl is definitely something she knows how to be.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series. I do not. Please don't sue.
Rating: FRT-13/PG-13; sexual references, angst
Pairing: Willow/Tara
Word Count: 809
Summary: What if things had happened differently during Season 6 "Seeing Red?"
Beta Crew: The lovable and amazing
velvetwhip. All other mistakes are mine.Author’s Note: Written as a pinch hit for
femslash_minis Round 108: Tara. brutti_ma_buoni requested Willow/Tara, an AU future where “Seeing Red” didn’t happen or Tara didn’t die, Slayerettes, and sounds from a distance. She did not want Tara death and she did not want 100% fluff. This ended up not quite being in the future, but I hope you like it anyways.Willow is trying to be the good girl, the non-magic girl, the girl that she knows Tara wants her to be.
Ask her what for and she'll tell you: It's for the kisses that make her shiver, for the caresses that make her tremble….
For the moments that drive her mad….
The moments when Tara is tucked between her thighs, suckling and licking at the source of her essence, her true power.
When the first gunshot goes off, she hears the sounds in the distance. Xander, Buffy. Something's happened on the lawn, but their voices blur and she can't decipher the language of her friends. She assumes one of them will come into the house soon, alert them to the evil. But no one comes.
Tara turns towards the window first and Willow can see her hands shaking.
"There's someone else down there…someone near the bushes…and Xander. Xander has Buffy. She's okay."
Willow freezes, her eyes widening, her mind accelerating towards crisis management mode. Something's not right here and she's thinking it goes beyond what counts for normal on the hellmouth. "What?"
Tara turns back to look at Willow, but Willow's attention is drawn to the window where she sees the shadow of a gun in the grass. She mutters an incantation and all her senses are heightened. She can hear the deadly whistle of the sound barrier breaking. She can feel the tension pressing against her skin. She can see the second bullet arcing towards the glass.
Time seems to slow as the small metal casing shatters glass, pulverizes plaster. She closes her eyes and sees a vision from the Powers that Be would absolutely not be okay. She sees red, red on blue, and feels her heart burst into dust and ashes. Everything inside of her tightens in panic and she knows she has to break the rules this time. She has to be the magic girl. She can't be the girl for Tara if Tara is not here to be the girl for her.
Willow reaches inside of herself, latches onto the witch that makes her more than human, that makes her more than a superhero, more than a Slayerette. She knows that it's dangerous to play in the dark, but Tara is her candle, her light, and she's not afraid. Not like last time. A bullet is not a God. It is not Glory. It is not going to mess with her girlfriend's brain.
A bullet is human-made, it's destructible. All she needs to do is use her mental energy to grasp hold of the bullet, to slow it down, to change its trajectory, to change a reality that's worse than a world filled with shrimp.
Tara watches, fear and relief flashing across her face, each emotion taking only a millisecond to register in the creases of her soft features.
"W-Willow…."
Willow sucks in a breath and releases the bullet; it falls with a soft thump on the carpet. She sends out another shot of energy and the bullet poofs into nothing. No one will be harmed by it, no damage will be done. Except for the plaster, but Xander can fix that because that's what he does.
He's construction guy, Mr. Fix-It-Guy.
Willow returns her gaze to Tara, no longer wanting to dwell inside her babbling thoughts. She raises her hands in supplication and exhales softly.
"I know you said no magic, but I had to do it, sweetie. I can't lose you. If you'd seen what I had seen, you would know why I did it. Why I had to do it…. Why I'm…."
Tara doesn't hesitate to embrace her and Willow lets the rest of the words die on her lips. She leans in, resting her head on Tara's shoulders, rubbing her cheek against the soft fabric of Tara's blue sweater. Willow's favorite blue sweater. The one Tara saw in the window at the mall six months ago. Willow hadn't been able to resist stepping into the store immediately and buying it for her girl.
She loves the way the fabric accentuates the curve of her plump breasts, the small swell of her stomach (Tara lets her call it a muffin top. She giggles when Willow's teeth scrape against her skin and she whispers that nibbling on Tara muffins is part of a balanced breakfast.)
"Remember what I said, I-I mean before when it was yesterday," Tara replies, her hands sliding down Willow's back to caress her rear. Willow lifts her head, pressing her lips to Tara's cheek. "About knowing if we're the same people we always were, a-about fitting into each other's lives?"
"Yes," Willow says.
"G-good. Then you know I'm not lost, n-not losing you. So that means you can start kissing me now."
Willow smiles and obliges because the kissing girl is definitely something she knows how to be.
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