[identity profile] willowgreen.livejournal.com
My posting day is here, and yay! despite all obstacles I have something to post. Infinite thanks to the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] edenfalling, who read this for me at the last possible minute. She gives the best feedback! A few of the best jokes are hers, too — I'll let you try to figure out which ones.

Title: A Walk In the Woods
Author: Willowgreen
Rating: PG at worst
Length: 4400 words
Summary: Buffy needs new shoes, but Spike has dragged her out for a hike and a picnic instead. Can any possible good come of this?
Author's note: This is a sequel to my 2007 Seasonal Spuffy story A Cup of Kindness, although there's no need to read that one for this to make sense.
Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, although I love them almost as if they were.



A Walk In the Woods

“Spike and Buf-fy, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…”

“Shut up, Spike,” Buffy said. Once again she wriggled her shoulders, trying to move her backpack into a comfortable position. The pack wasn’t all that heavy, really, but the straps kept digging into her shoulders.

Now Spike was humming “This Land Is Your Land.” Buffy wondered if she shouldn’t have let him stick with the “sitting in a tree” rhyme.

There certainly were plenty of trees around . . . )
[identity profile] willowgreen.livejournal.com
Yay! My posting day is here and I actually finished my story on time! Many, many thanks to my lovely and amazing betas, [livejournal.com profile] missmurchison and [livejournal.com profile] edenfalling, as well as the kind friends who responded to the poll I posted when I was completely stuck for ideas.


TITLE: A Cup of Kindness
AUTHOR: Willowgreen
SUMMARY: It's seven months after the events of "Not Fade Away," and there's no such thing as a quiet New Year's Eve for Buffy Summers. When old acquaintance drops by, she has to decide — stay or go?
RATING: PG13, maybe? for a little bad language and an oblique suggestion of sexual arousal
DISCLAIMER: These characters aren't mine, I'm just playing with them.

It was eight-thirty p.m. on New Year’s Eve, and Buffy was taking down the Christmas tree. )
[identity profile] willowgreen.livejournal.com
Here's my final post for the day — various icons featuring Buffy and Spike with other characters and, just for fun, some Dawn and Willow icons too.


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more behind the cut )

As always, all are shareable; credit is appreciated; and comments make me happy. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] itmustbetuesday for doing this all over again. I may be having even more fun the second time around.

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Sunday, 2 April 2006 18:04
[identity profile] willowgreen.livejournal.com
Apologies: A Dialogue
By [livejournal.com profile] willowgreen

Summary: Buffy and Spike reconsider past wrongs. There’s a lot to talk about.
Setting: An alternate universe in which Buffy and Spike make some basic effort to communicate.
Spoilers: Miscellaneous, general in nature, through BtVS early Season 7.
Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I just like to borrow them.

Author’s note: This is pure wish-fulfillment. It fits into the Seasonal Spuffy “fairytales” theme in the sense that only in my wildest fantasies could Spike and Buffy ever have a conversation like this.

Many thanks to fabulous and speedy betas [livejournal.com profile] gotkona and [livejournal.com profile] edenfalling! Particular thanks to [livejournal.com profile] edenfalling for suggesting the prologue and helping make sense of Buffy's long speech toward the end. All errors, discontinuities, unconvincing character voices and twisted logic remain, of course, my own.


Prologue

Once upon a time, two enemy warriors fell in love.

These warriors were both proud and passionate. They were very good at fighting evil, saving the world, and having hot, hot sex. But there was one thing they were very bad at.

They couldn’t talk to each other.

Over the years, the warriors did each other grievous harm many times. )




Author’s afterword )
[identity profile] willowgreen.livejournal.com
Good morning! My posting day is finally here (although, to my disappointment, it's only 23 hours long). But I'll do my best to squeeze it all in.

I'll start with some Spike icons:



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more behind the cut )

ETA: Click on number 8 to see the animation. All are shareable; comment and credit appreciated.
[identity profile] willowgreen.livejournal.com
Last post, I promise: Just for fun, some animated Spuffy icons. Sorry about the verticality—I couldn't figure out how to get them to display crosswise without bumping into each other oddly.

Animated icons behind the cut )


And finally, two more Season 6 icons that I somehow forgot to post earlier today:

icons behind the cut )

That's it for me today. Thanks for reading, looking, and commenting. It's been fun!
[identity profile] willowgreen.livejournal.com
It's my day at last! Here's my first post — I have a bunch of icons, but I'm saving them for daylight.

Title: The Habit of Breathing
Author: Willowgreen
Rating: PG, max
Setting: Season 6, sometime after Older and Far Away.
Disclaimer: Theirs, not mine. No money changed hands and no bunnies were harmed in the writing of this fic.
Summary: Buffy's ambivalent — it must be Tuesday. Or Thursday. Or some other day of the week.
Comments: This is nominally a sequel to a very silly story I wrote some time ago, "The Rabbit Rescue Mission," but there's no need to read that one first. The only connecting element between the two is that Dawn now has a pet bunny. Feedback would be oh so welcome!




Buffy was in Spike’s crypt. In Spike’s bed. Holding Spike.

He was more or less asleep, and she was only half awake. His skin was cool to her touch, his breath cool against her neck. It should have been creepy.

Buffy remembered her mother saying that her attitude toward relationships had been twisted forever by seeing certain Woody Allen movies at an impressionable age. )

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