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175 fanfic: A real special person / 176 fanfic: Ice cream
Title: A real special person
Author: Mierke
Fandom & Disclaimer: Buffy's not mine, it's Joss Whedon's. I'm just borrowing his world and very thankful for the chance.
Pairing/Characters: Willow
Prompt: 175. Fire
Words: 301
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Timeline: Spoilers up until Faith, hope and trick (3.3), but set between the second and third season.
Willow sat cross-legged on her bed. She had read the books thoroughly and was pretty sure she should be able to do it. In front of her, innocently on her bedspread, lay a little cube of ice. She had decided to start with one tiny ice cube, thinking that that should be hard enough.
A little nervous she checked her book one last time. All she had to do was concentrate and mutter one lousy word. She had done the spell to give Angel his soul back, so why was she so nervous now? There was nothing to it!
"You can do it," she told herself sternly.
Another deep breath, then she started concentrating. Her whole being was focused on the little mass of ice in front of her. She let the rest of the world fall away. Then she whispered the spell, very softly, almost afraid of saying it out loud in case it didn't work.
Immediately she leaped away from the bed. Her bedspread was on fire! On fire! Fire! She grabbed a sweater and started swatting at the fire with it. It took her a while before she had put out the fire entirely and shakily she sat down on the bed again.
She took a couple of deep breaths and the panic subsided. Slowly a grin appeared on her face and she filled up with giddiness. She had done it! She had turned ice into fire! She could master the elements!
She did a victory dance around the room, a little sad that there was no one she could share this with, but excited nonetheless. She really was a witch. Maybe not a smart one, seeing as she had done this spell on her bed, but still. A witch. With real witchy powers. A real special person.
Title: Ice cream
Author: Mierke
Fandom & Disclaimer: Buffy's not mine, it's Joss Whedon's. I’m just borrowing his world and very thankful for the chance.
Pairing/Characters: Buffy
Prompt: 176. Free for all: Water
Words: 214
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Timeline: Set between the first and second season.
"Come on! Aren't you coming?"
Her father yelled at her from the pool, but Buffy didn't move an inch from where she was standing. Her feet had refused to go any further when they had reached the edge of the pool, and there was no way that she could get them to move. Her eyes couldn't even look at the pool; every time she caught a little glimpse of the reflection of the water, she felt The Master's hands on her and his fangs in her neck. She relived the terror of drowning, of knowing with absolute certainty that it was the end of her life. The feeling of utter defeat had shocked her so much that it hadn't gone away since.
The logical part of her told her that she'd survived. That she wasn't dead anymore, and besides, there was no Master here who could weaken her enough to let her drown. But the other part, the stronger part, kept her firmly with both feet on dry ground. That part screamed at her to run for her life, that water was bad and that she should do everything in her power to stay away from it.
"I... I'd like to get an ice cream," she said weakly, and walked away from the water.
Author: Mierke
Fandom & Disclaimer: Buffy's not mine, it's Joss Whedon's. I'm just borrowing his world and very thankful for the chance.
Pairing/Characters: Willow
Prompt: 175. Fire
Words: 301
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Timeline: Spoilers up until Faith, hope and trick (3.3), but set between the second and third season.
Willow sat cross-legged on her bed. She had read the books thoroughly and was pretty sure she should be able to do it. In front of her, innocently on her bedspread, lay a little cube of ice. She had decided to start with one tiny ice cube, thinking that that should be hard enough.
A little nervous she checked her book one last time. All she had to do was concentrate and mutter one lousy word. She had done the spell to give Angel his soul back, so why was she so nervous now? There was nothing to it!
"You can do it," she told herself sternly.
Another deep breath, then she started concentrating. Her whole being was focused on the little mass of ice in front of her. She let the rest of the world fall away. Then she whispered the spell, very softly, almost afraid of saying it out loud in case it didn't work.
Immediately she leaped away from the bed. Her bedspread was on fire! On fire! Fire! She grabbed a sweater and started swatting at the fire with it. It took her a while before she had put out the fire entirely and shakily she sat down on the bed again.
She took a couple of deep breaths and the panic subsided. Slowly a grin appeared on her face and she filled up with giddiness. She had done it! She had turned ice into fire! She could master the elements!
She did a victory dance around the room, a little sad that there was no one she could share this with, but excited nonetheless. She really was a witch. Maybe not a smart one, seeing as she had done this spell on her bed, but still. A witch. With real witchy powers. A real special person.
Title: Ice cream
Author: Mierke
Fandom & Disclaimer: Buffy's not mine, it's Joss Whedon's. I’m just borrowing his world and very thankful for the chance.
Pairing/Characters: Buffy
Prompt: 176. Free for all: Water
Words: 214
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Timeline: Set between the first and second season.
"Come on! Aren't you coming?"
Her father yelled at her from the pool, but Buffy didn't move an inch from where she was standing. Her feet had refused to go any further when they had reached the edge of the pool, and there was no way that she could get them to move. Her eyes couldn't even look at the pool; every time she caught a little glimpse of the reflection of the water, she felt The Master's hands on her and his fangs in her neck. She relived the terror of drowning, of knowing with absolute certainty that it was the end of her life. The feeling of utter defeat had shocked her so much that it hadn't gone away since.
The logical part of her told her that she'd survived. That she wasn't dead anymore, and besides, there was no Master here who could weaken her enough to let her drown. But the other part, the stronger part, kept her firmly with both feet on dry ground. That part screamed at her to run for her life, that water was bad and that she should do everything in her power to stay away from it.
"I... I'd like to get an ice cream," she said weakly, and walked away from the water.
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Buffy flashing back to the trauma of being dead makes perfect sense, and it rings true because this is something that she struggles with through canon. How can you not shut down emotionally when faced with so much trauma?
Nice job on both of these.
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(Sorry for replying so late; I've been without computer for a couple of weeks)
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(Sorry for replying so late; I've been without computer for a couple of weeks)
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Poor Buffy has been through so much, hasn't she? :(
(Sorry for replying so late; I've been without computer for a couple of weeks)