FIC: The Witch's Storm (Prologue/???)
Title: The Witch's Storm
Fandom: Angelverse
Characters: Winifred Burkle, Willow Rosenberg, the rest of Team Angel (my focus is the first two, but the others play their roles as well)
Summary: After the destruction of Sunnydale, Willow joins Team Angel as they take over Wolfram & Hart's L.A. firm. But for what purpose?
Rating: PG-13 (this may go up; I haven't finished writing it yet and I am predicting sexy-times)
Warnings: none for this prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Buffyverse-related, nor do I own Florence + The Machine (but don't you wish you could?).
Distribution: My journal only (for now anyway).
Word Count: 241 (will go up, obviously)
Author's Note: Alright, so lemme talk at you a bit. First off, this is for the Which Witch Ficathon. My prompt was my first choice (yay!) which was to insert Willow into Team Angel's ownership of Wolfram & Hart. I had trouble conceptualizing the story that I could spin with Willow, so I got started on the fic rather late, and now that I'm in school, I'll have some trouble finishing it in a timely fashion. For now, accept this little bit I wrote the day I got my e-mail. I'm sure Willow/Fred shippers will enjoy. :) I'm gonna work on this fic as much as I can in the next couple of weeks, so keep an eye out!
Demon karaoke bars weren’t so bad. At least when they had protection spells up, you could live without fear. Human karaoke bars, though… creeper’s paradise. Filth-ridden hole in the wall with very few patrons, a bartender whose carefully handled muscles are covered in tattoos, and the vomit-inducing odor of booze and cigarettes.
This isn’t my scene. Why am I the one doing this when anyone else is more suited?
Right. Because we’re in charge of the universe’s most evil law firm ever. Angel’s more committed than ever to fixing the place up, which means everyone’s on active duty. Wes is hitting the books harder than ever, Gunn is spending more time in a courtroom than I think he ever envisioned himself, Lorne is balancing the accounts of Hollywood’s finest.
And then there was Spike.
Crap, you’re distracting yourself again, Fred! Stay focused. Knox is observing the specimen over-night, he’s to report to you first thing in the morning. Right now, you’re looking for-
“Next up, we have a newcomer, folks! Red Riding Hood, she calls herself, and by special request, she’ll be singing Florence and the Machine’s ‘Howl’! Give it up for Red Riding Hood!”
Fiery red hair with a fiery red outfit to match. She commands the mostly empty room with her presence, a mystical quality to everything she does. And the eyes… the eyes of a grown woman.
Willow Rosenberg.
Can I call her the Wicked Witch of L.A.?
Fandom: Angelverse
Characters: Winifred Burkle, Willow Rosenberg, the rest of Team Angel (my focus is the first two, but the others play their roles as well)
Summary: After the destruction of Sunnydale, Willow joins Team Angel as they take over Wolfram & Hart's L.A. firm. But for what purpose?
Rating: PG-13 (this may go up; I haven't finished writing it yet and I am predicting sexy-times)
Warnings: none for this prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Buffyverse-related, nor do I own Florence + The Machine (but don't you wish you could?).
Distribution: My journal only (for now anyway).
Word Count: 241 (will go up, obviously)
Author's Note: Alright, so lemme talk at you a bit. First off, this is for the Which Witch Ficathon. My prompt was my first choice (yay!) which was to insert Willow into Team Angel's ownership of Wolfram & Hart. I had trouble conceptualizing the story that I could spin with Willow, so I got started on the fic rather late, and now that I'm in school, I'll have some trouble finishing it in a timely fashion. For now, accept this little bit I wrote the day I got my e-mail. I'm sure Willow/Fred shippers will enjoy. :) I'm gonna work on this fic as much as I can in the next couple of weeks, so keep an eye out!
Demon karaoke bars weren’t so bad. At least when they had protection spells up, you could live without fear. Human karaoke bars, though… creeper’s paradise. Filth-ridden hole in the wall with very few patrons, a bartender whose carefully handled muscles are covered in tattoos, and the vomit-inducing odor of booze and cigarettes.
This isn’t my scene. Why am I the one doing this when anyone else is more suited?
Right. Because we’re in charge of the universe’s most evil law firm ever. Angel’s more committed than ever to fixing the place up, which means everyone’s on active duty. Wes is hitting the books harder than ever, Gunn is spending more time in a courtroom than I think he ever envisioned himself, Lorne is balancing the accounts of Hollywood’s finest.
And then there was Spike.
Crap, you’re distracting yourself again, Fred! Stay focused. Knox is observing the specimen over-night, he’s to report to you first thing in the morning. Right now, you’re looking for-
“Next up, we have a newcomer, folks! Red Riding Hood, she calls herself, and by special request, she’ll be singing Florence and the Machine’s ‘Howl’! Give it up for Red Riding Hood!”
Fiery red hair with a fiery red outfit to match. She commands the mostly empty room with her presence, a mystical quality to everything she does. And the eyes… the eyes of a grown woman.
Willow Rosenberg.
Can I call her the Wicked Witch of L.A.?