The door to his apartment creaked when Frank pushed it open, it needed oil again and he groaned when he stepped inside. He'll get to it, eventually.
The place was quiet and it smelled like Willow. Sage, something floral he didn't know the name of. She had been there a while.
Then he saw her--curled up on the couch like she owned the damn place. Neon lights pooling around her fingertips, unintentional. She was always bleeding brightness, even when she was not trying and it made him exhale through his nose a bit, almost a chuckle.
"Hey", his grave voice finally filled the space. He left some bags at the door, but didn't bother to step in any further. He watched her from the door frame.
@frankc-astle
She played with the trailing neon in her fingers, lying on the couch with her legs swung over the back. When the door creaked open, she sat up, turning and placing her feet properly on the floor.
"Hey, Handsome. Do you need help with the bags?" She smiles softly. She could hear the grave tone in his voice, her skin crawling with a little bit of worry. For now, she didn't acknowledge it.
Orpheus aired for ATS season 4, episode 15. Fred awkwardly flirts with Willow but Willow does not flirt back, mentioning she is dating someone back in Sunnydale [Kennedy].
This episode includes the last ATS appearances by Willow and Faith. This is the third ATS appearance by Willow, her others are in S2. This concludes Faith's three-episode ATS "redemption arc", her other appearances are in S1 and S2. Faith appears in six total episodes of ATS.
Willow is played by Alyson Hannigan. Wesley is played by Alexis Denisof. At the time of filming, Alyson was engaged to now-husband Alexis.
The shooter in the 1970s mind walk diner scene was played by Nate Dushku, who is Eliza Dushku's brother. This is Nate's only appearance in the Buffyverse.
Request: I can’t find your actual request but an overview of what’s written is: A soft growing relationship between Fred and Willow, after the end of Buffy and set sometime during Angel. No real spoilers apart from why Willow relocated from Sunnydale.
Requested by: @random-woooo - Hope this is okay, love. Sorry about the wait 💖🖤
Warning: Probably the smallest implied sex reference ever. Almost painfully soft lol
When Willow arrived in LA, she wasn’t looking for love. But, I suppose that’s exactly when it catches up with you right? When you least expect it.
There she was in the city of Angels, thinking it was just a typical Saturday. Boy, was she wrong. She was at a flea market over on the opposite side of the city from her hotel.
She was staying in a hotel for now, but she was seriously considering staying here. Something about the city was calling to her. Willing her to stay. She just didn’t realise why until a month from this very day in fact.
Ever since the final battle of Sunnydale, she had been more in tune with the spirits. The powers. She guessed it was some destined prophecy. It was destiny, but not in the way she expected.
As she was reaching for an antique crystal ball that had an ornate stand, another hand moved in at the same time. Both pulled away, leaving the crystal ball dropping with a crunch back on the table.
“Oh, sorry! I’m like that s-such a clutz!” the slender woman joked. She moved a strand of her hair back behind her ear as she looked down.
“Don’t worry honey, it was half my fault” Willow smiled, starting to get her purse out to pay the man who they had just broken his merchandise.
“Oh no, I couldn’t let you do that! I, um, I have-” she took out ten dollars and offered it to the man who started to tell her that
“Not enough, ladies”
“Twenty?” Willow asked, offering more but he still shook his head, leering at them both.
“Forget” Willow muttered to the man before turning back to the sweet woman. She was surprised when he told them to buy something from the stall or leave. She turned away and looked back twice a little confused but Willow joined her.
“I’m so sorry, I was real excited and-”
“Hey, don’t worry, how about you take me for a drink to, y’know make up for it. U-unless, well, you don’t drink or you don’t like-” It was Willow’s turn to be nervous. She wasn’t really used to just trying to pick women up on the street and if she was honest she wasn’t entirely sure if she was doing this right.
“Oh! Oh, um, yeah, well I-I’d really like that” Fred smiled, she had been surprised at the question and even more surprised
She hadn’t really dated women. I mean, as an adult. She had kissed a girl in college, once. But never really acted on anything since then. I mean, she was stuck by herself in Pylea for years. There wasn’t any chance to express an opinion let alone her sexuality.
She had never discussed it with anyone and she kept it to herself. She didn’t tell her friends at work she just carried about her day. They had decided to meet for that drink in a couple of days time.
But the powers had other ideas for Fred that day. There was going to be someone new joining them for a while at Wolfram and Hart, someone that Angel used to work with. They all waited in a meeting room for their new arrival.
Willow walked in and Fred gasped.
She hadn’t really told anyone about the woman she had met, even less about the fact that she was interested in women. She wasn’t embarrassed or anything like that, she was just not one for a big announcement.
Willow saw her face in the crowd instantly and smiled warmly. The meeting could start now Willow had arrived and Fred was hanging on every word, every drop of knowledge she could soak up both from and about the redheaded woman. She had such intelligence paired with such modesty. Fred found herself not able to look anywhere else.
That was, until Angel asked her to explain a complex theory she had developed about a portal that was sucking people into hell dimensions (which appeared seemingly at random to begin with). Fred was still staring until Wesley cleared his throat. She jumped and started talking a mile a minute, her hands gesturing so that she was punctuating every word.
She didn’t realise but Willow was watching her with the same reverence she had afforded her only a moment ago. The not-so-subtle glances weren’t lost on the people around them who were now their biggest supporters.
After the meeting, as Fred stood at the back of the room, Willow made her way to her instantly.
“I, uh, didn’t realise you were such a powerful Wicca” Fred complimented her.
“I didn’t realise you had such a brilliant mind” Willow replied sweetly, her eyes scanning Fred’s face. She had adored hearing her speak about such complex theories. A mind that rivalled, or more fit perfectly with her own. Willow was willing her interest to continue despite what she now knew about her. Some became intimidated by her reputation now, she found. This woman before her had such promise and Willow had so much love to give after everything. She willed her to feel the same promise she did.
“Aw, no” She waved away Willow’s compliment, “I would love to pick your brains over the Pergamum codex.”
“It’s a date” Willow confirmed softly again. She could tell, with Fred’s eyes wondering around the room that she was a little nervous about this.
But still, Fred smiled, her nose scrunching slightly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before turning around and slightly awkwardly nodding and walking away. She was shy at how much hope she put into this. How deeply she read into Willow’s words. She hadn’t let herself open her heart since she returned from Pylea. She had been trying her best to cope on her own, but the thought of accepting someone in this way made her vibrate with contradictory feelings.
Willow watched her leave and Cordelia put two thumbs up after shamelessly eavesdropping on their conversation. The redhead just nodded a bit bemused at how different Cordelia was since high school.
Their evening came. The date that would begin it all. Something they hoped but would never say out loud. They tried to take it slowly, but they got on so well. They met at a bar, the atmosphere one of comfort and possibility.
They spent the entire night just talking. Laughing. Even crying at one moment in the early morning as the dawn light began to filter through. They had never met a heart that beat in time with their own. A soul that both cried out and listened in the way they needed.
The night ended, with Willow and Fred walking together through the streets. Still gushing to each other. It was Fred’s turning to her place and she stopped to explain this.
Their goodbye was never going to be final. Both knew their lives were now meeting towards the same path. An adventure that awaited them. They smiled, hushed farewells exchanged.
A strand of Fred’s hair moved to hide her face partly. This time, Willow reached out and tucked a strand of Fred’s hair behind her ear for her. Leaving her skin tinged pink at the proximity.
It was months later and the pair were fast in love. They both knew that life was too short for them to shy away from such affection. They had moved in together. Some believed it may be too fast but they knew otherwise. They knew each other’s hearts. They had learned to trust again. Learned to love.
There was no doubt in either of their minds that the other was their person. It was a soft love, sensual and kind. It was a breath of fresh air for both. After all they had been through. Knowing that it had to happen, to wish to embrace each other this way.
It was a lazy Sunday morning. The light filtered through, golden and hazy.
The room was warm, the air around the room smelling of sex and the promise of a warming summer’s day. Such promise that their love propelled.
Will caught Fred’s lips in a soft kiss after she crawled back up the bed to lie beside her love. They nuzzled against each other in bed softly before each rolled onto their backs.
There was only a thin, crisp sheet separating their bodies from the cool room. Their hands entwined as they stared at the ceiling, their chests heaving. Smiles on their faces as flushes skin brushed against flushed skin.
They basked in the glow of their intimacy for a moment. Before Willow rolled back and stared adoringly. They started to whisper, soft thoughts. Shared affections.
Before Fred’s brow furrowed slightly. She was deep in her thoughts once more despite her current bliss. She tried to smile despite herself but Willow’s hand was on her soothingly. Her skin warming with her words.
She alluded to Pylea, to where she had been trapped for much too long. Fred insisted she didn’t mind it, it led to her being with Willow. But Willow insisted it was important for her to speak about it and not play it down. That she was here to listen to everything, the good memories and those that may be harder to
Fred spoke slowly, dancing around the darkest days that even she was not ready to think on. She whispered softly of
Willow’s mind and heart ached for her love, feeling it as intimately as she spoke of it.
“Aw, baby, you have the sweetest heart in town” Fred’s face lit up with her smile and Willow glowed with the compliment. She shook her head, about to protest. She loved her girlfriend, of course she would be there for her.
But Fred hushed her with further soft kisses. Each brush of her lips a tender sonnet of her unending affection. She wished not to dwell anymore. She knew Willow would always be there.
Neither thought their hearts would find a love like this again. Their souls united in such beautiful matrimony. Their love was such a sweet love, sensual and kind. Their hearts belonged to each other before they had met that day, their names etched deeper and deeper as time went on.
Soft skin on soft skin. Their love burned bright. Sleepy kisses and hands running over their lovers naked bodies. This was theirs, for always.
A love that could never be taken nor torn. Quelled by any insecurity or troubled past. Their hearts were sweet, for each other.
i love that it’s a canon thing that willow thought fred was cute. i love that. it would’ve been everyone’s favorite crossover-adjacent femslash crackship even WITHOUT the canon confirmation that when they’re placed in a room together, willow and fred can’t NOT flirt.
