Part 2 of this week's drabbles for open_on_sunday, for the prompt "Stamp." Despite what I may have previously claimed about writing two drabbles this week, I'm beginning to suspect that it's an extremely well orchestrated subconscious attempt to avoid studying for my huge 8 hour exam at the end of this week. It's really a poor choice, since I'm convinced that I'm going to crash and burn spectacularly, mostly because I don't know physics. That's very much not the point, so here's the drabble.

Title: Postcards from Far Away
Characters: Oz
Pairing: Oz/Willow
Rating: PG
Summary: Oz never sends the letters he writes to her. Set between Wild at Heart and New Moon Rising.
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
A/N: Title is heartlessly stolen from a Coldplay song of the same name, off of the Prospekt's March EP, I believe.

( Postcards from Far Away )

My triumphant return to open_on_sunday drabbles (for the prompt "Stamp"), which I've been meaning to write, only not writing for quite a while. Months, really. I did two, which I'm posting seperately, so here's drabble the first. It's a Cordelia drabble, because, for whatever reason, I can't seem to write more than 100 words of Cordelia, even though I'm actually rather fond of her.

Title: Within the Lines
Characters: Cordelia, Harmony
Pairing: Cordelia/Xander mentioned, but mostly gen.
Rating: PG
Summary: Cordelia Chase didn't need to conform. Set during Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered.
Disclaimer: If I owned these characters, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about them.

( Within the Lines )

Two drabbles written for this week's open_on_sundayprompt: burn(s). Probably not my best work, because I wrote them fairly spontaneously and off the top of my head, mostly because I wanted to avoid doing my reading for class tomorrow. In my defence, Buffyverse is way more interesting than the Crimean War, anyway.

Title: Haunted
Characters: Angel, mention of Buffy
Pairing: Buffy/Angel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

( Haunted )

Title: Sunscreen
Characters: Oz, Willow
Pairing: Willow/Oz
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

( Sunscreen )

I've been nominated at the Willowy Goodness Awards! Thank you so much, to whoever nominated me! I'm really honoured that you took the time to nominate me!

I've been nominated, with the story, White Picket Fences, for the categories of Best New Willow Author, Best Willow/Oz Author, Best Willow/Oz Fic, and Best Fluff.

Voting starts February 1st, and nominations are open until then, so make sure to go check out all of the nominees, and to remember to vote for your favourites, come February!

Name: Seasonal
Pairing: Willow/Tara, Willow/Kennedy, Willow/Xander, Willow/Oz, but ultimately, Willow/Oz
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: I don't own anything under the cut, I swear.
Summary: Willow's been in four relationships in her life, one for each season.
Note: I'm counting "The Fluke" as a relationship, just to make things simpler. Also, I didn't make it all the way to S7, so my Kennedy might be a little iffy.
( Thinking of spring makes Willow think of Tara... )

My contribution for the winter_of_faith project. A little bit stressful, since I've never written Faith before, but it was fun.



( Dirge Without Music (No More Funerals) )

Name: White Picket Fences
Pairing: Willow/Oz
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,794
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this. Not even a little bit. It's all Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Willow's worried about graduating. Oz reassures her. Pointless fluff, set immediately after the episode Choices.

( Follow the link )

Inspired by two quotes from the movie Tangled, which made me think of Willow and Oz, for whatever reason.
Flynn Rider: You OK?
Rapunzel: I'm terrified.
F: Why?
R: I've been looking out a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what it might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it's not everything that I dreamed it would be?
F: It will be.
R: And what if it is? What do I do then?
F: Well that's the good part, I guess. You get to go find a new dream.

And, then, at the end of the movie. 
F:  You were my new dream.