FF: Sonfic Challenge

["The Fool" <honouredfool@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>]

I wrote this just now in response to a challenge by Kirayoshi (I think) a couple of days ago.


Title: Songfic-o-licious.

Disclaimer: Buffy, Willow and all BtVS paraphernalia belong to Mr. Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox and others (maybe.) The lyrics belong to REM, one of the greatest bands ever. The horrifying concept of "pickle-chicken" belongs, despite my disgust with the idea, to me.

Feedback: Yes please.

Authour's notes: This story makes a lot more sense if you've read my previous Songfic based on Sweet Child O' Mine which was posted sometime in June (insert shamelss self-promotion joke here.) That is all. Oh yeah, it's supposed to suck. You'll know what I'm talking about when you hit it.


At My Most Beautiful

I've found a way to make you

I've found a way

a way to make you smile


Joyce Summers awoke to the most pungent and disgusting odour ever discovered by humans. //Why does she have to make it in the morning? Its soooo disgusting// Grumbling she got out of bed and made her way down to the kitchen to join her daughter.

"Buffy, do you have to make that fist thing in the morning.?" She looked over her daughter's shoulder and instantly regretted it, catching a whiff of evil right in the face.

Buffy turned and smiled at her mom. "She really likes it in the morning though."

"All I'm saying is couldn't she crave something not so fragrant, like peanut butter and cucumber sandwiches?" Joyce poured herself a cup of coffee and stuck the mug right under her nose. //Finally a reasonable smell.// "I mean there's absolutely nothing as rank to wake up to as the smell of dill pickle salt frying in fish oil. Nothing."

"But she really, really likes it." Buffy smiled that stupid grin that everyone gets when they talk about the one person that truly completes them. "I'd fry strands of hair in molten rubber if that's what she wanted in the morning."

"And I'd disown you."

"Jerk."

"Buffy, don't call your Mom a jerk." Willow waddled into the kitchen scratching her head sleepily.

"Thank you Willow. Well girls, I'm going up to take a shower and wake up Giles while you eat," Joyce paused and looked down at Willow's breakfast and shuddered, "your breakfast." With that she turned and left the room.

"Hey babe?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still as beautiful as the first time."

"I love you Wills."

"Thanks for making me breakfast."


I read bad poetry

into your machine

I save your messages

just to hear your voice.

you always listen carefully

to awkward rhymes.

you always say your name.

like I wouldn't know it's you,

at your most beautiful.


5 years previous.

"This Willow, leave a message after the beep." BEEP.

"Hey, I wrote this in English for you. Ahem. 
The Day we met I always knew

I was the only one for you.

I waited long but now you see

That you're the only one for me.

I love you, see you later."


"You've reached Buffy, I'm not here right now so leave a message." BEEP

"Hey Buff, it's Willow, look I know you were going to go slaying with Faith tonight but I was wondering of you wanted to come over and watch a movie or something. You know, if you want to." 
{Press 7 to erase press 9 to save.}


I've found a way to make you

I've found a way

a way to make you smile


Two years previous.

"I know you think we should have a Wiccan ceremony but I remember all those times you told me how you wanted your wedding to be one of those big, fairy tale deals, with all the trimmings so I booked a church. I'll even let you wear a bigger dress." Willow watched with delight as her fiancé's eyes lit up.

"You really mean it? With a flower girl and everything?" Buffy pulled Willow down to the couch in a gleeful embrace, "I love you so much."


"Do you, Willow Rosenberg, take this woman, Elizabeth Summers, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"	
"I do."

"And do you Elizabeth take this woman, Willow Rosenberg, to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Then by the power invested in me by God and the state of California I now pronounce you married as hell. You may kiss the brides."


at my most beautiful

I count your eyelashes secretly.

with every one, whisper I love you.

I let you sleep.

I know your closed eye watching me,

listening.

I thought I saw a smile.


"Late at night, after you've gone patrolling I like to sit here and watch you sleep. I look into your beautiful face and count my blessings. I know you can't here me when I say it but sometimes I just sit here and tell you I love you over and over again."

//I can to here you. I just don't want you to know. It's one of my favourite parts of the day.//

"Did you just smile? You're awake aren't you? Buffy? Are you awake? Oh well, I love you."

//I love you too.//


I've found a way to make you

I've found a way

a way to make you smile







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