For the first time in more than five years, I've written something set in the Buffyverse!
And what did my muse finally spur me to write? A sequel to a drabble about Illyria that I wrote fifteen years ago. Huh. My muse is weird, sometimes.
Anyway, I'm delighted to have some new Buffyverse fic to share with the world! This is short and nostalgic and shmoopy.
I tend to write long stories when I don't write drabbles. In writing this work, I was making a real effort to resist that tendency. This is a brief glimpse into a possible future that clearly has a long and complicated history. (Well, future? It's 2019 now. The future is now.)
If you'd like to read the story, you may do so here or at AO3. Comments are welcome in either location!
Title: Thanksgiving with the Burkles, 2019 (AO3 link)
sequel to: Thanksgiving with the Burkles, 2004 (AO3 link)
Rating: General Audiences
Characters/pairings: Ensemble; background pairings
Summary:
Illyria's choice to deceive Fred's parents never ceased to fascinate me.
In 2004, I imagined that several months after Not Fade Away, Illyria joined the Burkles for Thanksgiving dinner. (See part 1 of this series, a drabble.)
In 2019, I wondered what it might look like if s/he had done so every year for fifteen years.
(These days, Fred lives on a ranch in Nevada with some friends and colleagues, and her parents travel to visit her. There have been a lot of changes in fifteen years. Roll with it.)
Notes: Thanks to
yourlibrarian for beta-reading!
Thanksgiving with the Burkles, 2019
November 28, 2019 (American Thanksgiving)
A ranch in Nevada.
Faith careened into the kitchen, bringing with her the smell of sweaty horse. "Where's Illyria? Roger and Trish are here."
Willow looked up from the pie crust she was cutting. She absently brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, leaving a smear of flour on her forehead. "I think he's playing Mario Kart in the rec room with Spike and Sabrina."
"Got it." Faith departed as quickly as she'd arrived.
Kennedy smirked and licked her thumb, and used it to clean the flour from Willow's face. "Another year of lying to the parents?"
Willow wrinkled her nose. "It's a holiday tradition." ( Read more... )
And what did my muse finally spur me to write? A sequel to a drabble about Illyria that I wrote fifteen years ago. Huh. My muse is weird, sometimes.
Anyway, I'm delighted to have some new Buffyverse fic to share with the world! This is short and nostalgic and shmoopy.
I tend to write long stories when I don't write drabbles. In writing this work, I was making a real effort to resist that tendency. This is a brief glimpse into a possible future that clearly has a long and complicated history. (Well, future? It's 2019 now. The future is now.)
If you'd like to read the story, you may do so here or at AO3. Comments are welcome in either location!
Title: Thanksgiving with the Burkles, 2019 (AO3 link)
sequel to: Thanksgiving with the Burkles, 2004 (AO3 link)
Rating: General Audiences
Characters/pairings: Ensemble; background pairings
Summary:
Illyria's choice to deceive Fred's parents never ceased to fascinate me.
In 2004, I imagined that several months after Not Fade Away, Illyria joined the Burkles for Thanksgiving dinner. (See part 1 of this series, a drabble.)
In 2019, I wondered what it might look like if s/he had done so every year for fifteen years.
(These days, Fred lives on a ranch in Nevada with some friends and colleagues, and her parents travel to visit her. There have been a lot of changes in fifteen years. Roll with it.)
Notes: Thanks to
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Thanksgiving with the Burkles, 2019
November 28, 2019 (American Thanksgiving)
A ranch in Nevada.
Faith careened into the kitchen, bringing with her the smell of sweaty horse. "Where's Illyria? Roger and Trish are here."
Willow looked up from the pie crust she was cutting. She absently brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, leaving a smear of flour on her forehead. "I think he's playing Mario Kart in the rec room with Spike and Sabrina."
"Got it." Faith departed as quickly as she'd arrived.
Kennedy smirked and licked her thumb, and used it to clean the flour from Willow's face. "Another year of lying to the parents?"
Willow wrinkled her nose. "It's a holiday tradition." ( Read more... )