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Summary: 100 drabbles/ficlets for the tth100_2.

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Highlander > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Other(Site Founder)JinniFR1531,004043,90311 Dec 0519 Jan 06No

Highland Willow

Title: Vanilla Roses

Author: Jinni (jinni@tthfanfic.org)

Rated: FR15

Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Highlander belong to Panzer/Davis, et al.

Prompt 8 – Vanilla – at tth100_2

Claim: Willow/Highlander

Notes: #1 in the Nuptial’s of the Zeppo. A future TMTC series. Contains serious TMTC spoilers.

Wordcount: 106

~*~*~

He’d filled her hotel room with roses that smelled like vanilla.

Roses… and vanilla.

Two of her favorite things.

Willow inhaled deeply, thoughts turning with unabashed desire to the man that had made all of her wildest fantasies come true. She had loved before – strongly, in fact – but not like this. Soft love with Tara. First love with Oz.

But now?

Passionate love.

“Oh…Me-thos,” she murmured in a sing-song voice.

A hotel filled with roses, thus rose petals – and the entire day before they had to show up at the wedding practice.

Maybe this trip for Xander’s wedding would be even more fun than she’d thought.

~*~End~*~



Title: Sweet Memory

Author: Jinni (jinni@tthfanfic.org)

Rated: FR15

Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Highlander belong to Davis/Panzer, et al.

Prompt 68 – Memory – at tth100_2

Claim: Willow/Highlander

Notes: #2 in the Nuptial’s of the Zeppo. A future TMTC series. Contains serious TMTC spoilers.

Wordcount: 141

~*~*~

Was it wrong of her to remember hers and Xander’s clothes fluke now, as she dressed to be the ‘best man’ at his wedding, with her current lover sprawled on the bed watching her?

What was it about dressy clothes that brought back those feelings, those insecurities and innocent tingles of passion that she had thought, so long ago, were the flickerings of love?

She shrugged the jacket of her tux on, catching Methos’ eye in the mirror. He was just laying there, watching her, seemingly relaxed.

Except for that dangerous sparkle in his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have bothered getting dressed early, should I?” she laughed. No. No reason at all to feel guilty about those memories.

Because this was who she loved.

This man, right here.

The one that was about to make her take the tux off.

Damn him.

~*~End~*~



Title: Hex

Author: Jinni (jinni@tthfanfic.org)

Rated: Fr15

Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Highlander belong to Davis/Panzer, et al.

Prompt – 22 – Hex – at tth100_2

Claim: Willow/Highlander

Wordcount: 211

Series: #3 in Nuptial’s of the Zeppo, a future TMTC timeline series of ficlets.

~*~*~

Getting together with Xander and Anya – and Giles and Dawn… and everyone else they knew from the ‘old town’ that was still alive and well enough to attend – was something of an interesting experience.

Especially with all of the demons that had been invited at Anya’s request.

And then there were Xander’s relatives, too – though Willow was pretty sure that Anya’s demon friends were more human than THEY were.

She leaned back against the wall, watching as the guests continued to file into the hall they were using for both the ceremony and the reception.

“You can’t kill them.”

Willow stifled a grin, glancing at Methos out of the corner of her eye. It still amazed her how stealthy he could be when he wanted to. “Who said I wanted to? They’re all good demons… I think.”

He laughed, a husky sound that sent shivers up her spine. “I wasn’t talking about them – you’ve been giving Xander’s aunt and uncle death glares for the better part of fifteen minutes, love.”

Willow blushed. Anya’d hex her for sure if she found out she’d been contemplating – however subconsciously – using Xander’s family as drunken sparring partners.

Demon etiquette insisted that fights wait until after the wedding reception, she reminded herself silently. Cake, then blood.

~*~End~*~
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