Jun 7
Bruised soul (Fuck my pain away)
Summary:
“Faith glares at Willow and quickly walks over to her. The redhead feels a slap coming and leans in closer.
Faith pulls her in for a kiss.”
or
Willow is as good as dead. She doesn’t sleep, she has no interest in anything, and can no longer use magic. She’s a walking corpse. Or at least she was, until she found a reason to carry on in the form of bruises and moans.
In the form of someone she hates more than herself.
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/86150251/chapters/227821916
this is my first btvs fic!! i personally ship fuffy but these two has been growing on me. any feedback is appreciated <3 hope y’all like it
