The girls belong to Joss, even though I’m often much nicer to them than he is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for femslash100
’s current prompt, fear
Before she came to Sunnydale, Tara’s life was governed by fear. Of her father; of death, especially after losing her mother; of the rotting place inside her that was the demon part. Of the way people would look at her, if they knew about the things she could do.
It seemed silly to come to a Hellmouth to find safety. But she did. Or rather, she found love, and friendship, and the knowledge that her magic was pure. She blossomed under the California sun, and under Willow. With Willow, Tara never felt anything but safe.
For a year or so.