#btvs fanfiction

[darling-i-read-it]

Replacement

Rupert Giles x fem!reader, slight Wesley Wyndam-Pryce x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: younger reader (12 years younger than Giles but super legal ofc), btvs season 3 spoilers, jealousy/insecurity, drinking, light insinuation to smut 

Author’s Note: I know this is literally not on the list of things I was supposed to write and I’m going to get to the requests tomorrow I think but the fact there’s so little giles content makes me wanna DIE. anyway here’s this <3 watching buffy season 3 and feeling things for him. 

Summary: Set in season 3 when Buffy gets Wesley as the new Watcher. The reader, the assistant librarian and also Giles’ girlfriend, gets hit on a bit by Wesley and Giles gets protective™. 

Genre: mostly fluff! 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“They’re sending in the new Watcher soon,” Rupert murmured. He was sitting on the couch in front of you. You could only see the back of his head but you could tell what kind of look he had on his face. Contempt, annoyance, some disappointment lacing his features. He had a glass in his hand, his arm over the back of the couch. He glanced back at you in the kitchen. “I fear I might be a tad unbearable for the next couple of days.” 

“You’re always unbearable,” you quipped, grabbing your own glass as you finished pouring it. “That's what I like about you.” 

You knew Giles was extremely worried about Buffy’s new Watcher. It had been the topic of conversation ever since Buffy’s test. It had also been a general point of contention; how could he let her go through that? Though now that he was being punished through various other means, you laid off on the argument. 

“Do you know who it is?” 

“No. They won’t tell me. Fear of my reproach I imagine.” He shook his head a bit. “I can’t believe they’re allowing someone else to come in after Gwendolyn Post.” You stayed silent. It was better to let him just talk through this himself, without any kind of argument or solace from you. “Buffy will never trust someone as she trusts me. Trusted me that is, I suppose. I never should have gone through with it. No, don’t say anything. I’m just conceding to your earlier point, I know.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Relax. The Watcher won’t be here tonight…” you put your hand on his arm. “So let’s not talk about him hm?” 

“You’re being suggestive. Is it because I conceded to your point?”

“One of the various reasons,” you explained. “Relax Rupert. I have no ulterior motives, I’m not a vampire, I’m not possessed. I’m just a girl in your house with some light alcoholic suggestion.” He nodded slowly. 

“You know, I don’t need that much convincing.” 

“I know.” You grabbed his drink and put it down on the coffee table. He admired you with an eyebrow raised until your phone rang. You groaned, picking it up beside the drinks. “It’s Buffy.” He let out a soft sigh. 

“Duty calls.” 

“Hey, it’s my phone. Maybe she just wants to gossip.” 

“Moments like these I remember we’re from slightly different generations.” You rolled your eyes and answered the phone. 

“12 years is not that many years. Hey Buffy.” 

“Arguing about your age difference again?” she said over the phone.

“Always. Ever the straight.” You kicked your legs up onto his lap. He grabbed his glass back from the table and took a drink. 

“I have said you have odd taste in men right?” 

“Once or twice. What can I do for you?” 

“Was gonna ask if you want to go to the Bronze with Willow and I before patrol. I fear this will be my last night Watcherless.” 

“Does she know I can hear her?” Giles questioned. You shrugged. 

“I would love to come but I think I’ve got my hands full over here. Men's feelings are hard.” 

“Tell me about it,” Buffy muttered. You could almost see her rolling her eyes over the neverending Angel ordeal. 

“You should go,” Giles said. “I’ll be fine.” “I made plans I don’t like to break,” you pouted. “Rain check Buff?”

“Sure thing.”

“Have fun.” 

“I would say you too but that brings awful images to my brain.”

-

You came into school a little bit late. You were working as library assistant, at Snyder’s hope to keep Giles the least destructive as possible. Giles woke up ungodly early and usually had several cups of coffee before you even saw him. 

You pushed open the doors to the library, holding your bag to your side. You slowed at the sight of a man you didn’t recognize by the check out desk. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to place the suit. Familiar, but foreign. The man turned around, revealing some glasses and an even looking face. 

“Good morning,” he said, just as evenly. 

“Good morning…” You craned your neck to look behind him, wondering if you had suddenly entered a world with a different librarian. 

“Are you here for the librarian? He’s out at the moment.” He stumbled over his words a bit, making you unsure of his dedication to the sentence. 

“Who are you?” He cleared his throat. 

“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” He offered his hand. You shook it, warily. 

“Wesley Wy-” You paused and thinned your lips. Maybe it was the British accent that gave him away or maybe it was the suit. “Are you the new Watcher?” His eyebrows raised. 

“I take it you know about the slayer” You shook your head. 

“Just a tad. I swear I’m not a threat, just a friend. Y/N.” He nodded once, looking you over. 

“What kind of friend?” You scoffed a bit. 

“You Watcher’s have a type,” you observed. 

“Hm?” 

“Where’s Rupert?” 

“Out.” 

“What was it? Westley?”

“Wesley. Wyndam-Pryce.” You nodded, pointing a finger at him. He smiled shakily, looking down. You opened your mouth to speak when the door opened again. 

“Oh man. You’ve met the new Watcher,” Buffy observed. Wesley straightened up and cleared his throat. “Getting along?” “Well,” he observed. Buffy raised an eyebrow at his stiffness and then glanced back at you. “I wonder if the Watcher’s have a book that says what kind of girl they’re allowed to go for. Maybe Giles just stuck a picture of you somewhere and this guy read it wrong.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Do you know where Rupert is?” 

“Nope. He’s not my Watcher anymore, remember?” she said, defeated. She passed you further into the room. You put a hand up in defeat. 

“He could be dying and none of us would know.” 

“I’m sure he’s alright,” Wesley promised. “Are you and Rupert…” 

“Yeah,” you said curtly. As if on cue, Giles walked into the room, holding a stack of books, looking completely in his natural habitat. “Thank God. Giles.” He halted when he caught sight of the two of you. 

“You met the replacement.” 

“I did. He’s a little stiff.” You squeezed his bicep. He watched you do it. “I was looking for you.” 

“Is everything alright?” He put the books down on the counter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just wasn’t sure where you had run off to and I like keeping tabs.” 

“That’s unhealthy,” Buffy noted. 

“Your boyfriend is dead,” Giles retorted. She shrugged with a point taken look on her face. You turned back to him. Wesley gave a once over at the two of you. Giles had put a hand on your upper arm, a gesture that was familiar to the two of you. You took the top book off his stack. 

“Whatcha reading?”

“You’re miraculously calm.” 

“One of us has to be.” You took the book and walked over to sit beside Buffy. She was eyeing the new Watcher intensely, like the whole world could come down at her mere gaze. Knowing her, you wouldn’t be surprised. 

“He’s gonna say something stupid,” she muttered. 

“Hm?” you asked. Wesley was looking at Giles. 

“Don’t you think she’s a bit on the younger side for you?” 

Silence went over the room as the words seemed to hang in the air. Giles stared bullets into his former colleague. 

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern,” he said coldly. 

“She looks closer to the slayer's age. My age. I have every right to ask, as a proceeding member of the council and part of the investigation towards your extermination.” Giles took a step forward, too close. You were suddenly reminded of the ‘not so booksmart’ person he used to be, the one who would throw a punch before working with words. You stood back up. 

“Keep her out of your mouth or so help m-”

“Alright,” you intervened. You stepped between the two of them. “I’m only 12 years younger but you flatter me. Giles, a moment?” You grabbed Rupert’s arm, gently pulling him in the direction towards his office. It took him a moment, not wanting to digress from the standoff. Eventually he followed. 

“Don’t leave me here all by my lonesome with this guy,” Buffy pleaded. 

“Vetoing your contribution here slayer,” you called back. She let out a huff, returning to staring bullets. You shut the office door gently behind you. 

“That’s a tad dramatic,” he pointed out. “I’m fine.” 

“I’m not going to put words in your mouth but I’m allowed to observe, yeah?” He pursed his lips, shoving his hands in my pockets. You nodded. “Other Watcher, bad. Wiles Westley Watchamacalllhim is making you, Rupert Giles, sad. You want Buffy to remain under your watch, lack of better word, and this new man is now stepping all over your toes in that regard. Observations correct?”

“Generally.” 

“What am I missing?” He shook his head. 

“It’s not important. Move on with your speal please.” 

“Buffy won’t trust this man the way she trusts you. She never could, you have too much history. You have the upper hand here, despite the council not backing you up. He’ll never be half the Watcher you are,” you promised. You grabbed his hand. “Speal over.” 

He nodded gently, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“You do have a way with words.” You laughed gently, shaking your head.  

“I’ll try to be more Bronte later.” He squeezed your intertwined hands, a defeated smile on his lips. 

There was a knock on the office door. You rolled your eyes and released his hand. You swung open the door to meet Wesley on the other side. 

“I have to speak to Mr. Giles.” 

“He’s all yours Wes.” You patted his chest as you walked past, back to Buffy. 

-

As the day wound down and everyone started home, you were stuck in the library still. You loved the place but the more you spent in it with two Watchers, the more you were starting to see its lesser qualities. Giles had followed Buffy and Faith out to have a generally mentor-like talk. 

Leaving you alone with Wesley. 

“So you know of Buffy because of Giles?” he questioned. You raised your head from the book you were reading. You had hardly noticed him watching you. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, standing disgustingly straight. You sat on the steps. 

“I was assistant librarian. Almost died by vampire. Happens to the best of us.” 

“He fraternized with a colleague?” 

“Continues to do so. Don’t look so jealous, Wes.” You put the book to your chest. “You’re ruining the perfect balance of the scooby gang you know.”

“Perhaps it needed to be out of kilter. I don’t see it going swimmingly right now.” He walked over to you. You looked up at him, observing his very even stature. You wondered, not for the first time, if Giles looked like this when he was a little younger. “What are you reading?”

“Rereading.” You glanced at the book. “Wuthering Heights.” 

“Classic.”

“Yes sir. One of my favorites. Helps me forget about the neverending impending doom,” you muttered. He looked awkward for a moment and then sat down beside you on the steps. You raised an eyebrow. 

“I’ve always enjoyed a bit of light fiction reading.” You opened your mouth to speak, reading the signals he was not so eloquently putting off. You were interrupted by the library door opening. 

Giles slowed his walking speed at the sight of you. Wesley stood up, embarrassed. You gave Rupert wide eyes, a gentle I don’t know sign. 

“Go do Watcher duties won’t you? The girls need someone to watch them before patrol.” Wesley wanted to argue but noted the look in Rupert’s eyes and decided against it. He gave you a nod and then passed him to leave the room. 

You were alone with Rupert. Finally.

“Wuthering Heights?” he asked gently. You nodded, a small smile on your face. 

“Am I so predictable?”

“You’re a classic.” 

You leaned against the railing, watching him with admiration in your eyes. There was something special about emotions fluttering around the room, knowing there was something to be said and something understood. You softly patted the stairs beside you. He walked over, sitting down without a word. 

“You know what I’m going to say,” he breathed. You grabbed his hand, staring down at it as you traced the lines of his palm. 

“Wesley will never be you.” 

“Are you speaking for Buffy or…or for you.” 

“For me.” You wanted to argue aggressively, assure him that whatever he was thinking was wrong. You felt the opposite, you would never love someone like you loved him. That Wesley, no matter the difference in your ages, it would always be Giles. That the age truly wasn’t even that big of a deal. You were consenting adults with fully formed frontal lobes. 

Instead you leaned down to him and put your chin on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered. He did a double take with his eyes, not moving his head so as to not disturb you. You hadn’t said that yet. “You don’t have to say anything-”

“I love you too.” 

You smiled brightly. You kissed his shoulder and then sat up all the way. 

“Can you read to me?” He glanced up at you, wondering how you had moved on so quickly. 

“Hm?” 

“I just like to listen to you talk Rupert,” you murmured. You handed him your book and slid down the stairs so you were sitting beside each other. He cleared his throat curiously. “One second. I’m gonna go grab one of your sweaters from the office, I like to get cozy. You got any blankets in there Rupert?” You got up and walked away. He smiled to himself. 

“Under the desk.” 

“Ah ha!” you peeked around the corner. You emerged wearing one of his gray knitted sweaters. “I love that you have blankets in your office. Hm. I love you I think.”

“Oh?” You shrugged. 

“Yes sir.” 

You sat beside him again and put a blanket over his lap. 

“Go on. Heathcliff won’t read himself.” 

When Wesley returned he glanced through the door window before walking in. Your head rested on Giles’s, eyes closed in content. You looked rather cozy on that step. Giles kept reading, even as you presumably slept. 

Wesley turned back to bother Buffy some more.

#rupert giles x reader #rupert giles imagines #rupert giles x fem!reader #btvs imagines #btvs fanfiction

[mycatismyfriend]

“...Some words of wisdom were once offered in your world that I found quite profound: If there is no great and glorious end to all of this, if nothing you do matters … then all that matters is what you do for and to each other.”  She was about to say that she didn’t find the words comforting in the slightest, but before she could speak Angel interrupted. “Hey, I said that!”

- Chapter 24, Book three, "The First Apocalypse" in MCorey1317's The Reunion Trilogy

#this set is based on an amazing fanfiction by MCorey1317 on Ao3 called “The Reunion Trilogy” #it's basically buffy S8 and Angel S6 and set in 2021 #it's one of the best things I have read and it changed my life #PLEASE GO READ IT! #i promise its worth it! #buffyverse #btvs #ats #buffy the vampire slayer #angel the series #fanfiction #btvs fanfiction #the reunion trilogy

[vampswritings]

Giles enjoys looking into various facets of history, with the exception of his own. Ethan, thinks this is an astronomical mistake.

“Are you going to let me finish?”  Giles nods, unfortunately hanging onto every word.   “Really - figured I made it obvious, but you’ve always been thick when it comes to our little fling.” Ethan meets his eyes, like his words will cast a spell. “I missed my Ripper,” he flicks, “Is that so awful?” 

post band candy giles/ethan rammed into my head and wouldn't leave until i wrote this. i think that the notion of nostalgia and running away from problems into the past is a huge giles character trait - and i figured why not throw ethan (the literal personification of this coping mechanism) into him

#gethan #rupert giles #ethan rayne #btvs fanfiction #my fics #ethan's a menace: i love him #giles is not a good friend with benefits either i feel this fic exemplifies this

[roselynnthornwood]

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[alfapratt]

I often imagine a conversation in which Spike tells Faith how he managed to get his soul back and why.

F: So, what's up with the soul thing, how'd you got it?

S: I went to Africa, I've heard of a demon there that could put it back in me.

F: Wait... You went after it ON YOUR OWN? You're telling me you actually wanted it?

S: ...Yes.

F: That's a major freak shit. But why?

S: Um. I-I fell in love with Buffy, which I know is freakish by itself. I mean, an evil soulless vampire falling for a Slayer. Well, but I did and then I got to spend time with her family, Little Bit... Joyce... I realised that to be someone the three of them could trust and love I had to be good, and I thought I could, I thought it wouldn't even be that hard given how much I cared for them. But then I did something... I did something to Buffy... Something truly evil. That, what I did... To someone I loved so deeply was to show me I was wrong, I was a monster. I couldn't be the good man they needed me to be, not without my soul. And I went after it, I left Sunnydale determined to retrieve it or die trying, I almost nearly did. The demon wouldn't just give it to me, I had to face three deadly trials so that he would put it back in me. But I got it and that meant I could come back and be someone that could protect them, someone they could be safe around. For real this time. I wouldn't be a monster anymore.

#btvs #spuffy #buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #william pratt #buffy summers #btvs spuffy #spike #faith lehane #spike btvs #buffy spike #spike and buffy #buffy and spike #btvs spike #buffy x spike #spike buffy #spike x buffy #btvs fanfiction #btvs fanfic #spuffy fanfic #spike fanfic #william the bloody #mine

[gemstone-roses]

Giles X reader

Me and @my-head-is-an-animal were talking and agreed what needed to be done about the lack of fics for Giles. So here we are.

Thankyou so much @my-head-is-an-animal for reading this over and giving me some fab advice!

Summary: Giles helps you through an anxiety attack.

Word count: 1k ish.

Warnings: contains descriptions of an anxiety attack, loneliness, vague mentions of how people and life can be unkind sometimes. Heavy hurt comfort vibes I can't stop thinking about being comforted by this man okay.

A:N- everyone experiences anxiety differently and this fic will reflect my experiences, but I hope this brings comfort to anyone reading this, as it did for me when writing it. As always 18+ only thankyou! This took SO long to write so please be nice and kind thanku 😊.

Giles knew immediately he liked you. There was something about you, something, endearing.

You walked in one evening after seeing the assistant required poster on the town noticeboard and when Giles had asked what qualifications you had you responded simply and almost nervously, 'I love books'.

He'd held out his hand and chuckled 'your hired'.

You'd become fast friends with the British librarian ever since. Helping him get books for his students… and the buffy gang, you soon became familiar with the layout of the library.

You spent your evenings curled up in the chair, books piled lazily on the floor, and before long you didn't even need to hesitate to remember the shelf when giles or willow asked for a specific book.

You stayed late most nights, Giles would turn off the main lights and make you a cup of tea while you read and he researched. He looked adorable with his glasses hanging out his mouth when he was thinking .He'd hand you the steaming mug, saucer too, because he's Giles, with a smile each time.

It's been a busy week, every night you've stayed late with giles and buffy and co to help deal with some demon or other.

Finally, the demon was dealt with and buffy and everyone left to have some sort of socialising after a night of battling. You just want to curl up with a book, you've felt off all day and nothing has quite snuffed out that feeling. Usually when you felt like this you'd curl up under the thickest blankets you could find in your place and you'd fiddle with the chain on your neck.

It was a simple piece of jewellery, the small circle hanging in the middle of the chain contained your favourite quote from one of your favourite books in tiny writing. It brought you comfort whenever your hands reached for it. The words brought you comfort.

You'd always found more comfort and affection in books than in people. In the past, life or rather, some people in it, had not been kind to you.

And when that happened, you found your escape in books.

"Tea?" Giles asks, sighing, sending a small smile your way.

"Mm no thanks" you shook your head. You shivered slightly.

"Are you alright?" Giles asks, eyebrows raised, you never turn down a cup of tea from him, it worried him slightly, but he pressed on.

"Mm, just tired" you assured him with a small smile.

Giles is unconvinced.

"Right" he says, and he does that little nod that he does when he's not really paying attention when he's researching and someone talks to him, except this time he is paying attention.

"I'll just put these books back and then I'll get off for the night" you say, your not looking at him though, almost past him. standing up and gathering the books with one hand, the other hand wraps around the chain hanging round your neck, twisting it round your fingers.

"Y/n?" Giles asks, and you're far too concentrated on holding onto the pile of books in your hand you don't notice he's right in front of you.

"Giles" you say, finally looking up at him, your sure that his piercing but concerned gaze can see right through you, right through to your heart hammering in your chest.

Giles takes the books out of your hand gently and places them on top of the shelf.

His hand comes back and lingers on your arm.

"What's the matter?" And he asks so softly you think you might break down then.

Your hand goes back to fiddle with the chain around your neck, it's the only thing you know for a fact brings you even an ounce of comfort ,but Giles reaches for your hand instead, pulling it away, he closes his hand, which is much bigger than yours, around it.

It's a gesture your unfamiliar with.

"I- I'm fine" you whisper

Giles frowns, his hand still holding yours.

"It's alright" he whispers, and the hand that's on your arm squeezes

You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Hey look at me" Giles says softly.

"m sorry, I don't, i cant- " you go dizzy, your breathing becomes faster, your head spins.

"Breathe,y/n" Giles says. His tone is laced with concern as he looks at you, your chest heaves as he moves his hand to your chin.

"Y/n, i got you" he says softly, his hand swipes at a tear running down your cheek.

"No" you whisper, and Giles frowns again but this time its because he can see you're not used to this kind of… affection, of this kind of.. comfort. And Giles feels a sudden pang of sadness at that,and then an overwhelming urge to make sure you never feel so alone again.

"Come here" he whispers, pulling you into his tight embrace.

You wrap your arms around him like your clinging to a life raft.

"There you go, I got you love" he comforts.

Giles holds you until you've stopped shaking.

"What can I do?" He asks after a moment, still not letting you go.

"im cold" you whisper,

"and tired" you added.

"Come on" he says, ushering you over to the couch in his little office.

Giles shrugs off his jacket and places it over you, when he's satisfied your sufficiently tucked in with his jacket, he sits in the corner of the couch, pulling you close to him.

you bring your knees up to your chest as you curl into him.

His fingers move slowly up and down your arm, comforting. Safe.

"Giles?" You whisper, and he stops and moves slightly.

"Hmm?" He says

"Thankyou" you say softly, and you wrap your arm around his waist and drift off in his embrace.

#rupert giles x reader #Giles x reader #btvs imagine #mr giles imagine #buffy fanfic #btvs fanfiction #Rupert Giles fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy imagine

[caricature-of-fic]

double drabble of 200 words for btvs 1x06 The Pack

Buffy & Willow/gen/general audiences

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“I know he remembers.” Buffy pursed her lips, but Willow barreled on, heedless. “Nowhere does it say that animal possession causes memory loss. And Giles was all weird and reluctant about giving me the right books, so I bet he knows too and is just keeping Xander’s secret! For some reason!”

“I’m not saying you’re not right, Willow, I trust you… but maybe we should leave it alone.”

“He was being a jerk! To, to us—“, to me, Buffy heard, and winced, “—and now he’s lying to us about it, it’s not fair!”

“He’s probably too embarrassed to tell the truth. I mean, I would be. Imagine you remember… you know. Poor Herbert.”

At that, Willow shuddered. “Poor little piggy… also, eurgh.”

“Yeah. And he’s probably not feeling so great about how he was acting overall. Especially to you.” And if she was honest, Buffy would prefer to just forget how he’d acted with her, too.

“So, what, he’s just too much of a coward to apologize?”

Buffy sighed. “Yeah, I guess. But hey!”

“Hmm?”

“You can still keep it in mind. You know, if you ever need blackmail material…”

Willow hesitated, but her grin gave her away.

#btvs fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs 1x06 #btvs #willow rosenberg #buffy summers #double drabble #nothing longer bc tbh this episode is kinda terrible and I don't want to figure out sth longer or more interesting lmao I'm sorry

[lokidokieokie]

The Dance of the Shadows

Summary: A fearless hunter seeks to unravel the mystery behind Spike's facade, leading to a passionate encounter that defies expectations.

Pairing: Spike x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): mild language, suggestive themes, Spike (he's a warning himself), mentions of a graveyard

The darkened cemetery was an eerie backdrop for the night's events. You, a fearless hunter of the supernatural, found yourself face-to-face with Spike, the platinum-haired vampire known for his sharp wit and dangerous allure. He smirked at you, his blue eyes glinting mischievously in the moonlight.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Spike drawled, leaning casually against a tombstone. "Another pretty thing wandering around my turf. You're a brave one, love."

You raised an eyebrow, undeterred by his cocky attitude. "I could say the same about you, Spike. Hanging around graveyards doesn't exactly scream 'normal' either."

He chuckled, stepping closer to you. "Normal is overrated, pet. Besides, where else would a vampire like me find some excitement?"

You couldn't help but feel a strange attraction to Spike, despite knowing what he was. His dangerous charm and roguish demeanor intrigued you, igniting a spark of curiosity deep within. You found yourself stepping closer, closing the distance between the two of you.

"I'm not here for a fight tonight," you confessed, your voice laced with a mixture of confidence and vulnerability. "I wanted to... talk."

Spike's eyes narrowed, searching your face for any hint of deceit. However, he detected genuine sincerity in your gaze, causing him to lower his guard ever so slightly. "Talk, huh? Well, love, I'm always up for a chat. What's on your mind?"

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. "I've heard tales of your exploits, Spike. The vampire with a poetic soul and a taste for the dangerous. I wanted to know... what lies beneath the facade."

A flicker of surprise danced across Spike's face, quickly replaced by a smirk. "You think you can unravel the mystery, do you? Not many have tried, love, and even fewer have succeeded."

"I'm not like the others," you replied, your voice filled with determination. "I see something in you, Spike. A vulnerability hidden beneath the bravado. I want to understand it."

His gaze softened, and he took a step closer, his body now mere inches away from yours. "You're a bold one, aren't you? Most people run from the darkness, but you seem to dance with it. Tell me, what makes you so different?"

You met his gaze head-on, your eyes filled with unwavering resolve. "Because I've seen darkness in myself too, Spike. We all have our demons, literal or otherwise. But it's what we do with that darkness that defines us."

A slow smile crept across his face, and Spike leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours. "You're a breath of fresh air, love. Maybe you're right. Perhaps there's more to me than meets the eye."

With that, he closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a passionate, electrifying kiss. It was a clash of fire and ice, an embrace that spoke of hidden desires and untamed passions. As you melted into each other's arms, the world around you faded into insignificance.

The night seemed to stretch on forever, lost in a haze of stolen moments and whispered confessions. In each other's embrace, you found solace from the chaos of the world, a respite from the battles fought in the shadows. The dance between you and Spike was a delicate balance, a dangerous connection that defied expectations.

When the night finally came to an end, and the first rays of dawn kissed the horizon, you and Spike parted ways with an unspoken understanding. The world might never truly understand your connection, but it didn't matter. In that fleeting moment, you had found something rare and beautiful amidst the darkness—a connection that transcended the boundaries of good and evil.

As you walked away from the cemetery, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The dance with Spike might have been brief, but it had left an indelible mark on your soul, a memory to be cherished for eternity.

A/N Spike is just...perfect. Absolutely love the character 😍

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[writings-n-stuff]

The Perfect Moment (Part 2)

Pairing: Spike x (gender neutral) Human!Reader

Words: 1,714

Summary: Weeks after their first kiss, the reader finds themselves back in Spike’s crypt. Will Spike be able to overcome his fear of hurting them, or will their perfect moment together stay locked in the past?

Content Warning: kissing, angst, mention of death, mention of turning into vampire

Note: This definitely feels kind of erotic

Part 1

Once again, you didn’t notice that you were sneaking out of your house until the night air was brushing against your cheeks. Your mind catching up with your body, you noticed you were already at the edge of the cemetery, already making the beeline for Spike’s crypt. The night air was chilly on your skin, the thin flannel of your pajama pants offering little warmth in the dark breeze.

These days you were on auto-pilot: responding in one-word phrases, looking distantly away, head in the night air you’d shared with Spike that night you two kissed.

This isn’t safe.

You scurried between the rows of headstones, eyes at the door of Spike’s crypt. Your usual prickly feeling of fear was absent this time, exhaustion and desperation making your feet sluggish and your mind foggy. You imagined the flicker of candles at the edges of the stone room, the slight smell of lavender, his jacket’s soft leather. Spike had to be there, and he had to hear you out. 

The past few weeks had been hell for you. Nothing could keep your mind off of the moment he looked away, silently asking you to leave. The way his hand rested at your neck. Your lips tingled whenever you thought of it; your eyes watered whenever you thought of it for too long. 

People were starting to notice your weird behavior. Even as that smell of death and something else had subsided, your dejected nature sparked a whole new worry. At school, your friends awkwardly ignored this change in demeanor, instead chattering over your wilting figure at lunch and between classes. Your mom had insisted you accompany her on an errand the day before, poking and prodding at your single-syllable responses, trying to figure out whether your blatant disinterest was some “call for help” she’d read about in a self-help book. All you wanted was to talk about Spike with someone, anyone, and know that you weren’t slowly drifting away. You needed to know that you were still real.

No matter how hard I tried, I still hurt you.

Ever since that night, you’d lie awake in your bedroom, hoping that he’d come to your window in some perfect timeline. That the rusting of the wind against your window was him; you’d turn your head and there he would be, asking politely to be let inside.

He still wanted you, you knew. There was no way that he didn’t. Spike had been thinking of kissing you and more for so long; this needed to be as tough on him as it was on you. Replaying his words couldn’t help the wall that he raised between the two of you.

You entered the crypt without knocking, too scared to linger in the cemetery to knock and wait. Your heartbeat crept up your throat--there was no way he couldn’t know you were coming.

It was all too loud: your footsteps, the lavender rustling in the air with your entrance, the sound of glass clinking against each other, this isn’t safe, this isn’t safe, this isn’t safe hammering around in your head. You imagined the worst things before lifting your eyes, scanning the dimensions of Spike’s living space. Your mouth went dry as you weighed every possible bad outcome. Many of them ended with your corpse lying on the cold, stone floor.

And there he was, bottle and glass in his hands, turned away from you while he paced ten steps or so, turned and paced again. He seemed lost, eyes miles away while his body remained right in front of you. 

A beat passed while you watched him, and you lightly stumbled as you tried to move forward. Swearing under your breath, you caught yourself and tried to remain calm while brushing yourself off. You looked up, right into Spike’s bright, shocked eyes. 

You could have stood there all night, just looking at him and wanting him closer. Your legs trembled at the thought of running to him, but you weren’t sure how to act. Spike was standing there, face illuminated by the candle light in the most wonderful way, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. Hell, he was the only thing in your world. 

No matter how hard I tried, I still hurt you.

You stepped forward. “Spike-” you said hoarsely. You had to catch your breath, the damp crypt air pressed reassuringly against every part of your body. 

“Love,” he mumbled, his face breaking composure as he seemed to tear up. Could vampires cry? “Oh, love.” He noticeably swayed before setting down the bottle and glass on the nearest table, eyes fixed surely on you. “Oh, you’re here. You’re here.” 

All worry melted away instantly. Your feet carried you across the room perfectly, and you tried to melt right into Spike’s arms. He’s all you’d thought about for days turning into weeks, and here he was, right in front of you. He was not some dream you conjured at your bedroom window. He was all of a sudden very real and very much here, finally. 

At the last second, Spike turned away from your embrace. He almost crouched away from you, refusing your touch. “I can’t, love.” He shook his head, wrenching a hand through his platinum blonde hair, fighting with himself. “I can’t do it, love.”

His regret fell in a thick barrier between the two of you. He was replaying the last time he’d seen you in his head once again for the thousandth time. It made him sick, the round and round, until he had to find various ways to forget. But you didn’t want to forget, and neither did he.

Your chin trembled, torn. “Spike, please. I want to try again.” You stepped back into his line of vision, however influenced by alcohol it was. “I want to try this again,” you said firmly, attracting his eyes back into your gaze. They called your attention, pools of emotion that invited you in. “Spike, I want you.” You held your hands out to him, palms up in invitation.

Spike’s gaze moved between your hands and your eyes. He was contemplating, still so burdened by his obvious power to hurt you. To kill you. He was terrified of the likelihood of his being a vampire becoming the very thing that destroys you both. He already let it get out of his hands once, and he was afraid to take that risk again. 

But deep down, Spike wanted you so badly. He wanted to make you happy, to feel your love softly tickle his cheeks. He wanted to give you all that he knew he could--he knew he could please you so well, and he wanted to give himself that chance.

He ran another hand through his hair, obvious conflict in his eyes. “I want you too, love. I just can’t hurt you again. I can’t do that to you.” He leveled his eyes with you, seeing the very real possibility of killing you. “This isn’t safe.”

You continued to hold your hands out to him, wanting him closer. You thought again now that you were deadly to him as well. That you were deadly to him--your absence would break him if it didn’t already. “I know, Spike,” you said softly, gently moving to touch his chin. “But I trust you. And you need to trust me, too.”

He stared at you, kept his face still as your fingers met his face. He took in your words, weighed them clumsily in his mind. His jaw trembled as your fingers caressed his cheek, his temple, brushed his hairline. 

Spike said nothing, just kept himself in check while you moved to comfort him. The cold, still air of the crypt wrapped you up in its grip. You would find yourself here eventually, either as a corpse or as the undead. The thought had crossed your mind over the months you’d spent seeing him; this possibility had never felt as real as it did now. 

You brought your other hand to his face, too, holding him in your eyes. He was tortured with the thought of losing you, and he was terrified of the thought of hurting you again. “I know you won’t hurt me. Can we just try again?”

A beat, two beats, three. The seconds lingered on as he stood in front of you, gears turning over that word, try.

Can we just try again?

Spike’s hands met your own, held them as they cradled his face. His soulless body still asked for yours, full of life and open for his answer.

He moved one had away from his face, and your stomach almost dropped with the possibility of rejection. But he turned his head, kissed your fingertips, breathing out a sigh. Kissed them again, he nodded once. “Once more, love. Just once.”

And you sighed too, your lips curving into a smile. He caught your eye, a sad smile glimmering back. “Softly,” he said, “slowly. Will you kiss me again, my love?”

And you did, a shiver running from the nape of your neck to your toes. You stepped forward and tilted your head up to meet his lips. Your kissed the corner of his lips, drinking in the smile etched into his features softly as he met your own. He held your face, your neck, leaning into your touch and staying. Something opened back up in him too, and he finally held you close once again. He slipped one hand around your waist, bringing your bodies flush against each other. 

You knew that you wanted to feel this again, and you’re glad that you didn’t imagine that he wanted this again, too.

Melting into each other, you and Spike moved as one being, something alive and something dead that lingered in between. He grazed his lips along your jaw, over your cheek, down your nose, kissing your face and feeling it again. “Oh, my love. You’re absolutely perfect,” he whispered, eyes flitting up to meet yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” left your lips, rang in your ears, deafening against his words from that night before. You didn’t want to let go, and he didn’t either.

Somehow, the perfect moment met you again.

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[thepunkmuppet]

so I was thinking about the Key plotline as I often do, and the line “the monks made her out of me” is suddenly really interesting to me.

obviously what this means is that they made dawn’s body to have the DNA of joyce and hank, hence her being buffy’s sister and having the same DNA as buffy (“summers blood”). but like imagine taking that line literally.

“the monks made her out of me.” buffy has an identical twin.

obviously they didn’t do this because 1, they wanted a younger character to be in peril and provide variety in the cast, 2, having your lead actor play two characters would probably be much too much for them, and 3, the cost of having sarah play two characters and having to use split screen and doubles and stuff with the limited cgi of the time would just be too much. (dopplegangland was great but they probably couldn’t feasibly do that every episode for three whole seasons)

but just the concept of it is so interesting to me. this twin literally has buffy’s face, buffy’s voice, buffy’s body. but she’s not the slayer. dawn has to deal with being in the shadow of her slayer sister all the time, but the added strain of looking exactly like her and being the same age as her would just be so heartbreaking and interesting to explore.

I also think the impact of the reveal would just slap more. oh my god there’s two buffy’s!?!?!! oh my god buffy has a twin all of a sudden?!?!!!? there would also just be another level of angst, with buffy feeling violated that the monks just made another version of her and essentially used her body, and with the twin feeling like an afterthought, a duplicate, an impostor, etc.

plus them being twins would emphasise their bond more, as twins are supposed to have a really close and special relationship for obvious reasons. the monks made dawn so that buffy would protect her - the two of them having a strong twin bond and remembering a life of growing up doing everything together would really help with that!

also also I just love the idea that if the buffybot still got made, then at one point there would be three buffy’s but only one of them would actually be buffy. absolutely hilarious to me, smg would be working some serious overtime!!

I just love this concept and I might write it as a fic if I can come up with an actual plot. can any of you think of any names for this twin? or would she still be called dawn (what with the whole symbolism of the sun coming up in the gift, the foreshadowing, etc.) if you come up with any more ideas or discussion points about this au please lmk in comments/reblogs/asks etc, I’m obsessed with this idea and I need to talk about it!!!!

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[vampswritings]

He’s never built a bed before. The loft apartment had come furnished with necessities, fridge, sofa, oven, bed, desk. Everything a newly relocated Watcher should require. (Post Passion, Giles puts together a bed, it's ostensibly difficult)

I've been stuck on the idea of Giles apartment as a center of trauma but also love and that's how this happened. The idea of the space absorbing energies was a fun gothic concept I needed to play with.

#i'm terrible horrible for this #but it would not leave my head #i also want to say i tried really hard to keep jenny IN this narrative even though she's not actually present so i hope that shows #rupert giles #calendiles #jenny calendar #btvs fanfiction #fanfic #my fics

[ur-local-anti-hero]

I'm rewatching btvs and thinking of opening requests, bc there's a serious lack of btvs content on here, also have been thinking for a while of doing a marauder's btvs au....

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[reallyreal-madeingold]

Although Spike would probably never admit it, in my opinion, Angel is absolutely Spike's comfort. Like, I don't think he'd even want to admit it to himself, but he really looks up to Angel and maybe even trusts him to protect him. This is why I love reading/writing fanfic where Spike goes to Angel for help after the Initiative instead of Buffy and the Scoobies, because I love the dynamic that's created (there's many ways to take it, too) and honestly it feels a bit more believable to me, except for the fact that Angel is far away in LA and Spike might not be able to get there (but of course, in fic, we can change that).

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[roselynnthornwood]

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[sadbitchboi]

Girls Just Want To Have Fun

So I had this idea for a while, and I figured I needed practice writing, so yeah! Hope y’all enjoy, this is my first time like fully finishing something so yeah idk

Summary: Sometime between Buffy season 1-2, Willow and Buffy are having a sleepover, Willow confesses that she’s never had a kiss before. Buffy suggests that they kiss each other, Buffy’s had experience so she can show Willow what it’s like and what to do. Enter Willows gay awakening

Let’s go>:)

It started off as a fun innocent night. Buffy and Willow were having a sleepover, it was a Friday evening and there hadn’t been a patrol that night, the girls deserved a break. They had finished giving each other makeovers, and were now watching Sixteen Candles. Well, saying that they were watching the movie is an overstatement, about halfway through they just started talking through the movie.

“Ugh, isn’t Jake Ryan is sooo hot?” Buffy gushed over the man in the film.

“Oh yeah, totally..” Willow agreed. Well, yeah, by society’s standards he was pretty attractive, though there wasn’t anything about him that really sparked Willows attraction.(idk man)

“I mean, he’s no Xander Harris, right?”

“Wha-What?” Willow started to blush a little.

“Oh come on, I know you like him.”

“I mean yeah, I do like Xander. But it’s not like anything’s ever gonna happen between us.”

“That’s just because he doesn’t know what he’s missing. Maybe if you put yourself out there a bit more, get him to see you in a different way or something?”

“Yeah I mean, look, I do really like him and all, but, I mean, I’ve never even kissed someone before. What if I kiss him and it’s all weird? What if I mess it all up?” Willow started to ramble.

“Woah woah, just breath Wil. Okay, first off, I doubt Xander’s in any place to judge. And second, you’ve really never had your first kiss??” Buffy asked with genuine curiosity. Willow nodded her head embarrassedly. “Hey, that’s totally okay. I mean, my first kiss wasn’t that good. It usually takes about the second or third to actually know what you’re doing. Hey…” Buffy paused, as an idea came to her head. “I’ve had quite a bit of experience. Maybe I could show you how it’s done! Give you some tips about what to do and such, if you want to that is.”

Willow gulped. “I uh, well, if, if um, if you wanted to, I guess, that would be okay.” Did the room suddenly get really hot?

“Hey, if you don’t want to I totally get-“

“No no! I mean, I think it’ll be good, you know, like you said. You have much more practice than me. I think it’ll be good, to um, learn from you?” Willow was seriously blushing right now. Why all of a sudden was she so nervous. It’s not like she was kissing Xander, the guy she’s had a crush on since forever. She was just kissing her really cool, pretty, friend, who happens to be a girl.

“Alrighty then. Well, maybe we should get a little closer for this,” they inched closer on willows bed till their knees touched. “Perfect. So I guess, um, you’ll be the guy, and I’ll show you what to do.” A blush started to form on Buffys cheeks as she reached out to Willow, cupping her face. “So, um, now I just kiss you.” And all of a sudden Buffys lips met Willows, and it felt incredible. Fireworks went off in Willows head. The softness of her lips, the way they worked in tandem, had Willow hungry for more. After what felt like an eternity, but was actually most likely a few seconds, they broke apart, slightly breathless, both blushing like hell.

After a few awkward seconds, Buffy broke the tension. “So, um, yeah! That’s how you kiss!”

“Wow, um, thanks Buff. That was very…insightful.” The tension in the room was so thick you could stake it.

“Well, I’m glad to help…” Both girls, now rethinking some things about themselves, focused back on the movie, trying to ignore the awkward tension.

The movie was still playing, it was toward the end, when Molly Ringwalds sister walks down the isle incredible high on pain meds. Yeah, Jake Ryan was hot, but it was a lot harder for willow(and even Buffy) to keep their eyes off of the sister.

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So yeah that’s it! I hope it was okay, if you have any advice or criticism I’d love to hear it! Always trying to improve

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #btvs fanfiction #buffy summers #willow rosenberg #buffy x willow #sort of #two girls just practicing kissing #nothing else #definitely no gay awakenings #this is like my first fic I ever completed. really hope it’s okay #my old acting teacher was actually Blanche Baker(the sister in Sixteen Candles) #have to give her the recognition she deserves