#Angel btvs x reader

[chubbyreaderchan]

Pillows and Blankets | Angel x Reader

A soft tapping could be heard outside (Y/n)'s apartment window. A long and tired sigh came from her lips but she got out of her comfortable place in bed to allow her Angel into her room. With a quick step and shove of the heavy window, she was face to face with the dark and broody man.

"You know, I have a front door?" She teased.

Angel smiled softly, hopping fully into the room. "I guess old habits die hard" he mused, brushing her slightly messy hair off of her face.

"I think I can forgive you" her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into his touch. He kissed her head, then he noticed the state of her room.

"Did you have a long day?" Angel nodded towards her bed that had many piles of pillows, several blankets and a movie stayed paused on her little television. A soft grunt of a yes came from her, taking his hand a pulling him to her bed with her. Angel did not resist. He enjoyed nights like this, or at least as much as he could.

It was dangerous, this much happiness. They were careful but he was scared he would hurt her. He savored nights where he could hold her in his arms, watch movies and just act like a real couple.

He helped move the blankets and tuck themselves in. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Angel, laying her head against him. Sometimes (Y/n) would forget that his heart doesn't beat. Especially on nights like these. But it would only take a second for the thought to drift away as she melted into him. It was a good night for this, no worries about the end of the world or if there are monsters outside.

Just pillows and blankets. Nothing else mattered.

[prose-for-hire]

Glamorous Assistant

Pairing: Angel x reader

Request: By me. I just thought it would be funny. Reader has mentioned they have magic skills that people made them embarrassed of in the past and Angel is willing to support you.

A/n: I will write more requests. I will write more requests. I will write more requests. xo

You had been dating Angel for exactly one hour and fifteen minutes. Officially, that is. You had been spending a lot of time together in the last year and got very close but he had a lot of baggage from his past relationships and so had wanted to take things very slowly. You were just happy to share your time with him, he could take things all in his own time. He knew this, that was why he had wanted to make it official. You were so understanding and kind he didn’t know what to do with himself around you.

He had never loved someone so much. Every moment with you was his perfect happiness. Luckily after a recent apocalypse he had proved himself and was no longer cursed in such a way.

You knew a lot about him, when you had first met he had rarely spoken unless you had asked about a million questions to try and get him to tell you about his day. Once you revealed that you were very good at magic, although you had always been slightly embarrassed to admit this to potential partners (for some reason you had lost a few to your skills), he started to talk more about what he deals with on a daily basis.

It was a surprise at first, Hellmouths and vampires and the like but you didn’t show it on your face. You really liked him and you didn’t want to think that you couldn’t keep up with his (very active) days. You learned all about his past lovers and you told him about your past too. You loved him, and nothing could ever change that.

It was the first time either of you had felt safe and secure with another. Wholly and completely.

That was why you finally asked if he wanted to watch you do some magic. He nodded, wrapping a hand around your waist and pressing the softest kiss against your temple. He knew that this had been a sore point for you and he whispered how lucky he felt that you wanted to share this with him. You glowed at his words, you couldn’t help it. Your face beaming at the tenderness with which he touched you. As if you were made from the most precious stone.

“Okay, uh, I just need to go and get a few things. I’ll be back” You explained, Angel nodded knowing that there was usually all manner of newt eyes and salamander eggs that needed to be obtained to pull off a successful spell.

When you returned, Angel was sat on the sofa in his penthouse, looking a little bemused at your new attire. It was only a cape, God, why was he staring at it as if it were an alien?

You set your items down with a flourish and ran up to him. You quickly took a coin from behind his ear, and gifted it to him. Telling him not to spend it all at once. He stared, a confused frown on his face as he stared down at the coin in his palm. You smiled at him and he smiled back, still looking a little lost from his seat as you continued with your act.

 “And for my next trick-!” You grinned, shuffling some playing cards and offering him the deck. He cut it and selected a card, checking it discreetly before returning it to the pack. You shuffled again and after a little speech, you produced his card and he nodded his appreciation.

You did a few illusions for him involving a mirror and a desk lamp when you noticed his expression. You paused, surprised. He had started chuckling. At first he tried to swallow it down, hide it by pretending he was coughing. But soon he was full on bursting with laughter.

His face lit up, you had never seen him laugh like that and it was nice to see his face brightened by smiling so much. But you couldn’t appreciate it very much seeing as it was at your expense. When he saw the pain on your face he stopped immediately, or well, he tried his best anyway.

“Hey, hey, don’t be upset, huh?”

“You’re laughing! I told you how embarrassed I had been made to feel in the past” You frowned, trying to will the tears not to fall. Angel bit another smile from his face, trying so hard not to make you upset anymore.

“Can, uh, can you saw people in half?” He aimed to try and show interest but it definitely felt like he was mocking you.

“Never tried it, but I’m one step away from it right now if you don’t stop laughing at me!”

“I’m- I’m – not!” He shook his head vigorously but it seemed like he was messing with you again.

“You are!” You insisted. And he was but not because he thought it was a lame hobby or stupid to spend your time on. But because he had thought you practiced the kind of magic that Willow did. He had just been taken off-guard and for some reason it had tickled him.

“Your magic was really good, I’ve never seen someone do that so well. Honest. I just, uh, well, I didn’t realise you meant the magic circle kinda magic. I thought you meant spells and witches brews, y’know?”

“Oh… Oh! That makes a lot of sense. Uh, sorry to disappoint” You said sheepishly, untying the cloak and allowing it to slide from your shoulders.

“I prefer it” He insisted, pulling you back to face him and pulling the cloak back onto your shoulders.

“Don’t patronise me, Angel, you thought I was all powerful and that’s why you were dating me”

“Y/n, I really like you. I would never have asked you to be mine if I didn’t. This thing that we have, it has nothing to do with magic. It’s just you and me” He meant every word. The meaning of his words were evident without you having any magical intuition to confirm it. He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, so that you would look at him properly. His touch tender and a calming influence on your mood.

“Well, I really like you too” You said quietly, his entire body was able to relax. He was tense, worried that he had really hurt you. He moved in and landed a quick kiss to seal the words before you

“I’m sorry for upsetting you” He felt like he had to repeat himself, ensuring you knew that if he hurt you in any way, even in something small it would hurt him just as deeply.

“I get it now! Don’t worry and please don’t brood for the rest of the night. I have some plans on how you can make it all up to me” You smiled suggestively and raised your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, yeah?” Angel smirked slightly, the corners of his mouth were devilish when he looked that way.

“Yep, I’m gonna need a glamorous assistant for the rest of my act!”

“Wh-?” He was about to protest but the look on your face made him soften. This was something you were really passionate about and even though it was all new to him, he made sure he showed you how enthusiastic he was.

“I need you to source me a top hat and a rabbit. Preferably a fluffy one”

He shook his head as he walked away, taking your request seriously. He would do it. For you. He refused point blank at the feather-boa but he did graciously learn everything you taught him and helped where he could.

You pressed a kiss against his lips and thanked him for helping. He really was the best boyfriend around. And hey, you had got a new pet rabbit out of the arrangement too.

[amberw4vess]

amberw4vess presents:

loving angel 𖤓

[starchants]

hi! i don’t know if you write for spike (btvs) but could you maybe write dating spike hcs? sfw & nsfw?

william ‘spike’ pratt x neutral!reader ; dating headcanons.

word count — 884.

themes + warnings ; some lovely fluff, some hints of angst thrown in because of our beloved troublesome tortured poet and some nsfw content as well!

author’s note — hi my lil starling <3! i do most certainly write for our favorite lil bad boy spike, i hope you enjoy <3! depressingly, i believe, this is shorter than my one with angel but that doesn’t mean that i don’t love him any less! i just literally ran out of headcanons at the moment cause my brain stopped working whoops! i could always expand upon him on a later date like i can with angel.

support mention ; if you feel like supporting, a nice ‘like’ will suffice on my blog, i know some writers love to ask nicely if you could reblog or comment etc. yet on my blog (no hate towards them as everyone likes appreciation in different ways), but if you’d like to reblog or comment feel free after all this is a safe space for any fan-individual to have fun :’)

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alright let’s state the obvious about our favorite troublesome poet : he will write tons of poems about you. his favorite topic to write about would be about love, at least i headcanon from his former human life, and so when he finds himself enthralled with you, you become his center focus in his beloved artship.

even if you do not like poetry, still please be supportive of him especially when you learn why he doesn't write his poetry as often as he used to when he was human. you see, in my personal headcanon, william (his human self of course) had been seen as too soft for a man as he liked the more feminine oddities such as : poetry, flowers, jewelry, fashion, and baking. mind you, this is all my personal headcanons as to why he was seen as soft.

so this vamp would adore you so so much more if you were to let him be himself and perhaps show interest in the oddities that he likes. obviously he would be the most supportive of you but if he was super supportive of you and didn't receive any back, i feel like he’d be put off of you despite how he feels towards you.

if you are an artistic soul like he is, spike would proudly marvel over your art — no matter how melancholy it might appear to be. he would goat about how his partner is the best at (insert your craft(s) here) and it would get to the point that the whole scooby gang would in-synchronicity claim "we know!" which would turn him into a blushing stuttering mess as he tries to play it off that he doesn't talk about your craft(s) that much. he contradicts himself sometimes as we all know.

he is the definition of a badass with a good soft heart. y'all get stuck out in the rain? he`s sacrificing his good leather and placing it over your head as he moves the pair of you underneath something where you would be dry and then y'all can watch the rain fall down upon sunnydale in a pretty lil art form. anyone happens to look at you in a wrong or potentially harmful way? spike is throwing hands with his vamp face out to scare them halfway to death before he even touches them. he`s a little protective over you, that`s all.

he’s obsessed with your touch. he’s severely touch deprived even if he doesn’t show it — please show him that he is capable of love, one that doesn’t surround around the madness of the woman who he believed to have been his soulmate before you came into his life. the man would be so touchy with you in private, especially if you did any hobbies of his that he loves — meaning baking of course! he would wrap his arms around your middle and use his hands to help you with anything you need for baking. definitely the type of man to put you on his feet and the pair of you penguin waddle together to put the trays in the oven for whatever you’re baking.

speaking of him being obsessed with your touch … time for a lil bit of nsfw 😈

spike is definitely a switch with a bratty sub lean, i mean literally just look at this vampire. he tries to act like a badass who is known for causing trouble over the years and yet if you play your cards just right you can turn him from a brat into your precious boy, but that takes a while. i tend to headcanon that even though drusilla loved him in the way she did, she never got to have him this way, and spike only trusts you to show this side of him. despite the trust, he will indeed make you work for it like i said previously. but you know how to handle your troublesome boy and how to practically turn him into a puddle with your mere touch overtime.

he’s definitely a mean service dom though when he is in a the dominant state of mind. man loves to torture you and deny your orgasms left and right only for a few turns though and then sends you over the edge quite a few times after that. he turns you into a total mess for his own pleasure but the aftercare is spectacular fr!

his version of aftercare is ; cleaning you up with a towel while smothering you with kisses all over as soon as he wipes down each and every spot upon your body, then he goes and gives you a drink (whether water or your favorite soda or alcoholic drink or maybe a blood bag if you’re a vampire like him — y’alls choice!) before he goes off to fill up a bath with the rainbow colored child bubbles that he found at the store the other day, and then he carries you in there once the bath is all filled. then he goes on to wash your body and hair for you while making sure that you’re genuinely alright with whatever occurred during your time together, then he asks you for whatever you want or need — his beloved flower’s wish is his command that he wishes never ends.

[sarahskywalker-amidala]

*yells into empty void*

I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE A SPIKE FIC BASED ON THE BEAST BY LADY GAGA PLEASE I AM BEGGING ON HANDS AND KNEES😭😭😭

[i-heart-slashers]

[acciofictionalmen]

bait - ANGELUS (btvs)

(angelus x female!reader one-shot)

summary : in a desperate attempt to catch angelus, the scoobies send you in as bait.

a/n: i don't usually write darker pieces of writing such as this, so lmk what you think ! :)

warnings : gets a bit spicy, sexual references, strong language used, angelus hurts reader, mention of blood, a sprinkle of yandere, kinda angsty?? 14+

"Angel?" You said uncertainly, pushing open the door to his apartment. It was unlocked.

The silence felt consuming, and you swallowed anxiously as you took small steps inside.

His bed was untidy, duvet strewn across the floor, "I came to ask for help, there's a demon-"

"(Y/n)? You're back?" He walked in after you. You forced yourself not to wonder whether he had been following you or not.

His voice startled you and you failed to suppress a flinch. You hadn't seen him like this yet, had only heard the chilling stories that Giles and the others had told you full of the details of what he was capable of. Buffy had been determined to keep you far away from Sunnydale, from the soulless demon, to hide you and ensure your safety. You had been face to face with Angelus before, and it hadn't turned out well. But things had changed, your situation had changed, and your friends needed help to defeat him. No matter the cost.

He looked almost exactly the same as always, except his brown eyes were filled with faux concern. "Are you okay?"

Angelus advanced towards you as your eyes flitted to the clock on the wall opposite. Seven and a half minutes. Then Buffy would be here, and Angelus would be caught and restrained. A couple of minutes. You could do that.

Yet you hadn't entirely been sure of your friends' plan- luring Angelus into one place would surely be something the two-and-a- half century old demon would expect. But your friends - Buffy especially - were desperate, and it seemed that the vampire couldn't resist an opportunity to spend time with you. To kill you, was your assumption. He had made it clear from the start that he delighted in these small games that you all played. What worried you was that he always left as the winner.

"Yeah, I have to write an article on Sunnydale's history; I'm an intern now at the Sunnydale Press." You explained, your confidence increasing, "I figured you could help. I arrived this morning and the others weren't home so.." You trailed off, uncertain if he'd bought it. You were doing a terrible job at pretending and you knew it, but the others insisted that it should be you who stalled Angelus. In the past he had always been slightly more lenient in a situation where you were involved.

"I thought you needed help with a demon?" He jested, and your heart dropped. He knew, and you were fucked. But there was nothing left to do except play along.

The vampire slowly advanced and you moved backwards, "Yes, uh, an article on the history of demons in Sunnydale."

Your back hit Angel's wardrobe, and the man opposite you smiled.

"I've never liked liars." He said absentmindedly, finger lifting your chin as he observed you. The fear in your eyes was evident and he inhaled your scent, distress seeping from your pores. "Tell me, (Y/n)," He began, closing what little distance was left between you. If he had been human, you would've been able to feel his breath hitting your face. You shivered. "-and don't lie," he continued, "do you ever think about me?"

You struggled against him, "Angel I-"

"Don't say his name," Angelus spat through gritted teeth as his hands harshly grabbed your wrists, keeping you firmly in place. "And feel free to keep struggling, precious, but just do it a little more to the left." He groaned.

You didn't respond, breathless and feeling nauseous. The both of you knew that you could easily resist him more if you tried, but Angelus knew that despite what you told yourself you didn't want to.

"At night, when you're in your small double bed, cushions propped up around you, hair down, head leant against the headboard, heart racing, in your thin, thin silk dress," He paused as though he were imagining it right then and there, imagining the fabric, imagining how when it hit the moonlight it was practically see-through, "the one in that pretty shade of periwinkle," his eyes found yours again, and you swore they darkened. You were shaking under his touch, terrified at the prospect of this, monster watching you when you were most vulnerable. During moments you had thought you were alone. Private moments. And how had he even known where your friends had hidden you? "-do you ever think about me?" He repeated, pressing into you as a warning that if you dared to lie, to even consider it, he would know. The frail, wooden wardrobe shook at the movement.

"Yes." You whispered, barely audible, eyes focused on anything but his face.

He removed his hand from your left wrist and tilted your jaw so that your eyes were forced to look into his brown ones. Angel's eyes, yet lacking Angel's warmth.

"Good, good." He dragged the words out as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Your eyes fell to his mouth, then hurriedly went back to his eyes. He was smirking, he'd noticed.

"And how," his face morphed into a vampire's, "does it make you feel?"

Tears brimmed in your eyes as he grinned, revealing his fanged teeth. A warning. It was pointless- his teeth would end up buried in your neck no matter what you said.

"Good." A salty tear fell onto your cheek, which he instantly swiped away with his thumb. "And I hate myself for it." You mumbled, voice breaking. You had always had an attraction to Angel, even during his relationship with Buffy, and the shame of it was suffocating. She had never been anything but good to you, and you had repaid her by stealing glances at Angel whenever you thought no one was looking.

However now it became clear that someone had been.

"What was that?" Angelus lowered his fangs towards your neck at a tantalisingly slow rate. As though he meant to drag out the pain, to burn this memory into your brain.

Your eyes fluttered closed in preparation as you whispered, "I hate myself for it every, day."

A small scream left your mouth as the door to Angel's apartment was broken off its hinges, clattering onto the floor only inches away from where the two of you were. Buffy.

Angelus slowly pulled himself off of you. As a result of the interruption, his fangs had only managed to puncture the top layer of skin, leaving behind two red dots that quickly began to pool with blood. Angelus licked the smudge of red off of his fangs, making a show of savouring the taste.

Your best friend and mentor, the slayer, began to fight the vampire as you tried to help at every possible opening, but it was no use. He easily escaped.

Your neck on fire, you gently brushed the tips of your fingers against it, pulling your hand away to see them coated in crimson blood. Something told you that Angelus would be back for more.

thank you for reading!! lmk your thoughts <33

[romeactivelycries]

Note: First post 😳😳😳 Sorry if this is bad yall i literally havent written for like 3 years and its proofread by me myself and I but inspired by Angel ep 2x9 angel goes undercover and you walking in on a meeting with demons

Pairing: Angel x Reader

Request: Nopee

Gender: Hopefully neutral 🤞 (lemme know if i fucked up)

Warnings: 18+, some biting and blood but nothing crazy just like vampires u know 🥴

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A yawn broke your daze as you glance over at Wesley turning the page to some demon grimore, hand covering his mouth as he glances at Cordy filing her nails instead of the papers in front of her. This awful torture had lasted all morning and well into the afternoon, research and books and files and guess what? Even more research!!

Groaning you slam your book closed, folding your arms on top of it and laying your head down on them as you mumble out a string of profanities and grievances to no one in particular.

“Got anything?” Wesley grumbles closing his own book and pushing it aside in favor of his now cold cup of tea.

“Just a headache,” you whine. You guys were trying to find out what powers were being held inside an amulet the demon of the week was wearing. It had given him enough strength to take out you, Gunn, and Wesley, he probably would have killed you all if Cordy didn’t have a vision leading Angel to drive by and pick you up. So now he was out scouting for the demons while the research led to dead end after dead end.

“I think I might go for a walk, maybe get us coffee,” you headed towards the doors grabbing your pager off the charging dock and shrugging on your jacket.

“Oo yes! Coffee sounds perfect!” Cordelia perked up, looking at Wesley who nodded in agreement. “Two mochas please!”

You move to open the front door when everyone’s pagers go off, glancing down you all read the message from Angel. It’s a location and the name of the amulet you’ve been searching for information on.

“We can finally focus our research! This is great, Cordelia can you-“ Wesley glances over at you looking at the pager and then meeting your eyes, he instantly knew. “Y/n don’t-“

You smile, running out the front door before he got the chance to tell you not to rush in head first. You were tired of the research, it was time to meet up with Angel.

By the time you reached the location it was nightfall. There was a hidden door in the alley between a nightclub and a liquor store, a brick wall amongst the cobblestone one, and when you knocked three times it slid open. Almost too easy.

As you walked through the door slide closed behind you and various half-burned candles were illuminating the staircase you descended. Looking around the small room you see 5 demons sitting around a table, one by one looking up at you.

Perhaps you had made a slight mistake.

“Look what we have here boys,” One of them begins to say, you glance over at them and see the amulet hanging around their neck. At least you were at the right place?

The demons all move to lunge at you, but before they get the chance the one sitting closest to you stands, chair shrieking as it scraps across the floor.

“This one’s mine,” He’s at your side before you can even blink. Angel. You open your mouth to say something but his eyes warn you not to as his face contorts into its vampiric appearance and he smiles, making a big show for the audience behind you. “Scream for us now.”

You feel his teeth before you even register them pricking into your neck, body paralyzed in fear as Angel moans at the taste of your blood on his tongue. Your eyes fill with tears as your body goes cold, the demons behind you grinning as they cheer him on, yet you can’t hear a sound. It’s almost pleasant to feel it all slip away, as Angel holds you in his arms, withdrawing his teeth as he gently guides you to the floor.

“Stay here, pretend to be dead please.” His voice is a stark contrast to the one he was putting on before as he turns back the demons.

Everything after is a haze, you remember seeing him tear the amulet from the first guy and putting it on himself, before turning to slay the rest of the demons. You can feel his arms wrap around you as he pulls you against his chest, whispering apologies and sweet words as he carries you through the night back to the motel.

You wake up to a train passing by, the horn blaring you from the warm comfort of sleep into the cold of night. Your hand finds its way to your neck, gently gliding over the mark left by Angel’s teeth as your memories flood back to you. Sitting up, you quickly slid out of bed and down the hall, your hands gliding along the walls and wooden doors. You had to see him, see Angel.

213, 215, 217.

You twist the knob, finding the door unlocked as you open it. Angel is sitting in his chair in the corner, turning from looking at the window to you as you close the door behind you. You both go to speak at the same time, saying each other’s name, and he motions for you to go first.

“Angel, I-“ you don’t even know what to say. Thank you? It’s okay? I’m sorry?

“I know,” he moves from his spot by the window over to you, reaching for your hand and gently pulling you to sit with him on the foot of the bed.

His hand trails up to your neck, brushing his fingers along the marks, closing his eyes and leaning his head against yours.

“Do you wanna do it again,” your voice is soft and it snaps him out of his trance as he just looks at you mouth agape, eyes flitting between back and forth between yours. “I want you to, if you want to, but if you don’t I understand-“

His fangs cut you off as they sink into your neck again. That pleasurable pinch of teeth against skin as he laps at the blood that pools there. It’s more gentle this time, more angelic, he rubs soothing circles on your shoulder and pulls back after such a short taste.

“I’m sorry,” he begins, just the faintest whisper as his lips hover near yours. Cradling his face with your hand, your bring your thumb up to his lips swiping away the remains of your blood that stained the corners of his mouth.

It’s as if your on autopilot as he opens his mouth slightly to capture your thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucks and swirls his tongue around it. When you pull your thumb free, there’s just a brief moment where the world stops turning. The air is still and you can both hear your heartbeat. Once. Twice.

His lips are on yours as it skips the next beat, hands tugging at your sides as he pulls you to straddle him. You gasp at the sudden movement letting him take control of the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth and moaning as you entangle with one another. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding onto him as his kisses trail down your cheek and neck, bruising a path leading to his bite.

You both know it can’t go further, that it’s already gone too far, but neither can let go as he pulls you in to another intoxicating kiss. You rock your hips against him, feeling his hard on pressing against your sweet spot as you continue to roll your hips and moan into his mouth. He responds with the same urgency, hands tugging at your waist as he grinds up into you, soft moans escaping from his lips.

“Angel,” your voice is a broken whimper as you continue to press into him, trying to get as close as you possibly can. You feel his body shake and writhe the way yours does as you desperately grind against one another. “Please.”

Your not even sure what you’re asking for, but he takes it as an invitation to bite down on your neck once more and he pulls you down against him, rutting up into you as he openly moans and whines against your neck, desperately sucking and biting at whatever he can find. Your hands find their way to the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair pulling his head back as you both see stars, lazily falling back onto the bed and panting against one another.

“You’re not gonna go all crazy town on me now right?” Although you’re mostly joking there’s a hint of concern lacing your words as you pull back gently to look Angel in the eyes.

“I guess since my dick stayed in my pants we’re good,” he pants out, smiling down at you before his face contorts into one of concern.

You sit up, hand pressed against his chest as he continues to stare at you, “What is it you’re scaring me.”

“I fear Cordy and Wesley might think the opposite.” He gestures to the small mirror on the desk across from his bed and you rush over to it, catching your reflection your eyes go wide at the state of your neck. It almost looks like a rabid dog attacked you the way it’s covered in bite marks and bruises, no amount of make up would be able to cover this up.

Turning back around to him you offer a small smile and bite at your lower lip trying to think of a solution before an idea pops into your head and your smile turns into a grin. “I hear turtle necks are in right now!”

[kolsmikaelson]

currently watching buffy the vampire slayer for the first time (im on s2 ep 11) and i need buffy moots immediately

[seriesxwriting]

Buffy the vampire slayer Masterlist

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𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

[reginaphalangelobster125]

Valentine's Day Ask Game

I know I might be a little late but I thought this could be fun!

Rules:

No Smut

Nothing Illegal

No Starker (romantic)

No Thorki (romantic)

No Buffy/Giles (romantic)

No Doctor/Donna (romantic)

Platonic or Romantic

Poly ships are workable but I'm not sure how good I'll be at writing them, I've only done one so far (that I posted)

Please be respectful when sending an ask/request

Anons welcome

Request/asks can be sent with a song, trope, prompt, full explanation or just character names

Age gaps are fine just as long as they are both over 18

All fics/drabbles will be x reader

Female or gender neutral reader only

AUs:

I'm not really into AUs unless it reverses a characters death

I'd love to hear your different ideas in asks/requests but there are a few I'm not going to write for:

Omegaverse

Soulmate AU

Anything where the characters aren't superheroes/slayers/vampires/gods/aliens/whatever you want to call The Doctor

I prefer the characters to stay basically themselves

Tropes:

I'm definitely open to your favourite tropes but here are a few of mine (although some may just be base plots but anyways):

Wearing each other's clothes (I wrote the first of I'm sure to be multiple fics based solely on this)

Mutual pining/idiots in love (especially when another character has to step in and tell them they're in love)

Comforting after a nightmare (both or character or reader, love it all)

One of them being a in their terms "awful person" because of murder or just letting people die and the other telling them they're perfect

Some kind of spell or technology going wrong and one or both of them falling in love (more)/telling the truth about their love

Killing for each other (you know, if they have too)

Forced proximity

One bed

Characters:

Pretty much any Marvel/X-Men, Doctor Who and Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Angel main characters

I'm almost up to date on Marvel/X-Men so I apologise if I don't recognise any names. I've watched all of BTVS/Angel and Doctor Who so I should recognise all names there.

DISCLAIMER: I have only seen most of the Marvel/X-Men TV shows and movies and I have read none of the comics, so my writing will be based off of what I know.

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This event ends on the 16th of February 2025

All in all I think this could be really fun, so please enjoy!

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Artemisia - Buffy The Vampire Slayer OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Evelyn Blackwood

Given Name: Artemisia

Aliases/Nicknames: Little One (By Drusilla), Arty (By Spike), Artemisia the Huntress (Various historical texts), Spike’s Lapdog (By Angelus), Psycho Vampire Bitch (By Xander)

Born: April 18th, 1868

Species: Vampire

Abilities: Clear sight, prophetic dreams (formerly)

Residence: Perthshire, Scotland | Assorted | America (various) | Prague, Czech Republic | Sunnydale, California | Assorted | Los Angeles, California | Sunnydale, California

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Red

Eye Colour: Blue-green

Skin Tone: Pale

Height: 5’6

Misc: Long lashes, a scarred mark over her heart,

Face Claim: Rachel Hurd-Wood

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: As a Vampire, Artemisia is a cruel and conniving one. She enjoys teasing her victims and enemies, taunting them with freedom and victory, only to strike the final blow. As a human, Artemisia’s most fervent desire was to find true, loyal and enduring companionship, true love, even. when she was turned, that desire transferred over. She becomes deeply attached to people who she views as friends or family. She is fiercely protective over her family unit and will exact revenge if harm comes to them. She is completely driven by her undying devotion and would even act in ways that are self-sacrificing to keep her family together and safe.

Priorities: Her family unit

Strengths: fighting, ruthless, relentless

Weaknesses: vengeful, clingy, unwilling to let people go

Likes: hunting, the blood of men, jewelry and fine clothes, gifts, fighting, dancing

Dislikes: slayers, cheats, human food, being alone, fire, crosses

~ Life ~

Born Evelyn Blackwood, she was the bastard daughter of a wealthy nobleman and His mistress. She and her mother were sent to live in exile in a small estate in Perthshire after Evelyn was born a girl. If Evelyn had been born a boy, her mother would have been made the Marchioness and married Evelyn’s father so he could have an heir. However, it was not meant to be.

From birth, Evelyn was gifted with the ability of Clear Sight, she could see people for what they truly were, good or evil, human or demon. she was often plagued by otherworldly sights. Her mother and the servants dismissed her as hysterical.

Because of her ability, Evelyn was raised in practical isolation, rarely allowed to leave the grounds, which were practically deserted. The small estate lacked both funds and care.

Despite her incredible beauty, rumours of Evelyn’s madness and hysteria kept her from making a match. When Evelyn was 20, her father sent word he had made a deal with a friend that Evelyn was to be married to him.

Evelyn was sent to London immediately upon hearing this. Upon meeting the man, Evelyn was horrified to learn he was a womanizing pervert who had been married many times before, each to a miserable end.

Only a few weeks from her wedding day, which would take place on her 21st birthday, she slipped out of her father’s manor and into the streets of London. While wandering, she briefly came across Spike, then called William. She merely brushed by him, but was able to glean his true nature by only a brief touch. William became fascinated with her. Goaded on by Angelus to take what he wanted, He made an effort to find Evelyn.

However, he discovered she rarely left the manor, least of all at night. However, her wedding was sure to be a veritable feast, held in a chapel. And, it was to be held at sundown.

He, Drusilla, Darla and Angelus crashed the wedding, massacring the guests. William bit Evelyn, turning her. When she was reborn, she drained her would-be husband.

~ Unlife ~

Newly reborn as a vampire, Evelyn becomes the 5th member of the close-knit group. Dubbed Artemisia by Spike after he observed her enjoyment of the hunt. He named her after the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis.

Artemisia quickly becomes completely devoted and loyal to Spike. She and Spike shared a romantic and sexual relationship. However, when Angelus was ensouled and became Angel, the group was split apart. Artemisia split from the others as Spike lost his fascination with her now that Drusilla was wholly his again.

She spends years alone, until the First World War. While feeding at a war base, she stumbles upon an American soldier named Patrick Lewis. She became infatuated by him and, only days after, turned him. She dubbed him Cassius and he became her lover. However, only 40 years after she turned him, Cassius was killed by a Slayer. Artemisia was heartbroken and enraged. She sought out the slayer, and ruthlessly tortured and killed her.

However, her rage was not yet sated. Artemisia began searching out Slayers and killing them. She reunited with Spike and Drusilla in the 70s in New York while tracking the slayer, although Spike had already killed her. Artemisia didn’t stay for long, as she felt like a 3rd wheel.

In 1997, Artemisia, Spike and Drusilla all ended up in Sunnydale. They worked together to try and kill the Slayer and heal Drusilla.

When Angelus returned and took control of the vampires, Artemisia and Spike worked together with Buffy and the Scooby Gang to stop him. Spike, Artemisia and Drusilla escaped shortly after.

Following Drusilla’s leaving Spike, Artemisia and Spike continue their travels alone. In 1999, Artemisia began experiencing vivid prophetic dreams of Spike’s death. Exactly the same, every time. After weeks of being plagued by the dreams, Artemisia snuck away and went to Los Angeles.

There, she was guided by her dreams to seek out Angel and Co. to help her. She lied to Angel that she had received visions that the world would end unless she had an audience with The Oracles. Artemisia was able to get Angel to allow her access to The Oracles. When she entered their realm, she asked them to tell her how to stop Spike’s death. Angel was blindsided by her lies and tried to force her out but failed. The Oracles made a deal with her. Artemisia was marked with a brand over her heart. If she breaks the pact she made with the Oracles, she and Spike will experience eternal torment, never dying, but never escaping the pain. If she attempts to act against the forces of Good, she will experience intense pain and physical weakness. The Oracles tell her to go to Sunnydale and help the Slayer.

Angel was angry she lied to him and tells her never to come back or ask for his help again. She leaves Los Angeles and goes to Sunnydale, much to her chagrin.

Once in Sunnydale, Artemisia goes to warn Buffy of the threat that is approaching. She goes to Buffy’s window in the night and cryptically tells her that an enemy with a vendetta against the Slayer had come to Sunnydale hellbent on Buffy’s death. However, when she flees to escape the sunrise, Buffy assumes Artemisia is the enemy and wants to get back Spike.

Eventually the misunderstanding is rectified and as time passes, Artemisia becomes a member of the Scooby Gang.

~ Relationships ~

Family:

Spike

Drusilla (Formerly)

Darla (Formerly)

Angelus/Angel (Formerly)

Friends:

Anya Jenkins

Buffy Summers

Dawn Summers

Tara McClay

Lover(s):

Cassius (1915-1958)

Spike (On and Off)

Enemies:

Buffy Summers (Formerly)

The Scooby Gang (Formerly)

Angel (Formerly)

The Forces of Evil

Rivals:

Xander Harris

Angel

~ Miscellaneous and Notes ~

Artemisia is really good at doing impressions and mimicking voices. she can also do bird calls very accurately

She has an accent that’s very had to place, it’s sort of a mix of Scottish, English, American, and a mish-mash of other places she’s lived throughout her life.

Wears a lot of white dresses

Is always beefing with Xander

Artemisia’s weapons are a collection of fine daggers plundered from a wealthy nobleman’s home by Cassius. She has kept them in perfect condition and they are her prized possession.

She and Drusilla were dear friends, almost sisters. She never liked Darla, though.

She has a soft spot for Dawn, and probably plays a part in her interest in the gorier details of slayage

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Request: choose your own ending request here. could you please do an angel or lindsey x reader story where the reader is initially dating Lindsey despite being against wolfram + hart and that being a point of conflict between them because she sees the good in him, but Angel doesn't so he encourages her to break it off (partly because he has feelings for her) causing some drama between all 3 of them?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: This is a choose your own ending!! Little warning if you like them both, be prepared for reader to argue/fall out with the other depending on the ending you choose! Sorry this took so long babe 💖

You had never loved any job you had done until you came here. At Angel Investigations you truly felt as if your life had purpose. You were making a difference and you loved it. I mean sure, you only really answered the phones and filed the paperwork and, well, teaching a 100+ year old vampire to navigate the internet was a full-time job.

But you were good at it, being human meant you weren’t the most valuable in a fight but you always threw yourself into them despite yourself to save others. If anyone asked the team, though, they would say that you were the one that kept them going. You truly believed in the goal, you wanted to help everyone you passed and this helped encourage the others when things got even tougher than normal. You reminded them why they all took this job.

What they didn’t know about you, was that you were dating someone. You weren’t embarrassed, not by any stretch. But you knew the reaction you might get if you told them. Mostly because, well, he worked for the evil law firm you were usually fighting against. Lindsey was so good to you, loved you so deeply that it was almost too easy to forget that he worked for the very law firm that had basically invented evil.

You and the team had been planning a way to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart for a month and a half. All through this time, you couldn’t breathe a word of it to Lindsey. It had been hard, you hated keeping things from him. He held you close at night and all you wanted to do was spill everything that went through your mind. He always pulled you closer in his sleep, he was protective of you even then. He wrapped his arms tight around you, making sure that you were as close as physically possible and cradled against him. Usually you could tell him anything, but with this, you just couldn’t. Not just because he would stop you but because if he even suspected anything the senior partners would take more than his hand.

You had left early that morning, before he woke up on his one day off in a very long time. It broke your heart prying yourself from his arms and leaving him alone in bed. You wanted to bundle up the blankets around you both and spend the day in bed, pressing your lips against him and showing him that there could truly be heaven on this earth when you were together.

But it being his day off was why you suggested to the others you did it on this date. Because he wouldn’t be there and blow your cover. Lindsey knew that you worked for Angel, he didn’t particularly like it but he liked you and so he had put up with it. You reminded him that you always came home to him and for the moment, that was enough for him.

He was so sweet with you, when he came home to you it was evident the way that his entire body relaxed. He was always on edge, until he stepped foot through the front door. You were the only thing that got him through the gruelling working day at Wolfram and Hart and despite his job, you knew he was a good person. He was your person.

You arrived at the office last, your outfit had been pressed and left draped over your desk. Cordelia had ‘borrowed’ some costumes from her last theatre audition for you both to wear. You and her were going undercover to steal a prophecy that had been taken and left in Lindsey’s boss’ desk while Angel, Gunn and Wesley created a distraction and took out the security system.

“Hey, Y/n, you don’t have to do this. It’s more important that you’re safe” Angel lowered his voice so that only you could hear.

“I can do this, Angel. They’ve never seen me before so it makes more sense. Plus, I look really cool in this costume”

“But-“

“Oh, you don’t like my costume?”

“No! No, it really suits you, you, uh, look good. I just wanna make sure you’re sure”

“Sure am!” You teased, noting the ghost of a smile on his face. You were incredibly fond of Angel, you always had been.

After a lot of hassle and two instances where you were scarily close to being eviscerated, you managed to retrieve what you had been looking for. It was a small orb the size of a marble, but it had been incredibly difficult for you and Cordy to extract.

Thankfully, all that was over now and all you needed to do was leave through the front door. Unfortunately, though, your boyfriend and an entire team of lawyers and a security detail rounded the corner and almost collided with you and Cordy.

The marble was safely in your pocket but it was as if the security guard had a heightened sense of smell and he immediately stormed towards you. Angel and the others see on the cameras there’s trouble and run to back you and Cordelia up.

Luckily, Lindsey stepped in before they got there, though he wasn’t his usual relaxed self.

“Y/n? What the Hell-”

“I can explain…”

“Y/n, step back, this is our fight” Angel warned, stepping between you and your boyfriend. You knew this was going to have to be the moment you came clean. You knew it even before Lindsey decided for you both.

“That’s my partner you’re ordering around there”

“Partner?” Angel scoffed.

“Yeah, you know, lover, date… spouse”

“You expect me to believe that they would even look at-”

“Angel, it’s true” You said it in the smallest voice imaginable. You weren’t embarrassed per se, but the thought of disappointing Angel really hurt you.

“What, you think I’m gonna have some big moral crisis, see the light, ‘cause my partner works for you? Not happening” Lindsey seemed to be enjoying the reaction as he moved to take your wrist, guiding you to his side.

There was a collective gasp from your team and a horrible sneer from Lilah and some of the other lawyers in the firm when they saw the way he held you with such familiarity.

Angel:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“No, well yeah obviously… if something like this happened”

“You’re embarrassed?”

“Well, kinda in bed with the enemy” You said jokingly, but this flared a sudden rage in Lindsey. A rage that once unleashed could not be tethered again.

“That’s how you see me?! When you left our bed this morning I thought you might be going out to get coffee for us or something that, I don’t know, couples might do.” He shook with anger, spray of spit coming from his mouth.

This had been a long time coming. He hadn’t realised how much it affected him, the way you gushed about your day. About how much you enjoyed working and would gladly work overtime for free mostly, just to be with your friends and do the right thing. Just to be with… him.

“Lindsey I’m-” You tried to diffuse the situation, the last thing you needed was to choose a side. It was long since due but you didn’t think that you were ready. Until he said what he was about to say, that is.

“You’re pathetic, you’re nothing, you know that? Worse than all of them together. Especially him. Ever since you got that job you’ve been ‘Angel was saying this’ and ‘Angel likes his blood like that’. I let it go, ‘cause, I thought I might get something useful out of it. Hell, not even the promotion was worth sitting through the waste of time I spent with you”

“You slept with me to get a promotion? Isn’t that kind of backwards, shouldn’t you be sleeping with maybe someone in the company you actually work for?” You aimed for humour but it fell flat. Tears burned the back of your eyes, your throat went dry as you stared, open mouthed at his triumphant look. As if he had won something.

The truth was, Lindsey loved you. He had even been considering proposing. But he knew, in some way he had always known, your heart belonged to another. You didn’t love him in the way that he loved you. And it hurt. So he wanted you to hurt too… in more ways that one.

“Lilah? Open the portal”

“Gladly” She had grimaced through the embarrassing display of feelings you and the others had been showing. Anything to put a stop to it. Including sending you all to some unknown dimension that was sure to bring pain and suffering.

You were zapped into a strange land, one that quickly turned dangerous. It was just you and Angel. You had been send to a Hell Dimension. There was a group of Fossil-Vamps, as you would later name them. They were the distant ancestors of the vampires that you were used to. They didn’t have much time for thought, they were incredibly strong and worst of all, they were day-walkers.

They sensed you easily. You were fresh blood. They owned the land and humans were a scarce resource. One of them managed to corner you and bite you whilst Angel was preoccupied trying to fight off three others at once. It ripped into the soft skin of your neck, making you cry out and shove the vampire before you, beating its chest in an embarrassing effort to get it off you.

Angel pulled it off you, immediately taking you by the hand and deciding the best action would have to be to retreat. To get you to safety. Blood was leaking from your neck and he wasn’t going to lose you.

You found an abandoned farmhouse where he urgently ransacked the pace, managing to find medical supplies and something for you to eat. To get your strength up. He sat you down, his thumb rubbing your cheek bone for a moment before he moved to the supplies. He began to patch you up tenderly, his eyes only glancing up every so often at your lips as you spoke.

“I feel so stupid. Of course he was using me, I can’t believe I fell for it”

“You made a mistake, we’ve all been there” Angel assured you, his fingertips barely grazing the skin of your arm. He was so gentle, he always was with you. You had seen his ferocity, the damage that he could do. But with you he was only ever tender.

You slid your hand over his, rubbing your thumb softly over the back of his hand. You never thought you would be this close to him, you assumed he was too good for you. You had settled, in a way, for Lindsey. Only pulled into his lies because you didn’t feel good enough. For the job you did or for the vampire that always had a kind word for you.

“Y/n, I know it’s probably not something you want to hear right now but I can’t hide any longer, you could have…” he tailed off, that distant frown as he slid into his thoughts again for a moment, before he sighed and steeled himself, “You’re a good person. A strong person… a person that I love more than anyone that I have ever met”

“Slayers included?” You joked, his confession was making you nervous. He wouldn’t lie to you, would he? He wouldn’t try to hurt you like Lindsey did, would he?

“I get that trust’s hard for you right now but I’m here. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove that I mean everything I’m saying” He said it softly, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke. He didn’t look you in the eye, his words were too raw for that but you could see the way that they glistened as he spoke.

He had clearly been waiting a long time to tell you that. To show you just how deeply he felt for you. You pressed a kiss against his hand, before you pressed another to his palm. You looked up at him from where you had bent to kiss him, recognising the look in his eyes. It mirrored yours.

Your lips collided and everything suddenly seemed to make sense. There were no mysteries in the world that couldn’t be solved by this union. You grasped at his now tattered clothes, forgetting your injury for the intensity of this kiss. Everything made sense. You had wanted him since the moment you had met him, the reason you had always been so distracted around Lindsey it was because you were thinking about work. About the team. About him.

Suddenly you were losing contact with his lips, an embarrassing whine left your lips, that he very kindly pretended he didn’t hear. You never wanted to part from him. But he was now holding you in place, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he could see straight into your soul.

“You don’t owe me anything, you know that, hm?”

“I know, but I would give you everything if I could” You admitted, knowing as you said it that you had been aching to say it since the moment you met him. Perhaps you and Lindsey had both just been convenient for each other.

You pulled him into another kiss, his hand snaked to the base of your skull pulling you even closer. In this moment you forgot it all. Lost in his touch, his kiss. The feelings that had been building,

You didn’t know how to get out of this hell dimension. You didn’t know if you would live to see another day. But what you did know, was that the only side you would ever be on was his.

Lindsey:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“Not… specifically”

“You know what, y/n? You’re worse than all of them here. You pretend you’re fighting for good but let your little boyfriend do any evil deed he wants. Why, ‘cause he fucks you too well?”

“Angel-”

“You’re evil” He stated as if he wanted to rip off your head.

“What? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? I see the way you look at me, you know. Don’t get all high and mighty Mr I-killed-and-maimed-for-centuries. You’ll never wash the blood off your hands”

“Come on, he’s like 10 different kinds of evil!” He gestured wildly towards your boyfriend.

“Eleven, actually” Lindsey grinned, snaking an arm around your shoulder. You smiled despite the situation.

He realised that you needed him, using this gesture to show you that even though he wasn’t pleased you had kept this from him he loved you too much not to be right there with you. He pressed a kiss against your temple, one that assured you that no matter the threat, from either side, you were protected. Completely.

After the room dropped in temperature and subsequently descended into a staring competition, Lindsey took it as his cue to take you away from the others. He could sense that you were upset and all he wanted to do was comfort you. He didn’t even care enough about his ‘rival’ to gloat about dating a member of his team. It wasn’t about that for Lindsey. All he wanted was you.

“Where are you going?” Angel called, the disgust in his voice evident.

“Well, you and yours are gonna be sent to some Hell dimension while we draw up a contract for Y/n. Somehow I don’t think they’ll be back to Angel Investigations”

He hinted that you already had a role in the firm, if you wanted it of course. He would love you in any occupation. In any time or dimension. It was always your choice.

“Lindsey… you can’t…” you gripped his hand tight, concerned that even if your friends had all abandoned you, that they shouldn’t be hurt for it.

Lindsey whispered low in your ear, so low that Angel managed to miss it. He explained that the Partners actually had a proposition for Angel and the team. One that meant they might manage to co-exist in this dimension.

“Bye Angel…” You said softly, once you knew they would all at least be safe. You trusted Lindsey wholly. You knew he would tell it to you straight.

He slid a hand around your shoulder, ushering you gently towards the boardroom where you collapsed into his arms as soon as the door closed behind you. The way your friends, the people you spent most of your days with had all suddenly been so cold. Stared through you as if you weren’t even human…

It hurt.

But the love that enveloped you, the scent of your Lindsey. The soft reassurance of his presence alone told you that you could carry on. His lips grazed your forehead as he pressed several tiny kisses each committing a promise to your skin.

That he was yours. Through the good and the bad. The evil and the mild breaking and entering. Nothing could ever change his feelings for you.

As you leant against his chest, you felt something. It was hard and uncomfortable to rest against in his breast pocket. You reached in to shift it so that you could nestle into him further when he quickly grabbed your wrist to try and prevent you from reaching in. This wasn’t usual, he usually liked that you were so familiar.

Everything flashed before his eyes, every moment of your lives together so far. The soft Sunday mornings you spent in bed, entwined together and basking in your love. The days where you would surprise him and be waiting for him at home with his favourite meal ordered in. The late evening where it was only you and him, where you shared your deepest thoughts. The date nights, where you always ended up in his arms.

“I was gonna wait” He looked down sheepishly.

“Wait for what?”

“I’ve been saving it for the right time. Bought it months back…”

“Any time we’re together is right…” You insisted, hand grazing his as he reached into his pocket.

“Marry me” he breathed, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against yours. Anticipation killing him, the only thing keeping him going was the continued contact of your skin.

Your eyes watered, even now. Even after all the trouble you had caused him at his job. He wanted you, he felt for you the same you did for him. You wanted to scream, shout it from the top floor of his office block. But you had already embarrassed him enough at work today. Plus, this was an intimate moment. You decided to keep this moment just between you and him.

Soon, he got his answer, you swiftly pressed your lips to his, an unspoken answer to his proposal. Your fingers gripping him tight as if you were afraid he may disappear. You never wanted to part from him. It could have been anywhere and your answer would have been the same. It was perfect because it was him. It was the two of you together.

He slid the band onto your finger, eyes shining with feeling. You reached for him again and peppered him with kisses. Anywhere you could reach on his skin you pressed your lips against him. You were so happy all you wanted was to be in his arms forever.

You couldn’t get over just how lucky you felt. Other boyfriends, sorry – fiancées, may have been angry. But not him. Never with you. He had fallen willing and deep, his emotions wrapped in yours. After it all, he loved you. He loved you the same today as he did when you were on ‘opposing sides’.

No matter how your friends felt about you now. No matter the repercussions. You knew now that the only side you would ever be on was his.

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amberw4vess presents:

loving buffy summers ♡ (i love her smm)

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rewatching buffy (shock horror i’m already rewatching something else and adding to the never ending list of things i want to write for) and am feral as fuck for spike again right now.

there’s nowhere near enough buffy fic content on this app … do i need to take matters into my own hands hm

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