#Giles x you

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Dead Serious

Pairing: Giles x male!Ghost!reader

I was inspired by a request for more male readers in our little btvs community. It's a little angsty and a little fluffy. Hope that’s okay !! 💖

Warning: Reader's death, smoking, drinking. Giles dealing with your death. Vague mention of people staring/homophobia but you're from the Ripper days so forgive me xo

It was Friday evening and your love was still hunched over a book. He took his glasses off, exasperated as he couldn’t figure something out. Cleaning his glasses he thought for a moment, probably realising it was time to retire to bed.

Once he rested his glasses back on his face he saw you. He jumped when he did. He sometimes did this when he was tired, forgetting everything except whichever book he was reading.

“Y/n” he spoke your name barely above a whisper but you felt it deep in your heart. His face had paled. He had never looked at you this way before. Dead serious and pained to scan your face.

You didn’t understand why his usual soft smile didn’t form, his eyes didn’t glisten in the way you adored. You frowned, taking a step towards him but he rose from his chair and moved backwards.

You were the man he loved. Had loved so deeply. So wholly.

“Ripper, what’s wrong?” You asked, perplexed.

He always had time for you. Even when he was frustrated or upset. Even when his harsher traits bled through, he was always soft on you.

“Do you not recall?” He eyes scanning your form, as if checking it really was you.

He reached for you, his love, the man he has held dear for so long. Until that fateful day had separated you, he had thought forever. He knew it was pointless, he knew he could never feel your touch again but perhaps if he imagined it, that touch. That feeling. Maybe he could transport back there.

You were still wearing the same clothes you had the day you died all those years ago. He choked on a sob and turned away from you.

It had been late one night, you were curled in bed, your side pressed against his. His hand was resting behind your head, his fingers twisting strands of your hair every so often as you slept. He couldn’t sleep, he had been reading by candlelight.

That was when it happened, the door collapsed into splinters on the floor. The snarling, clawing beast entered and lunged for you.

Something had come back to bite you. Literally.

You had both fought it fiercely, your fight complimenting each other. You knew each other's bodies so well. He took his eye off the beast for a moment, hearing a commotion in the corridor. Ethan Rayne had been coming to help, having tracked down the beast. He had needed its blood for a spell but it had got free, seeing you as its creator. As its enemy. You had summoned it and the only way it would be free was to kill you.

And that was exactly what it did.

It had been a slow death, Giles had cradled you in his arms after the threat had been removed. He stroked your face, insisting that you would be okay. He never forgave himself for the last words he spoke to you being a lie.

He had tried desperately to bring you back but all he had tried had failed. He threw himself into his studies, denouncing the dark magics and making an enemy out of Ethan.

Giles had poured himself another scotch. You had seen him daydreaming. Going back there. To those happy days.

“I just wanted to see you one last time” you said softly. He had never known you to be so earnest. He knew you loved him, of course, you always told him that. But vulnerability had always been difficult for you.

“They let you out of Heaven for that?” He asked, you laughed at this. Appreciating the sentiment, the way Giles saw you as nothing but goodness.

“You really think they let me in there? It’s just darkness. Like I’m waiting for something. But what, I don’t know”

“To be here, surely. To assist us on the Hellmouth”

“Makes sense I guess, I always though a Hellmouths were a myth” You shrugged. Staring at him, wishing so deeply that you could touch him. Hold him.

You spoke for hours, he caught you up on his life since you had gone. He glossed over the trauma, the way he had spent many sleepless, bitter nights trying to get you back. Trying to forget the pain. He drank, he fought. He did anything to feel something that wasn't the emptiness of losing you.

Soon, he grew tired and curled up in his chair.

“Sleep, love” you whispered, leaning in as if to press a kiss to his forehead before recalling that you couldn't. You didn't sleep so you just enjoyed your time in his home. Being enveloped by his scent. Reading the spines of his many books and watching over him as he slept.

When he woke he was sure he had been dreaming. Surely you hadn’t been there. Telling him you had chosen to visit him out of everyone on Earth. Though he supposed if it has been the other way, he would have chosen you. Every time.

He walked into his kitchen to brew some tea. There you were leaning against the counter, looking at him that way that made him melt. That made that smile creep onto his face, the one that was just for you.

The last time you had looked at him that way, so carefree, had been decades ago. You were leaning against a wall taking a drag from a cigarette. You ran a hand through your hair, watching him with that look as he walked towards you.

He pulled you into him when he reached you, taking the smoke from your hand and putting it to his lips. A playful smile on his face as you pecked his cheek.

You walked through the streets, glaring at any onlookers and slung your arm over his shoulder as you walked. He grinned, sliding his hand around your middle. enjoying the stares. Enjoying the horror in their stupid little faces.

He had felt untouchable. Invincible. With you by his side. You hung out in demon bars, your combined power earning you respect. That, or the amount of bar fights you had been in and won.

Giles had been on the phone for half of the morning, it was the weekend and he seemed to be calling some sort of meeting. When they arrived, you could tell you were in the presence of a Slayer. One with friends by the look of it, something unheard of back in the day.

Giles was asking (near pleading) with them to help find a way to make you corporeal again.

“We have to, it, ah, I believe there was a scroll or a prophecy of some sort-“

“Giles, make with the slowness”

"Calm down, G-man"

“You said yourself, you can never bring anyone back or they’ll be all ooky and changed”

“But this- he’s different I’m sure of it”

“Giles, be rational”

“I have never seen anything so clear”

“He’s not a slayer or anything powerful…”

“He’s in the room you know” you rolled your eyes. You had already said all this yourself to Giles. You both knew better than to mess with resurrection spells. Not again, anyway.

“No, he’s much more than that. He’s the love of my life” Giles stated solemnly, despite the words he uttered being one that would usually denote joy. He looked as if he was on the verge of tears.

The Scoobies all exchanged glances. They had never really thought too much into Giles’ dating preferences before. Plus they had never really seen him so vulnerable and it made them all a little uncomfortable. Tears welled in Willow’s eyes as she moved to comfort him.

Buffy, although not as visibly emotional as Willow, resolved to fix his sadness. She was incredibly fond of Giles and suddenly her one mission in life (besides the slaying, of course) was to reunite you and your love.

It was sweet, how much these young people cared for him. You and Ripper had been a lot less mature at their age. You had broken every rule in the book, and then some.

They hit the books immediately. You could do nothing to help except tell them to rest when they all looked like they were going to pass out. Or offer them advice when you caught them talking about their cute little mortal dramas. They became increasingly fond of you, you were an honorary Scooby.

Then one day, they found something. That could maybe bring you back.

“Are you serious about him?” Buffy asked, scrutinising your face as she reread through the book's warnings.

“Dead” your eyes glistened with humour but you didn’t smile. She seemed to nod her approval, something that made the man stood beside you relax slightly. It was clear he took his watcher role very seriously. It was nice seeing him this way.

It would only be for twenty four hours it was the best they could do. And much more that you could have ever asked for. Any more than that and their own life forces could drain away. You hadn’t really thought about the sacrifice these people were making until it came down to it. Resurrection spells could mess with the mortality of any of the casters.

All four of them made a circle around you, holding hands and muttering words you didn't understand. You felt conflicted, you were desperate to be with him, to touch him the way you once had. To feel that intimacy that could never be replicated. But you didn't want to come back as something evil or nasty and hurt him all over again.

They all started shouting, appearing to be possessed by something. Smoke filled the air and then a blinding light. And suddenly it all went quiet.

“Alright love?” You grinned, the smoke clearing. Your eyes meeting his.

He rushed to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands. Pressing a kiss to your lips, but not stopping there. He pressed kisses against your cheeks, your nose, your forehead. As if he wanted to make sure each part of you was real. That each part had his adoration.

His eyes glistening with tears that threatened to spill. He hadn't felt this happy in so long. He didn't think of what would be coming after today. Couldn't allow himself to. For now, he had the man he loved back in his arms. And that was all that mattered.

“Thank you all, truly. I will never forget this” He turned to them briefly but you pulled him back into you. Craving the contact. Craving everything you had lost for so long.

“We’ll, uh, get going” One of them muttered awkwardly as they raced each other out of the door.

But neither you nor Giles were listening. You slid your hand up his chest, unbuttoning the waistcoat he was wearing slowly. Your lips exploring already claimed territory.

You were lost in each other. He was yours and you were his. For tonight and long after.

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4.03 The Harsh Light of Day ⥋ 1.03 In the Dark

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just played Binary Star Hero, loved it, amazing, chefs kiss, Hals can take my heart and soul. Love them sooo much.

And an idea just struck me: Awkward Yandere Hero who is also your ex, meanwhile you're the guy who manages his tech.

The guys running the agency wanted him to be presented as the perfect, ideal man, and in this heteronormative world, the ideal man was straight, so they had him start dating another superhero. You got that, you could handle that, but what pissed you off was that he couldn't at least fight for your relationship when the higher-ups wanted him breaking up with you.

so you take the initiative, and don't let him keep beating around the bush, and break things off first. Good riddance honestly, what need do you have of a man who wasn't even willing to fight for you?

You keep working for the same agency, managing their tech, fixing it up after any errors, making sure everything runs in tip, top shape. But you refuse to do anything for him, no. They can get somebody else to do that.

everytime you two speak, it's always tense. him, the 'strong' 'virile' and 'masculine' hero practically cowering before you, the glorified tech support.

"Uh, h-hey [Name]!"

"... Helios."

"How... how are you?"

"I'm fine. What do you want?"

"Uh. To talk?"

"... Leave."

"I just want to chat-"

"Now."

"Okay. Goodbye. Take care. Love you- I mean, uhhhh, t-take care- Wait shit I already said that- Uh. Uh. Bye!"

Your colleagues tell you to pity him more, he had no choice you know? The agency paid his bills, they gave him a job, they were the reason why he wasn't taken to the government testing labs and made a labrat like all the other non-hero superpowered humans. So he was in no position to say no to their demands.

So were you supposed to pity him? To constantly let him do whatever he wanted? Let him miss all the dates, the dinners, to focus more on work than your relationship? Were you supposed to pity him when he didn't bother to explain himself when pictures were released of him going into a hotel room with some model? To let it slide without a single explanation?

You have too much respect for yourself.

When you try to hit the dating scene again, to be able to fully solidify that you are truly moving on from your ex... but for some reason, said ex always ruins everything?!

every single place you take your dates, it's suddenly infested with your ex's fanclub as hundreds of people all clamor around, disrupting others as they all try to at least look at the famed hero Helios who was reported to have been sighted, just your luck, in your general area!

and not to mention, what happens when he decides to approach you in public, while your on a date, and the other guy just so happens to be a big fan of his and all of a sudden you're just tossed aside as your date gets his fucking forehead signed by your ex.

and still, still, he has the audacity to try to strike up a conversation with you.

"Hey, [Name]!" Helios- No, Hollis, greets you cheerfully.

You don't bother to respond, focusing on fixing the dents in Liquid Steel's metal suit. Slamming the hammer down on the outward dents, grunting when you accidentally move the dent inward and use the dolly to fix it.

Hollis, hesitantly, comes closer to you. Despite the fact that you were holding a hammer, he wasn't afraid. You know that he's sturdy and durable, more than other supers, but he is still flesh and bone. If you caught him off guard...

"So, uh, since the other mechanics are a bit busy... I was wondering, could you-"

"I won't, Helios," You glare at him, "Just wait for one of them to come back or something."

Hollis chuckles awkwardly, "Ah, well, I'll actually be needing it fixed soon," His eyes wander around your workspace, before going back to focus on you, eyes a brilliant gold, "I'm... gonna be sent on a mission."

You recall when he'd miss your anniversary dinner, and told you he had to be called out for an emergency extraction. He was fidgeting the entire time, hand rubbing at his neck where you saw lipstick stains that he was doing a shit job at hiding.

Looking at him now, you can tell he's lying the same way he was back then. But for different reasons now.

"No." You say with finality.

"But-"

You drop your hammer, and grab him by the collar of his shirt. Pulling him closer till your foreheads were pressed against each other. His eyes widen, and he gulps.

"I said no," You snarled, spit flying against his face, "Why can't you fucking get that into your thick skull, hm?"

Your hands grasp tighter onto the fabric of his shirt, nearly tearing it off, "You've been a right fucking creep, yknow?" You give him a cruel, crooked grin, "I know what you're doing- You've been fucking stalking me, haven't you?"

"[Name], I-"

Maybe it's the stress from work, the breakup, the failed dates, Hollis himself, his mere presence being enough to tip you over the edge. Whatever it is, you snap.

"Shut up!" You scream at Hollis, "I hate you- I hate you so, so, so much!"

More than you hated Hollis, you hated the situation. It's more than just sabotaging your love life, and always bothering you with his awkward small talk, you wished he started trying before you ended it. You wished it didn't take you leaving for him to beg for you to come back.

You feel like the gear that you're in charge of fixing. Some heroes take care of theirs like it's their baby, always careful, but never getting enough work done because of it. Some are able to tolerate it getting damaged, and do their duty. But some? Some are willing to let it suffer intense damage, nearly become irreparable, all for the sake of their job.

Hollis is like that, you think. He let your relationship decay, rot, and fester, till it became nothing more than a shell of what it used to be. But you were too tired to fix it. Why bother anyway? You were old news, software that needed to be updated. So like any person with common sense, Hollis got an update.

Your face grows warm, you think it is from the shame for your outburst, before you realize it is also wet, and that you are actually crying. You don't want to, but you slump against his chest, and bury your face into the warmth of his shirt.

You beat weakly at his chests, "I hate you... I hate you Hollis." You sob.

Hollis shifts, you think he's about to pry you off, but then you sense a familiar presence over your back, and then a hesitant, but comforting hand is rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"It's... It's okay [Name]," His voice is shaky, and you think he's crying too, "No matter how much you hate me, I'll always love you."

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Stolen Moments Spike x reader Oneshot!

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Warnings: SMUT, language, small spoilers for season 5

Summary: Y/n and Spike have some stolen moments on the couch.

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Hey, y'all, I wanted to try something a little different. Plus, I have been obsessed with BTVS and especially Spike, so I created a fic for him. I got the inspo for this from this fic, Movie Night at the Summers Residence, so you should go check it out!

My life has never been… easy to say but it’s not like I didn’t have a support system I had my mother and my two sisters. I remember the day coming home from the orphanage and the feeling of comfort and love came over my body for the first time in my life. From that day I was Y/n Summers. I didn’t know life could be more fulfilling till I got my baby sister Buffy then my mom had Dawn a couple of years later. Even as a four-year-old, I knew I loved being an older sister.

So the day Buffy sacrificed herself to save the world again I had felt like I had failed not just Buffy but also my mom and Dawn. So I threw myself fully into being Dawn’s guardian the one she deserved, because like Dad would lift a finger. Motherfucker didn’t even call to talk to us about Mom’s passing it’s like as soon as the divorce was finalized he forgot he was still a father. Our friends did everything to help Dawn, Giles helped her get on track with her schoolwork, Willow and Tara would teach her a few simple spells, Anya and Xander would take her to do fun things to distract her from the heavy grief that both of us were going through.

But Spike crazily enough has been the hugest supporter of Dawn and me. It’s crazy because if you told me four years ago that Spike is reformed and that you trust him to watch your little sister I would laugh at your funny joke. He stays with her all night when I have to work the night shifts unfortunately I get more money from those. And somehow he and I built a friendship through our grief and just wanting someone to be there.

“Hey, how was it?” I asked quietly seeing Dawn asleep on the floor clearly falling asleep during the movie they were watching.

“Uhh, just a little scared,” Spike responded looking at Dawn. A mini heart attack goes through me and he sees my face.

“Sorry, I mean from the horror movie.”

I drop my bag and sit next to him on the couch. “Lead with that next time would you.” I joked and taped his arm. “And I thought we said no scary movies.” I gave him a knowing annoyed look. I can see him and how he's trying to come up with a good reason.

“Ah you know the little bit she is very convening with those damn puppy dog eyes.” He replied turning his body to me and trying that half-assed excuse on me and I had to admit it was pretty cute. 

“Ok fine you're off the hook but no more Micahel Myers at least till she’s sixteen… in half.”

“Isn’t that a little excessive luv?” He called me out while leaning back on the couch arm.

“I know I know I just want to protect her as much as possible as long as possible with how much she has lost in just the last three months I want to protect her while I still can.” I walked over and stroked her hair. I glanced up at him and in his eyes saw my earnestness and truth. 

“Can you carry her to bed I’ll pop open some beers I think we both could use one.” I ended with a smirk.

“Of course and for me-”

“In a bottle, I know spike.” I giggled and walked to the kitchen while he carried her to bed.

In an hour we were both delightfully buzzed our bodies across from each other on the couch and I got to rant to him.

“So get this I walked over to get this guy his coffee and not even a minute later he demanded it again calling me lazy, like I'm sorry sir if I’m not the flash.” We both laughed at that and almost spilled our beers.

“Bloody Hell Luv I’m sorry you have to deal with that.” He sips his beer looking in it.

And I looked in mine like it was a pond a movie character thinking about a decision but really it was still just beer. “Yeah well it pays the bills so in my book it’s the best job in the world.”

“You know I could still help.” He lifts his head to meet mine and his eyes bored into mine.

“Spike I really appreciate the offer but I just can’t take money from you, you already do so much for Dawn and me if I took the money I would feel like I was taking advantage and I couldn't do that, not to you.” I fiddled with the bottle thinking about it and before I knew he had moved right in front of me.

“Luv listen to me, if I can help you not feel like doom is around the corner then that way I can feel that I’m more than what my title is you make me feel like I’m more than a vampire, a monster you make me feel like a man.” He lifted my chin with his hand and I know he’s telling the truth.

“Plus I wouldn’t mind being taken “advantage” of.” He smirked. Leave it to Spike to flirt when things get a little too real.

“Oh really.” I played-shoved him and he caught my hand. And we were left with a sizzling tension between us that had also been building with the friendship. He slowly leaned in looking to me if it was okay. And I nodded yes.

Our lips met in the middle and it was everything I had been dreaming about. It started out slowly but there was a certain desperation behind it. He gently grabbed the back of my head to cradle it. 

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“So should I go or…” He questioned and I grabbed him back into me.

“Spike I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time I don’t about you.” I breathed heavily.

He flipped us over to where he was on top of me and I was below. “Been dreaming of it, sweetheart.” He then pressed his lips again but this time more intense. Before I know it his tongue met mine.

“Mhhh spike.” I moaned between the tongues.

“Not so loud pet Dawn is right upstairs.” His mouth traveled down my neck slowly too slowly for my liking. I grab his shirt.

“Spike…” He chuckles at that.

“I didn’t know you were this desperate pet but have patience, I want to savor this moment.” He goes to remove my shirt. “This okay?” I just nod. He unbuttons it and just looks down at me.

I get self-conscious and hold my arms over my chest. He gently pulls them away. “Y/n you are beautiful no need to be shy but if you do want to cover up I'm fine with that too.” He whispered.

“It’s okay, it’s just I haven't done this for a… while.” I was a little embarrassed to say.

“Me too Luv, so we’ll go at this at our pace okay? I nod and take off my bra.

“Oh, the wait was definitely worth it.” He scanned down and made me feel… sexy which I haven't felt in a while between the sweat build-up and stress.

“Oh spike-” I get stopped by him sucking on my sweet spot. He goes harder and it starts to pulse with a little pain but soothed by him licking it. His hands go to my strap pulling it down I’m so distracted by the bite that I didn’t even feel him fondling my nipple. And it feels… electrifying. I sit up and fully remove my bra. I then glanced at him and annoyingly he still had his shirt on. 

“I think this is a little unfair don’t you think?” I crossed my arms.

“You're right Pet.” He pulled it off like it was a million degrees and was just waiting to shed his clothes. His chest was pale with a slight pink to it from us being like this his abs were well-defined and went into a sharp v-line. I don’t notice I'm staring.

“See something you like?” He smirked knowing the effect he was having.

“Oh just kiss me, dummy.” I pull him back down and we start to get into a rhythm fast-paced and arousing. Our chests blending turning us both on. His hands then drift down to my pants.

“How about we get these annoying things out of the way huh?” He asks and I just nod. His hands go to my waist and I help him shimmy out of my pants. He continues kissing me and his fingers go to my panties. I gasp into his mouth at the sudden contact. Feeling my wetness seeping through the fabric.

“All this for me huh baby?” He grunted like to me. Then his fingers go up and down my slit.

“Uh-huh.” I tried to get out. Then, his finger slowly goes in. “Spike…” The finger makes circles in my pussy. I am trying not to release just at that, and then suddenly, he adds in another. He starts to pump in and out. His thick fingers were rubbing against my soft walls, looking to my face, seeing my reaction and liking it.

“You like that?” He speeds up.

“Yes, Spike yes.” I moaned out he was going in between slow and fast seeing how I reacted to what he was doing well, studying me. It was heaven, in the past guys would barely warm me up and then pull down their pants thinking that would be enough. Spike was like a fresh breath of air.

He started to go more slow noticing I was getting closer not wanting to overwhelm my nerves. And my body was moving with him becoming one. 

“Spike I’m getting close.” His hand ramps up now pounding my pussy. “Ahh Spike!” 

“Let go just let go.” And I did I came all over his hand.

I breathed in deeply trying to recover from the best finger bang I've ever gotten. “Fuck spike you're… good at that.” I climb on top of him going back to making out.

“Yeah?” I start to grind down on him as an answer.

I gently grabbed his face. “Yes, you are.” I stand up and take down my panties.

“Holy… I think I believe there is a God.” He stood up quickly and pulled down his pants and underwear. His shaft springs forward and it is big and bulging the same color as the rest of him just a little redder. I step up and handled it and start to pump it.

“Would you like me to return the favor?” I whisper in his ear and nip his earlobe.

“Ahh Luv… I would but I don’t think I would last and I’m just dying to get inside of you.” he could barely get out finding it hard to focus with my hand pumping him.

“Okay then sit down.” he backs down on the couch. Watching my body strut over to him I straddle him and our bodies meet fully nude. We start to kiss again and get the familiar rhythm like we were meant to be here tonight. His teeth nip down on my lip and the tongue licks it. The air is thick with lust and emotions like I've never felt before. I hover over his shaft and start to grind on it. Getting us both ready with the slick. I lift up and get his shaft and slowly sink in. 

“Spike”

“Y/n” 

Both of us feel euphoric, I have to stay in this spot because he is so big that my walls have to get used to it the cum from before helping it be more comfortable for me. 

“Let me know when I can start moving kay?” He said trying to hold back, making sure this would be amazing for me too.

“Kay.” I breathed out. I rolled my hips to test the waters and both of us liked it. I lift up and slide down gently. He meets my hips and we go together. Breathing up and down together. He juts up into me and makes me lose my balance for a second but he catches me. His shaft goes faster into me.

He flipped us over again so he had more control and I didn’t mind it. My legs wrap his back and my hands scratch into his back. He starts to pound in faster and faster having the stamina of a fucking stallion. He then hits my G spot and stars. He knew how to use what God had given him. I pull him closer and he licks my bite again.

“So bloody pretty.” He heard my moans. 

“Spike… need… more!” He gets my hint and his fingers go to stroke my clit to really get me there. 

“Getting close Luv?” I nod.

He pulls my head to meet his and our eyes meet. “Ready?” He rubs quicker and quicker.

“Ahh! Ahh!” And obsolete explosion both of us came together. We breathe in together not believing what just transpired. He slips out and pushes himself next to me on the small couch barely keeping both of us on. 

“That was-”

“Amazing.” I finished.

“Yeah bloody amazing.” 

I then slipped off into sleep being the most at peace I have felt in a while.

My eyes blink open it being early morning. I then remembered what happened last night and looked to my side and Spike was sleeping there soundly. It felt almost… surreal like this could be regular. I then hear the shower going on upstairs which is weird because Dawn should be sleeping-. SHIT ITS A SCHOOL DAY! She will be downstairs in five minutes. I then notice the state of the two of us.

“Spike Spike! Wake up!” He woke with alertness and fell off the couch.

“What what is attacking us!?” 

“Nothing, Dawn is going to be downstairs now in three minutes!” He then comes to the same realization. 

“Oh SHIT!” 

“Yeah! So come on get your clothes on I have to make a quick breakfast for her.” I throw my clothes on and run to the kitchen. Spike goes to the backdoor but before he leaves he turns to me.

“I don’t regret what happened last night, do you?” Those damn blue eyes begged for an answer. I didn't but I couldn't get into this right now.

“Uhh We’ll talk later okay.” I responded while flipping the eggs not being able to tell to his face. I can tell he wants to keep going but knows he can’t so he throws on a blanket over his head and run out the backdoor. And not a minute later Dawn is in front of me.

“Hey did Spike sleep here last night?” She questioned innocently. I was pouring orange juice and dropped the glass.

“What what no no why ask?” I quickly picked up the glass and avoided her eyes.

“Just he left his lighter on the couch, you okay?” She saw my behavior.

“Yup just tired you know, well would you look at the time you should be off to school!” I pick her up backpack and lunchpail and practically push her out the door.

“Are you sure you okay Y/n because I can-”

“No! I mean I'm okay now go that brain needs knowledge.” I smiled and waved to her as she walked off super confused about her sister’s erratic behavior. I closed the door finally being able to breathe. I walk to the couch looking at the tangled blankets and remembering what only really happened a couple of hours ago and spot the silver lighter and pick it up.

“What did I do?” Did we ruin a friendship or start something more?

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Giles x reader - my immortal love

I’d love a fanfic where Giles falls for a vampire (I’d feel like he’d tell himself not to) - @hungrybaby89 💜

Looking at the slayer that landed at your feet, you crouched down, poking her head a couple of times, trying to wake her up.

You hummed, and you looked around, trying to see if she was with anybody, but you couldn’t see or sense any other humans nearby.

You snapped your head up to the vampire in front of you and growled, making him step back, raising his hands.

“I didn’t know…”

He backed up a few steps, and the moment he turned around you threw the stake through his heart and began to leave.

You then stopped and grumbled to yourself, making your way back over you picked up the slayer.

“Oh yes, wonderful idea. Let’s save the slayer, so she can stake me through the heart…” you grumbled.

You made your way on to the street, and headed in the only direction you knew to take her, the only place she would be pretty safe.

Making your way to the school, you wondered through the hallways, and you heard noises coming from one of the classrooms but you paid it no mind.

You walked into an empty classroom and set her down, leaving the room you came back some some things and cleaned the cut on her head, stitching it up for her.

Picking her up again, you made your way down the hall and set her in the floor, then you opened the door to the library, walking in.

“Hello, I have something that belongs to you I think.”

A crossbow was pointed and you raised your hands.

“What?” The British man snapped.

“Smallish human, lurks in the cemetery most nights, goes by the slayer I don’t know her name.”

“Buffy?! What did you do?!” Xander growled.

You slowly lowered your hands and buried your nose in the fabric of your scarf.

“Put the crossbow down and maybe I’ll tell you.”

“How about we put a stake in your heart?” Xander responded.

You shrugged a little bit.

“You could, but then you won’t know where the girl is, so, your call. She could be dying for all you know.”

They all began whispering, keeping an eye on you and finally the crossbow was set down on the table.

Giles nodded his head, and he grabbed a stake instead, as did Xander and Willow.

“No crossbow, take us to Buffy and we might let you go.”

You walked out the door, and you walked around the slayer on the floor, making your way down the hallway.

You turned around, stopping in your tracks, watching as they crowded around her.

“She’s alive, tell her she shouldn’t be so reckless, any other vampire would gladly kill her.”

With that you turned around and left, making your way back outside to wonder for a few hours before you had to go back into hiding for the day.

Buffy sat up, rubbing her head slightly.

“Buffy thank goodness, are you alright?” Giles asked.

“What happened?” Willow asked next.

Buffy furrowed her brows a little, shuffling to sit on the edge of the table.

“My head hurts a bit…”

She raised her hand, feeling the stitches.

“You’re getting better Giles, nearly professional.”

Giles cleared his throat, picking up a chair he put it down in front of her and slowly sat down, taking his glasses off to run a hand down his face.

“That wasn’t me, you were already stitched up when you were on the floor outside the library.” He said.

“Who?”

Xander and Giles said nothing, and Buffy turned to willow who was doing anything to avoid looking at her best friend.

“Who brought me here?”

“(Y/N)!” Willow blurted.

“Spikes sister?!”

Giles sighed, nodding his head.

“The one and only, you were already patched up when you came here, she just brought you here then left.”

“Why?” Buffy asked.

“Well, we’ll be sure to ask the insane vampires when we next see them. Or we could just stake her and get it done with.” Xander said.

They began to talk about their next move, but none of them could shake the wonder as to why you would save the slayer.

The very same person who was tried to kill you numerous times, and nothing they thought about or came up with made up.

It was only a few nights later when she saw you again, sitting on top of a crypt in the cemetery, swinging your legs back and forth as you read a book.

“We need to talk.” Buffy said.

You looked down from your book.

“Go on then, I’m listening.”

“Not here, and with everybody. We want answers from you.”

You closed the book, and you pushed yourself down, landing on the floor.

“I suppose you do, I can’t say I blame you. Lead the way.”

You were led to a different place this time, and you stood at the door, book in your hand as you watched them all aim their weapons at you.

“Come in.” Giles said.

You took a slow step inside, pushing the door closed behind you and you set your book on the desk, sitting down in the chair.

Buffy walked over, and she wrapped chains around the chair, around you.

She stepped away when she was done and they all watched you for a moment.

“Why did you rescue me?” Buffy asked.

“Is it so bad for me to be doing the right thing?”

“When you’re related to Spike, yeah.” Xander said.

You gave a small shrug, and they asked a few more questions which you didn’t seem much interested in answering.

“Fine, then you stay here until you tell us what we want to know.” Buffy shrugged.

“Do I not get a say in this? It is my house.”

“Giles where else are we going to keep here that’s away from everybody? Away from Spike?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Fine, but you’re helping make sure that she is somewhere secure.”

So, after a few hours of working that’s what they did, Giles rearranged some shelves to keep the sunlight away from you and you were confined to a small corner of his home.

The students all left and you leant back against the wall, plucking one of the books from the shelf and you began to flick through it.

Giles sat at his desk, taking a sip of scotch as he tried to do some research.

He heard the chains rattled as you moved about and he turned to look at you.

“Must you keep moving?” He asked.

“No, I just want to.” He sighed.

Setting his glasses down he picked up his chair and walked over, sitting just out of your reached and he looked at you.

“Why did you save Buffy?”

“Because I can.”

He shook his head.

“No, you have a reason behind this. All the information on you clearly states that you are methodical in what you do, you never do anything without weight up the pros and cons.”

You shrugged.

“So what? I think about what I do, that’s not illegal.”

“No, maybe not. But it does make you incredibly dangerous. You nearly wiped out a whole empire. So, there is always a reason behind what you do. You could have killed buffy, you could have chosen not to come with her, so tell me why.”

“What if I don’t? Then what?”

Giles got up, grabbing a cross and some holy water he sat down in front of you again, setting them next to his leg.

“You will.”

You didn’t seem scared of his threat, you could tell that it was empty, he wasn’t actually going to do anything to you.

Despite the fact you were a vampire you had made no clear effort to hurt any of them.

So, for nearly a week that’s how it went, he would try get you to talk and you wouldn’t, you simply just ignored him, settling for reading.

And he realised that was the key.

This time he came back, and he sat in front of you, holding up a book.

“That’s mine.”

“You tell me what I need to know and I’ll give it back to you, do we have a deal?”

You looked between him and the book, clearly you were attached to it.

Giles reached over, going to hold it over a candle.

“Fine!”

He pulled it back, setting it down in his lap.

“I saved the girl because either way, whether she lived or died there is going to be a slayer, it’s the natural order of things whether my brother likes it or not. She just happens to be here and knows what she’s doing.”

“I see, so there is a reason why you saved Buffy.”

You nodded your head, laying on your back, hands on your stomach as you stared up at the ceiling.

“Spike wants to destroy the world along with everything in it, which means no food for us. Now, I don’t know about humans but for a vampire starvation is a bitch, it’s not fun at all. If he keeps up his way, he’s going to ruin a perfectly good world in which we live for many years.”

Giles furrowed his brows a little, leaning forward slightly.

“You don’t agree with him, do you?”

“No. I don’t. He can kill all the slayers he wants they’re going to keep coming back, there’s no stopping that, and eventually it’s going to get him killed.”

You turned your head to look at Giles.

“Maybe he deserves it, punishment for everything he’s done. He kills for fun, for sport.”

“You don’t? I read your history, and it seems like you’ve been doing the same thing as well.”

“Do some more research Rupert Giles, not everything is always as it seems. Just because it is written doesn’t mean it’s true.”

You held your hand out, and he reached over, handing you the book.

You sat up and opened it, flicking so many pages until you stopped and he got up to go do some more research.

“Do you know what he’s planning?”

“No, the moment he found out I didn’t agree with him he forced me to leave. Spike could never hurt me, but he could bare the fact I didn’t agree with him, so he kicked out in broad daylight.”

Giles turned to you, and he walked back over, crouching down.

“You need to do whatever you can to stop him, before it’s too late.”

“Is there anything you can tell us that may help?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

You rolled over on your side, and he could see the healing burns on your arms.

Giles got up, making his way back to his desk.

He stayed there for a few minutes and he got up, he wanted a book from the shelf but didn’t want to go near you.

“Can I have that book by your head, the red one?”

You passed it over and went back to staring at the wall.

When he left the following day you were still asleep, and when you woke up you began messing with the chains, and you unlocked them, walking across the house careful of the sunlight to the kitchen.

Sitting on the counter, you hummed to yourself as you opened a packet of biscuits, flicking through one of the books left in there.

Giles walked in, setting his bag at his desk, and he looked to your corner before turning back to the desk.

He froze, rushing over he whipped around to look for you, and he found you in the counter.

Walking over, he stood in the doorway, and you froze, biscuit in your mouth as you slowly closed the book.

“I’m not here.”

“How did you get out?”

“I’m not going to tell you that.”

He sighed, and he marched over, taking the biscuits from you.

Jumping down the counter, you tried to snatch them back, and he held them out of your reach.

“Does being a hostage mwan nothing to you?”

“No not really.”

You jumped up, taking the biscuits from him and you walked back into the living room, dodging the rays of sunlight.

“Is there any use in me putting those back on?”

“I mean if it makes you feel better sure, but I’m just going to do it again.”

“Right, and I guess that explains where half my food has been going.”

You grinned a little, slowly walking away from him as he tried to come closer.

“Alright, fine, you help us and we’ll let you go.”

You nodded in agreement, and you walked to his desk to see what he had.

Your nights were spent at the library with them, helping them with what they needed help with, and slowly you began earning their trust.

During the day you were confined to Giles’ house, wondering around and finding things to do to pass the time.

They began to trust you, seeing you weren’t as bad as history made you out to be, that everybody had a chance at redemption.

Giles began to grow used to having you around, it was nice having the company.

Especially on days off where he usually just sat around reading, he was trying to sort some of his things out while you were walking around reading.

Giles picked up your book to set it on the table, and he watched as something fell out.

Reaching down, he picked it up, sitting down on the couch as he looked at it.

He could instantly recognise it as a drawing of you, though as old as it was, paper yellowed with age, it was incredibly detailed, and you were wearing an elegant dress, a bright smile on your face.

“My mum painted it for me, the day before my wedding.”

“You’re married?”

You shook your head, sitting down next to him as you looked at the painting.

“No, i couldn’t go through with it, it felt wrong. I never really loved the man, my mum wanted me to marry him.”

“I see.”

“Not long later I fell sick, Spike, or rather at the time William saw the only path to go down was to turn me as well.”

Giles held the painting out to you, and you set it down on the table, taking the book you opened it and pulled out another.

He took it, a beautiful lake scenery, the dark sky with stars, a half moon in the sky.

“I painted this a few weeks later.”

“It’s so vibrant, full of life, full of soul. I thought vampires didn’t have souls?”

“We don’t, but that doesn’t mean we can’t find things beautiful Rupert. Most vampires meet a violent end, it’s what fuels their hate, I didn’t meet a violent end, I still saw beauty in the world, I still do.”

Giles set it aside with the other.

“Do you have one? A soul I mean.”

“Honestly, I don’t know. Sometimes I think I do, sometimes I think I don’t.”

He nodded his head, and he chuckled a little bit.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“You were going to get married, really?”

You punched his arm lightly and laughed softly.

“Yeah, I know even I can’t believe it. The only thing I’m disappointed about is I learned how to dance for nothing, those lessons were brutal.”

“That’s the only thing you’re disappointed about?”

You shrugged a bit.

“You live in those times you’ll understand it.”

Giles got up, making his way to the kitchen to put the kettle on, and you followed him, leaning on the counter.

“How old are you? The age you died?”

“I was in my thirties that much I remember, time starts to bleed all into one after a while.”

Giles nodded his head, turning his attention back to the kettle on the stove and while you hummed as you wondered away.

You sat on the floor, looking at the rays of sun just in front of you and he set your tea on the table.

Walking over Giles put his hands under your arms, dragging you away from the sun.

“You are going to get yourself burned or worse.”

“Not if I stay out of it directly, come on, it’s warm.”

Giles walked in front of you, crouching down so he could look at you.

“There’s other ways to feel warmth, sitting in front of one of the few things that can kill you doesn’t exactly seem appropriate does it now?”

You grinned sheepishly, your eyes gleaming with mischievous.

For the first time Giles noticed that your eyes were the softest (E/C) that he had ever seen in his life.

Unlike other vampires your eyes seemed so full of life, joy, compassion, warmth, gently, and so full of pain at the same time.

He cleared his throat and quickly stood up, grabbing his jacket.

“I must go, stay out of the sun.”

He quickly left, rushing out to his car and he sat in it, resting his forehead in the steering wheel.

He had been spending so much time with you he hadn’t even realised it, he was falling for you, and falling hard.

The way you laughed, smiled, danced around the rays of light to avoid them, how much you enjoyed reading, your jokes, the way you would ever so carefully move around him as not to accidentally hurt him.

“No… no.. no…” he whispered.

He had criticised Buffy for this exact thing, criticised her for falling in love with a vampire.

“You cannot love a vampire Rupert.. you cannot..” he whispered to himself.

Admittedly you were absolutely gorgeous, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, one of the perks to being a vampire.

But you were supposed to be the enemy, you were only helping them on account of the same goal in mind on stopping Spike.

He took a drive, trying to clear his mind, and after a few hours he returned.

He walked through the door, content with the fact he had cleared his head, confirmed he wasn’t in love with you.

Hanging his jacket up, he took a small breath and turned around to find you playing one of his records, dancing to to yourself.

You looked absolutely stunning, moved like water, not a single sound or step from you, you had your eyes closed and seemed lost in your own world.

He tore his gaze form you and he quickly rushed away, pretending he didn’t notice.

Making his way into the bathroom, he locked the door and stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection.

“Dear god… I’m falling for a vampire…” he whispered

[fevers-and-emeto-oh-my]

do you see my vision. even more outwardly punk spike and clean cut giles

[forthegothicheroine]

Every time I start talking about how I have problems with various people on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I realize that I probably would have been happiest if our vampire hunting hero group had been Buffy and Oz and Tara and nobody else.

[theyapper0]

MY IMAGINING OF DRAGON GAMES!!!!!! Hope this was swag 😎

[mycatismyfriend]

Giles & Wesley | Who You Are | Buffyverse

This one is very special to me. I love these two characters (as any of my followers can tell) and I love finding parallels and telling their stories. If you watch, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it.

[unendingwanderlust]

I fell in love with @natewallace's excellent fic, Further From Home... and I made a moodboard for it! If you enjoy Buffy/Giles, haunted items, road trips, and angst with a happy ending, then you should read this fic (and thank me later ;)).

Giles returns to Sunnydale with a small Watcher's diary and a strange curse that's befallen him upon obtaining it. As he and Buffy race to figure out what's causing him to act so violently, they'll uncover a tragedy that took place long ago - one that still may be haunting them today.

[prose-for-hire]

Five String Serenade

Pairing: Giles x shy!reader

Request: Not requested. I started writing this when I had covid last year and just found it again! This is another one where reader is inserted into the plot of an episode, this one’s where the wild things are, where we find Giles singing at the espresso pump.

You are shy and go to their music/poetry evenings to try and salvage some kind of social life, only to be mesmerised by the man that comes and plays every month or so. You tell yourself that tonight is the night that you speak to him after his set but you didn’t bank on getting in the middle of a life or death situation.

You were sat there, patiently waiting for the music to begin. You had arrived early. Early enough that you had already ordered a second beverage from the counter as you waited. You were on your own, but you had managed to fend off any lingering embarrassment at that fact easily by now. You spent a lot of time in your own company and decided that you wanted to try and experience new things even if it meant stepping out of your comfort zone.

The Espresso Pump was busier than usual but your usual seat in the back corner of the room was miraculously still waiting for you when you returned. You slid into the empty seat and smiled softly to yourself. You had made yourself a promise and you were going to make good on it tonight.

You had become a regular at this coffee house, mostly for these open mic nights that they put on, where people would mostly sing or recite their own words with such feeling. You were barely confident enough to take a seat in the audience, let alone get up there yourself but you adored watching and soaking in the atmosphere of these evenings.

The first woman came onto the small stage and you smiled politely and swayed softly but she wasn’t who you had come here to see. Once upon a time, you had just come for the experience but now you found yourself increasingly coming just to catch a glimpse of him. He was so talented but from hearing him speak and the way he appeared so kind and considerate to those around him, you had quickly developed a little crush.

Anticipation swelled inside you as the woman left the stage, you clapped distractedly as you waited to see who was next. Your eyes lit up when you saw that it was him.

He set up on the stage, smiling out at the audience. Rather than introducing himself he immediately started playing. You were hooked, hypnotised from the very first note. As you always were. You swore that he was singing to you, it looked like his eyes were meeting yours but you were well aware you were probably fantasising and he was looking at some point on the wall behind him.

It didn’t matter anyway. All you saw was him and the the strings of his guitar that he expertly played with those skilled fingers. He was so attractive, made even more so as the emotion of his voice touched you deeply.

Those sweet notes caressing your ear as if he they were made for you. Serenading you and only you.

When he finished his set, happily oblivious as his eyes had widened at the arrival of people he recognised meaning that he had to drag his eyes away from you. As your heart still fluttering to the tune of his song, there he was. Alone and packing up his guitar. This was your chance.

You had spoken to him once, you had both picked up each other’s orders at the counter and had to swap them back. He had opened his mouth as if to say something more before he left but shook his head and hurried away before he had chance. He had wanted to ask if you would give him your number or meet perhaps one evening but he realised he shouldn’t have even stopped to order his drink. There was something of a time-sensitive emergency that he couldn’t possibly explain to you so rather than dragging you into his often dangerous and plain annoying world, he left you watching him leave.

You wished you had said something. Anything would have done. But you had clammed up, your gaze fixed on the floor rather than lingering on him in the way you wished you had. You wished you had traced every feature, memorised every inch and committed it to your mind forever.

That was okay though, because today could be that day. Today you would at least tell him how much you loved his music. If nothing else.You walked up slowly, not realising that the small group of young people that had arrived during the performance were there for him. To be honest, you wouldn’t have been surprised to discover that the entire crowd was only there to watch him. It was why you found yourself never missing the first weekend of the month anyway.

“Uh, hi…” You cleared your throat, he didn’t seem to hear you as he packed his guitar away, “Hello?”

“Yes, yes, can I help you?” He turned and saw that it was you and wished to God his words hadn’t sounded so dismissive. You took a subconscious step back from him and your eyes immediately dropped to the floor. You had always been this way, reserved and struggling to express yourself. You shut off when you thought that someone might laugh or reject you in some way.

The truth was, he liked you. Hadn’t stopped thinking about you since that time with the mixed up coffee cups. There just had never been the right moment, much like right now there was always some demon in the way.

His smile warmed you when you glanced briefly back at his face, he appeared more friendly now that he realised who was speaking to him. He was still somewhat distracted, he kept glancing behind you at the kids that were gesturing wildly and acting out a very amateur interpretation of what they had just been facing in the haunted house.

You were so nervous, you didn’t want to be this nervous about this. You wished you were confident and suave and could convince him to drop any plans he may have had for the rest of the evening and spend his time with you alone. But you were determined at least. You weren’t going to walk away without saying anything, not this time. A promise was a promise and even though it was only with yourself, you decided that it needed to be honoured. Or you would forever be torturing yourself with what ifs.

Your palms were sweaty, you quickly tried to dry them on the material of your clothing as you took a deep, deep breath. Your knees became weak and time began to slow but your heart rate quickened. He smelled so good and you looked down before resolving yourself and raising your eyeline to the back of his head where he was leaning over to pack up his stuff.

“I wanted to know if…” You had a tendency to mumble your words but today they had just evaded you all together. Trailed off into nothing. You couldn’t hide your disappointment in yourself and his distracted nature as he continued to hurriedly pack away his guitar.

“I hope my haste hasn’t made you believe that I’m not interested in speaking with you. It’s in fact quite the opposite these young people are in some sort of peril that I now have to attempt to fix most likely before sunrise” he muttered, gesturing to the group that still appeared somewhat shellshocked at even the idea that the man would spend his evening singing in this way.

“Are, uh, they family?” You looked at them, wondering if you had completely made a fool of yourself and these potential children of his would momentarily part and allow his spouse to walk towards to and embarrass you in front of the small crowd.

“I suppose in a way. Not by blood but they do rely on me to a certain extent”

“That’s really sweet…” You said softly, feeling a heat rising in your cheeks as you said it. If he had caught it, he was a gentleman and didn’t comment.

“Uh, if there’s anything that you need help with…” You let your offer hang in the air and he looked up from what he was doing to smile at you faintly. He had a good feeling about you, but alas he couldn’t leave the group waiting any longer. They appeared concerned.

“These aren’t the usual teenage tribulations, I’m afraid. They are more… demonic in nature. Is this something you have any experience in?” He asked you this hopefully and it made you wish more than anything in the world that you were some rogue demon hunter but the truth was, you were so shy that you avoided a lot of the human population never mind the demon population who were much harder to stumble across, say, doing your grocery shopping.

“Well, no b-but my, uh, cousin knew a demon once…” you realised just how stupid you sounded only after the sentence left your mouth. You did, of course, know demons and vampires existed. You weren’t unaware, you were just shy and hadn’t actually ever faced one before.

“Giles! We gotta encounter of the dead kind over here” the group finally interrupted.

“We need to make with the books and the, uh, more books…”

“I apologise, I really must go”

“It was nice to-” You started but, you had blinked and he had already disappeared with the group of teenagers. You sighed, cursing yourself as you started to leave the coffee shop.

You decided to walk the long way home. You enjoyed walking at night. It was a wonder really, living in Sunnydale and being partial to a late night walk that you had never once crossed paths with a vampire. Perhaps you were just lucky.

You kicked a rock sullenly as you wished you had offered to help or just gave him your number or actually done something to show your interest. It just never seemed to be the right time.

Before you knew it you had been walking in circles, wrapped up in your own regret. Your eyes hadn’t moved from the pavement and that was how you had managed to turn the corner and bump straight into him again. And his group of younger friends.

“It’s, Y/n, isn’t it? We appear to keep meeting at the wrong times” He joked, referencing the coffee incident and now, the life or death situation. Easily comparable, of course.

He knew your name. Perhaps it was a potential concussion from knocking into him but you were in a daze at the fact that he had spoken your name. Your name on such heavenly lips. You smiled softly as he introduced himself, though hurriedly, as Giles had a Slayer to save.

You had caught them coming back from meeting Genevieve Holt. Who had ran the frat house when it had been a children’s home. Now, it was just haunted by poltergeists and drunken regrets. Seemingly, because she had punished them for sexual thoughts, the lust brought in by the Slayer and her boyfriend had ignited something and the repressed energy in the house was now releasing.

“Do you know how to help two people compelled to have lots of sex?” One of the very blunt teenagers asked. You later found out she was over a thousand years old.

“Maybe give them a condom, I don’t know” You shrugged, looking a little embarrassed when you realised you had said that out loud. But by the amused looks on their faces you needn’t have been embarrassed.

“They are feeding the energy of once repressed spectres which now haunt the house. The, ah, sex acts as a sort of battery that will inevitably run out. Thus, ending the lives of the two at the centre” Giles explained. Which left the group silent again for a moment as they thought of the potential that their friends may die.

“Oh then maybe a spell or some kind of exorcism…” you said, your face thankfully not betraying how absurd you felt in this sudden situation.

Your usual shy nature had been pushed down, you wanted to help. So you tried your very best to muster up all of the confidence that you possessed. 

The discussion became urgent as you followed the others to Giles’ home. You didn’t catch the glint in his eye as he saw that you were joining them. You couldn’t very well just tell them to have a good evening and that you hoped that their friends didn’t die in some sex related haunting now could you? Giles muttered something about a book that he needed to help you all summon the poltergeists and try and make it so that this Buffy and Riley they spoke about had a chance at survival.

“You want the Salem Codex, it has a better translation” You said suddenly and Giles nodded, reaching for the exact book you had just mentioned.

“Check out walking encyclopaedia here”

“I thought you said that you had no experience with demons?”

“I don’t, I’m just well-read” You shrugged again, but Giles’ eyes hadn’t left your form. He was in awe of you. You had a lot of downtime and you liked reading, what can you say? You had been gifted a lot of books on magic by your cousin’s ex. The demon you had never actually met. Doyle or something.

He was growing to enjoy your company, even the brief moments you had spent with him here. Your love of knowledge, the way that you were so calm even under the pressure of trying to save someone’s life. Even though you had always appeared shy before. And you had thrown yourself into helping without even considering backing away. You were a good person.

But he had to quickly snap himself out of it so that he could find the correct spell. While he did so and Tara and Willow joined you to summon the ghosts that haunted Lowell house, Xander and Anya went to go and try and save their friends.

You had always been a little nervous about trying spells. Of course you thought it was cool and you didn’t doubt the existence of it. You were just a little cautious.

You joined them, reciting the words and standing close to Giles. You tried very hard not to be distracted by the proximity, this was very important after all. You settled by just stealing a few side glances as he set up the table you were all stood around.

Tara and Willow looked at each other as they sensed the power that you had added to the circle. Nobody mentioned anything, you all kept on task. You gasped when the ghosts appeared, it was unlike anything you had ever seen. You felt it, their lives, their pain.

The witches tried to speak to the ghosts, to reason with them. However, before the exorcism could be finished the table in the centre of the room was thrown across the room and the children had disappeared just as quickly as they had arrived. You just hoped that it would be enough.

After some pacing and waiting to find out if you had given Xander and Anya enough time to reach their friends. You eventually received a call to say that Buffy and Riley were safe but wholly ungrateful for everything you had all done to help them.

Giles smiled at you, he had been observing you closely as you waited. You were incredibly attractive and clearly more powerful than even you realised. As you left the two women and Giles invited tyou to his house, with the red haired one giving him a meaningful look, you started to realise what had just happened.

You had done magic! You had actually helped save someone’s life! It was exhilarating and scary and so many things all rolled into one. Especially as by this portion of the night you would usually have been long since curled up with a book.

“That was probably one of the strangest nights of my life” You admitted once you were sat in his living room with a warm drink in hand. His fingers had lingered on the cup as he passed it to you, grazing yours. It was like electricity sparking between you.

“It was one of the milder perils in this town” He commented, shaking his head and smiling in that way that brightened up his entire face. You were trying your very best not to just stare at him and make him uncomfortable. But it was so hard, he was so fucking good looking.

There was a short silence, where Giles was debating whether to ask if you would like to see him again. You were everything he had ever wanted. And more. He envisioned spending a lot of time with you in his future. However, you had been filling up with all the unsaid things that you had wanted to tell him. And they all finally exploded from your mouth as you beat him to it.

“I- I really like you and I was thinking that perhaps we could go and get a drink together, not that this drink isn’t nice it’s fine – great! It’s really great it’s actually my favourite but I was thinking that perhaps we could actually go out and maybe not a date if you aren’t into that sort of thing but I would just really, really like to get to know you and it would be so good to-”

You hadn’t stopped for a breath but you had been quickly cut off by the man you were attempting to invite on a date as he pressed his lips to yours. He had smiled at your words, you could feel it in his kiss. You reached for him, deepening the kiss and trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not. His cologne enveloped you as you ran a hand through his hair, lips moving against his in such deep and unwavering display of affection. It was as if you were made for each other. It just felt so right.

You tried not to think about the whining noise you made when he slowly pulled back from the kiss, allowing you to take a much needed breath. He leaned against you, humour still in his eyes at your outburst. His eyes closed slowly, as if he were saving this image to memory before he moved to your ear.

“I hope you don’t think me too forward, I have wanted to kiss you since the moment my eyes met yours in the crowd six months ago” He whispered in your ear, then pressed a kiss against your cheek.

You were speechless, unable to explain anything or remember even what your name was, you just reached for him again. Showing him how much you appreciated his ‘forwardness’ by initiating another kiss.

[vampswritings]

i just — watching the ferocity in which anya smacks giles on the head with that book in tabula rasa this time knocked something awake inside of my brain

new annoyance to lovers for giles has set up camp, and does the man really know how to do love any other way??

[liam-summers]

Buffy The Vampire Slayer 

I Only Have Eyes For You | 2.19 | First Broadcast on April 28, 1998

[otherworldlychemistry]

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[petpluto]

I wish the show had given us more glimpses into Xander and Anya’s relationship away from the rest of the gang. What we do see seems sweet, and they both are at ease and calm with each other in ways they’re not - for a variety of reasons - in public. In OMwF before the singing, Xander is content and excited to make them breakfast. And what we do hear about their relationship in front of the scoobs is snippets of Xander actively trying to help Anya integrate into the gang (and the world at large) and setting boundaries.

I know Xander’s “employee - employer vocabulary no-nos” bother some in both content and delivery; but to me, it’s representative of Xander’s understanding of Anya’s personality and both her attributes and limitations, and how hard he works to help her. He anticipates where Anya and Giles will clash, and works to mitigate those clashes to help insulate Anya from Giles’ annoyance and wrath. Xander sat down and came up with at least 5 but potentially more areas he saw where there would most likely be conflict, and worked with Anya to overcome them. He can’t go to Giles - he isn’t Giles’ favorite person either. But he can think about how to help Anya, and how to guide her in this one area. He puts so much more thought in how to help Anya have a genial relationship with Giles than he does for himself, and he wanted Giles to see him as a son at one point.

And when Anya does things he finds uncomfortable, says things he finds uncomfortable, he has conversations with her in private about it. "Ok... remember how we talked about private conversations and how they're less private when they're in front of my friends?” He isn’t perfect (and neither is Anya), but he does try to address his and his friends’ discomfort. And he eventually compromises. He either bends or accepts Anya’s ways, and even talks openly about being bathed in a sexy way, not a geriatric way.

Anya loves Xander. I believe it because she continually faces her worst fear - death - to be with him. But Xander wholeheartedly loves Anya, too. He’s snarky and sometimes cutting, but the sheer amount of *time* he spends on their relationship and Anya’s relationship with the others is his declaration of love.