#btvs angel x reader

[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!”

[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.

[i-heart-slashers]

[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

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

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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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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

[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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[prose-for-hire]

lowkey incompatible words but could you do Angelus + affection please?

A/n: I do actually enjoy writing Angelus and I tried my very best to aim for affection lol !!

Warning for blood and killing mention and Angelus stuff, vamp reader, thanks for this love I enjoyed it !! 💖

Love and honour were hellish words to him. Tenderness was weakness in his eyes. He hated Spike and Drusilla’s affection because it was a distraction. He had plans, big plans and they managed to get their feelings involved and mess it all up.

But when he found you it was impossible to stay away. He had found his own distraction, his own weakness. You drove him crazy, he hated you because he wanted you more than anything on Earth. He needed you, his mind thinking only of you.

You were his favourite obsession. His perfect weakness. He craved you the way he craved blood. The way he craved destruction and all evil deeds.

You were already sired and as bad as they come, looking to find yourself something exciting to fill your eternity with on the Hellmouth. And boy did you find it, just… not quite in the way you expected.

Angelus was cruel and there was a certain art to his brutality. You had never seen anyone (undead included) that took such pleasure from killing so indiscriminately. He drew you in, the danger excited you.

What you didn’t bank on was a need for connection within. A loyalty that somehow extended beyond himself. Only for you.

It twisted him up inside. Liking you was wrong to him but it made him want to do it more. After trying every mortal sin he only had his own nature left to explore.

He turned hot and cold with you when he caught himself softening, his anger at you for making him this way burned like fire. It hurt, but God did he make up for it with his affection.

He doted, he truly did. He kept you by his side always. He took you out anywhere you wanted to eat, you got your pick of the very best and freshest blood Sunnydale had to offer. He tortured anyone that tried to get close to you and he protected you in every way he could from the Slayer.

He killed for you. He went against his very nature for you. And it would only ever be you.

One night, you stayed in bed the entire time, feeding only on leftovers when he was usually so amped to kill fresh each night. His arm lazily around your shoulder as he pulled you close. He pressed kisses against your jaw and your neck, nipping and grazing against what had once been your pulse point.

“Nights like these, I feel for you”

He whispered against your skin, a sudden rough grasp at your limbs at what had tumbled from his mouth. You acted as if you hadn’t heard and he allowed himself to feel again.

He pressed kisses that would have been pure from any other mouth into your bare skin, a poison that you would never need an antidote for settled where your soul had been. It would only be filled by him.

You were his best distraction. The only one that he allowed his possession turn to affection.

[iwritefandomimagines]

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

[angelus-scripturae]

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[denim-devil]

Do you write for buffy the vampire slayer characters?

Like some of the male characters x male reader? Nobody does and I've been looking!?

And do you write smut? Or fluff?

I do! I mainly write for Spike and Angel, I write both smut and fluff so go ahead and request if you’d like love!

[starchants]

COME GET LOST IN THE SHADOWS

dorothea pinegrove ; general headcanons.

word count — 1,590.

themes + warnings ; pregnancy and birth (as i know some are not comfortable with that), angst, physical & mental & emotional abuse in a forced marriage, badass witch, death, brief talks about hallucinations and the source.

author’s note — i got overly excited from writing more about angel’s / angelus’ past and mentioning his mother that i decided to post all about my headcanons of her <3! also she’ll be in my original characters section of my blog so y’all can request things with her as well as any other character that i write for! also editing this to say (as of december 1st, 2024) this is the longest piece i’ve written on this blog oops? i fear i love dorothea a little too much like her son!

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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welcome to my ramblings about our beloved horrific vampire’s mother whom i have taken to name her … dorothea pinegrove ✨🩷!

she’s a beautiful brunette woman with hazel eyes. she has soft yet firm features that truly shows she has been through a lot in her life. she appears as if she is the one in charge in many situations and mostly she is, unless it comes to her own marriage, but she’s a very headstrong woman and you can see that written all over her.

i’ll share her fancast with y’all overtime if you happen to love her 🤭 because her fancast suits her perfectly 🥹

so let’s start all the way back to her childhood!!

dorothea pinegrove was born to a newly-widowed woman that had lost her way after her husband’s death which had lead her to being taken in from a nearby secretive coven of witches who had then taught her and dorothea, as she grew up, all about what it takes to be a witch and to connect with the universe itself. her mother soon leaves the coven and stops practicing witchcraft, a few years later, once some women had been put into trials surrounding the topic and yet dorothea had stayed with her fellow witches and the few warlocks that had befriended the mostly feminine coven.

she was never the one to shy away from her magic and embraced it as it was merely the only thing keeping her sane in her boring town that she lived in, allowing everyone to try and insult her for living her truth. she had gone through a lot with the townspeople, after all, they did try and slaughter her throughout the years as she grew yet as she grew up — so did her magic and what she could do with it.

dorothea had learned certain spells and tricks that she could do with the mind, which had led into being one of her favorite subjects and practices of hers. later on in life, and found in many of the tales in rupert giles’ personal at-home book collection, being deemed as the retorta moderatoris. she simply loved toying with her victims and messing with their heads, changing their perspectives and breaking them like they were simply dolls to be played with. a skill that she later passed on to her future beloved son who would then destroy drusilla.

upon her sixteenth birthday she had been found by a man named draven who had saw her performing a lovely ritual underneath the moonlight as a way of celebrating and honoring the full moon and all its beauty. instead of reporting her to the people of the town, claiming that the ritual was something more of evil intent instead of the honest truth of it being something of celebration, he had demanded that she would marry him that night in order for him not to run to the town and start a riot over her.

dorothea had with the knowledge of what would happen to her if the town had discovered her beloved ritual along with the glimpse of the future she had gotten upon meeting the man — agreed to marry him. fully knowing the hell that would greet her within their marriage would be easier to handle than what would come from the townspeople that were just waiting for her to slip up so that they would be in their own right to murder her.

the only two good things, that came from her marriage with draven and all the hell that she would take from him, happened to be — the fact that she could use her magic whenever she chose to do so and nobody in the town would say anything as her husband would loudly boast how he had the most powerful woman in town wrapped around his finger and at his very command, and her precious beloved son that she was pregnant with by the time she reached the age of eighteen. luckily for her, during her pregnancy and until liam had reached the age of two years old, draven had paused his physical forms of abuse upon her.

dorothea spent liam’s entire childhood teaching him all about her abilities, what herbs went into certain potions and spell jars, what certain crystals could do for their owners or within certain spells, how to perform rituals and spells, along with teaching him the phases of the moon. though whenever they were alone, not bothered by draven, she would take to calling him by the name she wished she had given him at birth — angelus. you see, he was always the curious child who had a soft spot for his mother and her craft, usually speaking highly of other witches and gypsies who had similar skills to witches. this was something that dorothea had prided herself on.

sadly their shared joy and time together had come to an end upon liam’s thirteenth birthday. dorothea had done something she never should have, according to her husband, and used a honey jar to try and make her husband be a bit sweeter and less rough upon her. clearly her spell had not worked and made him worse, it had backfired upon her. liam had come down the stairs in the morning of his thirteenth birthday to discover his father standing over his mother’s broken, bruised, and bloody body that was no longer moving nor breathing. that day had been the day where liam started transforming into a nearly as cruel man as his father.

dorothea spent her afterlife watching over her dear boy with her heartbreaking as she watched him transform into a younger version of her dear husband. she wished and she hoped and prayed to the source, the first ever deity to ever exist in all the multiverses, that there could be a way that her son could escape draven and be his own man. she was luckily gifted with the appearance of darla, a pretty blonde force of a vampire to be messed with, someone who gained her trust as she noticed the vampire’s adoration for her son.

she had been pleased when the blonde vampire loved her son enough to turn him into one like her. she had been at his grave squatting down in front of it, watching as he dug himself out and smiled softly at him while she called out his true name, angelus, which made her very much pleased when he started claiming that was his name. dorothea had softly called to him, using whatever small time she had been gifted from the source, to persuade her son into murdering his own father. as she had watched the blood be drained from draven’s body from her son’s own teeth, she had lovingly praised him and spoke about how proud of him she was. only to be even more pleased when draven’s buddies had entered their family home and she watched as angelus had murdered them all, practically clapping and spinning around in pure excitement at her son’s own horrendous actions.

she spent years being excited and praising her son from beyond her grave, as she watched over him and how he soon turned a beautiful brunette woman who had been able to see glimpses of the future like her. dorothea felt no sympathy towards drusilla as she felt the same strength had she had within herself — within drusilla. she knew that drusilla could take the mental and physical torture that her son would perform upon her.

later on, when a gypsy had — out of fear — cursed him with getting his soul back ; dorothea had been gifted from the source, her own ability to tie in a spell of her own. a resurrection spell that was tied with the dark voided soul of angelus. one that had her kneeling before her son whom was screaming out in pain due to the other woman’s spell before she had placed her hands upon his face. she began taking away his pain as she simultaneously tied that resurrection spell to her son, as he was gaining his memories back and angelus was fading away. due to her own spell, angelus would never truly leave angel’s mind and would sit in the back of it.

then dorothea would continue her journey of overseeing her dear boy, seeing his struggle between being good and being bad as his memories from his soul being gone plagued him. angel had a period in time where those little blood vials that he would drink would lead to him hallucinating his own mother which would make her happy as she would be able to spend time with her own son. she ended up being the reason for him to escape the hotel, in the fifties, as the source had allowed her to perform yet another spell which had her thanking the source endlessly as the deity seemed to like her well enough to allow her to ensure that her son would be safe.

the reason why it had hurt angel so much, once him and buffy had soon slept with one another, wasn’t because it was angelus returning — it was because his own mother was returning at the same time. leaving the pair of them to terrorize the small town of sunnydale together, hand in hand as mother and son. dorothea loved her son, whether he was angelus or if he was angel, he was still her precious baby boy and nobody would ever take her away from him again — she’d make sure of it.

[the-fandom-abyss]

hello!!! congrats on 600 followers, that's a huge milestone!! i love this concept so much aaah so i couldn't NOT participate this may get very long i apologize in advance LOL

i'm trans and queer (they/he), i don't really have a particular preference in gender. i'd love to be paired with a character from buffy the vampire slayer!!

about me: i like to consider myself a pretty creative person! i've been drawing all my life, i love to write from time to time, and on rare occasions i have been known to put together random strings of music lol. i play guitar, ukulele and piano (although i am rusty in all of them) multiple people in my life have called me intimidating and i have never understood why they think that!! i feel like i'm pretty friendly i just am socially awkward DJFJDFH i'd say some of my strengths are that i'm very passionate, i think i'm pretty empathetic and very determined! some weaknesses are that i'm stubborn, i'm bad at regulating my emotions, and i am kind of a recluse

appearance: i am short. literally 5' tall. i have bleach blonde hair and my personal style changes a lot, but you can either find me in gay vampire apparel or white boy xander-esq apparel. or i'm just wearing a band tee and jeans

misc: my love language is a very close tie between quality time and words of affirmation, but i think quality time is more important to me. i like it when people listen to me talk about things that make me happy!!! if someone does that i would probably fall in love with them on the spot!!! i am a hufflepuff. i have always been a hufflepuff and i will always be a hufflepuff my dream date would probably be staying in, eating pizza and marathoning my favorite slasher films. or just my favorite movies in general because i have amazing taste

that's all!! i think!!! thank you for indulging me and i hope you have a wonderful, wonderful day :D

I ship you with Tara Maclay!

So with your artistic side, Tara would embrace it with her entire being. She would decorate her dorm or shared living space with paint, oils, easels, charcoals and all things creative. She would even offer herself up to be your canvas as you decorate her skin with colours and shapes. She would always be supportive of your creativity and wherever it takes you.

Tara is very shy in nature and through the course of the show, you can tell she is not much of a talker. She would much prefer to be a listener in social experiences. She enjoys listening to your infodumps about fun facts, media, your daily activities and just things that make up you. She just loves the way you light up, how enthusiastic you become, she just loves you happy.

Quality time would be Tara’s love language which she would show you through her thoughtful date ideas. She just wants you all to herself after a busy day of college so she’ll rent the newest movie. Or she’ll set up a creative space whether that be writing, painting, musical or just rearranging her dorm room. Any time with you is time well spent.

I ship you with Angel!

Angel has had his fair share of adventure in his years but nothing is more special to him than a night in with you. He will go the extra effort to find all your favourite snacks, decorate his home for your comfort, blankets galore to combat the cold that his home provides. As he watches your favourite movies, he will introduce you to movies that he loved throughout his time. Some may surprise you but that’s all part of the fun.

I have this image of Angel sitting next to you as you lazily play the piano. He’ll jump in with little notes to elevate the tune you were playing. In the end, you’d both be playing the piano, just trying to match the other rhythm. He would take your hands and guide you through the sheets of music, helping you shake off that rust and build your skills. I just feel this would be so romantic and gentle and sweet.

Angel has spent most of his vampire life hiding in the shadows, avoiding being noticed by human civilisation. So this can make him very inexperienced when it comes to emotions, social interactions and being well equipped to handle it all. So regulating emotions will be something that you both will need to navigate together. In time he will start to recognise your emotions and know a few strategies, while you will begin to feel comfortable around him to open up. It will be a huge learning experience for you both but it’s something that can only be done together

[darling-i-read-it]

Replacement

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

Word Count: 2.6k

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

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

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

Genre: mostly fluff! 

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

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

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

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

“Do you know who it is?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Duty calls.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure thing.”

“Have fun.” 

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?” He cleared his throat. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm?” 

“Where’s Rupert?” 

“Out.” 

“What was it? Westley?”

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

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

“Do you know where Rupert is?” 

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

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

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

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

“You met the replacement.” 

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

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

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

“That’s unhealthy,” Buffy noted. 

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

“Whatcha reading?”

“You’re miraculously calm.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Generally.” 

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

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

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

He nodded gently, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

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

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

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

“I have to speak to Mr. Giles.” 

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

-

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

Leaving you alone with Wesley. 

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

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

“He fraternized with a colleague?” 

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

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

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

“Classic.”

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

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

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

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

You were alone with Rupert. Finally.

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

“Am I so predictable?”

“You’re a classic.” 

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

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

“Wesley will never be you.” 

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.” 

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

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

“Hm?” 

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

“Under the desk.” 

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

“Oh?” You shrugged. 

“Yes sir.” 

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

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

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

Wesley turned back to bother Buffy some more.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald, Tuesday, November 26

Giles: Josephus du Lac was buried here. He belonged to a religious sect that was excommunicated by the Vatican at the turn of the century. Buffy: Excommunicated *and* sent to Sunnydale. There's a guy big with the sinning. Giles: You remember the book that was stolen from the library by a vampire a few weeks ago? Buffy: Yeah. Giles: It was written by Du Lac. Damn it! I let it slip my mind with all the excitement. Buffy: I'm guessing it wasn't a 'Taste of the Vatican' cookbook.

~~Buffy Episode #21: "What's My Line, Pt I" ~~

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PODCAST: Episode 51 - Attack of the Purple Ninja! (Enemies) by The Sunnydale Diaries

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