#btvs angel x reader

[prose-for-hire]

Headcanons for spending the Christmas period with the Scoobies:

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! ❄️

A/N: I think most main characters are mentioned, so there should be a little something for everyone (You seem to get on with everyone, you’re welcome).

She’s a long one, so it’s below the cut.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and food mention. Also a bunch of super cheesy holiday cheer (yay). 

- Giles is, naturally hosted the big meal

- Nobody had any plans that year and so he just said that his door was open if anybody wanted to come

- But he had enough food planned out for the entire Hellmouth by then

- Xander was the first to agree, Christmas around his place was not what you would call festive

- Xander had taken to insisting you and the others did Christmas activities leading up to Christmas, you couldn’t tell if this was because he wanted to stay clear of his parents or not

- Either way, you always agreed. That night it was baking and assembling gingerbread houses

- His collapsed about twenty times before he gave in

- While you were fixing his and your own, he decided to convince you all to come on Christmas Day

- Willow reminded the room once again that she was Jewish and wouldn’t be celebrating Christmas

- But when Xander decided that it was less a celebration of Christmas and more a way to warm up your holiday blues together, she agreed

- So did you, Buffy and Dawn

- (It was a rare holiday season that had lined up where you were all single and without your family around)

- After finishing the gingerbread houses Buffy called Giles in to get him to judge the best gingerbread house

- When he stopped in front of the leaning tower of gingerbread that had been Xander’s effort everyone’s jaw dropped

- Xander cheered and gloated his way around the room, conveniently forgetting that it was technically your win

- You had done all the hard work after all

- Dawn sulked in the corner for the rest of the evening after not winning the contest

- Later that month, as Giles was still planning what had turned into a five-course meal at this point, you had been surprised by a visit from Angel

- He was surprisingly big on Christmas and had brought Christmas presents early, muttering something about an LA apocalypse between then and the big day

- He was annoyingly good at gift-giving, he’s more of a listener than a talker

- So you knew you had to get him something equally as good

- You had to race to the store that evening, having not even started your gift shopping yet

- You had Tara and Anya with you, bribing them into coming by buying them something at the Espresso Pump

- You had to get gifts for Angel and his team, you knew Cordy the best and you really missed her (and her high standards) so you needed to pick something very good for them

- The crowds were hard to manoeuvre through and Anya kept elbowing people off the sidewalk that wondered into her path

- It was why you had invited her, she was like a battering ram in these kinds of situations

- She also always had a knack for haggling

- You had found some dusty antique books for Angel and she managed to get the price right down for you

- (but she also warned that if you bought her anything discounted for Christmas you would be sorry)

- By the time you were done it was late and you still needed to wrap your presents

- You grin, having an idea

- You called up your friends, inviting them over to your apartment

- For a ‘gift wrapping party’

- Aka a Trick-your-friends-into-helping-you-wrap-presents-party

- Xander brought alcohol and some gifts for Angel’s team he clearly swiped from a gas station on his way to your place

- Willow had already wrapped hers (cos she loved giving gifts, not because she wanted to be involved Christmas) and she had helped with Buffy’s too 

- but they both came for the party element

- (and… to help you obviously)

- Tara and Anya were already with you, seemingly in high spirits despite the three of you having to fight your way out of the mall

- You cranked the Christmas music up and everyone got their preferred drinks, some danced while the rest of you wrapped up your presents

- You had even bought Oz a little gift, knowing that Angel would no doubt see him in LA when he was touring

- You had always been close with Oz and you knew that although he wasn’t big on Christmas, you wanted him to know that you thought about him

- Angel ended up crashing, literally having heard your music from across town

- He was a bit hurt that you hadn’t invited him but once you explained why, you swear he smiled at you

- Maybe just for a split second

- But that was a Christmas miracle in itself

- You hugged him and loaded him up with presents for him and his team

- He was really grateful and you all partied through the night

- Angel seemed to relax and so did everyone else

- There were drinking games and a lot of bad singing to Christmas hits

- After recovering from your party and saying bye to Angel (and wishing him good luck for his apocalypse) you all piled round to Giles’ place

- You promised that you would help decorate

-You and Buffy were in charge of the tree

- While Anya, Tara and Xander were hanging paper chains

- (with anya and Xander fighting over the placement)

- Willow had joined Giles in the kitchen, watching the cookies that they had made

- Willow and Tara had been very close at your party the night before

- You decided you needed to do a bit of match-making

- You asked Giles to help you reach the top of the tree, getting him out of the kitchen

- When Buffy saw what you were doing, she instantly understood and winked at you

- Buffy went over to Tara, under the pretence of saving her from being stuck in the middle of another argument with Xander and Anya

- The witch went into the kitchen, unaware that it had been perfectly orchestrated by you and Buffy

- When you heard laughter coming from the kitchen your heart leapt

- You could only hope they were going to be together again

- By the time you were done, the house looked amazing

- Giles thanked you all with festive drinks and freshly baked cookies

- Everyone kept asking you what you wanted for Christmas, you were apparently notoriously hard to buy for

- They all groaned when you told them your only wish was for snow

- Some days, you were such a cliché

- By Christmas Eve, you had all of your presents wrapped and ready to take to Giles’ for the next day

- You had made a short trip to the hospital to visit Faith, none of you had been on the best terms when she was last conscious

- But you wanted her to know that she had someone thinking about her at this time of year

- You knew how lonely she had always been

- You left a Christmas card on her bedside table and replaced the grapes with ones you had freshly bought

- You squeezed her hand and told her she was invited to Christmas dinner the next day if she could hear you

- You ran more errands through the day, it was your favourite time of year so you didn’t mind one bit

- Most of it was ingredients for the ever-growing menu Giles had been

- He had a lot of spare time on his hands and he wanted to make it a good festive celebration for everyone

- You were laden with loads of bags, weaving through gravestones

- It was at this point you realised if any demon came your way you would be a great target

- You would not let go of the bags if your life depended on it, so a vampire could very easily overpower you

- Luckily though, nobody had stopped you

- Perhaps even demons had a little bit of Christmas spirit

- (Or, maybe, they had better things to do)

- You knocked twice on the door of the crypt before you entered

-  Spike squinted at you before muttering something to the tombstone next to him

-Harmony removed the lid and popped out to greet you

- You weren’t necessarily close with them, but they liked that you weren’t threatening their lives every time you saw them

- So, they let you off on a lot of things that they wouldn’t with anyone else

- Namely, they let you live despite often walking into the crypt they were living out of uninvited

- “Oh, I’m glad you’re here Harm!” you found yourself saying, much to the room’s surprise (mostly your own)

- You reached into your bag

- (that was much more akin to Santa’s sack by now)

- You handed her a wrapped present, it was a unicorn figurine

- She ripped into it and squealed with excitement

- “Spikey, look! Look! Aw, how cute! I can restart my collection after my horrible minions destroyed the others”

- She pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, whispering ‘oopsie’ when you made a noise that told her she was suffocating you

- “Don’t encourage her, pet, she’s already sending me round the bend about the bloody trinkets” He groaned as Harmony released you

- You were building yourself up to say something to Spike but you weren’t sure how to go about it

- You clutched the (gift wrapped) bottle of spirits in your hand, took a deep breath and tried your best

- “Spike, It’s Christmas and because at Christmas, you tell the truth… I wanted you to know that it wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t come to Giles for Christmas Dinner”

- Spike wasn’t convinced.

-He insisted it was a stupid idea, but he did snatch the liquor-shaped gift you bought him to try and convince him to come

- Honestly, as annoying as he could be, it just wouldn’t be the same without him at the meal

- It was a time to have good-will to all men (…women, people, demons and even vampires)

- So you wanted him to know he was invited

- He nodded at your gift and then gestured towards the black stocking hanging against the corner of one of the nicer tombstones in his crypt

- “Lucky dip” He said, a sparkle in his eye that meant only one thing

- It was some kind of trick

- You shuffled over there anyway, knowing that if you didn’t Harmony could probably bite you from where she was stood

- Having a chunk bitten out of you wouldn’t be the best Christmas present

- You reached in, frowning as you felt around inside the sock

- You retrieved your ‘present’, frowning at the object in your hands

- It was a single, unwrapped lump of coal

- “Uh, thanks… Spike. See you at Giles’ tomorrow”

- It was that or an tangerine, so you had lucked out really

- By Christmas morning, you were super excited

- You had always loved this time of year and you were so grateful to your little Scooby family

- You dressed quickly and made your way to Giles’, catching Dawn and Buffy on their way too

- Dawn hugged you and listed all the cool things that she had received from Buffy and her Mom

- (Joyce was on a trip for the holidays, healthy and promising to make it up to her girls in the new year)

- She liked talking to you because you never appeared to just be humouring her, you seemed genuinely enthusiastic about her new gifts

- Buffy mouthed ‘thank you’ to you and linked her arm with you

- You had never seen her so carefree and you were so glad that there had been no evil plots this Christmas

- When you arrived, Giles was busy in the kitchen but he did greet you over the sound of an electric mixer

- Willow and Tara arrived soon after, holding hands which made you smile

- Xander and Anya had even managed to keep the arguing to a minimum when they sat on the sofa in front of you

- It was so cosy and warm in Giles’ living room

- There was a fire, helped along by the coal you had sourced from Spike

- The tree looked beautiful in the corner and everyone was in a good mood

- You couldn’t remember a time when you and your friends had been so happy

- You laid the table as Xander found something festive on the tv

- Willow and Tara had brought dessert and were discussing the recipe with Anya who was looking into trying human hobbies in the new year

- She was apparently going to start with baking

- You all tucked into the meal, it was so much food but the best you had ever tasted

- Giles had covered every single food group

- After you couldn’t possibly eat any more of Giles’ food, you pulled Christmas crackers that Giles had brought

- You all groaned at the terrible jokes and fought over the colour of the little hats

- It was late afternoon when Spike took you all by surprise and entered the house, slamming the door behind him

- He grunted a greeting and went straight into piling a plate high with food

- You and Xander had to hold Buffy back more than once

- And Tara hid all the sharp wooden objects from the immediate area

- Giles gave you a withering look when he figured out who invited the vampire

- You apologised but convinced him that it was Christmas... which was your excuse for everything at this time of year

- It was lucky they were all so fond of you

- When you asked about why Harmony hadn’t come, Spike snorted almost shooting mashed potato through his nose

- He was on his third plate and it appeared to have a blood-gravy poured over the top which you tried not to think about too much

- “Didn’t want to come. ‘Fraid her archnemesis over there was setting a trap to ‘kill ‘er to death’” He gestured to Buffy who shrugged

- She was still 50/50 on whether or not to stake Spike, stating it would be giving the world a Christmas present

- But after a quick look from you, she rolled her eyes and ripped a turkey leg from the centre of the table

- Later on, you all played party games

- You paired with Giles, hoping that he would let you coast through the trivia questions

- Buffy and Xander were a team

- And Anya had to join with Willow and Tara (who were much more interested in each other than the game – which irritated a very competitive Anya)

- Dawn and Spike joined forces and managed beat you all

- Ending in you all accusing them of cheating

- Although none of you could figure out how they did it

- The argument settled down eventually and you swapped presents

- You all had a lot of fun that year and promised that this would be a new tradition

- Except Spike, who claimed that he would eat you all given half the chance

- You ignored this and focused on all the positive things

- Everyone loved your gifts

- And you got some great things, your friends knew you really well

- But your favourite gift came from Tara and Willow

- They led you outside, whispering under their breath

- You frowned for a moment until you saw it

- The first flakes of snow started to fall around you

- You couldn’t believe it, it never snowed in Sunnydale

- Everyone raced outside, making snowmen and snow angels

- You even had a massive snowball fight, where Spike sulked and went home when he realised he couldn’t even throw snow at you all without getting a headache

- You played in the snow until it the magic started to wear off

-You all went back in and warmed up, watching films together wrapped in blankets until late

- You couldn’t stop yourself grinning as you leaned against one of your friends

- It was the best Christmas you could remember

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RUMOR HAS IT

Angel series imagine

Angel x Fem! Witch! reader. Spike x Fem! Witch! reader

T.W.: language, mention of demons and vampires (obviously)

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I exit the elevator, entering the main floor of Wolfram and Hart. I exhale, second guessing the discission I made this morning, but I approach the person I consider my closest friend and proceed to tell her anyway.

" Hey Harm, can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course, you can, sweetie" the blonde responds, adding an encouraging smile. Here it goes.

" I, um, I think I'm in love with...

" a vampire " she finishes for me

" What? How do you..."

"Everyone knows y/n, well everyone except said vampire."

"You should tell him" She continues. Earning a gasp from me.

"Are you nuts? I can't tell him, ever." I argue.

"Well, why not, waiting for him to notice obviously isn't working."

"Harm, look at me, I'm just a witch, that's a big step down from slayer, I know how he feels about me, we are barely friends."

"You are a very powerful witch, and Buffy was forever ago, he's so over it." She pauses, thinking as deep as a she can before she continues." Okay, just do one thing for me, say it out loud" I look at her confused.

"You heard me" she pushes, and I know she won't shut up about this, and if I don't do this, she might just tell him herself.

I take another deep breath before giving her what she wants.

" I'm in love with..." My confession is interrupted by the elevator door opening, to reveal Angel and Spike caught in yet another of their famous arguments. I watch them both, until Harmony clears her throat

" you're in love with..." She repeats my statement, prompting me to continue. She doesn't have to smirk for me to know what she is doing. But I've got a few tricks.

" With an undead creature with a soul." I finish, proud of myself for keeping it cryptic. " Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a locator spell to work, that baby eating demon won't kill itself."

" that's not what I wanted to hear, y/n" she shouts at me as I stalk down the hall toward my office, unaware that my cryptic confession caused the vampires to stop their argument.

" did she just say what I think she said?"

"Sorry boss, but I can't tell you that, I wouldn't look good as a frog" I laugh at her statement, before closing my door.

**Time skip**

After days and nights of research, we did finally find and kill that demon. And now we are all exhausted and ready to head home, too bad we now have to file paperwork about the case. why, I have no clue, does someone actually want to read about this stuff, future watchers, maybe. But at least it will distract me from thinking about my other situation.

It just so happens that I end up in the elevator with spike, when suddenly, it jerks to a stop and the lights flicker off. As I go to ask what happened, the lights come back on, but the car doesn't move.

" Relax, love, I stopped it, wanted to talk to you"

" Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you too, just not in the elevator"

" It’s the only spot in this bloody place with privacy” He explains, before continuing. “You seemed a little distracted, is it that rumor, floating about?"

Well, yeah, I..." 

" You should tell him"

" Wait, who?"

"Angel, for someone who has been around awhile, he's bloody oblivious" he laughs at his diss toward Angel

" It must be a vampire thing then" I mutter, looking anywhere but his face.

" what's that supposed to mean"

When I don't answer, he grabs my shoulder, turning me to face him.

" I... I don't love angel, not like that."

" I heard you with Harmony, " undead creature with a s-" he cuts himself off, as his brain Catches up to his mouth "oh. Oh! You meant..." I nod and smile nervously, waiting for his response. He only smirks at me.

" Well, go on, tell me how I'm just a stupid little witch and you could never...oh" his lips are on mine. They are softer than I expected, and he taste like cigarettes and copper, that was expected. Somehow during our kiss, the elevator began moving again, and before we knew it, the doors opened.

I didn't want to pull away, but some of us still need to breath, when I did, he smiled at me and grabbed my hand.

"Well, there you two are...." Harmony cuts off mid-sentence and her lips stretch into a knowing smirk.

"What?" Spike, growled, pushing past her, rushing to get to my office.

As we reach my door, I hear her yell after us.

" it's about time"

[denim-devil]

Why have I completely disregarded Buffy from my head…Like I binged the show to WRITE FOR SPIKE AND ANGEL- rewatch?

[make-me-imagine]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Masterlist

If you find any incorrect or missing links please let me know!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist

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General Tag (All Posts) 

Birthday Scenario Game

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Spike:

Gif Imagine: Arguing with Spike

Headcanons:

Sleep and Anger/Violent

Crush > First Kiss  > Dating (fluff)

Sex + Foreplay (NSFW)

First Date (fluff/cute)

Oneshots/Drabbles:

“I’d take a bullet for you” (fluff/angst)

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?” (action/angst)

“What happened to your hands?”  (fluff)

‘Confession’ (fluff)

‘Awkward Confession’ (fluff)

Flirting and fighting monsters (action/fluff)

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?” (Christmas/Humor)

Married to Spike (Fluff)

Love, Hate (Action/Fluff)

‘Poison’ (angst/fluff)

“Cute” (fluff)

‘Lost in the woods’ (action/humor)

Frozen in Fear/Feeling of blood on your hands (Angst + Fluff)

Let Me Help (angst/comfort)

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Buffy:

Oneshot: “We’re supposed to be working” (suggestive)

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Giles

Oneshot: Platonic, teacher/student bond

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Angel

Oneshot: “If you say lets split up, I swear to God-” (Action)

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Oz

Ship Drabble (Reader Insert): ‘Holding Hands’ (fluff)

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Willow

Gif Imagine: Being Willows sibling and a witch (platonic)

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Xander

Gif Imagine: Being Xanders best-friend (platonic)

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Shared Minds and Shared Souls (13/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of trauma

Word Count: 4k

Part Summary: After her encounter with Glory, Y/N needs some rest. Then again... when does that ever happen! 

A/N: Spike is back!!!!

Masterlist

After the encounter with Glory, I'm in dire need of rest and go to bed early. I wake up to find Spike not in bed and I start to panic, fearing the worst. Throwing on a sweatshirt, I jog downstairs with no sign of anyone. 

"Hello!" I shout throughout the house and await an answer. It's too quiet, way too quiet. I exhale deeply, allowing myself to feel my energy glide down to my palms. Little flickers of lighting-like energy travel between my fingers. I creep into the kitchen, peaking around the corner just in case. "Hello?" 

"You're awake, good!" A voice remarks behind me. 

I jump and uncontrollably turn on all of the electronics in the kitchen, causing them to surge. Dawn yelps at the sudden sparks and I wave my hand to make it stop. 

"Jesus, Dawn!" I clench my chest. 

"Oops, sorry!" She frowns. "You were out for a whole two days! We found Tara and Willow by the way! They're back on." 

"If everything is all fine and dandy again, where is everyone?" I ask on my way to the dead coffee pot still holding a few cups. 

"Well, Buffy and Giles are in the desert, Spike went to fetch more blood, and the others are doing Glory research at the Magic Box," she explains. She rests against the counter by her backpack. 

"Wait, why are Buffy and Giles in the desert?" 

"To learn more about the first Slayer and figure out a way to defeat Glory," she states as though it's obvious.  

"Aw yeah, right, just another day at the office." I sigh, pouring some creamer into my coffee. 

Abruptly, the kitchen door swings open, revealing a smoking figure under a blanket. Spike. He tosses the blanket to the floor and pops up. 

He sighs and spots me in the corner. "Oh good, you're up." He walks around the counter toward me, not without ruffling Dawn's hair on the way. 

"Hi," I greet. 

"Hello, Love," he purrs with a smile. He leans in gives me a lingering kiss. 

"Ew, gross," Dawn grumbles. "I'm off to school." She announces as she picks up her backpack. 

"Wait, I'll drive you." I set down my coffee and prepare to go. 

"Do you think that's such a good idea, Love? You really took a hit the other day," Spike objects. 

"I'm fine," I assure him. 

"I'll be okay, thanks though," Dawn interjects. "Besides, Spike gave me some pepper spray and Holy Water just in case." 

I glance back at Spike disapprovingly. "Nice. Call when you get there so I know you're alive and come right back home after," I instruct Dawn. 

"Gotcha!" She offers a quick wave before heading out the kitchen door. 

"See ya Nibblet," Spike bids farewell. 

I head back to my coffee, stealing another sip. Spike slides down the counter, moving to stand in front of me with his hands gripping the counter. He slouches, leveling himself to me. 

"How are you feeling?" He checks in, bringing his hand up to brush my hair away from my face. 

"Drained, but still kicking," I snicker. 

"Thank God for that." He grins and plants a kiss on my forehead. "You know I was thinking..." He voices hesitantly against my skin. 

I roll my head back with a groan. "Oh, here we go." 

"Just hear me out," he requests. I show my reluctance with a huff but allows him to continue. "We should come up with a safe word or something that only you and I know in case Glory or anyone else tries to mess with your visions again. It would have to be random enough so no one could guess it." 

"I was thinking the same thing except a little different," I confess. 

"What did you have in mind?" 

"You're not going to like it. You're going to think I'm pushing myself too far," I predict. 

He nods. "You're probably right, but let's have a go." 

I move to step out of his embrace, nervous about how he'll take this. "Instead of a word or a phrase that someone could pry from my mind or manipulate, you would have to show me a particular memory that only you and I share. It would have to be significant enough that I would remember every detail and would be able to note any flaws if need be," I describe. 

 His brows scrunch together with worry. "Do you have one in mind?" 

I hum, "that day in the crypt." 

"You mean when we kissed and your eyes went all blue?" He recalls. "Why that memory?" 

"Because I'll never forget the feeling of the energy entering my body and no one else has ever experienced it so they wouldn't be able to emulate it. The energy was so overwhelming that for a moment I lost myself in it. If you can trigger that again by making me relive it then I'll know this world is real," I explain with a hint of hope. 

"You're right, I do think you'd be pushing yourself too far," Spike squashes my hope. 

"But Spike, I-" 

"No, Y/N!" He bursts, slamming his palms against the counter. "At this point, you'd already had your mind fucked with, then you're asking me to have you enter my mind, and then make you relive a power surge? What if I do trigger something within your powers and somehow you come out fried?" 

"I won't!" I argue. "I know my limits and after we blended entities I think I can handle it!" Spike laughs, not convinced in the slightest. I step forward and place my hand over his. "Spike, if I can survive dividing a soul with you I think I can take a few visions!" 

He meets my gaze pleadingly. "I won't risk losing you, not again." 

"You won't lose me!" I almost promise. "Besides, this is only for absolute emergencies. We may not even ever have to use it! Twice now Glory has fucked with my head and you've brought me back!" 

"Never again will she do that to you," he tells me. He brings his hands up to cup my face. "I promise. She'll have to kill me first." 

"No, don't say that!" I wrap my fingers around his wrists that hold me. "Don't put that kind of energy into the universe." 

"You witches and your superstitions," he snickers. 

"I'm serious! If anything ever happened to you-" 

"Nothing will happen to either of us! Okay?" His eyes flicker about my face at a rapid rate. "Baby, listen to me! I won't let Glory or any other nasty thing hurt us." 

I nod slowly, still afraid of what may come. To lose Spike would be to lose every will to live I have left. He's become my driving force, the base of my magic. Every good memory I have would be tarnished if the memory of him was lost. 

Spike notices my troubled expression and pulls me into an embrace. "It'll be okay," he whispers. 

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I refuse to allow Glory the chance to harm anyone I can about. She can fry my brain like an egg all she wants, I'll just kick her ass. If were to lay a single finger on Spike or Dawn or anyone, I'll break open the seal to Hell myself and hunt her down. 

For most of the afternoon, while Spike is out helping Buffy and the other Scoobies research Glory at the Magic Box, I remain at home. He's still convinced I'm too weak to help, has me locked here like a hospital patient. Well, I'm putting my prison sentence to use. I've never intentionally called upon a spirit, usually they just come to me, but I need to speak with Joyce. It goes against my entire belief system, to call upon the dead. Once someone is gone, they should be left to peace unless they choose to visit, but I don't have much choice. 

Since Spike left a few hours ago, I've been setting up for an apparition spell. To summon a deceased loved one takes a lot of magic and a lot of supplies. As a rookie, it's taken me a few tries. I'll get a gust of wind or an enlarged flame. It's all rather frustrating considering I'm supposed to be an exceptionally powerful witch. 

I had to wait for the moon to rise. I work better when it's nighttime because I feel a greater connection to the moon. Since sundown, I've tried four times at the spell. I twirl my black onyx within my hand to give my strength before I try for the fifth time. Maybe I'm just too distracted? I need to meditate or something, become zen. I'm so stressed that I'm not exactly one with the earth. 

Abruptly, I hear the front door open and I drop the crystal. 

"Y/N! Love?" Spike calls from the foyer. 

I curse under my breath. With a wave of my hand my bedroom door slams shut and locks. I turn my attention back to the pentagram etched out on my floor in black sand and candles. 

"Love, what are you doing?" Spike knocks on my door. "You better not be practicing magic! You're too weak!" 

I shut my eyes and focus. "Birth to Death. Life to end," I recite the spell from memory. 

"Y/N!" Spike shouts. 

"Loved one departed. Appear to me."

"Open the door!" He demands. 

"Hear my call. Show yourself." 

"Y/N!" 

My door clicks, Spike must've picked it that sneaky vamp! Keeping my eyes shut I wave my hand in his direction, conjuring an invisible wall to keep him back. There's a thud. He ran into it. 

He slams his fists against it. "Are you honestly magic binding me right now?!" He huffs. 

I return my focus to the spell. "You'd stop me otherwise," I mumble. 

"Love, what are you-" He gasps. "You aren't doing a resurrection spell?! You know how dangerous-" 

"It's an apparition spell," I grumble. "Before you get your panties all in a twist." I try to remain focused, but he's making it difficult. 

"You're too weak! You'll get hurt!" He tries to break down the barrier. "Doesn't it require a demon? You hate demons!" 

"Duh," I remark. Picking up the dagger beside me, I cut my palm and allow the blood to drop over the center of the pentagram. "Take my blood as a sacrifice. Be new." 

"Who-" 

Before Spike can ask, a large cloud of smoke appears from the center of the pentagram. A bolt of lightning strikes down from the ceiling suddenly. I roll out of the way and rise to my feet. It's working! 

A massive figure appears within the walls of the pentagram, lashing about. "I'm the Fierce Ravana and I-" The blue demon spots me once the smoke fades and his features change. "Oh, hey Y/N!" 

"Hi ya, Rav," I wave. 

"What a relief!" The demon relaxes. "You're my twenth call today! I'm pooped! What can I do for you? I figure it's not a resurrection," he predicts, knowing how I feel about all that. 

"Yeah no, just an apparition please," I request with a warm smile. 

"Aw no, who passed?" He pouts. 

"My aunt," I sigh. 

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Sugar Pie. Humans can be so fragile." His red eyes flicker behind me curiously. "Y/N, do you know there's a vampire behind you. Hi Spike," he waves. 

"Ravana," Spike greets. 

"Oh him? Yeah, I know. He's kinda my boyfriend," I shrug. 

"You're dating a vampire?!" Rav gasps, but can't hide the fact that he's impressed. "What happened to the whole 'I don't associate with evil entities and energies' blah blah blah. Which is sort of ironic considering we used to have Beverly Hills: 90210 wine nights!"

"Excuse me?" Spike voices behind me. 

I turn over my shoulder and explain swiftly. "We had a real bonding moment after I went to Ravana after my mom visited me in a dream. Long story." I give my attention back to Rav. "We should really start up those wine nights again! I've missed those!" 

"Have you been keeping up with the show?" The demon gushes. 

"Not since I got here!" I admit. 

"Oh, my Devil! Dylan and Kelly are all over the place!" He describes. 

"He needs to get back with Brenda!" I huff. 

"I know right!" 

"Guys! Y/N!" Willow calls from downstairs. They must be back from the Magic Box. "Y/N! We need you!" 

I frown. "Sorry Ravana, I'll call you!" 

"Girl, I got AIM now! Hit me up!" The demon waves goodbye before poofing away. 

The wall keeping Spike back falls and he stumbles a little. 

The vampire raises a brow. "90210 wine nights?" 

"Oh shut it," I grumble as I head out the door to check on Willow. 

Spike and I hurry downstairs to find Tara sprawled on the couch and Willow kneeling beside her. 

Willow looks to us with tears in her eyes. "I turned around for two seconds and... and she got her! She had her hands on her head and they were glowing and-" 

"Tara!" I sit down on the couch next to the limp girl. "Tara look at me!" Her eyes are open, but she's so weak she could be sleeping. "She's in shock. I'm going to have to cleanse her and if that doesn't work..." 

"What?!" Willow bursts. 

"I'll have to go in," I determine. 

"What? No way!" Spike objects. 

"I don't have a choice!" I shout, much to Spike's dismay. 

"You're not ready!" He fires back. 

"I'll be fine!" 

Frustrated, Spike paces about the living room. His arms cross over his chest as his jaw clenches. 

"I can't let Tara stay like a noodle forever! I'll go in, absorb Glory's energy and leave," I state, downplaying the whole thing. 

"Where will the energy go?" Willow whimpers. 

"To me. It'll stay there. Hopefully, I've built enough of a tolerance for it," I mutter. 

Spike halts. "And what if you haven't? What if you have another vision?!" Spike growls.

"You'll do what we discussed," I instruct sternly. 

"No, no we aren't even sure it'll work!" 

"I trust you!" 

His features fall. There's no winning. Either he lets me do this and risks me getting hurt or he fights me and we end up in a bigger argument. He shakes his head and turns his back to us. 

I give my attention to Willow, explaining the process. "This should only take a minute or two. When it's done, Tara will fall asleep and awake as herself. I'll be knocked out too. The next part is kind of iffy. Either I'll be normal or I'll be in a panic because I'll think all of this isn't real. Spike, that's when I'll need you to do." 

Spike glances over his shoulder, meeting my gaze with worry and reluctance. 

I give him a weak smile. "It'll be okay. You can do it... just focus," I nod. 

My focus falls on Tara. Her eyes remain locked on the ceiling absentmindedly. I rub my hands together, taking a second to relax before I enter her mind. No matter how many times I do this, it never gets easier.  I gently bring them up to press to her temples. Soon, my vision goes black. 

I awake on the floor, surrounded by a thin layer of water. I'm all wet. I lift myself off the floor and glance around. There's nothing but blackness. It's as though I'm in a warehouse, no doors, no windows, only endless blackness and black tile floors with a layer of ankle-deep water. The silence. I hate it. 

"Tara?!" I call out. "Tara?!" 

"No! No! No!" I hear Tara cry. 

I spin in a circle repeatedly. I don't see her. All I hear is me splashing the water. 

"I didn't do it!" Tara cries. 

"Tara!" I shout. 

"Tara!" An eerily familiar voice mocks me. 

Glory. 

The floor begins to shake and ripples appear in the water. Suddenly full-length mirrors, dozens of mirrors appear out from the floor and surround me. I stare at my wet reflection in them. I whip around, searching for Tara or Glory. 

"I knew you'd come..." Glory's voice echoes through the space. 

"You're not real!" I shout to prove to her and myself that I believe it. 

"Can't help but save everyone..." She giggles. 

"Where's Tara?!" 

"She's safe... elsewhere..." She adds quietly. 

"Show me!" I command. 

Glory's laugh booms through the room. My eyes flicker to the mirror in front of me and suddenly Glory appears behind me. I whip over my shoulder and she's not there. 

"Such a brave little witch..." She mocks. "Right where I want you. I knew you'd come. You'd sacrifice your mind for Tara's." 

I look in the mirror and instead she's behind me again. I spin and spin, only to see her in the mirror laughing at me. 

"Want to see something more interesting?" She offers. 

"I want nothing from you!" I hiss. I spin again and this time, Glory is standing from of me. 

"Pity," she growls. Her hands fly up to my head and my vision goes black again. 

"He's gone..." 

"What? No..." 

"I'm so sorry Y/N," 

"I'll find you..." 

I'm standing in a room I don't recognize. Is this a hotel? Two of Glory's minions grip my arms, holding me in place. My eyes flicker around the room and my sight lands on Spike tied to a pole. His skin is red with blisters and his face is covered in various injuries. 

I wiggle in the minions hold. "Let him go!" 

"As if I would listen to you," Glory laughs from her seat on the couch. "Got a better offer?" 

Spike shakes his head, giving me a warning look. 

"You were right!" I blurt out against his wishes. "You were right! I'm the Key! Spike lied to protect me!" 

Glory glares at me, leaning forward in her chair. "Are you lying?" 

"No! No! Take me! Kill me!" I offer. 

"No Y/N!" Spike tries to break from the bounds that are burning him. They must be covered in vervain. 

Glory rises from her spot eagerly and approaches me, dagger in hand. 

My vision jumps ahead and I'm standing in front of Spike as he's tied to the pole. 

I cup his face pleadingly. I cry. "I love you." 

"I love you too." He kisses me. 

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My eyes fly open as I gasp for air. I sit up off the floor, coughing. Where am I? My sight travels frantically and I recognize the Summers’ living room. No, Glory is messing with me. None of this real! This is just another vision!

"No! No!" I scream.

Spike kneels me. He places a hand on my shoulder. "Y/N, whatever you're seeing it isn't real!" 

I grab the fake Spike by the neck. “Hurt him and I'll kill you!" 

“Y/N, don’t!” Fake Tara shouts from the couch.

"What do you think it is? Glory?" Fake Willow panics.

"I don't know!" Fake Spike fusses, trying to pry apart my hand from his neck.

Fake Willow shoves me off of Spike. 

I fall onto back and quickly rise to my feet. “You bitch!" I bark. I form a fire ball in my hands and chuck it in their direction.

"Woah! Look out!" Spike ducks. He grabs onto Willow’s shoulder and yanks her down. 

"Take me! Kill me!" I shout into the air for her to hear. 

Glory better stop this vision bullshit and let me out or I’m seriously going to crisp her up like a nugget. 

"Come on, Baby!” Fake Spike tries to reach for me. “This is real life! You’re out of her head!” 

I fall to my knees, hitting my limit. What’s real? What’s fake? Glory’s vision of Spike is just trying to manipulate me. This isn’t real. I need a kick, I need a shock to knock me back into reality. 

I begin rock back and forth. "I'll find you! I promise!" I whisper to myself to remain levelheaded. 

“How do we help?” Fake Willow panics. 

"Wait,” Spike holds up his hand. “She's seen this before.” 

"What! When?" 

"New Orleans," he tells her, kneeling a few feet from me. "She wasn't herself then. I don't think this is a vision that Glory is projecting. I think it's a premonition." 

"You mean whatever Y/N is so scared about is going to happen?! When?!" Willow rushes out. 

"I don't know!" Spike shouts. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to escape this vision. If I focus hard enough maybe I’ll slip out of it. If I lose focus on the vision, it’ll break. "I'll say it first.” I whisper. "Spike... I..." 

"Baby?" Spike reaches out and his hand lands on mine. 

I know exactly what his touch feels like. The size of his hand. How soft his skin is. I know all of that, Glory wouldn’t. She could do her best to imagine, but she doesn’t know the order of Spike’s rings. It’s very particular. This is real. 

My head snaps up and I meet Spike’s gaze. Willow jumps back, afraid I may act out. Spike’s eyes pour into mine pleadingly. 

"I need a pen and paper!" I instruct. 

Spike sighs, realizing I’m normal. "Are you-" 

"Pen and paper!" I repeat. 

Willow rushes over to the desk and gathers what she can. She returns with a pad of paper and pen. "Here!" 

In a rush, I scribble my best version of the hotel room I saw. I think it was a hotel room, maybe an apartment? I don’t have time to color it the accurate color, but a quick sketch will have to do. The pillars, the funky 70s couch, the position of the minions, the window on the far wall. 

Spike scoots closer to me, peaking over my shoulder. "You had the same vision you did in New Orleans." He tells me. "You said 'I'll find you' again." 

I hear Spike, but I hurry to finish my image before I forget it like a dream. I have? I don’t remember it from New Orleans. I don’t have time to ask questions.  I need to find Glory. I need to find this place before she has the chance to make this a reality. I finish up and rise to my feet, heading to the front door. 

Spike rushes after me. "Y/N! Where are you going?!" He grabs my wrist, pulling me back before I step out onto the porch. 

"Let me go!" I yank my arm free and jog out onto the front yard. 

"No!” Spike nearly tackles me. He steps in front of me and blocks the sidewalk. “Not until you tell me where you're going!" 

I growl. "I don't want to talk about it! I just need to do a little cursing and zapping!" 

"Enough!" Willow orders from the porch. 

He holds his hands up in surrender. "You don't believe in causing harm to living creatures, remember!"

"Call it a change of heart!" I snap.

"I think you've been hanging around me for too long!"

Suddenly, an invisible forces me and Spike apart. I’m flown to one end of the yard and him the opposite. I hit the grass with a thud and groan. Spike lifts himself off the ground, rubbing his shoulder. 

"Both of you inside!" Willow shouts. 

"I could eat you." Spike grumbles, rising to his feet. 

I huff, brushing myself off. "I could do a million things to you." 

"I would prefer none of the above." Willow requests timidly. 

"What's going on?" 

The three of us whip our heads around and Dawn stands at the end of the path leading up to the house. 

"Nothing!" We all say in unison. 

"Alrighty then," Dawn remarks, unconvinced.

I march toward the house. "Fine! But I'll be in my room!" I announce to Spike and Willow. 

Spike blocks my path again. "With all your supplies and no supervision? Not happening! Crypt! Now!" He points down the street toward the cemetery. 

I scoff, holding back my amusement. I can’t exactly take him seriously considering I could shoot him up into the sky like a rocket. What does he have? Fangs. "Are you seriously trying to order me around?" 

He raises his brows, seemingly surprised. He’s not used to being challenged apparently. "Do I need to repeat myself? Crypt! Now!" 

It’s my turn to raise my brows as I cross my arms over my chest. 

Spike sighs, rolling his eyes. He leans in and plants a quick peck to my lips. "Please,” he asks nicely this time. 

Reluctantly, I huff and spin on my heels, heading in the direction of the cemetery. I can’t believe I’m listening to him. I’m taking orders from a vampire. 

Spike follows close behind, finding it hard to hide his proud grin. 

"Unbelievable..." Dawn watches us in awe. 

"What's more unbelievable is that he said 'please,'" Willow mumbles, guiding Dawn inside. “Come on.” 

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"Let me get that." Angel insisted taking the box from (Y/n)'s hands. "Angel I can carry a little box." (Y/n) sighed softly, letting him take the box anyways. "I know I know." Angel smiled sheepishly at her. "Oh here let me help you." Angel tossed the box aside, taking ahold of (Y/n)'s hands, assisting her to sit down. "Angel." (Y/n) sighed with a smile. "I want to help." He argued as he knelt beside her. "I know and I really appreciate it." (Y/n) kissed his knuckles. "I love You for it Angel." She added with a soft smile. "You love me?" Angel frowned in confusion, a hopeful look in his eyes. "Of course I love you Angel, why do you think I came to you when he abandoned me?" (Y/n) asked in reference to the baby's father. "I've always loved you, but I didn't think it was something I could ever pursue." (Y/n) admitted. "If I knew... I-I..." Angel licked his lips nervously. "If you had, I would have stayed here with you... And I never would have been blessed with this gift." (Y/n) hummed as she rubbed her swollen belly. "But you're here now." Angel kissed her knuckles just as she had. "And I'm not going anywhere." (Y/n) leaned forwarded kissing his cheek softly. "Stay here and relax, I'm gonna go cook you some dinner." Angel kissed her forehead as he rose to his feet. "That's not necessary, I can cook something myself!" (Y/n) argued, feeling guilty for everything Angel does. "Sweetheart I want to do this, please relax." Angel gently pushed her back down to sit, kissing the crown of her head before he walked off into the kitchen.

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Death Would Be Kinder [Ch. 2]

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[Drusilla/Spike/Calendar!Reader]

Words: 2276

Fic Concept: Jenny Calendar’s sister spends some “quality time” with the Season 2 Vampire Squad. This chapter takes place during [BtVS S2:E15]

TW/CW: violence, kidnapping, chains?

AN: Idea came from @prose-for-hire ‘s submission to the fic title game. Taglist is at the bottom, let me know if you want to be added!

You’d been sitting silently, watching Spike wheel himself back and forth across the factory. If you didn’t know better he looked like he was pacing. In reality, he was probably checking behind the pillars and corners of the factory for any sign of your friends. It seems the vampires were expecting Buffy to come looking for you. As the time dragged on, your suspicions became reality; Buffy had prioritized the threat of the Judge over saving you. You had to admit, it stung a little, but it was only logical.

Spike peeked his head into each doorway adjoining the main factory floor. You could tell he was getting restless. You contemplated your odds carefully before you decided on taking a calculated risk.

“You lose a sock?” you yelled.

“Did I what?” Spike wheeled back into the room, an odd expression on his face.

“I asked if you lost a sock.” You paused, his intense glare caught you off-guard. “You know… Because of all the pacing. And popping your head in and out of every room in the place. Somebody’s going to think you lost a sock.”

“Well, I didn’t.” He chuckled a bit before going quiet again and stalking around the factory in his wheelchair. You nodded to yourself, deciding to quit while you were ahead. After that, the only sounds left in the factory were the spinning of wheels and an occasional bumping of door frames and frustrated curses.

It had only been a couple hours of his pseudo-pacing before Angelus and Drusilla stumbled their way into the factory. Spike took one look at the state Angelus was in and hid a smirk under his hand by scratching his nose.

“Well, you’re home early. Slayer hasn’t even tried swiping the girl yet.”

Spike’s good mood vanished as he watched them come down the steps. Drusilla was beside herself, and for a moment you found yourself feeling bad for her. Then Angelus opened his big fat mouth and you remembered who these people were.

“Yeah, well things didn’t go exactly according to plan, Spikey.” He prowled the room, circling like a big cat before he gravitated towards you. Your nerves peaked and you swear you saw a glint of pride behind Angelus’ eyes as he heard your heart pick up. He stepped within arms’ reach of you and sneered.

“What I can’t figure out is, why would she abandon you like this?”

“Where’s your big blue friend?” You swallowed your anxiety and stared up at him in challenge, you weren’t going to tell him a goddamn thing. Might as well give yourself a fighting chance. If he figured it out, you were dead already. You were going to be careful, of course, but that didn’t mean you were going to let him win.

Angelus roared, grabbing your face by the jaw. He was suddenly wearing his game face front and center. ‘Buffy really rattled him, huh?’ You remained stoic, as statuesque as you could muster. If you had misjudged his mood, this might be one of your last moments alive.

Drusilla had floated her way over, leaning into Angelus and hugging his arm to her side. Your staring contest interrupted, Angelus pulled away from you. You took the free moment away from the spotlight to run your fingers against the grain of the armrests, trying to ground yourself in the feeling of the wood underneath you. Your panic was bubbling to the surface, tension and pressure building in your ribcage. You caught Spike’s knowing glance towards you as your eyes flickered between the vampires. You dropped your eyes to the floor, frozen as Drusilla subtly coaxed Angelus away from you. Before long, Angelus had stormed out of the factory again, mumbling about sending Buffy a message.

You were grateful and more than a little stunned. Drusilla saved your life. In her own, subtle way she’d dismantled Angelus’ rage and directed it somewhere else. She’d spun him out of the factory towards Buffy with little more than a subtle flirtatious gesture. You practically gawked at her as she made her way into Spike’s lap. She had these men wrapped around her finger and they didn’t even know it.

Well, maybe Spike knew, but he certainly didn’t mind. He was running his fingers through Drusilla’s hair, comforting her as he spoke.

“If you like the hostage so much, maybe you should have a little fun, Ducks.” He wrapped an arm around Drusilla’s waist to steady her as he wheeled towards you, continuing. “She was supposed to be the distraction for the Slayer, after all. That is what went wrong with the plan, wasn’t it?”

Drusilla lifted her head, gears turning as she looked between Spike and you. Your mind rushed with your fears of what she was contemplating. You didn’t put it past them for ‘playing’ to mean something rather unpleasant for you. Drusilla hummed under her breath excitedly, springing from Spike’s lap and practically skipping out of the room. Spike nodded at you, raising his eyebrows as if to say “Hey look, I fixed it!” and wheeled himself into a good position to watch from, a smug grin on his face.

Drusilla returned with two fistfuls of chains and your heart dropped. She fussed with them somewhere behind you and left the rest in a pile as she ducked off again to the other room. Spike flicked his eyes between the chains and his girl curiously, but said nothing as she flurried about the factory. When she returned, she was holding a long carrying case and a small over-the-shoulder bookbag. She dropped them beside the chains and left again without a word.

“Ducks, what is all this stuff?”

Spike called out to her and wheeled over to the bags. He unzipped one when she didn’t answer. You couldn’t see into the bag from your position and Spike’s exasperated reaction didn’t help you either.

Drusilla returned one final time, holding a large blank canvas in each hand. The left was maybe a 20”x24” and the right was maybe a 24” square. (50cmx60cm or 60cm square).

“Which one does the artist like best?”

You paused, unsure if there was a right answer. After a couple moments you pointed weakly to the left canvas. Drusilla smiled at you and put the square canvas down. Spike scoffed as Drusilla set up an easel from the carrying case and put the bookbag on a table beside it.

She dragged the chains over to your chair and kneeled, carefully untying the knots around your right leg. You studied her face; she bit her tongue lightly as she worked, pulling at the ropes with deft, perfectly manicured fingers. After she’d untied your legs and shackled them, she let your arms off the armrests.

She took your hands in hers and pulled you up to stand for the first time in almost a day. You scanned her expression and glanced backwards towards the easel, then back to her with trepidation. She glided you in front of the daunting white canvas and left you, sinking backwards and sitting in Spike’s lap.

You stood, dumbfounded at the prospect of Drusilla wanting you to paint, of all things. She seemed unimpressed by your inaction after a few moments, and had begun whispering into Spike's ear. He'd leaned into her, pulling her closer and snickered at what must have been a rather amusing comment. He flicked his eyes at you through his lashes, a predatory glint flashing behind his eyes as his smirk grew. He straightened in his seat with satisfaction, head held high.

“Paint for the lady or get eaten. Your choice.”

Drusilla’s eyes wandered back to you and provided no comfort, but then again, why should it? You turned back to the canvas, feeling both their eyes staring at you. A calming breath later, you assessed the materials on the table.

The canvas bag she'd brought had a full set of oil paints- far nicer than you'd ever been able to afford. You didn't dare think of the poor shopkeeper she'd probably killed for them. A person just like your Uncle. He was just another obstacle in these people’s way, and for that he was murdered. You shoved the paints to one side of the small table and began assessing the tools. A somewhat rudimentary selection of spatulas and brushes. You could make do just fine with these.

You set up a palette with some blue, red, white, and black to start. A color palette often was the first thought you gave to a painting. This painting would be mostly blues, purples, and grays. Without turning your head, your eyes flicked towards the vampires just off your left shoulder in the periphery. You had never really let anyone sit and watch you paint. It was hard enough showing a finished piece to someone other than family.

You mixed a deep lilac and raised a palette knife to the canvas. You paused, unsure where to place the landscape. The creeping feeling of being watched was throwing you. The white snow canvas was taunting you, paralyzing you. But you weren't about to let it win. Any of them. You closed your eyes and just swiped the palette knife confidently in a bold first stroke. Now you had a puzzle. How does this fit into a landscape? There was no going back now, it had to work.

It was a mountain slope. The hue you used was suitable for a distant fixture seen from a twilit glade. You could lean into that, thinking on how to keep the morbid whimsy of the piece consistent as a theme. You blocked out the clearing and plotted out the forest behind and around it. It fell silent in the factory as you worked, only the scraping of palette knives and brush strokes echoing in the room. Pieces fell in place as you added gnarled willows at the tree line, white ghost pipes and fungi crawling on the foliage, and sickly green fireflies in the weeping branches and crooked thorn bushes. You didn't like how the overall feel of the piece was so damp and dreary. It felt too muted, too blue for what you'd envisioned. You added nettles to the glade in a redder purple, almost magenta, to tie the piece back into the mystical tone you wanted. A few more touches, a ray of silver moonlight here or there, and you stepped back. You contemplated the piece, for some reason feeling unfinished. The glade felt completely untouched, too alone by itself.

You almost jumped when you heard Drusilla shift off Spike’s lap behind you. You froze, dropping your gaze to the floor, unsure of her intentions. With three clicks of her heels against the concrete flooring, she stopped just behind you. So close you would have felt her breath on your neck if she were human. She leaned forward and pulled your hair behind your ear. She placed one hand on your shoulder and raised your head with a finger under your chin, guiding your eyes back to your work.

“Don’t you like it?”

“It’s not bad, actually.” Spike wheeled forward a pace or so to take a closer look at it. Drusilla still seemed to be waiting for your own answer. You studied it again silently.

It did feel telling, in an odd sort of way. It was invisibly and indescribably alive, despite the darkness and isolation. Could be a good metaphor for vampires... Alive and free only after their own deaths. Sure, they may not exactly live up to society’s expectation of a good neighbor, but you couldn’t say they let being dead keep them from living.

Still, the painting felt unsatisfactory, felt incomplete. You shook your head and pondered. You drew up a couple new colors, a ghostly blue and a red-brown clay. You loaded a palette knife with the clay tone and hovered over the painting, indecisive. The central piece as of now was a large, twisting willow on a small inclined mound of earth. The whole painting felt like background to an invisible subject. Nothing tied the eye to the painting, there was nothing to follow. No movement in a living place.

Drusilla took the palette knife from your hand and set it down. She pulled you lightly to step away from the painting, lightly petting your hair.

“Let it rest, you’ll do more later. With a clear mind,”

You let a heavy sigh escape your lungs. She was right. If you kept going now, at the end of your rope, you’d risk doing something that detracted from the painting entirely. You jerked your head up at a loud scraping sound from above you. Angelus had swung the door open on the mezzanine of the factory. He had a vicious grin and a playful look in his eyes, leaning on the guardrail and looking down at the three of you.

“Did you have fun with the Slayer, then?” Spike called up to him.

“Oh, she makes it so easy!” Angelus threw himself at the spiral staircase and rushed down them with glee.

“I barely had to lift a finger to throw a wrench in her little puppy problem.”

Drusilla twitched her head and glided towards him. She was staring at his face, fixated on something you didn’t pick up on. She swiped her thumb across the corner of his mouth and brought it to her own lips.

“Did you bring any home, Angel? I taste a young one on you.”

“Not today, darlin’. Besides, you have that one.” Angelus gestured to you and sauntered off, calling back as he left. “She wasn’t really any use anyway.”

[Next Chapter Soon!]

Tags: @prose-for-hire @soggy-enchilada @misselsbells06

[fuck-goes-on]

Fruitful

pairing/s: ricky hauk, dio morrissey, eddie x f! reader

summary: ricky, dio, and eddie notice that you were very stressed and decide to give you a good time

warning/s: SMUT 18+ (implied mommy kink/mmlb dynamics, piv sex, oral sex (f+m receiving), vaginal fingering, intercrural sex, masturbation?? voyeurism??, soft rough sex (if that makes sense), unprotected sex, cum play, female ejaculation (WET GUSHY), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral fixation), ricky dio and eddie are brothers (no incest), soft aftercare, NO DIALOGUE

note/s: long awaited smut that took a long time to write and surprisingly ended up softer than planned HAHAHAH im dedicating this to my mommy milker @pedroepascal​, this is for you kitty 😖✊🏼 cute moomin water gif because literally reader’s gushy be that wet and cute, also its the vibe im going for LOL no dialogue because i thought it would ruin the atmosphere/mood SKSKSKSK you can find individual mommy kink one shots on my masterlist if yall are curious about the implied mmlb dynamic

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Three pairs of eyes never left your person as you moved around the house with a heavy body. Three pairs of ears didn’t fail to hear your sigh of stress and exhaustion. Three pairs of dark brows furrowed in concern and worry as you stumble in your home while you tried to make dinner.

Your boys sat on the large couch in your living room watching you slowly crumble down in kitchen where you were cutting some vegetables. Ricky leant forward with his elbows resting on his knees, Dio slouched back with his arms over the back and legs crossed, and Eddie sitting up straight with his hands rubbing his thighs. They silently conversed amongst themselves with their eyes, trying to gaud each other to make the first move. The older two did most of the silent fighting while the youngest kept his eyes on you.

In the end, Ricky stood up and approached you, grabbing you by your arm gently and pulling you away from the cutting board. He tugged you into his embrace, where you inevitably melt and relax. As he’s caressing your head that was resting on his chest, he made a face to his brothers to clean up the messy kitchen.

You let yourself be led away to your bedroom by Ricky’s hands, closing your eyes and sighing as you trust your angel to safely guide you to the bed. You feel lips tracing your bare neck, giving you small licks and kisses on your skin. When you open your eyes, it’s to Ricky sitting down on the bed in front of you and slowly pulling you to straddle his lap. You hear the Dio and Eddie walk into the room as the elder brother shuffles the both of you further into the bed.

The king sized mattress sunk under the weight of three grown men and your own as the four of you gather at the centre. Hands wandered all over your body, slipping underneath your shorts and your undershirt to grope at your skin. A shaky breath exits your mouth as ringed fingers slipped in your underwear and rubbed at your hooded clit, teasing it to come out. Soft lips claimed yours in a slow kiss as another pair made their way down to your chest. The unhurried and pleasant touches steadily built up your arousal and slick that dripped down from your mound.

Eddie, as you found out was the one kissing you, pulled away to let Ricky pull your undershirt off of your body, baring your breasts out in the cool air. Dio’s fingers eased out of your shorts, his arm coming around your waist and drew your back against his chest. Slowly, he leaned back on the large, fluffy pillows with you on top of him, and nudged your legs to fall open over his. The youngest brother removed your shorts and panties to expose your cunt to Ricky, who knelt in front of you.

You moaned out loud as Ricky leaned down to lick a stripe from your slit to your clit, circling his tongue around your core. Your hands travelled down to grip at the soft brown curls of your angel’s hair and ground your hips up onto his face. His lips sucked on your mounds as he lapped at your slick gushing out of your hole. Pressing his tongue in, he completely buried his face into your pussy, his nose nudging your clit that shot pleasure in your body.

As Ricky ate you out, Dio worked on completely marking your neck and shoulders. His mouth was on every surface of your skin that he could reach and bit and sucked on you without mercy. You tilted your head to let him have better access to your flesh and whimpered as the sensation of his teeth and pierced tongue added onto the stimulation you were getting on your lower body.

Eddie didn’t miss out on the action, however, and focused on fondling your chest. His large hands completely engulfed your breasts as he massaged them leisurely. Your nipples hardened as his thick fingers twisted and pulled at them, occasionally flicking the bud to see you jerk in surprise. Leaning down, he took your nipple into his warm mouth and suckled on it while his hand kneaded at the other. You cried out at the slightest touch of his teeth on your sensitive skin, yet you pulled him closer using the hand that wasn’t on Ricky’s head.

All of your boys’ mouth on you made you reach your high, your hips shaking at the exertion of your orgasm. Ricky hooked his arm around your waist to hold you down and prolonged your pleasure by latching onto your core. You cursed as the stimulation on your clit overwhelmed you and you pushed at his head to get him to stop. But all it did was goad him into eating you out further, easily slipping two of his fingers into your wet pussy and curling them against your hot, soft walls.

Dio and Eddie helped their older brother pin you down with tattooed arms curling under your armpits and thin scrawny ones wrapping around your middle. You sobbed as your orgasm built quicker than the last, struggling and squirming under your babies’ grips on you. 

Ricky thrusted his fingers in and out of you as fast as his muscles could, shaking them slightly to add onto the devastating pleasure you were experiencing. He licked at your arousal, moaning loudly into your core, and sucked on you harshly. It was the catalyst of your orgasm, your cunt spasming around his fingers and squirting your essence all over his chin. Your angel poked his tongue out to catch your slick into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste.

You breathed heavily as you came down from your high. Your eyes were half-closed and barely noticed that the boys were shifting you onto your front. They propped your hips up with a firm pillow and spread your thighs wide to expose your glistening pussy. Blinking your eyes open at the pressure on your opening, you looked back in time to see Dio thrusting in his hard length into you. You keened loudly as he filled you up, your eyes rolling back as he began to increase his pace.

Your body lurched forward into a hard, but squishy surface. Looking up you see Eddie pulling out his cock out of his boxers, shyly nudging its head onto your lips. You opened your mouth to take him in, bobbing your head in the way you know your baby likes. His hands found its way in your hair, twisting his fingers in the strands to ground himself.

At the corner of your eye, you see Ricky lazily stroked himself as he watched Dio pound into your wet heat. He caught your stare and smiled at you, leaning back on his hand to give you a show as he gripped his length tighter. He held your gaze as his lips parted in a soft moan making you whine around Eddie’s cock.

Dio groaned as his hold on your hips tensed, his hips stuttering against yours as his high climbed close to the peak. His hand creeped around your front, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing firm circles around it. Tears gathered in your eyes as you felt another orgasm escalate almost painfully. You pulled off your baby’s cock, pants coming out in fast puffs, and let it rest on your cheek as you lost yourself in the rough pounding you were given.

You wailed out loud as your orgasm crashed over your body, your toes curling and your nails digging into the bedsheets where you were clawing. You gushed around Dio’s cock, covering his lower body in your slick. You heard him shout and felt him give you a final thrust before burying himself deep and spilling in your warmth. A hand curled under your cheek and guided your pleasure slack face towards the side. You saw Ricky kneeling above you, furiously jacking off his length and pointing his cockhead at your lips. He closely followed his brother in reaching his high and came on your face, his cum landing on your cheeks, chin and in your open mouth.

Ricky relaxed and caressed you, massaging his cum all over your skin in some possessive manner. He lifted your arms to wrap around his broad shoulders, tugging you up on your weak knees before gently laying you down on the bed. He rested next to you and let you half lay on top of him as Dio moved to sit on your other side.

Eddie shuffled to kneel at your curled legs, pushing them further upward for a glimpse of your abused pussy and slick thighs. Dio and Ricky’s hands stroked your hair, back, and chest as their youngest brother slipped his aching cock in between your thick thighs. He gripped on your plump flesh tightly as his dick pumped in and out of your legs. You sighed and closed your eyes in both pleasure and exhaustion, blindingly reaching out to hold onto one of Eddie’s hands and interlocking your fingers between his. His body fell over yours as he crested, not taking too long as he impatiently waited for his turn, and shoved his face to bite your shoulder as his cock spurted ropes of cum on your skin.

The four of you basked in the afterglow together on your large bed; one angel beneath you, one demon behind you, and one baby on top of you. They all whispered words of praises into your skin, telling you how you did so well in taking them, that they couldn’t have asked for a better lover and a mommy that took care of them, when in reality it was you who was lucky to have them. Three wonderful boyfriends to service you whenever you needed them and remind you that you were loved in exchange for a fraction of your attention.

Soon, the three of them moved in unison, the routine they’ve set whenever they all took you at the same time setting into place. Rick walked out the door to get you a glass of water and a pack of crackers; Dio going into the bathroom to wet a towel to wipe you down with; Eddie fluttering around the bed to fix the covers, laying a worn blanket on top to protect your from the mess on the sheets and pulled the thick comforter up to your neck. As they care for you and your body, you feel yourself slowly drifting off into sleep, with only one thought in your head,

‘I love them.’

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[prose-for-hire]

L is for the way you look at me

Pairing: Lorne x reader

Request: How about Lorne (platonic or soft romantic or too many options?) and neutral or fem reader, reader is a writer, expressive when you've gotten to know them, who is noodling around trying to write a song to put in their story, and when hearing the plight, Lorne offers help? By singing and helping them smooth out the lyrics into something that can actually be sung, (don't need to be specific of course) with the reader supplying lyrics and tune a bit so Lorne gets the idea of what they're going for?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: Changed just a little from the request (you’ll hardly notice it, promise). If I could write lyrics for songs I would but I didn’t want it to fall flat so you’ll have to imagine the beautiful lyrics that Lorne writes for the reader. I really could have used him to help supply the lyrics for this fic lol

You were a writer. It had been a hobby but it had become such an intrinsic part of your life, of your identity. It was pretty much always on your mind now. Ideas plagued your mind night and day. You had to write them down immediately which meant you were often found making a mad dash to find a notebook and a pen.

You kept all of your thoughts inside, only waiting for the moment you could commit them to paper. This left you wondering through life in a kind of dream state, somewhere between your fantasies and reality. You were a romantic, preferring to write love stories into whatever genre you had been currently taken by.

It was hard to find times to write since you had met your friends. Your reality had quickly become something that you might have only created in the wildest corners of your imagination. You had met them all first when your apartment had a demon-problem. You had been one of the helpless that needed, well, helping.

Angel Investigations had uncovered a demon cult living in your building’s basement and you had stumbled into helping them, you were a fast reader and were good at picking out the important information from an online demon-search. After this, you kept running into them and after you lost your job (through no fault of your own, you had just been daydreaming a little more than actually… working) Angel offered you a researching role with the team.

This was when you met him. Lorne. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t the inspiration for most of the romantic notions that you committed to paper of late. You had all gone to Caritas and you had been taken by the way his skin shimmered emerald in the stage lighting. The way he held himself with such confidence. How he could change the atmosphere of even the coldest room with a single note.

You had become used to watching him from afar, he was so friendly towards you but he was the same way with almost anyone he met. It was something you liked about him, he was kind until given a reason otherwise. You got the impression that due to his confidence on stage, if he was attracted to you in any way he would have made it known.

So, rather than make your own little crush known, you decided to keep it hidden and pray that you were never asked to sing in front of him again. You threw yourself into your work, the researching that now took up so much of your time. And clawed every spare moment for your writing. You were focusing on finishing your novel. You were going to call it very loosely based on your brief time with Angel investigations, but there did happen to be a main love interest

And, of course, there needed to be a beautiful song that tied both the magic and the love story together. The only problem was that you didn’t know the first thing about writing lyrics to music. But you knew someone who did.

Gunn was someone you trusted completely. He was your best friend. You were opposites in some sense, but your friendship was incredibly strong. You told him most things, but he somehow (after being asked for the 100th time for him to read over a draft of your story) figured out something you had forgotten to mention.

He had read your novel so far and given you some pointers (mostly about more realistic fight scenes which was very much appreciated) and had noticed a big theme in your writing. The ‘main characters’ longing for the charismatic, musical love interest.

Gunn was leaning against the doorway of the room of the Hotel you often slipped away to so that you could write.

“I, uh, think I might ask Lorne for some help with those lyrics. For my story.” You were aiming for nonchalant but you weren’t able to make eye contact with him while you said it.

“It’s about time you made your move” Gunn chuckled at your attempt to be chill.

“I’m not making a move! I’m just asking for some… is it really that obvious?”

“Even Angel noticed, man” He shook his head at you, with a slight smile and clapped a hand against your shoulder, “You’re a good writer, but you ain’t that good”

“I am that good”

“That why you need someone to write lyrics for you?”

“I have some ideas, I just want to make sure they would fit to music. That’s all”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll catch you later, there’s probably some demon Wes needs taking care of”

“Have fun!” You called and he gave you a look that said ‘you too’ with a raise of his eyebrows. You threw your pen at him and missed as he walked out the door.

“Can you believe this? We’ve only just opened and we’re already running out of Yak’s bile”

“Yum” You deadpanned and the sparkle in his eyes were back as he looked at you again. He forgot just how human you were sometimes.

You see, he wasn’t used to so much respect or attention from someone that looked like you. If any humans did stumble into the bar or he didn’t hide himself well enough on the street, they would stare or whisper harsh words. Never affording him eye contact and never seeing him as anything close to an equal.

He had a soft spot for you. A big one. He adored you but kept out of your way. He decided that he knew better than to expect you to reciprocate his feelings. And God, did he have feelings for you. He was in deep. His eyes always on you whenever you were in the room.

“What can I do for you today, sugar? I think we have enough left to make your usual”

“You know my usual?” You questioned as he started to make it for you.

“Well of course! Prescient over here, even if I didn’t I could see it coming” He gestured with the tumbler in his hand and lit up when he heard your laugh.

“Actually, could I ask a favour? The novel I’m writing, I could use some advice”

“Oo, the famous book! I’m honoured, sweetness”

You smiled softly, looking at the ground. He could make you smile no matter how you had been feeling before you were in his presence. You found yourself getting nervous. As if he would see straight through your feelings if you so much as breathed wrong. He was incredibly perceptive, something you loved about him. Love.

You tried to ignore the word, push down the feeling as you started to explain the issues you were having with trying to write the lyrics. You were muffled by the music that had started up, however. Someone started singing Barry Manilow and Lorne muttered something scathing about thinking he had destroyed all records of his discography on the premises. It was loud and the individual hadn’t yet hit a note.

He gestured for you to follow him, somewhere quieter. You sat across from him in his office, he closed the door behind you, shutting out a version of Mandy that was almost as bad as Angel’s. He always made you feel so comfortable. His presence, to be even sat before him made even the worst day turn into the best.

You spent an hour, maybe two, coming up with lyrics that fit with the feelings mentioned in the novel. But it felt like much less time. Every moment you spent with him felt sacred. When he started to sing the hook of the song you had written together, mostly under his instruction, you near-swooned.

You nodded along, reading the lyrics but not joining in. You were too wary that you might reveal too much. He walked around to your side of the table, leaning over you to read the lyrics you had made together. He inhaled slowly, you smelled so good to him. He just wished he could be seen as anything other than a monster.

As if you had read his mind, you turned towards him, he was so close you could almost feel his breath against your neck. It made you shiver with such anticipation, his eye caught yours. The look in his eye mirrored yours. You were dancing too close to the truth, the lyrics, those words, they echoed your real feelings. Your deep, unending adoration for this man.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that?” You asked slowly, fast becoming lost in his eyes. You reached for him softly, your thumb tracing his jawline. His eyes closed at the contact, a content sigh expelled from his lips. He had never felt this way before, so adored by someone that he had silently loved from the first moment he saw them.

“I love you” He whispered, the words barely audible. You worried you had misheard him but the vulnerable look in his eyes told you that you had heard correctly. You reached for him, pressing your lips against his. It was gentle, the tender movements as if each of you were scared you may wake yourself up from a beautiful dream. As his hands slid to cup the base of your skull, the kiss deepening. It was cosmic, every star had aligned. The powers paving the way to this life-altering moment.

You reached to clasp his hand with your free one, lacing your fingers together as you poured every unspoken feeling you had ever harboured towards him. Your love, your Lorne. How you had dreamed of this moment, how you had written with such fervour to try and capture even a fraction of the magic that you felt with his lips on yours.

You knew with certainty that your novel was going to have a happy ending, now that you could dare to hope for one too.

[blood-sucking-freaks]

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[imintoodeeptostop]

can anyone recommend or link me to some Spike (btvs) fanfics plzzzz 🥺 i’m struggling to find any :(

[multirosenberg]

in my ops, the buffy musical ep is amazing. no, their singing isn't amazing but it's so funny and entertaining and it always cheers me up no matter how bad it actually is xD

[idjitlili]

You're dead lachance.

Spike btvs x reader

Summary: Being Giles niece, going to America with him, only to meet Spike. There is anonymous request in here, 'getting locked in a room with Spike.'

A/n: slightly in Sundale , but mostly based in Los Angeles, the reader is British, due to being related to Giles. Hey, that's good for me , I'm British too. There's a request from anon but I'm not going to say to keep it a surprise. Malteser is a chocolate ball. How come I can write this much now? But I've got assignment s at are only 2000k words.

Word count:5019 Longest imagine yet.

Warnings: Language, Twilight hate references,period, questioning if vampires eat that answer is no or unconfirmed.

Not even a week ago, you had came home , only for your parental figure to rush to the door to greet you. Not long after that you were packing your suitcase for America , apparently your uncle Rupert had invited you out there. It had quite literally been years seen you had seen him, but not long until you would again.

In fact , it hadn't been even twenty four hours , before you were stood in his magic store. You weren't even sure why Rupert had brought you here. The suitcase that held your belongings , stood at your feet as Rupert  had welcomed you in, unlike your uncle had expected , the shop was completely empty, people wise.

Forced to sit down, while Rupert  made you a tea,informing you that he would get you settled at his home once he finished closing up his shop. What it felt like hours to you ,waiting, deciding it was best to read the book you had brought with you, not that you could really concentrate you just wanted to get cleaned up , in honesty.

Fingers tapping against the pine table , trying to read Boromir's last moments in Lord of the rings, re reading the same paragraph over , and over. "I tried to take the Ring from Frodo ' , he glance strayed to his fallen enemies,20." Re reading those words same words, unable to comprehend them, like your brain was blocked by a tinfoil hat, that's bullshit. Three arrows he had been struck with, yet he was still able to kill twenty highly trained orcs , more than an average vampire could do.

You were no stranger to vampires , you hadn't encountered one to say, but you knew of Rupert  job as a watcher. Though you had watched Lord of the rings many times (or not it's just replace it) and yet you still couldn't pass it , didn't Rupert have workers to clean his shop? Repeating those words , still. "Hello ,love." You almost peed yourself , standing up abruptly launching your book at the thing that had pulled you out of your distracted book reading.

Bragging your lighter from your pocket, self defence lighter, holding in front of you. As the flame lit,lifting your head up at your 'attacker' , only to be met with a smirk and platinum leather wearing man, who had caught your book with ease. "Really a lighter?" British, you had not spoken to one American , since landing.

You had just continued to stare at him not quite certain what to say, until he did again. "So , Boromir ,hm?"  You hadn't notice him step forward , holding your book for you to take back, hesitating you took it from him slowly. "Uh, yes. Thank you,but ,um, who are you?"

"Spike, and you are?"Who names there son after a sharp object? Spike had smugly smiled , placing his in his trouser pockets, it was if he was proud. You didn't get a chance to respond to Spike, before Rupert had reappeared , standing between you and Spike.

"Spike , get away from my niece, I will not allow you to corrupt her." Spike had gasped dramatically, putting his had over his mouth ,"You're related to him? But Blimey he's all ARGH and you're not." Spikes face of disgust when he looked at your uncle, Rupert had removed his glasses and began cleaning his glasses.

"Was that supposed to be a compliment?" Picking up your bags , as Rupert ushered Spike out of the shop, with you behind to lock up, it now being dark.  "It was lovely to meet you , Giles attractive niece.." "Y/n." "Y/n.." Repeating your name back slowly smiling , only if you knew he was an evil defective vampire.

"Quit the flirting Spike, she's not going to be here long." That was the last you saw of Spike , for now anyways. It wasn't even another 24 hours later , your uncle had sent you off to Los Angeles , to Wesley at Wolfram & Hart.

Wesley...you had seen him in years , since he left England. You being younger than him by some years , but you had been friends with him , being connected to Giles and all. You were brought to America to work for an evil law firm not your ideal future.

That was a year ago , not as bad as you had originally thought, Angel the CEO was indeed broody but he was trying to make a difference. In fact , the job paid very well, and all you did really read up on demons and sometimes view bodies for symbols and such.

Perhaps,yes, it did get quite lonely, it  wasn't like you had you mum to make you meals or anything. All you could have was calls from her now and then. Wesley was your friend; but he was too busy flirting with Fred. The others well, you weren't close friends, just friends.

Today was not a great day for you, first you had gotten to work  without lunch, forgotten a jacket, and Angel scheduled a meeting but you had fallen down the stairs three times. Ten minutes late, a huge bruise on your head , ruffled hair and clothing not looking very bodacious.

Knocking on the door to Angel's office three times gently , before waiting for his response to allow you in. Everyone staring at you , your face flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm so sorry, you won't believe today has been horrible, I wouldn't have been late if I hadn't of fallen down the same stairs three times."

Heavily breathing from all the rushing, head aching like you had just hit your head falling down the stairs, Angel and the others looking at you with slight sympathy. "I've got to get a look at this muppet." That voice, you knew that that voice, until Spike had appeared from the corner of the meeting room , as you and Angel were about to walk into the room.

Almost bumping into Spike as you and him both met the door at the same time. You two would've bumped right into each other, but he passed right though you. Turning back around to see if you imagined that or not, turns out you didn't Spike was stood in front you , looking at you , with gaped mouth which didn't last long until he was smiling.

"W-what?H-how did y-" "Nice to see you again , love. Well, not long after you left I saved the world, and died. No need to thank me , love," Angel had coughed , pulling your attention from Spike charming smile he was sending your way, to him gesturing you to sit.

Spike had not decided to sit down , but to stand behind Angel at an Angel, one to annoy Angel which you could already see in his face , two to be in eye range of you. Not that he liked you , he full loved Buffy, for now anyways.

Angel had officially began the meeting , head-aching still, probably why you couldn't concentrate, concussion. All you could think was , wow Casper the friendly ghost, well you didn't know he wasn't , and that he was a vampire.

So lost in thought ,well no just pain , you didn't hear the calling of your name or snapping of fingers in front of your open eyes.

"Y/n? Y/n?" Only when there is a touch of a small hand on your shoulder , you realise , looking up to see Fred. "Yes, sorry. Um , I hit my head a bit too hard."

"Angel , she needs to go to a doctor. Her head is literally bleeding out , ""Yeah you should've sent her straight away, she fell down the fucking stairs, for a vampire with a soul , you have no compassion." Spike had interrupted Wesley, to criticise Angel.

You had a couple of days off last week , to visit your family, hence you hadn't seen Spike there before that. You had fallen off your chair when you had felt a hand on your shoulder, moving to see if that was Angel or Lorne, but it wasn't.

"Already on your knees for me?" Spike, staring down at you , smirking what a shock. "I'm not even on my knees, I'm on my butt. Plus what you want me to do mime."

"Okay, okay, Hon, let's go take to a doctor." Lorne had helped you up, as Spike had smiled Wider, as you both left, with some calls of sympathy's.

You only had to have you bloody head , in your hairline glued back together. Not surprising when there was blood dripping down your face like a waterfall. Other than that you were back the next day, carrying on your week like you would normally would.

Each week that went by Spike would come visit your office, mostly at lunch, knowing you didn't leave your office to socialise, only to use the bathroom. It had started with him using the excuse that he wanted to see how you were doing , after falling down the stairs, which was quite hard to believe,as he didn't seem like the caring type.

Then it he came to your office to tell you stories  about him saving the world and just recently , almost being killed by another ghost.

You hadn't even seen that when he entered your office he used the door by turning the handle, instead of going through it. Not at least until he had spooked you again ,placing his hand your shoulder squeezing it slightly.  Falling again out of you chair, probably would've smacked the back of your head on your desk.

If you weren't grabbed by your forearms, and were lifted back onto your feet, by rough hands... Spike had scared you to death again, yet this time he had saved your fall.  Pulling a arm from his, looking into his eyes, as you brought your hand to his cheek, your finger tips against his cheek bone. His skin soft, not how you would've imagined.

Cold.

His skin, cold , but now he isn't a ghost? So why does he feel like the other side of the pillow on a summer night. Moments go by ,not many , before you pulled away again. "Fred , s-she figured out how to bring y-you back?" Still wondering why he felt like ice,  also to hide the embarrassment that you had touched his face without asking.

"No, someone sent me some post,"  The distance between you two was more than close, your legs pressed against your desk, Spike's face barely inches away, he must've closed in on you. "Oh lovely,um have you had anything to eat yet?" He had smiled at you , with lust in glittering in his eyes , but not for what you might think, but hunger.

"I have not." Don't turn Edward ,please, no one wants that ,'Oh I'm sorry Bella but you might die if we fuck, because of my huge Thanos sized dick.' "Oh , well I've got , um, some sandwiches, that's if you want to share." You had gently made your way passed Spike as he nodded slightly suggesting we would share, to get into your bag, reaching for your lunch bag.

Both sitting at the sofa in your handing Spike a sandwich, as you held yours, facing each other, sitting on your calves, well Spike couldn't do that , if you know what you mean. Not long after you had reached for your flask , pouring it into your cup. "Tea?" Spike had grabbed the cup from your hand, drinking a fair lot down, before handing it back to you, mixture of crumbs and tea around his mouth. "You know how to make good tea, not those bloody Americans , milk first , bloody bullshit."

Before anything was said, Lorne had burst into the room , panic washed over his face. "Angel needs you both , quick honeys! We don't have time to spare." To say the least you were confused , never less you all headed to Angel's office and soon enough you were all, Angel, Spike, Fred, Gunn, Wesley, and Lorne were driving to a safe house. 'A rescue mission.' Apparently, you didn't even know who you were supposed to rescue, all you knew was you was all supposed to stay here until they arrived.

Sounded fishy , and you were right to think so, not long after you all discovered it was a trap. Probably just about a hundred vampires, were lurking around the property, waiting...

The floors creaking as you all walked across the the pine wood hallway, not to mention you had barely any fighting stills, all you held was a stake. The others well that ways a mixture of axes , and stakes. Sorry not only vampires in this house, spirits too. Spike had paired off with you , whilst the others did the same , you both walked into a bedroom, which was thick with mould and dust.

Not even one step in the door had slammed shut, Spike had immediately tried the door body slamming against , but it was no use. As you made your way to the window, "Spike.." BANG still going at the door , "SPIKE." Whisper shouting to him, gesturing for him to come over , once he had heard you.

"Vampires..." pulling you away from the window, out of sight." We need to get out of here, now."

"Where? we can't get out of here." Looking around the room there was no options. You don't even get to take a breath ; before the window is smashed in as well of the door, you are both completely circled , 7 vampires.  Before you know it they are lunged for you , gripping your stake tightly , as you fight  a vampire off , with struggle , god damnit. Where's David from lost boys, instead you are stuck with one that's never brushed it's teeth.

Finally stabbing it in the heart. Proof another one bites the dust. Now there was even more dust in this house. The rest of the vampires were dead, you didn't realise that Spike had taken on the rest with no struggle, turning to face you after dusting the last one, his face,his face. He was one of them, he had been dead this whole time , even when he was brought back.

"Y-you're a vampire?" Shocked was to say the least what you were feeling , he had turned back laughing lightly.

"What were you expecting? The Easter bunny?Did you think I was human? This whole time, oh love." It wasn't that you felt like you trusted him less after finding out but still, you're an idiot, no you are not.  "I thought you were because you are my food; Plus I thought vampires were evil?"

"I wasn't going to refuse a sandwich. I have Soul, love. For your information, I got it the hard way, not like that brooding bugger."

"Sorry, Can we go now?" Thus Spike tried the door again, it had opened, both of you rushed out and down the stars , out the doors to find the others in the car waiting , like it was a robbery.

Your lunches with Spike continued even months after finding out he was a vampire; yet now you packed enough lunch for the two of you. Though he could just have his blood, but no he wanted your food. In honesty he was lucky that you actually shared your food with him.

You were sure that Spike must've preferred the company of Fred over you, and there was a day that he didn't have lunch with you. Apparently he had went to see Buffy , yet he was back the next day, why he hadn't stayed with the woman he loved , that was unknown to you. Thus there he was having lunch with you everyday you were at work.

You had even watched Lost boys with him one lunch. "You think I'm like that ponce?" Why the offices had TVs you had no idea. You had told Spike that he had reminded you of David. "W-what, It's not that hard to believe , first both of you have cool hair , two he is evil but the evil that you're like wow he's not that bad , he's cute and maybe he not what he seems. Like Loki, God of mischief." Spike had scoffed, laughing slightly.

"Did you just call me cute? I'm bad , I'm evil, mortals quiver under my wrath." He had made a toothy scrunched face , whilst bringing his hands up like he was a bear attacking, only to make you grin harder. "Okay, now you are a kinky Loki 'quiver under my wrath' seriously?"

"And how would you know what's kinky, love?" His words delivered with a smirk , that made your cheeks redden just by his gaze. "Uh,um, well I read a lot- I MEAN I do stuff all the time like last night.. he had a cane."

"Oh really, he had a cane?"

"Yep thats correct."

"Well that's a shame, love , because I've seen you face stuck in your books , blushing... and I can smell the innocence radiating off of you."

"Hey! Don't go smelling that, so you're telling me that when I have my period you can smell that too? You know what don't answer that, nor do I want to know if you've ever eaten that. Nor do I want to know why I thought of that.." Throwing a Malteser at him, would've hit him if he hadn't caught it in his mouth. 

"I cannot believe you just said that. Love, you have too much time over thinking."

"No doubt , that's why I was never popular , let's pretend I never said that thing and only that compared you to David and Loki, hm?"

"Of course, I wish you hadn't given me the idea,joking I swear."

"Uh, I don't know if you like men or not but when the male part is erected it's one of the most blood filled appendages plus I looked you up, William the bloody, maybe that's how you got your name.." Yes maybe you spent more than your lunch hour not doing work, sitting cross legged now facing Spike completely , who just had turned his upper body from the tv.

Angel though, you'd think he was just happy , happy that Spike wasn't in his office constantly annoying him. It wasn't easy for anyone to keep Spike entertained. "I do not suck cocks nor have I ever , love, I have nothing against those that do,but I assure you that my terrible poetry is the only reason for the name, "

"Nothing to do with you killing hundreds of people?"

"Oh yeah, that too." Nothing more was spoken, you both had went back watching until lunch was over, then you were back to work. By five you had left to go home , not even two hours later you had realised you had left your house keys in your office. You had went to the shops, for some general stuff , hence why you hadn't realised you had left your keys.

Making it back to Wolfram & Hart , around nine o'clock, deciding to get some food , for after you got your keys and got home finally. The security man, Dean, had let you , well no he had was turned doing something and you slipped in, the rest of the firm was dark , everyone had left, or that's what you had thought.

Opening your office door, with your key, why you had it separated from your house key , you don't know , but it was lucky you had one set otherwise someone could've went through your stuff. Well there wasn't much really interesting, ancient books and such. Rushing to your desk in the dark searching everywhere , under your desk, in the draws, the floor.

Finally finding them down the side of the sofa , which you were sat at with Spike, watching Lost boys. When the door swings open , you are quickly grabbed by the foreman's and are shoved against the wall."what are doing here?" The mans voice, aggressive, yet you know who it belonged to, Spike. No very difficult to figure out as you spent at least an hour with him , five times a week, for months.

"Uh, I just left my keys." Spikes grip had loosened on your arms slightly. " Y/n?" Pushing him off of you,"yes, yes it's me , thanks for attacking me, " It was pitch black in your office , only the light from the moon , now on your face , part of it anyways.

"Well, Bloody hell, love you shouldn't be in an evil law firm by your lonesome , especially at night."

"What you are going to eat me now?" Spike wasn't even a foot away; if he was a live you'd feel his breath on your face. Instead the cold air surrounded you, Spikes arm above your head closing you in, only being able to look at his face , an outline of it. "Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you,pet?" You had scoffed lightly at him.

"Shut up, my foods getting cold , and I don't like it in here." Ducking under Spikes arm, grabbing your food and key, before making your way out your office and the building. Spike following you ,but the security guard was gone and the door was locked , no way out.

"Well isn't that bloody brilliant."

"There's no way we are getting out of here , till morning ,"

"Can't we call someone?"

"I don't know , do you have anyone's number?" That was it , you both had headed back to your office , found some candle, since the electricity had been turned off, at on the floor with your food. You weren't sure why he decided to stay with you , maybe it was just that you had food.

Your back against the sofa , as you both ate , you were in no doubt that you were talking tomorrow off. You knew you or Spike was going to have to sleep on the sofa, ah yes perfect, back pains. "Why were you here so late anyways?" After finishing your mouthful of food, why Spike would want to lurk here at night , that was unknown.

"Just snooping through Angels stuff, then I heard you, so."

"Ah, of course." Smirking at you , leaning back his palms behind him, sideways on from you, uh , you're not Ryan Reynolds? Actual um, sorry but you're hotter. Your food all gone , except the small amount of drink left.

"Honestly this couldn't be a better day, my keys fell down the side of the sofa , and I didn't realise until I went home. Then this happened , and now we are stuck here, when I could be at home, sleeping."

"It's not so bad, you could've been stuck here with Angel, love."

" You really don't like Angel, I'm not surprised he makes small problems seem unsolvable. Yet within a couple of hours , all is fine. Actually that sounds a lot like me, over thinking everything. But yeah Angels is a bit of an arse."

Spike only smirking at you, in return.

Glancing at your watch , 12:03 , you were only lucky that Spike was able to pick the lock on the toilets. Otherwise you don't know what you would've done, ah yes, peeing yourself in front a rather good looking , dead man. Leaving your office to go pee again , before returning rubbing your eyes as you walked through the door.

"Are you going to get some sleep, love?" Spike had cleaned up all the rubbish, throwing it all away, you wouldn't expect that from dead guy, former mummy's boy. "Uh, if the sofa wasn't built like a rock, yes , but since that's the case no." Settling back onto the floor, careful not to catch on fire, as you crossed passed some of candles.

Instead of Spike replying yet , he had stood up and made his way to the sofa , plopping himself onto it, with poof. "You got to be joking love , you clearly never have lived in a crypt." W h at was it wish vampires living in crypts , or complaining that their huge cold dick will spilt a human in half. Turning to face the sofa, not being able to see Spike, letting out a dry laugh.

"Yeah that doesn't convince me, are you just so old that you don't remember that every day at lunch that I sit on that sofa with you?" Spike had sat up to look at you with a glare ,yet again scoffing. "Well then , Pet, how about you come lay on me, I'm very comfortable."

Without thought you had gotten up , and thrown yourself onto Spike, both groaning as your back slammed into Spikes chest. He was lucky really that your butt bone , not tail bone, the top of your leg one, didn't smash into his parts. Instead he had wrapped around you so you were stuck in place. "I see what you are doing."

"And what is that?"

"I body slammed you, now you're cuddling with me? Mental , you're an ice cube, yeahh sureeee so comfortable, I love being engulfed by Vanilla ice."  Not that he looked much like Vanilla ice but it's a little funny, not really but.

"Hey, I won't stand to be your cushion , with your bullying."

"Didn't you kill hundreds of people? And you get defensive when I call you Robert van Wrinkle?" Turning your head to look up to Spike who was looking down on you, shuffling so that you were laying next to the sofa back and on Spike with your hand on his chest.

"Love,I'll eat you, try sleep." This isn't a Loki imagine when he kidnaps you and it turns out he's a vampire , and he gets busy and drinks your blood for a fetish. Spikes arms around your shoulder , eventually falling asleep with your head on his chest.

Everything was fine, until Wesley and the rest of them had came looking for you. As you was supposed to be in a meeting with them in the morning , so was Spike but they were worried for you.

"Couldn't they do that at home?"

"Can I poke them with a stick?"

"Ah yes, poke the mass murdering vampire , very smart ,Gunn. "

No consideration of being quiet, you both had been woken, it wouldn't be that surprising if Spike was pretending to be asleep , to avoid talking to people he didn't like very much except Fred.

Waking up to see a bunch of people just smiling at you at , wasn't the best. "So, Spike what about Buffy?" Sitting up ,before standing up from Spike, must've hurt having a whole body on you all night , maybe it didn't effect him because he has super strength? Spike just turned to sit on the sofa , unimpressed facial expression, hunched.

"Buffy has her own life, I'm not apart of it."

"I-is this all you came her for? To wake us? And   taunt? I'm taking the day off ," No uncertainty that you wanted to get home, and shower and eat. You had looked back at Spike who had looked back , standing up. "I'll drive you."  Grabbing your bag, before bow in front of Angel for whatever reason. "Thank you so much for locking us in an evil law firm all night. Bye Fred, Wesley, Gunn , Lorne."

"Bye hon." Lorne was always a sweetheart , wishing that every guy was like him, kindest soul and very much cute. Spike and you had left after you had sent Lorne a smile. Walking out with bed hair and day old clothes , not that Spike had offered his arm but you were still holding onto to walk.

Walking past Harmony, she had sent daggers your way, why doesn't she just kidnap Orlando Bloom or something. Gripping onto Spikes arm tighter , walking down the stairs, not falling this time, thankfully. Before you made it to Angels' car park, and got into one of this favourite cars. "Uh, are we supposed to be taking Angels car?"

"What? It's mine, love, what are you going on about?" Opening the the car door at the same time , settling in the seats before slamming the door shut. The windows of the car , made from the same glass that wolfram & Hart was supplied with, since the cars were supplied by wolfram & Hart for Angel, a vampire. That also meant that Spike could drive in the sunlight protected.

"Okay, okay." Once you had made it into your building car park, Spike had walked with you up to your door. Being finally able to unlock your door, with your shopping ,lucky there wasn't any fridge nor freezer items. Turning back to Spike who just stood at your door, grinning slightly.

"T-thank you for staying with me yesterday, and for driving me home." A small blush upon your face, it wasn't unknown to you that you had developed a crush on Spike , how couldn't you? "That's alright ,love." Still stood in front of you, looking into your e/c eyes , you staring into his brightly lit blue ones. He was waiting for you to say or to do something.

Leaning to the side of his face, to press a peck onto his pale toned cheek. Instead of course , he had turned and you ended up pressing your lips , onto his briefly. Pulling away red cheeked , Spike now smirking at you again. "H-hey um, do you want to come and watch Lord of the rings with me?" You weren't sure what you was supposed to say after kissing someone accidentally.

"I would," thus that you held your door open wide, "I invite you into my home."

Therefore, you watched Lord of the rings with a dead man.

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Beautiful Angel of Darkness (4/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, fluff 

Word Count: 1.6k

Part Summary: Everything is perfect, Spike and Y/N couldn’t be wickedly happier! Then, an old friend of Spike’s pays a visit from Los Angeles... 

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I observe Spike chit-chatting with a little brunette thing in the alley below as I use the ledge of this roof as a balance beam. Growing bored, I hum a familiar Blink-182 tune. Honestly, how long does it take to lure a ditsy girl away from a bar alone? You chat her up, charm her a little, make her feel special, then she’ll follow you like a puppy. I could do it better at this point!

I whine, squatting down on the ledge to check back down the many stories to the little white dot that’s Spike. Maybe I should just jump down, scare the absolute shit out of the girl, make her faint, and have Spike carry her home for dinner. She’s doesn’t even look worth it though, she’s far too skinny. I like someone who eats a lot of sweets, they taste like candy!

“Y/N...”

A voice behind me, makes me leap up from my position. A figure appears from the shadows. A tall, broad-shouldered, brunette man with a rather crossed expression stands before. Oh looky here, he has a leather coat just like Spike. Does everyone have one?! Do I need one?

I tilt my head, a smirk rises on my lips. “And who might you be?”

“I’m a friend,” the handsome man states simply.

I hop down from the platform and approach him smoothly like a snake. I bite my lip, circling the gentleman steadily.

“A real friend? Or...” I drag out. “Are you the type of man that says he’s a friend, then hurts me?”

He raises a brow, following my motion with the turn of his head. “Spike as you tightly round, doesn’t he?”

I step quickly to meet his gaze, “you know Spike?”

“My name is Angel,” he states plainly. “I’ve known him for many years.”

“Angel...” I repeat, arching my head back to the sky. “Pretty name for a pretty boy.”

“Thank you.”

I giggle, my eyes falling shut. “Are you used to getting compliments? Do you just drown in them?” My face falls as my eyes flicker open. “I’ve dreamt of drowning. In a dark river on a stormy night. My car would go over a bridge. The water... it would be so cold, blood piercing,” I describe in a mutter as I recall the memory vividly.  

“Y/N, I’m here to help you,” Angel tells me.

I swiftly direct my focus to him. “Help me? In what way?”

“You’ll need to come with me,” he instructs vaguely.

“Come with you? Come to play?” I giggle like a child. “I love playing games! I love messing with people’s minds and making them all jumbled up,” I twirl my fingers around beside my temples.

Angel appears unfazed. He doesn’t even flinch. What a bore.

“Spike, he turned you right?” He questions instead, sticking to business. 

I hum, strolling about randomly. “That beautiful angel of darkness,” I whisper to myself as the image of Spike flashes across my mind. 

“Has he ever mentioned me?” Angel inquires.

“Is he supposed to?” I frown.

“Not per se,” he shrugs. “But I’m a large portion of his history.”

“Are you one of his lovers who left too?” I joke, laughing wickedly.

“No, I’m his grandsire,” he explains.

“Oh, is that right?” I skip to be in front of him again. I run my hand down his chest. “So you’re the really big-bad?”

Angel doesn’t react to my actions or my words. He’s constantly frowning, crossed about something. My goal is to break him. I love breaking people

“I like bad things, evil things. Evil things are far more interesting,” I whisper to him as my eyes fall to his lips. “Are you interesting sweet Angel?”

He grips my arms urgently, causing me to gasp. “This isn’t the real you, Y/N! You lost your soul! I can help you get it back!”

“And why would I want to do that? I have so much more fun now.” I snicker and graze my thumb across his lower lip gently.

“This isn’t the way. You’re hurting people, destroying lives!” He preaches, ignoring my flirtatious behavior.

My face falls, “Oh... oh my God!” Tears start to whelm up in my eyes, “you’re right! I... I...” I turn it off, “I don’t care.”

Angel growls, squeezing my arms, “listen to me-”

Abruptly, Angel has shoved away from me and he hits the ground a few yards away. Spike appears at my side, panting angrily. “Piss off Angel!”

His arm crosses in front of me protectively and he guides me to hide behind him. 

“Spike, you know this is wrong!” Angel yells, rising from the floor. “You can’t keep doing this to her!”

“I’m not doing anything to her. She made her choice,” Spike grumbles.

Angel storms up to Spike, his face filled with hatred. “She didn’t know what she was signing up for when you turned her! Now, she isn’t in the right mind to decide!”

“Are you calling me crazy? Okay, that’s fair,” I shrug, strolling away from the dramatic duo.

Spike gets into Angel’s face. “Did Buffy send you?!”

“She called me, but I came on my own!” Angel informs him sharply.

"This has nothing to do with you!" Spike yells. "This doesn't concern you or the Slayer!"

“You’ve been ravaging the city! How could it not concern her?” Angel fires back. 

I peer up at the sky, the shimmery stars they’re so clear tonight. It distracts me. I wonder away, leaving the boys to have it out. The stars, I could fall into them. A peaceful tune plays in my mind and I sway to it. I roll my head back and my eyes fall shut. Oh what I’d give to fall into the sky. 

“Pretty, pretty, stars,” I mumble. Then, the most brilliant idea pops into my head. “Do you ever think that the sky could swallow us whole?”

Suddenly, Spike cups my face frantically. He lowers himself to my level and his beautiful blue eyes plead with me. “Baby! Baby, you-”

I place my hands over his and snicker, not a care in the world. “Can we blast Nine Days when we get home?”

“Y/N, look at me! Don’t listen to a word Angel says, okay? He lies!” Spike instructs sternly.

I peer into Spike’s eyes, I get lost in the morning, noon, and night. He’s the real angel, a dark angel. 

“Come with me Y/N.”

I glance beside us and Angel’s there offering me his hand. Spike takes my hand hurriedly. 

“Don’t look at him, Y/N!” He demands.

“You can come to stay with me in Los Angeles,” Angel requests calmly. “I’ll help you regain your soul.”

“Los Angeles? The city of Angels?” I mumble, searching Angel’s face for any sign of deceit.

“Yes,” he nods, starring into my eyes solemnly.

Why must he always look so sad? Does he never smile? A sad angel sounds contradictory.

“How ironic...” I mutter, slipping my hand from Spike’s as I step closer to Angel slowly. “Tell me Angel, are there Angels? I used to believe in them once. So beautifully white.”

“There are good people there, who I work with,” he tells me. “They’ll help you too.”

“Doesn’t sound very welcoming to me,” I worry quietly.

“You’ll be safe. I can teach you a better way of existing,” he assures.

“Don’t listen to him, Love,” Spike warns behind me.

I whip my head around and meet his gaze. He’s no longer pleading with me or frantic. He stays back, squeezes his fists until his knuckles are white. His jaw clenches as he restrains himself.

“He’ll only bring you pain, that’s what a soul does!” Spike barks, his eyes locked on Angel behind me.

“He’s lying, Y/N,” Angel argues gently.

I flicker my attention back to him and he peers down at me.

“A soul brings back your humanity. You’ll be able to live amongst humans again and not feel the urge to kill them constantly.”

“Y/N-” Spike shouts and I snap my head back.

“You’ll be able to see your family!” Angel interrupts, dropping a massive bomb.

I look back to Angel, utterly torn.

He nods, “I met them today. They miss you.”

“Stop it, Angelus!” Spike growls, storming up to us.

He grabs my hand and starts ushering me away toward the ledge to get out of here.

“Listen to me, Y/N!” Angel pleads, following us. “Come with me! I can offer you another chance at life!”

“But...” I stumble slightly as I switch my sight between Spike and Angel.

“It’ll be okay,” Angel guarantees. “I promise!”

I halt, causing Spike to jolt back. I stare at Angel, unsure of what to do. One part of me is saying to trust him, but the other is saying to not listen and go with Spike.

“Love, let’s go!” Spike tugs on my arm to come along.

I yank my arm free and march up to Angel. He towers over me and I stare into his eyes, tired of this torment.

“I don’t like it when things are ‘okay,” I confess to him vulnerably. “It means something bad is just around the corner. An impending doom...”

He shakes his head slowly. "Not with me, Y/N I’ll protect you,” he whispers.

"And why should I trust you?" I question.

I mean, why should I trust someone who comes at the beck and call of the Slayer? He could be lying for all I know.

"Because I'm not the one who made you choose death to be with me," he reasons, his eyes flickering back to Spike.

My heart sinks in my chest as my eyes fall to the black covering of the roof beneath our feet. So many voices in my head yelling at what to decide, it's excruciating! A small piece of me is yearning for a soul, a conscious to tell me right from wrong. Is it possible that there's an ounce of humanity left in me? The majority of my instincts thrive off the pain of others and claws for more. I want to give in to the darkness and live blissfully. Yet, that small bit continues to nag at me! I don't know. I don't know what to do!

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