#buffy x robin

[terapsina]

It has been more than 20 years since BtVS. I think we've grown; we've matured; we have moved past the need for a bloody ship war... so can we please 🥺 do a little bit of a ship war but like... just for fun?

So... (and involving both text, subtext, one-sided text, and some 'there simply being enough people who ship it to earn a spot'-text)...

(grab your stakes and scythes for this battle -> BUT ONLY THE STUFFED TOY KIND. Bonus points if they make clown noises when clashing against each other)

[strawberrysodaslut]

good luck babe but it’s them

[bruhseidon]

Y/N: Is this a date?

Damian: A— [baffled] Please. A date? You are completely off your bird! I mean— [whispering] Do you want it to be?

[starryeyesxx]

[sh1tbird-shantytown]

Steve had a pretty shitty night playing out for him. Which is what tended to happen when you’re best friends with a vampire slayer more interested in complaining about other teenage girl’s boyfriends than actually slaying any vampires.

So, they there were. In the creepy old graveyard Steve really didn’t like, especially when he’d much rather be home doing anything other than being kicked in the chest and send backwards into a tree. Plus, there’s the fact that they were surrounded by at least three of them. And Robin was good, but she was distracted and Steve had two vamps on him to her one. Albeit, a very muscular and manic one vamp.

Still totally unfair.

He tried to focus on the two he had on his ass while grasping the cross he had tucked under his belt. But, between his blurry vision and the stupid pieces of shit blending too well into their safety blanket of the night, he was a little too late as the girl stuck up behind him.

He was silenced with a hand over his mouth before he could warn Robin of his predicament. And, with the unfortunate circumstance, he seemed to grow further unlucky as the one that had sent him flying into the oak tree appeared at his other side.

He stared at the side profile of the male and suddenly saw something familiar about him, “Fred?” his question was muffled, but Fred’s face slowly looked at him.

Fred’s face was all pinched and wrinkled, but Steve had seen him by Nancy’s side too often not to know him a little. Plus, they’d been looking for him just last week. Right now, Steve didn’t think there was anything left of Fred to find.

The hand around his mouth tightened further as Fred shushed him quietly, the yellowed eyes lingering on his neck before he returned his gaze to the show before them.

Robin was getting exhausted in her fight, and the beast she was against was looking like he’d caught the best prize at the carnival.

Steve gritted his teeth and then opened his mouth to bite down on the brittle fingers of the girl vamp. Which, he tumbled forward and away to let her screech about in annoyance.

When he popped back up to his feet, he had a greeting to Fred of the cross to his forehead. He grinned as the skin of the vamps forehead burned the further he shoved it in.

Fred backed away to stand near his partner in crime, both of them glaring at him as he kept the cross out in front of him in warning. He silently dared them to try again, to give him a chance to take his violent annoyance out of them, even if it killed him.

“Steve!” Robin called, out of breath and desperate.

Just as he’d turned around, he knocked right into the back of the big, blond vamp. All of which caused the guy to turn around and look Steve up and down like Robin hadn’t even been there with her stake drawn and ready to kill.

“Hey there,” fangs greeted Steve, but didn’t attempt to smother him. He was being…flirtatious.

Steve raised an eyebrow and didn’t have to turn around to recognize the sound of two vamps being turned to dust. Robin was the focused one now, because Steve was having a difficult time accepting just who was in front of him this time.

“Hargrove?”

The wrinkled face was replaced with youthful, smooth skin, and the familiar blue eyes lingered on Steve once again before flickering back at the slayer making her way for them with a murderous expression upon her face.

He began to back away, the cross tucked down as a sign of hesitant trust. He didn’t miss the eyebrow that went up as Billy caught the action.

Robin had paused, watching them carefully and confused. And, Steve knew why. Because Steve had made a mistake on purpose and Billy wasn’t acting normal either. He wasn’t staring at Steve’s neck, he was looking him in the eye.

Steve opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say.

Billy looked him up and down again and smirked, “Leave the window open for me,” he winked and then fled.

Steve’s blood ran cold, and stayed that way even when Robin promised to track Hargrove down.

…

Every sound outside made Steve jump out of his bed and stare silently at the window, expecting to see a shadow back-lit by the uncanny lightening of the storm.

He was sat up in his bed with a boring history textbook he was attempting to read from the light of his bedside lamp. He had a headache and his eyes were drooping continuously every time he finished a sentence from the book.

Eventually, he let them stay closed…until there was tapping at his bedroom window.

He startled awake and shoved himself against his bed frame. And there it was. Against the navy blue of his curtains was the outline of the very recognizable Billy Hargrove. Steve shivered as another short round of tapping occurred.

When he didn’t answer, Billy’s voice filtered through the glass as he sung Steve’s name out.

Steve didn’t move, even though Billy’s voice reminded him of those tales of sirens his mother liked to tell him about. He wasn’t about to be vamp chow just because he was…attracted to Billy Hargrove. He shivered again, this time to shake himself out of the stupor he’d been in while staring at the window.

He suddenly realized that the lamp was still on and cursed quietly. So much for pretending he wasn’t home.

He decided quickly to go back to sleep. Or, pretending to sleep. There was no way in Hell that he was actually sleeping with that lurking outside his window. No matter the fact that Billy couldn’t enter without his verbal invitation, it was the first time Steve’d been stalked by one of them.

He turned around in his bed, facing his back to the window and hoping Billy might’ve seen him do so, so he’d get the point.

“Open the window, Pretty Boy,” Billy voice gently made its way to Steve’s ears again, “I know you’re awake in there!”

Steve tried to force his heart not to stutter, but he failed miserably as lightening struck again right after Billy spoke.

He began to weigh his options. On one hand, he could just ignore Billy. It would probably save him a lot of regret. On the other, Steve was curious as Hell to determine why Billy was so obsessed with him. And, if Billy really wanted to feed on him, he would’ve just caught him outside his front door. Which, it wasn’t as though he hadn’t been ready with a cross and a stake in each hand, but if Billy was showing up at his window, he was probably determined enough.

He stood up from his bed, very slowly, and carefully made his way to the window. And he knew by the way the shadow was facing him, that Billy was probably already looking at him.

He was right.

The curtain was pushed away and Billy’s eyes didn’t move a centimeter from where they were set on Steve’s eyes. Even when Steve’s traveled fall over the soaked look Billy had. His usually curly hair was drenched in waves around his face, and his clothes were soaked through. The loose button up he had was plastered to his torso in a very alluring way. It made him look away.

A grin filled out the man’s face in pure satisfaction and delight, “Care to let me in?”

Steve glared back, “No.”

Billy tapped on the window and cupped one of his ears, “What was that?” he asked, “I couldn’t hear you through the glass?”

Steve raised his eye brow and crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Oh, really?”

Billy nodded in mock seriousness and chattered his teeth while hugging himself, “I’m freezing.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “You can’t feel anything,” he uselessly reminded them both, “Do you really think I’m that gullible?”

Billy pouted, “I just want to see you.”

Steve reached for the curtain and began to pull it closed, done with the fake conversation they were having.

“No!” Billy called out, “Wait a minute.”

Steve waited, annoyed.

“Please,” Billy pleaded, “I just need somewhere to stay.”

“Why would I help you?” Steve asked.

“Because you’re my last hope, and you’re too good a person to not have a little part of you want to give me a chance.” Billy read him like a children’s book.

Steve glared at him again, “What were you doing in the graveyard tonight?”

��Living,” Billy shrugged. “The graveyard kind of is our territory.”

Steve nodded hesitantly and then took a small breath for his next question, “Did you change Fred?” Billy hesitated before he answered, and that’s made Steve’s blood begin to boil, but he didn’t receive the answer he expected.

“No,” Billy shook his head, “That was something much bigger than me. Fred didn’t talk about it much,” Billy continued, “But he kept telling me that he’d escaped.”

Steve sighed, because he could follow what that meant. Something bigger was going on, and Robin was really not going like the sound of another army of vampyrs brewing.

He took another look at Billy again. Perched outside his window with inhuman balance, soaked to the bone to the point that his vampy paleness made sense for once, and a pleading downcast to his usual playfulness.

“Are you here to bite me?” he made sure to keep looking Billy in the eye, even if he really wanted to look away.

Billy’s lips upturned slightly, “Maybe a little, if you let me.” And…wow. Steve blinked back at him, blankly. Suddenly, Billy was much softer as he gazed back at Steve, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

Steve stepped back from the window and felt some guilt when Billy’s face dropped as though he’d been rejected. But, when Steve unlocked the window and pulled it open, he looked up again in shock. A calloused hand reached out and pressed against the magickal barrier between them.

How do you know that?”

Billy considered his words and then quietly answered, “Because you somehow make the demon in me feel starved for something other than blood.”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that, even if his heart fluttered again.

“What are you talking about?”

Billy bit his lip cautiously, like he wasn’t sure how much to tell Steve.

“I think our…souls mean something to each other. When I’m near you, I feel like something fits back together inside me, and that other thing that makes me kill hides back in the shadows.” He looked over Steve’s thoughtful expression. “I don’t want to hurt anyone right now, Steve, especially you. And I think it has something to do with you.”

Steve turned around and walked back to his bed, picking up his textbook off of the floor and glancing back at the window. Where Billy was slowly losing hope.

“Come in, Billy.”

[harringroveera]

AU where it’s rumored that Heather is with Billy and Steve is just too curious to know if it’s true (he’s absolutely in love with Billy)

[hippiegothrecs]

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[theoverlookedoneedits1997]

the end is here

[on-this-day-btvs]

January 25, 2000

A New Man aired for BTVS season 4, episode 12. A lot happens in this episode. A few highlights: a drama-free surprise birthday party for Buffy, one of Buffy's best puns, Riley proudly announces his body count is 17, Buffy - even while still holding back - spars with Riley and it's no contest, and Willow and Tara practice magic in Tara's dorm room.

WALSH: So, the Slayer! BUFFY: Yeah. That's me. WALSH: We thought you were a myth. BUFFY: Well, you were myth-taken.

In this episode Giles's old "friend" Ethan returns. They spend time together, including at a bar where Ethan flirts. (With the waitress, totally with the waitress.) Ethan is later taken by Riley and other guys from "The Initiative."

This was the last appearance of Ethan Rayne. Ethan is played by Robin Sachs and is in four episodes total, Halloween and The Dark Age in S2, Band Candy in S3, and this episode. Sadly Robin Sachs passed away in 2013 of heart failure, at the age of 61.

[userlaylivia]

i don't know why but whenever couples call each other "babe" or "baby" I melt and I just love couples that do that tbh!! it's one of the most romantic and beautiful things and I have the biggest soft spot for it!

[hippiegoth97]

It's poll time again! I haven't written nearly enough WLW fic for my liking, and I'd like to get something new under my belt. This is probably for more 'random thoughts', but could potentially turn into a one-shot situation.

[maraschinobomb]

pspsps vampire!robin🩸

"We Are Not Friends"

robin buckley x carol perkins

buffy the vampire slayer au | enemies with benefits | blood drinking | explicit 🔞 | 12k

Robins got one hand wrapped up tight in Carol’s thick mass of curls, pulling until her eyes are trained where they’re supposed to be. She can’t even bitch about it, because the second she opens her mouth all that comes out is a moan. Low and breathy, completely unbidden. Robin laughs, raspy and delighted. “That kinda night, huh?” Oh, Carol is going to be fucking humiliated later.

🩸read it on Ao3!!🩸

[starryeyesxx]

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Sophie: I hate that my nursemaid says I should stop trying to run away from here.

Robin: Probably think it for your own good. Just want to keep you safe.

Sophie: I feel safe with you.

Robin, choking: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

[swiftiefirefighters]

every time i think i want buddie to be canon i think of all my pairings that came before it that actually happened and im like u know what i might be good

[wandererverse-legacy]

The sequel to "Armour of the Eliminator" set in the Wandererverse.