#giles fanfiction

[lokidokieokie]

Accidental Slumber

Summary: After a long night of researching, you and Giles fall asleep in the library.

Pairing: Rupert Giles x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): cuteness overload, friends to lovers type sitch, cuddling, idiots in love, mutual pining, lemme know if I forgot anything

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The library was dimly lit, and the musty smell of ancient books filled the air. You and Giles had been researching late into the night, delving into the mysteries of an obscure demon. Exhaustion had finally caught up with both of you, and without realising it, you had drifted off to sleep.

As the sun began to rise, soft rays of light peeked through the library windows. The first sounds of footsteps echoed through the hallways, indicating the arrival of the Scooby Gang. Buffy, Willow, and Xander made their way to the library, eager to share their newfound discoveries with their mentor and the newest member of their team, you.

However, the sight that greeted them was unexpected. Their jaws dropped as they saw Giles and you, entwined in each other's arms, fast asleep on the library table. The tension in the air was palpable as they exchanged perplexed glances.

Buffy cleared her throat, breaking the silence. "Um, guys? Maybe we should give them a minute." Her tone was playful, but her eyes sparkled mischievously.

Giles, as if sensing the disturbance, pulled you closer into him; pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Willow's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson. "Oh, yes, definitely. We can...wait outside or something."

Xander scratched the back of his head nervously. "Yeah, no problem. We'll just... be over there, pretending not to see anything." He gestured toward the bookshelves and quickly herded the others away.

Slowly, the two of you began to stir, disturbed by the hushed voices and nervous shuffling. Groggy eyes fluttered open, meeting each other in a mix of surprise and embarrassment.

"Good morning," Giles murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

You stifled a yawn, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Morning. Did we... fall asleep here?"

Giles chuckled, his British accent adding a touch of warmth to the moment. "It appears so. Research can be quite exhausting, it seems."

As you began to sit up, Giles' arm instinctively tightened around you. His touch was gentle yet possessive, as if he never wanted to let you go. You glanced down, noticing the affectionate gesture, and couldn't help but smile.

The library doors creaked open, and the Scooby Gang tiptoed back inside, albeit less discreetly than they intended. Buffy, Willow, and Xander tried their best to hide their amusement, failing miserably.

Buffy broke the silence once more. "Well, you two sure know how to have a slumber party without inviting the rest of us."

Willow nodded, grinning ear to ear. "Yeah, we thought we'd come and join in on the cuddle-fest."

Xander nudged Buffy, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "And I even brought the popcorn, just in case."

You felt your face heat up, and Giles' cheeks tinged with a blush that matched your own. It was clear that the Scoobies were delighted to witness this unexpected moment of vulnerability between you and Giles.

Giles finally released his hold on you, running a hand through his tousled hair as he straightened himself. "Well, um... it seems we may have dozed off accidentally."

Buffy grinned playfully. "No judgment here, Giles. We just wanted to make sure you two lovebirds didn't miss out on anything important."

Willow joined in the teasing, her eyes twinkling. "Yeah, we wouldn't want any precious research time to go to waste."

Xander added with a mock-serious expression, "And if you ever need any tips on cozying up, we're here to help."

The playful banter continued, gradually easing the awkwardness. It was clear that the Scoobies were genuinely happy for you and Giles, their friendly ribbing serving as a testament to their acceptance and support.

As the laughter subsided, Giles took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. "Well, it seems we owe the nosy teenagers our gratitude for their invaluable research assistance."

Buffy grinned. "We'll take our payment in the form of a slightly less awkward group hug."

The suggestion was met with enthusiastic agreement, and soon the library was filled with warm embraces and lighthearted chatter.

In that moment, surrounded by your newfound family, you realised that accidental slumbers and shared vulnerabilities could bring people even closer together. And you couldn't have been happier to be a part of it all, entwined with Rupert Giles, the man who had stolen your heart.

A/N I love Giles 😍

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Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Character: Buffy Summers

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Stolen Moments Spike x reader Oneshot!

Paring: Spike x reader

Warnings: SMUT, language, small spoilers for season 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, I mean from the horror movie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course and for me-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhhh spike.” I moaned between the tongues.

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

“Spike…” He chuckles at that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You like that?” He speeds up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Spike”

“Y/n” 

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

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

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

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

“So bloody pretty.” He heard my moans. 

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

“Getting close Luv?” I nod.

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

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

“That was-”

“Amazing.” I finished.

“Yeah bloody amazing.” 

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

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

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

“What what is attacking us!?” 

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

“Oh SHIT!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ourflagmeansworms]

Giles is a bi metafore

Rupert Giles and Ethan Rayne were so exes and I feel like this isn't nearly as mainstream interpretation as it should be. The man is bi guys. And he's such a bi metafore. Never really felt like he belonged amongst the watcher crowd (other heterosexuals) and he's just not. Dark magic, heavy music, his youth gets written off as a phase and that isn't fully true. Giles seems so by the book and scholarly until you actually see the other watchers and see what a rebel he truly is, how even his way of being a watcher challenges the intuitional norm.

[llinstarr]

Cadence have the best oc’s. Lottie? Simeon?? Trish??? Tonya???? Tomny??????

[hannibalhasthetardisat221b]

Oh my gosh. Okay. This is what I stumbled upon when I was searching through the Internet.. John Constantine and Ruper Giles meeting eachother. This is such an interesting idea for a crossover. I NEED TO SEE THIS HAPPEN!

Y'all have no idea how much I thought about this interaction. How many eye rolls and sarcastic/snarky comments we would get from Giles as well as how many times Giles would take off his glasses in frustration (i bet it would be around 10 times in one day), and how many times Constantine would be sassy towards Giles and try to flirt with him (at least in the beginning of their meeting), and then it will all go down to them bickering about the use of dark magic, demons etc. British sassiness would intensify, sarcastic comments flying left and right, at the end Sunnydale will be destroyed by British snark 😆 (someone said that they might also hookup, so.. um... 👀) lol

But in all seriousness, I think Giles wouldn't trust Constantine in the beginning, maybe even would go as far as hating him, but perhaps with time he will change his mind about Constantine. Plus it also all depends on when they meet, like Giles from season 1 to 4 would definitely be sus about Constantine and probably will have disdain towards him (perhaps because Constantine would remind him of his younger self, of his Ripper days..). For Constantine it would be similar, he would find that Giles too proper, too by the books guy. So, yeah, they will definitely hate eachother. (I bet Constantine would still continue to "flirt" with Giles from time to time, though, at that point he would probably do it to just to annoy him..) Honestly, their arguments will be a pure delight to read about, but also seeing them teaming up would be so much fun. I can already imagine Constantine's reaction upon learning about Giles' past. My head is flooded with so many different ideas but I'm not a writer, or at least not a very good one :(

Someone please write this 🙏🏻 and if there is such a fic exists then can someone please send me the link to it.

Thank you for reading my small rant on this and have a good day 😅

p.s. I apologise for my english, it's not my first language. (sometimes being multilingual is a nightmare when I try to express my thoughts 😅)

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[evieelyzabethh]

Hi me again! 👋🏻

I was wondering if you had time maybe to write a small fic (or one shot whatever you’re comfortable with) where the reader is Buffy’s cousin ( also library assistant or whatever you would like ) and the reader and Giles are in a secret relationship ( maybe smut?? ) and they’re navigating that and Buffy finds out and it’s this whole thing. If you’re busy I totally understand or if you just don’t want to, again it’s okay. I really do enjoy your work 🥰.

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pairing(s): Giles x Summers!Reader

summary: what started out as a short term fling has gotten increasingly complicated when the reciprocity and sincerity of feelings is called into questions. pt.1 of ???

warnings: smut, fem!reader, drinking, hand job, a bit of breast worship, clothed grinding, riding, slight choking, age gap (Giles is in his mid to late 40's, reader is in her late 20s/ early 30s), reader has nipple piercings bc I said so and I think they are hot

an: This fic will contain smut so be warned. You are responsible for your own media consumption, read at your own risk.

The man at the bar was a mystery to you. He didn't quite fit into the bar atmosphere. He wasn't one of the barely legals or illegals who snuck in eager to drink, he wasn't one of the old guys who came to hit on the bottle girls, he didn't smell like a smoker or shoot whiskey like a drinker. He was also British, something that left an odd taste in your mouth.

You couldn't call yourself a regular here, more often than not you found yourself at the Bronze, purely per Buffy's request, which had okay enough booze and slightly better music. Here, some place clearly meant for an older crowd called Jack's, is where the older man sat. Alone, he sat at the far corner, sometimes looking longingly at the stage like he was a performer. He didn't look like a performer though.

He was older than you. He was greyed out and looked like he came from when TVs were still in sepia tones. He looked like Gregory Peck in To Kill a Mockingbird, like he was always a moment away from scolding someone. It didn't help that he always looked tired, like a lot of his age came from stress. If that was the case, it still didn't make sense as to why he chose a bar to be his spot to wind down.

It was loud. Not in the way that the Bronze was, a type of loud filled with life. A loud spurred by rowdy souls, people who couldn't let loose at home, so they came to one of the only shitty bars in the small town to drink a shitty beer and watch their favorite sports team lose. Not to mention the countless barely legals who got into fights with the bartenders after they failed to get their underage friends a drink. Jack's wasn't a place to have fun, it was the place to avoid doing something reckless during your midlife crisis. You were only there because of convenience, and after being there for a half hour were already beginning to get a migraine.

Job hunting was rough. When you moved to Sunnydale on behalf of your aunt, she offered to let you stay under her roof, but being a grown woman who got up to grown woman shenanigans, it would be more than distasteful to do it in Joyce's home. You were lucky enough that the housing market was great in the area, with all the supernatural happenings so one chose to move to Sunnydale, but that still didn't mean that a decent looking apartment wouldn't cost you a nice sum of money every month.

I could just work here, was your first thought. You were once a young college student also desperate for money, you had bartended, you could always go back if you lacked self-respect. You had a degree dammit, sure you didn't have a doctorate, but you shouldn't need one to get a nice quiet desk job. Neither option was all that fulfilling, but something told you that bartending in a town when demons just roamed the streets didn't seem like a great idea.

The mystery man looked like he had a nice job. Maybe a nice car. Possibly a nice house. He looked financially stable, and fuck was that hot. What did he do? What was there to do in Sunnydale? You could ask.

You looked at his hands to see if there was a ring or any indication that there was someone waiting for him wherever he came from. Maybe a picture of a kid, maybe a photo of a significant other. Nothing. Nothing.

You slinked over to the seat beside him, not meaning to make your presence immediately known yet he still looked up as he felt the heat of someone else beside him. His glasses perched low on his nose and his grey hair tussled. His eyes were green. He was pretty.

"Hello?" He looked at you confused. He took a moment to drink you in. Younger, gorgeous, clearly bold.

"Hello."

"Are you waiting for someone?" You shook your head.

"No. Are you?" and he'd be lying if he said he was.

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"You know, I don't do this often." He said between the rare breaths that were allowed in between suffocating kisses. Whatever he took up in his free time must've involved a great workout regimen. His hand sat comfortably at your neck, and you basked in the warmth that it provided in his cold apartment. His other held your cheek, his thumb mindless rubbing against it in a way that was hypnotizing. It almost had a numbing affect, your skin not being able to get past the feeling making your brain pause as he kissed your lips.

He tasted like fine wine. He smelled like old books. You half expected him to quote a classic at you, you didn't know him well enough to gauge if he was the type. His tongue contradicted his previous statement. These weren't the kisses of a man out of practice, that or he did it so much in his youth it was impossible to forget. Something like riding a bike.

"For a man who doesn't do this often, you're mighty good at it." He smirked; you could feel it against your lips. You wished you could see it, but he had the lights in his bedroom turned low and you weren't sure you wanted to open your eyes in the fear that you were dreaming. It was warm, he was so warm. So warm it was noticeable when his lips left yours and moved to your neck, hovering under your ears. His breath fanning against your neck was enough to send shivers down your spine.

"You haven't even seen how good I am, darling." The pet name alone made you weak in the knees, but you would be damned if you swooned at someone called you darling. Granted, you couldn't help how your mouth went dry or how your pussy clenched at nothing, but he didn't need to know that. He was going to find out, but he can find out later when your lust ridden brain stopped listening to reason and pride.

"Show me, then."

He dipped his head to kiss you, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tip your head back and you let him, grabbing on to his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself. You were pressed between the wall and him, pressing him even closer as you fisted his shirt to pull him closer, but he was hesitant to oblige. He was teasing, you could tell by the way he smiled into your kisses, pulling away like he needed air while you chased after his lips.

"You having issues breathing, old man?" The hand at your neck squeezed, not enough to choke you but enough to make your head even dizzier. His other hand travelled to any piece of skin he could get his hands on. Feather light, his fingers ran across your arms, then your collarbones, before knocking the straps of your dress off your shoulder. His kisses moved slow, his tongue damn near like languid waves that you were somehow managing to drown in.

Still, you chased after him, and still, he ran. His lips ran to the corner of your mouth, to the skin of your neck his hand didn't engulf, to where your strap lay useless. His kisses scorched your otherwise cold skin, his mouth sucking hickeys and then immediately soothing them.

He was so soft. Soft in how his hands found the back of your dress, soft in how his eyes looked into yours, asking permission without even saying a word, soft like the way the fabric slipped of your body and onto the floor. Soft like the bed he laid you on. Even soft in the way he continued to tease you, his knee meeting the crotch of your panties and him meticulously unsnapping your bra as if you couldn't tell he knew how to do it.

He then paused for a minute, finally coming across something he hadn't experienced before. His fingers took the ball of cool metal between his fingers, and you moaned at how it pulled ever so slightly at your nipple.

"What are these?" You chuckled.

"I got 'em pierced ages ago. Drunk night out with a few friends my senior year." He continued to play with the metal ball, well aware of how you keened and ground yourself into his knee.

"So, I can play with them." Fuck. It was how he said it. Like a nerd you might've messed around with in school because he was a good tutor but also because he had that nerdy charm to him. Like playing with your body was a game of Operations he had been so eager to play and was determined to get good at. It was easy to imagine Giles like that, fogged up glasses, eyes concentrated and focused on figuring out what buttons to press to get a prize. There was the curiosity in his lust-blown eyes, and in your lust addled brain you were fine with being his toy.

"Please do." He didn't need to be told twice. Avid learner he was, he went in, his large hands easily covering your breasts. His fingers pulled at the bars, drawing whimpers out of you the more he prodded. It wasn't too rough, Giles was too soft to ever be truly rough, but the feeling of his gaze, your clothed pussy rubbing against his soft slacks, and his large hands over your chest was getting a bit much. And he hadn't even put his mouth on you yet.

It didn't take long for him to realize the feeling of your pierced tits in his mouth was one of the best things he's felt, and it felt even better for you. A wet patch had long since been growing and he certainly felt it too, it egged him on. He wasn't even in you, he hadn't even tasted you, and you were almost there. You were so close.

You grabbed at anything you could, his shirt, his sheets, his hands that held yours as you rocked yourself onto his knee until you saw stars. Then he grabbed your face and swallowed your moans as he kissed and kissed you until you came down. A moment of clarity hit you, and you pulled on his shirt. "Off." you told him simply, and he obliged. You smashed your lips into his, peeling off button after button until the shirt was thrown to the side and his undershirt beneath was discarded with even less care.

"Issues with patience, darling?" You shook your head.

"Not fair I'm practically naked and you were fully clothed." His retort was cut off by your lips as you sat up to meet him, his hands absent-mindedly finding your breasts and yours finding his belt and making quick work of it before he even realized what was happening. You kissed him through it, anyway, still chasing after him as he pulled away to curse at the feeling of your hand around his dick.

"Gods." he muttered, words tumbling out clumsily as you rubbed the tip of his cock. He never had the control to pull away fast enough for an adequate breather, just a second to get a breath out and pray. You were flattered. His hand seemed like it wanted to swat you away, but it didn't have the strength to betray his brain like that. It felt good. Too good. So good he couldn't even think, and Giles never stopping thinking and now he was drawing blanks. He was sure you had mocked him once or twice, which went through one ear and out the other.

He caught himself thrusting into your hand before he caught himself, grabbing your wrist. "Hang on." He choked out, but you didn't listen. Your hand moved up and down his shaft terribly slow, and it was almost worse. Watching you spit on your hand and collect pre-cum from his tip and spread it like some sick simulation of what it would be like to be in you, and yet he couldn't help but watch his hand completely cover yours as you pumped him. Don't cum yet.

"I said hang on." His breath was ragged and his voice was deep. This time he meant it. "There are condoms in the top left drawer. Take one out for me, love." And you did as such. Did it with so much assurance that you slid it on without him even needing to ask you. Slid your panties off and sank down so fast neither one of you was ready.

You both sat there a moment, feeling your nerve endings tingle and burn, like you were both on fire. But you were on fire together. Like you could feel every atom in your body, like it had all been reduced to nothing but water, you were both feeling everything and anything yet absolutely nothing at the same time. So much feeling any nuance got lost in the moment. Just being there, breaths away, with a complete stranger you were sleeping with because he was pretty and looked financially stable.

You kissed him, a real kiss. Spontaneous. One with a feeling neither one of you could decipher and both assumed meant nothing. You rode it out until you had both exhausted each other, you falling on top of him and him catching you.

"Would you like to use my shower before you go? Did you need a ride home?" You cheesed to yourself. And they say chivalry is dead.

"Yeah, that would be nice." You had already rolled out of his bed in search of your dress and waiting for feeling to return to your legs. "I never got your name."

"Giles. Rupert Giles." You giggled as you shook of your dress after picking it up from the floor. Sounds about right.

"And what do you do for a living, Mr. Giles."

"Do these things typically end in interviews?" He made no effort to get out of his bed, he even had the decency to turn away while you get dressed as if he wasn't just balls deep in you.

"No, but I am new to town and would like to not be broke."

"I'm a librarian." Of course, you are. "Have you any interest in literature?" You did. You were a nerd. You had tried convincing yourself you weren't for years, but you majored in philosophy and minored in classic literature; and no one likes philosophy majors.

"I dabble a bit. Got a degree from all the reading I did if that counts." He looked at you like he knew you were trying to make yourself sound cooler. Nerd calls to nerd.

"Well, plenty of places are always hiring. The turnover rate is quite atrocious here." And even new to town, you believed it.

"I just might."

☽✯☾

You did end applying, you even ended up getting the job. Apparently, your little cousin's high school was in desperate need of a library assistant. You also had the pleasure of freezing when you saw Giles again and watching your little cousin greet her favorite teacher.

It was almost worth it for the look on his face, though.

[emma-m-black]

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Sixteen

Rupert Giles x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

A new magical transfer comes to Sunnydale High, and ends up discovering a magical connection with our favorite Watcher.

OC is 19+ (Not a Minor), Age Gap, Slow Burn-ish (with a little preview thrown in there during the Bandy Candy Episode).

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Author Master List

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen,

Chapter Sixteen:

“Rose!” The shout of her name broke through the suffocating darkness she’d been lost in. Her eyes fluttered open as her body trembled, pain pulling her further into consciousness. “Rose, wake up!”

Buffy’s frantic face hovered above her, concern flooding her features.

A dull throb turned into searing pain at the back of Rose’s head. “Oww,” she whispered, raising her hand instinctively, but the moment she did, memories slammed into her like a freight train.

There had been a knock at the door. Joyce had answered it. Rose had heard her scream, and she’d rushed to help, stepping out into the night—then the sudden force throwing her back, her skull colliding with the banister. Darkness had followed.

“If you bring her outside, I can heal her,” came a distant, familiar voice, tugging Rose’s attention.

“That’s not going to happen,” Buffy snapped, her voice taut with tension. “Rose. Rose, they took my mother. I have to go after her. Do you know where they went?”

“Boarding house, Prescott Lane,” the voice replied again, each word dripping with a cold certainty. “The Watcher’s Council has been working out of there for the last week.”

Her father. Slowly, Rose turned her head, and there he was—sitting just outside the open front door, leaning on the frame like an outsider watching from the shadows. His eyes met hers, tired and broken in a way that mirrored something deep in her own chest.

“Rose, I ne—”

“Go, Buffy,” Rose cut in softly, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of pain and confusion inside her. “Save your mom.”

As Buffy gathered her weapons and disappeared into the night, Rose shifted, pressing her back against the banister for support. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Her father, sitting there so casually after everything, made her skin crawl.

“Rose, you’re bleeding. I can heal you if—”

“I’m not stepping out that door,” she interrupted, her tone sharp as her gaze locked onto his. “Were you there the whole time? Just… watching?”

Her father nodded slowly. “Yes, I saw what happened, but I... I couldn’t get into the house.”

The words stung, not just for their content but for what they implied—he had seen her in danger and she had spelled him from being able to help. Anger and sorrow tangled together in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

“How did you know the Watcher’s Council was here? Where they’re hiding?” Rose asked, her voice quieter now, as if the energy to stay angry was draining away.

“The coven has been watching all the comings and goings in town. The Elders went to them, told them about the interference from the Watcher and his Slayer,” he explained, his tone measured.

The betrayal hit her in waves—first slow, then suddenly, like a drowning sensation she couldn’t escape from. Her own family, people she’d trusted with everything, was tied up in this conspiracy. She wanted to scream at him.

“If you hurt them...” Rose warned, her voice trembling, though she wasn’t sure if it was from fear, anger, or the fresh stab of hurt.

“I don’t want anyone hurt,” her father said quietly. “Especially not you.”

Rose scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “But you’d still throw me on a pyre, wouldn’t you? All so you can keep your power.”

Her laugh was hollow, but it was the only thing holding back the tears she refused to shed. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“No,” he said, voice trembling slightly. “I’m done with it. They’ve excommunicated me, Rose. For telling your friends where you were. I won’t let them sacrifice you. I won’t let them destroy you. Not for this.”

There was a flicker of sincerity in his voice, and for a moment, just a split second, she wanted to believe him. But how could she? After everything? She had spent her whole life trusting this man, and in return, he had betrayed her. Lied to her. His actions had led her here—wounded, broken, and on the verge of losing everything.

“How could I ever trust you again?” she asked, her voice cracking. The words echoed the deeper pain inside her, a pain far worse than the throbbing in her head.

“I don’t expect you to trust me,” he admitted, sadness weighing down every syllable. “But I hope you’ll believe that I’ll be watching, and I’ll do what I can to help you. I’ll make up for the lies, somehow.”

Rose looked at him, eyes blurry with emotion, not entirely sure how to respond. She was too raw, too wounded. She shut her eyes and let out a shaky breath, trying to steady herself.

But then he spoke again.

“So, you and the Watcher seem quite close...”

The shift in tone was enough to drag her out of her misery, and a groan escaped her lips. “Dad...”

“He’s quite a bit older, though...” his voice was laced with discomfort.

“DAD!” Rose’s voice was louder now, a laugh bubbling up despite everything. She couldn’t help it.

“He’s also quite protective of you,” her father added softly.

“Mr. Giles is like that with everyone,” Rose mumbled, though her heartbeat quickened at the thought of Giles. She tried to ignore the memories—the closeness, the connection, the intimacy that had somehow drawn them together.

But then her father’s next words stopped her cold. “His right hook said otherwise.”

Her eyes shot open, staring at him in confusion. “What?”

“When I came to him, to ask them for help, he... well, we may have come to blows.”

“May have?” she asked, her mind whirling with the information. It didn’t fit—Giles was always so controlled, but then her mind flashed to the motel room with Ethan...

“It was the spell.“ she said simply, the memory of that time rising to the surface.

“Oh, I don’t think that was because of that silly love spell,” her father said, his tone darkening. “That Mr. Rayne explained everything. I know what spell they used, Rose. It only amplifies something that’s already there. Or has the potential to be.”

The weight of his words crushed down on her chest, suffocating. Her family knew. They knew everything. The embarrassment burned through her, hotter than any fire her family could throw her on.

“Wait... how much do you know?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, afraid of the answer.

“Everything, Rose.”

“Oh my God,” Rose groaned, the shame rising in her throat like bile. “I think I might die from embarrassment.”

Her father chuckled softly. “Hey, I never told you about my first time...”

“DAD! Oh my god no!” Rose screamed as she raised her hands to her ears to cover them.

A laugh broke through her lips before she could stop it, and soon her father was laughing too.

Rose wasn’t sure how much time had passed as she and her father exchanged stilted, awkward conversation. The distance between them—emotional and physical—felt like an invisible wall neither could fully breach. But then something flickered in her memory.

“Wait,” she said, snapping her attention to him. “You said came to blows… Did you punch Mr. Giles?”

Her father shifted uncomfortably, his lips twitching into a lopsided smirk. “Tried to. Didn’t get a very good hit in mind you,” he admitted with a small shrug. “But he was always faster than me.”

“What?” Rose’s voice was disbelieving, her mind struggling to connect the pieces of a life she never imagined her father shared with Giles. She stared at him in shock, the distance between past and present collapsing into one messy, tangled truth.

Before she could process the revelation, the familiar rumble of Giles’s car cut through the tension. Rose turned her head, watching as Giles and the Summers women emerged, each of them looking haggard and worn. It was as if the weight of the world clung to them.

Rose and her father stood as they made their way up the porch, the atmosphere shifting with their arrival. She made a move to approach Buffy, concern clouding her expression. “Buffy, are you okay?” she asked, taking a step forward before stopping abruptly, remembering the barrier—the house’s threshold that kept her father just outside and her safe.

“I’m okay,” Buffy replied, her tone flat but tinged with exhaustion. Her eyes flickered toward Rose’s father, wary and distrustful, but she carefully sidestepped him, ushering her mother inside and disappearing toward the kitchen.

Then, silence. The kind that crackles like static in the air, thick and suffocating.

“Rupert,” The greeting was cold.

“Cole,” Giles replied, his voice sharp with unspoken history.

Rose blinked, trying to wrap her mind around what she was witnessing. Her father, Giles, together. She could feel the words struggling to form in her mouth. “What is… happening?” she asked softly, her voice faltering, as if her brain couldn’t keep up with the revelations.

“We met long before all of this,” Cole said, keeping his eyes locked on Giles with an intensity Rose hadn’t seen before. “Oxford.”

“Oh, my god…” Rose whispered, her heart sinking into her stomach. This wasn’t just a collision of the past and present—this was a nightmare unfolding before her.

Cole’s gaze never wavered, hard and cold as it fixed on Giles. “Surprisingly, I wasn’t much of a fan of you back then either,” Cole said, his voice laced with bitterness.

Rose stood frozen, her heart hammering in her chest. Her father—the man who had betrayed her—and Giles, the person she trusted, the man she… had feelings for, were at odds. And not just because of her. They had known each other long before the curse, before her entire life had spiraled into chaos.

Giles’s response was biting, full of venom Rose had never heard him use. “Perhaps that was because you always knew, somewhere deep down, that I would be entrusted with your daughter’s care. While you and your coven plotted to kill her.”

“This was never what I wanted!” Cole’s retort came fast, his frustration clear as his voice cracked under the weight of his guilt. “I didn’t know about the curse until it was too late! By then, I’d already been blooded into the coven—excommunicated by my own family for turning my back on the Council. Don’t act like you’re some saint, Rupert. You slept with my teenage daughter.”

Rose’s blood ran cold as Cole’s words struck like a slap to her face. You slept with my daughter. The weight of that accusation—spoken aloud, right there in front of her—felt like a wave of humiliation crashing over her. Her face flushed hot, and she could feel the embarrassment suffocating her, knowing that not only her father but everyone knew what had happened between her and Giles.

“Wait, the Council?” she stammered, trying to latch onto anything to distract her from the overwhelming shame coursing through her.

Cole sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, his features hard with regret. “Much like Rupert, I rebelled against my destiny as a Watcher. But by the time I knew the truth—what your mother was, and the curse that bound the coven—it was too late. She was already pregnant with you, and there was no turning back. Not when I knew…”

Giles’s patience snapped, and his voice cut through the air like a blade. “That you would one day have to kill your own flesh and blood,” he spat, his face twisted in contempt. He shoved Cole, and the sudden violence startled Rose, her breath catching in her throat.

Cole staggered back, but he didn’t hesitate before pushing Giles right back. “There was nothing I could do! They would have hunted us down—hunted her down!” His voice broke, a hint of desperation leaking through.

Rose’s head spun as she stepped out into the night and between the two men before her—two people who seemed to care a great deal for her—now throwing accusations and fists as if she were some object of power, something to be fought over. Her heart ached with betrayal, and yet some small, wounded part of her wanted to believe her father. She wanted to trust that, somehow; he had meant to protect her. But how could she?

She looked at Giles, the man she had come to trust more than anyone, and saw the fire in his eyes—the protective, possessive rage that scared and comforted her in equal measure. And then there was her father, pleading for understanding in the only way he knew how. This wasn’t just some petty grudge between them; this was about her. About their failure to save her, their failure to keep her safe.

“So what, do you think you can protect, Rose? The good old Watcher—protector of the good and innocent—you threw your beloved Slayer to the slaughter.” Cole spat, stepping back, distancing himself from his daughter.

“What are you talking about?” Rose’s voice cracked, confusion and disbelief rippling through her as she glanced from her father to Giles.

Cole’s words were dripping with venom as he leaned against the railing. “Oh, did your beloved protector not tell you how, if the Slayer happens to live long enough, they’re basically put out to pasture by their Watcher? Strip them of their powers, see how they fare. It’s just a way to thin the herd, really. Get rid of the Slayer before they age out, before they’re too difficult to control. Then call up the next young, impressionable potential.”

“Buffy’s powers...” Rose whispered, her stomach twisting as horror crept into her heart. She turned to Giles, taking a step back from him, her eyes wide with disbelief. “You did that to her?”

Giles opened his mouth, his hand instinctively reaching out to her, but he stopped himself short, his face drawn tight with guilt. “Rose, I can explain.”

“You took her powers away. You left her defenseless. Her mother was kidnapped, I was attacked...” Rose’s voice rose, shaking with the weight of the accusation. She couldn’t believe it—couldn’t believe him.

Giles’s face blanched, his eyes wide with concern, his voice soft and urgent. “Are you okay?” He stepped toward her, desperation in his eyes, as if needing to know she was unharmed.

Rose waved him off, her anger bubbling up, her hand trembling. “I’m fine, but this isn’t about me!”

“It’s okay, Rose,” came Buffy’s quiet, steady voice from the doorframe. Her tone was calm, but there was an undercurrent of pain. “Giles put his job and his life on the line to stop the trial.”

“It doesn’t matter much now. They sacked me,” Giles muttered, his voice heavy with defeat, as if the weight of it was too much to bear. “I’ll be lucky if they don’t have me deported.” His eyes met Rose’s, filled with regret, and something else—something tender.

“Rupert,” Rose whispered. Her heart twisted, aching for him, but her body remained frozen in place. She wanted to reach out, to close the distance between them, but her feet wouldn’t move. She was caught between the love she felt for him and the overwhelming guilt, shame, and confusion choking her.

“The Council said he cared too much for me,” Buffy said with a faint smile, trying to break the tension. “And they were ready to hand you over to your coven, Rose. They didn’t want us meddling in your families affairs, but you’ll be happy to know, Mr. Murphy—” Buffy turned to Cole, her gaze steely—"Giles threatened to burn the Council to the ground if they laid a hand on your daughter. And we won’t have to worry about them. I made sure they got the message loud and clear: they’d better be out of town before my powers come back."

“The coven would’ve told the Council everything...” Cole muttered darkly, rubbing a hand across his face.

The weight of it all was too much for Rose. Everything came crashing down at once—the betrayal, the love, the guilt. The exhaustion from constantly looking over her shoulder, being hunted by her own family. Giles losing his place in the Council, risking everything for her... the reality of it cut through her like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. She wasn’t just feeling guilty for Buffy’s sake anymore. She felt a deep, gnawing fear that everything in her life was unraveling. Buffy’s mom had been kidnapped. Buffy herself had been left vulnerable. Rose’s own father, her flesh and blood, had been complicit in this madness. And Giles—Giles had sacrificed his career, his future, for her, and for his Slayer.

Her knees buckled. The weight, the shame, the love—it was overwhelming her. She felt herself falling, but before she could even register what was happening, strong arms caught her.

Giles lowered them both gently to the ground, his breath ragged with emotion. Rose let out a small, hiccupped sob as she looked up, her eyes locking with his. His blue eyes, always so calm, so steady, were now full of worry—worry for her. He cradled her gently, like she was something precious, something he couldn’t bear to lose.

And in that moment, her heart broke and mended all at once. She loved him. She loved him. It wasn’t the spell. It never had been. Her heart, her magic, every part of her, was bound to him in a way that transcended anything she could explain.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice barely audible as she reached up to touch his face. Her hand trembled as she traced the worry lines on his brow, her eyes searching his. She knew this love was another burden to carry, another complication, but she couldn’t deny it. Not anymore.

Even with everything falling apart, the truth was simple. She loved him, and he still cared enough about her to protect her—not even the chaos swirling around them—could change that.

Chapter Seventeen

[buffyversekinkmeme]

Holden Webster, vampire therapist

PROMPT: For some reason, instead of staking him, Buffy takes Holden Webster with her to talk to Spike (maybe she wants him to confirm the story, maybe she thinks a vampire therapist will help Spike, who knows). He ends up sticking around for season 7, and acting as a therapist to all of the scoobies. Lots of humor comes from having a vampire therapist, but he actually does help them work out some of their issues with each other.

Do not want: The characters being lectured about what they should think and then immediately changing their minds with no actual character development. Character bashing.

PROMPT RATING: Any

PROMPT FILL: This prompt has no fills so far.

[darling-i-read-it]

Replacement

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

Word Count: 2.6k

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

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

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

Genre: mostly fluff! 

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

(not my gif)

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

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

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

“Do you know who it is?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Duty calls.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure thing.”

“Have fun.” 

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?” He cleared his throat. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm?” 

“Where’s Rupert?” 

“Out.” 

“What was it? Westley?”

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

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

“Do you know where Rupert is?” 

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

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

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

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

“You met the replacement.” 

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

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

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

“That’s unhealthy,” Buffy noted. 

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

“Whatcha reading?”

“You’re miraculously calm.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Generally.” 

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

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

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

He nodded gently, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

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

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

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

“I have to speak to Mr. Giles.” 

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

-

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

Leaving you alone with Wesley. 

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

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

“He fraternized with a colleague?” 

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

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

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

“Classic.”

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

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

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

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

You were alone with Rupert. Finally.

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

“Am I so predictable?”

“You’re a classic.” 

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

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

“Wesley will never be you.” 

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.” 

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

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

“Hm?” 

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

“Under the desk.” 

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

“Oh?” You shrugged. 

“Yes sir.” 

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

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

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

Wesley turned back to bother Buffy some more.

[lokidokieokie]

Rupert Giles Masterlist

ONESHOTS

Threads of Redemption

Accidental Slumber

[companyofvamps]

For deserting the Watcher's Council, Rupert Giles is cursed to spend his days as a swan, hopelessly drowning in his failures. Until he meets Jenny, a princess with her own reasons to run away.

Jenny’s skinny red-tipped arrow pierced through a widespread wing, the body that splashed into the lake was not a swan in the slightest. In the water, a man stood up, wet, gripping onto the dark red spot where the arrow stuck out of his pale shirt.   “Oh no, no, no - ” Jenny gasped. Loud, unladylike, and dropped her bow onto the ground. Her hands were too busy clapping over her mouth. "Shit."

Soooo I made a post joking about this Swan Lake AU, and then thought about it, and thought about it, and thought about it some more before deciding to actually write it. Very au, far from most of the BTVS canon - but also very Giles/Jenny. If you enjoy them I hope you enjoy this :)

this could have been the longest thing ever if i let it, so think of it as a soft introduction to a 'could be a long epic one day' concept

[jannacalendar]

After a lot of editing, deleting, yelling at the Google Doc, and deleting some more, the third chapter of my Jenny Lives AU is up! Something I wish we would have been able to see more of in the show is how Jenny recovered and came to terms with her possession, which I have explored in this update.

Eventually some peaceful sleep was granted to her and the spring in her step returned laboriously, but one obstacle she could not overcome was a return to the library. Specifically, going to talk to the man who inhabited it. Jenny had been avoiding Rupert and his dwellings for her own sake. Knowing how much resentment she was harboring for what had happened, she feared snapping at him and saying something she could never take back. It scared her that at times, when this thought came to mind, she felt a want to go and do just that. Scream and shout at him until her throat was raw and they were past the point of no return. Rupert did himself no favors by suspiciously hovering around the corridors that led to her classroom. He never said anything, but he’d mastered a pained expression for her benefit. Jenny found herself starting to get really pissed off when she saw him, in lieu of her former delight whenever they crossed paths.

I also got to write more of the Scoobies in this one, which was fun! I think we're all on the same 'we wish Jenny and Willow would have interacted more' page and I will be indulging in that dynamic more as we go forward.

“For you!” The girl exclaimed, her hand shaking as if she was concerned her teacher was going to take the offering and launch it at her head. Jenny took the bag and peered into it, appreciatively looking down on the blueberry muffin that awaited her. She’d skipped breakfast that morning. Well, she tended to skip breakfast every morning, constantly running late, but she was particularly feeling the consequences for her bad organization that day. “You’ve missed a crazy week.” “How crazy are we talking?” Jenny asked through a bite of her snack. Willow invited herself into the seat opposite her and Jenny did not mind her company one bit. Since she had removed herself from the supernatural goings on around Sunnydale, Willow had taken to filling her in on both the mystical news and her own personal developments. It had been uncharacteristically quiet in recent days, but clearly the universe had been lulling them into a false sense of normality.  “Two Slayer crazy!” Jenny choked on her muffin.  “Two Slayers? What about that whole: in every generation there is a chosen one spiel?” “Well, Buffy technically died last year, right? So it activated another Slayer. She’s called Kendra, she’s weird.” “Weird how?” “She’s like a girl Giles, she’s read all these books and doesn’t go out-”

[jester-lover]

A little bit into season 2, and the idea of him with an art teacher is definitely something I’m looking to write

[gemstone-roses]

Giles X reader

Me and @my-head-is-an-animal were talking and agreed what needed to be done about the lack of fics for Giles. So here we are.

Thankyou so much @my-head-is-an-animal for reading this over and giving me some fab advice!

Summary: Giles helps you through an anxiety attack.

Word count: 1k ish.

Warnings: contains descriptions of an anxiety attack, loneliness, vague mentions of how people and life can be unkind sometimes. Heavy hurt comfort vibes I can't stop thinking about being comforted by this man okay.

A:N- everyone experiences anxiety differently and this fic will reflect my experiences, but I hope this brings comfort to anyone reading this, as it did for me when writing it. As always 18+ only thankyou! This took SO long to write so please be nice and kind thanku 😊.

Giles knew immediately he liked you. There was something about you, something, endearing.

You walked in one evening after seeing the assistant required poster on the town noticeboard and when Giles had asked what qualifications you had you responded simply and almost nervously, 'I love books'.

He'd held out his hand and chuckled 'your hired'.

You'd become fast friends with the British librarian ever since. Helping him get books for his students… and the buffy gang, you soon became familiar with the layout of the library.

You spent your evenings curled up in the chair, books piled lazily on the floor, and before long you didn't even need to hesitate to remember the shelf when giles or willow asked for a specific book.

You stayed late most nights, Giles would turn off the main lights and make you a cup of tea while you read and he researched. He looked adorable with his glasses hanging out his mouth when he was thinking .He'd hand you the steaming mug, saucer too, because he's Giles, with a smile each time.

It's been a busy week, every night you've stayed late with giles and buffy and co to help deal with some demon or other.

Finally, the demon was dealt with and buffy and everyone left to have some sort of socialising after a night of battling. You just want to curl up with a book, you've felt off all day and nothing has quite snuffed out that feeling. Usually when you felt like this you'd curl up under the thickest blankets you could find in your place and you'd fiddle with the chain on your neck.

It was a simple piece of jewellery, the small circle hanging in the middle of the chain contained your favourite quote from one of your favourite books in tiny writing. It brought you comfort whenever your hands reached for it. The words brought you comfort.

You'd always found more comfort and affection in books than in people. In the past, life or rather, some people in it, had not been kind to you.

And when that happened, you found your escape in books.

"Tea?" Giles asks, sighing, sending a small smile your way.

"Mm no thanks" you shook your head. You shivered slightly.

"Are you alright?" Giles asks, eyebrows raised, you never turn down a cup of tea from him, it worried him slightly, but he pressed on.

"Mm, just tired" you assured him with a small smile.

Giles is unconvinced.

"Right" he says, and he does that little nod that he does when he's not really paying attention when he's researching and someone talks to him, except this time he is paying attention.

"I'll just put these books back and then I'll get off for the night" you say, your not looking at him though, almost past him. standing up and gathering the books with one hand, the other hand wraps around the chain hanging round your neck, twisting it round your fingers.

"Y/n?" Giles asks, and you're far too concentrated on holding onto the pile of books in your hand you don't notice he's right in front of you.

"Giles" you say, finally looking up at him, your sure that his piercing but concerned gaze can see right through you, right through to your heart hammering in your chest.

Giles takes the books out of your hand gently and places them on top of the shelf.

His hand comes back and lingers on your arm.

"What's the matter?" And he asks so softly you think you might break down then.

Your hand goes back to fiddle with the chain around your neck, it's the only thing you know for a fact brings you even an ounce of comfort ,but Giles reaches for your hand instead, pulling it away, he closes his hand, which is much bigger than yours, around it.

It's a gesture your unfamiliar with.

"I- I'm fine" you whisper

Giles frowns, his hand still holding yours.

"It's alright" he whispers, and the hand that's on your arm squeezes

You close your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Hey look at me" Giles says softly.

"m sorry, I don't, i cant- " you go dizzy, your breathing becomes faster, your head spins.

"Breathe,y/n" Giles says. His tone is laced with concern as he looks at you, your chest heaves as he moves his hand to your chin.

"Y/n, i got you" he says softly, his hand swipes at a tear running down your cheek.

"No" you whisper, and Giles frowns again but this time its because he can see you're not used to this kind of… affection, of this kind of.. comfort. And Giles feels a sudden pang of sadness at that,and then an overwhelming urge to make sure you never feel so alone again.

"Come here" he whispers, pulling you into his tight embrace.

You wrap your arms around him like your clinging to a life raft.

"There you go, I got you love" he comforts.

Giles holds you until you've stopped shaking.

"What can I do?" He asks after a moment, still not letting you go.

"im cold" you whisper,

"and tired" you added.

"Come on" he says, ushering you over to the couch in his little office.

Giles shrugs off his jacket and places it over you, when he's satisfied your sufficiently tucked in with his jacket, he sits in the corner of the couch, pulling you close to him.

you bring your knees up to your chest as you curl into him.

His fingers move slowly up and down your arm, comforting. Safe.

"Giles?" You whisper, and he stops and moves slightly.

"Hmm?" He says

"Thankyou" you say softly, and you wrap your arm around his waist and drift off in his embrace.