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naalbinder · 3 years ago

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phoebe bridgers // elliott smith parallels

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4BEfu6YZ7XbdHFZBXthIpN?si=6bf8fc460eba4d33

E - Riot Coming - “Sat down in jail with this friend of mine/Who'd never close both his eyes/But one was shut all the time/To cover the thing he was scared of”

E - Stupidity Tries “To sail across the sea of trash”

E - Going nowhere - “The old records are sitting on the floor/The ones I can’t put on anymore”

E - Clementine - “Anything to pass the time/And keep that song out of your mind”

P - Smoke Signals - “One of your eyes is always half-shut/Something happened when you were a kid” - “burning trash out on the beach” - “You said that song'll creep you out until you're dead”

E - Miss Misery - (music videos on the same street)

E - Easy way out - “While I watch you making mistakes/I wish you luck I really do” “I heard you found another audience to bore”

E - Looking Over My Shoulder - “Another sick rock ‘n’ roller acting like a dick”

E - Placeholder - “I'm the person you'll never need/The biggest loser on sixteenth street” - “Just like my favourite song/Some pretty words that didn't last that long”

P - Motion Sickness - “I'll be glad that I made it out/And sorry that it all went down like it did” “You said when you met me, you were bored” - “Hey, why do you sing with an English accent?/I guess it's too late to change it now”

E - Some Song - “Help me kill my time cause I'll never be fine”

P - Funeral - “Jesus Christ i'm so blue all the time/And that's just how i feel/Always have and i always will ”

E - Bled White - “Happy and sad come in quick succession/I’m never going to become what you became”

P - Demi Moore - “I got a good feeling/It doesn't happen very often”

E - St Ides Heaven - “With an open container from 7/11”

E - A Fond Farewell - “A fond farewell to a friend”

P - Scott Street - “With an open heart, open container” - “Anyway, don’t be a stranger / don’t be a stranger”

E - Last Call - “And I think I’m all done, you can switch me off safely/While i’m lying here for sleep to overtake me”

E - Roman Candle - “I’m a roman candle/My head is full of flames ”

P - Killer - “But when I’m sick and tired/And when my mind is barely there/When a machine keeps me alive/And I’m losing all my hair/I hope you kiss my rotten head/And pull the plug” - “Tame the fire in you”

E - Georgia Georgia

P - Georgia - “Georgia, Georgia, I love your son”

E - Twilight - “That you are already somebody’s baby”

E - See you later - “Made out of a night train”

E - King’s Crossing - “Instruments shine on a silver tray”

P - Chelsea - “You are somebody’s baby” - “For a chemical imbalance/You sure know how to ride a train” - “With a needle on a tray”

E - Christian Brothers - “No bad dream fucker's gonna boss me around/Christian brothers gonna take him down”

P - Would you rather - “Quarantined in a bad dream/He's half the man and you're twice as tall”

E - Son of Sam - “Son of Sam, son of a doctors love a nurses touch/Acting under orders from above”

P - You Missed My Heart - “A feeling of relief came over my soul/I couldn't take it any longer, and I lost control”

E - Bye - (instrumental)

E - New Monkey (Instrumental)

P - DVD Menu - (instrumental)

E - Coming up roses - “And you're coming up roses everywhere you go/Red roses follow”

E - Rose Parade - “Said, Won't you follow me down to the Rose Parade?”

P - Garden Song “They're gluing roses on a flatbed/You should see it, I mean thousands”

E - Condor Ave - “I don’t know what to do with your clothes or your letters”

E - Baby Britain - “Fights problems with bigger problems/Sees the ocean fall and rise/Counts the waves that somehow didn’t hit her/Water pouring from her eyes/Alcoholic and very bitter”

E - Say Yes - “I'm in love with the world/Through the eyes of a girl/Who's still around the morning after”

E - Seen How Things Are Hard - “You just didn't care/You were off getting drunk instead”

E - The Biggest Lie - "Oh, I just told the biggest lie/ I just told the biggest lie/The biggest lie"

P - Kyoto - “And you wrote me a letter/But I don't have to read it” - “I wanted to see the world/Then I flew over the ocean/And I changed my mind” - “I wanted to see the world/Through your eyes until it happened/Then I changed my mind” - “I'm gonna kill you/If you don't beat me to it” - "Guess I lied/I'm a liar/Who lies/'Cause I'm a liar"

E - Memory Lane - “Your little house on memory lane ”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Angel in the snow/all crushed out on the way you are”

E - Last Call - “And I wanted her to tell me that she would never wake me”

E - New Monkey - “For the millions of fans ignoring the bands”

E - Waltz #2 - “I'm never gonna know you now/But I'm gonna love you anyhow”

E - Amity - “I'm a neon sign and I stay open all the time”

P - Punisher - “The house where you lived with Snow White” - “But never not sweet to the trust funds and punishers” - “What if I told you/I feel like I know you?/But we never met” - “The drugstores are open all night/The only real reason I moved to the east side”

E - Some Song - “Yeah it's halloween tonight and every night”

E - Pitseleh - “I got a joke I've been dying to tell you/A silent kid is looking down the barrel/To make the noise that I kept so quiet”

P - Halloween - “Baby, it's Halloween” - “I hate living by the hospital/The sirens go all night/I used to joke that if they woke you up/Somebody better be dying”

E - Shooting Star - “So bad, so far/You made me sad/Shooting star/You're distant and cold/And a sight to behold/Everybody just sighs”

E - Satellite - “When they call it a lover's moon, the satellite/'Cause it acts just like lovers do, the satellite/A burned-out world you know/Staying up all night/The satellite”

E - Everything Reminds Me of Her - “Why are you staring into outer space, crying?/Just because you came across it and lost it”

P - Chinese Satellite - “Took a tour to see the stars/But they weren't out tonight/So I wished hard on a Chinese satellite” - “Sometimes, when I can't sleep/It's just a matter of time before I'm hearing things” b- “Instead, I look at the sky and I feel nothing/You know I hate to be alone/I want to be wrong”

E - Coast to Coast - “Still you're keeping me around/'Til I finally drag us both down (Gonna drag us both down)”

E - Little one - “The moonlight tonight/Seems to belong to me” - “One more/Little one, I love you”

E - Coming up Roses - “The moon is a sickle cell/It'll kill you in time” “While the moon does its division/You're buried below”

E - Everything Means Nothing to Me - “At attention, looking backward in a pool of water/Wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder/Who keeps singing over everything”

E - Pretty Mary K (Other Version) - “oh Mary K, I can see your face/down there in the waves, painted and erased/but I know it's just a reflection of the moon”

P - Moon song - (52) “You asked to walk me home/But I had to carry you” - (53) “And if I could give you the moon/I would give you the moon” - (54) “You are sick and you're married/And you might be dying” - (55/56) “And you pushed me in/And now my feet can't touch the bottom of you” “But you're holding me like water in your hands/When you saw the dead little bird”

E - New Disaster - “Everybody is the same in this long no-win game/Where every new blood/Gets time to become resigned” - “Until everyone knows that your smile is just a ghost/The ghost of your smile was seen on a body in the park”

P - Savior Complex - “Baby, you're a vampire/You want blood and I promised” - “All the bad dreams that you hide/Show me yours, I'll show you mine”

E - Oh well, Ok - “If you get a feeling next time you see me/Do me a favor and let me know/Cause it's hard to tell, it's hard to say 'oh well, Ok'”

E - Last Call - “You're a tongueless talker/You don't care what you say”

E - Angel in the Snow - “Only a cold still life/ that fell down here to lay beside you”

P - ICU - (58) “But I feel something when I see you now/I feel something when I see you” - (59) “I hate your mom/I hate it when she opens her mouth/It's amazing to me/How much you can say/When you don't know what you're talking about” - “laying down on the lawn” “if you’re a work of art/I’m standing too close/I can see the brush strokes”

E - Happiness / The Gondola Man - “What I used to be/Will pass away and then you'll see/That all I want now/Is happiness for you and me”

E - Whatever (Folk Song in C) - “Whatever you're doing now would probably suit me fine/If you're all done, like you said you'd be/What are you doing hanging out with me?”

E - Big Ballad of Nothing - “You can do what you want to whenever you want to/You can do what you want to there's no one to stop you”

P - Graceland too - “Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment” - “Whatever she wants (Whatever you want)”

E - Bottle up and Explode “Bottle up and go/I can make it outside”

E - A Distorted Reality is Now a Necessity to be Free - “God knows why my country don't give a fuck” - “Shine on me baby, because it's raining in my heart”

E - Alphabet Town - “Alphabet City is haunted”

P - I Know The End - “There's no place like my room” - “To some America First rap country song” “Driving out into the sun/Let the ultraviolet cover me up”- “I'll find a new place to be from/A haunted house with a picket fence”

#phoebe bridgers #elliott smith #playlist

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americachavez · 4 years ago

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did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)

getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward

some notes before we begin:

the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man

all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that

I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot

this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto

S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great

S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3

S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew

S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man

S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING

S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc

S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.

S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.

S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!

S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.

S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here

S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking

S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.

S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol

S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.

S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf

S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck

S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too

S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade

S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said

S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes

S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot

S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT

S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean

S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash

S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy

S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.

S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.

S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.

S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip

S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok

S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.

S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON

I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself

#reply tag #spn tag #literally no one read this lol this is insane #Anonymous

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ayzrules · 4 years ago

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✶ 𝐇𝐗𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒: 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 & 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 & 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Long story short, I have been thinking about this for wayyyyy too long now and wanted to get some ~thoughts~ & analysis written down! This post is going to be...fairly long, lol. Apologies in advance :D

Also, if you can’t see the last gif (the one for ‘holy’), click here. Tumblr keeps fucking up the image when i try to upload it :////

This post is probably going to be about 2/3 yorknew & phantom troupe/kurapika focused, 1/3 chimera ants, maybe with some references to other arcs (including manga-only arcs) mixed in. so, ofc, tons of spoilers ahead! also, i realize that my blog theme is hard to read (and i’m p sure clicking ‘keep reading’ sends you to the og post itself), so i’m linking the post w/ full text copy/pasted in on my art backup side blog (which has a more legible font) here.

✶ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 I’m sure absolutely nobody is surprised with me starting here - there is just. SO. MUCH. DEATH. in hxh. & right from the start, one thing I noticed that togashi really emphasized was the #4 and its connection to death. in japanese, chinese, and im p sure some other asian cultures the number 4 is pronounced like the word for death so it’s associated with death in general, and boy oh boy does the ‘deadly number 4′ thing show up E V E R Y W H E R E. we get to the hunter exam, and hisoka is applicant #44. kurapika is #404. i didn’t notice it at first, but this was so intentional holy shit. togashi is NOT SUBTLE.

So pika & hisoka are, right off the bat, associated with death. okay. and then there are even more clues to drive the point home: hisoka is member #4 in the phantom troupe, kurapika’s birthday is april 4th (aka 4/4). 100% not a coincidence (!!). with hisoka, it’s pretty obvious why togashi’s throwing all this death 444444 stuff around - dude is a psycho murder pedo clown, literally gets off on killing people (and there’s also the fact that judas sits 4th from the left in the last supper painting, and he’s sort of the judas equivalent for the phantom troupe). with kurapika, though, it’s a bit more subtle and woven deeper into his characterization, which i LOVE. togashi puts the mans in blue & gold & white (traditionally ‘pure’ or ‘heavenly’ colors), makes him so fucking kind & so good-hearted.....when he’s not relentlessly pursuing his revenge, ofc. more on this in the next section, but pika = death. togashi has made that v v v clear.

Backtracking a bit to hisoka, though, I also just wanted to point out the 4 is death symbolism in the fortunes too (GOD i love the fortunes): in one translation, he’s the false fourth moon, and in the og japanese (i think), he’s the false hare (4th in the lunar zodiac or w/e it’s called. i don’t know the japanese cultural influences here, but in the chinese legend that established the zodiac animals, they race across the heavenly river & the top 12 animals got zodiac slots. the hare finished 4th, so it’s #4 in the cycle).

And just as a final note, Tserriednich is the fourth prince of the kakin empire, and also another dude who has a hard-on for murder & other gory shit. again: togashi is not subtle with this, lmfao

✶ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘, 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 As probably everyone who’s gotten to yorknew knows, togashi is so 0 fucks given when he wants to be. I mean there’s the whole thing where he just. took New York and decided, Yorknew. LMFAO, but also, he made the main antag of that arc be named chrollo lucilfer, sit around in a ruined church, have a reversed cross coat, pale & dark-haired/dark-eyed, generally dressed in dark colors, very terrible murder guy. liiiike......chrollo x devil symbolism game is 1000/10 at this point lmaooo

And i know absolutely nothing about christianity in general, but pt/kurapika & yorknew arc is just so full of christian imagery/symbolism! one thing that i L O O O O O O V E though is how togashi really blurs the traditional christian-coded good/evil, holy/damned boundaries.

Back to kurapika: he wears gold and blue, his coloring is very stereotypically ‘angelic’, he’s precious and good and kind. his chains are all about ~judgment~ and ~healing~ - some of the chains are also in literal cross shapes, aren’t they? And the chain dagger in his own heart...the imagery is very startlingly similar to the immaculate heart of mary, where the swords stabbing thru the heart apparently represent seven sorrows. IDK much about this stuff other than the visual similarities; literally had to google ‘daggers through heart christianity?’ to even get the name of that thing LOL. anyway, at first, it seems like togashi establishes him as the ‘angel’, the ‘good’, the ‘holy’ in the angel/devil, good/evil, holy/damned dichotomy between him and chrollo.

But that’s not the end of the story. his entire storyline is driven by a huuuuuuuge giant desire for vengeance, first of all, and then there’s the scarlet eyes, which canonically are seen as demonic/cursed/what have you (according to one of the movies or smth? where they show pika as a 10 y/o?), and then we also have red eyes in modern culture being associated w pretty much the same thing (vampires, anyone?). the fight scene with uvo has everything in b&w besides the blood on his face & his red eyes & the moon (<<< more fortune foreshadowing & symbolism, i love to see it), and there are tonssss of scenes where he has to suppress his rage. so all of that is obviously not very angelic of him i would say LOL. in fact, what i find super interesting is that the scarlet/red eyes (which are ‘demonic’) is actually the driving factor behind his super powerful nen abilities; this ties in so well with the fortunes & death associations imo! the fortunes call him the ‘death-bringer’ in one translation, or ‘half-angel, half-death’, so that’s one side of pika = red eyes = death, but there’s also the fact that emperor time is literally draining his life force. so pika = death for both himself and others namely the pt, question mark?

Now for chrollo: togashi’s devil symbolism is EXTREMELY overt with him, but i love the subtler jesus references too. the church thing, obviously, and the st. peters cross which is cuz st peter respected jesus too much & didn’t think he was worthy to die in the same way as him (or something like that, i am the most atheist person in the world & hxh is literally my entire christian education pls) but is also used as an anti-christianity symbol these days. bandit’s secret looks like a bible, lbr, and mans has a cross tattoo.

Other things beyond visuals - 12 spiders, 12 apostles; hisoka’s betrayal, where member #4 can be thought to correspond to judas sitting 4th from left at last supper. and this miiiiight be a bit of a stretch, but i think the meteor city being the place of origin may also play into the blurred line between angel/devil and holy/damned here; meteors are defined as space rocks that are in earth’s atmosphere, becoming incandescent in the process. meteorites are for the kinds that actually reach the ground. and idk, lucifer was cast out of heaven / sky too right? so i think there might be some subtle fallen angel imagery/symbolism playing into the pt as well

✶ 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒) Last section yay! i don’t have as much to say about this, besides when i was making chimera ant arc edits & realized that there might have been some subtle gon/meruem parallels???

So obviously, everyone knows that line killua says to gon - “you are light” - and then i was just remembering that meruem’s name means.... “light that illuminates all” (!!!!). maybe it’s a coincidence, but knowing togashi, i’m leaning towards nahhhh. there HAS TO be some kinda meaning there (!!).

Going back to the events of the chimera ant arc....ooh boy. let’s see: gon is optimistic & hopeful even in the face of kite potentially being dead, killua says he’s light, they find kite & dude is fucked up, gon is pissed. gets all angry & ~dark~, especially during the palace invasion when he’s staring pitou down as she fixes up komugi. then the actual fight against pitou: more darkness, more anger, but through it all there’s still light, namely his jajanken being very orange & fiery lookin.....and that final sequence, where he puts all his possible nen he’d ever have into his ~final form~ or wahtever & turns into a male version of true form!bisky but dressed in a crop top & short-shorts (i am SCARRED, btw. s c a r r e d !). there’s just huuuge flashes of light as that’s going on, and it reminded me of supernovas or dying stars when i was thinking about it, where the star is like, collapsing under its own weight? & burning thru its own fuel, until there’s nothing left except a dwarf or black hole or what have you. one final, extremely deadly burst of light & energy before death.

On the meruem side of things: born into a dark cave, exhibits a traditionally evil/cruel/wicked/whatever personality/traits so that has ppl associating him with darkness. then he gets to know komugi, starts to appreciate other aspects of humanity, seems like he could have actually turned into a decent person who doesn’t want to eat everyone - so that’s a ‘path to light’, maybe? - and then the extermination team yeets themselves into the palace, netero takes him out to bumfuck nowhere, they fight. netero’s fighting is just ALL light, from his giant ass golden 100-type guanyin bodhisattva to the poor man’s rose. again, there’s the sense of finality to it all, in a similar vein to dying stars: netero comes in determined to kill meruem no matter what, and we all know netero doesn’t flake. then we see netero get destroyed after the zero hand, and he triggers the rose, and everything is burning & on fire before the flames are put out and all turns dark again.

But wait!!! pouf & youpi revive meruem and all he does is play gungi with komugi, even with the poison of the rose. he eventually dies, and the gungi pieces in that final shot of them together (i am BAWLING just thinking about it holy shit) has one that’s all white, one that’s a black ring and white inside. i assume all white is for komugi, who has never done ANYTHING wrong in her LIFE, so i like to think that the 2nd one is for meruem - born “into darkness”, literally & figuratively, but he turns something like ‘good’ by the end. it’s interesting how togashi has sort of gone for a bit of a subversion here: the hero going from light to darkness, and the main antag from darkness to light.

✶ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 AahhhhHHHHHhhh so if you read all the way down here through my LONG rambles, tysm! i would LOVE LOVE LOVE to hear what other people think about all this, and i’ve FOR SURE missed tons and tons of stuff - chimera ants is just. SO MUCH. and i don’t know it as well as yorknew eeek.

I’m not sure if i’m really ~knowledgeable~ in any other areas relating to hxh, so this might be the only one of these that i do, but i definitely think about some of this - esp all the religious symbolism & #4 stuff - a ton! so in the meantime, if it’s of any interest, i’m just going to shamelessly plug my hxh x religious beliefs/superstitions edit series :D lots of love to all!!!

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inkandpen22 · 4 years ago

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Beautiful Angel of Darkness (7/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mild swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

Part Summary: Y/N is starting to improve and live by Angel’s lifestyle. Then, someone pays her a visit.

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Six months later...

Who would've thought working at the law firm as one of Angel's team members would be so fulfilling? Granted, it took a moment to get settled... more like a month. There was a withdrawal period, not pretty. Angel sort of locked me away in his basement for a few weeks. After that, I bounced right back and started fresh! Now, I'm Angel's assistant, much better than Harmony. I gave her the boot as soon as I got released from the basement cell.

I step off the elevator to Wolfman & Hart with Angel's usual blood bag in a cup and my iced coffee. I drink my blood bag on the way here.

I set everything down at my desk in front of the firm's sign. The normalcy of having a daily routine again is nice. When I was with Spike, I thought normalcy would bore me to death. I guess Angel was right, there is some humanity left in me.

I knock on Angel's office door, blood cup in hand. When he announces for me to enter, I greet him warmly and immediately get into the day's agenda.

"Morning Boss, we have a busy day ahead of us!"

As per usual, he wears a crossed expression as he stands behind his desk shuffling through some papers.

He sighs in frustration, "Y/N, have you seen the-"

I place his mock coffee cup in his hand so I can grab the case file from under my arm. He glances between me and the file in amazement.

"You left it on my desk when you were leaving last night," I explain with a light chuckle.

"You're a lifesaver," he thanks as he eases down in his chair.

"It's what I'm here for," I shrug and lean against his desk beside him.

"Sorry for keeping you here late this week. I'm sure you much rather be home," he apologizes as he reviews the contents of the case. "I just... I don't know how to go about this."

"Maybe a fresh pair of eyes?" I suggest, reaching for the file.

Angel hesitates to hand it over. He doesn't like me working directly on cases. He believes I'm not ready for the gruesomeness of them and that the blood may trigger me to regress.

"Angel, I'll be fine!" I assure him confidently.

Reluctantly, he hands over the papers and I begin to skim the crime scene photographs. The police are involved, believing it to be a violent murder. However, Angel and the others are pinning it with a series of animal attacks the last few days. They suspect a werewolf. Angel wasn't wrong, these images are rather unsettling, but nothing I can't handle.

"Based on the slashes on the neck, I would agree with you and say it's not cut wounds. There are no signs of forced entry either," I analyze.

"But all of the damage..." He debates.

"It's from the attack. If you were being attacked by a werewolf, you'd toss a lamp and vase at it, wouldn't you?" I reason. "The front door is in perfect condition, except for the blood, of course. I suspect the victim knew their attacker," I determine and hand the file back to Angel.

He leans back in his chair, deep in thought. Humming, he considers my predictions. "That would certainly narrow down the suspect list."

"Was she single?" I question.

He frowns in confusion, "I think so, why?"

"Check her calendar, see who her latest date was with," I suggest as I rise from my leaning position against his desk.

"You got all of that from looking at one photo?" Angel remarks in astonishment.

I glance over my shoulder as I head toward the door. "Told you shouldn't let me help sooner," I wink.

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At noon sharp, Angel likes his second cup of O Neg. It sounds tedious, knowing exactly when my boss likes his blood. If someone told me months ago that I would be fetching Angel everything he needs, I would've killed them. Ironically, I've never felt never more human than when I'm at Wolfman & Hart. I feel like I have a life of my own, my existence. Before...Before Spike, I belonged to my family. Then, I belonged to Spike. Now, I belong to myself. Granted, Angel watches me like a hawk, but he's easing up.

Angel and the others hold a team meeting at the same time I'm supposed to deliver his refreshment. More and more lately, Angel lets me sit in on the meeting. It's usually so that I can act as a scribe while they talk, but I still appreciate the invite.

Carrying my files, notepad, and Angel's drink, I back into his office door as I'm handless at the moment. Right when the door gives, I immediately announce his dinner plans with a major banker to discuss his Greed Demon issue. "Don't forget tonight, the meeting with Stuart Lawrence! You have to be at his residence in Brentwood at seven o'clock sharp and-"

I stop dead in my tracks as my eyes flicker toward Angel's desk. Instead of just seeing Angel stressing over some papers, as usual, I see a bleach blonde vampire reading over his shoulder.

The paper coffee cup falls from my hand and spills on the floor by my feet. The substance coats my left heel, staining it crimson.

"Y/N..." Spike utters my name with his smooth accent.

"Oh my God..." I whisper breathlessly in awe.

Angel flies up from his chair and points to the door. "Y/N, get out of here!"

"Never took you for the lawyer type," Spike smirks mischievously as he slithers toward me. "Gotta admit though, loving the working woman style." He gestures at my body up and down like I'm a mannequin in a store.

Behind me, the other members of Angel's team enter for their meeting.

"Lorne, take Y/N home!" Angel instructs.

"Right away, Boss," Lorne complies.

"Take one step closer to her green goblin and I'll bite your head off!" Spike threatens sharply.

"Spike, stop it!" Angel barks.

"Oh come on, Angel," Spike dismisses as he closes in on me. His fingers comb through the ends of my hair. "It isn't like you to ruin a perfectly good reunion!"

My body tenses under his touch, much to Spike's dismay. It wasn't long ago that his embrace was the only thing that kept me tied down to Earth. Now, it makes me shutter.

"You shouldn't be here!" Angel growls as he rushes over to us and yanks Spike away from me. "She's been doing great without you!"

"Have you forgotten? She was mine before she was yours," Spike chuckles wickedly.

The English vampire turns to me again and caresses my cheek. His eyes continue to linger in my memories late at night staring at me intensely.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go?" He mumbles to me and the words make my heartache.

"Get away from her!" Angel hisses warningly, on the verge of throwing Spike through the top floor window.

Spike ignores Angel and continues to admire me. "Did you miss me, My Love?"

Yes.

I shake my head while I slip my hand over his to remove it from my cheek. "You hurt me. I can never forgive you for what you did."

Spike's face falters immensely. "Y/N... Let me explain! I-"

"No!" I stand my ground, something I never used to do when we were together. "You deceived me, used me, broke me!" I switch my gaze between Spike and Angel frantically until I find myself overwhelmed. "I... I can't do this... I'm sorry Angel, excuse me."

Thus, I hurry out the door past my coworkers before anyone can stop me. Both Angel and Spike call for me, but I ignore each of them as I gather my things and disappear onto the elevator.

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After today's cluster of events, a long shower was much needed. I have no doubt Angel will be visiting me once the workday is over, just to check-in. I can't believe Spike is here in Los Angeles. It all felt like a dream or perhaps a nightmare. How dare he come here after half a year and expect me to act as though nothing happened.

Immediately after my shower, I go to my kitchen to fix myself a cup of tea. I stick the kettle on the stovetop before I get dressed. At first, living alone startled me, but since then I've grown to prefer it. I like the peace. After long days at the office, time alone and space alone is what I need.

"Y/N," a voice makes itself known.

My hand flies up to my chest as I pant. "Spike! Jesus and Mary! What the actual fuck?!"

"A vampire scared of the dark... how ironic," he teases with a smirk.

"Get out!" I shout, pointing toward the door. "I'm not even dressed you feen!" I start to march back to my bedroom which makes Spike follow. What part of 'get out' doesn't he understand?

"Oh come on, Love. It's not like I haven't seen anything before," he insinuates.

"Get out!" I repeat.

"No, not until you hear what I have to say!" He insists.

"You love Buffy! Congrats! Now, go be with her!" I urge him away.

Abruptly, Spike grabs my forearm and yanks me to a halt. His free hand flies up to my chin and forces me to meet him in the eye. I fight him off, prying at his arms, but nothing works.

"I never loved her!" He barks at me. "Well... maybe a little once... but that was before I met you! That night I didn't cheat on you! I swear it! I went over to her house to kill her and when I got there she was crying! Her mother has been ill! That's why I couldn't come sooner... plus I... I..."

"You what?" I growl in disdain.

"I got a soul for you," he remarks calmly, nearly solemnly.

I frown, how is that possible?

"You what?" I question.

"I went to the desert, got my soul back so I could be like Angel..." He explains. "To be like someone you'd want to be with," he adds.

He softens his grip on my face. To my surprise, I don't pull away. I stare into his blue eyes with astonishment. How could he get back his soul? Is that why it took him so long to come and find me? For months I wondered if he would ever come... but he never did. When I finally started to get settled and moved on he shows up. Spike's hand falls from my face with a sigh.

"Forget this. Never mind," he starts to back away. "Have a good life, Y/N."

I stand frozen, speechless, and unsure what to do as Spike struts away toward the door. Thus again, he has disappeared from my life.

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idabbleincrazy · 3 years ago

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Go Out with a Bang Ch. 5

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<-- Chapter Four

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel

Characters: Angel, Spike, Wesley, Illyria, Gunn, Lorne

Word Count: 7561

Warnings: Smut, angst, teasing, rough sex, anal fingering, anal, dirty talk, semi-primal sex, possessive!Angel, coming on command, biting, blood drinking, Sire/Childe dynamics, Vampire dynamics, mention of canonical character death

Summary: Spike has lingering doubts about the coming battle and requires a rougher touch to wash them away before he and Angel leave the solitude of the suite.

A/N: Normally I wouldn’t end a fic like this, but since I plan to make this a series, I made an exception. mo cheann milis - my sweet one

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Spike woke just as the vibrations of his phone started and without pulling fully away from Angel, he managed to grab the phone and shut it off before the sound of the alarm filled the silence. Setting the phone down, he wrapped himself back around Angel, brushing his lips across the nape of his neck in a soft kiss. Tried to push back the looming dread as the seconds ticked away, same as he always did. He couldn’t waste the time he had left, not when he finally had what he’d wanted for over a century.

“Know you’re awake, luv.” Spike let his hand play over the expanse of Angel’s stomach, his fingers trailing down between his legs to wrap around his half-hard member. “Hmm, looks like all of you is awake. What were you dreaming, naughty Liam?”

Angel hummed sleepily and thrust up into Spike’s enveloping hand, his own reaching back to clutch at Spike’s side, holding him fast against his back.

“Was dreaming of you, of us, and that week in Bruges. D’you remember, lovely William? Such passion you showed, even when I’d had to repay you for getting us kicked out of that first hotel.”

“Remember nearly losin’ a toe to your own passions that first night after the girls had left for Vienna”, Spike tightened his grip slightly and pressed the evidence of his own arousal against the small of Angel’s back. “Never found myself face-down so quick in all the years before that; barely had yourself out of your breeches before you were in me. Rest of the week weren’t much slower, neither.”

Angel let out a soft groan as Spike worked him fully hard, turning in the blonde’s embrace to capture his lips in a slow, deep kiss. Spike’s hard cock brushed against his and he nipped at his bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

“How much time do we have left?”

“Not due back over at my flat for ‘bout an hour ‘n a half, give or take. More than enough time for one more tumble before we shower and pack up whatever little mementos you plan on scarperin’ off with.”

“Good.”

Angel growled playfully and pressed Spike onto his back, settling between his spreading legs as his lips trailed along his jaw. Spike ran his hands up Angel’s back, arching himself closer against him as blunt teeth nipped a path down his jaw. He let out a soft moan as Angel teased his tongue over his Siring mark, tilting his head to grant him better access.

“Bloody hell, Angel. Keep tonguing that and I’m gonna go off too soon, luv.” Spike felt his cock throb with every flick of Angel’s tongue, a trickle of pre-cum pooling on his stomach as Angel thrust his own hardness against his. “Fuck, always too much and not enough. Need you, Angel.”

“You’ve got me, Spike.” Angel kissed his way further down Spike’s body, biting softly at his collarbone before sliding himself down to lick over one pert nipple. “Tell me what you want, hmm...want my mouth on you? Wanna be in me again, filling me up so fucking good? Tell me, Will.”

Spike whimpered as Angel’s teeth scraped gently over his nipple, his hands winding into Angel’s hair, fingers carding through the short strands at the nape of his neck. Needed this. Needed the distraction, to keep the nagging thoughts from pecking at his resolve.

“You. Just want you. God, Angel, wanna feel you in me. Now.” Spike pulled Angel back up to him with a sharp tug on his hair, drawing a growl from the elder vampire. “Can’t wait, luv. Need you in me, need you to make me feel it, to forget…”

“Forget? Forget what, sweet Spike?”

“Forget that I might lose you tonight.” Spike turned his gaze away from Angel’s concerned look, willing himself not to dwell on the battle that loomed before them. He knew Angel had promised to do everything he could to keep them both from dying their final deaths at the hands of the Senior Partners, knew he was more than capable of holding his own in a fight, but the renewed Sire claim and the newly formed Claim were filling his head and soul with all kinds of doubts and worries. “Need you to drive these thoughts from my head, Liam, please. Fuck me, good ‘n hard, Sire.”

Angel gasped softly at Spike’s hushed words, feeling his pain just as clearly as he smelled it rolling off him, like acrid smoke swirling up in the scant space between their bodies. He braced himself against the pillow on one hand, using the other to grip Spike’s chin and urge him to look back at him. His eyes flashed a heated amber as they locked onto stormy blue, the fear and desperation he found in those steely depths made the claims flare up in his still heart, aching for his Childe, his mate, as he felt the need to soothe away all of Spike’s apprehension.

He let a soft purr rumble in his chest as he dipped his head down to capture those beautiful lips, determined to kiss away the sorrow that curved them down. He wouldn’t make promises beyond those he had already given, couldn’t promise more than he had, but he could help him, help keep that wall from falling to dust. He could give him this distraction. Spike’s hands clutched Angel closer as he deepened the kiss and he let his tongue slowly tangle with Spike’s until the first soft moans escaped the pliant mouth beneath his. A whimper of complaint hit his ears as he pulled away to look down at his Childe, blue eyes less stormy, if not a bit glazed by the lust that steadily darkened them.

“Please, Da…”

“Shh, my beautiful boy, I’ve got you.” Angel runs his hands over Spike’s chest, fingers caressing the Claim gently, reverently, as he shifts on the bed. “I’ve always got you, till I dust.”

He sits back on his heels and looks him over once more before steeling his resolve. Minutes have passed since he woke from his dream yet it seems like hours, days, a lifetime. Had he made a mistake in giving into their needs for the Claim? Should he have insisted they wait? Or would they still have ended up like this, with him needing to bolster Spike’s nerve one last time? He wouldn’t take it back if given a million chances. Needs the connection as much as he fears that it could ruin them both tonight. Maybe Spike’s not the only one who needs the distraction.

“Turn over.”

Spike does as he’s told, knowing that look on his Sire’s face, reveling in it. Angel wants to keep him on his back, to love him as he has these past few hours. Can’t. Can’t give his Childe the hard, fast fuck he needs while looking into those eyes; not while the Claim still lays such a fresh and vibrant shade of raw, fang-torn red above his heart. Needs him on his knees, Renaissance-sculpted face pressed into the pillows as he drives away the shadows that crowd his mind, one harsh thrust at a time. Spike knows this, understands, and says nothing as he settles himself face-down, knees drawing in towards his chest, ass up, back sloping as his shoulders press into the mattress. He lets his hands rest on either side of his head, ready to reach back for Angel and pull him closer, or up to grip at the headboard for leverage to push back harder.

Angel lets a soft growl of approval rumble in his chest as he reaches over for the lube. He pops the cap and squeezes a drop onto his fingers, pushes the first slick digit into Spike’s tight hole before the gel even has a chance to warm up. Draws a gasping hiss from the blonde beneath him and has to resist the urge to soothe a hand up along the visible knobs of his spine as he gives him a cursory thrust before adding a second finger.

“Yesss...oh, Christ, Da.”

“This what you want, boy? My fingers working you open for me? Speak, William, let me hear you. Wanna hear every little sound, Childe, every filthy word that falls from that sinful tongue.” Angel let himself get lost in the pattern of the recent past, keeping his probing fingers moving fast, not nearly deep enough for either of their liking, slipping back into the Angel that - since his boy returned to him - had kept his deeper feelings and wants hidden from the body beneath him. “Moan for me, Spike, such a sweet little whore.”

“Fuck, Sire, Angel, yes. Yes, it’s what I want, please. God, Da, fuck me.”

Angel growled low and deep, his brusk fingering slowing, the minimal prep already more than Spike probably wanted, less than he would have preferred. Removed his fingers from the barely-stretched hole. Back to the pain, then, like in the shower, like all the weeks and months since his Childe had become corporeal once more. For Spike, he let the demon closer to the surface; for himself, he kept it firmly in check, kept it precariously balanced with the soul as he took up the bottle of lube once more and poured a meager drop onto his aching cock. Yes, aching. Even as he longed to make love to his sweet William, his body still could never deny its response to the prospect of a rough fuck.

“Please, please, Sire...LiamAngel’GelusDa, please!” Spike whined desperately, one hand reaching blindly behind him to pull Angel closer as the elder vampire drew out the moment, stroking himself. Angel allowed himself a second of pride; Spike’s mind was definitely not on the night ahead, if his rambling was anything to judge by.

“My filthy boy, I’ve gotcha.” Angel reached out a hand to grip at Spike’s hip and pressed forward, sliding into him in one quick thrust. “Oh, Jesus, Spike...so fucking tight.”

Spike moaned loudly, his fingers gripping at the back of Angel’s thigh as he pushed back against him. He braced the palm of his other hand against the headboard for leverage as Angel began a harsh pace after only a slight pause, more to gather his own wits than to give Spike a chance to adjust. He fought with the Claim as he thrust into the yielding body beneath him, wanting nothing more than to give in and flip his Childe back around and watch every emotion play across that beautiful face; but that wasn’t what Spike needed. He didn’t need the slow caresses of their previous two rounds, he didn’t need the time and energy to dwell on the imminent future; he needed the fast, deep thrusts, forcing out any thought that wasn’t focused on the here and now.

“Fuck, yes, Angel, just like that. Fuck your boy, Da.”

Angel snarled at that, letting himself tap into the primal need that always lurked deep within him to possess this particular blonde over all others. He took Spike’s hand from his thigh, wrapping it up in his own and stretched out over his back, spreading Spike’s arm out along the pillow as he plowed into him. He let his demon face to the fore, dipping his head down to scrape his fangs along the unblemished side of Spike’s neck, his tongue trailing back up the same path to lap up the beads of blood that welled up from the shallow scratches.

“Always such a little whore for me, aren’t you, Spike?” Angel’s voice was gruff in his ear, and Spike couldn’t hold back the shiver that ran through him, moaning wantonly in direct confirmation of the question. “That’s right, always spreading those pretty legs so easily for your Da. Ripe little slut, my perfect boy, not satisfied without my cock filling you, stretching you open just right.”

“Angel…”

“Yeah, that’s it, lemme hear you. Love it when you beg for me, when you go hoarse from screaming my name. Loud as you are, the whole city must know whose cock you always hunger for by now.”

The scent of Spike’s anxiety was slowly erased by the increasing scent of their lust, the musk of arousal overpowering the sour tang of his fear with each hard snap of Angel’s hips. As Spike called out his name again, those slim hips pushing back to meet each deep thrust, Angel slid his hand around his waist and wrapped his fingers around the slick shaft of Spike’s cock. His fangs scraped over sweat-dampened skin again as Spike let out a keening whimper when he began stroking the throbbing length in tandem with his thrusts.

“Christ! Da, ‘m close. Fuck, make me come, Angel, please, lemme come.”

Angel groaned loudly against the back of Spike’s neck and sped his thrusts faster, skin smacking against skin as he felt his orgasm surging closer. He no longer scented his Childe’s trepidation in the air now, all-consuming lust and want and need swirling thick around them as his brutal pace continued, pushing them inexorably towards that edge. Spike’s cock throbbed in his hand, and he tightened his grip around the girth as he stroked him, the copious pre-cum slicking the way easily. His thumb and forefinger twisted sharply at the now-exposed head and he fought back the renewed urge to sink his fangs into Spike’s neck at the mewling plea that fell from the blonde’s lips. So very close.

“Come on, then,” Angel pushed deeper into the clenching hole, the tip of his aching cock brushing over that bundle of nerves as he held himself within his Childe, needing Spike to come first before he finally let go. “Spill for me, mo cheann milis, let me feel it.”

Angel’s voice rasped in Spike’s ear, the Gaelic endearment tipping the scales for him and he cried out a wordless howl of ecstasy as he came, ropes of cum spurting from his pulsing cock to soak the sheets beneath him. He sagged in Angel’s enveloping embrace as his climax ripped through him, letting the arm wrapped around him hold him up.

Angel felt already tight muscles clench further and barley kept himself from following immediately behind as Spike’s cool seed spilled over his hand.Angel released his grip on Spike’s hand and raised his to the blonde’s moaning lips, offering his wrist as he staved off his orgasm just a few more seconds.

“Drink, Childe”, Angel murmured against Spike’s skin, his own fangs sinking into the nape of his neck as soon as he felt the sharp sting of Spike’s piercing through his wrist.

Spike’s now-free hand reached back to grasp once again at Angel’s thigh, pulling him impossibly deeper as he took a long pull of blood from the offered arm between his teeth. Angel thrust into him one last time, his fangs latched onto his neck, muffling the roar that sounded around the flesh as he came, his cum surging from him into Spike’s tight warmth to fill him as though it could mark him even more completely as his from the inside out.

Barely half an hour had passed since Spike had brought him to full awareness with a mere touch, but for all Angel could tell, it could have been an eternity unto itself. His mercurial Childe would never lose that effect on him, he supposed. It was so easy to lose all sense of time, to just exist, trapped in amber, when his hands were full of miles of pale, smooth skin, and his ears were full of exquisite, sinful sounds he’d failed to find anywhere else in all his many years of unlife.

Angel took one short draw of blood from the pinprick wounds on Spike’s neck, savoring the flavor of his mate before swallowing it and disengaging his fangs. His climax tapered out as he laved his tongue over the wounds, a purr vibrating through him from the body pressed back against his as Spike followed suit.

“Needed that. Ta, luv.”

Spike’s gasping voice was soft, and surprisingly sober as he pulled away from Angel’s wrist and let himself slump down to the mattress, a sated calmness wafting off of him. Angel hummed in welcome, and eased himself carefully from between Spike’s legs with a grunt before collapsing next to him on the bed to catch his breath.

A few minutes later, Spike shoved himself up and slid from the bed, stretching languidly before turning to face Angel. He still smelled of a resolut calmness, but Angel could tell the look on his face was diligently schooled to conceal the tiny kernel of doubt that still lay deep in the back of his mind. Angel sat up and waited for him to speak, knowing the younger vampire well enough than to push the issue. He’d given him enough of the reassurance he sought to shield himself behind and carry out the fight. Angel would never stop marveling at his Childe’s silent strength.

“So, we showerin’ together, or ‘m I soaping myself up while you pack up your gear ‘n whatall?”

Angel laughed softly in relief and clambered out of bed to follow Spike into the bathroom, his eyes lingering on the already-healing bite mark on the back of his neck before trailing down the planes of his back. In his need to give Spike the ‘rough and tumble’ he required, he’d not had the chance to appreciate the way those muscles shifted with every little movement. He made a mental note to rectify that if they saw tomorrow.

After they showered, Spike pointed out that he couldn’t exactly wear his shirt back to the apartment, seeing as how they’d used it to wipe up after that first round. Angel somehow managed to look both sheepish and proud at that fact, and pulled an extra shirt from the closet for him to wear. He’d gladly have let Spike go around shirtless if there was time for him to be distracted further by the finely-muscled beauty of his chest.

Watching as Spike buttoned up the too-big shirt, Angel felt his cock stir yet again, the demon rumbling in contentment at the sight. Some things even a soul couldn’t change and the particular pull of possessiveness he felt for his golden Childe had failed to fade away over the past century, no matter how hard he had tried to tamp it down. Seeing Spike in his shirt, the fresh Sire mark just visible above the collar, sent a thrill down his spine he hadn’t felt in too long.

Forcing himself to turn away from the beautiful blonde before he ripped the clothes right back off of him, Angel finished getting dressed as Spike pulled on his boots and went out to the living room to retrieve his duster, lighting a cigarette as he walked back into the bedroom.

“So, what goodies were you plannin’ on packing up to scarper off with, luv?” Spike leaned against the dresser as he took a drag from the cigarette, a put-on pout forming on his lips when Angel crossed over to him and plucked it from his lips to take a puff from it himself.

“Well, aside from the cooler of blood in the fridge and the toys on the table, I really only planned on taking some of the clothes. Nothing else here was really much to my taste, anyway, and the few things that were have already been moved over to the Hyperion. But, if there’s anything you have your eye on, feel free, I’ll drop it all off at the hotel after the meeting.”

“Wouldn’t mind raiding that liquor cabinet, they kept you well and truly stocked up on the good stuff and it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.”

Angel chuckled and handed the cigarette back to Spike, walking over to the closet and pulling out two duffle bags out and handing one to him. Spike took one last pull from his smoke and stubbed it out on the wood of the dresser before heading out to pilfer the booze. Angel set about emptying the closet and drawers of the clothes he liked best and collected the handcuffs, lube and various other items from the bedside table before zipping up the duffle and following Spike through the suite. He set the bag by the elevator and fetched the cooler of blood from the kitchen, returning to find Spike eyeing the various knick-knacks.

“Any of these things collectibles, you figure? Only, just wonderin’ what we would do for dosh once that company card of yours gets cancelled…”

Angel smiled slyly at Spike and pulled him away from the painting he was inspecting, the duffle bag in his hand clinking as the glass bottles were jostled.

“Trust me, Spike, I’ve planned very well for this. Managed to set away a few million dollars just in case the Senior Partners keep us on the run for a while. We’re more than set.”

“You stashed how much?!” Spike’s eyes widened in disbelief, looking for all the world like he’d just seen Angel sprout a second head.

“Fourteen million, give or take. Helps when you can bullshit about having palms to grease and the Partners can’t track the cash. And, if a few harmless, yet rather valuable artifacts happen to turn up missing from the vaults, well…”

“Lord, Angel, good to know all that penny-pinchin’ of yours amounted to something. At least we won’t be livin’ off scraps if we survive.” Spike followed behind Angel as they walked over to the elevator. “Guess this makes you my Sugar Daddy, then, eh, Peaches?”

Angel groaned and resisted the urge to turn around and cuff Spike upside the head as he pressed the button for the elevator doors. As he picked up the duffle bag, Spike turned him around to look up at him, his face once again serious.

“Hey, if the worst comes, couldn’t think of a better last day. Came here expectin’ you to toss me out flat on my arse, laughin’ all the while. ‘Stead, you gave me more than I ever dared to hope for, you gave me you. Thank you for that, Angel.”

Angel shouldered his bag and stepped closer, reaching up to brush his thumb softly over Spike’s cheekbone, the blonde’s love for him flowing through their bond in full force and hitching an unnecessary breath in his throat. Spike stared up at him, his eyes clear and bright as they hadn’t been in a long time. Angel dipped his head down and captured his lips in a relatively tame - for them - kiss, his nose brushing across Spike’s as he pulled away.

“Thank you for taking me back, Spike.”

A soft purr rumbled in Spike’s chest as the two of them stepped into the elevator, more determined than ever to see them through the night.

Spike pulled the Viper into the apartment building’s garage with Angel close behind in the recently tinted Plymouth, and stepped out of the car on slightly shaky legs. Angel got out of the Plymouth and came to stand next to him, his eyes narrowing in concern as he took in the look on Spike’s face.

“What? Will, what is it?”

“Think the Claim’s kickin’ in a bit now that there were more than a few feet between us. Heard you, in my ‘ead, naggin’ me ‘bout my driving. Was bloody unnervin’.”

“Oh,” Angel breathed a sigh of relief with a soft smile. “So, I guess that was why you swerved three lanes over about three miles back?”

“Well, yeah...didn’t you hear cussin’ a blue streak?”

Spike looked a little crestfallen at the possible imbalance in the progression of their Claims and Angel hated having to shake his head no.

“Try it now, think something at me.”

Still angry ‘bout that jibe at my drivin’, ponce. Least I don’t drive like some soddin’ Grandma who forgot how to shift bloody gears.

Angel watched Spike’s face bunch up in grumpy concentration as he waited for the blonde to think something in his direction, soon becoming unnerved when a minute passed and his head stayed British accent-free.

“Well?”

Spike’s frown deepened and he tried again, shutting his eyes to focus better.

Stupid bloody git, I drive just fine thanks very much. Not everyone has to compensate for that beach umbrella you call a forehead.

When Angel failed to growl at the insult, Spike’s frown fell into a pout, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

“Nothin’? Not even a whisper?”

“Sorry, Spike. Wait…” Angel decided to try to direct his thoughts at Spike to test the connection. Will...can you hear me still? “Anything?”

“Not a blip.”

“Well, maybe it was just a one-off, then. I wouldn’t let it get you worked up, Spike, I’m surprised it happened at all so soon. From what I know, the effects take time to form. At least we can already sense each other better, that’s something.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” Spike sighed wistfully. “Was just lookin’ forward to bein’ able to broadcast naughty thoughts at ya when the others are ‘round, though.”

Angel scoffed and shook his head and started walking towards the stairs that led to Spike’s basement apartment.

“Believe me, Spike, your eyes are expressive enough for me to get the very inappropriate gist nine times out of ten.”

“Still, it’d be nice to have the back-up for that tenth time.”

Spike and Angel stepped into his apartment to find Wes and Illyria still there, Wes hovering protectively at Illyria’s side as he helped her from the bed. Spike became all too aware now of how big Angel’s button-down was on him and how fresh their Siring scars looked on their necks as Wesley looked between them, his brow raised knowingly. Even with the heat of embarrassment that tingled at the back of his neck, he couldn’t find reason to put more space between himself and Angel, and he was happy to note, rather, how Angel pressed closer beside him, his large hand resting at the small of his back.

“I see the two of you spent the day...productively.”

Spike surreptitiously tasted the air to gauge Angel’s reaction, relieved to find a happy calmness rolling off of him instead of the expected sense of discomfort, and relaxed into his soft touch.

“We’ve worked out some things that should have been settled months ago, yes.” Angel smiled wistfully at the ex-Watcher. “We won’t traumatize you with the details.”

Wes gave a quiet chuckle and nodded in understanding. Spike noticed how Wesley smelled considerably less of alcohol than he had the previous few weeks and was glad the man wouldn’t be going into this foray quite so compromised.

“Well, I’m happy for you both, truly. We’ve all been waiting months for you to finally gather the courage to admit to each other what had already become obvious to the rest of us. I’m glad you both will be going into this with the truth of your souls made known. And don’t think for a second that I begrudge you it, either of you.”

“Ta for that, Percy.” Spike leaned into Angel’s side and nodded at Wes, his soul twinging at the sadness he felt for the mystic and his loss. “Means a lot, from you.”

“Thank you, Wes. Really. You, more than any of the others, know the importance of the step we’ve taken. But, I want you to know we’re not going to let it distract us from whatever blowback we have to face tonight.”

Wes nodded in understanding, a sad smile on his face.

“I know. I trust you both to have taken all due considerations beforehand.” Wes looked over at Spike. “Gunn and Lorne will be here soon, you might want to change into something less telling...unless we have an hour for all the sordid details and all of Lorne’s inevitable questions?”

“Right.”

Spike ducked his head and reluctantly left Angel’s side to change his shirt. He could feel Angel’s cheeky mirth and heard him clear as day when he spoke too softly for Wesley to hear.

“Too bad. I was getting used to seeing you wearing my clothes.”

“Possessive bastard”, Spike whispered back with a smile in his voice.

Angel chuckled quietly, the sound cutting off abruptly as he caught Illyria’s gaze, her head tilted curiously at him.

“I do not understand. Why should it matter if he wears the clothes of his mate?” Illyria looked down at Wesley for clarification on the matter, and Angel found himself regarding them with his own curiosity. They seemed to have formed a tenuous bond of their own in the past few days, and he could scent a sense of companionship burgeoning deep within them. His soul took comfort in the slight easing of Wesley’s grief, even if it wasn’t likely to last. “Even the base creatures of this world seem to carry the scent of their mates with them, on them, when they must be apart, why should the half-breeds be any different?”

Wes huffed a soft laugh, not quite looking at her as he spoke.

“Sometimes, the full details of the intimacies between two people are preferred to be kept secret. Not for the lack of understanding, but simply to have something that is just theirs. Displaying themselves as something other than they previously were perceived to be can lead to prying questions into matters better left private, especially in the early days of a change in dynamics.” Wesley looked at Angel, his eyes portraying just how much he truly understood what had gone on between Spike and himself. “Lorne, as a demon himself, may appreciate the delicacies of such matters, but the empath in him might find it hard to resist boasting of his foresight of such partakings. Charles is another matter, entirely. He has a penchant for not being able to read the room and asking the awkward questions others would politely refrain from inquiring upon.”

Illyria looked like she had even more questions than answers, but before she could open her mouth to speak them, Spike returned and silenced her with a look. Angel wondered at that, at what things may have passed between them during the hours they had logged in the firm’s training rooms for her haughtiness to be quieted so easily.

“Enough of the lessons on demon relations, Perce. Blue don’t really need complex understandin’ of what makes vampires tick right now, you’d only succeed in spinning her godly little head in circles. And not a word to the other two, they don’t need the distraction.”

Spike sat himself on the couch just as the sound of footsteps on the stairs reached Angel’s ears, signalling Lorne and Gunn’s approach. Just as the doorknob turned, Angel let out a quiet mine, and Spike’s eyes flashed golden as he mouthed always back at him.

Charles entered the apartment first and promptly sat down on the couch beside Spike with a nod in Angel’s direction. Lorne lingered by the door for a few seconds, his red eyes widening as they flicked between Angel and Spike and narrowing again as he looked over at Wes and Illyria. Another look at Angel, his mouth opening to speak and shutting again when Angel curtailed his questioning with a shake of his head.

“Fine, don’t tell me all the glorious details then, Angelcakes. Just too bad it didn’t happen sooner so I could’ve collected that fifty bucks from Lloyd in accounting.”

Lorne ignored Angel’s indignant grunt and went to lean against the kitchen table. Angel’s gaze lingered on the empath a second longer, disconcerted that he couldn’t quite gauge his emotions.

Once everyone settled, Angel stood before them all, the weight of the mission settling upon his shoulders once more and making him all business yet again.

“This may come out a little pretentious, but...one of you will betray me.” Everyone looked over at Spike as he raised his hand, that wry look on his face, but Angel rolled his eyes and continued. “Wes.”

Wes looked over at him, confused no doubt by his newly restored memories. His eyes narrowed as he waited for Angel to explain.

“Oh.” Spike deflated slightly but carried on, determined to push Angel’s buttons with his little passion play scenario. “Can I deny you three times?”

Angel could feel through the bond that Spike wasn’t serious, his emotions playful. No doubt just trying to keep the mood as light as possible in the given circumstances, so he refrained from growling at the blonde and kept his focus on the task.

“Vail’s the sorcerer of the bunch. You know that game. You’ve seen his place. He believes you’d make a play for my spot.”

“That’s not very flattering.”

“It’ll get you in the door.” Angel turned his attention to Illyria as Wesley frowned in resignation. “Illyria, Izzerial the devil...and three other members of the Circle dine together almost every night.”

“I’ll make trophies of their spines.” The glint in her eyes left Angel suppressing a shudder and making a mental note to keep from getting on her bad side again.

“Good to have you on the team. Gunn-”

“Yo.”

Angel could smell the trepidation that threaded through the grim determination that rolled off Charles, the young man hiding well how badly he needed to make tonight count for something. Angel understood all too well the lingering need for penance that he hid behind his seemingly composed state. He hoped Gunn wouldn’t let that need goad him into being too rash, hoped he wouldn’t get himself killed in his search for redemption.

“Your friend, Senator Brucker, has a campaign office in West L.A. You already know she’s pure hell spawn, and she tends to surround herself with vampires.”

“I was hopin’ it’d be vamps. Haven’t dusted nearly enough this year.” Charles turned to Spike, his hand out in placation. “No offense.”

“It’s alright.” Spike could feel the worry coming from Angel as he had spoken to Gunn, and shared in the elder vampire’s hopes that the boy wouldn’t be too rash in his actions.

“Spike.”

“Right. First off, I’m not wearin’ any amulets.” Spike pushed himself up off the couch to face Angel directly. The two of them may have been closer than they had ever been in his entire unlife, but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting his digs in where he could. “No bracelets, brooches, beads, pendants, pins or rings.”

“Fine. All you need is a rattle.” A small, nearly smug grin pulled at Angel’s lips as he spoke.

“Ah, the baby.” Spike had been itching for a fight for a few days now, and this promised to be a good one; the Brethren were no small clan, they were sure to put up a ruckus at any attempt to take away their future sacrifice.

“And the legion of the Fell Brethren. I want the kid returned to his mother and the foster family dismembered.”

“Done and done”, Spike agreed as he returned to the couch.

“Archduke Sebassis has over 40,000 demons at his command.” Angel paced around the small space as he spoke, keeping his emotions carefully guarded from the non-humans in the room, especially Spike. Better to let them think he was simply taking on the old demon. “Other members of the council fear him. He’s the key player, so he’s mine. Lorne-”

“I’m not a fighter, Angelwings.” Angel paused in front of him. “Never had the stomach for it. Looks like I’m your weak link.”

“I just need you to back up Lindsey.”

Off to his side, Wesley spoke up.

“Still can’t believe you brought him into this.”

“He’s a part of this.” Angel paced again, feeling less like Patton rallying his troops and more like Leonidas condemning his warriors with every passing second and had to remind himself that they had all chosen freely to follow his plan. “It’ll be just as dangerous for him as it will be for everyone else on our team.”

Clear that Angel was finished doling out their various tasks, everyone began to stand and ready themselves to leave. Charles, looking as nonchalant as possible with his hands in his pockets, caught Angel’s attention.

“So I guess we’re not goin’ back to the office after this.”

“The alley just north of the Hyperion. Everyone who makes it meets there. We do any damage at all, the Senior Partners are gonna rain hell on us. So be ready.”

Spike gave a nod of his head and headed into the kitchen for a beer as Lorne approached Angel.

“Hey, uh, Ange - I’ll do this last thing for you, for us, but then I’m out.” And there it was. The secret Angel had felt Lorne trying to hide. “And you won’t find me in the alley afterwards. Hell, you won’t find me at all. Do me a favor. Don’t try.”

Angel felt the loss of him already as he watched Lorne walk out of the apartment ahead of the others. He knew he owed it to the empath to honor his request, and hoped he made it through the fight with Sahrvin to enjoy his newfound lease on life. He also made a note to keep an eye out for any new acts in Vegas that might boast to be home to the green demon in case Lorne gave in to the temptation of fame again.

“Day went by fast, huh?”

Gunn, Wes, and Illyria headed to the door as Angel and Spike watched on, Spike drifting closer to Angel as the others spoke.

“Try not to die. You are not unpleasant to my eyes.”

“Uh, thanks. You...try not to die too.”

Angel quirked a brow over at Spike at that exchange and Spike merely smirked back at him. Neither vampire even wanted to try to work out Illyria’s thoughts. The three fighters by the door looked between each other, Wes and Gunn shaking hands with a sense of finality that spread across the room.

“Later, then”, Gunn spoke directly to Wes as he left, the shared grief over the woman they both had lost palpable between them, a bond unlike any other.

Wes turned back in the doorway and cast a meaningful look over at Angel and nodded imperceptibly, before he and Illyria followed Charles up the stairs. Angel relaxed minutely as Spike stepped up next to him to watch them leave.

“What do you think all this means for that Shanshu bugaboo?” Angel folded his arms as Spike spoke, his mind flitting back to the meeting with the Circle. “We make it through this, does one of us get to be a real boy?”

“Who you kidding? We’re not gonna make it through.”

Spike scoffed, able to tell that Angel didn’t mean it.

“Well, long as it’s not you”, he teased, smirking when Angel rolled his eyes.

“Doubt this would even count as the apocalypse it refers to anyway, Spike. We’re going to be the focus of the destruction, not the world. And, even then, we haven’t lived through the countless plagues mentioned in the prophecy.”

“Mm, true. Though, I think the Whirlwind may have counted as one of said plagues, given the body count we racked up.” Spike could smell the tension rolling off of Angel in thick waves and gave him a look-over, not ready to force his gaze away yet. “Say, you think we got a few minutes before we have to part ways? You seem to be in need of a bit of relaxing, luv, and I could do with a refresher of what it is I’m fighting for.”

Angel let out a soft growl, nostrils flaring as he scented Spike’s growing arousal. Before he knew it was coming, Spike found himself laid out on the threadbare couch, Angel hovering over him as he settled between his legs.

“Think I can spare ten minutes.”

“You’re not goin’ after Sebassis, are you? Not if you’ve got even that much flexibility in your schedule.”

“Always were so astute, Will. No, the Archduke’s already dead by now; it’s Hamilton I need to dispatch, now did you want to talk some more, or,” Angel palmed at Spike’s groin, pulling a moan from the blonde’s lips, “did you want to use the next eight minutes and thirty seconds helping me ‘relax’?”

“Fuck, Angel, what is it with you and bloody couches…”

Angel can smell Spike’s blood, even over the rain, feels the pull of the Claim urging him towards the end of the alley. Spike can hear Angel’s light footsteps, can smell the blood, his and Hamilton’s, and Connor’s lingering scent. He hopes the boy is safely away, for Angel’s sake. Family means everything to Angel just as it does him, even if the elder vampire was more reluctant to admit it, and Spike couldn’t bear to think about what would happen if they were to pull through this just for Angel to find out his son was lost. He waits till he hears the faint clink of chain-link as Angel reaches the fence before stepping out of the shadows.

“Boo.”

Angel turns to face him, relief etched on his face. Spike steps up to him, leaning up to flick his tongue over the cut on his cheek to clean away the blood there before nuzzling him briefly. Angel’s fingers slip through his as they pull apart, dual purrs of reassurance just audible over the sound of the rain, each one trying to put the other at ease despite their own building discomforts as time passes without the others appearing.

“Anyone else?”

“Not so far. You feel the heat?” Spike can feel Angel’s nervousness wafting off of him, the rain doing nothing to temper the adrenaline rushing through them both, and presses closer to him.

“It’s comin’.”

Angel dips his head to capture Spike’s lips in a fleeting kiss before pulling back. Spike tilts his face up into the rain briefly before speaking again. The Claim is screaming at him to drag Angel away to safety but he tamps it down, assures himself once more of the elder vampire’s ability to hold his own.

“Finally got ourselves a decent brawl.”

They’re so focused on each other, assessing their wounds, their emotions, they fail to hear or smell Gunn’s approach until his voice fills the air.

“Damn!” They both turned their heads to see Charles jogging up the alley towards them. “How’d I know the fang boys would pull through?”

Angel and Spike hurry towards Gunn as he slows, his face drawn up in pain.

“You’re lucky we’re on the same side, dogs, ‘cause I was on fire tonight. My game was...tight.”

Gunn came to a stop as they reached him, and they helped him to sit back against the alley wall, the smell of his blood reaching their noses over the rain. Gunn clutched his side with a grimace, blood seeping through his fingers.

“Supposed to wear that red stuff on the inside, Charlie boy.” Spike and Angel share a worried glance.

“Any word on Wes?”

Spike shook his head just as Illyria dropped from the roof of the building on the opposite side of the alley, landing in front of the battered trio.

“Wesley’s dead.” The three of them looked down in dismay. Spike and Angel both smell the faint trace of tears coming from her, and feel a pang of sadness and more than a little surprise at Illyria’s display of emotion. “I’m feeling grief for him. I can’t seem to control it. I wish to do more violence.”

Spike hears the shouts and cries of the Senior Partners demon hordes growing closer and looks over at her, hardening himself for the closing battle.

“Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.”

Angel looked up and beyond Spike, and sees the giant horde entering the alley. Various demons and monstrous creatures are making their way closer to them, boxing them in.

“Among other things.” Angel looked up at the sound of a loud screech and spotted a dragon flapping its leathery wings overhead.

“Okay. You take the 30,000 on the left”, Gunn’s voice quavers despite himself as he tries to be glib about the insurmountable odds before them.

Illyria wonders at the young human’s surprising conviction as he attempts the joke.

“You’re fading. You’ll last ten minutes at best.”

Charles struggles to stand as the others face the demon army standing at the ready less than thirty feet away.

“Then let’s make them memorable.”

The four of them take their stance across the width of the alley, steeling themselves for the fight.

“And in terms of a plan?” Spike directed his question at Angel, memories of past battles leading him to defer to the brunette.

“We fight.”

“Bit more specific?”

Angel stepped out in front of the others, doing his best to provide a protective shield, his every nerve tuned towards Spike’s position just slightly behind him and off to his right.

”Well, personally, I kinda wanna slay the dragon.” The horde rushed towards them, and Angel braced his stance. “Let’s go to work.”

He raised his sword as the army fell upon them, his Childe and the last vestiges of his family stepping into place beside him.

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Djem's Legion Thoughts

About three years ago my brother joking suggested I read the Horus Heresy, knowing literally nothing about Warhammer. (Literally nothing. I just thought Space Marines were big dudes in armor and I had never heard of Primarchs and I still know nothing of 40k. Have no idea how the Heresy ends--I'm spoiler free babes.) Anyway, what follows are my feelings on each Legion at the following times:

As of midway through Fulgrim

At the end of First Heretic

At the start of the Master of Mankind

Halfway through the Siege

This is very long. I'm not sorry.

Dark Angels

idk I haven’t met them yet, but their name tells me they are either going to be amazing or fucking awful

Um I still dk

God I fucking love these stupid idiots. Like, they are stupid, for sure, but I dunno, I dig their bizarre sort of pseudosecrecy thing. Plus, aesthetically I’m all about weird monk orders. Also, nothing kills me quite like Farith Redloss having anxiety attacks over trying to figure out Lion.

Corswain showing up like the living embodiment of the dude with the pizza where the apartment is on fire is just so deeply on brand for these chucklefucks like, Lion is all “I’m deeply uncomfortable where Imperial Secundus is concerned so instead I’ll just go ahead and attack home planets because that will demoralize the traitors and then I’m Doing My Part” like fam, pretty much all the traitors sans Perturabo are actual literal demons rn and they all had zero qualms betraying their immediate brothers and also the emperor (and Perturabo already fucked over his own) why in the livid fuck would you think this is in any way helpful, but this is Classic Lion and I love him now on account of that one time when he hugged Roboute because he was proud of him and also because he calls all of his sons “Little Brother” bc he is afraid of being a dad and also because I too am deeply avoidant of issues I don’t want to deal with.

Emperor's Children

mostly wonderful, because they are fabulous and also extremely extra, but they have the most ginourmous fuckwad as a Lord Commander, BUT they have a very good boy as another one, so idk really. Plus the whole betrayal thing and the fucking lodges, but they are purple and fabulous, so, +1?

These are the saddest boys ever in the whole world, and they didn’t deserve what happened to them. I loved them all except for Eidolon and they didn’t deserve anything bad to happen to them ever bc they were precious and I loved them. Also Fabius because he was bugnuts and he hurt my boys.

Jesus, I’m so fucking over them all

Honestly I’m so tired

Iron Warriors

I totally confused them with the Iron Hands. Idk even, boring? But Perturabo (while he has a fucking terrible name) also hates Horus so +15

I still know nothing about them, but I think they are buttholes because of the whole Isstvan V thing. Dick move guys, dick move.

I literally can’t. Like, their entire shtick is besieging and being besieged, and then being pissy bc it is what they are good at???? Like, they are literally traitoring bc their dad got a hair up his ass bc he wasn’t a good independent thinker and didn’t think he was allowed to build castles or whatever? Idk they are exhausting except for the ones that aren’t

I still don’t really get them at all except like 99% of them who aren’t named Barabas Dantioch are asshats and are not independent thinkers who are literally still traitoring for reasons unknown except to stick it to the emperor like?? Get an actual culture??? Just literally stop???

White Scars

I dunno, haven’t met them, but since no one else talks about them, I’m gonna guess, boring?

I dunno but they are worried about them hooking up with the Rout so I guess they are cool?

Oh bless your tiny little souls. They are so sweet, and so, so dumb. But sweet.

They are very, very good boys. They don’t have a ton of range per say but their simplicity is sort of the point I think. They are what space marines are supposed to be, and I love them for that

Space Wolves

ehm, oh, I’m sorry, The Rout. Whateverthefuck, they’re boring, over-the-top fuckheads who are giant fucking hypocrites who suck and probably don’t ever shower. Honestly, they rival the Emperor’s Children in extraness, and not in the loveable way. Fucking awful, 0/10.

Okay, honestly, not as awful as some. I mean, hella extra and I hate what they did at Prospero, but in a world full of awful things, we gotta pick and choose.

They are just so, so...Space Wolfy. Bless them they try, and some of them legit crack me up. I’m just not about their aesthetic, you know?

Much like the other fuckups amongst the Loyalists, they are a blunt instrument used for a specific purpose and do better with like...direct instruction. I’m saying they are not the kind to do well with metaphor and also a lack of like, a dad. They need TE:BBA is what I’m saying.

Imperial Fists

Literally only met them briefly, but they seem a good sort. I like their Primarch? -3 tho cause damn that color scheme.

Still good boys.

Omg I love you all, you precious little bbs. They are just so calm and stoic and honestly even though yellow is a hideous color they are literally like Templars and that is fantastic?????

Listen, the amount of love that I have in my heart for these precious, perfect boys is rivaled only by my love for Rogal Dorn, who might possibly be, and I don’t wanna sound dramatic here, be the love of my life but anyway.

Night Lords

idk but their name sounds sick.

Right, these guys are also dicks. I hate them on principle.

Every time I think of them all I can think of is that one video of the goths dancing under the bridge. They are so. Fucking. Extra. Christ alive, get a hobby that isn’t fucking skinning people.

Yeah idk they still mostly suck and to be perfectly honest I’m still not entirely sure what their point was, even pre-heresy? Like what role did psychopaths play in TE:BBA’s plan for a glorious human empire, someone explain

Blood Angels

I dunno cause I’ve only ever met their First Captain (who was consorting with fuckheads) but Sanguinius is literally Top Tier Fabulous, like Prince Extra, so I hope they don’t let me down

I’m still holding out hope. Don’t let me down boys.

OH. MY. GOD. Honestly, kill me, I love them so, so, so, so, so much, it’s a lot. And I suspect something terrible will happen with them but I don’t care because they are perfect. All of them. Wonderful, perfect, lovely, caring boys who love their dad and I love them. Sweet, loving, precious little bbs who occasionally suffer from tragic vampiric tendencies but I don’t love them any less. They better stay perfect forever. If I could, I would be like Sangy and just take them all everywhere with me so that they could always be safe <3 On a less gushy note, I think one of the most important aspects of the Blood Angels (and of their primarch) is that while they acknowledge their differences from unmodified humans, they also love humanity, deeply. They see them as worth fighting for and protecting, and acknowledge that their abilities allow them to create a universe that is safe for the common man to live in. There is a sort of profound love and tenderness that they have for humanity, and I think it really does make a difference in their legion. (That scene is Master of Mankind with the Blood Angel and the Custodian really highlights what I’m saying here.)

Listen, this may sound dramatic, and I don’t wanna like, go over the top, but I would literally die for them, which would seem counterproductive since that is what they do for humanity but the amount of love of I have for this entire legion and one Angel is too big to contain in my heart okay

Iron Hands

I don’t know them well yet, but they seem like good boys overall. I’m sure one of them is bound to be a crazy fucker tho.

They are good boys. I don’t know them very well, but my favorite moment is when Ferrus had to thank Lorgar for his help so he made him a crozius and then threw it at him because he didn’t want to have to talk awkwardly.

Poor sad bbs

No, but really, poor sad bbs

World Eaters

literally terrible people, but I guess when your Dad is bugnuts….

Definitely should have been put down. As in to death. They should have been killed. Probably.

Still fucking crazy. But I love Kharn, and honestly Lotara (who I know isn’t technically a World Eater but close enough.)

No but they probably should have all been just euthanized? I mean not Kharn bc I love him but also like--they are not viable. Long term? Tbh still not entirely sure what TE:BBA’s plan was here with them and Angron (I’m gonna assume something along the lines of ignore it and hope it goes away, since that is mostly his plan for everything)

Ultramarines

probably enormous squares, but tbh in a galaxy with World Eaters and the Rout, we could do with some squares.

Honestly, I have no issues with them. They do their duty, they are loyal. I hope to love them though. They actually believe in colors.

HOLY FUCK DO I LOVE THEM. ALL 200,000 OF THEM. (Which is probably what Roboute thinks tbh.) Like, I literally haven’t met a single one that I don’t adore and love with my whole soul and entire being. They are precious, soft, beautiful bbs who I adore with my whole heart. And who will make great leaders of the world someday I’m so proud. On a less gushy note, much like the Blood Angels, the Ultramarines really have a sort of profound feeling of protection and duty towards humans. They may not always like dealing with them, but Roboute is of the firm belief that they must understand what they are truly fighting for. Saving humanity is not enough, you have to fight for the humans who live there. (See, the one short story where they find a baby and I died.)

No but what you don’t quite get is that I literally love them. Every single individual solitary one of them, and while some may say “But Djem such a thing is impossible you haven’t met every Ultramarine” I need you to understand that the depth of my love for them and their Primarch is such that I know, in my bones, that I don’t need to meet them all to love them okay bc I already do.

Death Guard

Okay, so honestly I wanted to hate them (because BETRAYAL) but tbh its only the First and Second Captains who suck a lot and idk really the rest are sort of tragically precious??

Seriously, what is Mortarion’s issue?

No, seriously, what the fuck is their problem? Get the fuck over it.

Okay, I do feel bad. For Mortarian. Of all the traitors, him I understand the most. However, that being said, while I can understand his issues, I feel like giving yourself over to demons, turning into actual demons, and also turning on and killing your brothers who refused to become said demons makes you terrible awful people who really need to like, die.

Thousand Sons

okay, I fucking love these lame Warrior Monk Priest Wizards who live in a literal glass city with restaurants and teach random people Tai Chi in the park or whatever. Overall 10/10

I am v. worried that they are going to do something dumb like join the rebellion in order to affect change from the inside and then like, adopt demons or something. Pls don’t be dumb boys.

I don’t even fucking--look, I’m just tired okay?

What the fuck Azhek. No seriously, ⅞ is good enough? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Sons of Horus? Luna Wolves? who the fuck knows

my precious sons. You did not deserve what was done to you. This is why we don’t do frats. I believed in you and you failed me. D:

I love my precious sons. The Sons of Horus however, can go die.

I just--why are you the way you are?

I think the best thing about these absolute morons is that half the legion isn’t even demon fuckers, they just woke up one day and Horus told them to kill their brothers and they went “sure okay” and then just did. They are so fucking pretentious and stupid, fucking speartip, honestly die. I take it back. You all deserved exactly what you got, you dumb fucks.

Word Bearers

look, I haven’t met the rest of these dudes yet, but Erebus is a terrible fucking ambassador. -60/10 for not controlling their boy

HOLY LORD. I cannot--there are not actually words to describe how much I loathe these ignorant dumbasses. Like, seriously. Honestly, the ones who were purged were probably lucky, because the rest of them fucking suck.

God, eat a fucking landmine. Except, that would probably turn them on or something. Fucking assholes.

Just--imagine being such a fuckup that even when you were the first to the “become a demon, save the world” thing you still somehow ended up last. I hope the Ultramarines put down every. Single. One.

Salamanders

idk but this name is dumb. Salamanders are cute and slimy, and while Astartes are fucking adorable, they are not slimy. -1 for the dumb name

They are loyal, which is cool, and they seem like chill bros.

I just, like, they are sweet, but good lord are they simple.

I’m not sure? What they are doing? With their lives? Guys, idk if anyone told you but like, um. There is a war. And I get they’ve had it rough but also the loyalists could use their hope so maybe, idk. Do something? I mean I know there are like, 50 of you left and also you think your dad is dad and I feel you but like-

Raven Guard

idk but I like Ravens and Black, plus their Primarch’s name is Corvus? 11/10 they better not suck.

OMG I love Corvus?? Flies with a giant jetpack and tried to gut Lorgar? Yeah, he’s wonderful. Plus, their Captain seemed cool before he was fucking murdered.

I love them all, bless. They are sweet and simple and kind of stupid, but they make me feel things in my heart, so like, idk, stay precious.

Look, I cried over Branne fucking Nev, I don’t wanna talk about it rn

Alpha Legion

seriously? Lame.

Fuck these guys. What is their deal?

I can’t even really. I really, truly can’t. Nothing has ever satisfied me the way I was satisfied when Alpharius literally lost his head. God, that was beautiful.

Or Omegon? It was actually Omegon? I don’t even know anymore man

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intervieweird · 3 years ago

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‘ you craved me all this time... and you resisted. ’

@childofmanynames | continued.

Short, yet potent came his answer: “I had to.” It was all Armand uttered as he laid there with his back flat against the bed, video game controller in hand. He didn’t know what to make of Daniel’s expression - no longer able reach in and steal his thoughts; the puzzling mind of his fledgling closed to him forevermore - and, watching him the wrong way around - almost upside-down - made his face difficult to decipher.

Armand paused the game and seated himself upright; he smoothed out the front of his sweater with one hand and set aside the controller with the other. There were rings on both hands - just as he liked there to be - each of them unique and curious to look at. In their collective, they formed an irregular rainbow across his slender, white fingers. And, when the precious metals and pricey gemstones caught in the lamp light, they were a marvel to look at with vampiric sight. He had spent many nights studying his collection of jeweled rings.

With resistance he was well acquainted. Though, in recent years it was oftentimes overshadowed by his desire to indulge; he did love to indulge. His maker had taught him to surround himself in beautiful things, to love and crave beautiful things - only the best was good enough, that had been the lesson - and Armand was more than happy to have found his way back to that mindset, after having spent more than half of his existence resisting just about everything the world had to offer; centuries spent as the scary coven master under infamous Cimetière des Innocents in Paris, as well as his earlier years in Rome, were to thank - or, rather, to blame - for that. While still very much capable of resisting temptations, in the twenty-first century Armand had the freedom not to. He reveled in that freedom.

“What could I have- no, what else was I supposed to do?” He asked, in reference to their time apart; years during which their relationship was…strained, simply put. There was no cleverly hidden subtext, yet he elaborated for good measure; “If I hadn’t, nothing would have changed.” Not for the better, anyway. Their separation had been necessary, came the verdict; his belief was that staying together would have ruined all chances of future reconciliation. It was a risk he had been unwilling to take - a decision he still stood by - separation was the smarter choice. Wasn’t it? Heartbreaking as it was, it had worked out alright. Hadn’t it? He wanted to think so. The conversations regarding their years apart were fragmented; Armand didn’t pry, knowing well that Daniel treasured privacy - and he fully intended to let him have it - and Daniel…Armand wasn’t certain. In the privacy of his mind, he could admit it was fear which stopped him from asking. He refused to believe his fledgling didn’t care - why reunite at all if he didn’t care? - yet the underlying fear had it’s claws in him. When the conversations did come, he didn’t reject them like he had the relentless questioning throughout the last decade of Daniel’s mortal life. They were both guilty of peppering the other with questions Armand was reminded, the memories of his own cluelessness at the time of their first meeting bubbling to the surface.

He pressed his naked feet to the hardwood floor. A tender stare caressed the shapes of Daniel’s face, along the curve of his nose and the form of his lips, from the solid jaw to the ashen brows, and the gemstone eyes. Time would do nothing to him - age would not touch him like it did the last time they were together this way - time did nothing but smooth away the remaining traces of human in him, now.

And, Armand was infinitely glad they had found back to one another; but, it was only in recent years their world - the coven’s world - had calmed down, allowing its residents to at least try and enjoy the current millennium. Armand was as closely involved with the coven as ever, and his New York residence, Trinity Gate, had become a headquarters of sorts for many - he didn’t mind; Sybelle and Benji loved it - and, it was his love for their undead kinsmen that tied him to the coven, as much as it was his deep-rooted fear of losing everything - his companions of past and present, his children, his chance at happiness - again. The coven of the new millennium offered a stability he would not turn his back on; he didn’t trust the peace to last forever, but, for now, it was enough.

His mouth curved into a smile, small and faintly sad. “Didn’t you?”

Christ, to look at him.

There’s a kind of figurative, unsettling beauty to Armand’s inverted stare; Daniel falls into the wide dizziness he’d felt to peer into the unreachable vault of the Sistine Chapel, where heaven had been untouchable and remote, and he could not lower the angels to fit under the shape of his hand. Or maybe he’s thinking of a Bacon portrait, faces a smear of something unsettlingly recognizable; a smudge of paint that might have been a mouth; or a wound. Daniel’s throat closes to see how Armand studies him; near, at distance. Agonizing to exist so aware of the nearness of each other, and the way their bodies once conformed in space. This brutal, intimate image of Armand’s feet, bare upon the floor.

Daniel figures you’d have to have been a believer first for belief to lapse: he’d taken First Communion and been a bad Catholic since. But, God, he reads the Catechism in the shape of Armand’s brows, in the even horizon of his eyes, and thinks these are the articles of his faith.

The controller is cold under his skin. Daniel’s hands are absent of the kind of warmth that leeches into plastic. Whatever the heat in him now is only borrowed.

But Daniel won’t warm the inside of a coffin.

Colors scatter across the round swell of Armand’s cheek like drowned coins under the waters of the Trevi, and Daniel’s breath catches by instinct. The television seems to him a kind of muted, dull chatter of noise, just traffic at a distance, and Daniel’s disinterest softens the snarl. It’d been a strange, abortive thing, to summon these old images, like memories, and finding that neither had been like he’d recalled.

Daniel lifts his arm over the denim rough of his knee, wrist draped loose, blue light blinking violet through the skin of his thumb.

Nothing would have changed.

It might be true, but the certainty punches into him like a fist.

He’d like to lean into the bitter. He can feel it, still, the old resent gathering behind his teeth. It would be so easy to let it come. But he can’t hold on to it. He digests the ugliness with an unfamiliar unease; he’s not used to chewing it down. It makes for an unfulfilling meal.

“Is that why?” There’s a thickness in the question, tenderness fluttering under the plane of his sternum, where his heart closes achingly around a throb. “You didn’t come.” Somewhere along the line, without his realizing, they had slipped the rope of each other and unmoored. Was it the mortal allure that had, in the end, always summoned Armand back to him? The immediacy of loving something bound to die? And when Armand had sealed Daniel to his body with his blood, hadn’t it killed them both, anyway?

Maybe it wasn’t a rope. Maybe it was a bone, growing out of the cage of Armand’s ribs, like the first woman from Adam, like Armand’s first child; like his last. Maybe it was a bone. Maybe it snapped.

Daniel hears a strained laugh, threadbare around the edges, and supposes it must have been his.

A plaintive warble of something dying issues from the television screen, neglected. So let it die. It’s all only pixels.

Daniel leans toward him. The air is dead between them, and Daniel longs to resuscitate their old frequencies. He lifts his hand like a compulsion, like the spellbinding he used to accuse of Armand, when Daniel couldn’t face that when he returned, treading the old paths back to these ancient, young eyes, it had always been for missing him.

Armand’s face is so close beneath him. Daniel falls into it, like he always has, and the world tilts away. His vision spins with that same slanted dizziness, until he anchors himself against Armand’s skin; he slips his hand under his hair, and remembers the geography of these well-loved contours under his palm.

“Jesus,” he breathes, raggedly, unsticking from the starchy quiet of his throat. He feels a weight under his tongue to see him, to breathe in the nearness of his skin, the way that time would never touch them again. “Doesn’t anything last? Aren’t we meant to?” Why ask it? Maybe they’re fucked. Maybe this is a confession.

#verse: modern.#childofmanynames #:' )

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xayneimagines · 4 years ago

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Part Time Immortality (pt 1?)

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Spike x Reader

Warnings: Cussing?

Genre: I think it’s cute and funny.

Summary: Y/n is a vampire with a soul who works a normal human job and does a lot of normal human things. Spike doesn’t get it. Featuring, Spike pinning and Y/N being a little hard to get? (This isn’t a request. I just started a new job and my body is hella mad at me for it).

“I don’t get it, pet.”

“And I don’t get why you’re even here. Now both of us are confused.” The kitchen was mostly loud and crowded, but luckily the spot of the dishwasher had some space away from the racket. For a while, Y/N enjoyed the extra space and the separation from others, though recently that space has been filled by a vampire who, for some reason, has been allowed to enter the establishment with little to no questions?

“It just makes no sense. You do realize you’re an immortal being, right? All-powerful, grr, and what have you.” As Spike spoke he fished a cigarette out of his jacket, placing it lightly between his lips before lighting it. Spike had been at this same tangent for what seemed to be days. It wasn’t until today that he actually followed Y/N into the establishment, complaining about their odd choice in income. Really, he just couldn’t stand the idea of the somewhat object of his affection slaving away at some shit show that only gave them minimum wage.

Y/N let out a sigh at the sound of the lighter, not fully turning towards the vampire to address his oddly mortal addiction.

“Do you have to do that in here?” They didn’t hate smoking generally, but in a small place that was already humid and stuffy, it threatened to make them just a little more uncomfortable and that extra discomfort could cause them to snap.

“What, is it illegal?” His face tightened, not liking being told what to do. Granted, he’d make a lot of exceptions for Y/N, but he couldn’t just roll over and be lovey-dovey when the bloody person wasn’t even with him.

“Uh, yeah. Passed 1995 in California...not that it hasn’t just been ignored for the most part...” Pulling the rack out from the dishwasher had hot steam blowing up into their face, irritating them further.

“Ugh, still so annoying.” They quickly wiped their wet hands on the apron before moving onto the next batch of dirty dishes, rinsing off the ones that wouldn’t just get washed in the dishwasher.

“Yes, well, immortality doesn’t make you immune to getting annoyed...in fact, it tends to make it worse.” He took another long drag of his cigarette as he watched them move around the line. It was odd how they could make the most lackluster movements entrancing to him. They didn’t add anything special to their movements, but he could write a poem of how he felt it was a show nonetheless.

As they loaded in the next part of the dishes, y/n turned around with another heavy sigh and stared at Spike. They leaned against the counter behind them and crossed their arms, a pout setting in on their face.

“Okay, what is it? Why are you here? Actually, why did they even let you in?”

“Well, for the last question, most of your coworkers including your boss is at least buzzed if not drunk. Something about kitchen service brings out the worse in any creature. Secondly, I’m just trying to figure out why you’ve subscribed to this bullshit? Aren’t you a bit young to have a soul? You should be out killing and stealing. Unliving up the good life.” His tone carried his disbelief and his arm gestures added that flare to sell home the point.

“Well, the whole soul bit was a choice and I’m working so that I can get money so that I can pay bills and blah blah blah. I don’t do the dine and dash thing.” This wasn’t the first time Spike shared his disbelief over their choices. Heck, he wasn’t even the only vampire that used their choices as some quip against them.

“Fine, you don’t have to. I’ll provide the all you can eat buffet.” The way he spoke was nonchalant and confident.

“Oh yeah? And what’s the price for that?” They couldn’t help the huff of laughter that escaped them. It was odd to be at the end of his praises, especially considering their past was filled with literally trying to kill each other.

“Just for you to be on my side. I think I’m being very generous.” He locked his eyes onto Y/N to gauge their response. It wasn’t as though he was simply testing the waters by this point, he all but declared the word ‘love’ since he had come to terms with his feelings. Looking at their response was more of a service to see if they were at least opening up to the idea.

“No, you’re being very demanding and persistent. I’m friends with the scoobies and an enemy to the big baddies, which includes you by the way! In case you forgot!” Their arms had dropped and they looked at him with such an expression of disbelief that it could almost hurt his feeling. It probably would have added to the sting of rejection if he didn’t have a good bet on them feeling the same.

“...You think I’m a big baddie?” A mischievous smile spread across Spike’s face at the perceived compliment.

“Oh my god, Spike. What has gotten into you? You literally tried to dust me a few mo-”

“BACK TO WORK Y/N! SAVE YOUR LARP TALK FOR OFF THE CLOCK. YOU TOO….BLONDEIE...” The boss had rounded the corner and had apparently decided to get strict on the amount of work being done. Y/N rolled their eyes before turning back to the dishes, shaking their head as they tried to brush off the shout.

“...Honestly, it is amazing the human race has lasted this long.” They couldn’t help the exclamation, frustration building up with every moment spent inside of the kitchen.

“See! You’re too good for them. You should be with your own kind-” Spike quickly went for it, figuring now was as good of a time as any to accurately show what he was meaning.

“You mean you.” Y/N interrupted with some annoyance written on their face but not nearly as much as earlier when the boss had spoke up. They had turned back to the vampire, already losing their motivation to continue the job at hand.

“Yes, you should be with me. Glad we agreed to this!”

“Spike!”

“Y/N!”

Y/N groaned and turned away from the vampire once again, annoyance causing their body to feel as though it was heating up despite knowing that wasn’t likely. While they were trying to will themselves to put forth the effort into their job, they simply just stared at the dishes. They stayed quiet for a moment, their thoughts racing with the conversation they were having.

“Spike, even if I said yes, you have that chip. You couldn’t provide if I wanted you to.”

“Oh sure, rub it in love.”

“I’m not mocking you, Spike. At least not right now.” Their voice had gone somewhat quiet by the end of their sentence before they looked back to Spike, confusion, and a sort of vulnerability showing in their eyes. The look risked causing Spike’s heart to start beating.

“So, why are you being like this exactly? Last time I checked you hated me about as much as you hate Buffy. Something about me being a no-good vampire like your old friend Angel?”

“Well, you are an awful vampire. I’m not going back on that.” He snorted, eyes glancing to his hands as he fidgeted ever so slightly.

“So then whats going on? Are you okay?”

He hesitated at the question, always caught off guard when they expressed any concern for him. Of course, they would ask questions like that and then wonder why he was so intent on providing literally anything for them.

“Why do you care if I’m okay?” He tried to egg them on, wanting to get them to confirm something he already knew. The question obviously backfired as their face went back to a look of exasperation.

“Okay, if you’re just going to act like this the-” They were interrupted by Spike holding his hands up, trying to show he was backing off with his motions.

“You’re right, you’re right. Look, I-”

“I TOLD YOU TWO-”

“OH, SHUT THE FUCK UP CLENT! Jesus Christ, I swear, everyone else here can dick around, however, and whenever, but the moment I just breathe he fucking bites my head off.” They hadn’t realized how hard they had been gripping the lip of the sink behind them until a noise of metal crushing got their attention. They looked towards the now bent sink before looking back to Spike, already wanting the night to be over with.

“Listen, I get you want to do the whole human thing, but at least go after a different job. You’re fucking miserable, and coming from me that’s saying something. All these centuries I’ve tortured people and not once was I evil enough to put them into food service.” Spike shook his head as he watched Clent leave the area, his attention only being drawn from him when he heard Y/N bark out a laugh. A smile spread across his face at the pleasant sound that accompanied their smile. God, he’d kill to be able to hear that for the rest of his undead life.

They stayed quiet for a moment before they shrugged.

“Fine. I’ll at least quit this shit job. But I’m still not being a bad guy with you and I’m getting another job when I can.” Y/N couldn’t keep their smile down, small chuckles continuing to escape them as they untied their apron. Spike clapped his hands together, standing up straighter.

“Good to hear. Now let’s get the hell out of here!”

#BTVS Spike #spike imagine #spike x reader #btvs spike imagine #buffy the vampire slayer spike imagine #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #btvs imagine

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