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am-i-the-one · 4 months

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Smoking and Vampires Kill (Reader x Spike)

'A sigh escaped your mouth as you remember the feeling of being kissed by Spike and exhaling smoke. You knew if you didn't quit smoking and break up with Spike they would have both killed you in the end.'

Summary: Your vampire ex-boyfriend visits your house when he hears you've quit smoking to try and tempt you into giving in to both.

Word Count: 2048

Ao3 link: Ao3

At midnight on New Year's Eve you walked straight into the bathroom and flushed your last pack of cigarettes. While your heart leapt up into your throat for an instant as the panic started you breathed out a sigh of relief. Trembling, you washed your hands and went to go re-join the party and find your new boyfriend in the crowd.

It's Winter break and you've been back home from studying at UC Sunnydale for two weeks now. Coincidently, that's also the number of days gone without smoking. Counting them off like prison scratches on the wall. You've always wanted to quit smoking and it didn't help when you met Spike who would chain-smoke indefinitely without the death anxiety, for obvious reasons. You first met Spike outside the Bronze one evening when he asked you for a light. Not thinking anything of it, you said he could keep it remembering all the Clippers in your draw at home. It was a novelty Halloween design with a vampire motif and the words 'blood sucker' wrapped around it. You never liked it, vampires were never your favourite monster. He looked at you credulously, with his eyes opened and slightly frowning at the suggestion. His facial expression soon relaxed and he thanked you and said he'd maybe see you inside. You thought he was strange as he blew smoke rings and poked is finger through them while looking up wistfully at the night sky.

You would only ever see him loitering outside the Bronze back alley. Since you spent half the night going inside and outside to smoke you'd end up catching him before he disappeared into the night. Soon enough, he became the sole reason you went to the Bronze. How pathetic, you thought, wanting to shiver in the cold while waiting for a stranger to appear, only to exchange a few words, maybe share a cigarette and then say goodbye.

One night you were warming yourself up with your lighter after crushing out your second cigarette waiting for Spike. You didn't think he was going to show until you turned around to go inside and there he was, brooding over the top of you and grinning manically.

"Hey Y/N! I was just looking for you. What are you doing outside? You must be freezing. Here let's go back inside."

He shuffled you indoors and bought you a hot mulled wine to warm you up. All the time shaking his head and complaining you were going to catch a cold. You moved naturally with him and followed his lead. This was the first time you had ever even seen him inside the Bronze, let alone be in his company with others around. You both sat down at a table in the back where it was away from the main stage.

"I haven't seen you in a while" you said, instantly regretting admitting you noticed.

"Yeah, I've been busy," Spike said raising his eyebrows, obviously surprised. "But I had my lucky lighter with me to remind me of you," showing you the vampire lighter out of his pocket and playing with it on the table. This made you smile that he remembered. You talked all night together until closing and he walked you home, after insisting, saying there's bad people lurking around this time of night.

It would only be a few weeks into the relationship that he would reveal his true identity as a vampire. You immediately ended the relationship in your head when his face turned into that of a beast. You weren't scared at the change in his appearance and demeanour. You only wanted to leave the Bronze and never see him again. This was three months ago and you hadn't seen him since. Not even when you braved to go our to the Bronze a few weeks after the break-up. You slowly forgot, or pretended you had forgotten, about the mystery vampire when you went to UC Sunnydale. What with all the studying, coffee and cigarettes consuming your brain you could hardly think straight let alone remember basic English. But, now you were back home and the memories consumed you. Perhaps, you thought, you had unconsciously quit smoking to forget Spike.

It was midnight, day 15, and you were kept awake by the intense cravings and nausea. You felt dizzy and the whole world was spinning when you rested your head. So, you switched on your bedside light and tried some breathing exercises. In and out. It will all go away soon, you thought. You stared out your bedroom window and remembered all the memories you had with Spike. You both had stood huddled under his leather jacket while it rained with his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you shared a cigarette. With your faces almost touching, all it took was a slight turn and that was the first time you both kissed. The cigarette forgotten about, laid burning half finished on the ground outside the Bronze. A sigh escaped your mouth as you remember the feeling of being kissed by Spike and exhaling smoke. You knew if you didn't quit smoking and break up with Spike they would have both killed you in the end. There's nothing in this world that compares to having something you love which kills you in the process. You feel both weak and strong being defeated because it means you have something to overcome.

These were the thoughts racing through your head as the clock moved between the early hours of the morning. You heard your parents snoring down the hallway and closed your eyes trying to isolate your dad's breathing and snoring. This grounded you in the moment until you heard a sudden sound outside of a lighter spark and an inhale that was followed by a familiar scratchy cough and a curse word. Paralyzed, you sat frozen on your bed while your eyes bursted open like a cat's, hair sticking up on end. You drifted to your windowsill, hiding behind the curtain and peeping outside you saw Spike standing below your window. He was leaning up against a tree in your front yard and looking straight into your bedroom. Flustered you backed away from the window. It's too dark to tell but you don't think he looked angry or upset. Honestly, it looked like he was just minding his own business, loitering in the middle of the night. Except, he was staring into your window so he obviously hasn't forgotten about you. You remember he is unable to enter the house since you never formally invited him inside. But, that didn't make him go away as there he stood waiting outside your house.

Knowing that you would be unable to sleep unless you confronted him about his stalker behaviour you returned to the window. You opened both curtains and sat down on your window sill bench wrapping the blanket around you. Breathing a deep breath, you opened your window and finally looked down at Spike.

"I had nearly given up," he said waving his lit cigarette. "I thought I was going to have to smoke a whole packet before you'd open up."

"What are you doing here Spike?" you ask, grimacing as you see his bleached blonde hair shine in the moonlight. God, how did that ever attract you.

"A little birdy told me that you've quit smoking and I've just come to give my congrats. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" He asks, grinning innocently and putting his hands up in the air. He crushes the cigarette on the ground and proceeds to light another one. "You see, I've tried quitting every turn of the century but nothing's seemed to work and I was thinking, since you're doing so well and all, you'd let me in on the secret".

This is unbelievable, you thought. He's really going to stand there all night, smoking a packet of cigarettes, trying to get inside your head. The wind rustled the leaves above Spike. Maybe if it picks up it would blow out his cigarette or at least drown out his voice. You looked into Spike's eyes as he raised his eyebrows waiting for your response.

"If you really want to know Spike, sometimes to kill one addiction you have to kill another. Like, if you always smoke when you have a drink you might have to quit both. At least for me, breaking up with you has solved all kinds of problems in my life."

"Ouch that hurts, love. But I bet that's what you wanted. Though I know you don't mean a word. I'll throw you up a smoke, if you want. Must be craving one like mad stuck in your room watching me enjoy one." He said, blowing out a cloud of smoke. You hated to admit it but he was right. You would have liked a cigarette but you couldn't bow down and accept one from Spike of all people.

"Sure and while I'm at it I think I want to get back together, don't you?"

"Cool it with the sarcasm pet, I'm just teasing you. Honestly, I want to commend you for giving it up. There's no point ruining your body when it's your only one. But I've been missing you lately. You never come to the Bronze anymore."

Why doesn't he just start crying, you thought. If you would have known he'd be this clingy you would never have spoken to him. Maybe all those times you waited in the back alley for him, he was also waiting for the right time to walk up to you. You had never thought about that before. How long could he have been staring at me, watching me, waiting to come up to me and have a smoke. It creeped you out to think of yourself as prey and Spike the predator. But that's what he was, at the end of the day. He had never raised his hand or drawn your blood, but that doesn't mean he wasn't trying to kill you. He was toying with you, making you believe you were in love with him. You thought you could never love another person except for Spike. But, you had proved that wrong having been in a more than happy relationship for months now.

You no longer needed those things that were silently killing you. Neither Spike or cigarettes were welcome into your life anymore. You stared down at Spike, smoking his third cigarette now catching a glimpse of your old vampire lighter. If only you could have known how ironic it was when you handed it over to him, he must have loved it. Reflecting back on when you first started smoking in your teenage years, you didn't know smoking was going to corrupt your body and become an irrepressible addiction. You were naïve and thought it would lessen the monotony of everyday life and make you more mature. The same was true about going out with Spike, an older guy who happened to be much older than he looks. You know you shouldn't blame yourself for what you know now but it's hard when you're consumed with deep seated regret. Especially because your body desires and craves both Spike and smoking.

"Goodbye, Spike." you whisper, just loud enough to see his face start and mouth open.

You smile sincerely looking down at Spike remembering the times you had together. The nights he'd stay out with you after closing hours and talk with you all night. But, Spike is a double-edged sword and someone who, in the end, would kill you if he had the chance. You close the curtains not turning back and curl up into bed imagining his arm around you as you smoked together in the rain. It felt so real, like he was there in bed beside you, Though you knew it was impossible you curled up next to him in his smoked-stained leather jacket and felt his arms wrap around you.

"I guess that's another addiction I haven't gotten over." you say as you breath a sigh of release. Turning out your lamp, you toss and turn trying to sleep while memories of Spike lighting a cigarette and handing it over to you with a grin churns in your brain.

#spike #spike headcanons #spike buffy the vampire slayer #spike x reader #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer headcanons #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #btvs #spike btvs x reader #vampire #vampire x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #headcanon #spike btvs

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i-heart-slashers · 4 months

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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SFW🌿

⭑ When Spike falls in love, he falls hard. And I mean, head over heels, heart-aching, chest-burning, mind full of you and you only...

⭑ I think once he realises how much he loves you, he’d leave for a few weeks. No note, no telling anyone where he was going.

⭑ He needed to get away. To try and sort himself out before being around you

⭑ When he comes back, he tries to act as calmly and collected as he can.

⭑ A cigarette in his mouth whenever conversation ceased, snarky comments, but never directed towards you. It’s like his defense mechanisms don’t work when you’re around.

⭑ And he tries to move on from you. He tries so hard. But he can’t. It’s impossible.

⭑ So he tries to sway you. To seduce you; he just wants you to love him.

⭑ Flowers, red roses because he knows that’s the most romantic, although when you frown at them he insists on you telling him your favourite.

⭑ Always hanging around your house, ‘just in case of trouble,’ he would mutter in his gruff accent

⭑ I think there would be a time when he can’t hide his feelings any longer. A romantic display of his love turns sour when all the things he’s planned go awry.

⭑ And he tries. He tries and tries; protecting you, getting your groceries, fixing your car. He turns into a best friend really.

⭑ Spike listens to you - he would want you to feel like you have a person, someone you can go to with whatever is lying heavy on your chest

⭑ And he does everything within his power not to touch you - not until you’ve consented

⭑ I think a lot of people find Spike to be toxic, and it’s a genuine concern that you bring up with him. It’s something that holds you back from committing to him.

⭑ “I can be better y/n, I would never hurt you,” he stood in your living room, his arms dangling by his sides.

“Is that the truth? Because you’ve hurt so many before.”

⭑ Your belief in Spike being a changed man would be the beginning of the relationship. And he does everything in his power to be on the ‘right’ track. Like a retired villain.

⭑ The wooing and romance does not stop when you accept him. He still goes out of his way to make you feel like the most important person in the world.

⭑ “You’re looking ... most scrumptious today love,” he’d purr in your ear.

⭑ And surprisingly enough ... he does honour you and himself. Figuring out what ‘a hero’ would do and trying to do it to the best of his abilities.

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#spike #spike headcanons #spike buffy the vampire slayer #spike x reader #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer headcanons #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer would include #btvs #spike btvs x reader #vampire #vampire x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #headcanons

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ang3lik · 10 months

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deciding i’m naming my vamp!bill series ‘the pain of love’ just incase i decide to make it angsty…

#✘ — angel.txt #insert evil laughter #y’all better know btvs #reader can’t be with bill because she’s a slayer and he’s a vamp but she loves him #really buffy/angel shit #vamp!bill #tokio hotel #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz imagines

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amywritesthings · 1 year

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fic writer interview.

found this in the tags while I was browsing & thought it could be a fun way to end 2022! i am not tagging anyone, but if you'd like to fill it out, then feel free to copy + paste it to a new post!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eleven, soon to be twelve!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

113,915

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Marvel (The Avengers, Moon Knight), Star Wars (The Mandalorian, Andor), The Last of Us, The Bubble, and Stranger Things

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Point A to Point B (493)

Where Shadows Meet Spaces (356)

Meet Me at the Usual (277)

A First for Breathing (226)

Meet Me On the Other Side (118)

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Every single one, no matter how long or how short! Reblogs on tumblr and replies/comments under the posts are literally my life source to keep me going through the day. I try to make sure I don't miss a single response if I can help it.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It isn't finished yet, but I have the finale outlined for Famous Last Words as I only have two more parts to go. (That I intend to finish some day I promise!) Same Old Mistakes will have the angstiest ending out of all of my fics.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do not. I totally could one day, though. Just has to have the right mood.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No! Luckily I am fortunate enough to say that I have been given only constructive criticism to my fics, which is not equivalent to hate.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I actually really get nervous about writing smut. Like it'll take me eons to write smut chapters versus normal chapters because they're the pieces of writing I'm most self conscious about. (Even if... nearly all of my works constitute as smut-based fics.) I primarily write f/m smut just because... well, it just happens that way? And I write smut for me, so I don't primarily write things that I don't find hot. Because fic-writing it's about self-indulging, baybeeee.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No! Not that I am aware of, anyway. Hopefully not, because stealing fics is lame.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of, no.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I'm actually more well-versed in roleplay writing than I am with fanfics, so I want to say... yes? Because I've written collaborative stories with friends that I've just never published to the public, but it's a long-winded way of say yes and also no.

13. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

I don't know if I have one? I write mainly reader insert because I would be writing original character x canon fic, but they don't typically sell well, so I adopted 2nd person writing to get with the times.

In terms of readership, I loved Buffy/Spike from BtVS as a kid, Garrus x Sheppard from Mass Effect 3, Zutara from ATLA, Jack & Elizabeth from POTC, Obidala, Dramione, Reylo... I'm typically a big proponent of enemies to lovers, if that hasn't been obvious yet, lol.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a Succession fanfiction that is extremely dark and 'dead dove don't eat' territory that I've had sitting in my google docs for over a year now. I think it's some of my best writing, but I know that it's extremely taboo and very much not safe for work, so I struggle with posting it despite how I go back to read it all the time lol. I write a really good Kendall Roy, guys!

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I went to school and have a degree in pre-production motion picture and television writing, so screenwriting is my niche little hobby that I wanted to turn into a career and never did. That being said, I think that I can really pick up on dialect of characters and actors very well in order to translate them into original pieces / fanfiction, so I think most of my strengths lie within my verbal writing.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I absolutely loathe writing long paragraphs and descriptors and tend to gloss over when others write very long paragraph writing. My attention span just cannot handle non-quippy and whippy writing, and that goes for myself as well. I'd rather just write the dialogue and the drama going on between interpersonal relationships, and tend to struggle with setting up locations and atmospheres in a broader, descriptive sense vs. abstract.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don't do it because I would have to use Google Translator and that's a total gamble, but I admire those who can and do fluently. I can read Spanish, but I cannot write it. The closest we get is me writing Din speaking in Mando'a and quite honestly I do not know if those translations are even real / up to Wookiepedia code lol.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Y'all are going to lose. your. shit over this.

Jimmy Neutron. I was nine years old. A 12-part story I still say is my best work 😂

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Point A to Point B will likely be my favorite. I have put so much of my heart and soul in that storytelling and world crafting that I'd be remiss to suggest anything else.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fic writer things #long post cw #interview cw

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halfmoonshines · 3 days

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hmmm...hello! What fandons do you write for?

Heya! Thanks for asking.

I write for;

Marvel

TVD

Game of Thrones

Fullmetal Alchemist

Kaleido Star

Studio Ghibli

Hunger Games

(Almost any book series I’ve read…. A lot)

Bridgerton

BTVS

Supernatural

Doctor Who

Charmed

And I’m sure I’m forgetting some stuff so you can always inquire about certain ones! I’m open to reader inserts, character x character, one character in certain situations, specific headcanons, etc :)

#my works #Fullmetal #game of thrones #charmed #supernatural #tvd #hunger games #Bridgerton #marvel #doctor who #btvs

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make-me-imagine · 3 years

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Let Me Help

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 18 - "What are you doing here?" "I wanted to see if you were okay."

Pairing: Spike x G!N Reader

Warnings: Brief mentions of torture, wounds and blood. Takes place after the episode 'Showtime'.

Word Count: 1.7k

General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire Requested Taglist: @hybrid-omegaverse, @spuffyfan394, @queenofevil696

*This is a mixture of angst, fluff and a bit of whump/comfort **@spuffyfan394 since you asked if I might ever be interested in writing a whump fic for after the episode 'Showtime' with a Spike x Reader; AND I already had a Spike fic planned for this challenge, I thought these prompts would fit perfectly with that, Sooo, SURPRISE! I know there isn’t a lot of whump, but I hope you like it. And also I’m sorry if I am a bit vague in some areas, I used wiki to get the details of this episode/plot :) < this is also why I was being vague when asking where Spike lived after Season 6 lol ***Reader replaces Buffy in this; as in, in spikes dreams/hallucinations it was the reader that kept coming to save him.

Spike didn’t believe it at first, as you stood in front of him. It happened too many times. The First Evil taking on your form, pretending you were there to save him. But it was never really you. So surely it wouldn’t be you this time. He desperately wished it was, but he no longer had it in him to truly believe it.

All he was now really, was angry. So he stared you down, and with a sneer told you off, not wanting the First to think he’s won again. But as your figure took a step closer, he felt his gut clench. And as you lifted the blade in your hand, he prepared himself for more torture.

As your hand came closer, he watched with surprise as you cut the binds around his wrist. And then as you moved to cut the other, the slack holding him disappeared. And as he began to fall, you caught him.

His arm wrapped around your shoulder, holding himself up, and your arm came around his back to support him. He stared at you in disbelief. Your familiar scent filled his nose as you stared at him with a look of worry as you began to help him walk. “Y/n?” He asked, his voice quite, almost a whisper.

You were unsure of what all happened to him down here, but you mustered a smile and nodded as you continued to help him out of the cave. “It’s me Spike. It’s over now.”

Part of him wondered if this was just another trick. But as you led him out of the cave, and Buffy, tired and a bit bloodied, came into view, he knew it was over. And he relished in the relief that washed over him.

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You stood outside of the door, unsure of whether you should knock, or turn around and leave. Spike had left so suddenly after you got back to the Summers house, that you had no time to really check on him. So, hoping he came back to the school to hide out, you came to see if he was alright. But, you were afraid he might not want to see you. You twirled the handle of the bag in your hands around. You brought some medical supplies you thought he might want or need as well.

Feeling the worry in your gut was more overwhelming than your nervousness at him being angry with you, you reached out and knocked on the door. Waiting a moment, you knocked again, and this time called out “Spike? Are you in there? It’s Y/n!”

You waited again. Just before you were about to give up, you heard footsteps approaching the door before stopping just on the other side.

“What are you doing here?” His voice came through. It was a bit rough, and you could hear the underlying annoyance, making you ring your hands.

“Uh, well, I-....I wanted to see if you were okay.” You said softly and sincerely. “You left before I could talk to you, so I just...wanted to check. But, if you want me to leave I will...” You took a step back and got ready to leave, but paused when you heard him call out.

“No! Uh, no, I mean.” The door creaked open and you saw him appear. Seeing the bruises and cuts on his face made you frown as he looked at the ground “It’s alright. You don’t need to check on me.”

You bobbed in your place a bit “Are you sure? I uh...brought some medical stuff. Like, bandages, and cleaning cream and stuff, if you needed them…” You trailed off.

Spike couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he watched you. You seemed shy, and nervous about helping him. He cleared his throat a bit. “I don’t need the bandages, but...the cleaning solution I’ll take.” You looked up at him and he motioned his head “Come on in.”

You smiled as you followed him, watching him closely as he walked. He was able to move well on his own now, so he must have been healing relatively easily, which you were glad for. As he sat down he looked over at you and reached out for the bag. Quickly opening it, you grabbed the antiseptic cream and took it out, handing it to him.

You sat down as well and watched as he began to apply some of the cream on the deeper cuts. “Uhm, are you okay? I mean...besides being hurt…” You asked cautiously.

Spike avoided making eye contact with you and spoke with a relatively emotionless voice “I’m fine. It wasn’t the first time I’ve been tortured.”

You felt your heart wrench a bit at his admission, but nodded your head. As you saw him trying to put the cream on a wound along his side and back that he couldn’t quite reach, you stood up “Here.” Moving over, you took the cream from his hand, and he looked at you a bit surprised. You met his eyes for a moment as you sat on your knees “You can at least let me help a bit.”

He watched as you began to gently apply the cream onto his side, he couldn’t help but watch your face as you frowned in concentration. Glancing at another wound he had on the back of his shoulder, you began to apply some of the cream there too.

You seemed so attentive to him, not that it was unusual, you were always kind to him. It’s part of why he fell for you. Perhaps he shouldn’t be so surprised that you helped save him, or that you came to check on him like this. But why? Why do you care about him like this? Could it possibly be because you feel the same?

“Alright. I think I covered all of them.” You said with a small sigh as you closed the bottle, wiping your hands on your pants.

Spike couldn’t get the curiosity out of his head, and felt himself speaking without thinking “Why did you come? Was it just to check on me?”

You met his eyes and for a moment tried to think of some excuse. But remained quiet as you saw the look in his eyes. The unspoken question resting behind them. For a while now, you thought that Spike might have feelings for you, just as you had for him. He was protective, and sweet. He was a friend, but sometimes felt like maybe he could, and wanted to be more. Sometimes his flirting felt less like joking banter than it used to. And now as you saw the way he was staring at you, you think you knew more now.

“I thought it might be obvious by now.” You said, your voice soft, holding a hint of shyness as you set the bottle of cream on the chair beside you.

Spike felt his stomach seem to swell as you said this. If he could breathe, he’d be breathless anyways. And if his heart was beating it would be pounding. For as long as he knew you, there was something that drew him to you. He knew he had fallen for you, but he convinced himself that you would never feel the same. Not for a monster like him.

And now, as he saw the admission and vulnerability cover your face, he felt his own bubbling to the surface. “I saw you.” You looked from your hand and back to his face with a hint of curiosity “The First, he- made himself look like you. Made me think you were there; to save me...He taunted me, because he knew...somehow, he knew that you were my weakness. And... The more I think about it, the more I'm afraid this isn’t real, that it’s all a dream, and I’m still...down there...” He trailed off unsure of how to continue.

He saw surprise cross your face, mixed with guilt that didn’t belong to you. “That’s why you were surprised when I set you free?” You asked softly, and he nodded. Feeling a mix of guilt, anger and sadness about what he said, you suddenly threw yourself forward and wrapped your arms around him. “It’s not a dream Spike. I’m here, for real. I promise.”

Spike was surprised when you did this, but as you rested your head on his shoulder, he felt some of the weariness and pain fade away. You weren’t babying him as though he was a child, you were comforting him, exactly how he needed, and how he wanted. Slowly lifting his arms, he wrapped them around you. Unsure at first, but the more he felt your warmth, he tightened his embrace until he was hugging and holding you against him.

Feeling Spike pull you tighter against him, you were relieved. You knew what he needed, but you were afraid he might shun it. And as he pressed his head into your neck, and his body relaxed just a little, you smiled.

“Y/n?” He suddenly asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

“Yes?”

“Don’t leave...I mean...not just yet”

You felt your heart already rapidly beating heart begin to pound harder. “Actually.” You pulled away from him, though you did not want you. Spike met your eyes, and you saw a bit of anticipation behind his gaze. “I was going to ask you to come with me.” You saw him tilt his head a bit and you continued “I have a spare bedroom...and I don’t think you should stay down here all alone.”

“You’re...asking me to come stay at your house?”

“Yes.” You nodded and smiled a bit.

“And you’d be alright with that?”

“Yes, of course I would be, That's why I’m asking.”

“And I can...stay?” He asked cautiously, wondering if it was only temporary.

You nodded again “Yes, I want you to stay. Will you, I mean, do you want to?”

He nodded. “Yeah….I do.”

You stood up and looked down at him. “Alright, let’s go then.”

As Spike stood up, he continued to stare at you. Grabbing your bag you looked back at him, and using what confidence you could muster, reached down and took his hand in yours. Spike looked down at your interlocked hands as you began to lead him towards the door. As it really struck him that this was happening, he felt a smile stretch across his face. And for the first time in a while, he felt like things were finally getting better, and that he might finally get a little happiness, with you.

xx End xx

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chubbyreaderchan · 4 years

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Technically No | Jacob Black x witch!Reader | Twilight/Buffy the Vampire Slayer Crossover| 1

jacob is over 18+ in this as well as reader! It's also a slight modern au because technology makes life easier man. And no I don't know what timeline this is. It's after Jacob phases and before Buffy dies again. So you might see Glory in this. Also it’s under a cut because this introduction/beginning is super long.

"Did you make it okay?" Buffy asked over the phone.

"Yes, Buff. I'm in my new house. I am going to my new job Monday" (Y/n) said with a soft sigh as she leaned against her new counter, having just moved from one small town to the other.

Sunnydale to Forks.

"Good. I'm glad you are safe." (Y/n) smiled a small yet sort of sad smile at the prospect of leaving the scoobs but there was a job offer in Forks that was just to good for her to not take and she was damn lucky to find a house for rent. She wondered if it was haunted. Not that was a big deal for someone who went to high school on top of a literal hellmouth.

"How's Dawny?" (Y/n) also knew that Dawn's first day back to high school was coming up as well as Buffy's first day of college for the year. "And did you get your course schedule yet?" She stated sitting in the empty living room floor eating her favorite fast food meal. Her moving truck wouldn't be there with her stuff for at least another day or two.

It wasn't exactly a house full of stuff yet, of course. She had just gone from living with her parents to on her own within a flash it seemed. It was as if the universe was pulling and placing her right in the middle of now where Washington.

"Yeah but I didn't get some of the courses I wanted. Have to try next semester." She sighed over the phone. Was it normal to talk to someone you had just left the day before as if you hadn't seen them in months? Maybe not but a lot was happening as the end of summer was coming to fruition. "Dawn is excited to go back to school"

"Interesting... She wasn't yesterday." Buffy sighed over the phone as her friend teased her. "Oh! So I'm going to try to get some essentials tomorrow!" She said suddenly remembering what she called Buffy about in the first place. "What color do you think I should decorate my kitchen in? Green? Red?" Buffy almost laughed again at one of her closest friends.

"You'll know when you actually go to the store. It's not like I can see the house." "Not yet! But you all are going to come visit me some day!" She laughed a bit. Her phone buzzed at her to charge. "Hey... Buffy. I gotta go. Phones is dying. Tell Willow and everyone I miss them."

"Will do." With that, the phone was hung up and placed on its charger.

(Y/n) sighed picking up her trash and began the work to make the floor as comfortable as possible until she could actually buy a decent bed.

The next morning, (Y/n) woke up at a fair hour for a Saturday and took a shower. It was nice to wash out some of the travel and sleep stink off before she slipped on her clothes for the day. Then she went to grab her phone as well as keys and her wallet. There was no way she could sleep on the floor for one more day and eating fast food everyday wasn't exactly a healthy option even if she did just arrive in town.

Sure she was still tired from the plane ride but she would stay tired. She need to find at least an air mattress. The car ride was short, it was nice. Familiar. It wasn't a huge change from one small town to another... Minus the demons and vampires. She hoped. It was simple enough to find the small plaza that had a few small shops and even a diner within walking distance of each other.

It was not even remotely difficult to find the things she oh so desperately needed. It was wonderful. (Y/n) was even able to add to her growing collection of magical artifacts when she stumbled into an antique shop. She thanked the gods that her family had loaned her a bit of cash to help her get by until she was fully working again.

Her day was going great... That was until she was hit with pangs of hunger. 'Did I even eat breakfast?' she asked herself before glancing at the time and gasping. She had been out a lot longer than she had realized.

Didn't she see a diner? She walked to her rental car and started a vague drive. Ah-ha! There was a diner.

She pulled in and was seated quite quickly. It wasn't long before her meal was ordered and her attention was drawn to her phone as she waited. There was a text message from Anya complaining about an argument she and Xander were having. (Y/n) laughed softly before responding with her opinion.

While she was distracted she didn't notice the small group enter. Especially a young man who had a slight staring problem. His eyes were locked on (Y/n) as she fiddled around with her phone. The young man was known by most as Jacob Black. A good kid who was madly in love with Bella Swan, his childhood friend.

"Jake... You okay?" Bella another member of the small group asked with concern on her face. An older man in a wheelchair who was previously chatting with the other older man in the group looked at the one named Jacob. A small knowing smile flashed over his features as he looked at his son.

'It's about damn time' Billy the man in the wheelchair thought. "Jake!" Bella's voice called him again, finally snapping the dark haired young man from his thoughts.

(Y/n) who was finally served food sat her phone down finally not even noticing the set of eyes on the back of her head.

"Is she-?" Bella whispered to Jacob just low enough for her father to not hear. "I... Think so... I think..."

"Son..." It was Billy who joined the conversation. "If you don't go talk to her... I will." Jacob's eyes went wide. How embarrassing would that be? His dad talking to his imprint before he could.

Jacob looked at the girl happily eating her dinner and playing around with her technology. Then she giggled. Oh God.

How could it be that just the day before he was trying to convince Bella not to turn into a vampire? That he was so madly and so deeply in love with the vampire girl that he defied Sam his pack leader for turn into dust and be replaced instantly by a young woman he hadn't even spoken to?

Jacob was so distracted by his thoughts he barely caught his father moving to go introduce himself. "No, wait. Dad. I'll go." He quickly stood up and wandered over to the table nervously. What was he going to say? What if she didn't like him? What if he said something dumb?

"Hey I'm Jacob." He said awkwardly, causing her to jump from what she was doing. Her face scrunched up in confusion before she finally looked up. Their eyes locked and it felt like everything stopped. Her heart beat hard against her ribcage at the very tall and dark haired man before her. "You looked lonely. Uhm. I know we just got here. But..." What was he doing? Inviting her to sit with his dad and his dad's best friend for dinner? That's weird isn't it? Especially since he was going to have dinner with a girl he was in love with.

"I'd love to join you." Why did she just agree to crash someone else's dinner? It looked like a family affair of sorts. "I'm (Y/n)!" She suddenly remembered her name. It felt like her face was on fire. He shifted from slightly nervous to having a large smile on his face. How sweet.

He even helped by carrying her stuff to the table. "This is my dad Billy. His friend Charlie and his daughter Bella." Jacob introduced allowing her to sit down. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was weird.

Something was off.

It felt... Magical. She knew magical.

But then Charlie began to talk about how he was a sheriff and the weirdness seemed to disappear. "So...where are you from?" Charlie asked trying to judge if this new girl was going to cause him trouble later. "Oh. Sunnydale," she paused. "California. Also graduated from Sunnydale high." She explained with a small smile.

Maybe it wasn't so bad joining their little dinner. It was nice having people to talk to, especially when one was so new. "What do you like to do Jake?" She said looking over at him before taking a bite of food.

"Oh, uh. I buy and flip cars right now. It's more of a side hustle really." He smiled at her. "Really?" She said with a smile on her lips. "Because the car I'm in is just a rental... If you find anything good will you think of me? I can't pay the rate they are wanting forever." She joked, gently and playfully touching his arm.

It was like fire. Both literally and figuratively. If it weren't for the people she could almost throw herself at him. But then his skin was so hot that it almost burned. "Absolutely." Jacob smiled. "What's your phone number?" He looked almost like a puppy who was just given a treat. She took his phone and put her number in and he sent her a text. A wolf emoji.

Her eyes looked him over again. Then the phone in her hand began ringing. She answered it quickly, it was the moving company.

Jacob watched as she excused herself to talk to whoever. Her once happy self was instantly deflated. Jacob did not like that at all. He felt it. He actually felt the sadness in her. Is this what it was like to have an imprint? Actually feeling their pain? She walked back in and sighed.

“Are you okay?” Jacob asked with what (Y/n) could only describe as genuine concern.

“My moving truck is going to be late. On Monday while I’m at work instead of on Sunday.” She shouldn’t be so easy to talk to someone she had only known for 20 minutes. Jacob didn’t like the look on her face one of distress.

Jacob looked her over again, hardly getting tired of looking at her face. “I have some friends on the Res. Maybe we can meet them. Help you out..” Jacob offered without a second thought.

“Really?” she looked at him unsure at first.

Jacob nodded, a bright smile on his face.

“O-okay” She agreed.

a/n: Stopping this one here and writing part 2 next. If I didn’t this would be 3000 words. Don’t worry I’m literally going from posting this part to writing the next bit because I already know what I’m going to do. Then I’m going to write a Paul version of this.

#twilight reader insert #jacob black x reader #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #btvs reader insert #part 1

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xayneimagines · 4 years

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Sparing with Buffy

Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Pairing: Buffy x Reader( Gender-neutral)

Warnings: N/A

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Buffy wants to get in some training before the date and Y/N is pretty bad at saying no to her.

Word Count: 6475

“So...now let me get this straight. I let you beat me up a little in training, then we get the movies and have a chill rest of the night?” Y/n placed their jacket to the side of the training room before they moved back towards the center, watching Buffy jump up and down to get her energy flowing. The Slayer grinned and nodded before settling into a fighting position, fists raised and a fire burning in her eyes that made Y/N swoon a little more.

“Yep. Train then chill. C’mon, get ready! I wont go easy on you just cause you’re cute!” Her energy was as high as usually as she waited for Y/N to prepare themselves, knowing the other wasn’t always enthused about being a glorified punching bag but willing to make the sacrifice so that she could actually get better.

“You need another vampire to do this with. I’m not even a good fighter.” Y/n complained but complied, knowing that if it were Xander or Giles instead, the fight wouldn’t be able to last nearly as long and Buffy would have to focus on not hurting them. When their friendship started, Y/N never expected they would be helping the Slayer and the gang out in too many ways, but the vampire was pretty glad they had a more clear purpose now.

“Well, see! Then this is great for you too! You always talk about wanting to patrol with us.” As Buffy spoke, her movements began, a punch followed up by a kick that was easily blocked by Y/N before having them returned to her. “And what better way then to spar with little ol’ me!”

“No, I said I wanna go out at night with you. Not patrolling, just out.” Y/N let out a grunt as one of Buffy’s feet collided with their chest. They quickly grabbed her ankles and flipped her, but the agile slayer landed on her hands and feet easily before lunging back into an attack.

“Well I during the night equals fighting and you during the day equals dusting so we have to compromise here!” Left hook, right jab, roundhouse kick. Both of them traded blows back and forth, Y/N only able to keep up so well thanks to being a vampire, but damn were they starting to realize just how much they needed to improve. They were by no means a force to be reckoned with, and while they didn’t mind Buffy protecting them, they didn’t want to add to Buffy’s stress.

“Fine, but we better at least get to do some date things. Oooo, I can bring you flowers and we can put them on the graves where vampires about to come up!” Y/N almost sounded excited as they joked about it, the image in their head almost being a distraction as they threw a few punches.

Buffy rolled her eyes before quickly grabbing one of the punches that was thrown at her, twisting Y/N and practically throwing them. Buffy was pleasantly surprised when she saw the vampire catch themselves, a big improvement from when they had first met.

“Fine, we can do date things and patrol. But we are not giving the vampires my flowers.” She pouted which made Y/N laugh and nod in agreement. The fight continued on from there, Y/N barely scrapping by but contributing just enough of a fight so that Buffy couldn't let her guard down. Y/N may have been knew to fighting in general, but they found that if Buffy was involved then they could try anything at least once.

Minutes turned into an hour before Buffy finally flipped Y/N onto their back, imaginary stake on their heart while she panted with a confident smile.

“I win!” She cheered, ignoring Y/N small groan of pain as they moved to sit up.

“Yep, you win. Time for my runner up trophy though, right?” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, causing Buffy to roll her eyes once again before placing a kiss on the vampires forehead.

“What?? Just forehead kisses? Not even a cheek?”

“No cheek till after the movie...and I actually mean cheek kiss, so don’t even think about it!” Buffy kept a stern look on her face as she helped them up, but Y/N took no offense to the teasing. They were taking things a little slow so that Buffy could build more trust in them, and Y/N didn’t mind that one bit. They already heard the stories about Angel and what happened with the older vampire as well as stories from the boys at college, so when Buffy asked if they wouldn't mind being slow about Y/N eagerly agreed.

“Finnneeee… We’re watching a horror movie though.” They stated, wiping at their own pants to make sure none of the dust from the floor was clinging to them.

“Why do you like those so much? Aren't you the horror movie?” Buffy asked, assisting Y/N by picking a piece of fuzz from their hair. Buffy didn’t mind horror movies for the most part, though they had both agreed to no apocalypse themed ones unless zombies were involved.

“Hey, I liked them before I was turned. I cant help that fate thought it would be funny to make me into this...though it is like, really funny because I do have a Dracula costume from when I was a kid.” They chuckled and grabbed Buffy’s hand lightly, moving it down from their hair and placing a small kiss to the back of it before letting go.

“Okay, but don’t think I’ll cling to you because I’m scared or anything.” Buffy narrowed her eyes up at Y/N who continued to smile down at her.

“Babe, that’s sweet you think I’m so brave, but I’m the one clinging to you when the jump scares start.” Y/N made their way to grab up their jacket, putting their arms through the denim material before letting Buffy wrap her arms around one of theirs. Buffy let out a small giggle as they started to make their way out of the training room and into the magic shop.

“Guess that’s true. I’ll be your knight and shining armor then.”

“And I’ll be the member of royalty that was abandoned to a cruel fate prior to your rescuing. I owe you my gratitude, but all I have to offer is this handkerchief token and some poorly baked pie.” Y/N had moved to open the door, letting Buffy sort of lead the way outside but the two of them still being tied together by her arms. When the door shut behind them, Y/N fished the key out of their back pocket and locked the door, smiling at the fact that they were trusted enough by Giles for such an important task.

“Is...that a reference of some kind?” Buffy tilted her head as she questioned the vampires words, watching their expression closely enough to realize they were just rambling nonsensical things once again.

“No, I just kind of wanna make pie later. I miss pie.”

“Ah, and I’m sure the pastry misses you.” One of Buffy’s hands moved to pat at the vampires head, earning another laugh from them before they continued on.

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy summers imagine #buffy x reader #btvs imagine #btvs buffy imagine #btvs buffy summers imagine #btvs buffy summers #reader insert #btvs reader insert #buffy the vampire slayer reader insert #btvs scenario #buffy the vampire slayer scenario #Buffy Summers

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plaidandwhiskey · 3 years

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Fandom List

created 14.01.2021

updated 14.01.2021

Below is a current list of the fandoms and the characters within each fandom that I will take reader insert requests for!

Supernatural ( currently watching season 10 )

For this fandom right now, I will write for the following characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Jo Harvelle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer ( currently watching season 6 )

For this fandom right now, I will write for the following characters: Buffy Summers, Willow Rosenburg, Xander Harris, Angel, Spike, and Faith Lehane

Cobra Kai ( completed the show & seen the 1st & 2nd Karate Kid film )

For this fandom right now, I will write for the following characters: Johnny Lawrence, 1984!Johnny Lawrence, Miguel Diaz, Robby Keene, Hawk, and 1984!Daniel LaRusso

The Lost Boys ( haven’t seen any of the sequels )

For this fandom right now, I will write for the following characters: Paul, Marko, David, and Dwayne, I am also open to trying out polynamorous reader insert requests for the four boys

- Elizabeth

#reader insert #spn #spn reader insert #fandom #cobra kai #cobra kai reader insert #the lost boys #the lost boys reader insert #btvs #btvs reader insert #reader insert requests

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 2 years

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9/50 Touches

listening to the other’s heartbeat

Spike x reader

Word Count: 281

He’d had trouble sleeping ever since he lost Buffy. Somehow, without her being out in the world, it was hard for Spike to rest, especially since he was a key part in helping keep Dawn safe these days. Then one morning he fell asleep on the couch with you during an all night movie marathon with the Scoobies at the Summers household. Upon waking several hours later well after human lunchtime, he felt more rested than he had in a long time.

So, like a scientist, he tested it a few more times over the coming week or so. Situations kept arising where he could fall asleep near you due to the way the whole gang wanted to stick closer together at all times, and as he found out, having you nearby helped him sleep. It probably helped that the pair of you had gotten much closer since Buffy’s death. Never in all his hundred plus years had he expected a Watcher’s assistant to wind up being one of his closest friends--perhaps more, his mind kept warning him when he looked at you and found himself struck by the beauty of your eyes at the most random times--but here he was.

Here he was indeed, lying in your bed with you, jacket discarded on the chair in the corner, listening to the calm sound of your heartbeat as you snoozed beside him. Maybe you felt the same? Why else would you request his presence during what was normally his active hours?

Sod it, he could figure out the details later, he decided. Right now, he was just going to sink into the relaxation brought about by having you next to him.

#spike x reader #spike imagines #reader insert #william the bloody x reader #william the bloody imagine #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy imagine #btvs imagine #50 touches

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tawneybel · 3 years

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Imagine letting the Sunnydale swim team bang you in exchange for teaching them to morph between their piscine and human forms.

All the gill monster sex everyone’s looking forward to is a little distracting, though. Especially to your actual boyfriend, Gage, who loves sharing you during “spawning frenzies.”

“Gage, your pie chart is looking a lot like solitaire. With naked- ______ on the cards?”

“What’s your point?”

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ang3lik · 1 year

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cud u give recommendations for male!reader? ❤

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

@chiptaylorsfirst (18+, search for male!reader in blog)

@denim-devil (18+)

@ficsforguys (18+)

@mossybank (18+)

@words-of-holly (18+)

AVATAR

@fabricated-misslieness

@hectateovrhere

@incculum (18+)

@prettybrownelf

@rolling-storm-writing (18+)

ANGEL/BTVS

@denim-devil (18+)

@moonslove7

@prose-for-hire

SCREAM

@bricksduhh (18+)

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@mlmmetalhead (18+)

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TEEN WOLF

@justonemoregayboy (18+)

@malereader-inserts

@soulofapatrick (18+)

@that-bi-bitch-writes (18+)

@themaladpativedaydreamer (18+)

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writing-in-lesbian · 3 years

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Yelena: what’s Y/N doing?

Wanda: vacationing in the land of no copying.

Yelena: O_o … by facing the wall?

Wanda: the destination has been changed a few times already.

Yelena: and why are you holding her hand?

Wanda: I’m the official welcome committee, tour guide and mayor of this land.

Yelena: o_O

Wanda: it’s been a rough year!!!

Y/N: you can check in anytime you want!

#incorrect quotes #incorrect avengers #funny texts #this is me trying #yelena belova #Wanda maximoff #reader insert #btvs #buffy the vampire slayer

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killian-spey · 3 years

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Death Would Be Kinder [Prologue]

Next Ch.

[Drusilla/Spike/Calendar!Reader]

Words: 1591

Fic Concept: Jenny Calendar’s sister spends some “quality time” with the Season 2 Vampire Squad.

TW/CW: violence

AN: Idea came from @prose-for-hire ‘s submission to the fic title game. It's a tad different from the original concept, but I just had so much fun with it! (Planned to be somewhere between 5-10 parts.)

It was Buffy’s 17th birthday today, but the mood seemed too heavy in the car for any giggling between the two of you. Truth be told, you both had a lot on your minds; not that you would have actually told her anything about your problems. You were staring out the window, picking absently at some dried paint on your arm; you never were able to master being tidy while you painted. Your older sister, Jenny, was driving the two of you to The Bronze, where the rest of the group was lying in wait to surprise her with a birthday bash. You made eye contact with her when she looked through the rear view at you, and you could tell she was just as worried as you were about recent developments.

Your Uncle had come into town recently and berated the two of you for letting Buffy and Angel get so close. Unfortunately for you and Jenny, if something didn't change quickly, Angel could lose his soul. All the work of your ancestors taken to curse him would be undone, and there would be no way to fix it. It's not that you wanted Angel to be unhappy, but the vengeance curse against Angel was not only important to your people, but possibly the thing that kept him from being a monster. If anything jeopardized that, it would crush Buffy and the gang. You didn't want to let anyone down.

Jenny pulled into the side street -having arrived at The Bronze- and you undid your seat belt. Before you could open your door, Buffy pulled your hand away from the handle.

“This looks funky, stop for a sec.”

You and Jenny both squinted, trying to see what she was even talking about. It took you both a moment, but sure enough there were two vamps clambering around on a truck in the shadows. Jenny tried to talk Buffy out of fighting them, but she left anyway. Something about destiny and all that. You were just impressed she could see that well in the dark.

Watching Buffy fight the vamps left you wincing, pitying the undead for having to go through such a beat down. You hung on the edge of your seat and leaned on the passenger seat in front of you. The two of you left in the vehicle hadn't had a chance to talk in private since Uncle had spilled the beans on the Angel problem.

“What are we going to do about the curse, Jenny?”

She made a face and shook her head, she didn't know what to do either. She knew more about the curse than you did -magic was never your strong suit- and if she didn't know, you both were stuck.

“If only there was a way to separate them.” You were spit-balling.

“Right, and how do you suggest we do that?”

She had a point, Buffy and Angel had been practically attached at the hip recently. You opened your mouth to speak, but paused as Buffy tossed the last vamp through a window into The Bronze. You and Jenny both made reactionary sounds that could only be summed up as “Yikes noises” and scrambled out of the car. Buffy hopped through the broken window and you both inspected the window. Jenny picked up a crate one of the vamps had been carrying and carried it inside.

After some pleasantries and some “Yeah, sorry! Vampires exist” talk with Oz, the group crowded around the mystery box. It was no secret that those vamps were Spike’s men, so whatever it was, it was definitely not good.

Your worry was confirmed when an arm shot out of the box, strangling Buffy before she and Angel managed to rip it away from her throat. According to Angel, it was the arm of The Judge. That meant Spike was building a one-man-apocalypse like some kind of demonic Lego figurine.

You glanced at Jenny, trying to communicate your plan silently as you addressed the group. “Someone has to take this thing as far away from here as possible- separate it from the other pieces.”

Jenny was quick, immediately understanding your idea.

“Angel, it has to be you. You're the only one who can protect this thing.”

It took a little convincing, but a plan was soon agreed on. You and Jenny shared a “Thank God” glance, secretly pleased that Angel and Buffy would be separated, at least temporarily. You could rest easy in the fact that Angelus wouldn't be loosed on the world in a freak accident of soul-losing proportions.

Or so you thought...

A couple hours later, you were back in the library doing research. Angel and Buffy had lost the box, and had everyone regroup to study up on The Judge.

To be entirely honest, you were doodling in your notes. Every text on The Judge said exactly the same thing, sometimes even verbatim. The Judge cannot be killed by any weapon forged by Man. It was exhausting!

Luckily for you, Buffy decided to break up the research with some good old fashioned recon, and Jenny suggested you go with them. Buffy was about to protest, but you cut her off.

“With the exception of you supernatural folks, I do have the best track record of holding my own. No offense, guys,” Xander seemed less than pleased with your not-so-subtle brag, but you continued anyway. “And, I’d be able to map parts of the facility super quick and easy. We’ll need that info if we plan on making a move.”

Reluctantly, Buffy and Angel agreed to take you with them and you snatched your notepad and pencil from the table, glad to be free from the texts and tomes… Even if it meant putting you in direct danger. You briefly wondered if maybe you shouldn't see a therapist about that someday, but shrugged it off as the three of you left the building.

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Upon reaching the factory, the three of you climbed the fire escape and ducked into a broken, old window over a set of rafters. You had already begun sketching the layout of the rooms as you took in the sights below. It looked like some kind of party, to be plain. Vamps were crawling all throughout the place, a crystal bowl of what looked like punch rested on a table covered with cups in the middle of the warehouse space, and tall lattice-backed chairs were loosely strewn around a banquet table. You and Buffy creeper ahead on the grate walkway above it all. Your eyes were locked on the party, but you could assume Angel was following behind; he was too quiet for you to hear.

Your eyes fell on Spike, he was in a wheelchair. He seemed to be enjoying himself despite his weakened state, talking to someone just out of your line of sight. Not a second later, you saw Drusilla dancing her way across the floor, swaying to her own beat and sweeping the red chiffon ribbons of her dress through the air. Buffy gasped softly, but you didn't see whatever she'd seen.

“That's him. The Judge,” Angel whispered from behind you both and pointed.

You saw him, just as he craned his ugly blue head up to spot the three of you gawking. Fuck.

You spun to face the window, finding two vamps in the way of your escape. Buffy and Angel had flanked you from both sides, but fighting this many vamps was completely futile. Before long, the three of you were dragged in front of Spike, Drusilla and The Judge. Spike rolled his chair forward to get a better look at Buffy.

“Well, Well- look what we have here! Crashers.”

“I'm sure our Invitations just got lost in the mail,”

You almost rolled your eyes at Buffy’s one-liner. How she managed wise-cracks at a time like this was beyond you. Ignoring the monologues, your eyes darted around in search for an escape method. Nothing came to mind, but when you turned back into the conversation, Drusilla’s eyes had locked with yours.

She was ever so slightly swaying to music you couldn't hear and your eyes followed her intently. She raised two fingers, pointed at each of your eyes and gestured to her own. She beckoned you. She was enchanting. Beautiful. She was- she broke contact as Buffy suddenly made a move and you took a second to follow suit, twisting out of a vamp’s hold and knocking him -and accidentally yourself- off balance. You were suddenly unsure of your footing, almost groggy as you fought.

Angel pulled a chain, crashing a pile of video monitors you hadn't noticed down from their perch onto The Judge. The three of you scattered. You ducked behind some crates and heard Drusilla call for the lackeys to chase. You spotted Angel and Buffy slipping into a sewer drain and psyched yourself up to book it twenty feet to get there to join them. You took one last look behind the crates -Drusilla locked eyes with you- and you booked it, not entertaining her gaze this time.

As you dropped down the sewer drain, you caught a glimpse of her, just staring at you. You scanned both directions of the sewer system, but found no trace of Buffy or Angel. In a split second you picked a direction and ran. You didn't stop running. Not for breath, not to look behind you, and certainly not to entertain the nagging memory of Drusilla’s eyes, staring into your soul as they'd done just minutes ago.