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prose-for-hire · 1 year

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Toil and Trouble:

(Second part Here)

Pairing: Spike x Harris!reader

Request: Not requested, promise I am writing my requests it just happens so slowly (sorry). I got a bit overwhelmed! So when I get a random burst of inspiration like this it helps get me back into writing what I’m supposed to be writing lol.

(As always reader is gender neutral unless stated otherwise.)

Desc: reader is Xander’s twin, they aren’t a scooby they have their own friends and Xander has always tried to hide the truth about demons from them. What will happen when reader discovers an unexpected house guest in Xander’s basement room?

Warning: mention of heavy drinking (Xander’s uncle) and dysfunctional families. Cigarette. Reader has hair long enough to be tucked behind an ear.

You and Xander had always been close. They called you and your twin double trouble, when you were younger. You had been partners in crime, if you will. You spent a lot of time together despite your different personalities. You shared the same sense of humour but after that, you were almost completely different. The arguments you had between you over what movie to watch could go down in the history books. But five minutes later you would be sharing popcorn together and cracking jokes about the movie you were watching.

However, ever since High school there was something of a rift between you. You no longer told each other everything. He started it, in your defence.

Xander was evasive and him and his friends were incredibly secretive, especially around you. You liked Buffy and Willow fine enough but you were always only an acquaintance of theirs. You had your own group of friends in high school and again in college. What you didn’t know about Xander’s increasingly comedic and unconvincing excuses and explanations was that he was trying to hide from you the dangers of Sunnydale. The demons and apocalypses and life or death situations.

He felt he was protecting you, despite Willow’s pragmatic arguments in your favour all the Scoobies agreed to keep it from you.

Where Xander had moved into the basement, you had moved on campus for college. You had promised to come home and stay for your uncles birthday weekend, however, and annoyingly Xander had the excuse of work to miss the predictably dysfunctional meal that was being held in his honour. He had passed you on the way out in his pizza uniform, grabbing you in a side hug before he left with an apologetic glance.

As predicted, it was torture. You had sat there whilst your uncle drank his way through the meal and had seemingly made it into a game of ‘how many comments can I make before they snap’. It reminded you just how glad you were to have got out of the house. The only real reason you came back was to see Xander and he had dashed out of the door.

Once the meal was over and everyone had stopped talking after the inevitable argument that had been brewing since you had stepped through the door, you slid away to try and collect yourself. Rather than going to what had been your room, which had quickly been changed when you had left, you walked down into Xander’s basement.

It was dark, you hadn’t switched the light on. You were going to sit in the chair he had down there and wait for him to rant to him about your uncle. As you felt around for the chair, you managed to touch something unfamiliar, you and the chair let out a yelp at the same time.

You scrambled for the light and saw a man sat in the chair, no, not sat in it. Tied to it. Tightly, too. He was cute, just your type too. You couldn’t help staring at him, something he caught as he smirked in your direction.

“Like what you see?” He raised his eyebrows, eyes not leaving yours. When you grinned at his words, he swore he felt his heart soar in his chest. A feeling he quickly tried to beat back down again. He wouldn’t do this again, fall for someone like this. Not so quickly, so easily.

“I’ve seen better, I suppose” You beamed when he chuckled, moving to sit on the edge of Xander’s bed.

“Hidin’ are you? Gotta say, your family aren’t exactly winners, pet”

“And there was me thinking I had won the ‘rental lottery” You offered before explaining, “I was only really here for Xander and he didn’t even stay for dinner. Just needed somewhere to…”

“Relax?” Something in his voice told you that he understood. Or at least

“Yeah, I’m not gonna even ask why you’re here tied to a chair” You smiled, you had been the kindest human he had met since getting chipped. In fact, probably of all time. He didn’t really want to tell you what he was and make you leave him here in the dark. He was enjoying the company.

For the first time in a while, he was feeling like himself again. Or at least some version of himself. One he actually liked. He decided to explain to you how he had got here, perhaps a slightly edited version. Well, a heavily edited version. One that would also make him into the hero, of course.

He spoke like a poet, you were hanging on every word. Every syllable. The story was clearly edited, but you really didn’t care. You felt it in the emotion, in the feeling of what he was saying. That couldn’t be made up.

As he spoke, the night had gone darker and the streetlights had turned on. You smiled softly, both of you were feeling a little lost in your own ways. You felt connected to him, even after only a few hours of knowing him.

“You know, in the light from that streetlamp, you glow” He let the words hang in the air, trying to gauge your reaction. In that moment, you knew he had sensed it too. Some spark. Some potential.

“I need a drink. You wanna go to the Bronze?”

“Kinda tied up at the moment, love” He moved his palms to prove it, showing a flash of black nail varnish.

You leaned in and untied him, your face so close to his. The proximity made the atmosphere around you both intense, your breath tickled his cheek and he closed his eyes slowly.

Once the ropes were loose, he jumped to his feet instantly, gripping your elbow as if to steady himself. Tiny surges of electricity fizzled through you at the contact. Though he didn’t need it for balance, he just wanted an excuse to stand close to you. His hand moved towards you, eyes never breaking from yours, catching a loose strand of your hair and tucking it behind your ear.

He looked as if he was going to lean into you, closing the space. You swallowed thickly, his brilliantly blue eyes dipping to your lips just as-

The door of the basement slammed open, hitting the wall beside it. Heavy footsteps could be heard descending the stairs towards you. Spike stepped backwards and you already felt cold from the absence of his presence.

You turned to find your brother, mouth agape as he stared between the two of you.

“Wh- why is Spike-?!” words escaped your brother in his shock.

“His circulation was getting cut off, stop panicking”

“I’m not panicking. I’m not. I’m not. Stop looking at me like I’m panicking!”

“Kinda looks like panicking, mate” Spike said, rolling his eyes and sliding on his leather duster.

“Me and your friend hit it off, I asked him out” You explained, tugging on your own jacket.

“Goin’ for a bite aren’t we, love?” Spike’s eyes sparkled as Xander caught his intended meaning.

“Tell them not to wait up. Or better yet, don’t tell them anything-” You gestured upwards as you started to leave when Xander, clearly in an argument with himself on whether to tell you something he had kept secret for a long time, decided he needed to say something.

“He’s my hostage!”

“I’ll bring him back, God, Xander you are so annoying”

“Don’t I get a bloody say?”

“No!” You said together, which almost put Spike off you entirely until you smiled at him again and then he was wrapped around your little finger.

He had never met anyone like you. You were strong, clearly, but so in touch with your emotions. All throughout the conversation you had for the hours before Xander walked in had felt more of a connection than anything he had said in decades to any other.

“Y/n, he’s dangerous! You can’t take him! This is my foot, and it’s going down!” Xander pointed to his foot and you gave it a light kick as you replied.

“What is it with you? It’s always, it’s my turn with the hostage, you’re a minute younger you can sit in the sandpit and wait!”

“BOTH OF YOU, SHUT THE HELL UP! NOW!” A call came from upstairs, masking Xander’s yelp at your kick and sent you both into a whisper argument that even Spike could barely hear.

“Ought to get goin’ pet, we could go for a nice, secluded walk after” Spike’s smirk widened as you nodded and started for the door. Xander’s panic had reached it’s peak, he was flailing his arms around in urgency.

“Y/n, there are things- complex things that you don’t know about. Spike is… Spike’s a…”

“Vampire? Yeah, Xander, I know. He’s whiter than snow, I’m not an idiot” You rolled your eyes at your brother, how dumb did he think you were?

Obviously Spike was a vampire or this hostage thing would be entirely too weird for you to get involved in. Plus, Spike had explained that he had been chipped by the Initiative and you had told him that you were definitely not (and never would be) part of your brothers lame little Scooby gang.

You knew all about demons and vampires and the like. You and your friends had been fending them off since high school, just perhaps not as well as your brother and the slayer. And what’s more, you knew all about the slayer too. You had accidentally walked into the library one afternoon when your librarian and Buffy had been fighting something spooky.

You had hidden so they hadn’t seen you but you overheard them say something about the chosen one, the slayer and then you had done some research of your own. You waited for Xander to tell you himself but it had been too long now and you had just never confronted him about it.

“How long have you known?”

“About as long as you’ve been keeping it from me”

Spike, who had weirdly known better than to get involved again, just stared between them. He was bored, he just wanted to spend more time with you. Who knew being chipped would have led to something like this? Finding someone that he lo-

Really liked. You just really like them, you nit.

“We’ll talk, Xander. Just, tomorrow, okay? I’m going out”

Spike grinned evilly over his shoulder at Xander as he slung an arm over your shoulder, whispering lowly in your ear as you walked away. You and your brother would have to talk, maybe shout at each other for a while. But it could all wait.

Spike lit up a cigarette and offered you took a drag as you walked by his side. The night was young and full of promise. Spike spoke almost non-stop on your way there, something he hadn’t found himself doing in an age. He tried to impress you with stories of past fights he had won, historical events he had witnessed. He just wanted to see you smile.

Yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

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iwritefandomimagines · 11 months

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rewatching buffy (shock horror i’m already rewatching something else and adding to the never ending list of things i want to write for) and am feral as fuck for spike again right now.

there’s nowhere near enough buffy fic content on this app … do i need to take matters into my own hands hm

#buffy fanfic #btvs #spike x reader #spike btvs #angel btvs #buffy summers #xander harris x reader #angel x reader

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lokidokieokie · 11 months

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Guardian of the Night

Summary: It hadn't been long since you lost sister your sister to the vampires; but you couldn't help yourself from still frequenting the cemetery. One night, things get a little bit out of hand...

Pairing: Xander Harris x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Y/n is attacked by a vampire, staking, vampires, mentions of death (sibling), typical canon-like violence, fighting, lemme know if I forgot anything...

The moon shone brightly, casting an ethereal glow over the cemetery as you cautiously made your way through the maze of tombstones. Your heart raced in your chest, every rustle of leaves making you jump. You knew it was foolish to venture into this dangerous place alone, but you had to find closure. It had been a year since your sister had fallen victim to a vampire attack, and the pain still gnawed at your soul.

As you neared your sister's grave, a sudden chill ran down your spine, and you felt a pair of eyes boring into your back. Instinctively, you spun around, and there, lurking in the shadows, was a vampire—a predator in the night.

Panic gripped you as the vampire lunged toward you, its fangs bared. You stumbled backward, your heart pounding in your ears, convinced that this was the end. But just as you closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, you heard a triumphant yell.

"Hey, bloodsucker! Leave her alone!"

A figure leaped from the darkness, tackling the vampire to the ground. It was Xander, one of your closest friends. He fought with a determination you had never seen before, his fists connecting with the vampire's face as he fought to keep it at bay.

Dazed and disoriented, you watched in awe as Xander's courage unfolded before you. He was always the funny guy, the comic relief in your group of friends, but now he showed a side of himself you had never witnessed. He fought for you, protecting you with every ounce of strength he possessed.

Finally, Xander managed to overpower the vampire, driving a wooden stake through its heart. The vampire turned to dust, disappearing into the wind. Xander turned to you, panting heavily but sporting a victorious grin.

"Hey, Y/n. Need a hand?" he asked, extending his hand to help you up.

You nodded, accepting his offer, and he pulled you to your feet. Your legs felt weak, your body still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Xander wrapped his arms around you, providing a much-needed sense of comfort and safety.

"You scared me half to death," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I... I didn't think I would make it," you managed to whisper, tears brimming in your eyes.

Xander gently wiped away a stray tear from your cheek, his touch soothing. "You're safe now, Y/n. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

His words resonated deep within your soul, filling you with warmth. In that moment, you realised just how much Xander cared for you, how far he would go to protect you from the darkness that haunted your world.

Leaning against Xander's chest, you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable, to let the emotions flood out. He held you tighter, offering a silent support that you desperately needed. His presence was a beacon of light, guiding you through the darkest of times.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you couldn't help but feel a deep connection with Xander—a connection that went beyond friendship. The intensity of the moment seemed to ignite a spark between you, an unspoken understanding that there was something more.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Xander," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He pulled away slightly, his gaze locking with yours. His eyes held a mixture of tenderness and determination. "You'll never have to find out, Y/n. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

You could feel your heart swell with affection for him, realising that you had found your guardian in the night. Xander had always been by your side, but now, in this moment of vulnerability, you knew that he was the one who would stand between you and the darkness.

Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to Xander's lips, conveying the depth of your gratitude and the blossoming feelings you had discovered. It was a silent promise—a promise to face the challenges of this world together, to find solace in each other's arms.

And as you stood there, locked in an embrace, you knew that with Xander by your side, you would never have to face the night alone again.

A/N sweet little baby Xander...

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noceurstars · 5 months

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Rupert Giles

“Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.”

Spike / William

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Xander Harris

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• header and dividers credit goes to @/saradika

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thissharktypes · 8 months

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Spike (btvs) x reader

Sensitive crybaby reader x bitchy Spike lol GN reader College age Scoobies and reader

You swing your legs back and forth on the kitchen counter, nibbling on a peanut butter drenched apple slice while you watch Buffy, Giles and Xander bicker back and forth about the best way to dispatch of yet another group of vamps. The door swings open and Spike stalks in, boots thudding loudly enough to pause the chatter before they resume bickering. You hop down and trot over to Spike with a big grin on your face and a handful of apple slices. “Hi Spike! How are you tonight?” you chirp up at him, your smile faltering only slightly when he scowls at you, rolling his eyes and dropping himself down on the couch. You follow suit, sitting on the edge to give him space, you hold out you hand “Do you want an apple slice?” his mouth curls down in disgust “Can’t you leave me alone? Everytime you’re around it’s talk talk talk,” he makes a talking motion with his hand “Starting to think you’re just drenching your panties every time you see me at this point.” you retract your hand and stand up “Sorry Spike! I’ll leave you alone.” Your voice still bubbly despite the tears clouding your eyes.

Blinking rapidly you duck your head and quickly maneuver into the kitchen, busying yourself with making dinner for the group. Focusing on cutting veggies and stirring pots, picking out spices here and there, all these little things help you brush off another one of Spike’s outbursts “Hey, you okay?” Willow touches your shoulder gently and you nod “It’s fine, really! I know he’s just cranky today.” she sighs “Y/N he’s always like that, why do you keep trying to be nice to him?” you shrug, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting “I guess,” you hesitate “I guess I feel a sort of connection to him?” you squint at Willow “Before I met you guys I had nobody, I was just the weird kid.” You laugh softly “I know that deep loneliness, Nobody deserves that.” you whisper. Willow lets out a soft ‘awwwe’ and throws her arms around you. Out of everyone she had always been your closest friend, stumbling across her in the college library and immediately hitting it off by bonding over your similar fandom shirts you had both worn that day.

After a plan had been agreed on you set out bowls and plates, Willow trailing behind with silverware and cups. A big pot of pastina, fresh bread and a wonderful salad decorated your table. Cooking was something you took pride in, always so happy to share with your loved ones. But your eyes flickered towards Spike who had taken a seat near the end of the table, a spoon tightly grasped in his hand. You know in your heart that Spike could be kind, but the fear of him insulting the only thing you felt like you could offer to the group was rattling around in your skull.

Despite your hesitation you give him the benefit of the doubt and settle yourself in a chair too, letting everyone grab what they want before you serve yourself. Praises and compliments of how good it smells and how pretty everything is make you beam with pride “Okay okay enough talking, everyone eat!” you flap your hands dramatically. Everyone seems pleased with the food and casual conversations spark up before a groan followed by the loud clattering of a spoon and a chair being pushed back “I know the little one doesn’t have any useful skills for your merry little crew, but the food isn’t that good.” he turns on his heel and leaves, the door slamming shut behind him. All eyes are on you while you desperately try and keep a smile on your face while choking back tears, a hand slides into yours, you already know its Willow “It’s really good Y/N, you always cook for us when we’re sick or sad and it always makes us better, we wouldn’t keep coming over for meals if we didn’t like it.” Xander nods in agreement “You know me, I can’t lie about food.” he says through a mouthful of pasta and bread. You let out a watery laugh “Thanks you guys, It’s okay, I’ll keep trying. One day I’ll make him like me!” you wipe your eyes, ignoring the frustrated looks the group passes each other, all of them knowing you had spent every moment you could fighting to make Spike happy despite how much they all hated him.

Weeks pass, cookies laughed at, little clay sculptures insulted, clothing picked at, hair messed up, you took it all. Every last insult, every angry look, you tried so hard with your gifts, never giving up, until he took it too far.

Buffy had been gushing about some guy she met on campus, you and Willow sipping tea while the rest of the gang sat around the tv nearby “Ugh, I can’t even explain it!” she squealed happily “It’s like he’s perfect, and absolutely no vampy, demon-y, creepiness at all!” you and Willow give fake applause before you three melt into a pile of giggles “That just leaves you Y/N,” the red head wiggles her eyebrows “Everyone here has someone except you,” her nose scrunches “And crabby pants.” you swat her arm gently, laughing “I have a better chance at getting someone than that poor sod,” Spike shouts at the group “Nobody would pick such a boring creature like Y/N.” he snickers.

Your head swims, you have no idea why that hurt so much worse than anything he had said before. You stare at the table, trying to will away the sob that was bubbling up. Slowly standing, you push yourself away from the table, tears streaming down your cheeks. His grin drops as soon as he sees your face, but you’re gone, the front door flung wide open, silence falling over the room while your retreating figure gets farther and farther away. Willows fists clench, she had bit her tongue for the sake of you, but screw it “You fucking asswipe!” she chucks a plate at Spikes head, eyes wide, he ducks, just barely missing it “Every time Y/N does something nice you stomp on it! Do you know how hard they worked on every little gift for you?” her feet guide her in front of the now cowering blond man “And every single time you. made. them. Cry.” she jams a finger in his chest each time to punctuate her words “But they never give up, no matter how many times we all warn them about you they still pour their heart and soul into caring about you because they believed you deserved love and affection.” Willow snarls the last bit out, her rant more rage filled than any of her friends even thought she could muster.

Willows chest heaves, suddenly out of breath. She steps back, about to follow her friend outside before a hand stops her “I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.” Spikes face is hard as he leaves, unsure of how to handle the new information.

Over an hour of searching with no sign of you, he kicks a nearby tree, bark and wood splintering into the air “Bloody ponce!” he rakes his hands through his hair, aggravated “Such a bloody idiot!” Spike paces back and forth, a slew of self hatred spewing from his mouth. A twig snaps but he doesn’t even notice “Spike?” you sniffle, eyes puffy and red “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” he whips around to face you, drinking in your pouty, quivering lips, how you’re hugging your elbows and shivering, the mud staining your pants. All this and your first thought is to comfort him? He has you pulled into his arms, face buried in your hair, gripping you against him, before you can even repeat your question. A muffled ‘Oh!’ as your face is smothered in his chest. You both stand like that for who knows how long, Spike’s fingers carefully running through your hair, pausing to unravel tangles or pull out little bits of twigs or leaves. You squirm, your legs hurting from holding you up for so long after running. He shifts and suddenly you’re both on the ground, you on his lap, now swaddled tightly in his jacket. Spike presses kisses all over your face before guiding you to nuzzle into his neck, he’s rambling and you’re barely able to catch each word “I’m so sorry love, I truly am, I shouldn’t have been such a wanker to you.” he tucks his jacket under your chin “I was…” he swallows “Scared, I ‘spose. You were just so sweet, absolutely dotting on me pet, I’m not used to it.” your hand curls into a fist, gripping his shirt “I’ve been right smitten with you since you tried to give me that dinosaur band-aid,” you smile against his skin, remembering that day “You had said somethin’ about you having ‘Ello Kitty ones too but you didn’t want me to be embarrassed.” he pulls you even closer “I kept everything, ate all your little treats too, took everything in me to not beg you to cook for me.” you pull back and look up at him with such a soft look on your face his breath catches in his throat “Really?” your voice is so quiet he almost didn’t hear you, but he nods, his now messy hair falling across his forehead “Pet… You scared me when you ran off, Willow put the fear of capital G-O-D into me, threw a plate at me and everything,” he chuckles “Your friends love you, so vocal about how much they care, made me a bit jealous I think.” he nods “I could write a thousand sonnets about your kindness and it would never be enough to even begin to explain how much I cherish you.” your lips are pressed to his the second he finishes. Wrapped in each others arms, soft kisses, sweet nothings whispered in your ears, everything you could have hoped for and more.

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sunnydaleherald · 5 days

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, April 21

SPIKE: Hey! Hey, let's be reasonable about this. (Riley slams him up against a pillar.) RILEY: You may have noticed, Spike... (he punches Spike in the face) RILEY: I left reasonable about three exits back.

~~Into the Woods~~

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Pillow Talk by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Five times Angel made chocolates for Buffy and the one time she made some for him by Liana_Medea (Buffy/Angel, G)

For Emergencies by Bobbie23 (Giles/Jenny, G)

By a whisker by squiddz (Spike & original cat character, Buffy/Spike, T)

Brick by Boring Brick by Wretched_Little_Words (Buffy & Kendra, G)

Это уже не смешно by B_E_S (Buffy/Angel, G, in Russian)

Riley's Special Spike (the plastic one, you ninny) by InvariablyStupidIdeas (Spike/Riley, M)

On a subway? by scooby-group-texts (Spike, Dawn, not rated - mentions of canon violence)

Something Red by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Pillow Talk by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, anthology rated PG-13)

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Going Astral - Chapter 1 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, M)

Across Ages, Ch. 27 by Isabeau (Buffy/Spike, R)

Ties to the World, Ch. 33 by The Danish Bird (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Love Bites, Ch. 4 by cawthraven (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Truth and Consequences, Ch. 14 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

In Any Life, Ch. 12 by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Hand in Flightless Hand, Ch. 4 by tragic (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Afterburn: In The Dark, Ch. 3 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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A Ripple In Time, Ch. 1 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

To All We Guard, Ch. 12 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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hunter-sylvester · 1 year

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1, 8, 16, 17 & 22? For the choose violence ask game ✨

-cracks knuckles- let's go

(I got so fucking rambly I put in a cut so this doesn't clog everybody's dash lmao)

01. The character everyone gets wrong

It depends. My first thought was Hunter Sylvester. But I do see a lot of takes I agree with. I definitely wouldn't say everyone gets him wrong. I guess it's closer to maybe being about 50/50? But he's the character I've seen people get the most wrong I think. To the point where I wonder what fucking movie they watched cause it's not Metal Lords 2022 I know that much. The "he wouldn't say that" is strong.

The other answer would be Riley Finn (btvs) I guess. Because he is WIDELY hated by the fandom and there are just some scenes that I find really endearing. He has shitty moments, sure. He does. I'm not blind to those, nor do I excuse them. (Ultimatums are never ok!) But it feels like most of the fandom hates EVERYTHING about him and there is just an endearing quality to him for me. It's weird because my favorite Buffy character is Spike and it's not like Riley even makes it into my top 10. I don't love him as a character but I just...kinda like him?? Which is already in pretty stark contrast to most of the fandom I feel lol There is just something quite sweet about that goody two shoes soldier boy who's stressing out because everything he's ever been told is true and correct is crumbling around him. It's particularly the scene where he's helping Xander move that really does it for me I think. (I know you've been watching through Buffy for the first time and I don't think you've gotten to it yet so I'm trying not to be too spoilery) But yeah, I don't even have that strong of a defense of him at all. Again, I just…kinda like him. (disclaimer it's been a WHILE since my last watch-through, do not come for me)

08. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Eddie being a top/Dom. I have literally nothing to back that opinion up other than I prefer Bottom!Eddie + Top!Steve. I know I'm kinda the one that's wrong on this one but...I like what I like. And I shall be delusional about it lol

This one's not super common but tiny fandom so eh I don't see where people remotely get the idea that Hunter is into Clay. Nor vice versa to be honest. I don't think they're particularly on each other's radar one way or another. At most I feel like Clay would be like "he's kind of a dick...hope he's okay tho" (like after the party particularly) And I feel like Hunter forgets Clay exists when he's not actively standing in front of him.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I must preface this by saying I have NO ISSUE what so ever with polyamory. It's all good, there should be more rep and the societal bullshit stigma needs to go. That being said... I just don't like poly skullflower, personally. It's not for me. I don't see it. I don't get it.

Also x reader anything I just can't and I don't get why people like it but to each their own.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Basically any fanart of Metal Lords, preferably Hunter (obviously). But I'll take pretty much anything T-T I would love to have more Metal Lords fics to read too but I'm extremely picky about Hunter's characterization so I don't even know what to say I want more of, we'd be here all day lol

22. Your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I guess I truly don't think I've seen anybody else acknowledge that Kevin is a Fallout fan. Not necessarily my "favorite part of canon" or anything but I genuinely don't think I've seen anybody talk about it. And I do like it, I think it's really fun. (I was going to say Hunter's anxiety initially but I don't know if that is technically canon?? Or if the jacket thing (just the idea of it being one jacket not the whole scenario lol) can be counted as canon. Or even if Hunter being in love with Kevin can be considered canon. It's how Adrian played Hunter but it wasn't in the script. I would consider that canon but it's not widely ignored so...Fallout.)

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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Worth the World

Spike x Reader

Words: 2459

Summary: On a particularly bad day, the reader can barely bring herself to get out of bed. Spike does his best to comfort his girlfriend without being overbearing.

Notes: This is inspired by one of my favorite fics ever by @suckmysupernatural. I got this idea when having a depressive episode myself, so I hope you guys enjoy a little comfort fic with one of my favorite vamps. Plus, I’ve never written for Spike before and since I’m getting back into Buffy, I thought this would be the perfect time. (Also, this is entirely based on my own experience, so it might not be everyone’s experience with this kind of thing {but please be nice, I just used a few of the things I felt so it’s all based on my own emotions and insecurities!}) Enjoy!

Warnings: Depression, self-loathing, anxiety (This imagine was really just a way for me to put down my emotions and write something comforting, but I hope you all like it too)

You didn’t want to move. You weren’t really sure if you could. Your limbs just felt… heavy. Forcing your legs to move, you slowly swung them over the side of the bed, using all the strength you could muster to sit up straight.

It wasn’t that something terrible had happened. In fact, the day before had gone pretty well. You’d spent most of it watching movies with Willow and Buffy and, when the sunset, you went on a long evening walk with your boyfriend. There were no deadly forces plotting world domination, no vengeful vamps after you or your friends. Hell, your favorite restaurant was open and you brought home leftovers for breakfast.

Now, the idea of eating made your stomach turn. You managed to shuffle your way to the kitchen of your apartment, but just stood in front of the counter, leaning on the marble top for support. Just standing there felt like it took every ounce of energy you had. It was almost painful, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You did your best to keep them from falling. You had places to be today, meeting up with the gang and you didn’t want to worry them with your moping.

With slow steps, you made your way back to your room to get dressed. Of course, most of your clothes were dirty and you didn’t care enough to wash them. So you threw a sweatshirt over your pajama top and put on some shoes, hoping no one would ask about it. You caught your reflection and felt that dark, empty feeling in your chest grow. Pathetic. Your shoulders sagged forward and you blinked away more tears as you watched them well in your eyes. You didn’t have the right to feel like this. How much had Buffy been through and she still greeted every day with a smile. Everything was perfect and yet you were pathetic enough to still want to crawl back into bed. You just hoped that you would feel better by the time you saw everyone. Especially Spike.

You sat with your legs pulled up to your chest. Xander and Willow were debating whether or not using wooden bullets would be a good vamp killer. Buffy was listening in amusement and Giles just looked exasperated, distracting himself by putting books back in their proper place on the shelves. No one said anything about your pajamas. You actually felt kind of invisible, like no one even really knew you were there. It made the empty feeling that much worse.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Xander, don’t you think that’s a little insensitive?”

“What? It’s not like we’re planning on dusting her boyfriend. Even if he is annoying and evil and-”

“Xander.” Willow said sternly. When you looked up, everyone’s eyes were on you.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really paying attention.” Your voice held little to no emotion. You were almost too exhausted to feel anything. You just felt hollow.

“If I shot Spike with a wooden bullet do you think he would, you know,” Xander made a motion with his hands that was meant to simulate a vampire dying. “Just theoretically, of course.”

Everyone was expecting a witty remark. You and Xander were close and teased each other often, especially about your relationship with Spike. Instead, you just shrugged, your eyes fixating on a spot on the table.

“Maybe.”

The group collectively exchanged a look of concern, but didn’t press anything. After all, what reason could there be for you to be upset? They knew that if something had happened with Spike, you would tell them and there weren’t any recent deaths to worry about, so they continued on with their playful conversations about breaking curses and some movie that they had watched recently. It felt like you were intruding- like an unwanted bystander that everyone wished would just disappear. While no one had said anything like that, the thoughts filled your head nonetheless.

This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but you’d never told them. An episode like this hadn’t happened in months so you had hoped they had stopped. Some days you were as happy as you ever had been, but others you felt like a burden. Worthless and pathetic- pitying yourself for no reason at all.

Spike didn’t even know, even after almost a year of dating. You never dreamed of telling him. Spike was always saying that you were the strong one. You were the one that helped him through every day of his endless living. He got his soul for you. What would he say if he saw you like this? If he knew the doubts and loathing going through your head. He would know that you’re weak and vulnerable and you didn’t want that to happen.

So you didn’t tell them. You kept all of your thoughts inside of you as they ate away at your mind. On the outside, you just looked tired. Everyone knew that you stayed awake into the late hours because of Spike, so you hoped that’s what they would think. You were tired, but it wasn’t from lack of sleep. It was like your body just wanted to give up. Maybe if you could just wake yourself up, everything would go back to normal.

Buffy and Willow went out for coffee, so you went with them, hoping the caffeine would be enough to shake you out of this. Instead, it just made you more jumpy and anxious. The cup shook in your hand, but you kept drinking, still hoping that it would give you enough energy to fake it. This, like your out-of-it demeanor, did not go unnoticed.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Buffy asked, suddenly stopping her conversation with Willow about shoes. At first, you didn’t realize she was talking to you. You were so focused on the thoughts swarming around in your head, you hadn’t noticed they were both looking at you with concern.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you’ve been spacing out all morning. What’s going on?”

“I guess I’m just tired.” You shrugged, grimacing from the effort the small movement took.

“Are you sure? Did Spike do something stupid, because you know I’ll-”

“Really, Buffy, I’m okay. I think I just need to go home and rest for a while.” You finished the rest of the coffee, feeling your heart beat faster as the anxiety built up in your chest. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?”

“Okay.” Buffy gave you a skeptical glance and Willow smiled sincerely.

“Feel better, Y/N.”

“I’ll see you guys later.” You faked the best smile you could before turning away from them.

“Is she going to be okay?” Willow wondered, watching the way you nervously messed with the hem of your shirt as you walked. Buffy narrowed her eyes and grabbed her bag.

“I don’t know, but if she won’t talk to us about it, there’s one person she will.”

“Oh do we have to go there? You know that place gives me the creeps.” Willow whined. Buffy just gave her a look and the two trekked off in search of your sun-hating boyfriend.

You stood in the middle of your living room as the tears slowly started to pour down your cheeks. The coffee must have given you enough energy to cry and now you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t move, you just stood, frozen by the overwhelming emptiness inside you. Pathetic. Useless. Worthless. Everything was swirling around your head, breaking you down further until you had to lean against the window sill to stay standing.

You could faintly hear something outside your door, but you made no motion to open it. It sounded far away, or maybe you were just blocking it out. All you could hear was your heart pounding, along with the hundreds of doubts rattling in your head. It was until the door burst open that you flinched.

“First, the slayer comes banging on my crypt, telling me that something’s wrong and then you leave me to break down your door- if I could die, you would have scared me to death. Why didn’t you open the door?” Spike huffed in frustration. You didn’t turn around. Frankly, you hardly noticed he was there. His irritation quickly faded, replaced by worry. “Y/N, love, what is it?”

You still didn’t respond, keeping your back turned with your hands clinging to the window sill to keep from falling. Spike approached you slowly and you thought you heard his footsteps, but part of you thought you were just imagining him. Why would he come for you? It was the middle of the day and the sun was high in the sky. A rush of guilt washed over you. He came here despite the danger of being burned and you didn’t even have a reason. You’d put him at risk for your own pitiful problems.

“Darling, why won’t you look at me?” He took another step towards you, but stopped. The sun’s rays created a shield around you, preventing him from pulling you into his arms. “If you could just lower the blinds, that would make this far less awkward.”

“You d-didn’t need to come here. T-the sun.” You stammered. You wanted to reach for the curtains, but you still couldn’t move your arms without your legs giving out.

“A little sunlight isn’t going to stop from me from getting to you,” he said sincerely. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him rush to the window, the sound of his skin sizzling in the light made you let go of the ledge. Your legs buckled just as he got the curtains closed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You had hurt him. All you had to do was reach up and shut out the sunlight and you couldn’t even do that. He burned himself just to reach you.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you. It’s alright.” He held you up for a moment before sinking to the floor to hold you in his lap. “I’ve got you love, I’ve got you.”

“Y-you shouldn’t be here, Spike. I’m not-” You hid your face from his view so he would see the tears. “I’m not worth all of this. There’s something wrong with me. One minute I’m fine and the next I’m like this and I don’t even know why. I don’t have a reason to feel like this. It’s like I’m… broken or something.”

“You aren’t broken.” Spike said softly, tucking your head under his chin and gently rocking you back and forth. “You’re human.”

He held you like that for a long while, not saying anything or even moving off of the floor. He didn’t make you look at him until he was sure you had relaxed enough. Putting a finger under your chin, he gently lifted your face to meet his.

“I’m sorry about all this.” You sniffed, using your sleeve to wipe some of the dampness off your cheeks.

“I don’t want to hear those worse from you for the rest of the day.” Spike gave you a small smile and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I would trek across deserts wrapped in a blanket if it meant being here with you. Every second is worth it.” Now, he lowered his lips down to yours for a slow, sweet kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were shining with the soul of a man in love. “To me, love, you’re worth the world.”

You stared into his eyes and knew that he meant every single word. While it didn’t chase away your doubts or the empty feeling in your chest, it helped you see that this feeling would end. And for now, that was enough.

“I love you.” You whispered, pulling him closer. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, darling.” He hooked his arm under your knees and stood, holding you against his chest. “Now, why don’t I get you something to eat and we can spend the day in bed?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“Spike.” You laughed lightly.

“There,” He beamed, “I knew I could get a smile.”

He carried you into your room and placed you on your usual side of the bed, laying your fluffiest blanket over top of you. Then he vanished into your kitchen, the sound of your cupboards opening and shutting reminding you that he had no idea where anything was. It almost made you smile. He came back in with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a class of milk, and a thin leather bound journal.

“What’s that?” You wondered as he climbed into the bed beside you. He handed you the cereal and milk and put his arm around you, pulling you close.

“Eat your cereal.” He ordered teasingly, opening up to the first page. You tried to look over his shoulder, but he pulled the book away, laughing. “Do you want me to read or not?”

“What is it?” Your curiosity made your tone amused and playful. You were starting to sound like you again.

“Well, ever since I got this pesky soul back, I’ve had an unbearable amount of feelings running about in my head, so I figured I could at least put them to good use.”

“Spike, are they…?” You perked up with excitement. He smiled sheepishly.

“Poems.” He looked down at seemingly endless pages of his writings and back at you. “They’re mostly about you, of course. I thought, maybe, you’d like to hear them. See if they’d make you feel a little better.” You were almost too awestruck to nod.

“I’d really like that.”

With your cereal in hand, you curled up beside him, laying your head back against his shoulder. He read softly and slowly, his gentleness with his words almost lulling you to sleep. The poems were beautiful, forcing you to stay awake if only to hear one more word. Spike felt you relaxed against him as he read and paused his reading to kiss your forehead, then your cheek, and lastly your lips.

You felt the emptiness for a few more days, but each day, he was by your side, making sure you ate and gave yourself time to breathe. By the time you started to feel normal again, he’d read most of his poems and continued to write more and you were able to go for your evening walks without feeling exhausted. Your friends were more than supportive and helped you through it all while still giving you the space you needed.

It wasn’t the last time an episode like this happened, but now you always knew that, no matter what, you’d never be alone.

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elowynlavellan · 3 years

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Let Me Be Nearer

Pairing: Xander Harris/Fem!Reader

Word count: 3642

Requested by @sister-morticia - The gang are attacked by vampires after school and Xander comforts reader after her first fight. Xander fluff! He's such a cutie, I hope I portrayed that well in this little one-shot :)

You were with the gang at the library after school, a usual hang out spot for the group of you. It meant keeping up with your studies and the supernatural going-ons of Sunnydale. It had been an eventful month since the school term started: Frankenstein re-enactments, an Egyptian mummy on a student exchange, a frat-boy cult worshipping some kind of reptile man, and hexed Halloween costumes. So, to spend a night with your friends was a nice change, to be almost like “normal” Sunnydale High students with upcoming tests and grudges with their teachers.

“Xan,” you said, eyeing the dark-haired boy who’d paid no attention to any of the homework he had to get done all afternoon, “will you please share?” you hinted at the bag of salty goodness in his hands.

Xander’s eyes flickered to yours, he was on the opposite side of the long table. He shoved the bag towards you, sliding it across the smooth surface, and said, “Take it, I’m addicted.”

You laughed and took a handful, glancing over at Giles, Buffy and Willow. They were in deep conversation over witches’ hexes and missing moon charts, all very confusing stuff that you usually didn’t bother with.

A big sigh escaped Xander’s lips, unashamedly. You were the pair who usually didn’t contribute much to the excited discussion about finding new artifacts or figuring out what exactly was happening in Sunnydale. You took these times spent in the library to do your homework, in fact, today’s hang out was meant for you all to catch up on your studies; however, Giles obviously had other plans. Something about a gang of vampires.

“There’s nothing I hate more than staying at school longer than I have to,” Xander finally said, leaning back into his chair and stretching his arms above his head.

“It’s a study group, so do your homework, Alexander,” you replied when the others were too engrossed in their books.

“Oooh!” Xander exclaimed, holding his hands out as if he was frightened, “Did you hear what Y/N just called me? She called me Alexander. I think it’s time we pack on up and go--”

“Or,” you interrupted, “you could go home yourself and leave the people who want to pass junior year alone!”

“But...” he scratched his head, slumping in his chair defeatedly, he said quietly, “Then I’d be on my own...”

You shook your head at him. You needed to get this history paper done soon but all this distraction was not what was promised when Willow came up with the idea of a study group. It had started out okay until Giles laid down an assortment of his weird books and started asking Buffy questions about her patrols. Then when some sort of deity or demon was mentioned, Willow’s ears had perked up and she went on a long drabble of description and detail that mostly consisted of humans getting harvested for certain organs.

Not the best study group conversation.

“Don’t you have an English essay or a practice quiz to work on?” you asked, chewing the end of your pencil to splinters.

“Probably...” Xander replied, annoyed.

“Giles!” Buffy exclaimed and slammed her hand down on the page before he could turn it over to the next one. “Here! I’ve seen this--”

“Huh,” Giles remarked, repositioning his glasses, “So have I...”

Usually when it got to this stage of the investigation, monsters would come out of the woodworks and knock Xander unconscious and get their asses beat by Buffy. You glanced to your history paper and sighed, when lives were at stake, your homework would always have to wait.

Giles pointed to another page and fumbled over his words, cleaning his glasses as he paced the library. A worried look came upon him and he came to a conclusion that they were all in “great peril”. It usually ended up that way.

Xander stuffed in another mouthful of popcorn before he tried to speak, not exactly the smartest way to go about things, and everyone stared at him in confusion, until he swallowed and repeated his question, “So, what are we supposed to do?”

You thought you heard an echo of a door slam in the distance, and without alerting the others, you crept up to the library double-doors and opened one, peeking your head out to listen.

Giles and Buffy were still in panicked discourse when you heard footsteps. At first, they were distant and slow, but as if in mere seconds, the sound of feet slapping hurriedly against the linoleum floors was distinguishable. “Uh, guys?” you called out, unsure. But there wasn’t a break in their conversation, as if they didn’t hear you at all. “Guys!” you shouted, letting the library door close behind you. This got their attention.

All four of them stared back at you and you said, “We have a problem. The bloodsuckers are already here.”

Buffy handed out wooden stakes to each person and then rifled through her weapons kept safely in the library for times like these. You fumbled with the stake, staring at it, turning it over in your hands, and your heart skipped a beat. See, you were fairly new to the Sunnydale-vampire-slayer crew and had only been witness to demons and monsters alike, never actually getting your hands dirty with... well, slaying.

“It’s easy,” Xander said as he noticed your discomfort, and he grabbed your hand which held the wooden stake, “Just like this,” he pulled your arm forward to make a stabbing motion, “jab-jab the stake right into their heart, and they won’t know what hit ‘em,” he laughed.

You swallowed, “Sure, easy...” this would be far from easy.

The doors swung open with such force that they crashed into the wall, alerting all of the Scooby gang of the vampires’ arrival. They were dressed in various shades of red or blue, always paired with black, and the leader of the group had bottle-bleached hair and a vicious smirk.

“Slayer,” he said, tilting his head, “brought your friends?”

“Do you want to talk or get this over with?” she replied, her stance solid and her eyes menacing.

This seemed to piss him off and he jumped into motion. Xander and Willow maneuvered as best as they could around the library’s furniture and shelves, and you dropped to a crawl to hide behind the desk closest to you. Your heart was thumping in your chest and your panic only grew worse when you started to hear shouts and punches and furniture clattering over the hard floor. You squeezed your eyes shut against the noise, but soon a pair of feet kicked yours teasingly, and you opened your eyes to stare up at a vampire. With dark hair and glowing eyes, he flashed his fangs at you. He crouched down so that he was eye-level and still grinning he said, “Aw, scared? You should be.”

You didn’t know where it came from but a sudden rush of adrenaline and panic coursed through you and you shoved your attacker to the floor. Angry, he clambered to his feet just as you turned to run. You made it through the double-doors but running wouldn’t be good enough: he had the strength and agility of an immortal being.

You slid along the linoleum as you turned a sharp corner but the echo of his feet behind you persisted. He was laughing and taunting you, calling you a frightened little mouse, and you were breathing heavily as you ran. Another sharp turn sent you sprawling to the floor and before you could get up, a hand grabbed your arm and your hair. Yanking you to your feet, you winced in pain. Standing behind you, he caressed your face with one hand as the other still pulled your hair back tightly to keep you from running.

“So nice of the Slayer to bring extra food with her, hm?” he teased, his hand gripping your neck. You screamed and he only laughed in response, “No one is coming to help, you’re on your own. I’ve got you all to myself.”

You jutted your leg upwards so that your heel crashed into the sensitive spot between his legs and he yelled fiercely with pain. You scrambled away, gripping your wooden stake, but as you glanced behind you, you tripped over broken shards of glass. They’d smashed in a window upon their entrance, or just thought it would be fun to damage some school property, and you fell onto your hands and knees. Your knees got the worst of it but you’d dropped your stake and it rolled amongst the broken glass. You reached out for it when he kicked you in the stomach. Winded, you rolled onto your back and stared up at his yellow eyes as he lowered himself down to meet you. Licking his lips, he shook his head, “Well, you put up a good fight, I’ll give you that.”

“Yeah,” you said, staring up at him, “and I’m not finished yet.” You stuck a piece of glass right into his arm, slicing downwards to open up his skin, before he could pin you down, and blood immediately flowed out over the shard and all over your hands. He screamed with more annoyance than anything, since it wouldn’t be enough to seriously harm him, and you took this opportunity to make a grab for the fallen stake. As you gripped it in your slippery hand, he pulled you back towards him and you aimed for his heart. His eyes widened at the stake but it was too late, you stabbed him right into the chest and within three seconds, he was dust.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Holding desperately onto the stake still, you shakily got to your feet. How on Earth Buffy could slay several vamps in minutes was beyond you, she really must have superhuman strength. Your shoes crunched over the glass as you made yourself walk forwards, you had to get back to the others. You started to jog despite the blood trickling down from your knees and a few turns later, you were approaching the library.

You heard Xander yell as something came flying towards you. The weight of it knocked you back onto the ground, as if you hadn’t already had enough of landing on the hard surface. The something was a someone and it screamed as it burst into ashes. You stared down at your hand which still gripped the stake; you’d managed to stab the guy right through the back, piercing his heart.

“Y/N!” Xander called, running through the double-doors breathlessly. He stopped when he saw that the vampire was no longer in solid form, and he grinned, “Way to go, you got your first vamp!”

“Second,” you mumbled as the boy helped you up to a stand. You looked over his shoulder and noticed that everyone was alright, and that the second vampire you staked must have been the last.

He led you back into the library with a gentle hand on your arm, “So, uh, didn’t I tell you about the part where we’re supposed to stick together? Coz, you know, Buffy’s kind of the pro when it comes to the slaying part.”

“No,” you said, “no, you didn’t.”

“Well,” he joked, “I guess there’s always next time.”

Next time? You groaned. You went to tuck your hair away so it wasn’t in your eyes but you paused, catching the sight of your red, blood-stained hands. You felt sick. You saw the dust from both vampires all over your clothes and you had no way of wiping it off without getting his blood on your clothes too.

Xander caught your arm and lifted it a little, a frown on his face, “Hey, who’s blood is this?”

The nausea bubbled up your throat and you realized it already half-dried to your skin. “Not mine,” you managed, and shook your arm from his grip. You left the library without explanation, staring at the blood caked on your hands. You needed it off pronto.

Panicked, you ran to the closest bathroom. You caught your reflection in the mirror and almost gasped. Flecks of blood stained your cheeks too, and you weren’t sure if it were yours or the vampire’s. Your hair was falling out of its ponytail and your eyes were wide.

You stared down at your red hands. The smell hit you and you could taste metal. You made a sound of disgust as your hands struggled to turn the taps on, leaving blood stains on the ceramic. You whimpered when the blood barely washed off your skin. You rubbed your hands together but you only felt sicker at the sight of it all and the feeling of it.

The door to the bathroom opened but you didn’t hear it. “Here you are,” Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair.

You ignored him, still struggling with all the blood.

“You're not scared of blood, are you? Because vampires and blood sort of come in a package-deal,” he joked in an amused tone.

“It’s not coming off!” you stressed, your breaths shallow and quick.

“Hey,” he said, softer now as he came up directly beside you. He took your stained hands into his own without second thought, “it’s okay, it’s okay.” He looked at you, breaking your panicked thoughts, forcing you to look back at him.

“The blood...” you swallowed, closing your eyes. Xander continued to scrub your fingers and palms with soap and his own hands underneath the running water, and you felt your lungs let in more air.

“I know,” he said, still with a gentle voice. “It’s gross, but hey, it’s not your own blood and that’s what matters.” He swallowed, “I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you ever got hurt badly, Y/N,” he half-laughed, but something about what he said had a lot of truth to it, which scared him a little.

When you opened your eyes, you felt the tears but you ignored them, looking down at your hands in the sink, they were cleaner. You watched as Xander continued, his dark hair flopped in front of his forehead as he concentrated, and he made sure every last spot went down the drain. “There,” he said, almost proudly, standing up straight now. He looked at you, “All clean, right?” he frowned when he noticed your tears, “Y/N?”

You wiped your face with your sleeve, you sobbed, “I...” you took in a breath and you couldn’t finish your sentence. Instead, Xander pulled you in for a hug as he wrapped his arms around you. You cried into his shoulder, your arms around him too. He squeezed you and cooed, “Hey, it’s okay...” after a few more seconds, he pulled back, his hands clasped both of your arms by your sides. His eyes traced the blood on your face and he frowned. He pulled out a tissue and wet it before carefully dabbing it over your cheeks. The tears had washed some of it away and it seemed to just be stray droplets from the vampire, nothing else. He looked you over once more and saw your cuts, “Your knees!”

You laughed now, feeling a little better and amused by his reaction, “I fell on some glass...”

“Does it hurt?” he asked, crouching down to get a better look. He carefully plucked some smaller pieces of glass out of your skin.

“Not so much anymore,” you replied.

“Jeez,” he sighed, standing up straight again. He led you out of the bathroom to head back to the others. “You freak out over some dead guy’s blood when you yourself are bleeding?”

You smacked his arm in response and he laughed. “C’mon,” he said, “Pretty sure Giles has a first aid kit. Your knees could use some Band-Aids.”

Xander explained on your walk back that the vampires got dusted except for a couple, and their leader, Spike, when they decided to make a run for it after Giles pulled out some wacky contraption. You laughed at the thought of Giles scaring them away.

Xander insisted on taking care of your cuts when he found the first aid kit, so he sat you down and cleaned them up for you. The library was a mess again, as usual, and Giles was muttering as he paced. Something about his annoyance with Spike and his seemingly unlimited source of cronies.

“So,” Xander said as he stood up, closing the kit and giving you a pointed look, “what did we learn today, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t go running off from the group.”

Xander raised his two index fingers and pointed in confirmation, “Exactly.”

“Even if a vicious vampire chases me away, just let him eat me,” you said, sarcastically.

“You’ve got a stake for a reason,” he argued.

“Right,” you countered, “and your lesson on ‘jab-jab them in the heart’ definitely prepared me enough...”

“Go home, you two,” Buffy said, exasperated but still amused by your endless arguing. She was just happy that you seemed to be back in good spirits, both you and Xander acting like you normally would.

You laughed and hopped off the table, and Xander passed you your backpack. You both bid the rest of them goodnight and wandered off down the corridor towards the exit. What once felt scary, being chased down the empty halls of the high school, now felt like normal again with Xander by your side.

“Need me to walk you home?” he asked as you reached the sidewalk that bordered the school.

“Need you to?” you laughed, shaking your head.

Xander blushed, “No, no,” he swallowed, “I mean, can I walk you home? Tonight was... eventful. Besides, it’s dark out and...”

“If you’re too scared to walk home by yourself, Harris, you could just say that,” you joked, and gained a sarcastic smile from him, which only made you laugh harder. “Actually,” you said, “I’d like that. Even if Buffy would be the better person to walk home with.”

“Right,” he said, his turn to be sarcastic, “well, guess you’ve just got me tonight.”

You smiled at him genuinely this time, “I appreciate it. Thanks, Xan.”

He nodded but was quiet and he walked you all the way to your house, right up to your doorstep. It was only early evening but it got darker quicker these wintery days and suddenly the shadows seemed more sinister. As you stood out the front of your house, the inside looming above and dark with nobody else home, you shivered.

“Do you... have a curfew? Do you have to go home yet?” you suddenly blurted, turning to look at Xander.

He laughed a little, “I could go home tomorrow morning and my parents would be too busy reenacting Punch and Judy to know I hadn’t been there all night,” he joked darkly.

“Can you stay?” you blushed a little but were quick to hide it as you turned away from him, busying yourself with unlocking the front door. “Just until someone else gets home?”

“S-sure I can,” he said, not expecting your invitation.

You opened the door and turned on some lights, making you feel a little more at ease. You headed straight to your bedroom and Xander followed, almost a little too eagerly, which you found cute in an amusing sort of way. You put away your backpack and Xander stood in the entrance, admiring your room from a distance.

You turned on the small television set in your room. The channel flicked on to show some random rom-com. You took your shoes off and climbed into your bed, sitting up against the headboard and pillows.

“I didn’t realize you were a vampire, Xan. Do I have to invite you in?” you joked.

He dropped his bag by your door and slipped his shoes off, he laughed, “Sorry, I’m not usually the type who ends up in a girl’s bedroom,” he laughed again but this time you could see blush on his cheeks. “That’s not what I meant--”

“It’s okay,” you said, and he climbed in beside you to watch TV. You’d watched movies together before but it was always at Buffy’s house with bowls of popcorn between you. One time, you accidentally fell asleep against Xander during the movie but you were quick to part when you woke up, having felt embarrassed. But now, after tonight, you were too tired and scared to worry about that kind of thing. Xander made you feel safe and you just wanted that comfort.

“Thanks, by the way,” you said quietly after a few minutes. You sat next to each other with arms by your sides, awkwardly, as if you would explode if you moved from that position. You turned your head to look at him and caught him already looking at you, you blushed. “You know, for helping me calm down. The blood freaked me out and I’m just not used to it all, I guess--”

“It’s kind of hard to get used to, so I get it,” he replied, his voice soft. “But we’ll always have your back, you know that, right? Especially me, I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You smiled, nodding, you sank lower against your pillows and moved closer against him, your arm over his stomach and your head leaning on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm over you too and the other around the back of you, he scooched you into him until you were both completely comfortable in each other’s arms. Every now and then, he would play with your hair or you with his, and you felt so safe that your eyelids started drooping. The feel and familiar smell of him, the background chatter from the TV and his steady, rhythmic breathing was enough to send you to sleep in his arms.

#xander harris x reader #xander harris #btvs #writing #request #buffy the vampire slayer

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headcanonsxgalore · 3 years

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How The Gang Reacts to You Dating Spike

Buffy: 🙅‍♀️ Outright refuses. "Nope. No. Not happening." Is finally told that you aren't asking her if you can, you're telling her you are. 🗡 Threatens Spike for the next month that if he hurts you or turns you it's the stake for him.

Giles: 🙄 Glasses off. Pinching the bridge of his nose. The things you children do will never make sense to him. Talks to you about how dangerous Spike is (and maybe hints a bit about his past) as if you aren't aware that he's a vampire.

Willow: 😲 Her mouth hangs open for a while, probably until everyone else has finished their babbling. Would wait until you two are alone to ask if you're sure (and if you're sure that you're sure), then is probably the only one to ask how long the two of you had been sneaking around. Might be a little pouty that you thought you had to hide it from her.

Xander: 🤯 Spends a lot of time stammering and shuddering before wrapping his mind around it. "What? No. Huh? 🤮. Spike? Y/N? No! What? WHY?"

Anya: 😏 "Wait, you guys didn't know? I saw Spike sneaking into her place multiple times and knew a few months ago, also he doesn't insult her like he does with the rest of us."

#btvs #spike #spike x reader #how the character reacts #how the gang reacts #william the bloody #buffy #buffy the vampire slayer #willow rosenberg #xander #anya #giles #rupert giles

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atlasshrugd · 3 years

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otis x ruby is the xander x cordelia situation all over again

#sex education #btvs #otis x reader #xander x cordelia #buffy the vampire slayer #sex ed s3

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prose-for-hire · 11 months

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Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

(Part 2 to Toil and Trouble)

Pairing: Spike x Harris!reader

Request: I wanted to write a second part to this and I got few comments asking for a pt2 as well! This is the aftermath/relationship between reader and Spike after their date and the conversation that needed to be had with Xander.

As you had sensed, that date had been the first of many with Spike. It had been months since that evening where you had untied him and walked into the moonlight. If only life was like a movie, it could have stopped there. With the promise and hope of everything being okay.

Your twin, of course, couldn’t just let it rest. The tension had reached boiling point. In fact, you had been avoiding him for the past three months. That conversation you had promised him? You were never in the room long enough for him to even take a breath to start to speak.

Spike had found himself a crypt, had almost managed to help kill the slayer through Adam at the Initiative and had given you one of his rings to wear. He had turned to you, halfway through an episode of Passions and had actually managed to drag his eyes away and earnestly offered you the knotted silver band. It was a promise. You had never taken it off since.

You, although knowing Spike had been up to something, didn’t want to hear the finer details. So long as your brother wasn’t going to be hurt, you didn’t want to hear it. You just wanted to be close to Spike. Of course it would be nice to save the world and all that but, really, that ship had sailed and it was more your brother’s hobby than yours.

You were sat in his crypt, curled up on his sofa by his side. Your bodies bathed in candlelight, glowing in a silent contentment. All that could be heard was the distant buzzing of the tv. But that didn’t matter to you. Only he mattered. Your head rested on his shoulders as he wrapped an around you, pulling you in closer. The popcorn you had been sharing had long since been abandoned.

You pressed a few soft kisses against his neck, the near-silent sigh of pleasure you heard from Spike made you smile into the kisses. He used his hand to guide your head to face him, pressing your forehead against his. He savoured the moment closing his eyes at the contact, he could stay in this moment forever and be the happiest man alive.

You leaned in again, pressing your lips to his. He tasted like cigarette smoke and popcorn. He cupped your cheek in his hand, thumb caressing your cheekbone as he started to deepen the kiss, the way he always did. Knocking the breath from your body. He tilted your head back, thumb sliding to caress your neck with his strong hand, his lips hungrily-

The door to the crypt swung open with such force that it came off its hinges. You tensed and Spike pulled you in close to his side, willing to defend you against anything that came your way. He was fiercely protective and you knew he would lay down his life for you in a heartbeat (one of your heartbeats, of course).

“Can’t a vampire have one sodding moment to rest in peace with his love?”

It was your brother. Again. And his friends, Willow and Buffy. Buffy had a stake and a scary look on her face. The only real threat you had ever felt inside the crypt coming from those supposedly on the side of ‘good’.

Once, you may have sprang apart but you were too comfortable and really, you were an adult. Your brother would have to physically prize you apart if he wanted you to move away from Spike.

“Xander! What is your problem?! You’re dating a demon, I’m dating a vampire it’s not exactly much of a difference”

“Actually, love-”

“Not now, Spike!” You both said at the same time.

“I really bloody hate it when you do that” he muttered but surrendered at the look on your face. You just didn’t want him to say anything that could get a redwood in his chest. You really, really liked him.

“Anya’s different” He insisted, awarding him a glare from you.

“Oh my God, you’re such a bonehead! It’s exactly the same”

“Why don’t we all make with the calmness and take a deep-”

“No time or place for none of your spiritual-wicca bollocks now, Red” Spike warned, knowing you well by now. You didn’t like it when people told you what to do. Especially not the ‘morally superior’ group of your brothers friends.

You reached for Spike’s arm subconsciously and rubbed his arm slowly, showing him that you were right there with him. Thanking him for speaking up. You didn’t actually like arguing, you just didn’t like to back down either. Your brother didn’t exactly appreciate the display of affection, however.

“That’s it! You and me, pal, outside!” Xander said, putting his hands in a fist in a way that could only be described as a mockery of a fight.

“You and what army, Xander” You rolled your eyes. Nevertheless, Spike shrugged and walked outside, lighting up a cigarette as he went. Xander looked a little nervous but took a deep breath and followed him out.

You started to follow too, not wanting either of them to come to any harm but Buffy blocked your way. When you tried to move past, it felt like walking into a brick wall. She was incredibly strong despite her size.

“You’re, uh, strong” You offered lamely, stepping back from her.

“We should probably leave them to it”

“Did you ever think that I might be hurt when you all decided to keep this from me?” It was only because of your healthy curiosity that you had come across Buffy slaying and then researched it yourself. If you hadn’t, when you had first been faced with a vampire you may have not even had a stake on your person.

“We told Xander you should know, but we kinda didn’t wanna get in the middle of a twin-fight” Buffy explained, shuddering at the thought of the infamous twin fights she had witnessed between you and Xander. To you both, they weren’t all that serious usually but it appeared to be in front of others. This time had been different though.

“I’ve known you since I was a kid, Willow, where’s the loyalty?”

Willow opened her mouth and then closed it again, unsure how to speak. She had always been fond of you but she was best friends with Xander and she had never really forgiven you for spreading the news that she had cheated on Oz with your brother around school. You had only told one of your friends, you just happened to have been overheard.

Meanwhile, outside…

Xander had, in a surprise to everyone involved, punched Spike and held him against the wall of the crypt. Spike took it, choking out smoke in surprise but stood there and didn’t even defend himself. Only for you. He was love’s bitch, after all. He knew how upset you would be, even though he was an idiot, you loved your brother a lot.

“Leave them alone, this is mucho evil even for you! Stop acting like you like them”

“Be easier, wouldn’t it. If it were an act” Spike shrugged, dropping his smoke and grinding it under his boot, “I love them”

“Oh yeah, love without the actual, you know, lovin’ part”

Spike gave him a look, one that was one part unamused to two parts looking like he wanted to kill the man stood before him. Xander still had Spike’s shirt balled in his fist. He raised his other fist again, as if to land another punch when you ran out from the crypt and grabbed your brother’s hand.

“That’s enough!” You pulled your brother off him. Your annoyance threatening to boil over.

“You don’t need to do this, Y/n”

“Do what exactly, Xander?!”

“You proved your point, I should’ve told you about Buffy. But rise of the evil dead here is bad news”

“You’re such a hypocrite, xander! Anya is older and has statistically killed more people than Spike and yet you stand there all high and mighty acting like I need to be saved from myself. Well, I don’t. Spike is really good to me, perhaps if you gave him a chance…”

Xander scoffed but he knew you well. Sometimes more than you knew yourself. That look in your eyes, you were deeply upset. You just wanted to be close to your brother again, but you couldn’t even consider losing Spike. You were in love. Deeply.

Spike lit up a cigarette, stepping to your side and handing it to you before lighting up for himself. His mind was always on you, he was in tune with you. You never hid anything from him, you didn’t have to. You took a drag, trying to hide the visible shaking from your hand. This could go two ways. You and Xander could make up like you usually would or the rift could widen and Xander might turn his back on you. A wash of anxiety

“All I want is to look out for you” Xander admitted, looking at the floor. He took the fact he was a minute older than you seriously, assuming the ‘older brother’ role despite there being no real grounds (but that was an argument for another time).

“And you did that by letting me discover vampires by almost getting eaten by one in high school?” You asked pointedly.

“You never said…”

“Better be bloody dust” Spike muttered, jaw tensing at the idea of any vampire wrapping their jaws around you. You were his, if there was any biting to be done, he would of course do the honours.

“How many times have you almost been killed by a vampire, Xand? I’m guessing double figures. Can’t we just call it quits? Uh, I don’t wanna… lose you” You admitted quietly, rolling your own eyes this time. You and Xander didn’t usually do the whole feelings thing. You mostly used humour to cope with your dysfunctional family and just shared knowing looks when you both felt the same way about something.

“Hey! No way, you’re stuck with me. Like glue, the glue-iest” Xander launched at you, giving you a hug, wafting the smoke away and fake coughing as he did, though when he released you from his bone crushing hug, he couldn’t help but say, “But it-it’s Spike. He’s gross, Y/n”

“Yeah, I’ve definitely seen him lick his own nose blood” Buffy grimaced as she recounted it, joining them with Willow from within the crypt.

“He’s my boyfriend. No amount of nose blood or evil rants can change that.”

Willow and Buffy seemed to soften at this, as well as the adoring look that Spike gave you. Both knew what it was like to love people that others might not understand too. He truly did love you, he made a mental note to tell you properly as soon as you were alone. He just wished he hadn’t said it out loud for the first time to your brother rather than you.

“But-” Xander started again but Willow stood on his foot.

“Didn’t you say we would meet Riley at the Bronze at 11?” Willow changed the subject quickly. Buffy checked her watch and groaned, she had stood him up all week and I was already 11:30. Spike bit his tongue from saying ‘trouble in paradise’. Something you noticed and tried to hide your smile. You had both discussed Buffy’s love life at length.

“Why don’t you guys come? Merry merriment for all, right Xand?” Willow asked kindly, echoing Xander’s earlier phrasing.

“Oh, right, yeah, family bonding and all that” You offered, knowing more than anything that danger followed Buffy around and that Spike enjoyed picking a fight with any demons that you came across.

“Watch it” Spike murmured from your side. No matter how much he loved you, he didn’t love the idea of Xander being family. But he did nod his head to agree he would go.

As you and your strange group walked together through the streets, with Spike muttering something about charging the slayer for the damage done to his crypt’s door. Spike didn’t like your brother and he certainly didn’t like the slayer, but he liked you very much and he had decided he would have to live with seeing them a lot more often.

“Huh, maybe it runs in the family”

“What?”

“The demon-y magnetism” Willow laughed and Xander kicked a rock at her words but didn’t say anything. He was just getting you back, maybe he could live with you and Spike being together. Well, maybe he would give it three strikes and then he would try and bring up the idea of you leaving him again.

Spike rolled his eyes at Willow’s words but you smiled softly, leaning in to press a kiss against his pale cheek. You slid your hand into his and he squeezed tightly.

“I love you too, by the way” You whispered softly in his ear. You had heard him. He glowed, a smile spread across his face, you always loved it when he smiled. It lit up his entire face, brightening all of his features.

The moonlight caressed his face, his eyes glistening at your words. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss against your forehead as you trailed behind your brother and his friends. He would sit through this, for you. Because he loved you, more than he had ever loved another before.

#Spike x reader #spike btvs x reader #spike x you #spike imagine #spike btvs #spike #btvs x reader #btvs imagine #btvs x you #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #xander harris #gender neutral #gn reader #x reader #btvs

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Confessions We Won’t Admit | pt. 2

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•‎𐩐 ༘ ✦* FANDOM: Buffy The Vampire Slayer

•‎𐩐 ༘ ✦* PAIRING: Xander Harris x chase!Reader

•‎𐩐 ༘ ✦* WARNING: vampires and grr, conflicted feelings, A VERY BAD ENDING BECAUSE I’M LAZY, some pining

•‎𐩐 ༘ ✦* SUMMARY: Reader is Cordelias sister, or according to Xander, Satans spawn. They don’t get along (well, most days), but all it takes is for some alone time in a sewer and an almost kiss for them to figure out why

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“I’M THINKING THAT WE SEPERATE into groups. One group is the distraction while the other group takes whatever the hell looks important. I don’t know, I’m just going with plans we’ve had in the past. Back to the point, I recognize that crypt over there. Me and Angel got stuck in there once-” You were interrupted by Xander, who raised a finger. You huffed, looking at him.

“Whoa, what were you doing with Angel?” He asked, but you just rolled your eyes, continuing on.

“Anyways, that crypt has tunnel access back to town, that’s how me and Angel escaped.” You explained with a grin, hoping it made sense to everyone else. But Xander and Willow just gave you confused looks, making your face fall. Xander and Willow shared an uncertain look, then looked back at you. You looked between them, frowning.

“What?” You asked, shrugging your hands.

“I don’t know, splitting up? Who would be the teams?” Willow murmured, fidgeting with her fingers.

“And more importantly, why were you with Angel?” Xander put up his finger again, circling it in your face. You ignored him, slumping down. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, but you knew it was a good idea.

“Well Cordelia can’t be part of the distraction, she’s broken. And Xander can’t be the one who steals, he’s too big and loud.” You mumbled, biting on your lip as you thought about where that puts you and Willow.

“I mean, what do you want to do, Willow?” You asked, the idea of being alone with Xander in a tunnel not sounding very enticing, especially with the knowledge of what Cordelia thought she knew. And yourself, you weren’t sure how you could act. But with the look on Willow’s face you already knew her answer.

“Oh no, I’m not very good at distracting. I’m small and prefer to stay out of the spotlight, ya know? But come to me with computers and witchy spices, I’m your gal. Demons and running? It’s a no.” Willow shook her head, her eyes wide at the idea. You licked your drying lips, nodding your head.

“Yeha, I figured. Come on, Xander. We need to distract.” You got off the ground, wiping your thighs of stray grass and dirt. Xander scrambled up, taking an obnoxious breath in.

“Okay, you can do this. You’re the Xan-Man! You laugh in the face of danger!” Xander pumped his fist, trying to rile himself into it. In the mena time, you catered towards Cordelia, grabbing her arms and pulling her up. She was still in shock, her eyes wide.

“Hey, Cordy, I need you to listen, okay? You’re going to stand here the entire time and do nothing. Okay? And then when Willow comes back you’ll follow her. Okay?” You rubbed her shoulders, nodding your head encouragingly. She just nodded, letting out a whine.

“Ohhh, okay.” You nodded your head, looking towards Willow with a more serious expression.

You could see the redhead was filled with nerves, biting on her fingernails. You grabbed her shoulders too.

“Okay, Willow. Just grab something shiny, or something that looks important. You’ve done this before, you got this. And make sure Cordelia doesn’t die. No pressure or anything, but we’re counting on you.” You smiled, seeing her expression morph into terror.

You turned away, ignoring Xander as he gave himself affirmations.

You walked towards the edge of the crypt so you could peek around the corner. You checked to make sure the robed figures still had their backs turned, which they did. But you noticed Xander was right about the weird veiny thing. There were about six demons in tattered brown robes circling around a coffin, a white shell encasing a demon that's head was out of the slimy cocoon like thing. Your mouth curled up in disgust, seeing the veins and the slime. But you squint your eyes, trying to look between the large bodies to see if there was anything important lying around. There was a bowl encrusted in jewels, but that didn’t seem good enough. There was an object that seemed to glow with an orange aura, probably the thing that the demons were drawing power from. You couldn’t make out what it was, but you made sure to point it out to Willow. She gave you a weak nod, which was all you needed.

You looked back at Xander.

“Are you ready to save the day, Xan-Man? In that horrible outfit of yours I’m appalled you walked out of the house in?” You smirked, seeing his offended expression.

“Well here’s a question. How are we going to distract them?” He asked, but you just took an inhale of confidence and walked into the moonlight, making Xander gape at you when you made loud noises to gain the demons attention.

Willow stared in horror, Cordelia was just confused.

“Hello! I’m talking to you! There’s a beautiful, smart girl over here trying to get your attention!” You yelled, your hand reaching for the axe in your waistband. Just as you planned, the humming stopped and they snapped their head towards you with a growl, making your heart jump. You looked at Xander as he stood behind the crypt still, signalling him to come out.

“Uh, hello there. I’m this here cemetery police and we’re not supposed to be having parties this late at night. I wouldn’t want to have to call your parents… unless I had to. So how about-” You gripped Xanders sleeve when the demons started walking towards you collectively, their milky white skin a contrast to the night.

“Ugh, Xander. We should run. Like right now.” You stated, wide-eyed. Quickly grabbed the axe and threw it blindly into the group, already turning around to run before you could see who it hit. But it must’ve hit someone, with the bone-chilling roar and stomping of feet running after you.

“What the hell! Was that an axe!” Xander yelled as the two of you sprinted down an aisle of graves, hoping to buy enough time for Willow to steal the object. Your chest burned and your feet ached with every stomp into the earth, but as you and Xander curved around towards the crypt you knew you couldn’t stop now. You didn’t answer him, nor look behind you as you and Xander bounded up the steps to the crypt and threw yourselves inside, quickly going towards the door to hold it shut. The demons hadn’t made it yet, you could tell from the silence. You and Xander breathed heavily as you pinned your backs to the door, silently praying the plan worked as your eyes scanned the room.

“In there!” You scrambled off the door and ran to the familiar coffin, Xander helping you push the top off with a groan. You glanced towards the door, your heart beating incredibly fast as dust exploded in your faces. You didn’t remember it taking this long, but didn’t hesitate to lift the skeleton, covered in cobwebs, and the padding it laid on, seeing the sewer floor deep below.

You hopped inside quickly, your feet splashing in sewer water. Xander did the same, hopping in after you and falling on his shoulder with a groan. As the skeleton bed fell back down on the frame that held it up, putting you in a very dim sewer tunnel, you fell to Xander’s side to make sure he was okay.

“Xander, are you okay?” You panted, reaching for his shoulder. He grimaced in pain, breathing erratically just as you.

“Oh yeah. My chest, not so much.” He gasped, but you put a finger on his mouth to silence him when you heard noises above you, the gravelly sound of whatever demons were following you. You cursed yourself for leaving the coffin top off completely but you didn’t think they were smart enough to figure out where you were.

After a moment or two, the voices were gone, and you and Xander were left in a rounded tunnel that smelt like something awful, lit by dim lights separated every ten feet. You swallowed, looking back down at Xander with a breathy laugh, giving him a grin.

“Xander, it worked! It worked! I’m so smart!” You squealed, grabbing his face and turning his head towards you in an adrenaline-fueled haze. He let out a nervous laugh, looking up at you with wide brown eyes that looked over your face in nervousness. Your hands were touching his face, your eyes were looking into his and your lips were just one kiss away. You hadn’t meant to grab him like this, but you were happy. Your smile faded slightly as your eyes fell down to his lips on accident, then back into his eyes. That fluttery feeling from before (it felt like hours ago), surfaced in your stomach again, and you felt your cheeks start to heat up. You scrambled off of him, embarrassed. You stood up, making sure there was a good twenty feet between the both of you. It wasn’t the proximity that scared you, there’ve been plenty of times Xander got in your face during an argument. No, it wasn’t the proximity. It was the feel of his breath on your chin, the way your heart jumped out of your chest and the way your lips itched when you looked at his. You couldn’t believe yourself, rationalizing it as you were just excited, and full of adrenaline.

Xander scrambled off the floor one stunned moment later, letting out a laugh and wringing his hands together to calm himself down. Did he read that situation right? Did he really look at your lips and did he really just do that? Nahhhhh. It was just the fear and the nerves.

“Um, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make things uncomfortable. I was just happy, you know, happy. Anyways, let’s just walk, we should just walk… away from each other.” You mumbled the last part, pointing in the forward direction of a long tunnel that seemed to stretch on for miles. Xander nodded his head frantically, agreeing with you.

“Yeah, definitely. I was just- you were just-. Adrenaline, excitement, hahaha.” Xander gave your back a panicked expression, laughing to relieve the tension that seemed to sizzle in between you two. You were already walking away, feeling hot in your own skin. Your cheeks were flushed, and you were breathing heavily for a different reason entirely. You felt humiliated, and didn’t bother glancing at Xander as you two walked on in silence, the only sound echoing around you was the splash of your shoes in the water, as well as your own shame that seemed to roar back at you.

You were sure he felt the same.

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You don’t know how much time had passed by just walking in silence, but you knew it must’ve been a while because your legs were starting to ache and sweat was clinging to your neck. Although you knew it was more important to think about Willow and Cordelia and whether or not the plan was successful, or whether or not they were even alive, you couldn’t stop thinking about Xander.

You just kept thinking and thinking. The reason you weren’t interested in boy’s anymore, the reason you loved his cologne, the reason you stared after him, the reason you argued with him. You didn’t want to acknowledge the truth but you couldn’t deny it either. It all just made too much sense. And you had been with your fair share of guys to know whether or not you liked them. And the calamitous truth was that you like Xander. You did, and you were too smart to deny it. You loved his stupid jokes, his stupid hair, his stupid smile, his stupid eyes.

But with this realization came the remembrance of Cordelia. He dated your sister, and despite what Cordelia said about being completely over him she was with him for a year, you couldn’t do that to your own sibling. But that’s where you debated back and forth because Cordelia said she didn’t like him, didn’t even look at him look that anymore. But your own morals felt like you were betraying her for liking him.

And once you realized that you figured out why you didn’t like him, or pretended not to. You told yourself that if you were mean he would go away, you’d forget about him and get over it. You told yourself that if you hurt his feelings, he wouldn’t hurt yours. It was that whole ‘pulling her pigtails’ ploy children did. You teased them because you liked them, and loved it when they would react.

You didn’t know what Xander was thinking, but you knew the stomping of his shoes was really pissing you off.

“Xander? Can you stop walking so loudly? We’re trying to escape, not give away our location.” You sneered, looking back at him. He was on the complete other side of you, walking with his hands in his pockets and his head down.

He snapped his head up towards you, eyes wide like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

“Uh-huh, sure. Whatever.” He mumbled distractedly, looking back down. You furrowed your eyebrows, your shoulders tense with your own irritation. You clenched your jaw, but a part of you wanted to turn around and ask him what the problem was. On the other hand you didn’t want to add on to your own feelings and give yourself any more ideas.

So you just kept walking, hoping you’d see the sewer cover on the ceiling with a ladder leading up to it any time soon. You needed to get out of here; away from the heat, away from the sweat, and away from Xander.

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“Okay, just because you have a problem with it doesn’t mean I have to stop doing it!” You exclaimed, rolling your eyes. Your voice echoed down the tube of smelly water, but you didn’t care. All you knew was that your feet really hurt, your back hurt, everything hurt. You really didn’t remember having to walk this long when you were with Angel, but knowing him he probably knew a shortcut you didn’t pay attention to. He travelled using these tunnels; he knew a lot more than you did.

“Oh look who’s talking. Little Miss Bossy has a problem when other people tell her what to do. How do you like them apples!” Xander shouted, throwing his arms up and giving you an annoyed expression you couldn’t see. You haven’t looked at him once since The Incident, which you now labelled it as. You certainly weren’t going to now.

You groaned, stopping in your tracks as you threw your head up to look at the grimy ceiling.

“Just shut up, Xander! We don’t need to argue about everything!” You yelled, hearing his loud scoff from behind you. It had you clenching your jaw.

He put his hands on his hips.

“Says the girl who starts most of them.” He said condescendingly, making you narrow your eyes and roll your jaw in anger. You weren’t going to turn around, but he was really pissing you off. You pinched your fingers together and inhaled slowly, walking forward once more.

“You know, I really don’t understand why you’re still talking. This must’ve been why you and Cordelia broke up!” You yelled. And at this point you were so fed up with your own self and your conflicted mind that you weren’t in your right mind to stop yourself from saying things you didn’t mean.

Xander gaped at you, but quickly recovered, walking up to you. He grabbed your arm and turned you around, making you stumble slightly. You glared up at him, looking into his brown eyes that seemed to flare with the flames of his anger. You never really saw him like this, but you bet he was feeling the effects of the sewer just the same as you were.

Poorly.

But you couldn’t think clearly when he was close to you like this, your mind was clouded with the smell of sweat, dirt, and the faint scent of his cologne from earlier. You breathed deeply as another tingling sensation shot down to your stomach, flaring your nostrils.

“You wanna know why me and Cordelia broke up? Or do you already know since you seem to know everything else?!” Xander exclaimed, taking a step away from you. You stayed silent, resisting the temptation to follow his scent that seemed to linger in your nose.

“Because I’ll tell you!” He threw his hands up, his eyebrows raised at you.

“Why, Xander? Why?” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms that seemed to be streaked in grime.

“Because I liked you! Which, now that I think about it, wasn’t a very smart decision. But you know what, I did, and I don’t really know how or when. I just know that I woke up one day and the first thought that came to my mind was you. What are you doing, what are you wearing. And then after that I stared at you in class. Which was a little creepy, I’m man enough to admit that. But you were so confusing. One day you liked me and the next you were saying my shirt didn’t match my face. But you know what, I don’t even know what I’m saying.” He ranted, throwing his hands up and turning away from you, shaking his head. He huffed, looking down at his shoes.

“If you’re going to reject me, do it now. But don’t do it to my face.” He said, but you just stared at his back, confused.

For a moment you thought that the heat and claustrophobia was getting to you, playing tricks on your mind and making you hear things you just wanted to hear. You breathed slowly to calm yourself down as your mouth went dry, licking your lips.

“Did you just say you liked me?” You mumbled without meaning to, staring at Xander’s shoes in shock.

“Uh, no. Did I say that? We should go back to the arguing. Your hair looks bad. Uh, your shoes are too green. Um, Um, I hate your face!” He frantically pointed at everything mentioned, turning around and letting out a nervous laugh. You cocked your head, millions of thoughts going through your head.

“You said you liked me…” You repeated, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.

As he started to try and defend himself, you looked at his face. Strands of his hair sticking to that thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, his stubble above his top lip, his wild brown eyes. You took a step forward like something was pushing you towards him, but in reality this was your own doing. You were the one walking towards him with a determined glide, you were the one that grabbed his head, and you were the one that silenced his rambling with your lips on his.

Your lips. On his.

As his body went limp against yours and his wide eyes finally closed, a weight seemed to come off your chest and your mind seemed to have become cleansed. You felt like you were floating, you felt weightless.

You separated from him with your eyes still closed, your hands still wrapped around his cheeks.

You felt his breath hitting your nose as you came back down to earth, slowly opening your eyes and looking up at his amazed expression. His lips were still puckered as he blinked down at you; once, twice.

“I kind of like you, too.” You whispered, swallowing down a lump in your throat.

“Uh, did that just happen?” He murmured, his finger coming between you two as he waved it around, looking at you with a confused expression.

A smile flickered at the corners of your lips as you stared up at the man who had your heart since you met him, standing on your tippy toes to look at him.

“Yeah it did. So... what are your thoughts on that?” You asked in a much gentler tone, seeing his frantic eyes flicker down towards you.

“Uh, you know. I don’t feel so bad for breaking up with your sister, so that’s a plus.” Xander gave you one of those goofy grins you liked, still in a state of shock.

“You wanna kiss again?” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Um, if you want to.”

And you did.

You kissed him, over and over again.

For the rest of your vampire-filled lives.

This ending is so bad. I just needed to get this finished and I actually hate it. LIKE WHAT DA FUCK

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Xander Harris Masterlist

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Guardian of the Night

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Shared Minds and Shared Souls (4/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fighting, mentions of Hell, descriptions of shock and depression, some fluff

Word Count: 3k

Part Summary: As Y/N struggles coping with what she experienced in Spike’s memories, she does her best to act normal for Buffy’s birthday. Then, when things take a turn with Glory, Y/N faces a horrific experience that only pushes her further over the edge.

A/N: So I’m taking the porch scene and making it between Y/N and Spike. We love the porch scene, it’s cute lil moment. Spike trying and struggling to be comforting lol we love him

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When I got home from picking up Dawn, Spike was gone. To keep myself distracted, I immediately started on dinner and decorating for Buffy’s birthday. Dawnie kept me company in the kitchen and helped me get ready for the party. She frequently asked me if anything was wrong, I kept denying. Dawn, Joyce, and I ate dinner together in the dining room, more them than me. I sat at the table in the same daze I have been since I went too deep into Spike’s mind. I pushed my willpower too far. I often forget how limitless and damaging my abilities can be. All I could think about were Spike’s memories and the remembrance of his emotions lingering in me. Joyce noticed my absentmindedness and asked too if anything was wrong. I was swift to deny and claimed there’s simply a lot to do be done.

Soon after that, Buffy and the Scoobies were over and the party was in full swing. I watched as Buffy opened all her presents. My attention came in and out through the process. When she got to my present, she was ecstatic. I managed to buy her tickets to a concert next summer happening in Los Angeles. I likely won’t be here, but she can take Dawn and her friends.

“I can’t accept these, Y/N,” she argues. “I can’t start to imagine how expe-”

“You only turn twenty once!” I insist, “Besides, think of them as to make-ups for all the birthdays I missed!”

She can hardly withhold her excitement as she dances in her chair. Joyce takes the tickets for safekeeping as Buffy continues opening presents. While she does that, I get up to head to the kitchen to refill some snack bowls and fetch myself a drink. Muffled laughter and chatter flow from the living room into the otherwise quiet kitchen. Seeing as I won’t be missed quite yet, I seize the opportunity to step outside onto the back porch. A slight breeze blows by as I settle down onto the steps. Bringing my knees to my chest, I attempt to ease my racing thoughts. All I can think about Spike. It’s Buffy’s day, yet all I see he is the platinum blonde head. I traveled too deep, I saw too much. A human soul is meant to be able to endure over a century of life’s ups and downs, especially the downs.

“Y/N?”

I look up and my eyes are met with Spike standing before me with a crunched up birthday present.

Blinking rapidly to suppress my watery eyes, I turn my face away. I hate it when people see me cry, even if he’s not technically alive. “What are you doing here?” I ask, sounding unintentionally harsh.

“What’s wrong?” He inquires, approaching me.

If I didn’t know any better, I would believe his voice is etched with worry and genuine concern, how odd for a soulless man.

“How… How can you live with it?” My voice shakes despite my efforts.

I can barely cope with the torment that lingers from viewing his past twice today. All the death, suffering, pain, and never ending remembrance that Hell is the fate.

Spike sits down next to me, “no soul remember.”

I can’t decide which is worse, having a soul and living with it or having no soul. At least without a soul there’s no more suffering or at least the means to care. Yet, a soul means feeling. Living through Spike, it was like living five lifetimes in a matter of minutes.

“Ugh,” I huff, swiping under my eyes. “I don’t know why I’m getting all emotional.” I hate getting all sappy and whiny, it shows weakness.

Spike gently taps my back awkwardly, clearly unsure of himself. When I don’t strike him, he steadily rubs it comfortingly. “You’re human, nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I know you’re the big-bad and you almost killed her but…” I shake my head at the thought crossing my mind. “You deserve better,” I confess what I’ve been thinking all afternoon. My words aren’t meant to sound like an insult to my cousin. I love Buffy, but seeing everything from Spike’s perspective and knowing his affection are real, he deserves better.

“I don’t deserve anything,” he argues, deprecating himself. “I mean, you saw everything I’ve done. I’ve been awful. I don’t deserve her,” he sighs, looking rather gloomy himself. “She’s the hero. I’m the villain.”

I finally build up the courage to look him in the eye. His emerald eyes meet mine with sympathy. I could be wrong, I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure a truly evil vampire could never express such emotion.

“All people are flawed, even Buffy,” I inform him of a fact everyone seems to be forgetting. “If I learned anything from the coven, it’s that we can’t change anyone around us, only ourselves. Our energy affects every living thing. If we choose good energy over evil, real genuine happiness will come.”

“What if people suck and being evil is fun?” He argues, struggling to suppress a snicker.

I laugh, “some do, I can’t with that and they always will, but their decisions don’t have to influence your’s!” I seize the opportunity to use this moment to lead him down a better path. “Why do you think I channel my power from my heart and not my head? It’s because the heart is the stronger force. Our minds tell us to follow the crowd. The heart is its own independent entity. It’s not influenced as easily by outside sources. You have to use the fire that I know you have in you and choose good. Only then can you manipulate your fate and obtain what will you happy,” I advise, finding myself truly caring about his future.

Spike stares are me hooded eyes. It’s in this moment I realize how close we really are, just inches apart. His hand remains on my back, gliding down to wrap around me. Spike leans forward, eliminating the remaining space between us. I’m frozen, stuck in my place as if I were compelled to stay. Then, Spike’s lips brush against mine. When I don’t shove him away, he deepens the kiss. The sensation is far too immaculate to be humanly possible. It’s both melting and electrifying, a transfer of energy. It’s the same feeling of floating in water on a hot summer’s day. There’s an unparalleled peace and tranquil complexity. It’s an utter breath of fresh air and a shift of overwhelming burning. Ironically while kissing a vampire, I’ve never felt more alive.

In a jolt, Spike pulls away. Thus, I lose the surge of energy I was thriving off of. It’s like a drug. He remains mere inches from my face. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, his eyes remaining on my lips. I-”

Already yearning for more, I slip my hand behind his head and take matters into my own hands. Urgently, I press my lips to Spike’s. At first, he’s stunned and unsure of himself. Then, he acts as urgent as me and squeezes my waist. His black painted nails dig into my skin as we both dive into the shared sensation, at least I think he’s experiencing what I am. All of this is foreign to me. God, he’s incredible. How could I not see it before? I suppose I felt the radiating potentional energy when he closed in on me in the living room. The entire room’s atmosphere shifted.

“Y/N!” Willow calls for me from inside.

Swiftly, Spike and I break apart. I struggle to catch my breath and he stares at me with amazement in his eyes.

“I think you’ll make me happy,” he whispers with a bit of awe in his tone.

“Y/N!” Dawnie calls.

Panicked, I hop up from my seated position at his side and move to head inside. I wipe my mouth and fix myself before reaching for the door. Stopping myself, I turn to address Spike. He remains on the step, peering off at the grass with a dazed look on his face. After glancing back at the door to make sure no one’s coming, I hurry and plant a quick kiss to Spike’s cheek. His head snaps in my direction, pulled from his train of thought. I brush my hand across his cheek, cupping his face as I slowly become lost in his emerald eyes. He leans into my touch softly and places his hand over mine on his cheek.

“I have to go,” I state disappointedly.

He nods, “you best get going, Pet.”

How could someone so beautiful possibly be evil? I don’t see what the others see.

“I’ll come back later tonight,” he assures me when I find it hard to leave. “Promise.”

I nod silently and rise from my position. Taking a deep breathe I head inside, glancing back only to find that Spike is already gone. Swallowing hard, I shut the door behind me.

“Y/N!” Dawnie breaks me from my thoughts. “There you are!” She crosses the kitchen and eagerly drags me toward the living room by the wrist.

As the sensation of Spike’s lips linger on my own, chills course over my skin. I find myself all giddy reliving the memory in my head. I can’t help but smile like a little girl. Quite frankly, it’s sickening. All day all I’ve done is think of Spike, except now it’s different. Before, I was dwelling over a century worth of horrid experiences. Now, I’m as light as air and immense power courses through my veins. It’s like a wild trip on supernatural drugs.

The rest of the night doesn’t exactly go as planned. Later into the party, Dawnie walked in covered in blood and in a daze. She must’ve left the party when none of us were looking and discovered she was The Key. She was rather out of it and Buffy was furious with her sister. While Buffy bid everyone to farewell downstairs, I sat with Dawn in her room. She wouldn’t let anyone else in. I continued to mend the cut on her arm with a charm. Her arm glowed as the skin started to close up. As I held her hand, I could feel the turmoil inside. She didn’t know it, but I was also transferring the bad energy from her and taking it in. It was probably the only reason she was letting me stay in there. Taking in that much bad energy in addition to still recovering from insight with Spike wasn’t my best decision, but I had to ease Dawn’s mind. While I was gone to fetch her some water, she climbed out the window, setting off Willow’s alarm. While Joyce panicked and Buffy ran out to find her, I got started on a tracking spell to find Dawn.

Currently, sitting on the living room on the floor, I have a map of Sunnydale in front of me. I swing my crystal pendulum above it. The light of the candles flicker wildly as I whisper my spell. I inhale and exhale calmly, visualizing Dawn.

“Is there a way we can make this go any faster?” Xander whispers not so quietly to Willow and Tara over on the couch.

“Y/N is twice, if not more powerful than me,” Willow compliments. “If it’s taking her this long, it would take me all night.”

“Shut up Xander,” I growl as I try to to focus. “Thanks Willow,” I add.

They both mutter apologizes. Then, I feel a tug on my hand and my crystal lands on a point on the map. The hospital.

“We have to go! Now!” I declare, rushing to the door. “I’ll drive!”

“I can too,” Xander offers. He’s kidding right?

“Thank you, but I think we’d be more helpful if we didn’t get there tomorrow morning,” I sass.

As the four of us hurry to my car parked in front of the house, I whip out my phone to call Buffy.

“You found her?” Spike voices from the speaker.

I pause, unprepared to hear his voice. Why is he answering Buffy’s phone? Snapping out of it, I announce urgently, “the hospital!”

“That’s a good lil witch,” he compliments with a purr.

Rolling my eyes, I hang up the phone and climb into the driver’s seat. Xander gets in next to me with Willow and Tara in the back. I can’t help but smile at Spike’s flirtatious remark. Geez, I’m annoying myself with all this fluffiness.

“Best hold on,” I warn everyone and they immediately buckle their seatbelts.

I turn on the car and immediately my rock music blasts from the radio. I chuckle wickedly, this part should be fun.

“Yep, we’re gonna die,” Xander nods, already panicking.

“Aw no never,” I giggle as I push my foot down on the gas. We zoom down the road and Willow screams. Actually, it might have been Xander.

We beat Spike and Buffy to the hospital or at least I find Dawn first in the massive building. As soon as we entered the hospital, I could sense Glory. She’s like a walking piece of nuclear energy. I followed her trail to the morgue. Xander and the others insisted on going in with me, but I told them to find Buffy. I can’t possibly take on Glory, but I can at least hold her off until help gets here. One crucial thing, I can’t let her touch me. If she touches me, I’ll slip into her mind. If I go deep enough, her mentality could influence my own. When someone lets me in, I’m letting them in too. Glory would have complete access to me and I’m not sure I could recover from that.

When I enter the morgue, Glory has Dawn pinned against the X-ray lights. Wait, Little Red Dress is the one causing all the ruckus? I mean, I saw her energy in my visions, but I never saw her face. Boy, she’s a piece of work.

“Hey! Shania Twain!” I shout at the goddess, making my presence known.

Glory whips her head around furiously, giving Dawn the chance to run behind me. “Who the hell are you?” She scoffs with disgust.

“Aw what, you were expecting Buffy?” I mockingly pout and whine. “Well, I guess you’re just gonna have to settle for me,” I snicker as I mentally prepare to kick her ass.

She rolls her eyes dramatically as though this is a major inconvenience for her. “The Slayer sends a human to do her dirty work? What are you, the sacrificial lamb?” She laughs wickedly, stealthily moving closer.

Ignoring her mocking, I focus on channeling my power. I’m not a fighter, it’s not why I use my magic. Again, that could have serious repercussions on my spirit and mind. I’ve heard of witches going down the rabbit hole of dark magic, it’s never pretty. Of course, sometimes I don’t have a choice, this being one of them.

“Enough chit-chat, I’m bored already,” Glory insults, checking her nails before running at me.

Immediately, I flick my hand in her direction. Bolts of electricity appear from my finger tips and pierce her chest. Similar to how Spike did earlier today, she flies back into the far well, breaking the X-ray lights. She falls to the floor with a moan of pain.

“Dawn, go outside! Find your sister!” I demand while approaching the curled up Glory

“I’m not leaving you!” My little cousin argues.

I whip my head around sharply at Dawn, “do as I-”

A searing pain strikes the back of my head and I fall to the floor with a gasp. Glory drops a metal tray on the floor beside me causing it to rattle. I attempt to crawl away toward Dawn, my head throbbing and sight blurry. Glory grabs my ankle, dragging me back. I scream and kicking my free leg at her to which she dodges.

“Uh uh uh, not so fast witch!” She teases. “Guess the Slayer didn’t send a mere human after all!” She starts to digs the point of her heel into my leg. I scream in pain, failing to get free without touching her skin. She laughs wickedly, “how’s that?!”

“How’s this you bitch?!” I snap, swinging my other leg around and knocking her to tile. I hurry to my feet, starting to feel lightheaded as I sway. Unstable on my feet, I reach up and feel the back of my head. My hair is wet. Bringing my hand in front of me, it’s covered in crimson. Okay, now i’m pissed!

With an invisible force, I pick Glory up by the throat and pin her against the wall with what little energy I have left. She struggles under my grip, her hands prying at the invisible hand keeping her there.

Coughing, she chokes out her insult, “looks like someone’s seen better days.”

“I’m going to send you right to Hell,” I hiss as I clench my fist tighter.

I try not to show, but I feel myself weakening. Blinking rapidly, I put everything I have into not slipping. I feel like I’ve run miles on no sleep. I have to stay awake. I can’t let Glory get to Dawn.

Glory whines, shaking to get loose. “You-” she coughs. “You don’t have the energy or power!”

Her words make me snap out of my drowsy state. I’m so over people underestimating me! Even Willow- of all people- could tell I hold potential to be a powerful witch and I met her just days ago! My frustration and hatred toward Glory becomes my driving force to channeling my power. Two highly negative emotions and I shouldn’t feed into them, it could make me fall down the rabbit hole of dark magic. Yet, dark magic is notorious for allowing witches to reach new levels of power. The unparalleled abilities I can channel from them... its alluring. I’m dancing on the line between control and losing myself in the darkness, it feels great!

“Wanna bet?!” I growl at the evil bitch, squeezing my fist tighter.

Glory’s face is starting to turn red as her ability to breathe minimizes. The sight brings me pleasure, amusement even. I giggle wickedly, moving in closer until I’m standing directly in front of her. “Poor, poor, Glory,” I coo, pouting at her mockingly. “Not having fun are we?”

“Y/N!” Buffy calls from behind me.

I turn over my shoulder and see her running in with the others, including Spike. As I’m distracted, my grip on Glory goes weak and jumps on me. I wiggle under her as she climbs on top of me.

Glory grips both sides of my head, “You dare-” she slams my head against the floor. “-use your magic-” the pain hits again “-on me!”

“Stop her!” Dawn screams to Buffy.

Hearing Dawn’s voice triggers something in me. I have to continue fighting to protect her. Dazed and borderline unconscious, I grab Glory’s wrists and use a spell to burn her skin with what little brain power I have. She hisses, releasing my hair long enough for me to knock her over. As I get on top of her, my vision goes black. Oh no, here we go…

Banishment, shame, anger, frustration. All I need is The Key and I’ll return to Hell as the greatest goddess of evil to ever exist. I don’t care what or who gets in my way, I’ll just kill them.

I see it, the gates of Hell as they open with evil laughter. I belong here, it’s my home. It’s far better than disgusting Earth with its annoying humans and animals. I approach the gates, hearing the screams of tortured souls around me. It’s such a beautiful sound. Inside, I feel so empty, it’s great! The pleasure of not having a soul. I feel nothing other than the joy of other’s pain.

Voices fill my head, evil, vile, alluring voices. Then, four black mist-like figures appear in a circle around me. Their eyes are as red rubies and stare sharply at me.

“You’ve failed, Glorificus,” one figures yells at me.

“You’re being banished!” Another laughs wickedly.

“You’re nothing now,” a third insults with amusement. “Weakness consumes you.”

“You’re shall live as a human and suffer living with a soul,” the original demands.

Suddenly, I feel something tug at my legs. Looking down, I see the root-like ground reaching up and pulling me down. I scream, but nothing comes out. I attempt to use my powers, but nothing is working. I kick and fight off the roots traveling up my body, yet they’re stronger. I fall to the ground and the roots consume me. I feel them crushing me. I scream, but nothing comes out.

One of the figures kneels beside me, “And you shall die a miserable death….” it snickers.

As if I were jolting awake from a nightmare, I fly up from the floor with a scream. All I see are the red eyes of the Hell entities. Clenching my chest, I struggle to catch my breath. I feel them around around me, the roots and the black figures. My sight is blurry with tears as I glance beside me to see Buffy fighting Glory. Lightheaded, I find it hard to process what’s happening.

Suddenly, someone grabs me and scoops up from the floor, carrying me away.

“No! No!” I scream, flailing in their hold. My vision becomes worse as tears travel freely from my eyes. “Help me!” I cry, “please!”

I’m still in Hell! The entities! The four dark figures with their bright red eyes! They’re going to come for me! They’re going to keep me in Hell! They’re going to kill me!

“Hey! Hey!” A voice whispers.

I’m finally set down and my head whips around to take in my surroundings. I’m sitting me on a hospital bed in a familiar hall. My body trembles with fear as nothing feels real. This isn’t real! No, I’m still in Hell! They’re mocking me! They’re trying to play with my head!

A familiar figure leans down to my level, Spike. Wide-eyed, I can’t help but shake from fear. He’s not real! None of this is real! Hell is a cold prison filled with despair. There was no ounce of joy or light. It sucked every bit of happiness from soul and I was left without a voice. They’re using Spike to tease me. I wish he was really here.

I cry, starring off at the distant floor. I want Spike here. I claw my arms and and pull at my hair. This nightmare feels so real. This fake body feels the pain.

The fake Spike reaches out to stop my hands. “Y/N, Y/N, no! Don’t do that, Love! You’re okay. You’re okay,” he whispers, reaching up and brushing my head gently.

I jump at the sudden feeling of his touch. He flinches at my reaction. Cautiously, he steps back to give me my space. He isn’t real, this is a test. He’s a demon. He’s one of those wicked figures in disguise! Holding up his hands, the figure shows me that he won’t touch me. Pretending to be worried, he analyzes my face.

“What did she do to you?” He mumbles to himself, false sympathy and concern in his tone. “What did you see?”

Empty, my body runs cold. I’m surrounded by life, at least an allusion of it, but there’s none in me. Everything is dark and bitter. Hatred and despair consume what’s left of me. I’m drowning in it. This isn’t real. None of this real. It can’t be real.

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