auhf i have so many ideas for what'll happen in the "buffy watches the show" fic (which is atm tentatively titled "the past is never far behind).... ive just been jotting them down in the notes app on my phone but im not sure how many of these will actually make it into the final fic(s) just because i havent fully outlined everything yet...
if it comes down to it and i end up not using some of the scene ideas i'll make a seperate fic with all of them as individual chapters as like a peek behind the curtain for whatever the actual scenes turn out to be because like everything about this fic just keeps invading my brain
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BtVS/Hardboiled Wonderland and the End of the World crossover. Instead of the Initiative, we have a very special cyber-security project, lead by the scientist's granddaughter. they have learned their lesson about unethical human experimentation, but vampire experimentation is another story. Instead of a chip in his head, Spike now has a City (and a ticking timebomb). Much angst and waffle about the nature of the soul, the consciousness, and the conscience. Buffy fights a gross fish demon.
BtVS/PG Wodehouse crossover. Spike and Dru infiltrate Blandings.
BtVS/ Provincial Lady series crossover. One of the prequel comics (which I have not read) is about Spike and Dru at the Chicago World Fair, being pursued by vengeful relatives of the Chinese Slayer Spike killed. IRL, the author of the Provincial Lady books also visited that same World Fair. It would be funny if they ran into eachother and she wrote about it, is all.
Phantom of the Opera/Crazy Ex-Girlfriend crossover. I don't even know. the only point to this would be having Erik's mother race through five levels of sub-basement singing Where's the Bathroom. that's it, that's literally it.
Wow! I am late! Thanks for the patience, Meg <3 My massive disclaimer is that I haven't written romance in a while and I'm still getting a feel for writing Jenny, so apologies!
Kiss... on a place of insecurity.
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Jenny Calendar knows that her days with Rupert Giles are numbered.
She isn't stupid. She's known, from the beginning, that this relationship was going to be merely temporary. No matter how bad, no matter how achingly she wants, more than anything, for it it to work.
There are a variety of factors for how doomed her dating Rupert was going to be. Chief among them is the hunk-shaped vampire of an elephant in the room. Angelus—no, Angel; she knows that he's different than the monster that murdered her ancestors (or is he?)—is a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.
Buffy Summers, meanwhile, is too damn young to be a child soldier, and too damn young to be dating someone in his hundreds. (But, again; she would ruin the fragile peace here—and her cover—if she intervenes. It isn't worth burning bridges for the sake of making a flaming torch. It will light the way, but at what cost? Not a cost she wants to examine.)
Sunnydale is one minor monster or odd magic portal away from yet another end-time shitshow. (Not even her friends on the forums could believe her misfortune. The end is beyond seriously nigh. It's right at her doorstep, constantly. She was bored of a boring life, but Sunnydale's messiness sure felt like an overcorrection...)
As for her? Jenny isn't immune, either, to what will unfold—to the fate that awaits her. After all, her history, her duty towards her clan, weighs upon her. She must do what she must. She wants to tell them, but there's never a good time. Will they understand? Read it as betrayal? Who knows. But, that's an issue for later.
For now, she has Giles, and she's happy.
With England, with his stiff upper lip and his oddly-endearing wrinkles and the way he stammers through sentences and blushes when he's flustered... She can forget, if only for a moment. He's older; around a decade older, at that. But he's nice. There's a darkness there, behind the aloofness. Sometimes, when she watches him look at the kids—his kids, he's caught himself saying, even as he insists that he purely cares about them from a duty perspective, but Jenny knows—there's something else there. He adores those kids, and would die for them.
He also, she realizes, would die for her, if she'd let him. She isn't sure how to feel about this.
So, as she is catching herself, one early January afternoon, leaning against her desk between class periods, Rupert's right arm in the small of her back, his left hand cradling the back of her head, and his lips (slightly chapped) against hers, she knows that it will end one day. She can feel her destiny, twining around them, whispering doubts and insecurities in her ear.
He lets go, eventually, face flushed and sort of breathless, smiling like an idiot, and she smiles back.
For now, she has this delicate, fragile, hopeful love. She will cherish it—and the man before her—with every bit of strength she's got.
Xander invites himself over to Giles's, leading to a (reluctant) surprise sleepover. But, when Xander has a nightmare, Rupert realizes that the true reason for Xander's unannounced visit is darker than the boy had initially let on...
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Rupert Giles/Spike
Characters: Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Rupert Giles
Additional Tags: Past Drusilla/Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Past Angelus/Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), POV Spike (Buffy the Vampire Slayer), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV) Season 4, Bathtub captivity inspired, Blood Feeding, Power Dynamics, There's trust in there if you look for it, Spike has issues, Giles is letting lose, Blow Jobs
Summary:
“You know,” Giles tells him casually on the fifth day of his bathtub captivity, “I donate blood quite often. There's not much to it, really,” Giles insists, “they give you a sandwich afterwards, sets you right as rain.”
Spike is bored. He's chained up and helpless, but mostly he's just bored, which is probably why he replies.
“Kudos to you for the Good Samaritan act, Watcher. I'd clap, yeah?” he holds up his manacled hands, “but I'm a little tied up right now.”
Giles sighs, putters about with the things he keeps on the edge of the sink. “I merely meant that I could help you out, Spike. That's all.”
“Oh is it, now?” Spike stalls, he can feel his teeth sharpen at the thought, the call for fresh blood in his stagnant veins. “And what's in it for you?”
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17: to distract...to which I say "ohohohohhohohooooYES"
"…and this is where the emails are stored," Jenny said, hovering over the little pixellated letter symbol with her mouse. "You know, emails? Little letters that live in the idiot box? Those things you never reply—"
"Yes, yes, alright," Giles grumbled. "I understand, thank you."
Jenny grinned, immensely pleased with her continued success at getting under Giles' skin; even though their 'feud' had been settled and they were several dates in, Jenny still got a little kick out of it. What could she say? Rupert got a little cute when he was exasperated.
"D'you remember what I told you about phishing scams?" Jenny checked.
"Ah, yes," Giles confirmed. "The, ah…how did you put it…nasty ghoulies that wriggle into your inbox to steal your identity, yes? A sort of…demon, was it?"
"A mail daemon, but yeah, you got it. Pretty much." She hoped.
With a pleased little hum, Rupert moved to switch off the new computer that Jenny had fitted into his office, entirely ready to be finished for the day.
"Ah ah," Jenny scolded playfully. "We've barely even scraped the surface with computers, Rupert. Sit back down."
With a world-wearied sigh, Rupert slowly removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Jenny, I really do not see how difficult this could possibly be. It is a box full of wires; I would like to go home at—"
Slyly, Jenny stood up, pushing herself onto her tip-toes to reach Rupert's level—well, almost. She did what she could. With a knowing smile, gazing up through thick, dark lashes, she hovered close enough to his lips that she could feel his breath tickling her forehead.
"You wanna go home?"
"I—well—there is plenty to be done—"
"Yeah?"
"Y—yes, such as…"
He paused, trailing off weakly. This gave Jenny the perfect opening and, before he could complete his excuse for skipping out on computer training, she brushed his lips with hers. A slow, careful kiss, their lips slotting together like pieces of a puzzle as a hand settled on her waist, another cradling the back of her head. As Jenny broke off the kiss, Rupert leaned forward again, chasing her mouth with his own.
To his chagrin, he was instead met with the palm of her hand.
"Still want to ditch your lesson?" Jenny checked. "Be my guest."
"W—well," Rupert flustered. "I suppose that…that a few more lessons surely would not hurt. I am, as you know, eager to learn."
Jenny snorted, pulling Rupert back down to the computer by his tie; it was time for him to learn about the wonderful world of Trojan Horse Viruses. And if she had to distract him from one of his technophobic ramblings with her lips, well, she couldn't find it in herself to be disappointed about that.
evil angelus x femreader and he just LOVES overstimulating and humiliating herrr 🙏🙏
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
NSFW
“I knew you were a little slut,” Angelus purred in your ear as his tongue slowly moved over your pulse. The obscene wet sounds your body made for him as two of his thicker fingers stuffed your pussy full echoed in your bedroom. The soft pastel colours surrounding the both of you are so completely opposite to the act happening.
“He knew it too,” he didn’t have to say Angel’s name for you to know who he was speaking about. His words only brought a blush moving over your skin and his amusement flashed in his eyes. “Yeah, he could smell you. I can smell you.” Angelus continued to purr as his thumb brushed over your sweet, sensitive clit.
“You were creaming your panties with every look he gave you.” You hated how right he was and the lack of words you could get out as he pressed against your soft, spongy spot. It was enough for you to soak his fingers already as your stomach clenched. Your toes curling as his words were enough to push you over the edge.
Not that it stopped him. His fingers fucked you through your climax; curling with ease as he pressed against your sweet spot and even as you clamped down on his fingers - he added a third. The pain of being stretched had a sob escaping you; your eyes rolling as he quickened his pace.
Your hand delicately reached for his wrist as if you had the strength to push him away. As if you even wanted to. His dark chuckles only echoed in your ear as his free hand came down on your soaked, creamy pussy. Your body jerked as you whined breathlessly; your face screwing up in pleasure.
“I see you didn’t un-invite me in like the rest of your little friends, hmm?” His smirk only widened as he watched your reactions. His palm slapping against your pretty clit with each thrust of his fingers. His free hand slowly moved up your body; goosebumps following the path as he pressed you against the sheets.
“I wonder what they would say about you now,” he hummed as he lent closer; the sound of your heart racing echoed in his ears. “Please..please..oh.” You hardly knew what you were begging for now as he brushed your noses together; your scent washing over him had his thick cock twitching in his pants.
Your body only continued to thrash as the intense pleasure moved over your whole body. There was no mercy in his eyes and the look had your heart skipping a beat. Judying by his smirk spreading wider; he was aware of it. As your gasps of pleasure slipped out; Angelus leaned in and hungrily captured your soft lips.
Your tongues eagerly found each other; his dominated yours with ease as you whimpered against him. Your hands reaching for the sheets surrounding you; clutching them as each passing moment had you closer to another release. Angelus began to place open mouthed kisses down your neck.
It was only the feel of his sharper teeth touching your soft skin did you realise his face had changed. Gone was the face of an angel the watcher diaries had written about and in its place was a monster and all you did was squirt on his fingers. His digits completely drenched with you.
“Oh, you are going to be such a good pet to keep around.” The blush moved over your face and easily travelled down your body at his words and your own actions. God, you really were pathetic. The whine that escaped you at the feeling of being so empty when his fingers were roughly removed brought only shame.
“Shh, kitten…shhh, here you go.” He gave you his soaked fingers as if to comfort you. You gagged around them; drool now mixing in with your slickness as he pressed against your tongue. Your eyes now in a daze as he watched you begin to suck them. “Good girl.” The praise had you arching towards him.
Those same eyes widened as you felt the fat, mushroom head of his cock pressing against your creamy pussy. Your lips spread for him as inch by inch he pressed in. “Fuck…” Angelus grunted as his free hand moved to cup himself, guiding his cock deeper as a ring of cream already began to form around him.
The fingers that were in your mouth were soon removed too as his hand moved to the nape of your neck and pulled; forcing you to watch as he opened you up. His cock filling you completely now. “Be a good girl now…we are not finished.” Your lips parted as he crawled up your body; pressing against you as he moved your legs; bending them to your head nearly.
You tightened around him as he pressed against your spongy spot that had you leaking around him. “Yeah, that’s it, hmm? Fucking pathetic.” His hips rocked; quickening his pace as he locked eyes with you. Your grunts of pleasure were nearly animalistic as your eyes rolled back at the brutal pace he continued with.
“Dance with me, Buffy,” Drusilla murmurs in her ear, and Buffy laughs again.
“Okay,” she says, and they sway together, hands linked, arms around each other, sitting pressed up next to each other in the backseat of the Firebird. She puts her head on Drusilla’s shoulder and catches Spike turning to watch them on a straight stretch of freeway.
Yeah. She’s not alone. Not now, and not ever again.
OR: willow’s spell in 'becoming p2' worked - it gave angel his soul back, sure. but it also gave drusilla and spike their souls back. this is buffy, dealing with it.
(an ethan rayne-isn’t-evil, BUFFY/SPIKE/DRUSILLA rewrite of BtVS. goes majorly au from the s2 finale onwards.)
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ALSO IN THE SERIES:
(post-s2/s3)
At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean [806 words]
I'd paint my nails and pop my gum [712 words]
(s4)
back to the kitty ('cause she's kinda pretty) [1817 words]
(s5)
a true picture of something else [690 words]
For you, the living, this mash was meant [3555 words]
(s6)
The moon has already set; the nightingales sing. [1047 words]
conspicuous and relatively abrupt. [951 words]
(s7)
run and catch [2141 words]
(post-canon)
eaten up by the sun and the wind [527 words]
She's been sleeping (in the devil's bed) [3232 words]
