#imarebcl

Send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

1.) Willow has been known to buy blood for Spike, providing that she doesn’t have to actually look at what’s in the paper bag. In addition, she has also decorated a certain mug for him as a present, although exactly how it was received, she doesn’t know.

2.) Even though she didn’t do so at that exact moment, Willow has thanked Spike for exposing Tara’s ‘family’ as liars multiple times. Without that, she isn’t sure what would have been the outcome of the entire situation.

3.) Reprising what she said to Riley, Willow has threatened to beat Spike with a shovel, providing he hurts Buffy at any point.

              '    your poetry surely is something, william.   ' she strolls alongside him, completely unashamed to be seen with him. the man known as william the bloody for his awful poetry had definitely caught her attention. anyone ( & especially a vampire ) could practically smell the loneliess & potential he radiated. he was someone katerina the peasant girl would've found to be a great companion but this wasn't katerina --------------- this was KATHERINE PIERCE.        '         haven't you longed for something outside this life ?      '

       ‘ now what was this about you saying i’m not a REAL vampire ? ‘ graceful digits trailed up his chest in a playful manner as she recalled one of their previous conversations, her blue green eyes was HUNGRY for the taste of something as sweet as she could only get through the human veins. she craved it right now more than anything else. no emotions attached was the best thing she could’ve done for herself. maybe he DID have it right. ‘ ------- i’ll prove you wrong. ‘

          “How’d it go?” Fred questioned, cheerfully enough, her gaze still locked onto the microscope that she was currently engaged in fiddling with, her teeth pinching against the inside of her cheek as she increased the magnification just .... so...   “Did you bring me anything?”  She asked, cheekily, with an easy grin as she finally pulled her gaze away to blink upwards at the blonde vampire, hopeful.  “The specimens you brought from the last outing were really quite intriguing, if my assessment is accurate, the parchments predate --”  She took a half breath, aware that she was about to break into a spiel of the long sort, and her grin turned sheepish.