#wesley wyndam price x reader

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Secret Santa

12 Days of Christmas: Day 1

Pairing: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce x reader

Request: If you're still accepting winter requests could I have a wesley x reader where the reader tells wesley that they still stubbornly believe in Santa claus so he gets them a gift and they do the "Santa's handwriting looks suspiciously like yours" line? I love your writing btw and hope you have a good winter!

Requested by: @alltheangstmygifttoyou​

You were sat in the library with your nose in a book. He had joined you again. The same guy, always sat two seats away from you. He never spoke to you, sometimes he glanced over when he thought you weren’t looking. You were relaxed in his presence, not many could do that. For some unknown reason in your soul, you trusted him.

You came here for fun, to find a peaceful place to read. Your apartment was full of roommates and you paid too much for very little personal space. So you spent a lot of your free time here. It was an escape from the mundane. You went on epic adventures, got lost in new lands. Met angels and demons. Read tales of good and evil. You could only dream of being a part of something like that. It was everything you wanted. Sometimes you read non-fiction. Wanting to absorb as much information as you could. You liked learning and you knew knowledge was important. The guy often noted what you were reading, he was fascinated by the array of texts you would read.

This man, a rogue demon hunter by night and a regular of the library by day was named Wesley. He had been travelling since his stint as a watcher in Sunnydale and had settled here for the moment. The truth was, Wesley had been building up the courage to speak to you for a while. He loved to sit in the library it had a great atmosphere for when he needed to focus. But since he had noticed you, the last thing he could do was focus.

He caught your eye often and sometimes you shared a smile. It was as if you were both holding your breath, seeing if the other would make a move first. But neither of you did. That was, until one day. In early December. Today. You had been to the market earlier that day and had decided to treat yourself by buying yourself some old trinket from the flea market on your way to the library. This had caught the man’s eyes and you smiled. But today, he didn’t smile back. He was staring from your neck to your face with concern. He paused for a moment, but he had to say something.

“H-Hello, could I, um, borrow that necklace?” he whispered and pointed at the chain around your neck. You blinked at him. Your frown now matching his. He never spoke to you before and the first thing he wanted was to borrow the gold chain around your neck. He hadn’t complimented it. Hadn’t said that he liked how unique it was. Just asked you to remove it.

“No, it’s mine. Sorry” you shifted away from him trying to get back into your book. But he persisted moving seats right beside you.

“it’s glowing and… leaking a yellow liquid that I know for certain is a concentration of yak’s blood and wolfsbane” He stated trying to get you to understand. The necklace had been dipped in the potion and cursed to hold something by his quick assessment of the situation.

“Sorry, you’ll have to get your own. Perhaps put it on your Christmas list to Santa” You offered unhelpfully as he looked at you aghast at the suggestion. Especially so when

“There is no such thing as Santa, now won’t you please listen to what I’m saying”

“I’ve seen you around here, you know… I had been hoping you would say something but you never did” You said slowly frowning at the way he had denounced Santa so easily, “Now I know why, you’re basically Scrooge McDuck”

“I assume that this is some caricature of one Ebenezer Scrooge and not a backhanded compliment” He muttered, shaking his head. He had imagined your first interaction going a lot smoother than this. He remembered what he was trying to do and focused on the threat instead, “I just think it would be wise for you to remove the chain and pass it over to me slowly” he said, his arms raised to highlight how serious he was. You got up to leave and he followed you out.

“But this was my Christmas present to myself, I found it on the market! And, even if I wasn’t attached to the chain, you just ruined my favourite time of year by denying Santa’s existence!” You hissed at him as you left the main room of the library and into the corridor leading to the exit.

“What are you talking about-”

“You know that the magic of Christmas, and more importantly, Santa only works if you believe” you insisted, your face deadly serious as you turned back to look at him. Stopping dead in the corridor.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Just- give me the-” he grabbed at the necklace and tugged it, breaking the clasp and pulling it from your neck. You frown, trying to snatch it back. You end up doing a crude tug-of-war with the gold chain.

This was when you both felt a white hot heat burning your fingertips. You both knew you had messed up as you yelped in unison and dropped the chain to the ground. A white light blinded you both momentarily and when it disappeared a demon was towering over you. Your eyes widened. You had never seen anything like it. You had a certain level of belief in the things you could not see or explain but you had never considered something like this. Never expected anything like the fantasy you had read in books to become a reality. But there was no other explanation than this was a demon. Perhaps it came from the books… or, oh, of course. The necklace.

“Who hath summoned me? Reveal yourself!” The booming voice echoed around the corridor as he shrugged off the tinsel he had knocked down from the walls as he had appeared. He stamped on it for good measure and scowled around.

A librarian came to tell the group to be quiet, her finger hovering over her lip ready to motion you to be silent. However, when she saw the identity of the one making all the noise she backed out of the hall and back through the double doors into the main library, shaking her head. That was more trouble than it was worth.

That left you, the Englishman and this unusual creature that kind of looked half yak, half Santa clause if he had spent the night passed out in a bush. He even had jingle bells on the lining of his cloth outfit.

“Speak, child! Who dares stand before me?!” the giant pointed at you. But Wesley stepped in front of you.

“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, demon hunter” He recited, staring in his eyes and hoping nobody else saw his slight shaking.

“You wish to hunt me as sport? Do you know who I am?” he asked.

“Hogroth, warrior demon of the Land of Lap” Wesley stated quickly. Your eyes widened. This was too good to be true. Well, it would be if a demon who was tangled up in tinsel as if it was a web

Hogroth unsheathed his weapon and Wesley quickly started to fight against him.

After trading blows and dodging the sharp edge of the sword, Wes managed to knock the weapon from his hand. This appeared to even surprise himself. He grabbed the sword and pointed it at his chest before slashing at it. They fought against each other as you watched on like a spare part,  with the demon unwrapping the tinsel from its upper arm and used it to try and strangle Wesley.

You couldn’t let this happen. You needed a distraction. You shrugged, remembering something you had read in a fight scene. You might as well give this a go. If it was a dream you would just wake up and if it wasn’t, well, you tried to push that thought away. You ran up and jumped onto his back covering his eyes as he hit out wildly. Hogroth grabbed you and flipped you over his head leaving you landing hard on the floor. Wesley saw his chance and plunged the demon’s own knife into his heart. This left him sinking to his knees and disappearing in the same way he came. You managed to haul yourself up, breathing heavily and wondering if there had been something stronger than nutmeg in the Christmas cookies one of your roommates had given you before you left the house that day.

“Thank you, for helping me” Wesley said sincerely, “It means a great deal to me, and I do apologise about your, uh, jewellery” he motioned to the blackened scorch mark that had once been your nice chain.

“Don’t mention it” You shrugged, a lot cooler than you felt. You were still a little bemused. But of course you would help him even if you were still a little put out from the way he had so cruelly cut down your talk of Santa. You liked the magic of Christmas and if a Hogwarts demon, or whatever it was that the man said he was existed then why not Santa? It was hypocritical but you supposed it wasn’t really a necessary argument. You decided to just say your goodbyes although you did avoid the library for a while after this. You decided to have some space away from the demon you had watched die and also the self-appointed demon hunter who had insisted Santa didn’t exist.

Finally, you caved. It was the week leading up to Christmas and you had to go to return your books before the library closed for the holidays. You also needed some time out of the apartment, someone new had moved in and you had no plans over the holiday season not just because you expected your room to have been rented out if you left too far away from town. You decided the coast was clear and you stowed away in a corner to read with some peace. Time had passed and you had been transported to amazing worlds that were detailed on the pages. It made you think about what had happened. About the possibility there were real adventures out there. Real monsters to vanquish. Real heroes. Real people to offer your heart to.

“I wish to apologise properly” a familiar English voice spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. One that had been in your mind since that day. The day you met a demon for the first time. The day you met a man that you could see as a kind of angel. He sat down opposite you, a low table with a poinsettia between you.

“That’s okay, I think Santa’s the one you should be apologising to really” You say without looking up from your page, although you had stopped reading.

He just nodded once and slid a wrapped box towards you. It made you close your book slowly, looking first at him and then the gift. You cautiously reached out and turned over the note attached.

Dear y/n,

I hope that you can forgive Wesley he really likes you – it is the season of forgiveness.

He’s sorry.

Love, Santa

“Santa’s handwriting looks suspiciously like yours” You say seriously which actually made him smile wide. He was fond of you before he had even gotten to know you fully. One more look from your bright eyes or a smile from your lips and he was yours. Forever. It really was a storybook romance as you had been worrying about believing too easily. He couldn’t help but want to be with you, want to protect you. And he hoped this gift would mean that you forgave him and you could get to know each other better.

“You do not know what Santa’s handwriting looks like” He murmured, but you gave him a look as if to say of course you did. Your attention then moved to the gift. You opened the packaging slowly, savouring the moment. You had this feeling. Like this magic inside. You knew deep down that this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your days with.

When you opened it, a perfect chain was laying on the velvet material. You gasped, trying to insist he didn’t have to do it. This was too much for an acquaintance to give.

“You lost your necklace, of course you needed a new one” He said simply, not allowing himself to gush the very feelings he had now started to harbour. It was too much to put on a person too quick. He had never believed in the kind of love in movies, much less love at first sight. But he truly understood it now.

“But I haven’t got you anything…” you say softly.

“I think, perhaps, you could do me the honour of going on a date with me? I am new here”

“Demon hunting keeps you on the road?” You say and he looks away a little embarrassed. You could see this meant a lot to him. He was lonely, “I can think of a better present” You offered, leaning in. Your eyes cast towards his lips and then back up to his eyes. He threaded his hand between the hair at the base of your neck, pulling you into him. Your lips met and a growing fever ignited inside the both of you. Your affections growing. The potential of this union a dizzying prospect. Your lips moved together softly, such feeling transferring between each other.

This Christmas was the start of a true adventure. Falling in love had been the easy part. But learning of the true extent of the demon underworld and meeting some of Wesley’s acquaintances brought more danger. You wouldn’t trade your place to be back in that cramped apartment without Wesley in your life though. For a start, he let you decorate the flat you shared in any way you liked for Christmas. He often helped and listened to direction with an adoring smile on his face when he looked at you.

Nothing ever took you away from each other. And nothing ever took Christmas away from you. Every year you celebrate with gusto and every year you can feel yourself falling more and more in love for your dorky rogue demon hunter. No matter what anyone else thought of him, he would always be your hero. Since the first day you properly met.

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Cuts And Bruises

Fandom: Angel (Buffy TVS)

Pairing: Wesley x reader

Characters: Wesley, (y/n), Angel + Angelus, Cordelia, a little bit of Faith

Summary: Set during the events of a few episodes in season 1 of Angel. Angelus spills a little secret of yours. Everyone takes a beating from Faith and Wesley is waiting for you to wake up at hospital.

Author´s note: I know I´m probably like 15 years late to add to this fandom, but I started rewatching the series and I rediscovered my love for Wesley :D Enjoy the fluff please.

“And you… What to do with you? Always so scared.” Angelus said standing right in front of me. I was shaking, thinking we would all die right now. “Always thinking you´re not good enough. Not good enough to work for Angel, not good enough to be friends with Cordelia and oohh, not good enough to even cross Wesley´s mind.” Now I was scared and angry. “And you know what? You´re right.” He mockingly said and approached. “Yeah. Maybe. But you know what? I´m good enough for me!” I shouted at him as Wesley tackled him down the elevator shaft.  We strapped him to his bed with chains. I didn´t even look at any of them and left quickly. I felt Cordelia´s eyes on my back but I didn´t stop to look at her. The next day I came to the office and Cordelia came to me hugging me. “I´m sorry about yesterday.” I said. “You´re sorry? I am sorry.” She smiled. “I know I´m not easy to be around sometimes. But I always considered you my friend. You hear me?” She asked. I just nodded down at her and smiled. “Angelus´s  an ass.” I said. “Yeah. But the good version wants to talk to you.” She said. “Alright. Thanks.” I said and headed down to see Angel. “But really? Wesley?” She added when I turned my back to her. I just shrugged and looked away quickly going down the steps.

“Angel?”I asked stepping into his apartment. There was some shuffling in the kitchen. “(y/n)?” He poked out and came closer. “Hi.” I smiled weakly. “Hey. I- um... You weren´t here last night, after... You know. And  I just... Wanted to apologize.” He said looking at me. “It´s okay. There´s no need to, really.” I knew it wasn´t really him, I was just a bit upset that the others heard it all too. “It made me realize I actually like myself.” I laughed feebly. “I´m still sorry.” He said sitting on a chair behind him. “Did you speak with the others?” He asked. “With Cordy, yeah. Not with Wesley, though.” I sighed. “It is gonna be awkward. Jeez. I don´t know what to say in this kind of a situation. Any help?” I looked at him a bit desperate. “I´m not the best guy for that, I´m afraid.” He looked down.

But before I could say anything to Wes, Faith was in the town and there was no mood for talking about such things. And before I even knew how, I was getting punched in my face and having my arm broken by the crazy slayer. I passed out just a few meters away from Cordelia.

“Where´s Wesley?” I asked when I woke up. “She took him. I called Angel, he´s after them.” Said Cordelia. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Yeah... I Guess. You look like hell, though.” She said. I screamed as I was trying to get up realizing my arm was broken. “Damn it.” Said Cordelia as I passed out again. When I woke up again I was in a hospital.

I couldn´t open my eyes at first because everything was too bright. I felt that my left arm was unbelievably heavy and I realized my forearm was in a cast. I made a quiet grunt when I moved slightly, because my head hurt like hell. When I heard some shuffling beside the bed I was laying in, I finally opened my eyes and looked in the direction. “Wes?” I whispered in surprise. He was there, with cuts and bruises covering most of his visible skin. “(y/n)!” He yelped in surprise as if he was lost in his thoughts until now. “You´re awake, I´ll call the nurse –“ Before he could run off anywhere I tried to catch him with my good hand. I only managed to get a very light grip on the sleeve of his shirt. “Stay.” I whispered not wanting him to leave now and he sat back down on the chair beside my bed. “Angel and Cordy? Are they okay?” I asked suddenly, not sure of what happened to them. “They are back at Angel´s place. They´re fine.” He said but didn´t smile. I just nodded with a relieved sigh and then I looked at him properly. He didn´t have his glasses on and I recognised the dark circles around his eyes which weren´t bruises. He was tired. “Are you okay?” I asked him. “Well, since you´re the one laying in a hospital bed, I think -” I cut him off again. “Wes... Are you okay?” He knew what I meant. Faith used to be his responsibility and he felt, that everything that had happened was on him. “I am...” He said, but his eyes shifted. “I will be.” He sighed. I felt so sorry for him. He didn´t deserve to feel like this. His eyes still avoided mine. I suddenly realized what had happened those many nights ago, how Angelus let out my little secret and how there hadn´t been time to address it. Up until now. “Wesley, I...” I started and shifted in my spot, the broken arm starting to hurt more as I moved. Wesley quickly stood up and tried to help me to sit up as he saw me struggling. “I thought I was going to lose you.” He said suddenly and there were tears in his eyes. “And the thought that it would be my fault...” He trailed off and the tears found their way out of his eyes. “I´m alright. We´re all alright. None of this was your fault. You cannot blame yourself like this.” He looked away from me completely. “She´s there with them.” He said out of nowhere. “You mean Faith?” I asked surprised. “Yes. She broke down, wanted Angel to kill her. He took her in.” He rubbed his eyes but winced when he touched one of his wounds. “And you couldn´t go there. I understand.” I waited for him to look back at me. “So you stayed here.”  That seemed to startle him. “No! I mean yes, but I... I...” He tried to recollect himself and I patiently waited. Faith in general was a sensitive topic, but after this... Well I couldn´t imagine what he must´ve gone through. “After Angel had brought her back to his place, he told me you were in the hospital, that Cordelia got you here. And I was so angry – at Angel, at least in that moment. I had to get out of there and I got so scared that you...” His words were getting quicker again. “I just never want to see her again. I don´t want to see her hurting the people I... people around me.” He said in a tone I didn´t really recognize, he was angry and right in this moment, he seemed dangerous. Before I could say anything a nurse walked in to check on me. “Morning.” She said and eyed Wesley who was standing with his back to her, looking out of the window. “I´ll be back in a few, okay (y/n)?” He asked quietly and left the room before I could say anything. “Quite a fella. What happened to him?” the nurse asked, looking at the closed door and back to me. I just continued staring at the door.  “Something  bad. He was just trying to protect his friends.”

He was even more angry when he stormed out of the office. Still at Angel and at Faith but even at himself. If he was just better at... at everything, things would be easier. Wesley couldn´t stay in the office, not with Faith being treated by Angel as if nothing had happened. He decided to return to the hospital. He was more calm when he knew that she´s alive and well – especially when he knew it from sitting right next to her. But he was also a little nervous now, because of the way he behaved to her before. He was tired, but he didn´t think of going back to his place to get some sleep, not for a second.

There was knock on the door maybe two hours later. After Wesley left, a doctor came in and told me what injuries I had and tried to ask me what had happened. I had nasty bruising on the left side of my face, my left arm was broken just under the elbow and also my left little finger seemed to have broken at some point during the fight. I didn´t tell them what had happened, I only claimed that I couldn´t remember much. “Come in.” I said and Wesley´s head popped inside the room. He looked different. He probably took some time to calm down and to think. “Hello, stranger.” I smiled at him as I swung my feet from the bed to sit normally for a while. I felt much more awake, the painkillers and sleeping pills wearing off.  “Hey” He said as he tried to return the smile. I patted the spot next to me on the bed and he sat down with two mugs in his hands. “I brought you some proper tea.” He looked at me for a second and handed me the mug. “Milk and sugar, right?” He asked, just to be sure. “Yes, thank you so much. That´s exactly what I need.” I enjoyed the warmth of the liquid in my hands and the smell of earl grey. It was one of those smells that were just... Wesley, at least for me. “I wanted to apologize for earlier.” He said looking into his cup. “For being on edge like that. I wanted to be here for you and I only ended up being a big softie.” I looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder. “There is nothing to apologize for. I realize it must´ve been much worse for you. I´m very grateful that you decided to stay here with me.” I smiled at him and he finally returned the smile. A true smile. “How is your arm?” He asked. “Well, still broken. The bruises on my face are probably worse...” I said and realized that I haven´t even seen myself in a mirror. My face was probably all purple and my hair sticking into every direction. I felt the heat rising up my cheeks and turned away slightly. “I look horrible, don´t I?” I hid behind the cup, which I raised to my face. Wesley pushed my hands down, set both of the mugs down on a table and forced me to look at him. “You look beautiful. And I will never allow something like this happening to you again.” My face was probably completely red and I felt the famous butterflies in my stomach flying around. Wesley was never this direct; he was a stuttering and awkward mess when it came to women. But not now. The man sitting next to me was a confident one, sure of his words. It was exciting to see him like this. Suddenly, he took my right hand into his a looked down at our hands entwining. He was warm, probably from holding the cup of tea, and I breathed out the breath I was apparently holding. It felt nice, reassuring. “And just so you know, Angelus lied that evening. You... you´re absolutely good enough for me.” He looked up to meet your eyes again. “Actually, you´re the best.” I completely lost control over myself after his words and before any of us could say anything else I simply leaned in and kissed him on the lips. It took us both by surprise and I quickly leaned back only to meet his eyes as wide as mine and a small smile forming on his lips. Now it was his time to close the gap between us. He snuggled closer to me and put his arms around me carefully. My good hand wandered to his neck and hair and we kissed like there was no tomorrow. After the first wave of passion, we both realized how much our faces actually hurt from the injuries and we had to part with a small laughs and a quiet “sorry” coming from both of us.

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Wesley - Masterlist

Last updated: 07/03/2022

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Pairing: Spike x Wyndam-Pryce!Reader

Request: Kinda vague request but, I'd love to see a Spike x Wyndham-Pryce!Reader set in S5 of Angel. Maybe reader's a former watcher sibling duo with Wesley, maybe Wesley's a parental figure? Idk, Go nuts!

Requested by: 🦋🗡️ anon

A/N: I went for former watcher siblings !! I hope this is okay !!💖🖤

Angel announced to his team that he had drafted in some outside help. You were on contract to Wolfram and Hart to assist them track this demon that could teleport. You just so happened to have the exact device and knowledge on how to use it that they needed.

Angel contacted you, he had heard that you were on the side of good from word of mouth and so was happy to ask you to join his team for a moment. It was just lucky you had moved to LA already.

You used a different last name on documents less your father finally track you down through his council connections so when he had hired you, he hadn’t realised who you were. Just that you were known for being incredibly talented at tracking demons. A sort of rogue demon Hunter, if you will.

You walked into the large office space and two people immediately recognised you.

“Y/n?” They both asked at the same time before frowning and looking at each other in confusion.

Suspicion began to grow in the air. From all sides. Nobody could put together how somebody that looked the way you did could have a life that crossed paths with both Spike and Wesley.

“Huh, small world” you muttered. As if this wasn’t the most ridiculous coincidence of all time. Stood before you, along with the rest of Angel’s core team who you were yet to be introduced to, were both your brother and the vampire you had been seeing recently.

“Anyone wanna fill us in?” Angel looked between the three of you. He was expecting some drama, there always was with his team involved.

Wes and Spike started to speak at the same time, talking over each other, both stopped and squinted at each other. They both about to open their mouths to speak again when you cut in.

“Wes is my brother and Spike, well, Spike’s my-“

“Special friend, right love?”

Wesley and Angel shared an eye roll at his phrasing. But the room around you appeared to relax. You weren’t evil, that was the main thing. Wesley didn’t really know what to make of what was happening he just stared at you.

“We’ve been dating” you corrected him before your brother popped a blood vessel.

You and Spike had met at a strip club six months ago. You were there because a shapeshifting demon with a taste for male arousal (and subsequently flesh) was prowling the area. He would insist he was there for the same reason although you knew for a fact he was about to be the next hapless victim.

You had teased him about it and he had looked at you for a moment before offering to buy you a drink. It had only got better from there.

You had nodded your hello to Wesley, you hadn’t seen him in a while. Both of you had hit the ground running since you managed to escape your childhood home lives and barely looked back since. You did call each other for birthdays and to check in every couple of months (usually when you moved to a new place).

Spike was surprised you were related to Wesley, it hadn’t been obvious to him. Despite the family resemblance that was clear now you were in the same room. And how your speech pattern changed back to match his now that you were speaking with him.

“We both trained as Watchers together” Wesley added, informing the room about the connection you had. He had never mentioned a sibling and so everyone was suddenly very interested and looking between you both to catch the similarity.

“It could get competitive” You grinned fondly. You and Wes had to make it at least a little entertaining or you would have both died of boredom.

“Bloody hell, you used to be a watcher?” Spike asked, looking at you as if you were an alien.

“It was, uh, expected of us. Wyndam-Price family tradition.” Wesley said, his voice devoid of emotion.

“Don’t remind me” you added and Wes nodded once in understanding.

Angel soon moved talk along to why you had been there and a brief overview of who was working with who. He finished and people began to filter back to the departments they worked in until you needed them later.

You eventually moved to greet Wes properly after you were introduced to the other members of the team. You smiled at him. You had been closer when you were growing up, you had to be. You relied on each other and he often felt he had to protect you because he was older.

He had always had this protective streak he had just never revealed it to you so clearly. There had been people in your youth he had confronted, getting himself mercilessly tormented in your place.

He muttered something about wishing he had known you had moved here. That he worried about you when he didn’t hear from you which you

He became embarrassed at his admittance and instead changed the subject. Talk turned immediately, as it usually would, to the task at hand. Wesley described the details of the why and the what. And you provided the where best to look and the how.

After a few days on the job you were settling in seamlessly. Angel even began to consider asking you to join the team full time seeing as you already had a few connections here. You explained that your device would work its magic and you would walk around at night to try and get a better signal.

It had also given peace of mind to Angel over something he had been worrying about. Recently, Spike went missing for days on end (especially on a weekend) and Angel had been concerned that he was up to something. Turning back to evil ways. But he had just been spending a lot of time with you. You weren’t used to spending this much time with someone, you rarely stayed in one place longer than a few months. So this was something special.

It was a dream having you working in the same office. He made sure that everyone knew you were together. His hand often curled around your waist. He pressed absent-minded kisses against your temple when the others were talking. And he definitely convinced you to sneak away into the store cupboard more than once.

You being a temporary part of the team was actually doing wonders for your relationship. You were connecting on a much deeper level. One he had thought he would never feel with another person again.

He liked to be with you, by your side. He was quite clingy but he played it off very cool. You enjoyed it though, he adored you and you matched his feelings so easily. It didn’t get in the way either, you were both still ready for a fight anything that came your at any time. You complimented each other so well.

You were stood in Wesley’s office, debating your brother on some light reading. Well, it was light to the two of you considering you had been watchers. It was just a waiting game now, your device was trying to latch onto the demon you were looking for and you couldn’t do anything until then.

Spike stalked in while you were talking. He didn’t knock and slid a hand against your waist, pulling you against him so your hips connected. You were still talking as he did this, the movement becoming so natural between you both. Spike truly was someone that made you comfortable. And Wes noted this. But raised his eyebrows at you in that way he always had when he tried to pull rank on you for being the older brother.

You smiled as Spike had been oblivious to what this look meant. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, whispering that you needed to speak to your brother alone for a moment. He shrugged, leaning in to catch your lips before insisting he had wanted to go and annoy Gun anyway.

“Charlie boy!” you could hear Spike shouting through the glass trying to locate him. You sat on Wes’ desk for a moment before the conversation you had been expecting since you arrived started.

“Spike? Really?” Your brother questioned when he had walked away.

“We’re adults now, Wesley. I can make my own decisions on who I wish to date” Not to mention you had heard of his relationship with someone called Lilah. It was hot office gossip and she sounded like bad news.

“Your taste was always disastrous. But – Spike?”

“What? Come on, he’s a very pretty man” You offered with a teasing smile. You both looked through the glass to watch him talking animatedly to Gunn about something.

“I’m sure I wouldn’t care to comment” He looked back down at the book you had been discussing. You smiled, walking around to where he was sat.

“Oh, brother. Do you need your glasses cleaning?” You teased further, reaching for his glasses, “Look, here-”

“Remove your hand or else” he swatted at you.

“Or else? Are we back in prep school?” You laughed and he joined you. It was nice to see you again he couldn’t help feel guilty he hadn’t made more of an effort to reach you. He always waited for you to call him.

Your laughter died down after a while and you finished your discussion. You eventually felt Spike’s eyes on the back of your head, he was becoming a lot softer and liked to be by your side a lot more visibly. So, you got up telling Wes you would swing by again later.

“Y/n?” he asked just as you got to the door.

“Yeah?”

“I meant what I said, I worry - please, be careful” He frowned at his admittance. You matched him. You weren’t usually the types to say things like that outright. You were a lot more affectionate towards each other than your parents had been. But him saying this was new.

Maybe he had really meant it when he told you it would be nice if you stayed in LA a few days ago. You usually travelled. Didn’t stay in one place much (less your parents get a hold of you somehow). You did miss Wes and now you had even more reason to stay.

You rushed back over to him and hugged him, almost bowling him over. He shook his head but he was smiling slightly reciprocating the hug.

He then watched you slink over to Spike and he rolled his eyes getting back to his paperwork. It really wasn’t entertainment to him to watch you flirting with a formerly evil vampire. It was neither new or original. He had watched people do this with Angel for the last four years.

The though of having Spike as a brother in-law was almost shudder-inducing but he didn’t mind so much. Because at least it meant he wouldn’t lose touch with his sibling again.

Later that afternoon, you and Spike were stood laughing over an anecdote he had told about Angel when something in your back pocket began to light up. The device. The demon.

Your eyes widened. You had located it. This was the good bit. You wouldn’t even have to go to the demon, the demon would be coming right to you.

The device could act as a homing beacon for whenever the demon was in range. You pressed the button, nodding wordlessly to Spike who began to rally everyone of the main team out of their respective offices. You could communicate wordlessly with him. You were a team, the two of you.

He watched you take control of the room. He had always known you were incredible at your job but he was in awe watching you being so commanding. Making sure everyone was blocking off the exits. You were directing the room and ensuring everything was just so.

The demon arrived and tried to teleport but the room was now preventing it from doing so. You braced yourself as it tried to fight, ducking as it threw staplers and office equipment your way to try to distract you.

You dialled the button on your device all the way up and everyone else covered their ears. They knew the plan. The frequency was set so that the demon would hear a very high pitched noise. You had advised Lorne to stay out of rage just in case but it wasn’t fatal to humans. It just made your ears ring for a few days after.

The demon combusted. But not without leaving its last ploy against the team. It exploded, leaving gallons of thick sticky goo propelled around the room (much more than appeared could conceivably fit inside its body).

The entire room was covered. Everyone was drenched in the green liquid. Nobody had escaped.

Your eyes widened, you had forgotten about that part. You wiped your face as the rest of the room did. Angel sighed, shaking his head at the mess but the rest of the room congratulated you between their collective ‘ews’. You noticed your brother’s nod of approval. The demon would have killed large swathes of the population had you not done it.

Spike, however, had the most enthusiastic congratulations of all. He launched himself at you, his lips on yours despite the sticky situation everyone had found themselves in. He just loved you so much and seeing you that way, he wasn’t even sure what came over him. He just wanted to show you how he felt. He lips moved against yours, with such immeasurable feeling. His hand cupping your face as you slid your hands up his back adoringly. You pressed yourselves closer together.

Everyone was still complaining but you and Spike didn’t care. You kissed through the sticky goo that plastered everywhere. You even kissed through the rest of the office making their passive aggressive comments at the water cooler.

You really could see yourself sticking around this time. For good.