I'm just a fangirl who loves Spuffy, reading, and writing! I am still very amateur at writing, but I'm trying to improve all the time. Hope you guys like my stories :)
NC-17 • 148 Reviews
Basically, my muse pricked me, and I wrote.
AU, Spike is a vampire, Buffy is human. Destined mating type deal, that is the basis for the plot here. (And I don't even believe in destiny so take this story-line as: The correct layout of events happened and he found her.)
This is a mating fic, there will be smut and... Well, I don't want to say much else and give too much away. Still strangers, Spike is spying on Buffy at night, that is how the story begins. Why don't you find out how it ends? ;)
I don't own any of the Whedonverse characters and I am not trying to make a profit from this story. Yadda yadda yadda, this has been a disclaimer.
NC-17 • 195 Reviews
A girl who's broken and lost. A man who's never given a chance to anyone. She's distant. He's edgy and closed off. A sweet lil country town with two scared individuals not willing to admit that they're afraid of anything. And of course it's Spike and Buffy, who else! Find out what happens when they accidentally become everyday occurrences for each other.
NC-17 • 129 Reviews
Buffy is an innocent seventeen year old girl living in a small town. When new neighbors move in down the street, things finally get interesting in her perfect little life. Two teens who are completely different realize that they're also exactly the same.
NC-17 • 13 Reviews
A hot vampire notices a girl with red lips and a short hem. What follows? A shotgun-mating in a dark alley :)
**This is a oneshot, inspired from the song Downtown Girl by Hot Chelle Rae. It's basically smut (but sort of... a "belonging" kind of smut? Idk, try it out, tell me if you like it).
NC-17 • 45 Reviews
Basically obsessed; basically a stalker; basically a love drunk fool. Spike Pratt, loner and occasional alcoholic, is foolishly trapped in a constant game of hide and seek. He is Buffy Summers' shadow, and she has no clue. He watches from a distance, draws pictures of her, and every day flies by faster than the last, doused in wishes on pennies that he could only talk to her.
A small town in Wisconsin, U.S.A., surrounded by corn fields and not much else, Buffy lives as a store owner, and free advice giver for young adults. Her lonely home is a beautiful cabin, and her closest neighbor is the pond out front that gathers mosquitoes and frogs during summer. On a day she has imagined for years since the day he left, an ex love shocks her to her very foundations with a request. His name is Angel, and she never knew she would be so set on telling him no, but when it happens, she feels a weight lift from her chest. A weight that is seemingly ten years old. With it, she realizes just how lonely she is, and how quickly time has allowed her to travel down the road to becoming one of those cat ladies. She never wanted to be dubbed an "Old Maid," but even the reflection in the mirror is saying it now.
Then, a storm gathers in the form of a man with odd hair and even odder midnight rituals. She realizes quickly he is somehow lonelier than she, and Buffy feels drawn to him for just that reason, among maybe a hundred others...
Disclaimer: BtVS and its characters do not belong to me and I am not trying to make a profit from this story. This story is merely to entertain and the only thing that belongs to me is the plot.
15 • 15 Reviews
Spike has adored Buffy Summers since she first came to Sunnydale High School, and now he finally decides to ask her out. This is one chapter, pure fluff, and a high school fic. Enjoy!
NC-17 • 9 Reviews
Buffy Summers waitresses at a little diner in a town she doesn't bother to remember the name of half the time, and one cold, winter evening she meets a man named Spike. Asides from extremely attractive, with eyes of ice blue, a leather coat, and lips that could make an angel blush, he just happens to be a vampire, too. Of course, that last bit is unimportant, really. What matters is the way these two fall into a torrid romance outlined by bed sheets and kisses hot enough to thaw the ice surrounding them.
Except, what happens when love blooms in the heart of winter, and what was supposed to be nothing more than a fling to forget the world, manages to consume them both from the inside out?
**Author Note: This fic is going to be about 20,000 words.**
Believe me, if I owned any of the Buffyverse characters I'm sure I'd be rich. Which I'm so totally not, so don't sue me. I'm not making a profit from this story, it is written for pure enjoyment.