Xander_Devil Hunter

[madimpossibledreamer]

I hope everyone's doing well. Take care out there!
~Dreamer~

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Devil May Cry AU
Summary: This is a sketch (in terms of detail, not art), not a fic, though there are fic-shaped segments. Apparently I was very prolific in 2012, at least in terms of unfinished fanfic. This one has a more jerkish Xander, a cousin, who I think is the unnamed "she" at the beginning (don't look at me like that; all I can do is shrug. I've got no clue what 2012!me was thinking), and more Spike/Xander. Also relationship drama, which is also very weird as it's not a thing I like doing out of the blue. Again. Shrug.

 

          She slaps him. “I’m sorr-“
          “No, you idiot. This isn’t about what you think it is about. This isn’t because I was attacked. This is because you think you’re somehow responsible for that.”
          Xander blinks.
          “I like her,” Spike remarks, smirking.
          “You—Never mind. Shut up.” He turns back to her. “What?”

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The Soul Arc

          “Xander, you need to come. Now.”
          “I’m in the middle of a case right now. I can’t…”
          “Since when did you become an absolute jerk?” That, at least, made Xander sit up and swing his legs off the table. Buffy, of all people, calling him a jerk? He must’ve really done something stupid then. “I know you’ve been all angsty lately because of the whole not seeing everyone thing, but there was a time when Xander would’ve dropped everything because his friends needed him.”
          Part of him—the demon part, he hoped—sneered and muttered something sarcastic about how he wasn’t the group’s janitor anymore. The majority of him sobered, realizing that was true. Since when had he lost his white knight status, really?
          Buffy sighed when he didn’t say anything. “It’s Spike. You need to come. I don’t—sorry, we don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
          He dropped the phone, feeling numb, and picked it up again slowly, feeling cold. She’d gone on talking, but even with the phone replaced by the ear, he could barely hear a word she said.
          “I’ll come,” he stated simply. And here he thought he was doing better. The Harris blood just couldn’t help but mess things up, maybe. But that was no excuse not to try.
          “What?” she asked. She’d obviously not expected that.
          “Have you already bought a ticket under the Council thing, or should I get one?”
          Buffy paused, making sure she’d heard him correctly, probably. Then he could hear the trace of a smile in her words. “I’m glad I got the right guy.”
          “That wasn’t a guarantee,” he stated quietly, with just a trace of the pain. “I’ll take care of things on my end, Buff. Don’t worry, I’ll be there, even if I have to fly the unconventional way.”

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          “And where do you think you’re going without me?” his cousin asked.
          “It’s Spike. I can’t ask you to…”
          “Good, because I don’t plan on asking.” Sometimes she could be so much like him it was scary. He sighed.
          “Okay, but she only bought a ticket for me. The money for your ticket’s going to have to come out of your allowance.”
                    “Like it wasn’t going to anyway.” She paused, then glared at him. “I don’t get an allowance.”
          “You don’t get to see your allowance. That’s because it gets spent on things like your clothes and food first. Doesn’t mean you don’t have one.” He smiled just a little.

He returns the lady’s money (for the case) (I have no idea what this even means what) (maybe because he abandoned it in the middle??)

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          At one point, Will wakes up with only memory of his life before he was turned. Mostly because he got his soul back and the whole ‘they knew each other in a previous life’ thing.
          Eventually, also, Spike/Will and Xander get back together, after a while of taking care of him. Will’s freaked out, Spike…well, he sort of wanted to turn out like Dru. No more work for the Council, then Xander would have to take care of him and           they’d have no excuse not to be together. “I don’t want sorrow or rage any longer, Alexander. Me ‘n Will, we just want you.”
          “Good, because I want you back. Both of you.”