“Who said I was blaming you?” Buffy yelled at Spike, her tone not matching her words. “Who said anything about it being your fault? What in the hell makes any of this about you?” Spike finally tries to impart his lame apology for Riley’s departure. Takes place after Into the Woods and Triangle.

Angel treated me like a fragile doll. Parker played the innocent, saying it was my choice. Riley was real, and human, and we loved to touch each other. None of them were Spike.

“It’s all right, pet,” Spike whispered. “You go right ahead and hate me, it’s all right.” He pulled her closer and nuzzled her temple, his breath heady in her ear. His touch felt so good she pressed against him, warming herself on his cold chest as if he were a fire. “You have any idea how much I’ve hated you?” Set after Dead Things

I’m sorry, William.
    Buffy’s parting words were still burning in his head. Why, why, why did she have to use that name?
Spike remembers his last evening as Buffy's lover. She'd been just one step away.... What happened?

It's Buffy's 21st birthday! She's not feeling like herself.

From the prompt, "I wish Buffy wakes up tomorrow covered in monkey hair."

What Spike learned and felt while living in Buffy’s house. Missing scene from First Date – what was Spike doing upstairs, anyway?

Nominee Sunnydale Memorial Awards, Round 32: Best characterization (Spike)

2016's Christmas fic. Post NFA, Buffy's first Christmas after losing Spike the second time.

Wolfram and Hart attempt to restructure the Order of Aurelius, one vampire at a time. A soul hampers one, a chip the other, and a Slayer stands between them.