Buffy the Vampire Slayer Preferences + imagines/one shots

Vamp Willow - Doppelgandland

Set in The Bronze, Doppelgangland
What if Vamp Willow was in a relationship with you instead of Vamp Xander? 

"What's going on? Is there a funny thing?" Xander asks a group of whispering boys, who are blocking our view to the cause of the commotion. They part and I see Willow and a guy I don't recognise, literally at each other's throats.

"Oh my gosh, Willow." I gasp, fear spiking beneath my skin. 

Xander pushes through them and I follow, almost tripping over my own feet in my haste. 

"Back off!" Xander shouts as he throws the guy to the ground in a voice that is surprisingly authoritative. "Stay the hell away from her!"

I exhale a sigh of relief, but Willow looks surprisingly calm. She also looks insanely different. Is that... leather? 

"Will," Xander says, trying his best to mask his confusion, "Changing the look! Not an idle threat with you..."

She tilts her head a little, studying him before her gaze drifts over to me. Her eyes light up.

"Y/N." she smiles, "You're alive." 

She beelines for me, causing Xander to step quickly out of the way. 

I let out an unsure laugh, "Aren't I usually?"

She reaches forward, cupping my cheek and bringing my lips to hers. She doesn't give me a chance to react - she kisses me hard and holds me close (with a strength I didn't know she had) so I can't pull away. My belly feels all liquidy and weird. I hear a wolf whistle from somewhere nearby and a spluttering sound which I presume came from Xander.

She pulls back, biting her lip. Then, something shifts in her expression. "You're alive." This time, she sounds confused, a little worried.

Xander and I are both too stunned to say anything, but Willow touches my hand, stroking it slowly. It sends tingles up my entire arm. What is going on? And why did kissing Willow feel that good?

"What's going on, baby? Everything's so different." 

I stand there helplessly. I forget how to function. I'm not gay. I'm uber-straight. I've never even thought of a girl like that. But -

"Hey guys! Who's your - holy God you're Willow." 

Thankfully, Buffy interrupts my thoughts. Her eyes are as big as saucers as she takes in Willow's appearance. 

"You." Willow says icily, positioning herself in front of me, as if to protect me. Again, I feel something deep inside me, which makes my heart boom in my chest so hard it hurts. 

"You know what? I like the look." Buffy babbles, "It's - urm - it's extreme but - but it looks good, you know. It - it's a leather thing." 

I snap out of whatever confused, embarrassed trance I was in. 

This can't be Willow. Willow would never be so bold. Xander stands there like a lemon, too baffled to tell Buffy that something is wrong. 

Willow frowns. "Baby," she says again, red lips in a pout as she addresses me. "Come. Let's get out of here." 

Her hand takes mine. It's soft and small but strong. She pulls me along and for some reason, I start to blindly follow until Xander grabs my other arm. We lock eyes, there is panic there, but his mouth doesn't seem to be working. 

"Don't go." he says so quietly. Buffy's eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Get off her." Willow growls from beside me, and when I look at her, all yellow eyes and fangs, I almost faint. Buffy's mouth drops open.