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Spike x reader - Crypt Kisses - request

Another gender neutral reader yay! I hope this is okay for your request, I tried my best. I had a lot of fun writing this, Spike has always been one of my favorite characters. I hope you enjoy!

You ran to the crypt, eager to see Spike again. The door was open a crack when you got there, a quiet song seeping through. A small smile spread across your lips. You pushed the door open quietly, watching the blonde vamp whose back was facing you. The words he sang slipped together and you weren't quite sure what it was that he was singing. You stood in the doorway watching him write in a small leather notebook while he sang. He stood suddenly and turned around. You laughed when he yelped and tripped over his own feet.

"Bloody hell! When did you get here?"

"How many pages did you use?"

"Like fifteen, why the hell-"

"I got here just before you started writing."

"You were here that long?" He huffed, hands moving up to his hair. "Well this is just bloody embarrassing." A blush crept up his cheeks when he made eye contact with you. You grinned as you walked over to him.

"Can I read it?" You asked, reaching for his red leather notebook. Spike grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the notebook.

"No, no you can't. No one can."

"Well, do you read it?"

"Sometimes-"

"You're a someone, which means someone does read it." Spike let go of your wrist and turned away from you. A frustrated sigh escaping his lips.

"If you keep acting like such a smart ass I'm going to have to kick you out."

"As if, you would never," you said, reaching for the notebook again. This time, Spike didn't notice. You grinned and opened the leather book.

"My Paramour." In one long stride Spike was in front of you again. Hands landed on your shoulders and pulled you forward the rest if the way to him.

"Close the book." His eyes bore into yours and the book slipped from your hand.

"What is that?"

"It's a poem, happy? Has your curiosity been satisfied? Or do you still have information you want to pry out of me?"

"Who's the poem about?" Spike's mouth opened and closed like a fish. His face turned a darker shade of pink than before.

"It's about someone..."

"Yeah, I got that. Who?"

"Someone alright! It doesn't matter anyway, my poetry is bloody awful." He looked away for a moment, "That's why they called me William the Bloody." He sighed in defeat, retreating a few steps back before he stomped away to the other side of the room.

"Spike?"

"What now?"

"Your notebook." A loud huff sounded from the vamp.

"Bring it here." You nodded, mostly to yourself. You felt bad for invading his privacy and starting to read that poem but at the same time you were really curious. You handed him the book, avoiding his touch and his eyes. "Thanks, love."

"Mhmm." You stared at him, not intentionally, you were just really curious who that poem was about. "Are all fifteen pages the same poem?"

"No. It's about a page each."

"Cool," you said hopping to sit on the stone slab. You watched Spike carefully set the book down before turning back to you.

"Why are you here?"