sunflower and spike 🤭
A/N: spike x reader. mention of character death s7. Tiny hint of grief.
Sunflower:
Sunflower. That’s what he called you. His sunflower. Told you it was because you were the closest he would ever get to the sun. That you were the light he had always been missing.
God, he adored you. Wanted the best for you not that he said it as often as he wished he had. He worshipped the very ground you walked on and would never hear of a single word said against you. Less the speaker wanted to be six feet under before dawn broke, that is.
He never wanted to see you down, did damn-near everything in his power to make sure you felt happy with him. Protected. Safe. He would bring you a sunflower, every anniversary without fail. No matter if you had been arguing or agreed there was too many monsters to allow yourselves to take a break and celebrate. There it would be. A single sunflower waiting for you.
You were good together. So very strong together. So much so the powers, in their jealousy, had ripped you apart. After the battle of Sunnydale, your sunflower wilted. The last he had ever given you. Your champion was gone, torn from your side. Your happiness and your hope gone with him.
You loved him for what he had done. You were so proud of him but the loss was unbearable. Your own life was swallowed in that crater too, never to be the same again. Until one day. The day that should have been your anniversary. The first after he had sacrificed himself for the world.
You stepped into the living space you had been sharing with the others since you left Sunnydale. It was just gone noon when you finally rose after hiding from the day for as long as you could bear.
You saw it in the corner of your eye first, something you were sure you had conjured up in the false hope of your periphery. But when you turned to look, colour seemed to filter back into the world again. You saw it.
A sunflower.