Prompt #1002
"I can't stop thinking about kissing you."
"Then just do it. Get it out of your head."
More from Spiral:
“Jesus, lad, have you finally become as insatiable as me? Barely awake, an’ yer already hard as stone.”
William merely chuckled and flung the covers from their heads, and readjusted his position, not dislodging himself from the residual warmth of Angelus’ body, but tugging him up against the pillows with him, and turning the brunette around to mold himself against his back in a reversed image of how he’d awoken. Angelus let him, and felt an ease of tension he had not even known existed as he sank back against William’s firm chest and strong, slim arms wrapped around his stomach.
“Christ, we haven’t spent this much time alone in the entire time I’ve been with the three of you.” William’s voice was soft in his ears, but Angelus caught an undercurrent of bemusement threaded through it, and felt an odd assurance at this evidence that he was not the only one confused by his recent actions. “Usually it’s just one quick tussle, then back to the girls or some slag off the street. What’s changed, Angelus?”
Angelus twisted his head around to watch the blonde’s reaction as he voiced as much of the swirl of thoughts in his head as he presently felt comfortable sharing with the fledgling.
“You have. Or rather, you’ve changed me. Jesus, Will, I don’t know. I think…I think I’ve wanted you like this for as long as I’ve known you.”
Angelus frowned and turned around to face William as he sat up, his brow furrowed in thought.
“So when we first met, when you went all Lord of the Manor on me with all that shite about nothing being ours and fucking Dru…and then me…Angelus, were you jealous?”
Angelus let out a quiet growl. William’s words were too close to home, memories flitting through his mind of the inexplicable ire he had felt when the blonde had rejected his offer to share the warm young bride between them, and the resulting lessons he had imparted upon the whelp. Would things have gone differently that night if William hadn’t forsaken their initial bonding so readily for the pursuit of his Sire? Not wanting to dwell on events he was unable to change, he simply shrugged the matter off with a scoff.
leatafandom asked:
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Spike: Come on, let me punch him in the face!
Angel: no
Spike: what if i just broke his nose a little?
Angel: NO!
The answer changes to yes when the him in question is Lindsey…
Someone send me some puppet Spangel prompts! I want to try to write a puppet fic but have no ideas. Preferably something that can lead to kinkiness.
i need a "Sabrina. The bees." T-shirt immediately
get it while it's hot
My dash did a funny…
reallyreal-madeingold asked:
Red 1?
Constrained
Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)
Rating: T
Pairing: Spangel
Word Count: 420
Warnings: bleak? Idk.
Summary: Angel can’t always be himself within the confines of W&H
A/N: mixed the prompt ‘you’re bleeding’ with the @julybreakbingo prompt 'you’re very lucky I like you despite yourself’.
“You’re bleeding.” Angel eyed the black-clad figure currently wrapping gauze around a too-pale torso, emotions warring within him over sight and scent. He clamped it down and crossed over to his desk, looking away from the blonde and stopped breathing, blocking out the enticing aroma of blood and pain.
“I’ll be fine, just Illyria working out a li'l bit of her anger on-”
“All over my office. Don’t.”
“Oh, right, fool me for thinkin’ you actually gave a toss.” Spike tossed the remaining scrap of bandage back into the first aid kit and stood from the couch, pulling his shirt down over his injury. “Bloody egotistical bastard.”
Spike carefully slid his duster on and made to leave Angel’s office. Before he reached the door, Angel was at his side, his hand curling around Spike’s arm in a tight grip. Spike glared at the brunette, angry at the careless dismissal, and confused at being restrained.
“What, pillock? I’m leaving like you want; make up your bloody mind.”
Angel refused to rise to the bait, his gaze steady as he stared back at Spike, turning the blonde to face him fully.
“Go upstairs. There’s blood in the fridge, drink it. Rest. I need you healed, Will.” Angel risked a quick inhalation of the lingering scent of Spike’s blood. “And from now on, we’ll have someone from Special Ops sparring with Illyria. I’m the only one who gets to kick your ass.”
“Christ, possessive as ever, ain’t you.” Spike pulled out of Angel’s grasp and stomped over to the elevator, resigning himself to the brunette’s mercurial moods. “You know something, Angel? You’re very lucky I like you despite yourself. Lesser demons might have given up on your lack of relationship skills a century ago.”
Angel kept his face unreadable until the elevator doors slid shut, then let a tiny smirk twist the ends of his lips. He knew he still had to stay and play his part for another hour, pretend that Spike’s injuries were little more than the inconvenience of having to bench his best fighter. Let anyone watching go on believing that he and Spike were nothing more than formerly estranged family who toed a thin line between colleagues and enemies. Then, he could make his escape upstairs, where, thanks to the warding spells he had Wesley place on the team’s apartments, he would have privacy from the watchful eyes of the Senior Partners. One more hour of lying, then he could be the caring Sire Spike needed him to be.
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a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO
STOP SCROLLING THIS IS A PAINTING
Before I forget because I just checked Ao3: The percentage of guest kudos on all of my fics is really really high, so I assume the percentage of people reading without an account is also really high. I think if you're an avid fic reader you should try and request an account now that it's open again. I haven't archive-locked my fics yet but it really is the smart thing to do with AI scraping and the attacks on the platform. It can take a while to receive an invitation so... idk use this as your sign maybe.
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