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David, being an early riser, takes the opportunity every morning to appreciate the sleeping bundle in his arms. On weekends, without work forcing him to get out of bed, he takes his time.

This particular morning, he woke up to find them starfished on the bed - half of their body hanging off. He chuckled. It was always interesting to see them in weird positions when he woke up. Knowing Angel was a heavy sleeper, he gently pulled them back onto the bed and gathered them in his arms again. He smiled at the way Angel let out a sigh when their head laid on his chest and the nuzzled in between his pecs, even when unconscious. He positioned their legs so they lay in between his, and wrapped his arms around their waist, knowing Angel liked the pressure on their back.

He soothed their hair that had frizzled during their sleep, taking his time to feel their soft strands and try to unknot them with his fingers.

He ran his fingers down their cheek, and he couldn’t help but melt at the way the sun shined through the curtains and onto their face perfectly - their lashes glittering, skin glowing, and hair, although a mess, now a with beautiful golden streaks. Even asleep, they were beautiful. He felt his core sing at the sight.

David buried his nose in their hair and took a deep breath. They smelled like shampoo and flowers, and he could feel his own body relax, as if just the smell of his mate was capable of giving him a full ten days of rest. He didn’t know if it was the magic of the bond, or just Angel being his Angel. Maybe both. He always thought they had magic even though they were unempowered, he could feel it in these moments.

As he kissed the crown of their head, hand still stroking up and down their back, he felt them stir in his arms. He watched as they lifted their head, looking around, disoriented like they always did every morning. He smiled and brought his hand to their cheek again, gently rubbing their cheekbone and guided their gaze towards him. It took them a minute to focus their eyes, but once they registered him, he saw how their pupils dilated and the soft gummy smile he always loved lit up their face. The sunlight shined in the perfect way that changed their brown eyes into a glowing gold, and David felt his core melting.

He didn’t know how they did it just by existing, but he couldn’t help but fall in love with them all over again.

He placed a big hand on the back of their head, and directed them to lean back down, kissing them on the lips soft and sweet and feeling their lips melt against his. They propped themself up with their hands on his chest, and giggled to feel his heart speed up slightly. David tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear, hand lingering at their cheek to which Angel nuzzled.

Slow mornings like these were always David’s favourite.

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Angel felt a little lonely waiting in bed for David to finish work and join them, so they shuffled to his office, knocking the door with the unique rhythm they always did.

“Come in.”

David was wearing his glasses, a rare sight as he only uses them when his eyes are tired, and still in his work clothes, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone. He looked up and peered past his glasses, putting his pen down and leaning back to acknowledge them. Angel loved how he’d always drop everything and answer them when they wanted his attention.

Angel didn’t say anything. They simply walked towards him and crawled onto his lap. David, used to their random shenanigans, only let out a chuckle and raised his arms, giving them room to make themself comfortable. Angel straddled his thighs and leaned their head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his waist. Once they stilled, David put a hand on the small of their back and stroked their hair with the other, giving them a little kiss.

“You ok?”

Angel nodded.

Satisfied, David went back to work. Every few minutes he’d kiss the top of their head or nuzzle his cheek against them.

David’s body was so warm, so comfortable. Having their cheek against his body was something they always did when they slept, so they felt themselves being lulled into a dream. The safety and love they felt just by being in his arms was its own form of magic.

But they couldn’t fall asleep.

They wanted to wait for David.

So Angel tried to stay awake, opting to run their fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck that had grown out. David let out a deep breath, and Angel smiled as they felt him relax.

“You’re gonna make me lose focus if you keep doing that, Angel.”

“Then come to bed. Sleep.”

“You know I can’t do that. Just a little more, baby.” A kiss. “I won’t be long.”

Angel huffed and buried their face in his shoulder, pouting.

David could feel their pout against his skin, and so he gave them a few more consolidation kisses.

Somewhere along the way Angel fell asleep, and David carried them to bed when he was done with his paperwork.

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David and Angel regularly take baths together. Angel would sit in his lap as he’d wrap his arms around their waist in a loose hug. He’d also rest his chin on their shoulder while he spoke of his day, Angel enjoying the way that his jaw moves and chest vibrates. They’d stay there for an hour or two, unwinding after their busy days together.

Angel likes playing with David’s fingers as well. They’d lift one of his hands out of the water and start tracing each line on his palm, giving him a “very accurate” palm reading.

“You know what this line means? It means you’re destined to get married!”

“You snot, I’m already married.”

“What!? To who?” Angel turned around suddenly, hand on their chest in feigned surprise.

David smirked and lifted his left hand, flashing the ring.

“My mate.” He said simply.

“They must be very lucky.” They pouted and sulked, turning their back to him again. David let out a chuckle and leaned his body forward, capturing Angel in a hug again.

“I’m the one that’s lucky.” He said, pressing a kiss to their bare shoulders and wrapping his arms a little tighter around Angel.

Angel smiled and relaxed back into him, humming in content. They stay that way for a few minutes, simply enjoying each others company.

“You still gotta pay me for my services, dear customer.”

David scoffed. “You little shit. But I guess… I can pay you. In another method.”

“Yeah? And what method would that be?”

“This.” David started kissing down their neck, making sure to give extra attention to their favourite spot just behind their ear. His hands started to wander, feeling their body melt against his.

It’ll be a long night for the both of them.

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trying to stay calm after david saying “baby” today 🧘‍♀️

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angel seems like the type of person to watch the most horrifying or unsettling videos a couple hours before going to sleep and then be absolutely terrified the moment the lights go off

every time david will hold them close and talk to them to help calm their nerves, asking them things sounding annoyed like “if they scare you so bad why do you keep watching them?” he’s never actually annoyed just absolutely baffled by the things they do sometimes

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arcane season 2 jayce is literally just david shaw.

specifically right after gabe died

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Is it wild to headcannon that when Angel and David first did it, it didn’t fit?

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i need me a healing your injuries audio where the listener is well and truly bleeding out and the speaker is non-stop panicking for a full 20 minutes

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early david

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david and angel being both right-handed and david secretly learning to be left-handed so he can hold angel’s hand when he can, rubbing his thumb on their fingers

and maybe, just maybe, that’s his way of knowing their ring size when he eventually proposes

bonus

and when he does, he develops a habit of holding their hand even if he’s busy or when they both fall asleep, gently squeezing it and feeling their ring in the process

it warms david’s heart

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angel & david hcs because i always miss them

- whenever david wakes up before angel, he’ll fold over his side of the blanket onto them so they’re extra warm

- sometimes angel smells so good david has to fight back the urge to bite them (and vise versa)

- angel often does david’s eyebrows. when they straddle him, he will always run his hands gently up and down their thighs. when they accidentally pinch his skin with the tweezers, angel will rub the spot with their thumb, whisper “sorry sorry” and softly kiss it better

- david has one of those thick ass otterbox phone cases. when angel teases him about it, he’ll scoff “shut up. it’s practical”

- david watches knife/spear making videos while angel showers. when they finish, without even turning his head to look at them, he’ll open an arm, allowing angel to snuggle in close and watch with him

- every single time angel helps david shave, he kisses their face with shaving cream still on his lips. they eventually learned how to dodge his attacks, forcing him to get creative (which results in full-blown shaving cream fights)

- angel likes to rub their head and face on david’s bicep like a cat

- david will cut angel’s favorite fruit and hand them the plate wordlessly, along with a tiny fork stuck in one of the pieces. if they’re occupied, they’ll let out a demanding “ahh” to instruct david to reluctantly feed them

- when angel picks something off the floor while sitting, david will ALWAYS cover the table’s corner to protect their head as they sit back up

- angel likes to spin david’s wedding ring while playing with his hands. they also enjoy bumping their ring with his just to hear the little *clink*

- when it’s time to deep clean the house, angel sets them back an hour by stopping to look through photo albums. after the wedding, one hour became two

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the rest of you, the best of you (honey, belongs to me)

Ao3 | 1.6k words | Angel's POV

Early into their relationship, Angel and Davey go clubbing. An unsuspecting incubus flirts with Angel after a run in. David tries to keep his cool.

When you met Davey, you would never have pegged him for a clubbing kind of guy. It didn’t match his burly, intimidating, minimalist vibes. Perhaps you could imagine him as a club bouncer, but when you did, you got too focused on the image of his biceps bulging through the thin sleeves of a too-tight black tee-shirt, those dark, sharp eyes scanning a crowd of bodies with practiced precision. 

Instead, you were offered with a much better outcome when you finally worked up the nerve to ask him after a few months of dating, he enthusiastically agreed, even offered to take you to an empowered club he frequented. You had expected him to shoot you down outright, or begrudgingly agree at the very best. He surprised you, like he so often did, and you found yourself just this side of tipsy, his arms around you, your bodies keeping time against each other to the beat of the deafening music. 

Davey knew exactly what he was doing. He pulled you to the dance floor as soon as you’d ordered your fruity little tequila number (which he had paid for). His left hand rested on your hip, his big fingers seeming to wrap all the way around you, the right protectively curled around your shoulders. His right hand was in the perfect position to cover your drink, which he held more than you did. He bent so his breath was hot on your neck, his nose pressed behind your ear. He seemed lost in the music and movement, but every time you bent back to seek out his lips, his eyes were scanning your surroundings, eyeing suspicious figures, keeping everyone away from you, no matter how tempting you both knew you were. 

Protective and tuned in, even when you were grinding your ass back on him. David Shaw was a man of restraint if nothing else. You couldn’t pretend that it didn’t bug you, just a bit. You were putting on such a nice show for him but he was too busy playing guard dog to enjoy it. Not to mention that he didn’t even order a drink for himself. It seemed that Davey had no intention of having fun for himself, just watching the club like a hawk while you did. 

You spun around, wrapped your arms around his neck as he took hold of your drink without missing a beat. You swayed with the music, pulled him down into a devastating kiss. You knew him well at this point, at least well enough to know that just a swipe of your tongue on his bottom lip would have his resolve crumbling, and all it would take was a nip of your teeth to pull him down into your orbit. Davey was an attentive person. Sometimes, you just had to grab that attention for yourself. 

He let out a deep, rumbling moan into your kiss, a sound you felt more than heard as his grip on your hip tightened. Your mind swam as you pictured bruises in the shape of his fingers pressed into your skin. You couldn’t hear him speak over the music, but you knew the shape of that word on his stupidly full lips. 

“Angel…” it was tinged with warning. Behave, he told you, don’t test me, don’t push me, or else. 

You knew what or else was. You happened to like or else. You grinned against his lips, pulled him down by the lapels of his leather jacket, and more shouted than whispered in his ear; 

“I’ve gotta pee!” You danced away from his grasp, weaving through the packed bodies in the dance floor, your eyes never leaving his. He was a head taller than every other person on the floor, so he kept eyes on you as you cut across the floor and past the bar, until you turned the corner to the bathrooms. 

Somebody got in your way before you could gain your bearings. You ran straight into a wide, warm chest. You stumbled back and came face to face with a man dressed in a sheer, unbuttoned shirt. His skin was sun kissed and stretched over rippling abs. He was big, but not like Davey was. Davey was built for actual strength. He was built to carry large loads over long periods, to maintain as long as he needed to, to pull cars a few yards by their fucking bumpers (a feat you’d seen him do when your Camry got stuck in a ditch a few months ago). This man had muscle, but it was all for show. Supple, shining skin over carefully targeted muscle groups. A six pack. Broadened shoulders. A ‘v’ cutting down below his sinfully tight pants. 

Not your type, but you could appreciate a pretty person even so. He smiled, his teeth white and just this side of too sharp. A long, pink tongue ran across his bottom lip. 

“Woah,” his voice left his trim chest in a pur, one hand landing on your shoulder to steady you, “easy, gorgeous. Don’t go falling for me just like that.” 

“Sorry,” you squeaked. You assumed Davey was still in the crowd on the dance floor, and your head spun to try and catch a look at him. This guy didn’t look like the type to try anything stupid, but you knew that looks could be deceiving. 

“Easy,” he repeated, withdrawing his hand. He flashed his palm to you, mock surrender. “I won’t touch.”  

“Thanks,” you laughed softly. You felt awkwardness fall over as you took a purposeful step back. “Sorry, I just-”

“No, not at all!”

“-college town, you know?” You laughed and the stranger reciprocated. He widened your space in turn and stuffed his hands in his pockets. You didn’t know pants that tight could have pockets. He was the picture of innocence, not close enough to grab you, his eyes respectfully holding yours. Not that kind of guy, it seemed. The tension leaked out of your body with your heartbeat. 

“I get it.” The stranger grinned. “Somebody as breathtaking as you, you’ve got to keep an eye out. It’s good to have a healthy suspicion of incredibly attractive people.” 

“Like yourself.” You shot back. 

“Angel,” Davey’s voice was in your ear all of a sudden. His heat was pressed into your back. You jumped, surprised, but then eased back into his solid presence. An arm thicker than your neck snaked around your shoulders, pulling you back into him. 

“Davey,” you gasped, reaching up to rest a hand on his cheek. He was bent over you, curling his massive body around yours protectively. Those dark, intense eyes were locked on the stranger, something dangerous in his face. “I ran into him. Chill.” 

“Sorry,” the stranger stepped back from you again, all hints of his playful flirting gone. “I wasn’t hitting on your mate. That’s just how I talk.” 

Mate. You mused over the word. That must have been a wolf thing, because Davey reacted to it physically. His hand tightened on your shoulder, his breath quickened on your neck. 

Davey considered the stranger for a moment longer, his eyes narrowed and suspicious, before leaning back. He nodded once, decisively, and started pulling you away. You waved absently to the stranger, but your attention was focused solely on Davey. He had this look of intensity to him that you’d never seen before. Your drink was gone, and Davey pulled you away from the bars and any chance for you to get another and towards the door. You stuttered out a protest, but his hand was wrapped tightly around yours. He pulled you along, not fast or hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to have to rush to keep up with his stupidly long legs. 

“Davey,” you gasped as cool night air slammed into you. The line to the club was wrapped around the building. If you left now, it would take forever to get back in. You shivered and locked your arms around your middle. 

“Sorry,” he grumbled. He had released your hand as soon as you were outside, and had both of his placed on his hips. He leant his head back, his eyes closed, and was letting measured, timed breaths out into the air. Puffs of breath like smoke obscured his face. “I thought I was gonna kill that guy.” 

A laugh bubbled out of you, but you realized when he didn’t laugh in turn that he was serious. 

“He was nice.” You said, defensively. “He only touched me to steady me. He stepped back right away.” 

“I know.” Davey sighed. He brought a hand up to scrub at his face. He cut his gaze to you and, after a moment, tugged off his big, leather jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. It swallowed you up, encased you in his warmth. “I’m being… unreasonable.” 

You stared up at him for a while, watching as he squeezed one big hand into a fist over and over, tension etched across his shoulders. 

“Is this a wolf thing?” You asked softly, a smile evident in your voice. He looked back down at you, his eyebrow quirked in question. “Like… animal possessiveness or something?” 

He stared down at you in silence for a long moment before his face split into that sharp-toothed grin. He laughed low and easy, rolling his shoulders to chase away his tension. 

“Come on, menace.” He held out his hand for you, waited for you to take it. “If another incubus touches you tonight, I’ll end up in jail.” “Incubus?” You balked. “What is an incubus?”

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nobody wants someone dead the way the redacted fandom wants angel to die in a car accident

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old david was such a bitch i miss him so much

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Angel definitely sleeps with one leg wrapped around one of David’s and David always has his head, arm, or hand touching Angel in some way. One morning they woke up and his pinky was locked around their’s.

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it’s official david has made angel cum in under 5 mins

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I miss the little lisp Vincent got when his fangs were out