#spangle

[jackalb0nes]

Happy Pride Month! I figured I should post this here (as well as on my a03). I know the Fanged Four never had their sexuality confirmed, but I personally hc them as pansexual.

I hope you all enjoy my art and have a good rest of your day! :)

Here is a link to my A03:

C0ffee_B0nes | Archive of Our Own

[djeterg19]

I'm not clicking on the article because I know they won't have the real answer which is just be poly. But then I've been a long time Spangle shipper.

[coal15]

So, hypothetically . . . I write a fic of Buffy, Spike, and Angel as a snarky polycule family where they're all badass and super in love. Does anyone read it?

[enigmatist17]

Part 1 - AU where Angel comes to help Spike after he escapes from the Initiative

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Buffy and Riley didn't notice as Cordelia slowly closed her phone and stood, one hand nervously swiping some imaginary strands of hair from her eyes.

"Cordelia? Is something the matter?" Wesley asks, currently bouncing back and forth between research texts with Giles.

"Um...Riley, is it?" Buffy and Riley look up from their conversation, the soldier a bit confused by the woman he'd only met a few days ago looking at him with concern? Disgust?

"Yes ma'am, how can I help?"

"You uh, wow you're really just like cardboard." Cordelia shook her head, and pressed on before he could express his offense. "So fun fact, Angel's coming, and you need to stick close to Buffy because he's totally going to rip your throat out if you piss him off." She finished with a grin, the room going silent as everyone stared at Cordelia and Riley.

"On a level of general irritation to dealing with Wolfram, how angry are we talking?" Wesley asked suspiciously as Giles headed for his defense stores.

"Like Doyle... like Doyle angry." Cordelia gripped her phone for a moment as her voice trembled before shaking her head. "Says he wants to talk, but you know how temperamental he can be."

"You're being nicer than usual."

"You got here fast." Wesley swallows thickly, the sight of Angel practically materializing in Giles' kitchen making the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. "Is Sp-"

"Yes." The answer is more a growl than an actual response, and his eyes scan the room before fixating on Riley.

"We are talking, right?" Buffy had moved between the two men, and for a moment the two lock eyes before Angel shrugs, crossing his arms.

"You know Hos- the guy who escaped?" Riley bit his tongue, watching eyes colder than anything he'd ever experienced in training lock onto him.

"What did you do to him."

"Me? Nothing." Riley winced as he stumbled over his words, extremely uncomfortable that the vampire could probably hear the beating of his heart increasing as those eyes just stared.

"You should tell him." Buffy's voice is light, but both men are well aware that she's stamping down as much of her frustration as possible, so Angel slowly uncrosses his arms.

"Buffy I can't just tell one of them-"

"What can't you tell little old me?" Angel's lip twitched in a barely repressed snarl, and before Riley could move for the pistol strapped to his thigh, someone loudly cleared their throat.

"As much as I am loving this whole macho manly man dick measuring contest, we need to play nice now." Cordelia gives her brightest smile as all eyes shoot to her, and Angel to everyone's chagrin looks embarrassed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as Giles barely hides his chuckle with a forced cough.

"Man, I need some popcorn." All eyes turn toward the now open door as Xander walks in, freezing in place with Willow curiously peeking from behind his shoulder.

"Hey guys, welcome to the shit show." The two finished entering Giles' home as Riley sits back down with Buffy, constantly looking toward the far corner of the room, where Angel had joined Wesley to quietly murmur about something.

"Nice to see Deadboy hasn't really changed." Xander, helpful as ever quipped, earning an annoyed look from the vampire in question. "But Cordy, you look..."

"Amazing? I know." The brunette smiled, and despite their rocky departure, it's not long before she draws him to the couch to catch him up on everything she's done in L.A.

"H-Hi Angel, hi Wesley." Turning to his left, Angel is surprised to see Willow standing near his side, trying to look at the book they were rifling through.

"Hello Willow." The aspiring witch gave a smile, and her hands fiddle with a small pouch.

"Pleasure to see you again." The former Watcher gave a small bow and looked at what was in her hands. "May we help you with something?"

"I uh, I can help you." Willow held out the pouch, and Angel carefully accepted it with a raised eyebrow. "I um, I read up about vampires who get hurt, o-or starved, because that's what Spike is like right now? So, I found these different herbs and stuff, a-and if you mix it in the blood you give him, it should help accelerate his healing."

"You did this for him?" Angel is surprised as he opens it, seeing varying bags filled with dried powders labeled for a feeding schedule.

"I may not like him, n-not that it's like a bad thing, but no one deserves to be starved, you know?"

"...thank you, this is very sweet of you." Angel's praise was soft, making Willow blush a little bit, and he gently reached out to squeeze her shoulder.

"L-Let me know if you need anything else, okay?"

"Will do." He nodded, and Willow wandered off to join Xander on the couch.

"She's still such a lovely girl." Wesley hummed, glancing down at his books.

"That she is." Angel shook the bag before closing it back up, stowing it in his breast pocket for later. "Was Cordy really worried that I was going to hurt the kid?"

"Well, yes?" Wesley coughed, avoiding his gaze. "Angel, may I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." Angel leaned against the closest wall with his arms crossed.

"You hate Spike, don't you?" Wesley began cautiously, heart thudding in his chest as he kept his gaze away. "You're quite upset with his state however, helping him despite the fact he nearly tried to kill you, so I must ask...why?"

"Hate is not the word I'd use." Angel sighed, closing his eyes briefly as Wesley watched without a word. "As much as he's done a lot to cause pain and irritation, Spike is family, the blood we share supersedes everything. I can't explain it in ways you'd understand, but he's a childe of mine, and I just...have to help."

"I'd say I understand, but for the most part I don't." The former Watcher winced as he scrambled for the right words. "You know I follow where you lead."

"I know, and I really can't thank you both for leaving everything to come with." Angel gave him a small smile, missing the look of surprise from Buffy across the room.

"Speaking of Mr. Hair dye, what are we going to do with him?" Cordelia asked, the conversation with Xander and Willow having trailed off as both men looked over. "I mean, I don't think we can exactly leave him here, not with the government doing all their...wait, what are you doing anyways?" Cordelia looked behind her, Riley once again squirming in discomfort.

"We -" He glanced over at Buffy, who just squeezed his hand. "I can't disclose government information to civilians."

"We don't need a whole dossier." Angel crossed his arms, his words twinged with a growl that had everyone sitting up a but straighter. "What. Do. You. People. Do."

"Learn about the enemy." Riley's response is terse, and he's trained his gaze on the floor.

The silence could cut through steel.

"By any means necessary, right?" Willow crossed her arms as Giles did the same. "That's horrible."

"I just help keep the peace."

"By hunting down demons for capture." Angel filled in the blanks, rather unimpressed.

"...that's the crux of it."

The silence dominates once more.

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The sounds of the shower alert Angel Spike is once again awake when he returns shortly before dawn, the older drawing curtains closed to make sure the main area was kept from the sun. His jacket is slung over the back of the couch, the torn duster carefully spread over the coffee table and cleaned at the least, judging by some blood-soaked gauze tossed to the side. Angel scoops up the trash and tosses it before going to the half-emptied duffle from earlier, pulling out the several types of sewing kits and varying thread he'd scooped up earlier to place them beside the familiar jacket.

"Reckon I can fix it."

"Most likely." There's a small grunt of acknowledgment as Spike retreats back into the bedroom, Angel moving to get himself a mug and Spike two of blood. The powder Willow had given him mixed in with ease, and by the time Spike returned with clothes that shouldn't have been loose, Angel is offering his mug.

"Cheers." Spike raised in before his face changed with a slight wince, looking down at the blood in hesitation before bringing the cup to his lips and taking a large sip. Whatever reservations there could have faded when Spike chugs, reaching for the second mug before he has enough time to set down the first.

"Ease up, I'm not cleaning up vomit." Angel rolls his eyes when the other gives a grumpy growl, but slows down as his grandsire scoops up the empty mug and takes it to the sink.

"Dunno what's in this, tastes bloody amazin'." The smaller man hums, one hand snatching Angel's jacket and draping it over himself like a blanket.

"Healing powder, though I don't think it tastes like anything." Spike grumbles something he can't quite hear, but a quick peek shows that the other keeps drinking. "Do you need more?"

"No, likely going to be sick if I do." Spike is lying, he could drink for days, but his stomach decides it doesn't want to listen as it roils at the first decent meal in ages. "Bloody soldiers."

"I met one, dating Buffy of all people." Angel tries to not sound irritated, but Spike giggles. "He hasn't said much. Yet."

"You'll make him sing, peaches." Spike sets the mostly drained cup on the coffee table before tucking his legs underneath the coat.

He's so bloody tired.

"I know I will." Angel isn't much warmer than he is, Spike's mind supplies, but it feels like the arm that magically appears around his shoulder is as warm as the sun. "You need to rest."

"Can't, not for long." Spike mumbles, rubbing his cheek against Angel's shirt unconsciously. "They'll find me..."

"No, they won't." The pompous voice is so soft, so gentle, and Spike wonders what he's done to deserve it. "You can rest, I'll be on the lookout."

"You can't lookout for shit." Spike tries to keep his eyes open, but the task is herculean.

"I'll get by." There is the soft voice again, and now a hand is running through his curly hair. "Sleep."

For once, Spike listens.

[sillybeanies]

today's beanie: spangle the bear (keyring)

[jt1674]

[plokster]

A birthday drawing for @party-cat-anthem!

[sklira]

Spangle | Should

[ayanos-pl]

よれよれの彼岸花にボロボロのクロアゲハが来ていた（10月6日）

A spangle (Papilio protenor)

[savageboar]

my little man Spangle passed away last night from old age, I'll miss you so much...

[captain-ghost]

Hi just so everyone knows um I think about the Angel/Spike and Jack/John parallels every day

tfw you've spent a hundred years coming to terms with infinite remorse

[vigilante-apologist]

Main character trios are meant to end up as a polycule and you can’t change my mind

[enigmatist17]

Part 1 with Spike's POV

Part 3

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He remembers the night he was turned.

Druscilla had been the one to approach the pretty man, tears glistening on a face too pure for this world. Those electric blue eyes watch every word that she speaks, widening in shock when she begins to feed on him, frightened cries dying off as she's taken her fill, sweet lips being stained with their first taste of blood. Angelus had watched every moment as his childe crooned to the dead man, dragging him off into the night towards the town's cemetery.

The sweet boy awoke an eager killer, taking joy in massacring those who had mocked him after dealing with his mother. Those eyes were so bright, holding their brightest shine for Angelus and every word he spoke, eager to please those who had brought him into a new world by painting his old world in blood.

Those eyes are so dark now, despite the smallest shimmer of life that had returned to him.

Angel had been made aware that Spike was in L.A when a contact had called him, talking about a crazy vampire wandering the streets. At first, he wasn't sure who it was, paying his contact before heading into the remains of his former home and office space. A broken window that led into what used to be his home was the only sign someone was inside, and after moving some fallen debris, Angel descended into the burnt room, one hand holding a stake just in case.

Spike doesn't even register him, propped up on the wall underneath the shattered window he'd crawled through like a discarded doll.

His hair is so long, Angel first thinks as he approaches the sleeping man, those wonderful curls framing a face that looks so tired. This is not the man Angel knows, and after there is no reaction to gentle pokes and prods, Spike is gathered into Angel's arms and carried up and out to his car. He's just gotten into the driver's seat when Spike begins to mutter, his voice scratchy from lack of feeding.

William is a bad bad bad boy

William killed, William took and took and took from everyone and anyone, because he was a bad bad bad boy who wanted so much from life.

Spike was a bad man, the bad man who pushed William away and under so no one could see him anymore. Spike snarled, drank, and killed Slayers and innocents, Spike reveled in the dark, blind to everything he destroyed because he didn't, couldn't care.

Angel is dimly aware his steering wheel has snapped with the squeeze of his hands, but right now he drives towards the Hyperion a tick under what the police would call excessive speeding. He knows those words, the way they're forced out between clenched teeth as one hand begins to claw at tattered clothing. He doesn't even realize he's arrived and parked until he's halfway hauling Spike out of the garage and to the reception area, Spike just mutters away in his arms as Angel goes for his room, blank eyes staring out but not seeing as they pass by a startled Wesley. Angel places Spike on the bed when they've finally arrived, wincing at the rough shape of the man before starting on the easy part of removing his boots.

Spike just lies on the bed, vacant eyes staring at a ceiling that may as well have not existed. The worst of his wounds centered on his chest, and Angel knows only too well what he was trying to claw out, one hand gently caressing the side of Spike's face before he returns to the task at hand.

"It tastes like ash, ash in my mouth where it should be gold, ruined ruined ruined. Only ash forever more, all I deserve, all that should be there, ash ash ash for the bad man, the bad men, ash for Spike, and ash for William."

"It will pass." Angel knows Spike can't hear him when he wearily sits on the bed beside him, running a hand through matted hair.

He can see the shimmer in those eyes, and wonders if that's what Buffy saw in his own.

There's a soft whimper at the touch, the blonde desperately pressing close and reaching out for something, someone, anyone.

"Hush now, no need for that." Angel's voice is softer than a feather as he gathers Spike into his arms, lying down to hold the trembling man with a soft hum. It's not long before Spike begins to rub his cheek against his chest, the move usually found with fledgling's within their first few days of being undead, vying for attention, or the promise of safety from a sire as they sorted the beast from rationality. He has to take a moment before purring to Spike, hoping that if he made the other man feel safe, he would rest, rewarded a few moments later with Spike purring in response. Well, it's more of a muted cry, and the protector in Angel has him purring again, wanting to keep the other feeling safe.

Spike falls asleep in his arms, unaware both halves of Angel watch over him.

It's not for long though, Angel reading through a case when Spike begins to mutter as he wakes.

"Spike? It's time to wake up."

Paperwork is set aside as Angel gives the other his full attention, the smaller man moaning a little as he resisted...well, Angel isn't sure, but he's been there, so he stays as sweet as possible.

"Open your eyes."

Spike mutters something before cracking open those familiar eyes, and Angel can see the wonder that William always held before they close just as quickly with a wince. The investigator sighs, and decides to start moving the hand he's had tangled in Spike's hair again, giving a soft purr in hopes of once again calming the other. This seems to do the opposite, Spike pressing against his hand and side as he begins to sob, the sounds heartbreaking to most as Angel slowly continues. Eventually the cries quiet, and Angel tries again to draw the other back to consciousness.

"William?"

The other stills before letting out a low hiss, suddenly jerking from Angel's hold and off the bed before he can catch the other.

"William is wrong, wrong, a bad boy who is wrong! The name is poison on lips, spikes in the head, blood down your chin, wrong wrong wrong!" Spike's rambling stops when his scramble away is hindered by the wall across the room, his body tensing like a snake that was ready to strike. Angel wants nothing more than to go after him, but instead moves so he's sitting on the corner of the bed, watching Spike's head swaying back and forth, awaiting some unseen danger.

"It's not wrong," His voice is gentle, and Spike cocks his head to the side. "Who is right?"

Spike's breathing turned ragged as he pondered the question, and Angel slowly begins to approach the man.

"Spike, but not Spike, William but not William, they are wrong but right and stained in blood, end them both!" The beg goes unheard, Angel crouching down just out of striking distance.

He's not ready for the screaming.

"HELP US, HELP ME! WE ARE THE BLOOD THAT STAINS THE CHILDREN, THE INNOCENT, WE CAUSED THE SCREAMS!"

Angel draws him into a tight hug before Spike has a chance to claw at himself again, tears once again flowing as the man sobs.

"You didn't tell me it burns, the light is burning me from the inside out, we'll die!" He sobbed, and Angel can feel the way Spike curls against him in a way that was so familiar.

"You'll be alright...you'll be alright." The words as mere whispers as Angel presses a few kisses to the top ofnthe sobbing man's head. Spike is strong, so strong in a world that wanted to punish those who laughed in its face, and he always admired him for that.

"Kill us Angelus....please."

"You've come too far, I won't."

"Will you stay?"

It's more of a beg than a question, and he can feel Spike, William, both are fading again.

"I won't leave you, either of you." Angel murmurs, barely registering the claws that break skin as the other falls asleep, giving himself completely to Angel despite everything.

They sit there together as the night turns to day, Angel cradling the men who had to contend with having the pain of lifetimes thrown into every fiber of his being. He knows that pain intimately, but knows he won't let Spike deal with it alone.

So they sit there, Angel promising that Spike won't ever be hurt again.

[theofficialwolfplanet]

Wolf Planet - Spangle

[all-vim-no-vigor]

Spuffy will always be otp but I cannot deny the allure of Spangle.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - 2.14 "Innocence" | 3.17 "Enemies"