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Post by PyleansDontLeaveMe on Jul 21, 2004 7:51:38 GMT -5
The official Angel/Potted Plant 'shippers fanfic site!
Please be tastefully PG13 or below, we don't want to have to start putting that pesky 'warning, must be 18 to view the objectionable material' page in front of the forum.
Um...
Not that I've ever seen that page.
Personally
I mean, I've heard about it...
Oh never mind.
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Post by Insane Troll Logic on Jul 21, 2004 9:50:30 GMT -5
It's a new day at W&H, and Angel walks into his office. As he sips his otter's blood he notices a new addition to the room.....
A potted plant......
But no ordinary potted plant. Oh, no. He was sure he could see it wiggle it's stem in his general direction....
What was going on? Why did it wiggle? And more to the point.......why did he wiggle back?..........
To be continued....
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Post by Disgruntled Gremlin on Jul 21, 2004 10:41:08 GMT -5
Plant: Wanna photosynthesyse with me?
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Post by bitterman on Jul 21, 2004 18:30:22 GMT -5
Ooohh, I smell mulch...  |
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Post by PyleansDontLeaveMe on Jul 22, 2004 4:57:32 GMT -5
The days past like lightning. Soon, Angel realized he could no longer remember what his life had been like before pottie had come into his life. He heard her, gently wheezing her photosynthesis in the bed beside him. It was these, the early hours of the morning that he treasured most- The calm, the smell of last nights mulch and passion, the dirt beneath his fingernails...
He felt a frond gently caress his forehead.
'I'm sorry,' he said in a low grumble, 'I didn't mean to wake you.'
He pulled Pottie close, the inner spoon to his outer. All was right with the world. He was perfectly happy...
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Post by IllyriaWorshipper on Jul 24, 2004 16:28:09 GMT -5
oh crap, he's happy.
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Post by angelusfan3 on Jul 24, 2004 17:53:17 GMT -5
and we all know were that leads to  |
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Post by bitterman on Jul 24, 2004 18:28:53 GMT -5
and we all know were that leads to Pruning!  |
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Post by angelusfan3 on Jul 24, 2004 19:37:01 GMT -5
yep  |
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Post by tjaman on Jul 27, 2004 2:06:03 GMT -5
But theirs was a forbidden love -- forbidden, I say -- and Angel kept it on the downlow. He hated having to lie to Nina.
"Angel, don't you love me anymore?" she said, after yet another evening with ... that's not a stake.
"Of ... of course I do," he responded. "I've just been, y'know, tired."
He harbored an intense jealousy of the demon who watered all the plants in the building. He so longed for that open intimacy, to stroke Pottie's fronds, to revel in the spores, to gently clear away the dead leaves that he mourned. "Oh, I loved that little leaf," he thought, glaring in mute rage as Waryll tended to the pruning -- right there in front of him like he wasn't even there, this brazen act of cuckoldry in plante delicto until one day he couldn't take it any more.
Wesley came into Angel's office a few days later. "What happened to Waryll, the plant demon?" he asked. "My ficus is shedding something fierce. Hey, did you repot that thing?"
Indeed, Pottie's pot was larger. "Y-yes," he said. Angel couldn't look at him. Waryll had wanted to move in on his plant, he thought. Well, be careful what you wish for.
"I think he's on vacation," Angel said. Wes shrugged and left, now joyously above suspicious in his search for a watering can. Finally, he thought to himself, rubbing his hands together. MY turn.
Finally free of interlopers, the relationship deepened, richer and stronger every day. Pottie thrived under Angel's ravishments, and for the first time in his undeath, Angel knew peace and thorough-going contentment. He ached to tell those closest to him, but he couldn't dare. No one knew ...
... until one day when Illyria walked into his office, co.cking one ear toward Pottie, and then stared at Angel for a very long time.
"The depravity of this world of men disgusts me," she said. "You are one sick puppy."
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Post by Disgruntled Gremlin on Jul 27, 2004 17:04:47 GMT -5
Angelus: Thought you could make Angel HAPPY, did you?
Potted Plant: <<Not the weedwhacker!>>
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Post by IllyriaWorshipper on Aug 6, 2004 2:48:31 GMT -5
pore plant got wacked.
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Post by Dr. Purple Goddess on Aug 6, 2004 8:12:16 GMT -5
NOTE:(this post is in no way affected by the number in which it was given...yeah right. :END NOTE)
Oh Skite that was funny! You guys are brilliant. I wish I had visited sooner. But sometimes it just pays to watch rather than participate. LOL
I teared up reading this stuff. Though I'd like to see the other side of when Angelus appears and the gang has to get Angel back. Oh my perhaps I'll have to write it....
...As the moment of pure joy and happiness flowed over him, Angel was suddenly wracked with pain that eminated from his acorn heart and spread to every fiber of his being.
He screamed in agony...
Pottie shyed away from him in fear of the pain that so clearly invaded her lover's body.
Angel rolled from the bed crawling slowly in agony across the floor.
"Help me!" he anguished
And suddenly there was a deafening silence as Angel stood slowly his naked back toward Pottie.
Meanwhile Pottie moved away from the bed to the elevator that would take her back to the office. She was afraid and she thought she had better find help.
As Angelus turned around he noticed Pottie's movements. He began muttering to himself.
In that moment the elevator sounded and Nina stepped out.
"Angel, I'm here for my monthly vis--w-what's going on?"
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Post by PyleansDontLeaveMe on Oct 12, 2004 12:34:28 GMT -5
Angelus barely had time to react to Nina's presence before Potted Plant flew from nowhere, knocking Nina to the floor!
'Bitch bettah stay away from my man!' screamed pottie as she plunged a leafy frond through Nina's sternum , tearing from the gory hole Nina's still-beating heart and misting herself with its unholy crimson spray.
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Post by Aunt Arlene on Oct 27, 2004 0:12:35 GMT -5
Even Angelus found himself freaked out by this scene. He fled the building and spent the next few weeks eating his way through the city. Pottie found herself alone and increasingly depressed as the days passed. One day she found herself too despondent to go on. She scrawled a quick farewell note and jumped off the table. Her pot made a sickening sound as it hit the floor. Potsherds flew in every direction as fresh black dirt spilled onto the carpet. The note gently floated to rest next to Pottie. Hours earlier, Angel had managed to regain his soul. Um, Angelus had tired of blood and wanted a hamburger and his soul was the toy in his Happy Meal. Yeah, that's what happened.  The same moment Pottie was crashing to the floor, Angel came bursting through the door. "Noooooo!" He immediately called the mystical botany department. They arrived and started tending to Pottie. One of the techs found the note and handed it to Angel. It read, "Thanks for the frond memories." Angel spent the next 48 hours waiting to hear news on Pottie's prognosis. The last he heard, they were going to attempt a stem graft. Her PH level was not looking good, however. |
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