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lucifers-clown · 3 years

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Stood Up

Lucifer Morningstar x reader.

Warnings: Angst angst angst, mentions of drinking and arguing.

Request: Can I request a lucifer fic when the reader thinks he's pulling away or loves Chloe more than them? I just want to see lucifer mess up and grovel for forgiveness hahaha. Tysmmmm!

A/N: I wrote this listening to the new lil nas x album, it's good I recommend it. This is probably my favorite fic I’ve written. And it's probably the longest too. So enjoy everyone.

Summary: Lucifer has spent all his time with Chloe lately, does he even care about your marriage anymore.

You were glad Lucifer had managed to weasel his way onto the LAPD, in your 3 years of marriage you realize Lucifer could use a stable job. What you weren’t glad about was the fact he was prioritizing Chloe over you. Even when it didn’t come to things involving work. You thought Chloe was cool, so you couldn’t even bring yourself to be angry at her, she didn’t control your husband.

It started small, missing some dates to help her with cases over time, no biggie. But then it was not coming home until past midnight, and leaving before you even had time to drink a cup of coffee. His little text he’d send you at work became sparse, then none. At this moment the clinginess you had once found annoying, has become something you pissed badly. Coming home became something you dreaded because the penthouse would be empty.

But today, looking up, you were able to get a grasp on Lucifer for more than 10 minutes, and planned a small date night at one of your favorite restaurants. You were elated, finally some time your husband, you didn’t even care if he talked about Chloe and work the whole time.

You picked a cute little outfit, something on the fancy side, because it was a rather formal restaurant. You and Lucifer had agreed to meet at the restaurant. You fixed your hair, fixed your face up a bit. Took an uber to the restaurant, and walked in practically bouncing with joy. And sat at the table for two you had reserved.

And then he was 5 minutes late, then 15, then 30. You felt like a fool, you had practically finished the bottle of wine you ordered waiting for him. When the clock had shown he was an hour late, you gave up and asked for the check. And once you got into the uber to go home, you received a text from him. It read

“So sorry love, I won’t be able to make it, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

You could just about have crushed your phone in your hand, you were so mad. He may be immortal but if you could get your hands on he would be dead in ten minutes or less.

Walking into Lux, you greeted Maze while crossing through. She could see the look of sadness on your face.

“Don’t tell me he flaked on you? For his safety you better answer no.”

“Maze I sat there for an hour, I looked so stupid! Honestly I’d be okay if you threw him around a bit.”

“Really?”

“No, because I’m trying to be the better person, but my patience is really, REALLY, wearing thin.”

“Well Y/N just let me know if you want to come home dickless, I’d be glad to do the job.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You smile at her, and head onto the elevator.

You enter your deary, dead, penthouse. You walk over to the bar, and take a shot of vodka. and head off to the bathroom, to have a good shower cry. You change into your pajamas, grab some blankets, and crash onto the couch. Because right now you did not want to share a bed with him.

You hear the elevator open up at about 1ish, as it disturbs you from your sleep. You don’t get up to greet him, you don’t stir.

“Y/N what on earth are you doing on the couch.” He glances down at your supposedly sleeping form. He goes to gently shake your shoulder but you move away. “Now what's that for?”

“What do you think!” you shout and shoot up, startling him a bit. “Lucifer you made me look like a fucking fool tonight!”

“I told you I’d make up for it! You know I am a busy person Y/N, I'm Sorry for missing one measly date!” He shouts back.

You throw yourself off the couch. “One Lucifer? One? It's more like Six at this point! I hardly see you anymore! You have no time for me!” You shout back. You can feel tears welling up but you didn’t want to descend into sobs so you hold them back.

“Chloe’s my friend I can't just leave her hanging! Why are you being so selfish! I’m trying to juggle things and you're not making it easy!”

“And I’m your fucking wife! If you can’t make at least an hour for me, how the hell is this marriage supposed to work!” You cry. You descend into sobs and fall back onto the ouch. Bringing your hands over your head you cry. You feel Lucifer down beside you, and he begins to rub your back and pull you close. Once you begin to calm down, he speaks.

“I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize how much I’ve been spending at LAPD.” He says in a soothing tone. “I’m sorry love I truly am, I’ll stop working over time, hell I’ll even quit, I can’t lose you. Nothing's working destroying the marriage with the love of my life over.

“Don’t quit your job Luci, I just want my husband back.” You choke out and look him in his eyes. You look at his saddened face, he looks like he's gonna begin crying too.

“You’ll have him back and more I promise. I’ll do anything to make these past couple of weeks up.” He says and runs his hands through your hair. He pulls you to your chest. Not caring if your tears will get on his shirt, just wanting you close to him. Listening to his heartbeat so close brings you comfort. Though you were still a little pissed at him, it was nice to just get close to him again.

“Do you promise?”

“You have my word, my love.” he says and places a kiss onto your head. “Would you like to go to bed, so you don’t have to sleep on the couch ?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” you smile at him.

And he suddenly lifts you up bridal style and carries you to the bed. You fall onto it with joining you a second later and he strips down to his underwear. And he brings you into his arms, the warmth something you had missed badly. And in that moment you knew things between the two of you would be okay.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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corpse x reader headcanon where corpse talks about how his s/o has severe abandonment issues and is really clingy and he doesnt mind it despite haters saying otherwise?

Oooh this is gonna be a bit angsty, just a heads up. Still, I hope you enjoy it ~ 💕

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fear of abandonment, Past relationship trauma

- You'd never had someone like this

- Someone to talk to about anything

- Someone to hold your hand through everything

- Someone to feel for you and you for them

- You never thought you'd find that someone either

- You had given up on the hopes long ago so you reluctance at the beginning of your relationship with Corpse was completely understandable

- You were quick to speak on your concerns, all those little demons that arise in your head whenever you step in a new relationship of any kind, especially romantic

- The way you grew attached to people so quickly and so strongly could easily be used against you one way or another

- And, more often than not, the people you found yourself in a relationship with used it to their advantage, not giving a crap that they were hurting you in the process

- It always seemed to be the same pattern: you met someone, grew attached, became prepared to do anything to avoid losing them (even things you wouldn't typically agree to), they'd use you, they'd leave you and you'd still think it was all your fault

- Getting yourself hurt over and over again didn’t stop you from getting attached to a person just as or even more intensely the next time around

- All you wanted was someone who’d stay

- All you wanted was for people to stop leaving you

- And Corpse was quick to become that someone to you

- Seeing his caring and endearing nature, you immediately started feeling bold, well as bold as you could be after so many falls in your life

- He wasn’t simply sympathetic when you expressed your struggles to him but he also understood them to a new level

- A level close to the one you’ve been on all your life

- That’s why the connection between the two of you was immediately stronger in comparison to any other you may have felt

- Truth be told, there was never really a connection with those people before him, the ones who left you, you just wanted someone by your side and didn’t allow yourself to see your worth to avoid picking the wrong choices

- To you it always seemed like you were the wrong choice

- But still, Corpse chose you, he chose to stay

- Cause he wanted to, cause he loved and cared for you

- That being said, you two have rarely been apart since you got together

- You’ve been joining him on his streams, either just hanging out in the recording room with him or even playing with him and his friends if he manages to convince

- He rarely succeeds though, seeing as how you’re very timid when it comes to his friend group, a shyness you can’t quite explain

- It applies to his stream in general too

- You don’t want to think about how many eyes and ears are observing you when you’re playing

- And you had every right to be concerned about being so exposed, mostly cause people - jealous people aka haters - used this exposure of yours to look for your flaws and use them to speak negatively of you online

- Luckily, Corpse was quick to catch onto the things being said about you and to say he wasn’t happy about it would be an understatement

- He refused to let anyone speak ill of you and the comments they were making about you - calling you a clingy, annoying gold-digger - lit a feverous, angry fire in him, rendering him restless until he ultimately faced all those haters behind their screens head-on

- He organized a whole stream to address this issue, delicately explaining the situation, your relationship and your abandonment issues

- He made it clear that what they refer to as ‘clinginess’ to him is the affection he’s always wanted to receive but never thought he would because of how closed-off he is and how little human interaction he gets in his daily life

- “What you call clinginess has turned me into a better person. And who you call an annoying gold digger is the love of my life. So watch yourselves, you can talk shit about me all you want, but one bad word about Y/N is more than enough to set me off. They deserve nothing but the best this world has to offer and they’re most certainly not deserving of all this hate you throw their way because you are unhappy with yourselves”

- Little did he know you were listening to his whole speech, tears brimming your eyes as his words sunk in, repeating in your head over and over again

- It was his promise to never have you hurt, to never break your heart, to never get tired of you

- To never abandon you

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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I saw your request were open! And I wanted to ask if maybe you could do a one shot with An Mc that runs to Satan after maybe Lucifer cheated on her and then Mc and Satan start dating? If you can’t I apologize for asking. I hope you have a nice day!😊

Thank You, Lucifer (Satan x GN!Reader ft. Lucifer)

Word Count : 2.1K Warnings : Cheating;

It was something that you had already assumed was going on. He had grown distant, the dates had all but stopped, and the visits to your bedroom in the middle of the night were becoming so rare that you had stopped even trying to stay up for him. There was no point in believing that he loved you anymore, that he even needed you anymore, but there was a part of you that wanted to keep holding onto the smallest fragment of hope that maybe he was just going through something, that he would come back to you and apologize. Looking back on things, the red flags were there, all the signs were practically flashing in neon lights, you just refused to see them at the time. Now though… now you couldn’t ignore them. They were right in front of you… He was right in front of you. Him and the other demon who had taken him away, and you couldn’t even blame them for it. He had lied to you, and he had lied to them. They probably didn’t know a thing about you, just as you hadn’t known a thing about them. All of his excuses of having to go to the castle to have a meeting with Lord Diavolo, all the times he said he couldn’t come up to meet you at night because he was staying late in his office… they were lies, he had lied. Lucifer didn’t care for you, he didn’t care for your feelings, and even if you were to confront him about what you saw, he was too prideful to admit that he was wrong and apologize for it. There was no hope, and there was no point in trying to salvage something that had most likely been falling apart long before you even realized it was.

“Satan…” You stood in the doorway of the library, the tears had been streaming down your face since you turned away from the scene in front of you. You had run all the way home, hoping to find comfort or solace in someone or something. You heard the wood crackling in the fireplace, knowing exactly who was in there before you even saw him in the chair. It’s not that you were actually looking for him, but he was the first brother you had come across, and you needed someone to talk to, someone to listen. His eyes lifted from the pages of his book, widening when he saw the slowly drying tear streaks that coated your cheeks. “What happened?” He was immediately in defense mode, closing his book and tossing it to the side as he moved to stand next to you. “Did someone hurt you? Where were you? Who was it?” His touch was soft as he brought his hands up, brushing his thumbs lightly across your cheeks to wipe away the tear streaks. “Nobody…” Nobody had hurt you, not the way that he thought at least. Telling Satan what happened would most likely have him going on a rant about how shitty Lucifer is and how he hadn’t deserved you in the first place. It’s not that you cared about how Satan would bash your now ex, it’s just that you didn’t want to hear about Lucifer at all, you didn’t even want to say his name. “He’s cheating on me… I saw him with someone else… I saw…” You had been trying so hard to not break down about it again, but saying it out loud, telling someone else, it was just as hard. Your voice broke, and you threw yourself against him, burying your face in his chest as the tears started falling once more. Strong arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you close against him, like he was trying to hold you together to keep you from breaking anymore than you already were. “It’s okay… I know it doesn’t seem like it is right now… But it will be. It’s gonna be okay.” His head rested on top of yours, he was doing all that he could, the best that he could to try to make you feel better. “Do you want to sit and read with me? Maybe it’ll take your mind off of things…” Take your mind off of it… You weren’t sure how well that would work, or if it would work at all… but he was trying. You nodded weakly, pulling away from his chest and walking with him to sit on the couch, his arm wrapping around you loosely as you leaned against his shoulder. His voice was soft, soothing… it was the comfort that you needed, the comfort you had been looking for when you had run into the house. You hadn’t thought that you would find it in Satan, you had thought that he would have taken the opportunity to bash Lucifer as much as he could while throwing in an “I told you so”, but he never said that, he never once brought up Lucifer after you had told him what happened. He cared about you when he didn’t have to, he didn’t have to do any of this for you, but he did, and as his voice filled the room, quiet and sweet, it slowly lulled you to sleep.

“It’s time to wake up, come on…” You nudged the blonde's shoulder, trying to wake him from his deep sleep. He groaned, rolling over and wrapping his arms around you as he moved his head onto your lap, essentially holding you there on the bed until he actually felt like waking up. It was like this every morning, especially when he’d stay up late reading or studying. You leaned over to kiss the top of his before rustling his hair, scooting out of his arms as you got up off the bed, smiling down at him. “This is why I tell you not to stay up late, you’re almost as hard to wake up as Belphie.” He groaned even louder at the mention of how late he had stayed up. He would strain his eyes to read in the dim light of a candle so that the rest of the lights could stay off and you could get some sleep. You had told him way too many times to stop doing that and to just sleep, but he would always give you the “one more chapter” or the “I’m almost finished” and then end up finishing an entire book in one night. You laughed lightly as he pulled the blankets over his face and rolled back over onto his stomach. “Just a couple more minutes, kitten. I’ll meet you down at the table.” He mumbled, and shortly after you heard the soft snores coming from him as he fell back asleep. When Satan had asked you out it had come as a surprise to you. What had started as a strong friendship based on your deep hatred for Lucifer had turned into something more, and it wasn’t until you had begun dating him that you realized just how unhappy Lucifer had actually made you. Satan was the picture perfect boyfriend, it was something that you had never expected, and to be quite honest, you had never expected to be with him at all, but things couldn’t be better than they are right now. You grabbed your robe and slipped it on before leaving the room, deciding to give him a couple more minutes of sleep before going back up and trying to wake him up again. “Glad you moved on so quickly, Y/N.” Lucifer was sitting at the table, sipping his coffee as you grabbed the pot to fill your own cup. It had become common with him to make snarky offhanded comments whenever he saw you, even if he saw you and Satan together. He never said it shittily, but you could hear the undertones, and what he said was meant to upset you or irritate you. Usually you’d just let it go and Satan would take you back up to his room, or take you out of the house to keep you from thinking about it too much… But you were alone this morning, and you’ve had enough of it. You finished making your coffee before going over to the table and sitting across from him, giving him a smug smile before taking a sip and placing your cup back down. “Not as quick as moving on before the relationship was even over, right Luci? How’s that one going, or did you already get bored and find another one?” Talking back to Lucifer like that was just as dangerous as doing it with Lord Diavolo, but you weren’t going to let him keep saying things like that to you, trying to make you feel bad for being with Satan after he had screwed up. It wasn’t fair, and everyone knew it. He rolled his eyes, and even though he was smiling, you could tell that what you said bothered him. His grip on his cup handle tightened, and you could see his jaw clench as he tried to hold back. Before he could say anything though, Satan came up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning in to kiss the top of your head. “You should try to keep better company, kitten. I don’t think your cheating ex is the best company to have around.” There was no need to turn around and look at Satan to know that he was smirking, you could hear it in his voice as he said it. It would be another morning of those two trying to pluck each other's nerves. “Oh there you are. I’m not used to seeing the kitten without their owner.” You heard Satan’s teeth grit together from behind you and you quickly placed your hand on top of his own on your shoulder. You didn’t need them to get into an all out fight, not today at least. “Do you take in all lost kittens or just

the ones that you already know belong to someone else?” Now it was your turn to grit your teeth, your nails digging into the top of Satan’s hand as his fingers tightened around your shoulder. “Oh shut up, Lucifer. You sound like an idiot, everyone already knows you’re the one who screwed up.” Satan was beyond done with Lucifer’s shit, and he wasn’t going to play the games anymore. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the chair, wrapping his arm around your waist as he started heading out of the kitchen. He was annoyed, as anyone would be under the circumstances. Lucifer was acting like he did nothing wrong and trying to make Satan seem like the one who had ruined the relationship. It was bullshit, and everyone in the house knew that it was too. “I don’t want to think about him, especially not today…” He squeezed your side lightly, smiling softly down at you. “You know what today is, right?”

Of course you knew what day it was. You had been looking forward to it all week, planning how you would celebrate and what you wanted to wear and where you wanted to go. It was yours and Satan’s six month anniversary, you had been together half a year, and whenever you thought back on the day that you had first ran into his arms, it always seemed like just yesterday. It was ridiculous that Lucifer was still hung up on it, and while it was highly annoying to you that he wouldn’t shut up, it seemed like Satan found some sort of entertainment in it most of the time. In his eyes, he had won, he was better than Lucifer, and he had something that Lucifer could never have. He had you. “I have something really big planned for tonight… but the whole day is ours. We can do whatever you’d like, but tonight… you’re all mine.” He winked down at you, and it felt like your skin had burst into flames. He always had a way of doing that to you, he was such a tease sometimes, but you loved it, you loved him. He was perfect, he was everything that Lucifer wasn’t. He was loyal, he was sweet, and he was kind. Satan wasn’t just the complete opposite of Lucifer, he was exactly what you needed, and he was always there when you needed him. If someone had told you a couple years ago that you’d be dating Satan in the future, you would have laughed at them, told them that you hadn’t done anything that awful to deserve such a punishment, but now… You couldn’t see yourself being with anyone but Satan. He was more amazing than words could describe, and even though what Lucifer had done was awful, you couldn’t help but silently thank him for basically pushing you into the arms of the one man that you truly loved. Maybe that was the one good thing Lucifer had done for you.

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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hey toni… request for u!!! what about an mc with a cat who looks super sweet, and is to mc, but torments the brothers. and when theyre like “your cat is a demon” mc is just like “awwww no hes my baby!!! how could you say that!!!”

(I have a soft spot for these kinds of cats, okay, they just love their owner and don't like anyone else lmao xD)

By the way, these are to be taken in a comical sense! No cats were actually harmed by any demon boys!😽

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Lucifer:

At first, he tried to be indifferent to that cat being around, especially considering how important said cat was to MC

But the moment this cat started hissing at and scratching him for absolutely no reason, he was ready to throw the ball of fluff right out a window

Glaring fights all the time between these two, and I would not put it past Lucifer to even hiss right back at the cat to assert dominance

Cue puffed up demon form, wings flared out to try and be scary and intimidating, only for the cat to puff up in turn and spit and hiss even louder

(Get a spray bottle and spray them both down, seriously)

He brings up his issues with MC, who has the demonic thing in their lap, purring away as they pet him, acting all innocent and sweet

"No way! They wouldn't hurt a fly! You just don't like them cause you're a dog person, pff," they dismiss him and he just gets more angry and annoyed

He eventually asks MC to keep the cat in their room, unless they want him to turn them into a snack for Cerberus (rude, Luci. Rude)

Mammon:

He genuinely wants to be the cat's friend, cooing at them and wanting to pet and play with them; hell, he even gets toys with his own money!

But when the cat just hisses with full fangs showing and swipes at his face; oh it is f*cking on

They become mortal enemies, and he doesn't care who sees them fight; full on wrestling matches in the hallways, bedrooms, wherever these two are, they fighting

And when it comes to getting attention from MC? Whooo boy. It gets ugly!

He will literally yeet the cat across the room much to MC's horror and get a hard wack to the chest or even the head while they run to check on their precious baby

He complains to MC about how the cat is towards him, but he gets shut down immediately; "They are a good baby! You just like to antagonize them and cause trouble!"

You wound him, MC. Just you watch, one day he is gonna get it on camera to show how evil this cat really is!

Leviathan:

He thinks the cat is very cute, and tolerates them being in his room, up until they start climbing his shelves and knocking over his figurines

"No, kitty, you don't belong up there, come here! Let me get you do--WHAT THE FU-!"

Bites right down on his hand, growling in the process, and when he pulls his hand away, the cat starts hissing loudly as well

Goes full demon mode and ready to square up with this cat; he defiled his precious idols AND dared to attack him? Oooooh no sir!

Grabs the cat off his shelf and proceeds to start a wrestling match, cat scratching and hissing while he hisses and snarls in return

MC comes in to check on them only to scream and break up the fight, checking on their cat, leaving Levi to pout and whine at them about their cat being an asshole

"It's not like they did it on purpose, Levi! You could've seriously hurt them when in your demon form!"

Feels utterly betrayed by his Henry, a feral beast picked over him; he continues to pout and mumble while MC tends to their cat, giving Levi a few comforting headpats every now and then

Satan:

Determined to befriend this damned cat

He puts up with the hissing and the biting and scratching, all in the name of his love for the furry being

Please accept him, kitty, he is a desperate soul who wishes to bond with you and take care of you

Genuinely gets sad at how the cat starts to avoid him the more he tries to get close, and brings up this issue to MC

"Maybe try their favorite treats? I give them some whenever they do something good, so maybe that can help you bond?"

Makes it a point to get as many bags of treats as he can to try and win over this cat

Will give them a few when they start getting close, and even more when they are right next to him, so he can reach out and pet them

Gets rewarded in clawed up fingers and even a few scratches at his face when he tries to pick up the furious fur ball and give them a hug

Asmodeus:

Oh such a cutie, I would love to give them pets, come here little dar--OH OWWW!

Nope, not putting up with this evil thing, don't let them anywhere near this demon

The trust was broken immediately when he tried to take a chunk out of Asmo's delicate hand and it can not be gained back

The cat fluffs up and hisses whenever Asmo walks by them and he just gives them the biggest stink eye, softly growling at them in turn

If MC is spending time with him, he refuses to let the cat into his room, or whatever room they are hanging out in

He is not risking letting that animal bite him again, and he shows the bite mark to MC, complaining about how cruel their cat is

"Oh, no, he really is such a sweetheart though! He'll warm up to you, I promise, it just takes a little time. But don't give up on him!"

Asmo isn't sure if that cat will ever warm up to him, considering they practically glare holes into him any time he enters a room they are in!

Beelzebub:

He is very accepting of the furball right away, letting them follow him around and hang out with him

He even enjoys their company from time to time, despite how sometimes they growl when he tries to pet them

But when they start growling at him and attacking his hands to make him drop his food, oh...

MC come get your cat before Beel devours them in rage!!!!

Chases the cat around the house the first time this happens and almost destroys several rooms in the process

Complains very angrily to MC what the cat did, and his frown only deepens when they defend them. "I'm sorry Beel, I am sure they were just hungry! Or more than likely they were playing with you, they are a very playful kitty cat!"

Glares between MC and their cat, trying to keep calm and not get mad at MC because he understands how much the cat means to them

Asks MC, politely, if they can keep the cat away from the kitchen because he doesn't want that to happen again

Belphegor:

Cool, another nap buddy! He doesn't mind sharing his bed, or MC's bed for that matter, with this catto

But it definitely does not go as smoothly as he thought it would

He places down his cow pillow to lay on it when the cat immediately jumps on it, claiming it as their own

When he tries to get them to move, they hiss and spit, sinking their nails into the fabric and swiping at Belphie any time he tried to move them off the pillow

Another case of fighting between demon and cat that ends up getting broken up by MC walking in and finding them tugging at the pillow

When they get on Belphie's case and not the cat's, he gets super defensive and complains about how mean the cat actually is

"Oh c'mon Belphie, they just wanted to lay on your pillow, you don't need to get so upset about it. You can share, can't you?"

No. This is his pillow. Screw this cat! Hugs his pillow to his chest while glaring at the cat who settles MC's lap, planning ways to get his revenge on the furball

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodues #beelzebub #belphegor #request #headcanon #cat tw #lordiavolo

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bex-la-get · 2 years

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Yes, Daddy (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Natalie Cusack

Special Appearance: Jackie Varma (mentioned)

Word count: 1165

Summary: Ethan and Natalie accidentally match when they dress up for Halloween.

Rating: T-ish

Author’s Note: I believe this is what the kids call a “crack fic.” This idea came to me this morning after a hilarious conversation with some friends. Shout out to @jerzwriter and @lucy-268 for encouraging this nonsense. I hope you enjoy it!

Ethan never liked Halloween. He never understood the hype of dressing up in ridiculous costumes and gorging oneself on overpriced candy. And the horror aspect was just annoying. Why would someone deliberately want to be scared? It was juvenile and made absolutely no sense in his mind.

So, when Natalie asked if he was going to dress up for the holiday, he merely scoffed and shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“What? Why?”

“Halloween is for children, Natalie. And last I checked, I am no longer ten years old.”

She clicked her tongue. “Jeez, who put salt in your coffee today? Halloween is for everyone, Ethan! Fun has no age!”

“You and I have very different versions of ‘fun.’”

“Clearly. Your version of fun is probably sitting at home watching a World War II documentary like the old man you are.”

“I resent that remark. And besides, World War documentaries are boring. I’d obviously be watching a medical mysteries documentary instead.”

Natalie facepalmed and sighed. “Anyway. You should dress up. Everyone’s going to be in costume and you’re going to stick out like a sore thumb if you don’t. And besides, we’re going to throw a party for the kids in the Peds ward. You don’t want to let down the kids, do you?”

“You’re using children to guilt me into dressing up? That’s low, Rookie.”

She chuckled. “But is it working?”

He bit back a smirk. “No.”

“Liar.”

He rolled his eyes. “If I say I’ll think about it, will you let it rest?”

“Depends. Are you just saying it to appease me or are you actually going to think about it?”

Ethan groaned and shook his head. “I’ll actually think about it, okay? I promise.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” she replied, grinning.

Ethan rolled his eyes again and handed her a clipboard. “Get back to work, Rookie.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, still smiling.

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Halloween came much faster than Ethan would have liked and the hospital was buzzing with excitement for the holiday. Natalie had been relentlessly pestering Ethan about whether or not he would be wearing a costume and if he was, what his costume would be. However, much to her disappointment, Ethan refused to answer her on either front which left her to make guesses. She and Dr. Varma had even gone as far as starting a betting pool about whether or not he would dress up and what he would wear if he did. He tried to be annoyed by this aspect but couldn’t help but find it a bit amusing; not that he’d voice that out loud.

On the day of Halloween, Ethan stared at himself in the mirror of his bathroom, fighting every urge he had to change into his normal clothing. He looked over his pinstripe suit and mustache he had shaved out and shook his head. “This was a terrible idea.” But it was too late to turn back now.

Grabbing his white coat and keys, he headed out the door and off to work.

The hospital was overrun with doctors, nurses, and other staff members dressed up in various costumes, ranging from zombies to vampires to several colorful M&M’s. At one point, he nearly yelped in surprise when he stepped onto the seventh floor to find two nurses dressed in inflatable T-Rex costumes. Shaking his head, he made his way into the Diagnostics Office, grateful that no one had stopped him and commented on his costume. That is, until he ran into Natalie.

He almost didn’t recognize her at first, with her usual bright red hair a deep shade of brown. It was almost unnerving; he never realized how much he liked her as a redhead until he saw her with a completely different hair color. Not that she didn’t pull off the brown, but it almost made her seem like a completely different person. Not his Rookie.

“Oh. My. God.” Natalie said, when she looked at him. “Are you Gomez Addams?!”

Ethan smirked as he looked over her costume. Her dark hair was pulled back into two braids that fell over her shoulders and she was wearing a black long-sleeved dress with a white collar that fell just above her knees. Combined with the black and white striped socks and black boots, it was obvious who she was dressed as: Wednesday Addams. Which made him mildly regret his own costume choice as Gomez.

“Guilty as charged,” he answered. He cocked his head to the side as he looked her over. “Interesting that you chose Wednesday. I figured you’d do something that worked with your natural hair color.”

“I was Poison Ivy last year, remember?” she reminded him. “And the year before that, I was Daphne from Scooby Doo. I’ve done plenty of redheaded costumes. I wanted to do something different this year.”

“I can see that. The dark brown is certainly different.”

She smirked. “Don’t worry, it’s temporary. It’ll wash out in a couple weeks.”

He stepped closer to her and played with the end of one of her braids. “Don’t get me wrong, you look great. But I think I prefer you as a redhead.”

“Do you, now?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, Rookie.”

“Too late.” She ran her hands up his chest and adjusted his tie. “So, should I call you Daddy today?”

Ethan sputtered and stumbled over his attempt at a response, causing Natalie to laugh. “Please, don’t,” he finally said. “We’re still at work and we need to be professional.”

“Should have thought of that before you dressed up as Gomez.”

“How was I to know you would dress up as Wednesday? It’s not like you told me!”

“Yeah, because you wouldn’t tell me. This goes both ways, Ethan.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works, Nat.”

“Sure, it is!”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “What time is the party in the Peds ward, by the way?”

“Twelve-thirty, so don’t be late,” Natalie replied.

“I won’t.”

“Oh, there’s going to be a photo booth there! We should take a picture with our costumes!” Nat suggested.

Ethan grimaced and tossed his head back and forth. “Mm, maybe not.”

“Oh, come on. We match! We have to have this documented!” She stuck her bottom lip out and gave him her ‘sad eyes.’ “Please? For me?”

Ethan sighed. “Fine. Only for you, Nat.”

“Yay!” Nat gave a little jump in excitement at Ethan’s agreement and he couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “This is gonna be so much fun!”

“We’ll see about that,” he replied.

Natalie chuckled and quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then pecked Ethan gently on the lips.

He smiled as she pulled away and nuzzled her nose with his. “Go get to work, Rookie. I’ll see you later.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Natalie replied, quickly making her way out of the office.

“Natalie!” Ethan sputtered. The sound of her laughter was her only reply.

A/N: Massive thank you to @jerzwriter for pre-reading this for me. You’re a gem, E!

Tagging separately.

#bexwritesstuff #halloween fic #ethan ramsey #natalie cusack #ethan x natalie #ethan x mc #open heart mc #open heart choices #choices fic writers creations

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lovingrosewho · 3 years

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Devil Devil

Again, lost my past account @loverosetyler blah blah blah, so I made a new one (this one), where I’ll be publishing what I had written previously, I’ll just copy paste it :)

I know someone already did this ‘cause I remember I saw it somewhere (did not read it though, if anyone knows which fic//one shot shot I’m referring too, I’ll appreciate it if you told me <3), but I felt like writing my version. The last one shot I did kinda got me in the mood to keep writing so, yeah. English is not my first language so pardon me if there are any mistakes but please, do tell me about them, or about any feedback you’ve got <3

ONE SHOT

Summary: Lucifer needs to confess and show his true self before dating you.

• Pairing: Lucifer x Reader • Words: 1644 • Warnings: sexual suggestions, cursing?, atheist reader

You wake up in Lucifer’s bed with your whole body sore from spending the night with him, although last time you checked, you were riding him on the living room sofa, not on his own bed.

“Damn it” you say hissing as you stretch your muscles and incorporate on the pillows, before even thinking about getting up.

“Oh?” Lucifer inquires with a sexy smirk plastered on his face, wearing a deep blue satin robe, entering the room in the blink of an eye. Quite literally. But you have gotten used to it “I’m sorry, are you… I don’t know… still aching from everything we did last night?”

“Shut up” you say falling back again on the mattress “My freaking muscles feel swollen.”

“Well, I did warn you about my horse stamina since we started hanging out naked, sweetheart” he tells you, handing over a painkiller and a glass of water with a sarcastic grin.

“It not a complaint, sweetheart” you say mimicking his voice tone as you accept the glass of water and swallow the pill, rolling your eyes in irony “It’s a ‘I’m stunned that’s all you’ve got’ statement.”

He opens his eyes in pleasant surprise and all of a sudden, throws himself at you, you both roll over the bed making out until you’re out of breath and have to stop him.

“Lucifer…” you say trying (not really) to get him off your neck.

“I’m gonna eat you all, love” he says ignoring your not so clear attempts to stop what he’s doing.

“Luci, Luce… come on” you say in between moans, you clear your throat to try and speak in a more serious tone “Lucifer, stop”.

He does, immediately.

“What’s wrong? I was just warming up” he watches in confusion as you get up to dress up, bearing with the kill ass pain you’ve got in silence so he doesn’t win.

“I need to get to work, Luci” you remind him with a soft smile “I too, have a life to attend to, Mr. Morningstar.”

“Yes… I suppose you do… it’s just… well…” you turn around to face him, half-dressed already, but when you do he pulls you towards him and you end up making out on top of him again.

“Damn it, Lucifer” you say “Didn’t you have enough having to carry me asleep from the couch to your bed?”

He raises a funny eyebrow at you.

“I didn’t carry you from the couch to my bed, dear.”

“You didn’t?” you say in disbelief.

“No… last place we did it was on the piano.” A moment of realization hits you.

“Ohhhh of course. That’s why I feel so sore, thanks for the info” you tell him, winking, then trying to get up and off to work.

“No, no, no” he pouts grabbing you by both arms, not letting you get off of him “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To work, Luci, I’ll be back, what’s got you all clingy today?” you ask, a little annoyed by now. He stays quiet for a few seconds before trying to explain (if you can call that explain) how he feels.

“Last night… before we went for the fourth round” you scoff and smile “You said something I cannot seem to get out of my mind now and that was… you mocked me about being the Devil and how if I truly was, well, the actual thing, you wouldn’t even… think about… nor… sleep with me, much less date me.”

You raise a curious brow at him.

“So…? Luci we’ve had this conversation before.”

“No, you don’t understand, this time… I need you, to understand” he confesses, incorporating slightly and hugging you by your waist. You’re kind of in shock by all of this sudden cheesy behavior, and to be honest kind of uncomfortable by it, it’s not something you’ve dealt before with, not with Lucifer, you’ve been trying so hard not to mix your feelings on this, but he makes it so hard every time, that you know, you just know, you’re already falling for him.

You let him hug you for a few seconds before you have the courage to do the same. You put your arms around his neck, legs entangled between his back as you’re both still on the bed. You begin giving him soft, sweet kisses on his temples and forehead, before passing to his cheeks, chin and lips.

“Lucifer…” you say, raising his chin, making him look at you “Can we discuss this some other time? Perhaps tomorrow when I come back to Lux? Please? I’m already really late.”

He nods softly.

“Can you promise me something then?” he asks as you get up and start to get dressed again.

“What is it?” you say, looking for your missing stuff, throwing it in your purse and rushing towards the elevator.

“That you’ll accept me no matter what” he says following you. You give him a confused look but decide to wave it off.

“Yeah, sure” you say, not that sure. He doesn’t believe you but for once, says nothing and lets you go with a kiss goodbye.

The hours pass quickly, and when you realize, it’s already time to head back home. Thank Lord.

When you arrive, you throw your stuff on the couch, ready to go to your room and just sleep everything off, you notice Lucifer sitting on it, catching your purse.

“Now, now, what are those manners Ms. (Y/L/N)?” he says smirking.

“Lucifer what are you doing here? I told you I would drop by tomorrow” you say rolling your eyes but walking towards him, sitting on his legs and throwing your purse far away from you “Unless you couldn’t wait any longer…”

“No, (Y/N), actually…” he says, making you stand up and sit in front of him “This time I need you to listen to me.”

“Okay…” you say, not quite getting this mood he’s been getting in recently “What’s going on?”

“Earlier… I was telling you about… how I want you to accept me for who I am” he starts.

“Yeah…?” you encourage him to continue, because frankly, knowing him, he’ll storm out any second with a ‘Never mind, I have to go’.

“That is because…” he breathes deeply “I want to, you know, spend more time with you, maybe go to the museum, or a concert, you like concerts right? Oooh or perhaps the zoo! It’s quite similar to hell actually…”

He rambles. You don’t believe this.

“Lucifer!” you stop him “You want to date me?”

He looks at you in shock.

“Yeah well, I suppose that’s one way to put it.” You look at him and burst out of laughter.

“You’re kidding me! You’re crazy! That’s it? That’s the big deal? You thought I was gonna say no or something? Of course I want to date you… properly” you tell him smiling and preparing to throw yourself at him and let him make you his again and again.

“No, (Y/N), wait, not so fast” he says guessing your intentions “When I told you you needed to accept me… fully, I meant it. I mean it now.”

“Lucifer what are you talking about? I accept you fully, what makes you think I don’t?” you say, kinda hurt to be honest.

“You don’t know I’m the Devil.” You roll your eyes.

“Of course I know, you repeat it all the time. I get it.”

“Yes but you don’t believe it.”

“How am I supposed to believe it? Lucifer I’ve explained this to you before, I’m an atheist, I thought we agreed on not letting our beliefs get involved in sex.”

“Yes! But this is not just sex anymore, is it?!” he raises his voice tone. He sighs and gets up, gives a few rounds around the living room before sitting down again. “What if I told you I can prove you, that I’m… truly… the Devil?”

You raise an eyebrow annoyed and sit back on the couch.

“Go ahead.” He nods silently, debating himself if it’s a good idea.

When you blink, it’s not Lucifer who’s sitting in front of you anymore, instead, there’s a… bald-headed red… demon… thing in a suit, in Lucifer’s suit.

You freeze for quite a few seconds before you blink again, and there it is again, your beloved Lucifer Morningstar.

“(Y/N)…?” he inquires worried as he watches you starting to tremble, but guesses it’s best not to touch you.

You look at him for a fraction of a seconds before you have to look away again. You just can’t do this.

Lucifer nods slightly, gets up, and leaves your apartment.

You don’t know how much time passes before you realize what you’ve done. Could’ve been seconds, minutes, maybe even hours, but from then, it takes you less than a second to run down the hall, take a cab and head over to Lux.

The minute you arrive you rush towards the elevator and get in, you begin to impatiently pressure the button a thousand times, as if that was going to make the damn thing go faster.

When the door opens, you discover the bar and the living room empty, so you hurry your steps to the bedroom and there he is, a lost looking Lucifer, staring at the middle of nowhere, sitting on his bed until he sees you coming in.

“(Y/N) what…?” but he can’t even finish the question because you have already jumped to him and began kissing him uncontrollably.

“I fucking love you” you say between kisses and tears “I don’t care about anything else, I need you, I accept you, completely, and I love you.”

Lucifer distances himself a bit to look at you in the eyes, he smiles widely.

“I’m glad to hear that, love, I had begun to think we were already breaking up before we even started dating. Now” he says, starting to unbutton his shirt with one hand and raising your skirt with the other one “Where were we?”

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MASTERLIST

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer fox #lucifer fanfiction #lucifer fanfic #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer fic #lucifer morningstar fanfiction

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spacesuitsforemergency · 3 years

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Gracie’s Birth Day

A/N: Lol, the boys are absolutely useless and thank god Cora showed up when she did. And they refer to each other as girlfriends in this cause they get married later so yeah! Hope I got Cora’s character right!

“Dad, so help me god,” Lucy snapped as she glared up at her dad. “If you cook that chicken I’m going cook you.”

Remy glanced down at his very hostile and hormone filled daughter, who was sitting on the couch as he put away the groceries. He knew the smell of chicken specifically made her throw up, but damn.

“I won’t honey…Uh…is Cora coming over today?” He asked, deciding that wouldn’t be a question that would get her mad.

“Later. Right now she’s enjoying being able to walk without help.” Lucy grumbled. She wasn’t even mad at her girlfriend, just annoyed that walking was exhausting now with how big her belly was now. She was due to pop any day now, so she was very uncomfortable and irritated all the time rather than her usual sweet self.

Just then Eugene and Beau walked through the door, loudly arguing about something Lucy didn’t give two shits about to pay attention to. She rolled her eyes at their noise, but didn’t say anything as she went back to trying to read a new mother book that her dads had gotten her. She was right at the part about postpartum symptoms when she suddenly felt weird. Her stomach started to feel tight and started cramping, causing her to drop her book and gasp in pain at the sudden sharpness.

“Luc?” Eugene turned around to look at his sister, who was now doubled over (well, as best as she could with such a big stomach) in pain. “Oh my god. Are you leaking???”

“Honey? Are you okay?” Remy rushed over to her.

“I think…OW FUCK…I think it’s a contraction…”

“Oh shit. Oh damn. What do we do?” Beau started rambling. “Do we call an ambulance? No, we just drive you right? Do I need to call someone for you?”

“Hey!” Remy clapped for everyone’s attention. “Alright, I’m gonna get her into the car. Beau, go grab her duffel bag in her room. Eugene, call Kurt and tell him Willa needs to stay there with Anja for a bit. Then call Cora to let her know, and whoever else your sister wants.”

“I DON’T CARE JUST TAKE ME TO THE DAMN HOSPITAL.” Lucy shouted as the contraction started to calm down and she could relax.

After a chaotic trip to getting into the car, and of course a stupid traffic jam and having to wait for a room at the hospital, Lucy finally got into a delivery room and was now waiting for 1. Her girlfriend to show up and 2. For this baby to get out of her.

Beau was the only one panicking, he was constantly asking Lucy if she needed ice chips or anything, and he gasped at every time she got a contraction, which only stressed her out more so Remy took him out to the waiting room to find Raphael and wait for Cora. So meanwhile, Lucy got to spend some time with her brother.

“I wonder if you’ll still be fat afterwards.” Eugene snickered before dodging her hand to smack him.

“You’re so lucky I can’t get up on my own.” Lucy lightly laughed, still kinda in too much pain to laugh.

“Seriously though, how are you feeling?” He asked, sitting in the chair next to the bed.

“Uh, terrified? Exhausted already? Nervous?” Lucy scoffed. “I can’t do this. Are you kidding? How is this gonna come out of that?” She gestured to her stomach then…lower.

“Uhh…apparently y’all women stretch a lot down there, I don’t know.” Eugene shrugged, uncomfortable talking about a woman’s vagina during childbirth, let alone his sisters. “So uh, did you come up with any name ideas yet?”

“Yeah, I have a couple in mind.” She smiled.

“Lay them on me, I wanna vote.”

“Okay, Annie.”

“Are you raising a gun slinger? No.”

“Isabelle.”

“Too basic.”

“Monica.”

“She was the worst character on Friends.”

“Nathalie.”

“That’s cute.”

“Paulina.”

“Imagine being an adult named Paulina. Don’t do that to your daughter.”

“I’m sorry, who are you to tell me what I can name my child?”

“Well there’s only one problem, my dear sister. I didn’t hear a Eugenie or Eugenia in that list of options.”

“Cause it’s not one.”

“Uh! I will name one of my kids after you!”

“And that’s very sweet, but as much as I love the name Eugene, I don’t like Eugenia as much. It’ll be her middle name.”

“…it IS hard to live up to my fabtastic name.”

“Did you just say fab-OUCH.” Lucy winced at a contraction, and Eugene quickly grabbed the cold towel on the table and put it on her sweaty neck, and pet her hair to soothe her as best he could.

“Whatever you choose to name her, I am so excited to meet her.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her squeeze his hand in pain.

“I am too. Just wish it was under better…circumstances.” Lucy sighed as the contraction started to end and she leaned back into the bed. “God I’m so tired already.”

“LUCY?? LUCY?! LUCY!” A girl dressed in white and looking like she had just been put through a shredder ran into the room.

“Cora??? What happened to you?” Lucy stared at her frantic girlfriend.

“Was battling an Edward Scissorhands wannabe, doesn’t matter, my dear. How are you feeling? How far along are you?” She asked as she shoved Eugene aside and sat in his place, taking Lucy’s hand in hers and rubbing her thumb on the back of her hand.

“Uh, excuse you?” Eugene scoffed pettily, which both girls ignored.

“Okay, I guess. Nurse said I was dilated at 4 centimeters, so, almost halfway through that.” Lucy sighed. “But I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do with a baby!”

“Yes you do!” Cora laughed sweetly. “You read all those books, talked to Juliette, went to Lamaze classes, it’ll be okay. And I’m right here to help, darling.”

“Do you want ice chips, Luc?” Beau poked his head into the room.

“NO BEAU, IM FINE. I DON’T NEED YOUR DAMN ICE CHIPS.” Lucy yelled, annoyed that he was asking for the forty millionth time.

“You really should have some, dear, you need to stay hydrated.” Cora said softly.

“Okay.” Lucy tiredly smiled at her.

“What?!” Beau’s jaw dropped as Cora got up and took the cup of ice chips from him.

“Uh, Luc, I invited Ronan to come just so you know.” Eugene piped up, everyone ignoring Beau’s offended face as Cora helped Lucy eat some ice chips.

“Oh perfect, he’s probably gonna make a rap about this.” Lucy rolled her eyes and groaned. She did like Ronan, she really did, but the dude was a bit too much sometimes.

She whined in pain when another contraction washed over her, Cora rubbing her back and kissing her on the head to comfort her. Lucy shut her eyes and leaned into her girlfriend, nearly falling asleep once the contraction stopped.

A couple hours of waiting had passed, Lucy had just listened to her girlfriend talk about anything as she tried not to focus on all the pain. Her dads had dropped in a few times, Ronan had arrived and asked about a million questions that Lucy didn’t have the energy to answer, and Beau kept asking Cora if Lucy needed more damn ice chips. Then a nurse came in to check up on her, and said she was dilated at 9 centimeters and it was time to get the doctors and start the process of childbirth.

The doctors had tried to get everyone to leave the room, but Eugene threatened them until they let him, Ronan, Remy and Raphael stay with Lucy and Cora during this. As the doctors told Lucy to start pushing, each of her dads and brothers held one of her hands and she broke every single one of them in the first hour of pushing. She hasn’t broken Cora’s hand though, cause while she was in pain she didn’t want to hurt her so she was able to hold back as best she could.

“Honey, you have to breathe.” Cora whispered to her as she massaged Lucy’s shoulder with one hand.

“I am.” Lucy said, whilst not breathing.

“You have to keep pushing, Lucy.” The doctor delivering her baby told her.

“I can’t!” Lucy sobbed as she fell back into the bed, already so exhausted and in too much pain.

“You got this Lucy!” Ronan cheerleaded from the hallway.

“SHUT UP.” Lucy yelled at him, not in the mood for his shit.

“Darling, we need you to push, okay?” Cora encouraged, cupping her face gently. She looked into her girlfriends tired, scared and pain filled eyes, but hers remained calm and loving for her. “You’re doing amazingly, sweetie, you can do it.”

After a lot more pushing and a lot more cussing out Ronan and Eugene and a lot of support from her girlfriend, Lucy finally gave birth to her daughter. They quickly cleaned her off before handing her to Lucy, who immediately started crying with joy as she looked down at her baby. Cora also began to cry from joy beside her, reaching down and gently tucking the blanket around the tiny newborn as she rested her head against Lucy’s. Lucy didn’t even pay attention to doctors sewing her up, she didn’t even hardly notice since she was so overwhelmed with joy to care. After a few moments, the baby started to open her eyes and Lucy smiled as she looked into the black and red eyes of her baby.

“Hi, baby!” Lucy smiled even wider as tears poured down her face. “We’re your mama’s.”

#lora #lucy lebeau #gracie craddock lebeau #the lebeaus

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fairiesherefairiesthere · 4 years

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The five proposals Freed Justine rejected and the one he did accept.

Fraxusweek by @fuckyeahfraxus day 7, with the prompt being : Proposal/Wedding/Engagement

1. A girl who's confused, but has got the spirit.

It's a precarious situation and Laxus doesn't know how to solve it. They've got the bad guy of the day cornered, but instead of going along willingly, the man thought it a good idea to get civilians involved. Quickly, the perpetrator had seen that there was no way to get out of his situation, with Laxus, Bickslow and Evergreen trapping him against the side of a building. So he had wrangled a little girl out of her screaming mother's grip and now, he has his one hand wrapped around her throat while he waves a weapon around with the other one.

To her credit, the little girl isn't going down without a fight, kicking and screaming as the situation keeps escalating. If the man wasn't wearing a mask, Bickslow probably could've done something about it. Brainwashing the girl herself is out of the question, as she's more likely to injure than save herself. Opening fire upon the man is completely out of the question, so now they're all stuck.

Rest of the fic under the cut!

The answer comes in the form of their ever so dependable captain kicking down the door from the inside, effectively smashing it into the man who had unwittingly been shielding the little girl from stray doors suddenly opening. With a dull thud, the man falls to the floor, unconscious.

As Bickslow and Evergreen cheer their captain on for a job well done, Laxus catches the surprise in his eyes and the 'oops' he silently mouths before looking around. When Freed comes to the conclusion that his habit of tresspassing for fun has not gotten him into trouble for once, he smiles at his teammates while telling them of the importance of 'seeing all the options' amongst other things. Later, in private, he'll tell the little shit that he knows he's full of bull, but for now Laxus will let him gloat.

Starry-eyed, the now saved little girl tugs on Freed's jacket, narrowly avoiding getting clocked by his sword. "Mister, you saved me!" she says and Freed nods with more confidence than he should have, considering his heroic act was one of mere coincidence.

"That means you have to marry me", she says in a matter of fact voice that throws all of them off. "That's what my books say", she continues before throwing a hopeful glance at Freed.

Behind his back, Freed makes a tiny gesture with his hand and with a bit of magic, he hurls a rather concerningly large rock at Laxus. Swiftly, he moves between Laxus and the rock, fending it off with his rapier. "Well young lady", he says, turning to the girl. "Now I have saved this man as well and now I have to marry him too. I hope you don't mind sharing."

With all the huffy- and puffyness girls that age usually possess, she turns her head harrumphs. "No, I don't like sharing. I'm not settling for trash", she continues, giving Freed the stinkeye. "So our engagement is called off, goodbye my sweet prince", she dramatically sighs before joining her mom. She does wave them all goodbye though, so that's a nice bonus.

2. A girl who isn't confused and hasn't got the spirit.

The second time Freed gets proposed to, it isn't even done by the bride to be. No, the bride to be stands there somberly, as her father tries to offer Freed her hand. "Surely", the man says, "A handsome young man such as yourself wouldn't refuse a gorgeous young lady. She knows how to cook and keep quiet, what else do you want?"

There's a quick flash of anger in the daughter's eyes and anger radiates off Freed as well, although he's more apt at hiding it. It's only because Laxus knows him so well that he knows how the other man really feels.

"What else I want?" Freed asks, voice carefully leveled before throwing on the biggest of smiles. "Why, your son would be a good place to start. He's gorgeous as well and I bet he's a fast learner, we could make our dinner together before having a ménage à trois in our kitchen."

The words immediately hit home and before they know it, the four of them are hightailing it out of there, but not before Freed has pressed a vial with suspicious liquid into the girl's hand with a whisper of: "Please feel free to use this however you want."

3. The spirit.

As far as Laxus knows, the party gathered in front of him is reaching the peak of their little roleplay game. He has no idea what they're actually prattling about, but Freed looks happy playing whatever it is, so of course he's there too. Although he isn't participating and merely laying his head down on Freed's lap, as he's done the past few session, he can kind of tell what's going on based on observations and little comments Freed gives now and then.

Wendy is narrating the story and honestly, her youthful spirit adds a gentle touch to it. Levy, Lucy, Mira, Freed and for some reason, Gray and Loke are the nerds participating and rolling dice. Throughout the story, familial bonds have been formed and right now, they're on the cusp on something more than just familial.

Loke and Freed's characters have been flirting since pretty much the first session. Laxus really doesn't mind, because he trusts Freed and also because both men are making a competition out of it. It keeps Freed sharp, so to speak and he only becomes better at flirting with Laxus in return. It's ridiculous how smooth he is sometimes.

In-game, Loke has proposed to Freed and the whole group is hollering and shouting until Loke rolls the dice. Then they fall silent, so naturally, Laxus presumes something bad has happened. Calmly Wendy shoots the group a warm smile before saying: "Alberion (the name of Freed's character) panics, thinking he's gotten too close to the enemy. He shoots Guryon (Loke) and flees, back to the dark castle where he was born and raised!"

A series of whats and hows raises from the group while Freed and Wendy bump fists. Seeing the indignant expression on the rest of the players' faces, Wendy merely shrugs. "It was on his character background sheet", she explains and leaves the group to deal with the betrayal.

4. A man who's had too much spirit.

"Justine, marry me", Hibiki Lates sobs into Freed's shoulder as Laxus watches in amusement. His boyfriend is looking mildly annoyed at the overly intoxicated man, but there's a hint of fondness in the set of his lips.

"Now why would I do that?" he asks with a sigh and Hibiki immediately straightens his back before putting a USB-stick into Freed's hand.

"There's a powerpoint on there", he explains before starting to list his good qualities. "I'll start with the main reason why you should marry me: I'm really, really cute."

"That's what you're going with? Not our 1 week relationship when we were both fifteen?"

"No, because we broke up you dumbass", Hibiki says before headbutting Freed harder than probably intended. "You're not good at providing comfort, I'm gonna look for someone else", he mopes before stalking off. Before disappearing from view completely, he turns around to yell at Freed. "This is why our teenage romance didn't last!" Both of them end up snorting and laughing about it.

5. A man who's lost his spirit.

To say he's nervous is a serious understatement. Laxus has been planning this proposal for months now, has lost a significant amount of sleep over it and will probably cry if even the littlest of details goes wrong. He's stressed beyond belief.

For now, everything seems to be moving in the right direction. His reservation at the expensive seaside restaurant hasn't magically been cancelled and the clothes he'd set aside for today still fit nicely. Freed has also been going along with Laxus' plans without demanding to know what they're doing. Seemingly sensing Laxus nervousity, he simply follows wherever Laxus directs him to be.

The first thing that nearly goes wrong, is transportation and Laxus really has no idea how that even happened. He planned this whole thing while giving his own weaknesses no thought. As the carriage had pulled up, Freed had commented how nice it looked before giving Laxus a teasing smile, while telling him how good it was that that carriage wasn't for them, as Laxus would've puked all over it.

Immediatle, he blanches and Freed, bless his heart picks up on it. He waves the carriage off, which isn't a problem since Laxus already paid for it and then sets up some transportation runes. "Just imagine the place where we need to be and we'll be taken there", he instructs Laxus.

The seaside view is luckily just as gorgeous as in the pictures and Laxus feels the repeated crashing of the waves soothing his mind. Maybe it would go alright after all. The two of them settle in their chairs and look at the menu, commenting on some of the stranger recipes. Swiftly Laxus decides what he wants to eat and puts the menu down to ask Freed for his choice.

It's then that he catches Freed drumming his fingers on the table while biting his lip. He's also tapping his feet, so Laxus knows that he's essentially screwed. "Is there something wrong?" he asks, nervousity returning in full swing.

"Ah...It's just a little something that hasn't really been brought up." Catching Laxus' questioning gaze, Freed winces a little bit. "I'm allergic to seafood. Deathly allergic actually", he admits sheepishly and Laxus wants to dig a hole in the ground and take a nap in it. "Don't make that face", Freed gently chastises him. "This trip isn't wasted." With a grin, he browses through the menu until he's found what he's looking for. Triumphantly he turns the booklet around to show Laxus the dessert section. "You best believe I am testing out as much of these bad boys as I can. I don't believe they'll put fish in there."

After something that could be counted as some form of a meal, the two of them want to take a walk on the beach. They are however dressed to the nines and after a brief moment of consideration, they come to the conclusion that neither of them wants to clean all the sand out of these clothes, so they let a walk on the sand itself drift from their minds for today. Instead they walk on the pavement until the sun sets.

During their walk, Laxus thinks that now would be a good time to propose. The setting sun is the perfect background and he bets it'd look really romantic if he were to pop out the rings right about now. Right about then, is when he realises he left the rings at home. After vehemently checking each and every one of his pockets, it's clear that a proposal isn't going to happen. To highlight this fact, the wind starts picking up and Laxus knows a gathering storm when he sees one. Defeated, he sits down on the sidewalk.

With more pep than Laxus'll probably feel for the rest of the week, Freed plops down next to him and lays his head on Laxus' shoulder. "My dear, do you want to cry about it?" he asks and honestly, he wants to but they're in public. Crying in front of Freed is one thing, crying in front of a crowd is another thing. "It's good that it's going to rain then", he adds gently before taking his head of Laxus' shoulder and opening his arms. "Get over here sweetheart."

It's a bit embarrassing, sitting there in the now full-on storm and crying while his boyfriend cradles him in his arms. But it feels too good to pass on, so he doesn't let go until he feels somewhat placated.

"My dear Laxus", Freed says softly but still audible over the storm, "You could ask me to marry you in the back of a dumpster and I'd wholeheartedly say yes. But you worked hard on this, didn't you? I'll keep that effort in mind. So ask me another day, when your nerves have calmed down. I just want to tell you now, I love you and I always will."

6. Two spirits, a shared love.

This time around, there are no theatrics or outrageously expensive restaurants. It's a simple breakfast prepared by Laxus, one he knows Freed'll like. After sliding the last egg on a plate, he goes upstairs to try to coax Freed out of bed for the third time this morning. A few languid kisses follow and reluctantly Freed follows, sticking close to Laxus because he is so very warm and comfortable.

"It's time for food, don't use me as your human blanket", Laxus softly admonishes him and Freed grumbles in return. With droopy eyes, Freed starts nibbling on his toast and although Laxus is very used to the sight of his boyfriend in the morning, it still elicits a smile from him.

"Yesterday I spent the day with Bix and he learned me some magic tricks", Laxus says and produces a set of cards out of his pocket. "Wanna see some?"

Vaguely interested, Freed hums and nods. Dutifully he picks out a card when Laxus asks him to and when Laxus asks him if he picked out Freed's card, the man shakes his head drowsily. "That isn't even a card Laxus, that's a box...", he complains quietly, yawning a bit afterwards.

"There is an accompanying card though", Laxus grins as he shoves the little box and the card to Freed side of the table. Predictably, Freed picks up the card first, reading the message and silently forming the words with his mouth.

Immediately the sleepiness seems to evaporate from his system as he quickly opens the box as well, revealing the rune-ingraved ring. Before even answering, he throws his arms around Laxus, planting a big, fat smooch on his lips before peppering a thousand little ones all over his face. "I love you", he gushes before collecting his thoughts a little bit. "And of course I'll marry you." They exchange some more kisses until Freed pulls back with a huge grin. "I'm going to brag to everyone. The guild, the lady at the grocer's, they'll be hearing it for months."

With a gentle tug, Laxus witholds the man from running out of the door in his bathrobe. "If they're going to hear about it for months, then you've got time to finish your breakfast, silly", he says warmly and Freed shoots him a cheeky smile and a wink in return.

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castleofclouds · 3 years

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7 Days A Week.

Genre ; Fluff, Friendship, Slice of life, Drama.

Warnings ; possible of fourth wall breakers ( for the comedy purpose ) I dunno cringe maybe? Some cursing.

Summary ; A Story about You and Your 7 dorks ( possible another nct unit )

Part 2 ; Importance.

It's not a new news about how your boys are a totally heartthrob.

I mean, do you ever see them? You are not blind, of course you notice it.

But sometimes it's becoming too devastated actually, like do you ever imagined how bothersome is their admirers?

Let's talk about Karen.

No, not that.

Choi Hyena, basically Karen in a human form.

She chased every each one of your boy, even the minor one, well technically Jisung is a 20 years old and adult but you don't think he's old enough to be near her.

"Jisungie.." She called, Jisung who are walking right next to you stopped abruptly, he knows what's coming but he doesn't want to admit it.

Not gonna lie, Hyena is pretty.

She's totally would be a perfect girl if she got a bit of calmness within her.

".. Hmm do I know you?" Jisung said, completely irritated.

"How can you forget about me? I'm your partner in algebra class back when we still in high school!" She yelped clinging to his arm like a snake would do.

Jisung being the socially awkward he is trying his best to make Hyena grip loosened.

But he can't be harsh, he doesn't want to seem impolite, he wants to be a great person, and want to leave that impression on someone heart, unfortunately it's Hyena.

That is until he finally gave up and see you with his puppy eyes, giving you a signal to make Hyena go.

You sighed.

"Hyena, can you please leave him? He feels uncomfortable." You entreat.

They are in college Hyena acting is too much, she's like a girl who are desperate for affection, and she needs all the spotlight that she can get.

She loosened her grip on Jisung arm, Jisung went straight hiding behind you, his hand holding your arm tight like a child.

"You should calm down a little bit, and do you see? We are not a high school student anymore." You explained, she scoffed.

"You are just jealous because you don't want your boys liking me more than you." She stated.

Tired of her drama you left, with Jisung still having his arm cling to your left arm, you looked down, giving him an expression of 'she's gone now'

"No, what if she's still here? You will never know!"

You sighed leaving the babie do whatever he wants with your hands.

You go to your class, in which Jisung didn't attend, he give you last goodbye

That's more like a hug, and a pray for your luck because he knows how Miss Lucy can be a little headache.

You sit right next to Chenle, after he offered you an empty seat right next to him.

"What happened?" He asked, judging by your long face expression.

"Hyena."

Hearing her name making him shiver, the fact that girl ever become his crush back in middle school.

"Yeah, I'm not going to questioned it any further." He commented.

The class taking a lot of your time and your energy, luckily Chenle bought a chocolate, he give you one when he saw you looked like an undead monster.

Not actually, but you literally are dying.

Math is difficult, but due to your major in college, you take it, same reason as Chenle that boy will become the future CEO of a really famous Entertainment Company, so he needs to know how to be sly.

"I hate math." You stated.

"Aren't we all? I mean who likes math?" Chenle responded.

The both of you sit at the usual table the 8 of you mostly hang in cafeteria, waiting for the 6 other showing the back of their head and shining faces.

This time, not Hyena but another girl approaching the both of you.

"Hey.." She greeted, she almost sit when Chenle give a warning about how the seat is already taken.

"Oh.. I'm sorry, btw can I talk with you for a moment Chenle?" The girl asked while playing with her own dress nervously.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

Her eyes are sparkling hearing the answer, the thing that she's had been dyings wanting to talk about and had been bugging her this whole semester.

But she stopped when she saw you sitting there with your chocolate muffins stuffed onto your mouth literally savoring the taste of greatest chocolate ever.

"Do you mind?" She asked you, looking straight to you with annoyance on her face.

"Owh sorry!" You said, taking your muffins away with you to sit at another table that you found, you sit right next to Jungwoo who are flustered by the sudden entrance.

"Can I sit in here? I need to eat while sitting." You asked their permission.

"Aren't you usually sit with them?" Jaehyun asked, you point towards the girl and Chenle who are talking about something.

"Must have been annoying, I mean all you want was to enjoy your muffins how dare they interrupted your free time?" Ten scoffed, you don't know the reason behind his grudge, from your perspective Chenle is a social butterfly completely different from someone you know, he can have and making mew friends any time he sees someone who had potential and criteria.

That's another reason why you befriended him, he's kind and a totally sweetheart.

"Nah, she just want to talk, beside I love sitting here, you guys want some? I have a lot." You offered them a whole bag of muffins.

They gladly take it.

NctU is a band, your friends Mark and Haechan are a part of it, even they have other subgroups like WayV and Nct127.

The groups filled with fun people, Jungwoo, Jaehyun and Ten is one of the member, they are your seniors to!

They knew how you love your time with your friends, but sometimes some girls and some guys just can't leave them alone, so you always ended up hanging out with one of the band members.

Johnny is your best friend from the group and probably one of the best senior ever in your university.

But sadly he still have class so he can't be present at the time, you sit there talking about some stuff with them.

"So I told my mom that I would love to have more muffins." You explained eagerly how you can have a muffins everyday as your dessert.

Thanks to your mother, who are best friend with Jaemin mother, who are very kind and already take you as her own daughter, sometimes she makes you muffins, she said you can take any cake or cupcake as much as you want, she doesn't mind.

"This is why I want to have a rich friend." Jaehyun commented, Ten rolling his eyes hearing it.

"Maybe instead of searching for it, you can be one of it?" Ten said, but then Jaehyun argued back then they starting a debate competition.

You and Jungwoo just seeing the mess unfold, it's a normal day in your college, so you never really mind of it, like you knew how chaotic it can be if Renjun and Haechan meet each other.

The next thing you know, they are already at each other throat, strangled each other, even choking each other if one of them aren't done yet they start throwing fist.

It's Renjun instinct, you to sometimes bickering with Haechan, that boy just love to get a fist up his throat.

So yeah..

"You want to order a strawberry smoothie?" Jungwoo asked, you nodded he then went straight to the counter to order it.

Jaemin are finally finished his class, he went straight to the cafeteria, accompanied by Jeno, Haechan and Renjun that he met at the corridor.

He then saw you at Nct127 table, it's unusual, for you to be ended up there, but then he saw the reason, there's another girl at their usual table.

"Hello Chenle." He went straight to him, ready to scold Chenle for leaving you alone.

Haechan, Jeno and Renjun already stuffed their ears with an earphone bud.

They knew what coming, and they don't want to hear Jaemin ultrasonic nagging skill.

He glance at the girl, she smile innocently.

"I'm sorry who are you?" He start with his enrage expression, he folded his hand and put it in front of his chest, his chin are slightly up.

"Hmm.. I'm Jimin?" She said, absolutely oblivious what's coming for her.

"Well Jimin, I'm Jaemin, I'm sorry but what could be the problem you had or business with Chenle?"

"I want to talk to him, am I not allowed?"

"You are allowed of course but for what reason is it?"

"I just want to talk with him?"

Jaemin sighed, he put the colliding both of his palm making a wish gesture pointing it towards an empty seat right next to Chenle, where you were supposed to sit.

"I'm sorry but where is YN?"

She pointed at Nct127 table, you waved happily.

"See? She's happy there, now can you leave me alone? I want to talk with Chenle only." She gabble.

"Well I'm sorry miss, you are at my seat, and YN is a part of this seat, why can't she be here? She doesn't need to talk with you, and pretty sure she wasn't interested in any of your story so don't worry about eaves dropping." He complained.

"I just want to talk with Chenle only, and only him, doesn't need that friend of yours called YN or anything." She talked back, Chenle is taken aback by the sudden outburst.

"Why? Your friends is fun to, why don't you hang out with them?" Jaemin asked patiently, he doesn't like the way Jimin sudden blabbering.

"Because.. They're boring? Who likes to be friend with them anyway." She said, without much thought.

Boom, Jaemin was right, and he's filled with rage, how can Jimin act like that isn't important.

"Wait what?" Chenle finally speak up, noticing how obnoxious she is.

"What? I'm right, wasn't I?" She said again.

"No you weren't."

Her friends seeing that unfold, they felt betrayed, they knew it will come, but still they befriended her.

"Ooh.. Tea." Haechan mumble, whispering to himself.

She saw it, her friends leaving her, she followed them while angrily stomping her feet to the ground.

Drama.

"You guys can sit.." Chenle talk again after some long minute of silence, offered an empty seat right next to him.

But Jaemin having enough of it.

"Today, at YN house, we need to discuss about something."

Chenle gulped in nervousness, he know if he's going to get scolded, after they are done with college.

A few hours later.

Everyone was done with their classes, cramped their way, sitting down at YN living room, no one are brave enough to speak even Haechan, everyone know how scary Jaemin can be.

"Nana?" Mark called, Jaemin focus move slowly towards him, and glared.

"Okay, I want to talk to you guys about what's importance, I knew we can have friend outside of our group I knew it, but we can't just ignored the other other one and turn blind eye to the other." Jaemin said giving his piece of mind.

"Wait who's ignoring who?" Jisung asked getting everyone attention, the boy doesn't know anything and out of nowhere there's a discussion.

"One of us, are too busy talking too the other and forget that we shouldn't have left the other on hanging."

"What do you mean? I'm not leaving her, I would never!" Chenle declares, Jisung who finally getting the hang of the situation became silent.

"I guess it's not Chenle fault." Jeno said backing Chenle's back.

"Are you sure? He looked very happy though talking with that beautiful girl." Renjun said sarcastically.

"Yeah, you should see how sad YN was." Haechan argued.

"Come on guys, it's not a big problem." You said.

Everyone went silent, how can you be so fine of it? It's a big thing, and yet you don't mind of it even just a bit?

"I mean, she's just asking me if she can have a talk with Lele, so I just nodded and leave, it's not like we must always hanging with only our group of friends, do you guys realize how we can still be friends without having to hang out and giving time for each other 24/7? No right? We can befriended anybody talk to anybody instead of making a fuss about some of us are being ignorant with the other I prefer to not having any discussion about things like this."

Chenle who heard that sobbing, he stand and make his way to sit next to you while pushing haechan out of his way, then hugging you tight.

"You know how I always say I love you? I love you more today." He said while still hugging you tightly, everyone who heard your smart brain cells argument are crying to.

Even Mark, he give you a thumbs up for your great understanding, you don't understand what's happening but you guess they are just being a great friend, they care for you and never want you to feel left out, Jaemin smiles, Jeno laugh it off, Renjun eyes becomes soft, he hugged Jisung who are waiting for your hug, but Chenle doesn't want to leave you your side he's so busy hanging around you like a baby koala.

They care so much for you they don't want you felt lonely and left out.

You are glad they are your friend, there's nothing that can describe this warm feeling you felt right now.

It's much better, even though you still feel sad about Jimin's friends, you just hope they can make up with each other or at least trying to make Jimin apologize for the misunderstood.

Any other way, you loved your friends you hope the bond between the 8 of you are getting stronger day by day.

May I get my hug to?

"No!"

Dang it.

Narrator felt attacked once again, then leave the room, your living room are just full by the sight of you and your friends hugging each other and Haechan who are bothering the shit out of Renjun.

The next thing you know Renjun and Haechan are playing the tag game, if Haechan get caught he's dead.

Chenle and Renjun already make up, they become buddy-buddy again, everyone are happy again, the big TV are showing the we bare bears.

Who cares if you are 20 or anything, cartoon is great, besides there are no specific age to watch a cartoon.

One day is done, narrator are waiting for the tray to pull down.

But it's never come. Heck.

Previous / Next.

A/N ;

This is trash thank you 😃

I dunno, it's just weird, but I need to upload it anyway, I'm short in ideas, I was thinking to write something but my hands don't want to make me do it 😒

This is cringe too.. I don't know? There's a lot of wasteful humor, I know how the drama is just too much but I'm desperate for some drama to unfold.

Anyway, thank you for all the like :" I just want to say how much I feel appreciated :" I love you guys thank you soo much.

Tag ;

#haechan #mark lee #nct dream #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #zhong chenle #park jisung #nct fluff #nct fanfic

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harringrovetrashrat · 4 years

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#41 and #11 but they are playing straight in front of the other guests (?)

I… don’t know what happened here, but this got away from me. I was originally gonna do something cute and tongue in cheek and Billy and Steve getting it on in a closet and then pretending they didn’t just suck face, and then the angst came a knocking and took over. And this all just kinda happened.

I hope you enjoy, anon! (And no worries, I still plan to write the other one ;) )

TW for homophobic language (the f slur)

#41 SPIN THE BOTTLE and #11 “YOU CALL THAT A KISS?”

Steve was on the couch, watching the party around him as he nursed his drink. It was almost spring break now, and he had started to go back to parties. Mostly because Billy still loved parties and since Steve and Billy were friends, Steve went. Wasn’t harassed by Tommy with Billy there. Well, not as much. He was still sour over the fact that Steve had dumped him and Carol, been easy pickings, and then suddenly usurped Tommy’s role as Billy’s right hand man. And he made sure Steve knew it.

But free booze and drugs were free booze and drugs, and Steve was still stressed from last fall. Stressed about school. Stressed about Billy.

He and Billy had been fooling around for a few months now. It had started around Christmas when they both found themselves at the Quarry. They’d been on better terms since the tunnels, forming a sort of friendship, and then that night, after drinking whiskey to keep warm, Billy had kissed him. Steve hadn’t known until it happened how much he had been wanting it to happen. Hadn’t realized that that was what those feelings were. Had kissed back ferociously and sloppily, until they had parted, panting and red lipped. Since then, they’d continued, unable to keep their hands off each other for too long.

It was hard though, of course. School was easier with them being friends now, but even so, Billy had never been overly affectionate with anyone, and it would have been noticeable if he’d been different with Steve. So they were careful. And the ways it could go wrong, especially for Billy, made Steve worry.

He was lost in thought when there was some shouting from the den. Steve stood, pushing through the slightly smaller crowd, to find a circle of teens with a bottle in the middle. He snorted, rolling his eyes a little. He thought this game had stopped being cool, but there was no limit to what drunks found entertaining. Steve spotted Billy, being forced into the circle by Krissy, and it made him prickle with jealousy. He sat between Tammy and Lucy, not about to idly watch Billy kiss girls. They met eyes across the circle and Billy raised a brow. Steve just shrugged, but Billy knew him too well, and he got that smug smirk he always got when Steve made it apparent how clingy he was. Billy was into it, luckily enough.

“I’ll start!” Carol called, spinning the empty beer bottle. It landed on some dude from the football team, and Tommy frowned when they kissed. The game continued, boring and kind of annoying, until Tammy landed on Nicole and all the guys cheered, chanting for them to kiss. The girls played it up, using obvious tongue and moaning obnoxiously. Steve thought he would have been into it, probably would have been before Nancy and everything, but they were so obnoxious, it made his insides squirm in a bad way. Billy just looked bored.

After that, the game carried on simply enough until Steve, who had gotten a simple peck from Stacey, spun the bottle, and it landed on Billy. The room quieted, many sets of eyes darting between the two. They met eyes across the circle, Billy’s smirk growing, and Steve turned bright red.

“Come on!” Tammy called. “We did it!”

“Yeah!” Nicole agreed. “Do it! Do it!” The boys in the room looked decidedly uncomfortable, but they were playing it by ear. If Billy didn’t care, they wouldn’t care. At least outwardly. Billy cracked his neck and leered at Steve.

“Well, well King Steve,” he said, tongue flicking across his top teeth as his eyes glinted dangerously. Steve tried to subtly adjust himself. “We gonna give the ladies what they ask for? Or are you chicken?” Steve rolled his eyes, but smirked before he leaned across the circle and pecked Billy on the lips. There was a tittering from the crowd and Tammy yelled,

“You seriously call that a kiss?” Steve locked eyes with Billy again, a fire churning low in his gut. It wasn’t that he didn’t wanna kiss Billy; of fucking course he did. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to do it right here right now. Especially when Billy was looking at him like that.

Billy gave him a quirk of the brow, one Steve had come to recognize as Do you trust me? And Steve did. So he let Billy yank him in, smile wide and devious, before shoving his tongue into Steve’s mouth. He bit back a moan, doing his best to make it look like he was only pretending to enjoy threading his fingers in Billy’s hair. The noise around them stuttered to a stop, silence sweeping in until they pulled apart, panting and red lipped. There was a beat before Steve gave a small quirk of the lips, and held out his hand.

“Not bad, Hargrove,” he said, letting the cockiness King Steve had worn as his crown out just a bit. Billy’s eyes flashed and he licked his lips obscenely.

“Next time tug on my hair a little harder,” he replied with a wink. The room erupted into noise. The girls were staring, eyes wide, smiles big, obviously pleased with the show they got. The boys were trying to act like they didn’t care, but were obviously not expecting either of them to have gone through with it. But no one wanted to look lame in front of Mr. California.

Billy settled back and rested his hand on Krissy’s knee. It helped Steve’s chub go down, but it also made his stomach twist. It’s what needed to happen. Rationally, he knew that. But fuck. Fuck he wanted to fucking shove his tongue down Billy’s throat without anyone making a fuss. Without fucking fear. Without having to make it a fucking joke.

“I mean, it’s a little gay though, dude,” Steve heard Mark say. “Like, kissing another guy?”

“Get your panties untwisted,” Billy grumbled around the cigarette he was lighting. “Shit only means shit if you want it to. You really think each hooker is into the guy she’s fucking? Nah man.” He exhaled the smoke into Mark’s face, making him cough. “They go where the money is.”

“Yeah but you didn’t get paid to do that,” Tommy said, sneering just a little. He’d never been the most open minded, and even Billy’s status couldn’t keep him from opening his fat mouth.

“Lemme give you some education, amigo,” Billy said, voice sharp, eyes even sharper. “Chicks dig confidence. They dig you showing off how comfortable you are with yourself, yeah?” He leaned forward, the cherry of his cigarette getting dangerously close to Tommy’s face. “You get paid in pussy for shit like that, Hagan.” His eyes glinted and Tommy flinched back, just the slightest. The rest of the guys seemed to mull this over, not wanting to argue with someone who was known to violently burst. Especially when drunk.

“It’s still gross,” Tommy mumbled, not meeting Billy’s eye. Billy rolled his eyes and pulled back, exhaling the smoke as he pinched the cigarette between his thumb and middle finger.

“Hagan, I have seen you eat out of the trash,” he droned, smirking more when Tommy went red and the girls around laughed at him. “And you didn’t get paid.”

“Whatever,” Tommy grumbled, anger pouring off of him. Krissy seemed to get tired of the conversation.

“Billy,” she cooed into his ear, hand rubbing up his thigh. Steve clenched his fists and tried to will that angry little green monster away. Those were his thighs too feel up, his chest to admire, and his lips to kiss. “The game’s a bust. Maybe we should just say that your spin landed on me?” Steve stood up abruptly and headed for the kitchen. The sounds of the group in the next room were quieter and he took some calming breaths. He grabbed an open bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot, tossing it back easily.

“Got what you wanted, huh?” Tommy’s voice cut through the quiet in the kitchen like a knife. Steve turned, frowning. He hadn’t even noticed Tommy had followed him.

“What?” Steve replied, because he was jealous, tired, and needed a fucking drink if he had to watch Krissy Simpson suck face with his boyfriend all night. Well, kind of boyfriend. They hadn’t really made it a thing, not out loud, but Steve could think about it however he wanted. And boy, did he want Billy to be his boyfriend. It was a vaguely sobering thought.

“I see the way you look at him,” Tommy sneered, voice low. It made Steve’s hands clammy but he rolled his eyes.

“Are you fucking kidding me man?” Steve asked. “Look at him like what? Like he’s an obnoxious tool that happens to be my friend?”

“You look at him like you looked at Wheeler.” It was like Steve had been drenched in ice water. He couldn’t help the way his breath stuttered and his eyes widened. Tommy grabbed a beer from the ice tub, eyes never leaving Steve. “So,” he repeated, words slow, calculated, and cruel, “Did you,” he popped the tab, “Get what,” he moved closer to Steve, who found he couldn’t breathe, “You wanted?”

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Steve bit out, trying to ignore the wiggling in his stomach. The nerves that threatened to burst. Tommy slammed the beer on the counter and shoved Steve up against the fridge, magnets clattering to the ground as Steve let out a whoosh of air.

“I’m not stupid,” he hissed. “You look at him all the fucking time. Bet you were just praying that the bottle would land on him. Fucking disgusting.” Steve turned red in embarrassment and anger, shoving Tommy back, despite the fact that his nerves were making him feel like throwing up.

“I said fuck off,” he repeated through gritted teeth. “You’d don’t know shit.” Tommy shoved him in retaliation and Steve cursed when the corner of the counter jabbed into his back.

“I’ve known you since we were kids,” Tommy said, an old hurt laced in his voice. “I know plenty. Like how you were the one who said we should practice kissing, you were the one who always wanted to fucking holds hands, you were the one who–”

“Shut up!” Steve yelled, shoving Tommy back again. This gathered some attention from the other room, finally, and people crept in the doorway, ready to watch a fight. “You think you know me, but you don’t know fucking anything,” he spat out. He was shaking, angry and scared, and his hands curled into fists at his sides. Tommy didn’t bother acknowledging the crowd, but his mean grin meant he knew they were there.

“Does he know?” He asked, taking a step forward. “Is that how you climbed back up the ladder? King Steve, down on his knees, just fucking begging to su–” Steve punched Tommy in the jaw, fury boiling over, heated by fear. The crowd ‘ooh’d. Tommy stumbled back, but recovered quickly enough and tackled Steve to the floor. They grappled, cheers from the group egging them on.

Tommy got the upper hand, as he usually did, and punched Steve so hard his head spun. He spit some blood on the floor next to him and bucked, trying to dislodge the other boy. Tommy just sneered and reared back to punch him again when he was being hauled off. Billy pulled him by his collar, making him choke ever so slightly. His eyes were dark and furious, teeth bared and glinting as he pushed Tommy against the counter until he hissed.

“You’re really pushing your limits tonight, Hagan,” he said, voice low and dangerous. The room buzzed with energy, tense and excited. Tommy bristled, but didn’t shove Billy, though he was clearly itching to. Billy leaned closer and tilted his head. “Well? You gonna tell me why you were beating up on Harrington?”

“‘Cause he’s a fucking–”

“Just leave it, Billy,” Steve said, finally getting up. The alcohol and fight had made his legs wobbly. Billy turned to look at him, earring glinting in the light as it swung. “It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.”

“Tommy’s being a fucking douche, what’s new.” Billy snorted and Tommy surged forward again, pressed back into the counter with a hiss by Billy’s arm. “Fuck this,” he said, giving Tommy the finger. “I’m fucking leaving, alright?” He was so goddamn tired of this evening.

“It’s ‘cause I’m right, isn’t it,” Tommy sneered. Steve just shook his head and pushed through the crowd, ignoring the way everyone stared at him.

“Right about what?” He heard Billy ask. And Steve froze a little, because Tommy running his mouth to Steve was one thing, but running it to Billy? It wasn’t like Billy didn’t know, obviously, but he didn’t want to have to hear this. Have to hear Billy tearing him down because kissing for a joke was one thing, but someone actually being gay? That wasn’t going to fly, even if Billy tried to play it off. Steve looked back and wished he hadn’t because Tommy looked fucking gleeful. Like Steve had given him a fucking present.

“That Steve wants to suck your dick,” he said conversationally. The room quieted and Steve heard the feet of the people next to him shuffling away. Felt the panic creeping up on him. Felt like he was definitely going to throw up. Billy took a step back from Tommy, not expecting that to come out of his mouth. Steve just shook his head and let out a shaky laugh.

“You’re delusional, Hagan. No need to project your feelings onto me.” He was glad his voice didn’t waver. Tommy snarled and jerked forward to go at Steve again, but Carol’s hand on his arm stopped him.

“Fuck you,” he seethed, arms trembling from holding himself back. “You disgusting fucking faggot.” Steve didn’t let his reaction show, just stared Tommy down, wishing he hadn’t come to this stupid fucking party. Billy was just staring, eyes wide, like he didn’t know how to proceed. How to say anything to Tommy that didn’t incriminate them both. And Steve– Steve suddenly didn’t care. They had just over 2 months of school left and it wasn’t like Steve cared about any of these people. They’d dropped him the minute he wasn’t in and had only accepted him back because Billy willed it.

“And what if I am,” he said, surprised at how even his voice was. He could hear the ripple through the crowd, could see the way Billy tensed up. “What if I am a fucking faggot?” He walked towards Tommy, who seemed surprised at Steve’s sudden turn. “At least I’m not a fucking piece of shit like you. At least I don’t suck dick and kiss ass for power in a fucking high school.” Tommy went red, baring his teeth. Steve sneered. “At least I’m not a fucking coward.” Tommy swung again, but this time Steve was ready. Knew it was coming. So he used Tommy’s weight to pull on his arm and flip him over onto the ground. He slammed into the cupboards under the counter and some cups of unfinished punch tipped over and dripped down on him. Steve turned and high tailed it without stopping to look at Billy. Wasn’t sure he could. People parted like the red sea for him, eyes wide.

When he finally got to his car, Steve’s hands were shaking. He fumbled with his keys, panic starting to set in.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed, throwing his keys to the ground. He pressed the meat of his palms to his eyes until he saw stars, trying to will away the tears threatening to leak out. What a fucking shit show. He took a few shaky breaths before crouching, turning to lean his back against his car. “I’m such a fucking idiot…” After a few calming breaths Steve grabbed his keys from the asphalt, got in his car, and drove away. He wished Billy had followed him out. He wished a lot of things.

Steve didn’t bother to take off his shoes when he got home, heading straight for his father’s study. His whiskey was off limits, but Steve didn’t give a shit anymore. Wanted to fucking blackout and forget the night ever happened. Forget the cold shoulder he’d certainly be getting come Monday morning. He didn’t bother with a glass, just drank straight out of the decanter as he went to the living room, collapsing onto the couch. The whiskey burned in the right way and Steve reveled in the feeling as he wallowed.

“Good going, Stevie,” he mumbled to himself. “Ruin the one good thing you had going for ya.” He took another gulp of whiskey, already starting to feel more pleasantly warm again. “Just, just had to prove a point… Just had to get one over Tommy.” He blinked through the tears that had started to fall. “Had to prove a point.” He curled in on himself, whimpering. “You fucking dumbass.” The decanter slipped from his fingers and thudded to the floor, the whiskey dribbling out. Steve didn’t move to pick it up or clean it. Just sat there, curled in on himself, until he fell asleep.

He woke up to something banging on the glass doors of the living room. Everything was blurry with sleep and he groaned as he sat up. It was still dark out, so it couldn’t have been long. He rubbed at his eyes and turned to look, jumping when he saw the shadowy figure.

“Harrington!” Steve tensed up at Billy’s voice. Found he wanted to get up but couldn’t move. “Harrington for fuck’s sake, lemme in!” Steve got up and stumbled to the back door, fumbling with the lock. Billy ripped it open the moment he could and he surged forward. Steve flailed and moved backwards, running into the coffee table and falling on his ass with a thud. He looked up at Billy, eyes wide with panic, and felt his lungs starting to get tight. Billy looked down at him, his face unreadable. Or Steve was just really, really fucking drunk. Probably both. Neither of them spoke, the only sound in the room Steve’s quick breathing.

“W-What do you want, Hargrove,” Steve said, unable to take the waiting. Figured he’d prompt the fight that was bound to happen, since they’d talked a lot about secrecy and how Neil couldn’t know. Billy’s jaw twitched.

“What the fuck was that?” Steve swallowed and looked away.

“I know,” Steve whispered. “He was just– He fucking– Fuck!” Steve buried his face in his hands again. “Tommy just gets under my fucking skin and he figured it out anyway and I just– I’m so tired of hanging out with people who pretend to give a shit only when it benefits them. I’m tired of pretending like I care about any of this, this bullshit. I just–” He deflated a little, hands still covering his face. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “I’m sorry.” Steve jerked when he felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing himself back along the coffee table. He hyperventilated, panic seizing him, and when he looked at Billy, he seemed shocked.

“I–” Billy stammered, thrown. “I’m not gonna hurt you.” Steve swallowed with difficulty and let Billy touch his shoulder again. The blonde’s brow furrowed and he crouched so he was eye level with Steve. “What did he even say to you?”

“Why?” Steve asked. “Why does it matter? We can’t– I mean– Why are you here?” Billy licked his lips and looked down nervously. He bit his lip, weighing his options as Steve watched him, wary.

“It’s– I’m–” He let out a harsh breath through his nose. “I was worried,” he mumbled. Steve blinked.

“What.” Billy blushed and grit his teeth, still looking away.

“I was worried. Because you were fucking drunk and still drove home.” He licked his lips again and looked at Steve.

“So… You’re not here to fight me?” Billy let out a strangled sound and ducked his head.

“Oh my god,” he muttered under his breath. “No, I’m not here to fight you.”

“But aren’t you mad? I mean, I fucked everything up.” Billy watched, face carefully blank. “And honestly I– I can’t do this.” Billy’s face crumpled and he stood.

“Oh.” Steve could see his hands clenching and unclenching. “I guess I’ll just leave then.” He moved for the door and Steve’s still very drunk brain worked in overdrive to figure out what the fuck was happening.

“Wait, Billy–” He stood and the room started to spin, making him trip himself up and he fell to the floor with a hard thump. He groaned and wished that he could wake up from whatever fucking nightmare the world had cursed him with. Calloused hands gripped his arms and hauled him up, Billy’s frowning face suddenly right in front of his. Steve couldn’t help himself. He kissed him. When Billy pulled back Steve winced. “Sorry, I know you don’t want me to–”

“What?” Billy furrowed his brow. “What do you mean I don’t want you to?”

“‘Cause I outed myself. So you don’t wanna see me anymore. ‘Cause your dad’s a dillhole.” Billy’s mouth opened slightly and he blinked away his confusion before ducking his head again.

“Oh my god, I’m a fucking idiot, of course you–” He sighed and looked up, shaking his head as he hauled Steve to his feet. “Come on, pretty boy,” he grunted as he heaved all of Steve’s weight up and onto the couch. Steve let him, turning his head to press a kiss to Billy’s hand when he pulled away. He made a face.

“Sorry, I just–”

“Stop apologizing.” Steve snapped his mouth shut and looked away. Then Billy was turning his head back, making him look him in the eye. Steve felt his heart speed up. Billy’s gaze was intense and searching. “What did Hagan say to you?”

“He just– He just implied some shit about me sucking your dick that’s it.” Steve licked his lips.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m just not telling you everything.”

“That’s lying by omission, baby,” Billy replied with a fond smirk. Steve let out a heartfelt sigh, unable to stop himself.

“I love it when you call me pet names,” he mumbled into Billy’s palm. He could feel that his face was flushed, but whether it was because of what he admitted or the alcohol, he wasn’t sure. When he looked at Billy from under his lashes, his ears were pink and there was a flush spreading down his neck.

“Yeah?” He whispered. Steve nodded and looked away again.

“Tommy– Tommy knows a lot about me,” he said, voice soft. “Fuck, he was my first kiss, not that he’d ever admit it.” Steve could feel the way Billy tensed and he smiled a little to himself. “So he knows when I’m in love. Knows what it looks like.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Billy, but Steve couldn’t look. He couldn’t. “He said that I look at you like I looked at Nancy. That’s how he knew.” Billy was quiet except for some ragged breathing, but he hadn’t pulled away. Steve turned to look and, oh. Billy was staring at him, eyes dragging slowly over his face. Face flushed and mouth slightly open as his thumb made small circles on Steve’s cheek.

“You look at me like you looked at Wheeler?” His voice was hushed, full of wonder. Steve’s breath hitched and his eyes darted to Billy’s lips. He nodded dumbly.

“I can’t do this,” he said, speaking quickly so Billy wouldn’t run, “Because if you hated me, if you didn’t want this as much as I do, I– I couldn’t– I can’t pretend like I don’t love you.” Billy kissed him then, soft and sweet and nothing like the kisses they usually shared. He pulled back enough so he could speak.

“We’re gonna figure this out, okay? But it’s not gonna be easy– If my dad–”

“I’ve got a bat with nails in it and I’m friends with the police chief,” Steve said, bratty and so full of emotion he wasn’t sure what to do with it all. “I’d like to see him try.” Billy smiled against his lips.

“And Hagan?”

“Tommy’s never scared me.” He paused. “Carol scares me though.”

“Yeah, she was out for your balls after you left,” Billy chuckled. His face dropped a little and he pulled back. “I couldn’t– I didn’t know what to say after–”

“Honestly,” Steve mumbled into Billy’s palm, which still hadn’t left his face, “I don’t give a shit. And I’m too drunk to care about it right now.” Billy’s smiling lips pressed against his again. “Also, I don’t think I can get upstairs,” he mumbled.

“Lucky for us you’re a rich bitch who has a huge couch.” Steve snorted but his eyes were closing.

“Get up here and fucking cuddle me, you dickhead.” He fell asleep to the sound of Billy’s laughter.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #tommy hagan #angst with a hopeful ending #homophobic language #anon #prompt fic #ask

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You marry me, Alas

"Stop eating all my popcorn, they're for the tree" AU

Thomas Lightwood and Alastair Carstairs Fluff Christmas Holiday AU

Okay I kept on writing because apparently it is fun, and I did a little something for my boo @tyherondaletrash who deserves the world and all the love we can give her. And tomorrow is Monday, so it’ll be a shitty shitty day for her (not for me, schools are closed;)) and I hope I can improve her mood a little.

Just gonna tell you that there’s a little angst, a lot of fluff and SHIT TON of sex references, but nothing too serious, hope you’ll enjoy it

Word count: 2,364

Thomas poured the last pan of popcorn into the biggest bowl and picked up the few who had fallen on the island before eating them. He left everything in the kitchen as he went up the stairs of their new house to go get a needle and thread.

Alastair would never agree to do such a thing, he would probably complain all the time about the grease on his hands or the fact that “food should be eaten, not used to make stupid necklaces”, but Tom really wanted to get him into the Christmas spirit. Because that would be the first Christmas they spent with their families and especially the first Christmas since Alastair and Cordelia’s father got out of rehab.

Thomas had found out from James. One afternoon, when only the two of them had gone out to make gifts to the others, out of nowhere he had asked how Alastair was taking it. Thomas had looked at him frowning, because he didn’t understand what he was talking about, and when James told him that their father was going back to London after all those months out of town, the sky fell down on him. Not because he was upset.

He had mostly panicked and text-bombing his boyfriend, who, busy with a business meeting, had not replied right away. And then Thomas had called him. Fifteen times. And when Alastair came out of the meeting he thought the other was dead. He had called back immediately and was slightly angry when Thomas told him to go home because they needed to talk. He tried to imply that he knew about Elias, but Alastair seemed too focused on the fact that he called him so many times, and so he had to be the one with the issue that needed resolving.

Tom sighed, remembering how he had had to pull every word out of Alas' lips, which eventually gave away and began to cry. He had rarely seen his boyfriend cry, but he had never felt so much hatred and anger in his sobs. It was difficult to feel affection for his beloved’s father at that time. A father who had taken away his childhood and forced him to protect his sister’s.

He found the needle in the drawer of his bedside table and took one of the little balls of white thread that Alastair kept in his drawer (for when the buttons fell from his shirts), and went down to the first floor again. He returned to the kitchen, and did not immediately notice that his boyfriend was sitting on the counter swinging his feet and eating his popcorn… his popcorn!

“Hey! I was eating those!”Alastair shouted when Thomas tore the bowl from his hands.

“Make them yourself, if you are hungry! These go on the tree. And you will help me.” he said, sulking like a child, holding the popcorn in his chest. Alastair shook his head sighing and, making a small leap to get off the island, gave his assent.

They went into the living room and sat on the carpet next to the tree. A tree that had been bought almost a week earlier and still didn’t have a single ball on it. This was due to the fact that since Alastair’s holidays had started, there hadn’t been a minute when the two of them hadn’t rolled around in bed.

Sometimes it was annoying to stay apart all day and then be too tired to do any other activity but sleeping, so as soon as the chance to spend some time together for their own business had presented itself, they had not been able to resist and had locked themselves in the house for a week, receiving complaints from Lucie and Christopher, who wanted to go out with them, but they both had repeatedly refused to make the famous double dates she loved so much and shut the door in front of a very confused Kit.

“So? How do we do these things?” asked Alastair by taking a popcorn and throwing it in his mouth.

“Certainly not like that.” muttered Thomas, taking two meters of thread for him and two for the other boy and starting to stick it in his needle, “First put the thread in the needle and then stab the popcorn, like this.” He showed it to him and continued undisturbed until a sound of frustration escaped Alastair’s control and Tom was forced to interrupt his work. Looking up, Thomas never thought he’d find himself in front of an Alastair red of rage with a twisted thread around his fingers, desperately trying not to prick himself again.

“How the fuck do you put something so big inside something so small?! It’s impossible.” Alastair’s hands were shaking from how focused he was, and that didn’t help with his task.

Thomas' eyebrows shot up and, refraining from laughing, he placed his necklace on the ground, gently taking his boyfriend’s hands into his own, stopping that tremendous trembling, “I don’t think you should make another joke like that, or I’ll be forced to leave this tree naked another day to show you how it’s done,” he whispered to him with a wink. Thomas heard him mutter something about being naked and that as far as he was concerned that tree could also burn in the fireplace. “Here.” passed the needle with the already threaded thread, “you have to hold it from here otherwise it slips out.” Alastair thanked him before he took a handful of popcorn and took it to his mouth. Thomas refrained from snorting and began his work once more. He still felt that the other was confabulating and a quick glance made him realize that he would never accomplish anything.

Not even five minutes passed before Alastair stood up and started yelling at the popcorn, which kept breaking and falling off. He stomped his feet on the ground like a child and at that point Thomas could not hold back any longer, bursting into a loud laugh, with his head pulled back.

Alastair took that laugh as an invitation to do something else and on his way to their room, took all the presents he hadn’t wrapped yet, wrapping paper and tape, before he sat down next to his boyfriend. He stared at the books he had bought for Cordelia for a whole minute before taking a deep breath and really started working.

Meanwhile Thomas seemed to have finished his first necklace and was starting the one he had abandoned. Alastair took the wrapping paper and began to rip it in half, so that he had enough for every book, but of course something had to go wrong and a sharp pain took over his finger. He looked at his hand and two drops of blood came out of his thumb, “For fuck’s sake.”

Thomas, intrigued by his boyfriend’s swearing, turned to him, giggling, “I agree. Today is not your day.” he told him, nibbling a popcorn, “Do you want me to go get you a Band-Aid? At least you won’t stain the books.” he proposed with a shy smile.

Alastair turned to him, to that boy he loved so much that sometimes he wondered how it was possible that everything was real. That Thomas was really his. That he could finally be happy, too, if he had someone like Tom by his side.

“Don’t worry, I can go by myself.” he bent down on the other, brushing his lips with his own, but the other took him by the neck of the shirt pulling him down towards him and the kiss became more intense. Alastair lost his balance, ending up on Thomas, that by now was lying on his back, his hands going up under the other’s shirt.

They split just to catch their breath, and when Alastair finally broke off, Thomas gave a grunt of discomfort at the lack of contact, “We said no sex today. And no sex will be.”

“That was a stupid fucking rule, then.” Thomas said, raising his hips against Alastair’s, making him feel how even that little contact between them made him feel. Alastair closed his eyes leaning his forehead against that of the other, laying a last little kiss on his lips. He stood up, resting on his arms and then helped Thomas, lending him a hand.

“Are you sure you want to go to the bathroom? Isn’t it that with your bad luck, you come in and the patches are gone?” Thomas joked on the way to the kitchen to get a drink. Alastair saw from the croner of his eye that he was adjusting his trouser and could not stop his mind when he thought “Stupid rule, indeed”, but they had to finish decorating the house, tomorrow would be Christmas Eve and all their friends and families would come here. Explaining to his mother that you hadn’t decorated anything because you were too busy fucking didn’t seem like a tempting thing to do.

“No you’re actually right. Could you take it fom me?” He took his finger between his lips and sucked it. At least there was no more blood.

“That shitty rule is ruining my day. At this point we would have finished everything.” he was looking at him like a lioness looks at a gazelle after a week of starving. Yet, that lioness had eaten, even too many times, wondered Alastair. He scoffed, knowing full well that they wouldn’t have done anything if it wasn’t for that one rule.

“Stop it, Lightwood, and hurry up so we can finish early and after we can do what we want.” He smiled greedily, swooped over the couch with an athletic jump and landed just two inches from him. He put the Band-Aid on him, insisting that he needed to touch him somehow, and for Alastair to take the piss out of him, those tiny displays of affection swollen his heart.

They both went back to doing what they had to do, until Alastair finished wrapping and then put all the balls there were to be put on the tree, and all the streamers. He also began to decorate the kitchen and the entrance, putting sprigs of mistletoe here and there at Thomas' request. If he had to be completely honest, that afternoon wasn’t as bad as he initially thought.

He was getting up on the chair to put the last twig on the front door, when a Christmas tune blew up the house at full volume, scaring him and making him almost fall, “Oh hell, no,” he complained softly, but he would never ask Thomas to turn it off. For some strange reason, Christmas made him ten times happier, kinder. Perhaps it was because his past Christmas had been spent with a loving family, in houses full of gratitude and happiness, while Alastair’s had all been spent hiding his father’s eggnog where he could not find it and to buy a gift to his sister at the last minute, because no one ever remembered to drive him to the mall.

He came down from the chair in silence and took it back to the counter, where he leaned with both elbows before burying his face in his hands. Stop it, he said to himself, or you will ruin Christmas to everyone, including Thomas. He took a trembling breath, trying to calm down. His father was fine. Cordelia had told him. Layla, his sweet little Layla, who had gone to see Elias alone because he had refused to see him. Layla, who had been forced to meet an alcoholic father alone after knowing a complete different person for a very long time.

He looked out the window, where the snow was starting to come down slowly. He did not notice the volume of the music being lowered, or Thomas looking at him from the doorframe, again, but this time with a hard, thoughtful look. He did not even notice him when the first sob came out of his lips and he cursed under his breath so as not to be heard.

He only noticed Thomas when he approached him with two big strides, and circled his shoulders with his arms, bringing him close to himself, cradling him as he had done every time. Alastair turned to him, hiding his face in his chest, as a liberating cry made its way into him.

Thomas lifted him from the ground and, holding him as tight as he could, went to the couch, where he sat whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

They were like this for hours, one next to the other. The forgotten popcorn necklaces on the floor next to the tree and the half-packed gifts to keep them company.

Alastair looked up at Thomas only when he was sure he was no longer crying and what he saw on the other’s face stopped his breath. There were traces of tears on Thomas' cheeks as well. Alastair sat up straight, still on his boyfriend’s lap, holding both hands to his face, “Tom,” he whispered passing a finger on his cheekbone. Thomas took his hand in his, taking it to his mouth and leaving a tender kiss on his palm, before resting it on his chest, on his heart.

Thomas looked him in the eye and as every time he looked at him his love grew and grew so much that for a second he was afraid he would explode, he was sure that he would die if he did nothing to let Alastair know his feelings. How much he loved him and how much this love grew every day. For everything that he meant to him and for everything he stood for.

Thomas had a completely crazy idea in mind, but he was sure, sure of that love. Sure that the only voice that mattered in the midst of the thousand that he heard every day was the voice of the man who stood on his lap at that moment. And he was not afraid when he opened his mouth and moved to speak, did not feel fear, only an indescribable emotion, while…

“Marry me.”

“You marry me, Alas.”

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deadboar · 4 years

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Regressed (An Obey Me! Shall We Date Fic)

This prompt goes to @canonlucidia ‘s fic where Satan regresses into a child and Lucifer has to take care of him again. It’s the same thing, except the roles are switched. I left it at a cliffhanger cause I was so physically naseuous because I can’t imagine Lucifer as a child.

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Three pairs of blinding white wings and a pair of familiar red eyes stare cautiously back at him, and it’s only now that Satan realizes that he had actually never seen the eldest brother of them any younger, especially through photos, or at least he doesn’t remember it. That’s no surprise, considering that he is the youngest. What is surprising is seeing a miniature version of the eldest sitting right in front of him like this is some fucked up fever dream.

The said child, his fa—brother, is sitting in a pile of feathers and the coat that Lucifer always wore on his shoulders. A look of absolute confusion and weariness (and more carefully concealed fear than Satan has ever witnessed on Lucifer’s face) appearing on the eldest-turned-youngest is replaced with palpable silence, wings unfurling and twisting its way out of the coat and upwards, tense in a way that looked like the child was planning to either fight himself out of the room or a warning trying to keep the others away.

Which, knowing Lucifer, is probably both.

Satan doesn’t exactly know angel anatomy of social behaviors, but he’s probably sure that the existence of the 6 demons in front of this angel child stuck inside 4 walls is probably what triggers a horrible fight or flight response that kills them all. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s been attempted, but it’s not preferable.

To all shock, it’s actually Mammon who breaks the silence, crouching down near, but far enough that the child isn’t afraid to the point of attacking, but close enough to catch the child’s attention, close so that the child can’t see anything that can hurt him.

“Hey, Luci. Remember me?”

It’s uncharacteristically gentle compared to how boisterous the second oldest usually is, but apparently the others don’t notice or care to revel in it because they’re already raising their voices to squak.

“What are you doing scummy bastard—”

“You’re going to get us killed—”

“Ma...Mammoney..?”

Apparently, even as a child Lucifer has a way of using few words to render an entire room silent, because the moment the second eldest’s name was said out loud, the silence is so audible you would be able to hear a pin drop. Amazing use of power.

Mammon just gently smiles and extends his arms out.

“The one and only, brother dearest.”

The child—Lucifer—Baby Lucifer immediately holds his hand out, doe eyes wide and mesmerized by the sight of the now eldest brother. His hand meets Mammon’s own after brief hesitation, throwing himself at who he realized was his dearest sibling and digging his face into Mammon’s jacket. Mammon wraps his arms around him, picking him up slowly, just as a precaution to not scare the young fledgling, and slowly turn to move him around so that black haired child faced all of them.

(It’s easy to forget that Mammon is the second oldest, or that he knows how to handle children, because of his stupid money spending habits, childish mentality, and the way he only acts stupid. However looking at the scene now it’s easy to tell how much control Mammon has over the situation, and Satan and the brothers only now realize that Mammon probably saved them all.)

Lucifer’s eyes lock onto and examine all of the people in the room, starting his eyes at Beel, moving slowly over them, mouth and face perfectly neutral, and nobody would have been able to tell anything from his face if his eyes didn’t give it all away. The look of realization, confusion, acceptance and what looks like emotions in between for all of the brothers.

Until those eyes landed on Satan.

Instead of plain confusion (something he expected to see; the baby didn’t recognize Belphie and Beel) in those crimson red orbs, he was the only one who noticed the way the wings tensed up as fast as it disappeared. There was a look of weariness(?), confusion and a frown upon his face when Mammon and the others introduced Satan to the angel instead of letting him do it himself.

He wouldn’t have been able to do it himself. He was too angry to do it, and Mammon realized that.

Now, it would be stupid to get mad at such a simple thing. Any child would be curious, especially with someone you’ve never met before. And not every child would smile at, or be kind to a stranger, especially if that child is an angel in a room full of demons he can barely register as his brothers. Especially to a brother who he’s never met

Still, Satan can feel the pits of envy and rage fill him up. He doesn’t like how such carefully crafted self control could easily be challenged by a child’s frown. It doesn’t matter if it’s Lucifer of all people.

(It does matter, really. He’s been fighting under such analytical and cynical eye since he was growing up. He’s been fighting Lucifer and fighting for his independence as long as he could; the shadow he was casted under and the smile he was never given—)

He immediately looks back to the sight of the brothers cooing over the child, mainly Asmo, followed by Levi. Somehow the child isn’t afraid, but rather confused and startled by the sudden coddling, but still, his eyes remain locked on Satan’s figure, questioning eyes and if Satan didn’t know any better, it was suddenly filled with either determination or an accusation— and for what? he will not know. All he wants to do is to leave the room as quickly as he can while he still has the time to get away—

He can’t quite make it out of the room when he hears the announcement.

“Who’s going to take care of him?” That was Levi.

“Well, he’s our brother, we’re all gonna hafta take responsibility until he’s back to normal,” Somehow Mammon got smarter, and much, much more annoying.

“I know! Why don’t we ask Lucibear who he wants to spend time with!” Fuck you, Asmo.

“That works,” not you too, Belphie.

There is silence right after that remark, and in foresight it was Satan’s fault for not fleeing when he should have, and his fault for turning around.

He looks back to see a baby finger pointing at him.

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 4 years

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Listen, it’s simple: don’t eat his dick, eat his heart

Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: Because “it’s just sex” does not exist.

Warnings: Angts, Fluff, mentions of sex, swear words, a happy ending ( is that a warning?)

A/N: Ok, because I am an awful person and doesn’t seem to control my real life I was yet AGAIN late for yet ANOTHER challenge. I’m so sorry @stuckonjbbarnes , I hope you will still like it <3

Words: 3000+

Friends with benefits was a great deal. Well… Until it isn’t and then it just sucks. Because you are stuck in a situation where the sex is really amazing, but your heart breaks every time he leaves your room with a small smirk and a quick “See ya later, doll” in this annoyingly cute and sexy Brooklyn accent.

And here you are, sitting with your best friend - Netflix, a bowl of popcorn and a beer, watching Princess Diaries hating and loving this movie at the same time. But you don’t really pay attention to it anymore. You were supposed to meet with Bucky for your little ‘routine’, but he went on a date. Of course, he sent you a message and you were happy for him. Of course, you were! You were friends after all. Friends first, lovers later… But well lovers wasn’t really a good word to use. Because there wasn’t really any love there. Well, not from his side at least. You loved him. Original right? You were the one who brought up the idea in the first place.

It was after a mission when you both were sitting in your room watching something stupid on TV. And while flipping through the programs you stopped on porn. You couldn’t help the annoyed growled that escaped you. He raised his brow and looked at you questioningly.

“You don’t like Porn?” He asked, amusement in his voice. You were both pretty close to each other. Bucky loved how you never tiptoed around him, always honest but still caring.

“Oh, no trust me. I do…” You rolled your eyes and sighed. “It’s just you know... How long do you really need to take care of your own needs?” He snorted making the beer travel all the way back through his nose. “Don’t get me wrong, Bucky. A hand is better than no hand… But you know…” You smirked seeing his amused expression. “I miss the dick.” He couldn’t help but laugh at your simplicity.

“How about you go on a date with someone? I know the guy from statistics has a crush on you.” You shook your head and took a sip of your yet another beer. You were slowly getting tipsy, which was the reason for this whole conversation. Yes, you were close to Bucky and a very open person, but you would never talk to him about those things sober. Not to him. Not to the guy you had an enormous crush on. But you were just friends and you knew from the fact that he was still not ready for a relationship.

“No, no hell no. Come on Bucky I don’t have time for dates… Especially not with someone who would not understand my way of living.” Yeah being an Avenger was a hell of a time-consuming job. “You know what I need?” You turned towards him, putting your head on the back of the couch. “A friend with benefits.” He raised his brow, taking the same position as you. “A guy I trust, love in the most platonic way and feel comfortable with. Take that guy and fuck his brain out and vice versa.” He burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound and scene. You loved it when he laughed. He had such a nice, smooth laugh.

“How about Steve?” You bit your lip and chuckled. “What?”

“I feel he’s a bit too vanilla for me”, his eyes widen and you could swear you noticed him take a deep breath. His pupils got a bit bigger than before, but there was still this amused smile on his face. “I would ask Sam, but I don’t know I see him more than a brother… Fucking him would be awkward.” He chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. “Ghhhh! I need sex!” You groaned annoyed, turning off the porn that was starting to get annoyingly unrealistic. Seriously? What guy can handle two orgasms in a row?

You finished your beer and opened another one (having a travel fridge next to your coach was the best idea you have ever had) gulping it almost in one shot.

“How about you, Bucky?” You finally asked, making him shift uncomfortably. “Don’t you need to have some fun?”

“What makes you think I don’t already?” Your eyes widen but you laughed when he chuckled, shaking his head. “Seriously? What girl would like to do it with me? The ex-Winter Soldier, with this…” He raised his metal arm. Despite the joking tone of his voice, you knew how he hated it.

“Don’t do that, Bucky!” You whispered, putting a hand on his thigh, making him look at you with seriousness. “You are an amazing guy. Sweet and funny. And this?” you encircled your fingers with his metal ones. A month ago he would probably flinch, but now? He actually enjoyed it. How open you were with him. Not afraid at all. “It’s pretty damn hot.” He raised his brow not expecting this. “Not to mention that you as a whole package is a yummy cookie.”

“A yummy cookie?” He repeated, the sadness in his eyes disappearing. “And let’s come back to that left-hand thing.” You laughed and laid your head on his chest, trying to hide your embarrassed face. Jesus, he always smelled so good. “No, no, no way I’m letting you drop it.”

“Well... “ You pulled back and bit your lip nervously. “There is something intriguing about it, you know… It’s a part of you, but so different. Not to mention that it gives this nice cold-hot difference.” You swallowed and took his hand and slowly pulled it up to your throat. You could see the hesitation in his eyes, but he didn’t stop you, trusting that you knew what you were doing. “That’s pretty hot.” A little moan escaped your lips when he clenched his fingers just a little bit. “Any girl would be lucky to be yours, Bucky.” You opened your eyes to meet his blown up irises, staring at your lips.

“What about you?” He whispered, his hand moving from your throat to the back of your neck. You smiled at him and just kissed him.

It was that day that all of this happened. It was three months ago and you established rules after your first night. Except for the normal sex-related rules, ins and outs, yeses and nos, there was this one rule. The most important one. If one of us wanted to get out, all they needed to do was say. But this was the problem. As much as you knew you needed to stop this arrangement before it breaks your heart into more pieces than it already has.

But you were just really pathetic. You didn’t want to end it, because you didn’t want him to leave you. Those moments with him were special. During those moments of intimacy, you could imagine that he was your and only yours. And it never mattered that when he left you just spent most of the night crying. Pathetic. You knew that and yet you couldn’t just stop it.

You looked to the side of the sound and sighed. You shouted to anyone on the other side to come in, and you sat straighter when Bucky walked in. you looked at the clock and you just noticed that it was after 10 PM. Apparently, memories took longer than you expected.

“How was your date?” You tried to make your voice as flat as possible. He couldn’t find out. If he knew that you felt something for him, you would not only lose the imaginary intimacy but him as well and that you would not survive.

“Pretty good,” He smiled and you smiled back, faking. You wanted to be a good friend, but the thought of him being happy with some other girl, made you break a little. “She was cute and actually funny.” He leaned and put his head on the back of your couch, accepting the beer you took from the travel fridge. “We’re gonna see each other on Friday.” He sounded happy and excited about it, and you forced yourself to look excited as well. Because you were his friend first. And most importantly. “So… am... “ You frowned, when he turned towards you, with uncertainty written on his beautiful face.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? You know you can talk to me, right” Your hand travelled to his arm and he smiled slightly.

“Can we stop it?” Your heart skipped a bit, understanding completely what he meant. “The sex… friends with benefits. I really liked Lucy and I don’t want to…”

“Of course!” You stopped him. Your voice was annoyingly high-pitched. You smiled and finish your beer, taking your hand off his arm. If he noticed your change he didn’t say anything. He just thanked you, and giving you a peck on the cheek, he just left. Leaving you with your heart-broken and tears rolling down your cheeks.

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It has been a month and you know you should just let go. But you couldn’t. Not when Bucky and Lucy ‘call me Lu” were sitting in the living room with the rest fo you, watching some movie, you didn’t pay attention to. You hated it, but the girl was really great. Everyone liked her and you could see how Barnes looked at her. She was beautiful. Long blonde hair, with stunning blue eyes, small nose and plum, round lips. She had curves in all the right places. She was just fucking perfect. A bit shy at the beginning but now throwing cheeky comments here and there. Yes, she was lovable, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. It was immature, you knew. But you loved Bucky before she came along, and you couldn’t help but wonder what if… What if you’d have told him about your feelings.

“Y/N?” You looked up hearing her voice. Her lovely, angelic voice. “Would you like something to drink?” Of course, she needed to be nice. You forced yourself to smile at her in the most friendly like way.

‘Thanks, Lu. I think I’ll head to bed.” Everyone looked at you in surprise. It wasn’t even 10 o’clock and none of you had any mission tomorrow. “I don’t feel good. That’s it.”

“You ok?” Bucky asked, voice filled with concern. Why did he have to be so nice? Couldn’t he just be a dick? Hate you?

“Yeah. I think too much of the chips.” You laughed awkwardly and after saying goodbye to everyone to went to your bed. “Kill me…”

“Excuse me?” You looked up and chuckled and FRIDAY’s voice. “I don’t think I can do that, Miss L/N.”

“It’s ok, FRIDAY. I was talking to myself.”

“Mrs Potts always tells Mr Stark that it's not a healthy habit. Should I maybe get you an appointment with a psychologist?”

“Gosh!” You laughed out loud at the machine. “No thank you. I am fine.”

“Are you?” You jump hearing a voice next to the elevator doors. You walked out and looked at Natasha who literally showed up. How the hell was she able to come here before you? “Green is definitely not a good colour on you, and I am not talking about this sweater.” You looked down at what you’re wearing and sighed. Damn, you really loved that one.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, yes play damn. That always worked. You ignored her opened your doors, walking in, happy to see your bed. Yes, this is what you needed. Your comfy bed.

"Lucy is a nice girl", she started and you just rolled your eyes.

"I know", you sighed, taking pyjama from under your covers, heading to the bathroom. But this apparently didn't stop Nat, she just followed you in. Great…

"Then, why are you being a bitch?!" You stopped and turned toward her, meeting with a smirk on her lips. "You lost your chance, you remember what I always told you?"

"Yeah, yeah your brilliant 'Listen, it’s simple: don’t eat his dick, eat his heart' shit…" with no complex what so ever you started to take your clothes off and walked under the shower, enjoying the warm water falling on your stressed shoulders. "But it was never as simple, Nat."

"Love is simple. Whether it's there or it's not…"

"Well, there wasn't" you hissed, letting the water, fall on your head. "Not from his side… it was only sex. He made that perfectly clear every night he just left. Perfectly fucking perfect!"

"Come on, Y/N you can't possibly read his mind. I doubt there was nothing there but sex."

"Well, then fucking believe it!" You punched the glass wall, that was separating you and Nat. You watched the glass shatter the same way as your heart did. The tears running down your cheeks, the blood spreading from your hands, and Nat beside you, pulling you to her with a comforting hug. "I'm sorry, Nat." She shook her head and unable to stand any longer you fall on your knees, pushing her with you. "I fucked up big times, Nat… I should have ended it so much sooner… I… love him so much!" You just kept on crying while Nat tried her best to smoothen you, her heart, breaking just a bit with your pain.

It was another month when you were finally able to act semi-normal seeing Bucky with Lucy. You stayed longer with everyone during movie nights.

You weren't sure how no one never asked you about your hands nor the glass doors to your bathroom that needed to be replaced, but you were sure Nat was behind it.

You were still falling asleep crying but now you just started to live with it. Yo realised that you lost any chance to ever own his heart. What's worse, you realise you never did own his heart.

"Y/N", you froze hearing his voice. Well, trying to be ok with his relationship was hard enough, which caused you to spent less and less time with him. You tried your hardest to make sure that you never stayed alone with him. And you did an incredible job with it, until now.

"Bucky!" You smiled brightly at him, continuing on your sandwich. "Want one? I'm making a peanut butter one."

"Can we talk?" He asked quietly, watching your back.

"We are talking." You chuckled wanting to get away from the topic you knew he will want to start. "So you want that sandwich?"

"Y/N, damn it, look at me!" You jumped hearing his shout. You slowly put the knife down and turned, and you swallowed seeing his sad expression. "Please… please tell me…" he walked towards you and before you were able to move away he leaned and put his head on your shoulder, sobbing. "What have I done, that you so desperately ignore me… run away from me…" your eyes widen and tears appeared in your eyes once again. No… you never wanted to see him hurt. That was the main reason why you kept on running from him. "What did I do…"

"You haven't done anything, Bucky", your hand landed in his hair, and slowly shuffled it. You closed your eyes when he pulled away from you. You couldn't look at him. Not when you both were so vulnerable. Not when you were so vulnerable. "Jesus, Bucky, nothing of this is your fault…" you opened your eyes and looked into those beautiful blue eyes.

"Of this? Of what, Y/N? What is happening? I thought we were friends and supposed to tell everything to each other." His hands landed on your arms, the expression on his face showed how lost he really was.

You took a step back and a deep breath. There was no way of escaping it now. You were trapped in a corner and needed to say everything you tried so desperately to keep to yourself. Afraid of losing your friend.

“I made a mistake, Bucky…” You whispered, looking away unable to look him in the eyes when you confessed to him. “We decided that this all would just be sex… no feelings, no attachment and I lied to you since the beginning…”

“Y/N”

“No, please…” You shook your head and sighed deeply. “I loved you Bucky… Loved you way back… waaaay back before our little agreement... God!” You exhaled, shaking your head in disbelief, just now realising, really realising how pitiful you were. “Gosh, I’m pathetic… I could never tell you about my feeling because I knew you weren’t ready for any kind of commitment, but I wanted you… Jesus, Bucky I wanted you so much…” You laughed at your stupidity and hid your face in your hands when you started crying. “And it broke my heart every time you were leaving my room, but I prefer that than losing you… But then you met Lucy and fuck! She is perfect Bucky, really. Perfect for you. I see how you look at her. And here I am being selfish again! You’re finally in an amazing relationship and because I wasn’t able to keep my feelings chained, you will now hate me!” You let yourself look back and was met with so much sadness in his eyes.

“We broke up…” You froze hearing his shredded voice. “She wasn’t ready to be Avenger’s girlfriend…” You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. “Every fucking night I walked out of your room, hoping you’ll stop me.” Your eyes widened, and you exhaled when he walked towards you, stopping just in front of you. You looked up into those beautiful eyes and bit your lip. “I came back every night hoping that I would be able to tell you how I felt, but you seem so sure about staying just friends with benefits! Fuck!” With no words more needed he leaned in and attacked your lips. It was different than the previous once. More passionate, more loving. “Fuck, Y/N! I love you damn much!”

“Well, I guess Nat’s advice is always the best!”

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anarchy-lives-eternal · 4 years

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The Nicest People

Have you ever heard the saying “the nicest people are the scariest motherfuckers when they’re angry”? Well, Angel Dust had never really thought much about it over his century of existence. However, on this particular day, that would all change.

Angel, even having grown up in a crime family, never thought much about that old saying. His family were scary to other people. Hell, Valentino was scary, but he was never nice in the first place!

Charlie though, the demoness who had brought him off the street after pissing off Valentino one too many times, who had actually cared about him and did her best to help him, was the kindest person in his little world. He didn’t so much as breathe a word of his appreciation to anybody, but he knew that Charlie knew he cared about her. Angel likes to think that his small affections and their Friday night “movie and cuddle” tradition they had started over the last few years showed her that much.

That being said, Angel had seen nearly every emotion pass over the demoness’s face. Joy, sadness, fear, anxiety, she even got annoyed sometimes! But the only emotions he had never seen in those impossibly wide doe eyes, that now were narrowed slits, was disgust and...

Pure, carnal, rage. After all, Angel and most of the others thought that such a thing was impossible.

Until, that is, during this years purge. An angel had barged into the hotel lobby where everyone was crowded together, Alastor trying to comfort Charlie with wacky little songs, or cute little cheek kisses. The other occupants were there seeking comfort either in the presence of those who had become their friends, or in the cheap booze that Husker mixed up. Angel and Vaggie in particular were there to help Alastor comfort their friend and boss.

When the angel had burst through the front door, there had been a dead silence that permeated the room. Every sinner froze, eyes wide, unsure of the reason for its presence.

Charlie, teary eyed as she was, was the first to step forward, asking if one of the sinners had been redeemed, and if not, why they were here.

The angel had cocked its head, mask firmly in place, and its simple reply had been what sent Charlie off the deep end, “Redeemed? No, I’m simply here to take care of a vermin problem.”

Before anyone could process that an angel actually just fucking spoke, Charlie was already in front of it, nose to nose. Her hair had broken from its usual band and was flaring wildly, her horns, instead of pointing straight to the ceiling, were twice their normal width and curled backwards like her mothers, her irises poison yellow, and her sclera glowing bloody red. Her teeth, while still a gleaming white, were even sharper than Alastor’s, “Then get. Out. Before I show you why I’m the next in line for the Fallen Throne.”

“Move, demon. This is a job, nothing more.”

Charlie snarled before moving faster than any of us could track, wrapping her clawed hand around the angels throat before bodily throwing him back out the front doors.

All of the residents of the hotel were still in shock, but snapped out of it quickly when Charlie began stalking forward slowly, changing even more with each step. Her height beginning to rival Alastor’s, and three pairs of black feathered wings sprouting from her back, each wing tip decorated in a gleaming talon and the end feathers looked more like black razor blades, ripping apart her shirt and leaving her in only a bralette with her suspenders.

As Charlie walked outside the hotel, everyone had rushed forward to watch from the doors, Alastor being the only sinner bold enough to walk outside.

“Hey Smiles, what do you think is gonna happen? I’ve never seen Charlie this fuckin pissed before.”

Alastor couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beauty in front of him. His smile hurt his cheeks, “Why, my effeminate fellow, I do believe that we are about to witness the death of an angel,” he paused, “you might even be able to call him angel dust soon enough.”

Angel rolled his eyes at the horrible pun on his name. Before anything else could be said though, they all heard a groan from the ground where the angel laid. The sounds of screams around them nearly drowning it out. All eyes returned to the fight about to start before them.

Charlie allowed the angel to stand, her eyes casting an eerie orange glow upon the white dressed being. She stood tall, elegance emanating from her even in all her fury.

“How dare an abomination such as you lay hands on me!”

“Correction: it was only one hand. And it laid upon you for threatening me and MINE.”

And suddenly the ground around the two erupted, magma and hellfire whipped into a frenzy by the Princess’s temper.

Angel noticed another movement out of the corner of his eye, Vaggie had finished whispering something to Razzle and Dazzle, and the two disappeared into the shadows.

Charlie stretches out her wings for the first time in centuries and felt something inside her sigh with relief. ‘This is what you were born to do. This is what you were meant for. Destruction. Razing the world. Punishing sinners’

Charlie’s snarling grin could cut diamonds at this point. She could sense everything around her. Each angel that was invading her territory. Trying to hurt her people.

It was time they leave.

Just as the angel reached for their weapon, Charlie moved. She sprung forth with all the fury within herself. Two sets of wings helped propel her, the third set reaching forth alongside her claws, ready to slice into holy flesh.

The residents of the hotel watched in horrified awe (well, Alastor was quite gleeful) as their princess made well known why she was to be feared and respected.

Moments. That’s all it took. Moments before the angel was slammed so hard into the cracked earth that it created a crater, and it’s head was torn from its body. Blue blood splattered across Charlie’s face as she rose from the crater on her wings.

That’s when five other angels showed up, brought by the sounds and commotion.

“Do you wish to challenge me as well?” Charlie asked them all at once. Her eyes burning into the masks of each one as she tossed the decapitated angel to the side, licking at the blood staining her black lips.

Before anything else could happen, another figure entered the clearing, bearing a striking resemblance to Charlie herself, only this one was male.

“Looks like daddy Luci decided to join the party...” Angel murmured.

“My little fallen angel, it’s been centuries since you lost your temper. It’s rather refreshing, I must say. As for you five, what say you to leaving? Do you truly wish to feel the ire of two fallen angels? I can guarantee that you won’t survive should you decide not to leave of your own accord.”

“Your monstrosity has committed a high crime, Lucifer. She must be punished.”

At this, Charlie laughed, “You call me a monstrosity, yet your brother tried to exterminate sinners who are working towards redemption. What would the Heavenly Father think? After all, these sinners are trying to repent.”

The angel who had spoken tilted his head a bit, “Is this true?”

Finally, Alastor decided to step forward, to act as a “neutral party”, “It is true. We had all gathered in the hotel to comfort and support one other on this... difficult day. The angel in question entered the premises and mocked the sinners seeking redemption, calling all ‘vermin’ to be ‘dealt with’.”

Lucifer, with a grin similar to Charlie and Alastor’s own, turned back to the angel, maliciousness dripping from his voice, “You see? My daughter only acted in defense of her people. Not to mention, your angel broke the rules. No angel is allowed to enter any home or establishment in Hell.”

The angel mulled over the new information for a moment, and everyone held their breath except for the three demons facing them. Lucifer and Charlie were in no way fearful of the angels. They knew that they could take on five with no issues, and Alastor simply stared adoringly to Charlie, not a care in the world that five angels stood before him. That’s when the bell signaling midnight rung out through the bloody night.

“Very well. The bell has tolled. You shall all live another year. May those seeking redemption find it.”

They all turned to fly away, but Lucifer called out once more, “Oh, and Michael.”

The angel that had spoken, now identified as Michael, stiffened and froze in place before turning only slightly to look at Lucifer.

“If I ever catch an angel breaking my simple rules again, I will take great pleasure in killing every single one of them. Even you, dear brother.”

“I can assure you that no such thing will happen again. I give my word. Oh. And Father says ‘hi’.”

Lucifers only reaction was the narrowing of his eyes.

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As all of the remaining angels vacated Hell, Charlie and her little motley crew remained outside. Finally, she lifted up her hand and sent the usual signal for the end of the cleansing into the sky, and demons from all around came to investigate what they had heard. Once many got a good look, they quickly retreated to a safe distance.

Alastor and Lucifer both approached Charlie, who was still in her full form

“Here, my darling/fallen angel” both said at the same time, then glared at each other as they each went to hand Charlie their coat.

Charlie took Alastor’s coat, not putting it on yet, before glancing at her father, “What? You can’t answer a call, but you hear about a fight and you come running? Do you still think I can’t handle myself?”

Lucifer looked away, seeming almost apologetic, “Charlie, while I admit that I have been rather callous, I have my own reasons for not supporting your idea. I know you could fight every angel in heaven and win, but that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t worried. I should have been... more understanding. I realize that now.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. This was the closest to an apology as she was ever going to get. That didn’t erase her anger though, and her wings shifted of their own accord, showing her irritation.

“Darling, not to interrupt, but I do believe that you are making our local population a tad nervous at the moment.” He handed her his handkerchief to wipe off the blood, and she took it gratefully, her form shrinking to her normal state while she wiped her face.

“You missed a spot, Sweetheart.”

Charlie looked confusedly at Alastor when he reached out and swiped a finger at the corner of her lips, bringing the drop of blood to his own and licking it off.

Charlie just rolled her eyes, “You couldn’t resist, could you?”

“Why would I even try my dear?” Alastor said with a staticky laugh.

Charlie chucked as she put Alastors coat on.

Lucifer looked suspiciously between the two, “And what is your relationship with my daughter Radio Demon?”

Alastor laughed again, “I’m her Beau, of course! I simply couldn’t resist the charms of my little belle!”

“What! But Charlie—!”

Charlie raised her hand, palm facing her father, and used the same stern look she remembered her mother giving on multiple occasions, “Dad, you haven’t got a leg to stand on right now. I’m happy. He treats me right.”

Lucifer looked almost like a kicked puppy, muttering that his sweet little fallen angel had a new man in her life and didn’t need him anymore. Then he stood straight once more, “Well, I suppose that’s all I really need to know,” he turned to Alastor, “just know, Radio Demon, if you hurt her, I will not be nearly as merciful as my daughter.”

That’s when the moment was broken, by Angel of course, “Merciful! Babes just tore that saps head off! I ain’t ever seen her so pissed!”

The field went silent, but it was broken with a small chuckle that turned into full blown laughter. Charlie doubled over, her guffaws bringing tears to her eyes.

After near five minutes of her laughter, she stood upright again, wiping her tears away, “Yeah, I guess you weren’t down here the last time I lost my temper, huh? But you see, that’s why I try so hard to be kind, and to help you all. I know exactly what I’m capable of, Angel. I know I could raze all of hell if I wanted to. Because if I’ve learned anything, I’ve learned that true kindness is only true when you are capable of true cruelty as well.”

That seemed to resonate with the sinners. After witnessing her fury, they finally understood why she was so pure. It wasn’t because she isn’t capable of depravity, it’s because she is, and chooses a better path.

“Well! Not to diminish the moment, but shall we go inside? I’ll even ale my mother’s famous jambalaya. How does that sound, love? Alastor held out his hand to Charlie, who took it, smiling widely beside him.

“I think that sounds grand.”

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Can you do one where little Luthor and baby Danvers are best friends but then gets kidnapped and Kara Alex and Lena needs to find them! Thank you! Love your stories

warnings: violence, kidnapping, blood

this one is really long -ah, i’m sorry

You woke up with a bag over your head and tied to a chair.

Panic set in immediately, but you took in what you could of your surroundings.

Someone’s forearm was touching yours, they were sitting beside you.

You could feel a bracelet on their wrist against your skin and immediately knew who it was, recognizing the uniqueness of the jewelry, “Lucie?” You whispered, trying to get your best friend’s attention.

“(Y/n/n)?” She responded quietly, seeming shocked.

“Yeah. Do you know where we are?” Your fingers tried to unknot the rope tied around your wrists.

“No idea, but my head hurts like a bitch,” She groaned softly.

“Mine too,” You grunted and moved your arms to the side to at least try to get her free if you couldn’t free yourself.

“Have you got a bag over your head too?” Lucie inquired as you tried getting her free.

“Yep, can’t see a thing,” Just then you remembered the watch Kara had given you and Lucie, and you mentally facepalmed for not remembering before.

“Lucie, press the button to call Ka - Supergirl,” You caught yourself. Lucie knew, obviously, but you didn’t know if anyone was listening to you guys or if you were being recorded, so you spoke very quietly.

“You’re a genius,” She smiled, even though you couldn’t see it and shuffled to reach your watch the best she could.

It took a good minute, but she was able to press it hard enough that you felt it click, before she closed it, not wanting to cause suspicious if your guys’ kidnappers saw it open.

Then you reached over and pressed the button on hers letting Kara know that the two of you were together.

“You know,” She began. “I’ve been kidnapped with a lot of people, but never with you.”

“We’ve both had our fare share of kidnappings, Lucie,” You chuckled.

The door opening in wherever you guys were made the two of you stop talking.

“Looks like you guys are finally up.” Hearing a voice you never wanted to hear again sent chills up your spine, and you knew damn well Lucie had the same reaction you did.

—

When Kara got both of the alerts seconds apart she knew you’d been kidnapped with Lucie.

She changed into her new Supergirl suit and flew to the DEO while dialing Lena’s number and quickly telling her, “Come to the DEO, (y/n) and Lucie are in trouble,” before hanging up and landing, looking for Alex as soon as her feet touched the ground.

“(Y/n/n) and Lucie both pressed their buttons, Al. They’re in trouble,” Kara was panting a bit from arriving so fast.

“I’ll find out where they are,” Alex’s face showed how panicked she was but she didn’t let that distract her as she pulled up a database on the computer that was tracking the few bracelets Kara had given out.

Brainy opted to help and ushered Alex out of the way.

Lena had arrived very quickly and ran up to Alex and Kara, “Where are they?”

“I’ve picked up a signal from their bracelets just give me three seconds.”

He zoomed in on where you and Lucie were being kept and immediately recognized it. “This is Lex’s old lab.”

“What?” Alex, Kara, and Lena all said in shock simultaneously.

“I said this -“

“No, I heard you,” Kara shook her head, clenching her fists and bouncing on her leg. “Alex, Alex, what do we do?”

“Stop talking,” Brainy quieted Kara, which was seemingly rude but no one cared when they realized why.

On the computer was an audio livestream coming from Lucie’s bracelet.

“A Super and a Luthor, once again,” Lex spoke with a smirk that no one needed to see to know it was there.

“Ever the poet, Lex,” You rolled your eyes. “You know I don’t have powers, why did you even kidnap us? We’re literally no use to you.”

“Are you really that stupid, (Y/n)? It’s -“ Lex was interrupted by you talking.

“Not as stupid as you are,” You said, earning a slap. The sound of it ringing through everyone’s ears as they listened.

“Lex!” Lucie spoke up, stopping him from doing anything else. “What is your problem?”

“The Danvers sisters are my problem,” Lex said with a sickeningly sweet tone for someone who had just slapped you.

“Okay, right, so I don’t mean to be annoying or anything, but they’re not dumb. They know you’re using us as a trap for them,” You deadpanned giving Lex a look, genuinely interested about what the hell he was planning on doing.

“I don’t intend to just hurt them, (Y/n). This is only to hurt you and your sisters. Lucie is just here to watch.”

“Lex, don’t,” Lucie’s voice broke.

“It’s fine,” You interrupted her. If this was going to happen, which you knew it was because your sisters were fast, but you knew they wouldn’t be here until after Lex had accomplished something, at least, so you were going to be an asshole to Lex. Maybe it would make you feel a little better.

“Bring it, Megamind,” You snickered, bracing yourself for the punch he was about to throw.

Brainy paused the live audio and looked up at everyone, “This is happening right now, if we hurry we can hopefully stop Lex before anything too bad happens to (Y/n).”

Lena stood beside Kara breathing heavily, in disbelief that Lex was back, slightly relieved that he didn’t intend on hurting Lucie but terrified fo you.

Alex and Kara were in tears, terrified about all the things that could happen to you.

J’onn and Winn had been listening but hadn’t started to engage in the conversation.

“Agent Danvers,” J’onn called, grabbing Alex’s attention. “I’ve called in a team for you and Supergirl. Go save our girls.”

Alex nodded and got her things but Lena took her arm, “I’m coming with you guys. I can help.”

Kara was about to protest but Alex interrupted her, “Lex doesn’t want to hurt her, Kara. She can go in while we’re fighting him and get them out. Go change, Lena.”

Lena left and returned five minutes later, and since everything was ready, everyone left, Kara flying off as fast as she could to reach you and Lucie.

—

Blood dripped down your chin, dripping onto your clothing. You looked like shit.

Lex had eventually grown bored of inflicting pain on you himself so he called in a few of his goons and separated you from Lucie so she was farther away and allowed them to have at you, punching, kicking, slapping, whatever they pleased.

It was getting really hard to breathe and see.

You were crying but made no noise, refusing to give Lex the satisfaction.

Lucie on the other hand was sobbing loudly, begging Lex to stop hurting you.

You stopped caring after a little bit, staying hopeful that your sisters would rescue you. Everything would be okay, and if you got lucky, you would pass out from the pain.

You winced when a gash opened on your forehead and kicked the man who’d given it to you right in the shin, knowing you were in deep shit anyways.

Luckily, he never had a chance to get back at you for it (although it was more: you getting back at him) because Supergirl came crashing through the glass windows and into the building.

Lex was smirking, and it was weird. He didn’t even care that he got caught. It was odd, but Kara didn’t care, punching him so hard that he flew up out of his chair.

His goons hurried over to Kara, preparing themselves to attempt to shoot her and punch her (stupidly).

Alex and her team busted through the doors right after and took out the goons as Lena snuck in and started to untie Lucie.

You caught Alex’s eye, and she immediately dropped her weapon, letting everyone else take care of Lex’s people (and himself) as she ran over to you with tears in her eyes.

“(Y/n/n),” Alex breathed, pullling a pocket knife out to cut off the ropes holding you down.

Lena and Lucie hurried over together and Alex finished getting you untied before picking you up in her arms, “You’re okay now. Lena and I are gonna fix you up.”

You nodded lazily against Alex’s chest, feeling yourself slip in and out of consciousness slowly.

When you, Alex, Lena, and Lucie made it outside, Alex set you down on the ground of the van, leaning you against the wall.

“Lucie, go get inside the car, please,” Lena said, kissing her on the forehead and watching her go inside the car right next to them.

Lucie was still watching everything they were doing, crying softly, feeling like it was all her fault.

She watched as J’onn pulled a bruised Lex out of the lab in handcuffs and as Kara flew over to you through the window. She opened it, to get a better look, her heart clenching as she saw you unconscious with blood dripping down your face and the amount of bruises you had developed.

Lex was loaded into a different DEO van (they’d taken three vehicles) and that one drove off with him and the team of agents.

J’onn joined Lucie in the car, giving her a tight hug, “She’s going to be okay. The Danvers siblings are very strong people.”

He drove away, leaving Alex, Kara, and Lena to take you back to the DEO. As much as he wanted to stay, he knew that Lucie was not in the mental condition to be able to see you hurt fo much longer and she needed to leave.

—

The girls had decided that Kara would drive the van. There wasn’t exactly much Alex and Lena could do in a moving vehicle to fix up your cuts and bruises anyways, but they did what they could, stopping the bleeding coming from your most recent gash in your forehead and stopping your nosebleed.

A few minutes from the DEO, you regained consciousness and held on to Alex tightly.

“Thank god you’re okay,” Alex exhaled, cradling you in her arms.

“Drink some water, honey,” Lena spoke, guiding a bottle of water to your lips.

You drank half of it at once, panting softly and tasting blood from your bottom lip as you did.

You offered Lena a lazy smile and settled yourself deeper into Alex’s lap, looking up at her tear-stained face, “Don’t cry, Al. I’m okay.”

“You are far from okay, bub,” Alex shook her head, her eyes watering once again, but you took her hand in your own and squeezed it tightly.

“I’m just fine. As long as I have you guys, I’m the strongest girl in the world, even stronger than Kara over there, but don’t tell her I said that,” Your antics made everyone chuckle softly, releasing a bit of the tension in the van.

“Where’s Lucie?” You asked, looking around as much as you could without causing yourself too much pain.

“She went with J’onn,” Lena said. “I could tell Lucie didn’t want to but it was tearing her up, seeing you like this. I’m really sorry -“

“No,” You shook your head, taking Lena’s hand with the hand not holding Alex’s. “Thank you. I would’ve done the same thing. She looked traumatized in there.”

Lena nodded and sighed softly as Kara pulled into the DEO and lept out of the car, picking you up in her arms and kissing the top of your head as she hurried inside.

Alex and Lena followed quickly in pursuit, right behind Kara as she took you to the med bay.

You saw a bunch of familiar faces as she carried you. Lucie’s first, to which you gave her a soft smile, reassuring her that you were totally fine. Then you saw J’onn, Winn, Brainy, Nia, James, even Maggie.

It seemed like they all knew what happened, since they were there, but they seemed shocked to see how battered you looked nonetheless.

Once you reached the med bay, you were placed on the bad and hooked up to a bunch of machines that you didn’t care enough to ask about.

You were able to remember to ask Lena and Alex not to give you anesthetics, knowing how embarrassing you got when you were under them.

Honestly, the pain couldn’t get worse so what did it matter.

Within the next hour, your cuts had been cleaned and stitched, including the one on your forehead to which Maggie said (she’d been in the room while Alex was stitching it for you), “Chicks dig scars, Danvers.”

Eventually someone had convinced Lucie to visit you.

She stood at the doorway, unsure of wether she should come in or not, “Hey.” You smiled.

She smiled back at you and went to sit down beside you, “I’m so glad you’re okay, (y/n/n).”

“Eh, I’m alive,” You smirked.

“You’ve got some nerve talking to Lex the way you did,” Lucie shook her head, slightly annoyed at how you aggravated him on purpose, knowing that you would only get hurt for it.

“Someone had to put him in his place. God, I wish everyone could’ve heard what I said to him,” You laughed, and it didn’t take anything other than hearing you laugh to get her to laugh.

“Well, I think you’re very brave,” Lucie chuckled, winking at you.

“Mhm,” You nodded. “And I’ve got a cool new scar to show for it too.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely worth it,” She said sarcastically, making the two of you laugh.

“C’mere,” You said, making grabby hands, and scooting as much as you could so Lucie could lay beside you.

She carefully got in, knowing better than to argue with you and pulled you close to her.

“Hey, (y/n)?”

“What’s up?” You asked, drowsily.

“Thanks for being my best friend,” She smiled.

“Duh,” You chuckled. “I’d be so bored without you, dummy.”

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