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anticomedygarden · 9 months

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they all want your white body

5 times Alex defends Henry (and Henry is pleasantly surprised) (though he should really know better by now) + 1 time Henry defends Alex (and Alex isn't surprised) (because no matter what anyone says, Henry is the goddamn bravest man he's ever met)

title is from billy joel's 'everybody loves you now'. the whole quote i wanted to use for the title was, "they all want your white body/and they await your reply/but between you and me and the Staten Island Ferry/so do I," but i figured that was too long

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1. The Charity Gala

As much as Henry wished he could pretend he didn't know the man walking toward him, he knew that once those beady eyes latched onto him, there would be no escaping Mr. George Blackwell.

He had just enough time to whisper, "Run while you still can," into Alex's ear before Blackwell was upon them in all his glinting golden glory. Honestly, where did he find all that precious metal? "Ah, Mr. Blackwell. I'm glad you could make it," Henry bit out, raising his champagne flute to his lips and suddenly wishing for something a bit stronger. His words were at least a kernel of the truth for the man's only redeeming quality at functions such as this was his extensive bank account.

Blackwell gave him a once over. "Yes, good evening, Your Royal Highness." He turned to Alex. "And this must be-"

"Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry's boyfriend," Alex interrupted, causing Blackwell's face to take on a delightful red color. When Alex stuck his hand out for a handshake, Blackwell hesitated but eventually took it for a fraction of a second.

"That's lovely." He turned back to Henry. "Say, did you hear that George Jr. just finished his enlistment?"

Henry put on his camera smile, the one Alex hated so much, and said, "Is that so?"

Blackwell nodded and continued to prattle on about his son and his particularly bland life with his particularly bland job after his particularly bland whatever, and Henry tuned him out, instead choosing to rub Alex's inner thigh under the safety of the table cloth, at least until one jab broke through the reverie.

"...But it's such a shame nowadays that some men won't take up their proper place to enlist. Real men are becoming few and far between."

Henry nearly rolled his eyes, unfazed by the unoriginal insult.

What did surprise him was Alex. The dark haired man set down his drink, leaned forward, and said, "You're right; it is a shame." Henry raised his eyebrows at him, but Alex didn't stop. "It's a real shame that men still think their masculinity is in jeopardy if they don't have enough dominance over other people."

Blackwell spluttered, but, again, Alex continued. "No, really, I'm so glad a huge chunk of the government's budget is going toward ensuring men like you can get off feeling superior to not just everyone else in your country, but everyone else in the whole world."

Henry didn't think his eyebrows could go any higher, but one look at Blackwell had them trying. Nevertheless, he thought it might be a good idea to take Alex out before he goaded this man into a fist fight.

"I'm ready to go, Alex. How about you?"

Alex glanced at him sheepishly, not looking a bit apologetic, and, honestly, Henry didn't want him to be. Watching Alex argue with bigots only got more fun the longer they were together.

The second they were out in the hall, they both broke down in laughter. Henry could hardly breathe.

"God, did you see his face?" Alex gasped.

Henry nodded, still laughing. "I thought he might hit you!"

"No way he was gonna punch me, not with witnesses."

Henry shook his head, though he was smiling. "I love you so much."

Alex put his hands on Henry's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "I love you, too."

2. Philip

Henry woke to an empty bed.

Groaning, he flopped his arm across Alex's side in the hopes that his boyfriend was somewhere over there but regretfully came up with nothing.

He decided on a different approach. "Alex?"

There was no answer.

He really didn't want to get up.

David clearly didn't either as he had burrowed into Alex's empty nest of blankets.

Henry got up.

Groggily, he meandered around the upstairs, and, determining Alex wasn't up there, he walked slowly down the stairs and stopped when he heard Alex's voice, tense and angry.

"No, we're not going to do that," he was saying. "No - stop - stop talking...You're not listening to me! We're not doing that because we're not your happy little queers to parade around when you need media points, Philip!"

Ah. Henry sat down on the stairs. This was sure to be an interesting conversation, one that wouldn't make him feel guilty at all.

"Yes, it is. Whether you like it or not, that's exactly what you're trying to do."

There was a moment of silence as Philip said his piece.

"I don't care what your Gran thinks."

Oh, Philip was sure to love that.

"How the hell is this our fault, Philip? You want to control the tabloids? Get better libel laws."

There was the sound of something being slammed on the counter, and then Alex appeared at the bottom of the stair case. He did a double take. "How long have you been sitting there?"

Henry rested his elbow on his knee and his head in his hand. "Long enough. How long have you been up?"

"Only since Philip called, so about a half hour."

Henry winced. "I'm so sorry."

But Alex waved him off. "It's fine. You know how much I love yelling at people for you."

"Still." Henry hummed, then something occurred to him. "Did Philip call you directly?"

It would be incredibly odd if he had. For one, the two had always had a contentious relationship, barely speaking to each other when they were forced to and certainly never going out of their way to converse. For another, Philip knew full well that Henry would be far more willing to lie down and take whatever he had to say.

Alex shook his head. "Your phone started ringing, and I thought it was mine. I didn't want to wake you up."

Henry really should be used to it by now, how considering and amazing Alex was, but it still surprised him every time.

He got up and walked down the stairs, right into Alex's waiting arms. "Thank you for yelling at Philip for me, darling."

"Anytime, sweetheart." They stood there for a moment. "Let's have waffles for breakfast."

"Alright." They broke apart and began gathering the stuff for breakfast. "What did Philip want?"

Alex didn't look up. "Nothing important."

3. The Crown

Merely a week after his and Alex's engagement was released to the public, Henry came home from work to discover a ridiculously large envelope addressed from the Crown stuffed in their mailbox.

Had it been any other day, Henry would have waited until Alex got home to open it to, you know, preserve his mental health, but on this particular day, Alex wouldn't be home for several hours at least, and he was still riding the high from being newly engaged, so he opened it.

That was his first mistake.

His second was attempting to sift through the pages and pages of legal documents and wedding information after a full workday without caffeine in his system.

Immediately, he got a sick feeling in his stomach, the same feeling he used to get when Philip came to Kensington or when news came of Gran delivering her orders. The Crown was trying to control every last aspect of their wedding, from location to color scheme to wedding party.

He was just starting to feel the beginnings of a migraine when his eyes caught on one sentence in particular.

You are to live in Kensington once the honeymoon is over.

No.

They would have to give up everything they had worked for in New York. Alex would never be a politician or a lawyer. They would have to leave the brownstone permanently. No more dreams of a ceremony in Texas.

Just like that, Henry was done. He crossed his arms on the kitchen table and laid his head down. In the back of his head, he pulled out a thought he had been entertaining for weeks now, ever since he'd decided to propose.

There was the sound of the front door opening and shutting, and then David skittered into the foyer, presumably to bring Alex to Henry.

Sure enough, the next thing Henry heard was Alex entering the kitchen. He still didn't raise his head.

"Sweetheart? What's wrong?"

Henry felt tears prick at his eyes. How could he be so horrible, subjecting his wonderful fiance to people like this, people who were so determined to make them suffer?

A hand began carding through his hair, and he heard Alex start pulling papers toward him to examine.

The hand in his hair stopped, and Henry whined. Alex must've figured out what the papers were for because he didn't acknowledge his fiance's groans.

"This is bullshit, babe," Alex said, voice sounding incredibly restrained. Henry appreciated that Alex was trying to remain calm for him, but he'd honestly rather Alex be screaming. It's what he deserved. "They can't force us to do anything."

Henry laughed humorlessly. "As long as it's a royal wedding, they own it."

Alex shook his head. "Fuck 'em-"

"That's not how it works," Henry explained. "They'll make you convert to Anglicanism." His voice dropped. "They'll make us move."

His third mistake was believing the Crown could control him, or, better yet, Alex.

"Fuck that, babe. We can do whatever we want. We can fly to Vegas and elope under the ministrations of fucking Elvis-"

Alex continued like that for a while, and as Henry watched the man he loved most in the world nearly knock over their salt shaker as he gesticulated wildly, Henry knew what he wanted to do.

"I want to abdicate," he said.

Alex stopped suddenly, mouth open, hands still in the air. "You what?"

Henry sat up finally and looked Alex in the eyes. "I want to abdicate."

Looking a bit lost, Alex cleared his throat. "Okay, not that I don't fully support this, but," he paused. "If you're just doing this because of the wedding, there are other options. I wasn't kidding about Vegas-"

Henry shook his head, a fond look on his face. "No, I've been thinking about this for a while. I don't want the Crown holding themselves over us for the rest of our lives. First this, then what? When we have kids, they'll try and force us into surrogacy to preserve the line of succession. They'll fight you on all of your political opinions. We'll never get a break. At least this way, there'll be some degree of separation." He stopped himself, afraid he'd work himself up into crying again.

Alex took Henry's hands then and pulled him closer so he could whisper in his ear. "You're sure?"

Henry nodded, and Alex twisted so he was sitting in his lap. "Well, alright then."

4. Twitter

The article was a joke. It was the kind of thing one was only supposed to see at the checkout of a grocery store, but somehow, the internet got a hold of it, and now it was plastered on every social media site everywhere.

But seriously, who would believe that Henry has murdered someone? All of Twitter, apparently, because he had been getting notifications about it all day, even though he was the least likely of all the royal siblings (and the Super Six, really), to murder someone. The article didn't even name the person he had supposedly killed, simply saying it was a boy from Eton.

Henry tried to tell Alex it was just another rumor that would die out in a week, especially with as ridiculous as it was, but Alex insisted on saying something. At least Henry had convinced him not to address it directly, knowing acknowledging it would only give it power.

In the end, Henry turned off Twitter for a week and put Shaan in charge of his phone.

When he finally looked at Twitter again, the first thing he saw was a post from Alex.

[image of Henry reading on the couch with David curled on his stomach]

Happy Tuesday to the most amazing person I've ever met. Hen, I'll stand by you in everything you do because you've never done anything wrong in your life. Love you, sweetheart!

Little shit.

5. Henry himself

As soon as Henry woke up, he knew it was going to be a bad day. The distance from the bed to the hallway seemed like infinity, and he barely found the strength to roll over. Alex was nowhere to be found, and Henry hoped he would be gone at least until Henry mustered the energy to at least leave the bed. He hated people seeing him like this, even if having Alex here would probably make.him feel so much better.

He laid there for another hour? Two hours? Henry didn't know, but at some point, Alex quietly opened the bedroom door and came to sit next to Henry.

"Hey, sweetheart. How you feeling?" He set something on the bedside table and turned back to Henry, carding his fingers through his hair. "And don't lie."

Henry blinked his eyes open, awed that Alex knew something was wrong before Henry had even woken up. "Not great."

Alex hummed. "I brought you tea and Jaffa Cakes for whenever you're ready." He stood from the bed, and Henry watched him walk around to the other side. He closed his eyes and felt the bed dip as Alex laid down, curling around Henry in a parenthesis.

"How did you know?" Henry whispered, finding himself caring more about the answer than he really has any right to.

Alex made a confused noise. "Babe, it's 1:30." Henry didn't have it in him to be surprised, but he was sure when he was feeling better, it would hit him hard. "I figured you were either feeling bad or coming down with something."

An arm came down around Henry's middle. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't easy for you."

Alex shook his head against Henry's back. "It's the easiest thing in the world, sweetheart."

+1. The Queen

"I simply cannot allow this. You will release a statement in the morning rescinding the announcement.

Alex didn't have to look at the queen to know she had that stupid little smug look on her face, the one that meant she was being a bitch, a bitch to her grandchildren no less.

Alex also didn't have to look at Henry to know that he had one of his various press faces on, the one that signaled practiced neutrality. It was better than the press smile, but not by much.

"No, they won't be doing that," Catherine said. "For one, you can't control whether or not they're engaged." That's great, Alex thought, except she actually could. "Ignoring that, they can't rescind now without you coming off horribly in the press."

Again, that would be great if she didn't believe the entirety of the UK's population were huge homophobes, something Alex would say if he could get a word in without being interrupted by a certain someone.

Mary started again. "The country is simply not ready-"

Suddenly, Henry clutched Alex's thigh hard enough to elicit a gasp, and everyone's eyes turned to them. "That's enough."

And, holy shit, Alex's jaw fucking dropped because Henry just interrupted the queen of England. Well. Alex had always wondered what being beheaded felt like.

Mary opened her mouth to say something, but Henry held up a hand. Yep, they were 100% dead. "No, I've sat here and listened for long enough. You know what I came here to tell you today?" He took a deep breath, and, alright, this wasn't how they'd discussed breaking the news, but, apparently, this was happening. "I'm abdicating."

The room went silent as everyone processed the news. Bea, of course, already knew, and simply sipped her coke, but Philip's face was completely white. Catherine's eyes were wide, betraying a glint of pride. Queen Mary, though-

"Over him?" she said, poise slipping minutely. "You would give up your birthright and embarrass your family for this American man?"

She said it with such disdain that Alex tried not to be offended, and he had to try even harder to keep his mouth shut.

Henry, it seemed, was not taking the same precautions. Alex squeezed his hand in support. "Yes, Gran, I would." He stood, taking Alex with him. "I love him, and I don't want to have to hide my whole life. I don't need your prejudice. I'm done."

With that, he dragged Alex from the room, leaving behind the open mouthed stares. As soon as they were out in the hall, Alex had Henry up against the wall, mouths pressed together. It wasn't nearly the sexiest place or situation they'd ever been in, but goddamn if Alex wasn't hard as a rock.

"I love you so much," he murmured into his fiance's mouth. "You're so damn brave."

Henry pulled back abruptly to burrow his head in Alex's neck, and Alex brought up a hand to rub his back. "You did amazing in there."

For a second, Alex thought Henry was about to start crying, until he whispered, "It's all because of you."

That really made Alex's heart swell. It was too bad it was wrong. "No, sweetheart. That's all you."

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creativepromptsforwriting · 9 months

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Prompt #1007: 5 + 1 Things (13)

5 times people thought Person A and B were a couple and 1 time they find out they were right.

#prompt 1007 #5 + 1 things #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing prompts

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estrellami-1 · 11 months

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I’ll Keep Watch (Over You)

Or, five times Eddie keeps watch over Steve, and one time he doesn’t have to.

It starts at the quarry.

Eddie had taken Steve, gotten in his van without telling Steve where they were going. They arrive and Eddie pulls out a joint with an approximation of a grin. It doesn’t feel the way it used to. Neither of them mention it.

They sit on the edge and smoke it together, lips touching where the others’ had, feeling small and close and intimate and bigger than themselves.

It starts after the joint’s gone, when they’re sitting basking in the starlight, feeling all alone but not lonely.

Steve’s head droops forward slightly, and Eddie turns to look. He watches as Steve’s eyes start to close, blinks taking longer and longer, until his eyes close for good and his head nods forward until his chin is practically touching his chest, before he startles slightly and sits back up, shifting where he’s sitting.

Eddie watches it happen twice more before he does anything about it. “Steve,” he finally murmurs, placing a gentle hand on Steve’s arm, sliding around to grasp his shoulder. Steve hums in response, eyes half-lidded, gazing through the ground at his feet. Unaware, trusting Eddie. Eddie wants to jump to his feet and do a dance, run around about it. He sits still instead, pulls Steve in to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “It’s not that late,” he soothes, even though he knows it’s well after midnight, and they’re closer to sunrise than the previous sunset. “It’s okay. Go to sleep. I’ll wake you when I’m ready to go, alright?”

Steve hums again, seems to stiffen a little even as he leans further into Eddie. “C’n… stay ‘wake,” he mumbles, and Eddie stifles a chuckle.

“I know you can. You don’t need to. I’ll stay up, ‘kay? Keep watch.”

“M’kay. Trust you.” He turns his face inward, so his lips are brushing Eddie’s collarbone as he speaks. Eddie’s not sure it’s purposeful.

He sits there, looking out into the dark, comforting weight on his shoulder, until the sky starts to turn pink and his eyes start to burn.

Next it happens, they’re at a sleepover because that’s what happens when you all save the world together: you all get traumatized and sometimes need to all be in the same room so you can get some goddamn rest.

“‘S bullshit,” Eddie overheads Dustin tell Steve, sees Steve’s tiny little shudder that he knows Steve hopes Dustin doesn’t see.

“No,” Steve tells Dustin softly, no room for argument. “It’s not. And you’re not the only one who feels this way, I swear.”

Dustin agrees. Doesn’t look up to meet Steve’s eyes, doesn’t see the fractured look.

Eddie, from across the room, does. Knows he’s the only one. Knows he’s not going to sleep tonight, knows that Steve needs it more. He doesn’t mind as much as he thought he would.

He’s right; Steve tries to stay up, tries to tell Eddie to sleep. Eddie shakes his head. “‘M not tired,” he murmurs, keeping the volume down because everyone else is asleep. “But you,” he starts, then just as suddenly stops, because Steve turns his fractured eyes on Eddie and he’s reminded of kaleidoscopes, beautiful and dizzying and inexplicably sad.

“‘M staying up,” Steve whispers back, glancing out over the kids. Lingers on Max, who’s shifting before stilling once more, still asleep.

Eddie shakes his head, offers Steve a smile, draws him in again: a parallel of the quarry. Steve shares the smile, accepts the shoulder. “Sleep,” Eddie murmurs. “I’ll keep watch.”

Steve does.

Eddie does.

It’s two in the morning and the phone’s ringing. Eddie’s up because his sleep schedule was fucked even before almost dying, so he lunges for it, tries to keep as quiet as he can because the walls are thin and Wayne’s asleep.

“Hello?”

“Eddie?”

Eddie blinks. “Steve? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, sorry, just-” he huffs an approximation of a laugh. Eddie imagines him shaking his head a little, like he’s trying to shake a thought out of his head. “Can’t sleep. Figured you might be up, too.“

“Yeah,” Eddie answers. “You coming over here or am I going to yours?”

“Um,” Steve says, like he wasn’t expecting that to be Eddie’s question. “Yours?”

“M’kay. D’you wanna sleep? Or should I make coffee?”

Steve huffs another laugh. It sounds slightly more real. “I’m tired enough it doesn’t matter,” he mutters. “But if you want some…”

“Nah,” Eddie answers. “Just come over. I’ll see you in fifteen?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, but doesn’t hang up, so Eddie doesn’t either. “Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

Eddie smiles, knows he means for everything left unsaid. “You’re welcome.”

“Okay,” Steve breathes, then again. “Okay. See you in fifteen.”

The line clicks off, and Eddie’s left to his own devices for the next quarter of an hour.

He makes pancakes. Steve makes an amused face, but eats three. He smiles as he does. Eddie feels like he could float away to the moon.

They retreat back to Eddie’s room after, sitting on Eddie’s bed and leaning against the wall, until Eddie tugs on Steve’s shoulder enough that he gets the hint and leans over, bypassing Eddie’s shoulder in favor of his lap.

Eddie freezes for an infinitesimal second before cautiously putting his fingers in brown tresses, smiling when Steve does, running his fingers through them when Steve hums.

“Sleep,” he whispers, like he’s done every time so far. Like he will do every time it happens. “I’ll keep watch.”

March sixth comes around, an unseasonably cool day and an even cooler night. Eddie’s over because he knows what day it is.

“Cynthia fucking Harrington,” Steve slurs, gesturing with an unnamed bottle of alcohol from his father’s private stash. Eddie knows his father doesn’t know what’s in there. He knows Steve restocks it, just in case. “And her fucking birthday. All about her, isn’t it? All about fucking her!” He lifts the bottle, as if saluting, then grimaces and pulls his hand back down, takes a swig. “Just like every goddamn day,” he mutters quieter, staring into the bottle like it somehow has all the answers. He’s silent for a moment, then speaks again without lifting his gaze. “Eds? I want to hate her.”

Eddie’s heart breaks. “You can hate her,” he says quietly, and Steve lifts kaleidoscope eyes to his again.

“I hate her,” he whispers, and Eddie nods, moving to his side and pulling him in, the familiar weight of Steve’s head making its home on Eddie’s shoulder again.

“Sleep,” he murmurs after a few minutes of silence, when he knows Steve’s eyes are dropping. “I’ll keep watch.”

Steve sleeps, and he stays up, thinking about how to best stave off the hangover that he knows is going to present itself later.

“Come over,” Eddie says, even though it’s three in the morning and these are the first words he’s saying to Steve.

There’s a slight pause as Steve processes. “Are you okay?”

“Are any of us?” He drops the grin. “Just can’t sleep.”

“And… me being there is gonna help?”

He knows Steve can hear the shrug in his voice. “Maybe not, but at least I won’t be alone.”

Steve hums. “I’ll be over in fifteen.” He hangs up, and Eddie waits on the couch, knees pressed to his chest, picking at the hem of his sleep pants.

There’s a light tap on the door fifteen minutes later, and Eddie opens it to reveal Steve. “Oh good, you heard me. I didn’t want to wake Wayne.”

Eddie smiles, feels a rush of affection in his chest. “Appreciate it.” He gestures Steve in, shutting the door behind him and turning to see Steve already looking at him.

“D’you wanna sleep?”

Eddie cracks a tired smile. “Not really. C’mon, let’s go to my room.”

They end up settling on his bed, backs against the wall, like last time. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did,” Eddie teases, snickering when Steve glances at him.

“Why do you call me?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you can’t sleep, or have a nightmare, or whatever… you end up calling me. I’m curious.”

Eddie sighs and brings a leg up to mess with the hem again. “You’re you, y’know? Just… really fuckin’ kind. I know you’d never judge me. And you just feel safe to be around. And you let me do whatever I need.”

Steve leans his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Safe? I end up falling asleep on you most of the time.”

“‘Cause I know you don’t really sleep otherwise,” Eddie answers. “And I guess that’s part of it too. No reason for us both to be miserable grouches. And if anybody deserves to rest, you do. Without anything to worry about, without thinking about the kids calling or something coming back. Just rest. And if I can help you do that…” he shrugs the shoulder Steve’s not laying on. “I want to. Simple as that.”

Steve’s quiet for long enough Eddie thinks he might’ve fallen asleep again. “You make me feel safe, too,” he whispers. “‘S why I fall asleep. I trust you to keep me safe.”

Eddie smiles. “I hoped so.” He snakes an arm around Steve’s shoulders. “And now?”

Steve lets out a slow chuckle. “Pretty close to falling asleep,” he admits.

Eddie’s pressing a kiss to the top of Steve’s head before he can think too hard about it. “Sleep,” he says. “I’ll keep watch.”

“M’kay,” Steve answers, dipping his head to brush a kiss on Eddie’s collarbone.

Hellfire was a resounding success, as usual, and Eddie can’t stop smiling as he packs up his things, surrounded by the chatter of the Party as they discuss the events of the campaign.

Everyone slowly packs up and leaves, and Steve catches Eddie’s wrist before he can follow. “Stay?” He asks quietly, and Eddie’s agreeing before he knows what he’s agreeing to.

They stand there for a minute, Steve’s hand locked on Eddie’s wrist, Eddie’s gaze locked on Steve’s kaleidoscope one. He feels like he’s falling. It’s exhilarating.

They end up on the couch, beers in hand, watching shitty TV and poking fun at it. Finally, Steve sighs. “Alright. Movie time. I’ve got Labyrinth?”

“Sure,” Eddie agrees. He thinks he would’ve agreed to anything if it was Steve asking.

Steve pops in the tape before settling back on the couch, closer than before. Neither of them mention it.

They don’t mention it when Eddie gets up to grab chips from the kitchen and sits down close enough that their shoulders are brushing.

They don’t talk about it when Eddie’s head keeps dipping down, when his eyes start to feel heavy, when Steve gently tugs him to not just lay his head on Steve’s shoulder, but to completely lay down, sandwiched between the back of the couch and Steve, head on Steve’s shoulder and arm around his waist and one leg between Steve’s.

“Sleep,” Steve murmurs. “I’ll keep watch.”

Eddie hums, valiantly fighting sleep. He’s losing. “You sleep too.”

Steve huffs out a laugh and gets his hand in Eddie’s hair, scratching at his scalp. Eddie thinks he could purr. “I’ll sleep,” he promises, and Eddie believes him.

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mimisempai · 4 months

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Under the mistletoe

Summary

A mysterious sprig of mistletoe magically appears above Crowley and Aziraphale and only disappears once a kiss has been given.

5 times when they need mistletoe to share a kiss and once when the mistletoe isn't necessary...

Notes

Thank you @tammyquest-blog for your donation to Alzheimer's Research UK in exchange for this story.

INEFFABLE ADVENT CALENDER

On Ao3

Rating G - 1344 words

The first time, they were sitting next to each other on the sofa, reading, and it was Crowley who noticed the sprig of mistletoe floating above them.

The demon asked with amusement, "Angel, are you responsible for this?"

Aziraphale looked up and, after shaking his head, replied, "No, not at all."

Crowley studied him as if he didn't believe the angel's words before saying playfully, "That's all right, it won't stop me from enjoying it.

He moved closer to Aziraphale and, grabbing his hand, kissed each knuckle before leaving a lingering kiss on the palm.

At Aziraphale's surprised look, he simply replied with a teasing gleam in his eyes, "Well, no matter which spot I kissed, it was still a kiss under the mistletoe, wasn't it?"

Then, without waiting for an answer, the demon got up and walked away innocently under the angel's puzzled gaze.

Long after he'd gone, Aziraphale was still looking at the palm of his hand, thinking he could still feel the warm pressure of Crowley's lips on his skin.

He looked up and discovered, strangely enough, that the sprig of mistletoe had disappeared.

The second time, it was Maggie who noticed the mistletoe floating above them. Aziraphale was about to leave when the record saleswoman tapped on the window of the bookshop and gestured to show them that the mistletoe had indeed reappeared.

This time, it was the angel who took advantage of the situation.

He placed his hands on Crowley's shoulders and gently pulled the demon to bend over him. Crowley thought he was about to be kissed on the lips, but Aziraphale caught his head between his hands and tilted it a little more before placing his lips on the demon's forehead for a lingering kiss.

Crowley's eyes widened in surprise before he surrendered to the kiss. Then the angel pulled back and gave the Aziraphalee spot a second, shorter kiss before finally moving away.

He said cheekily, "You're the one who said it didn't matter which spot was kissed, right? So I hope you enjoyed that kiss under the mistletoe, my dear."

With that, he put on his coat and bounced out of the bookstore, happy with his victory. He didn't notice Crowley, who touched his forehead with his fingertips, a slight look of awe on his face.

What's certain is that neither of them realized that the mistletoe was already gone.

The third time was in the planetarium. Crowley had just finished a session and Aziraphale joined him in the center of the amphitheater asking gently, "Ready to go home, my dear?"

"Let me finish tidying up and we'll go."

Aziraphale watched, transfixed by the seriousness with which the demon went about his task, and pleased to see that he was thriving in this activity.

"Mr. Crowley?"

The angel was jolted from his contemplation by an old man who had attended the session and continued while pointing at something above them, "Oh, looks like they're starting to put up the Christmas decorations."

The angel and the demon looked up and once again saw a sprig of mistletoe that seemed to be hanging above them. The man added, "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that your session was absolutely fascinating for a retired astrophysicist like me. Good work, really. You can be sure I'll be back."

The old man patted Crowley on the shoulder and left under the demon's astonished gaze.

Aziraphale felt so proud of him at that moment and was about to tell him when he suddenly felt a gentle pressure on his cheek.

Moving away, the demon pointed his finger at the mistletoe, a small smile on his lips.

Aziraphale chuckled slightly before grabbing Crowley's hand and pulling him behind him, saying, "This deserves a brunch at the Ritz."

"What, the mistletoe?"

"Idiot, you."

"What, me?"

Aziraphale turned to him and said gently, "Because I'm proud of you and what you're achieving here, and I want to celebrate it."

There was no mistletoe, but he still pecked the demon's mouth with a light kiss before dragging him toward the exit.

The fourth time, it was Aziraphale who noticed the sprig of mistletoe.

Crowley was preparing tea in the back room, and as Aziraphale entered, he noticed something moving over the demon's head.

With a mischievous smile on his lips, he said nothing and moved forward in silence. He approached the demon and put his hands on his hips, startling him.

"Angel?"

Aziraphale tightened his hands a little on the demon's hips, preventing him from turning, then rose on tiptoe and gave Crowley a long kiss on the neck.

Then he whispered against the demon's ear, "It doesn't matter the spot, does it?" before grabbing one of the teacups and walking away as if nothing had happened.

The angel looked back one last time, satisfied to see a slightly blushing Crowley running his hand over his neck as he looked up at the ceiling where the mistletoe had once again vanished.

The fifth time, it was Nina who pointed out the mistletoe hanging above their heads.

They had come to the 'Give me coffee or give me death' for their coffee and Eccles cake and were waiting to be served when Nina, returning with their order in hand, exclaimed, "I don't remember putting that kind of decoration up here!

Aziraphale and Crowley looked up at the mistletoe, then at each other in silence, unsure of what to say.

The demon was the quickest to react, leaning toward Aziraphale, who lifted his head, thinking maybe this time he'd get a real kiss under the mistletoe. But the demon gave him only a light kiss on the nose before turning to Nina to pick up the coffees and leave with a light step.

Aziraphale, frustrated, took the cakes and just as he was about to say something, Nina shook her head and said, "Nope... you leave me out of your affairs."

A little embarrassed, the angel left the coffeeshop to join Crowley.

Crowley joined Aziraphale on the sofa and, after sitting down next to him, gave him a gentle nudge on the shoulder before saying softly, "Hey, Angel, you know you don't have to make a sprig of mistletoe float over our heads for me to kiss you."

Aziraphale turned his head sharply toward him, "I was about to say the same thing to you!"

He and Crowley looked at each other, dumbfounded, and asked at the same time, "But then who?"

Crowley shrugged and replied, taking Aziraphale's hand, "Actually, I don't care, and it's fair to say I found it amusing, but the truth is, mistletoe or not, I always want to kiss you."

He saw Aziraphale's expression soften, and the angel cupped his face in his hands before murmuring softly, "I was about to say the same thing to you," then closing the distance between them, he kissed the demon tenderly.

The kiss lingered, and much later they were curled up together on the sofa, Crowley's head on Aziraphale's chest as the angel ran his fingers through the demon's red hair.

The angel said quietly, "I still wonder who did it."

Crowley suddenly chuckled softly, "Do you realize there's only one other person around us capable of miracles?"

Aziraphale gasped and exclaimed, "Of course, our own little nosy bee. What's gotten into them?"

Receiving no answer, Aziraphale found Crowley's silence odd and asked, "Crowley?"

The demon kissed Aziraphale's chest before replying, "I think it's indirectly my fault. I may have said out loud that mistletoe was an excellent excuse to kiss someone, and that I hoped there would be mistletoe everywhere so that I could... kiss you. I don't think that fell on deaf ears."

Aziraphale laughed and then tugged gently on Crowley's hair, causing him to lift his head to capture his lips again for another kiss.

They didn't see Muriel across the street with Maggie in the coffee shop, enjoying a nice hot chocolate offered by Nina to congratulate them on the success of their plan.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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rollerskate2theface · 1 year

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5+1 five times someone noticed Steve Harrington liking men and the one time everyone noticed he loved one

1 Steve

Steve never really put much thought into who he was attracted to. Girls were easy he didn’t even have to try for them to be all over him, really it’s just a matter of convenience.

Nancy was like that at first, all flustered and flirty. But he could tell it was all some sort of act even if she didn’t know it. He was proven correct after Nancy’s whole “bullshit” stunt on Halloween. Steve really couldn’t even blame her, he knew he was bullshit.

Going after girls only girls because it was convenient? That sure seems like bullshit to him. So, he began to actually acknowledge things. Like how no other guys on the swim team seemed to admire each other’s physiques or how Tommy never seemed to understand Carol’s constant ramblings about how hot Mel Gibson is.

Steve always knew he just began to actually act on it, ya know, occasionally.

2 Erica

The first to notice was surprisingly Erica Sinclair. Well, maybe not so surprisingly considering she seemed to make it her goal for the summer to have his complete and undivided attention. Seeing as he was the only thing between her and 4x her weight in ice cream.

“Hey Nerd what could possibly be more interesting to you, a costumer service employee, than me, a costumer?”

Without looking at her Steve spoke, “You’ve come in everyday for the past 3 weeks and have only bought 1 single scoop in total. He however,” Steve pointedly looked at a guy in his early 20’s licking a drop of melted ice cream up his hand and back to his cone, “seems to be very content with his purchase.”

Erica huffed “barf me out, if I wanted to see some narbo make goo goo eyes I would’ve just stayed home with Lukie and Max.” With that Erica made her way out of the shop in hopes of getting more free samples from Hot Sam’s pretzels.

2.5 Robin (sort of)

Robin didn’t really get Steve Harrington. First he showed up to work on Robin’s first day with that hideous sailor’s costume on before introducing himself to her as if they weren’t in the same class an entire year and romantic rivals. He acted kind enough despite his near constant complaining.

There was also those damn kids that Robin couldn’t comprehend belonged to Steve. They had the guy wrapped around their little fingers, it was honestly kinda pathetic -maybe she should make another board. He was always giving them his company provided scoops they were allowed during breaks.

“Need to stay in shape; no high school athletics anymore. Plus those kids are skinny as twigs,” he’d brush her off.

At first Robin thought it was just the kids he was giving his free ice cream to but then she’d notice how he missed the payment of a couple of guys around their age that had come in.

“Hey Dingus! You forgot to charge them, I’ve seen you do that twice now!” Robin was annoyed if Steve kept doing that they’d both get written up.

“Don’t worry, that was my ice cream mark out,” Steve said offhandedly.

That made Robin stop, those didn’t look like any of the guys in King Steve’s posse of friends. “Why’d you give them your mark out? Do you know them?” Robin’s curiosity beat out her annoyance at the older teen in front of her.

“Nope! Let’s just say I’m hoping for a good tip,” Steve tossed out as he winked and walked into the back room.

This idiot most people tipped at least a dollar even when they had to pay… whatever it’s his mark out.

3.5 Dustin

Say what you may about Dustin Henderson but he was a scientist at heart. So, when he began to notice things about one of his favorite people he decided he needed to test his theory.

“So, uh, Steve,” Dustin threw out while he and Steve were listening to music in the older man’s family room. Steve was jogging on his fathers treadmill as Dustin wrote his letter to send to Suzie in the mail.

Steve gave an uninterested ‘mmhm’ in response.

“Will’s been complaining about how all the party has girlfriends but him-”

“You go easy on him middle school’s hard enough without a bunch of dickwad friends and relationship drama-”

“High school, Steve, we start high school in the fall. No more middle school baby shit for us!”

“Yeah yeah whatever just lay off Will. Not everyone is interested in romance so young,” Steve finally finished once their bickering stoped.

Dustin scoffed, “No that’s just Mike, he’s the only one being weird about it. But anyway that’s exactly what I was about to ask! When did you start showing romantic interest?” Dustin preened himself on his subtlety.

Steve looked surprised at that, “Oh! Well I guess I really started liking people romantically in 6th grade. I mean I had my first girlfriend in 7th grade,” he snorted, “if you could even call it that, we just held hands at recess and gave messages through friends…”

Dustin tuned the other out. ‘People’ damn that was a bust alright new approach.

“Yeah yeah uh huh sooo, Steve? Which Star Wars character do you think is the hottest?” Dustin asked thinking back to the film he’d watched the night prior.

The treadmill stopped as Steve sighed and turned to face Dustin, “dude I keep telling you I’m not going to watch your geeky movie.”

“How dare you! Star Wars is a cinematic masterpiece! I-” stay on track Dustin don’t jeopardize the experiment, “whatever who do you think is the hottest actor from one of your lame rom-coms then?” Okay, so much for subtlety.

Steve raised an eyebrow at that -oh no he noticed- he walked over and plopped down on the floor next to Dustin, “Alright, what’s going on why are you acting weird?”

“What? I’m not acting weird? I just,” another unconvinced look, “Ugh fine. I’ve just started to notice how you aren’t only flirty with… with just girls anymore… Which is totally fine! Cool! Awesome even! I just, I wanted to find out if I was… right? I don’t know, now I sound like an asshole.”

Dustin isn’t sure if it’s a good sign or a bad sign when Steve began to laugh. His laughter died down after a couple seconds, “you’re a strange kid, you know that? But to prove- confirm your hypothesis or whatever. Yes I like men, and women, both I like both,” Steve stammered. “You’re actually the first one I’ve said that to.”

Dustin grinned twisting to hug Steve from where he was sat beside him. A thought just occurred to the almost high schooler, “ This means double the potential set ups.” This sentiment was met with a groan and a plead of not needing that.

4.5 Mike

Mike Wheeler has been told he’s at that ‘difficult’ age in puberty -gross- where he’s mad about everything. Well if you ask him it’s pretty freaking easy to be mad at everything including how his mom sold his bike at a yard sale because, “You’re too big for it now Michael you can barely ride it. This money is going towards a new one you’ll just have to save up.”

Hence why he’s waiting for his ride who’s currently working in a too cold, too bright shop, with an annoying smile on his face talking to some long haired weirdo with like 8 different chains hanging off his pants and a black bandana sticking out of his back right pocket. A weirdo that’s been here for over an hour making Steve stay late. “Steve! We were supposed to be out of here 12 minutes ago! Hurry up!” Mike yelled tapping his watch as though Steve could see it from across the store.

“Hold your shit Wheeler we’ll be out in a minute,” Steve yelled back earning a bark of laughter from the weirdo. Mike heard Steve start to finish up speaking with the- costumer? Actually, Mike doesn’t think he ever saw that guy even order anything.

Feeling curious Mike meandered towards them trying to catch the end of their conversation.

“-my house or yours tonight?”

“Wayne has tonight off so he’s gonna be hogging up the trailer soooo”

“Yeah yeah my place just remember no blasting music in my neighborhood the Inslee’s are already this close to calling the cops”

“Oh yeah, and heaven knows what we’ll be up to when they arrive-”

“Shut up! Alright I gotta go see you in a couple hours Ed!”

With that Steve and Mike exited the Scoops Ahoy walking through the food court and out the mall towards Steve’s Beamer where it sat in the mall parking lot. The two settled in, Steve making sure Mike had his seatbelt on before pulling out. From the passengers seat Mike eyed Steve trying to decipher what he had heard the two older men in the mall talking about.

Giving in Mike gave an annoyed huff admitting he was actually interested in something to do with Steve Harrington. “Who was that guy and how often do you have sleepovers?” he asked.

This was met with shifty eyes and a soft laugh from the older teen, “who? Eddie? The guy from the mall? He’s no one, just a friend,” there was a strange tinge of guilt in his voice.

“You shouldn’t do that.” Mike said firmly staring out at the road in front of them.

This made Steve confused turning to look at Mike before redirecting them back to the road, “do what?”

This made Mike even more pissed. “Lead people on. You and I both know you like girls, you’ve dated girls, you dated Nancy! Did you not care about her? Did you not love her? I know you broke up or whatever, but she definitely loved you once, I can’t believe you faked the whole thing!” Mike had tears welling in his eyes.

The car came to a slow as Steve pulled over to the side of the road, “woaah hey man I did- I did love your sister. Sometimes I think a little more than she loved me. I was never lying about what I felt for her.” Mike sniffled. “And yes, I do like girls always have, still do. But, I think you may have noticed,” Steve attempted to joke, “I’m also of the uh, male persuasion? Ugh that sounds gross. Men I like men too.”

Steve expected some backlash after the start of this conversation and was surprised when he was met with Mike’s odd look of clarity. “You- you can like both?” The younger boy asked. Steve hadn’t heard him sound so small since he saw him take care of an unconscious Will during their last run in with monsters.

“Yeah, you can like both.”

5 Robin (yes again)

Okay so Steve Harrington wasn’t that bad. In fact he was kind of cool. And not like popular, eggs cars and makes out with chicks under the bleachers cool. But genuinely a cool dude that basically saved her life, well, with the help of a couple children.

Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was the probable head trauma, maybe it was even the thrill of actually escaping a secret Russian base but Robin felt like she could tell this guy anything. Which probably wasn’t great considering her… situation.

The two teenagers were sitting in the bathroom heads hanging over toilet bowl rims. They were joking around but the girl knew she didn’t want to be asked any heavy or revealing questions not when she didn’t have complete control of her mind so instead she asked Steve.

“Have you… ever been in love” she’d asked after some thought. This should be easy enough for him, he’s known for his prowess with the ladies.

She received a small cackle from the stall next to her. “Yeah a couple of times. Nancy Wheeler my first love I went insane for that girl, first semester senior year,” Steve made a gun motion shooting into his heart, “honestly I’m glad I had what I had with Nancy and also glad that it ended? If it hadn’t I would’ve never been with who I’m with today, the person I think I want to spend the rest of my life with,” Robin could tell there was a smile of his face when he’d said that.

Wow Robin really hadn’t expected that confession, she was honestly a bit worried he might admit to liking her. Who would’ve thought Steve Harrington tied down. “How’d you know?” Robin asked she’d never been able to think that strongly about anyone not even Tammy who she’s had a year long major crush on.

Steve sighed, “I don’t know… He just makes me feel happy and excited whenever I’m near him.”

Robin’s breath hitched when she noticed the pronouns he’d used, okay she definitely wasn’t supposed to be told this, he wasn’t in the right state of mind, neither was she. And yet, she couldn’t stop him; it felt so good to hear about someone like her actually being happy and finding love even if it was surprisingly Steve Harrington.

“He’s a lot different than everyone else I’ve dated, but he’s also different from everybody else in general so I guess that makes sense. He’s dramatic and weird, and impossible to look away from. I still can’t even believe he likes me back.”

Hearing Steve talk about his boyfriend gave Robin the confidence to tell him about Tammy much to his great judgment which they joked about until Dustin and Erica barged into their little sanctuary of a bathroom.

+1 Everyone

If you ask anyone, that day after Vecna was defeated the whole party piled into their meeting place at the hospital. They wouldn’t tell you the first thing they noticed was a limping Dustin crying silently as though he could no longer make sound from screaming so loudly. It wasn’t Robin walking through the door with a broken guitar in her arms. It wasn’t even the boy bleeding out, unconscious, clothes ripped to shreds.

No, they’d tell you they’d noticed Steve Harrington sobbing as he yelled for ‘someone anyone please help him please my Eddie please help him somebody Eddie please Eddie’. He held Eddie Munson in his arms as he ran through the hospital begging them to save his Eddie.

Eddie was taken into surgery immediately and nobody could think of what to say to Steve. He was hunched over in a small waiting chair right outside Eddie’s operating room.

It was Joyce Byers freshly off a death helicopter from Russia that kneeled down in front of the boy. She held his hands in hers as she said, “he’ll be okay. He knows your out here waiting for him. He won’t leave you.”

With that Steve slumped forward onto her as he began to sob.

Eddie came out of his first surgery a couple hours later but the doctors informed he was likely going to be in unconscious for at least a week. Steve stayed with Eddie and his uncle in the hospital everyday refusing to leave. The kids filtered in and out checking on Eddie and Max a few rooms down. Without fail Steve had his chair pulled up right next to Eddie’s bed just watching him.

Dustin talked to Eddie, a lot, so did Robin. Eddie probably liked that, both Wayne and Steve didn’t talk much. Preferred to sit in silence watching for any sign that the comatose boy was improving.

The day Eddie did wake up most of the party was there including Nancy, Jonathan, some guy from California, the youngest Sinclair -Lucas didn’t want to leave Max alone- a couple Russians, his uncle and his boyfriend. When Eddie slowly opened his eyes he looked towards Steve sitting directly to his left.

“Hey Stevie, I tried to be a hero. Sorry,” his vocals were strangled from lack of use.

“You should be sorry! You are such an idiot! God I love you, never do that again.” Steve then pulled Eddie into a searing kiss in front of everyone. Not that anyone was surprised.

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earlgreyinpajamas · 1 year

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merthur fic recs: magic reveal pt 6

1. An Account of the King's Acute Stress as Documented by a Court Physician by billiamshakespeare

Uther Pendragon was known to have occasional acute heart issues due to stress. Gaius just didn't have the foresight to assume it was hereditary.

AKA, 5 times Merlin gave Arthur a heart attack, and 1 time Arthur returned the favor

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sfjkhjl lmaoooo

2. The Choice by lavender_spice (@drlavenderpepper)

Merlin is mortally wounded in the Disir's cave. Now Arthur is presented with one of the most difficult choices of his life: save his friend or let his father's legacy die.

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the disir fix it fic we all need

3. the weight we carry by apileofashandember (@apileofashandember)

Gaining a pair of dragon wings upon becoming a dragonlord wasn’t all that bad, except for the amount of times he had to sneak away in the middle of the night to let them out. And of course, his increased lying to Arthur.

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ahhh i love this concept sm

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thebookshoparoundthecorner · 1 month

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Final Chapter of “My Funny Valentine” coming tomorrow!! (3/17) 💘🏡

what better way to finish out a Valentine’s Day fic than to post the final chapter on Saint Patrick’s day 😂

excited to share this final chapter with you all!!! catch up on chapter one here:

Chapter two here:

Chapter three here:

Chapter four here:

And chapter 5 here:

Can’t wait to share this last chapter with you all tomorrow!!! The comments have been giving me life and I’m going to be responding to them ASAP (just got back from a work trip, so I haven’t had much time yet!) 🩷🩷🩷

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meowmeowriley · 7 days

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MAY I ask about Last Resort 👀🫶

Last Resort is one I'm excited to sit down and start on, I only have a vague outline so far.

Its a 5+1 fic, and also a song fic, about Papa Roach's Last Resort and Falling in Reverse's Last Resort (Reimagined) and the five times Simon Riley listened to Last Resort and it heavily impacted him and the one time Ghost listened to Last Resort (Reimagined) and broke down.

Actually if anyone has good ideas for some of the 5 times, I'll take suggestions. What I have so far is

1) The first time Simon hears the song, after being abandoned by his dad at a show

2) ???

3) ???

4) Simon listening to the song on his way to the recruiting office after a particularly nasty run in with his dad

5) Simon and his unit partying one last time before he gets transfered to work with the Americans, the song plays

And the +1 I'm gonna keep quite, but rest assured I aim to make you cry.

It's not set in stone, I'm still not sold on it, but yeah. I'll figure it out. Comments and suggestions would be appreciated, from anyone really!

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seas-storyarchive · 2 months

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Falling At Sleep - what if

The first time anyone noticed Alastor's odd.. habit, shall we say, was when he was found by Husker. At the bar, sleeping atop the counter, on his stomach, fucking deer hooves and tail on display as he snored and clutched one of the newly purchased cleaning rag.

"Fucking hell, boss.. what the shit, is this?" It was way too fucking early, at.. 3am- what the fuck!

Husker dragged his Bambi boss all the way back to bed. Dropping him on his bed unceremoniously, bitch slept the whole fucking time. Good.

The next ones to find this out was Fat Nuggets, and Angel.

Angel had come back from a rough day with Val at the studio, smiling at he approached his room. He walked in to see Nuggets asleep in his bed, like a good boy.

"Hey Nugs. How's mama's little man?" Angel asked Nuggets before he walked into his bathroom to get dressed for bed. He rushed out when he heard Fat Nuggets oink in distress, expecting the worst and ready to throw down-

What he wasn't ready for, was seeing a beyond passed the fuck out Smiles sprawled out on the floor of his room on his back. In a two piece red pajamas piece with white accents - hooves on display.

"Da fuq?" Angel rubbed his eyes, hoping he was seeing thindgs- nope. Smiles was still there. And now Nuggets was moving to sniff and nudge the man.

"Nugs!" Angel whispered sharply, trying to scare the pig away from the cannibal. But nope. The man just let out a loud snort as he was touched, before he settled down.

Phew!

"Well, I'm too tired to move him, so.." Angel carefully put a pillow under Alastor's head and tossed a blanket over him, just in tome for Nuggets to snuggle up to Alastor.

"G'night Nuggets. Night Smiles." Angel said, snapping a pic - Smiles came out static-like but it worked - of the two before falling asleep himself.

Niffty was freaked out, at first, when she found her boss asleep in her Roach Theater space, on his side, after hours. How rude!

"Hey! Hey, Alastor!" Niffty shook her boss a few times on his shoulder, the man in such a deep sleep he was essentially dead.

He didn't even stir when Niffty put a dead roach in his ear. Huh..

"Well, if you're going to sleep here.. I am too!" Niffty pulled a blanket over Alastor and cuddled up to him under the blanket, before they slept in the quiet together.

Vaggie almost stabbed Alastor in the dark when there was a sudden thump in hers and Charlie's room.

Luckily, Charlie turned on the light. Well, lucky for Alastor..

"How the fuck-"

"Shh, Vaggie." Charlie pointed to Keekee and Razzle snuggled close to Alastor on the floor.

The fallen angel gestured to the demon asleep on the floor with the lamb and cat. "Charlie, seriously! Think about it! How the Hell is he in here!? What the fuck is he-" Vaggie was cut off by a loud snort before Alastor was quiet again. "What the fuck?! Like, seriously!?"

Charlie shrugged. "Maybe we shouldn't wake him? Just, take him back to his room?"

"I am NOT touching him!" Vaggie whisper-shouted, before kicking the demon in the back of the head.

That woke him, and also made Keekee abandon her post on Alastor's side to jump to the bed as Razzle made a distressed noise.

"Hmm?" Alastor sat up, his eyes barely open, looking around the room, before looking to the two women and creatures. "Pard'n the intrusion ladies.. I'll jus' let you sleep.."

The demon dragged himself out of the room, well, his shadow did. Keekee and Razzle looked at Vaggie, annoyed. Fat Nuggets was right! Alastor was warm and they got cheated out of snuggles!

Vaggie looked from the door, pissed off, to the two. "What?"

Nothing was indicated, as the two went to their beds to sleep.

"Vaggie, I don't think you should have.."

Vaggie groaned. "Can we just go to bed, please?"

"Okay." Charlie yawned, shutting off the light, too tired to argue.

When Alastor dropped into Lucifer's room, into a pile of ducks, the small king jumped in fear. He'd been making ducks for hours, and then.. this..

"Uh, can I help you?" He asked, annoyed.

All he got was a snore in return.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" Lucifer grabbed the demon by the collar of his sleeping shirt, who's ears twitched. "What's your problem!" He shook the man, before looking at his shadow that was moving about.

"What?" Lucifer asked, annoyed.

"Massster can't sssleep.."

Come again? "He seems fine to me."

"No, you misssunderssstand. Ssssince Massster got ssstabbed by the angel, Massster has been having cold sssweatss and is alwaysss tired.. I've been trying to find help for hisss injury, at night.. he isss dying. Too ssstubborn to even ask Misss Rossie for help.."

"Is that why I've been sensing his energy getting weaker? Wait- Adam stabbed this fucker?" Lucifer looked from the shadow to Alastor, as he moved a hand back to gesture to him. "Where?"

"From hiss right ssshoulder down hisss andomen." The shadow said. "He'sss too worried to asssk for help. Won't want to be ssseen assss weak. But hissss deal, it will keep him from dying out right. His leassssh, it issss heavy."

"Leash? Deal?" Lucifer groaned. "You have to be fucking kidding me.." he laid Alastor down on the floor, and removed his shirt - stitch marks for the wound, bloody and pus covered and.. hang on, did this bitch try to burn it closed with a hot metal item? "Oh you dumbfuck of a buck."

All the color was almost drained from the man, so close to death. And Lucifer caught a scent he never thought he would smell again-

"Okay." He grabbed at the chain, gripping it tight. "Time for this to go." While using his angelic powers, he pulled the chain.It broke like it was made of cheap paper rings.

"Okay," Lucifer tried to remember to focus on what healing powers felt like as he reached his hands to the wound. "Let's try this. And I hope for his sake, it works."

There was a strong yellow light, and soon the wound was mostly healed and gone, save for a newly formed long scar.

"There. Phew.." Lucifer wiped his brow, before looking to the shadow. "Think you can bring him back to his room?"

The shadow nodded. "Thank you, sssire. He will not be happy when I inform him of thisss.. good night."

Lucifer nodded, watching as the shadow took Alastor out of the room. "Phew." He looked at the pile of ducks, seeing none of them were covered in fluid. "Good."

After he got dressed for bed, Lucifer looked up at the ceiling in his room. "You stupid fucking kid, making a deal with Eve. Well, hope you're happy now, cause you owe me, bitch."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #5 + 1 things #kind of??#idk #found family #a bit of a plot at the end #its my fic and i do what i want #alastor gets cuddles #sleepy little deer #lol #post ep 8 fic

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