OTP ask - 16! I am not 100% sure which pairing so pick your fave 💙
Eee, I decided to go with the flow of inspiration (and apparently the flavor of the evening is a dusting of angst with sweetness, or sort of hurt/comfort), so doing an OT3 with Lucy and Pickles and Dick after Nathan destroys the master album.
16- Write about a hug between your ship.
Lucy was on her couch, fuming about not being able to go to Bali with Dick because of all of the storms. They would have to wait until tomorrow or maybe even the next day to go on their trip, and after the blood, sweat, and tears they had put into making that album, she had been looking forward to getting the fuck out of Dodge for a while.
She heard her door creak and said, "I didn't expect Jean Pierre to be able to make us such a complex fruit salad that quickly, the man's a machi-" he voice trailed off as she looked up at Pickles, who had a bloody nose and was standing at her door looking haunted.
Lucy dropped the joint she was rolling and walked over to him. "Babes, what happened?"
Pickles snapped out of his stupor and even though his voice sounded like he was in anguish, she could see the utter flaming rage in his eyes, "He destroyed it. He broke the fuckin' Master, Luce."
Lucy's eyes widened, that wasn't exactly a small thing, but there was something more pressing to handle, "Pickles, you're bleeding."
Pickles touched his face and chuckled darkly, "Yeah, he uh, shoved me ahff with the wooden end of an axe when I tried ta stahp him."
She was gonna fucking strangle Nathan with her bare hands. She was gonna beat the living shit out of him for laying a finger on Pickles. She was flooded with rage, but before she started fuming, she could see the look in Pickles' eyes. Lucy put her arms around him and pulled him in tight, and he let himself collapse into her arms, his arms pulling her in even tighter and just holding on for dear life. They could deal with his injuries soon. With everything else soon. Right now, this was what they both needed.
Lucy heard footsteps and when they came to a stop she looked over at Dick. Her voice cracked slightly as she said, "Nathan destroyed the Master record."
Dick was amazed that he had the wherewithal not to drop the fruit salad that he was holding. He took a calming breath, knowing he was this shy of snapping, and put the bowl down on one of her dressers. His arms wrapped around the two of them wordlessly, knowing that all three of them needed this before any of them decided to go and deal with reality.
