Lucio Fluff Request
Because I think we need this right now
@missrabbitart asks: Can you do some Lucio fluff with those amazing doggies? This new update has me feeling sad, since I didn’t get any development for our big failure. I would be really happy! Thanks! Plus I love your writing hon!
I’m so sorry you’re not feeling good about the update! My inbox is open to anyone who needs someone to talk to!
Warning(s): None I can think of! Spoilers! I MENTION THE CANNIBALISM, SO PLEASE BE SAFE Word Count: 950 Request: Yah
They twist and they turn in bed, trying to find any sort of purchase, eyes shut and nose scrunched. They reached for anything, only grabbing hold of their lover and a spare pillow, hugging the pillow to their chest and wrapping their legs around the now-groggy count.
Lucio looks down at his lover, confused at first, but slowly gathers that they must be having a nightmare of some sort. He didn’t know what to do, falling into a minor panic for a moment, considering this had yet to happen before, and he certainly had no experience with waking people from nightmares, much less the subsequent comforting that would come with it.
He stops debating with himself, much more worried about their well being than to lay idly, and hopes they’re alright. “Hey.” He shakes their shoulder, focused solely on waking them up now, “Darling, wake up.” His confusion turns to concern as they curl into themselves, drawing their knees up to their chest and clutching hold of the pillow, making a pitiful little noise in the back of his throat.
They keep twisting and turning, pulling away from Lucio completely and looking away from him, a full centimeter and a half from falling off the oversized king bed, despite all the excess space, even with the four of them.
Mercedes stirs from the foot of the bed, and subsequently wakes Melchior, and the pair of them, after a good stretch, are almost immediately drawn to their side, worry evident. Mercedes paws at their leg, resulting in them pulling away harshly, and Melchior sniffs at their face, and they look as if they’re about to scream.
It hurts Lucio to see them in such pain, though he can’t help but wonder just what has them in such a state.
“Darling.” He says, more decisively, more awake, and shakes them awake. Mercedes licks at their leg, and Melchior noses their cheek, helping still in waking them.
They wake with a start, eyes shooting open and they flinch, like the world was too much for them to handle all once. To be fair, it most definitely was.
Mercedes lets out a half bark, and Lucio finally notices that they have tears staining their cheeks, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”
“They ate you.” They sob, throwing their arms around his shoulders, holding him far too tightly for the middle of the night, but he was willing to take the little bit of pain if it meant comforting them, “I don’t...I don’t know what happened...it happened so fast.” He’s certain they’ve just dribbled snot and tears into the nape of his neck, but instead of getting angry, he rubs their back with his one hand, holding them close.
Melchior nudges what remains of Lucio’s shoulder, and Mercedes noses at them, trying to understand why they’re so upset.
“Hey, I’m here now.” He smiles, trying to take the arrogance out of his voice, but from their reaction, he can tell they’re not buying it for a second, “Look, I wasn’t…” He gives pause, unsure if he even wants to speak it aloud, considering whatever cosmic consequences might be store, so his voice drops when he says, “eaten. I’m here now, right?”
They sniff and pull away from him, rubbing their nose with the heel of their hand, “I suppose.”
He looks as if he’s truly pitying them, unsure of what to say or do to make it better, and he finally decides on, “Come here.” He wraps his singular arm around them, pulling them flush against him as he lies them both down. Despite themselves, however sad it was or how much their nightmare was, they smiled, and laughed against him as he wrapped his legs around them, effectively trapping them against him.
Their laugh was music to his ears, and he would wake up in the middle of the night for as many nights as they needed him just to hear it again.
They look up to him, tears still staining their cheeks and mirth in their eyes, and they kiss him, slow and sweet and he knows that he won’t leave them, not if he had anything to say about it.
“If it was that bad in a nightmare,” He mutters, more to himself than to them, “imagine really lo - Ow!” They’ve delivered a swift pinch to his waist before he finishes his sentence, and it’s obvious they don’t want to even consider the possibility that, perhaps, one day he might get eaten by…
He wasn’t going to even ask what was eating him in their dream. He didn’t really want to ask about that one.
They bury their face in his bare chest, obviously finished talking to him, and he lets them rest their head on his arm. He knows he’ll wake up with killer pins and needles and won’t be able to put his gilded arm back on, but it’s worth it.
“I love you.” They promise him, and though it isn’t the first he’s heard it from them, it’s still just as effective. He’s never heard it before, not without something being expected in return. He’s never loved and been loved, unconditionally, and he finally understood what all the hype was about it...love was certainly something.
“Mm.” He hums, kissing the top of their head, “Love you too, darling.”
He’s almost dozed back off before Melchior - no, Mercedes - plops down right on Lucio’s legs, and Melchior drops down on their side, sprawling across them both.
They sleep like that, a pile of limbs and sleeping body parts, across the oversized king bed, because Lucio knew there was nothing too good for the person he loved.
