#peterpatter

[kenobivirgin69]

happy pride month from the disaster gays 🫶🫶

[invisibleraven]

flannel pajamas for Reggie/anyone, obviously ;D

Reggie never thought that things like clothing sales would ever excite him. He grew up wearing thrifted clothes until they truly didn’t fit, never splurging on himself. He had more important things to spend his money on.

Now though, he’s on the wrong side of forty and when he sees Old Navy proclaiming a sale, well that is right up his alley.

Shania shops here all the time, so he finds a few things to gift her over the holidays. Kurt is a bit more particular, but Reggie does find a hoodie that he would rock, so in the cart it goes.

Luke-well his husband would go around naked if he could, but Reggie grabs him a few things anyways, even if he’s sure they may never get worn.

He’s about to check out when a sign catches his eye-matching pyjama sets for the whole family. Reggie turns the cart around at that.

He puts everything away when he gets home-save the pyjamas, and waits until they are sat down for the obligatory family dinner to announce his idea.

“I want to get a new family portrait for our holiday cards this year,” he announced.

There is a chorus of groans around the table, making Reggie sigh and pout. “Come on guys, one picture won’t kill you.”

“It’s never one picture with you though dad,” Shania said with an eye roll. “You’re a photographer, you always take a million.”

“Fine, one photo session. We haven’t gotten a family photo in years,” Reggie stated. “For me?”

And maybe he wasn’t above pleading with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Shania slumped and nodded.

“Anything you want babe,” Luke said. “Just nothing too elaborate this year, I am not cleaning fake snow out of the carpet ever again.”

Reggie turned to Kurt who was totally not looking at him. “Come on buddy, we need the whole family for it to be a family photo.”

Kurt bit the inside of his cheek, then finally nodded. ‘If we have to,’ he signed.

Reggie reached over and squeezed his hand. Kurt still had issues with speech since getting his cochlear implant, and he respected that. The whole family were ASL masters at this point, and even though he knew the experts would encourage him to prompt Kurt to speak over sign, Reggie wasn’t pushing him until he was ready.

So that weekend, Reggie dug out the tree, and even got the kids to help him decorate it-even if Shania whined about it being too early, despite it being December. Luke did decorate around the house and the lights, with Kurt being recruited to hold the ladder.

Then Reggie handed out the jammies-red buffalo plaid in a soft flannel texture that reminded him so much of his staple wardrobe in high school that he couldn’t pass them up.

Luke pulled at the sleeves, though Shania told him to grin and bear it. Kurt grabbed their ancient dog Boscoe and Reggie made sure to set up the menorah in the background-sure Chanukah wasn’t until next week, but he wanted both sides of their traditions to be represented.

The camera set up, he arranged everyone and took shot after shot, totally ignoring the I told you so look Shania gave him.

“Okay, you’re free,” he said, and they all scattered, leaving Reggie to go over the photos. But they turned out great-all of them happy and smiling, in their matching jammies, looking ready for the holidays.

Their cards would be great this year-but then again, they always were.

But the best part was getting up on Christmas morning to find everyone back in the jammies-even Luke, ready to celebrate the holiday together.

Reggie sniffled a little, and sat down to watch the kids tear into their gifts. Only to have a box thrust at him by Kurt.

“For you. M-merry Christmas dad.”

Reggie let a tear fall then, pulling Kurt in for a hug, knowing whatever was in the box would pale in comparison to the gift he had just been given.

‘Merry Christmas bud,’ he signed. ‘Love you.’

‘Love you too.’ Kurt grinned wide at him. ‘Now open your present.’

[invisibleraven]

Sorry I'm late, but may I have some "Hanging stockings always makes me feel like a kid again." for Reggie please? Thank you!

"Deck the halls with boughs of holly..." Reggie sang as he unpacked the box in front of him.

"You're awfully merry and bright today," Luke remarked.

"I love Christmas," Reggie said with a shrug.

"Didn't we just have Channukah for you?"

"Yeah," Reggie replied. "Mom was Jewish, dad wasn't, so I grew up with both. MeeMaw and Pops got into too, so it became a big family affair. It was one of the few times of year that we all got along, when my folks-either way it was my favourite time of year, my favourite memories of spending time together as a family."

"Minus the church I assume."

Reggie laughed at that, nodding. "Yeah, we went out for Chinese like every good Jewish family, but dad didn't mind, he preferred the secular to the sacred any day."

Luke sat down on the couch, untangling a strand of lights as Reggie pulled out the titular holly-fake stuff that he didn't even know they had. "We always went to mass every year. I liked the carols, but not much else. I mostly wanted to head to bed so Santa would come all the sooner."

"Surprised you didn't stay up to try and catch him."

Luke blushed and smirked at that. "Back then I could actually sleep, so no matter how much I tried, i always nodded off before he came. That was back before I knew the truth of course-but by that time insomnia and I were firm friends."

"MeeMaw always told me that Santa was invisible, so there was no point in waiting up."

"Chavalah is a crafty, crafty woman."

They worked together in companionable silence for a while, extracting the items from the small box of holiday adornments they had. They didn't even have a tree-not that one would fit in the shoebox they called a home. But a few boughs of holly and strands of lights seemed to make the place feel a lot more jolly.

Then at the bottom of the box was a soft red velvet stocking that Reggie lifted with care. It had his name scrawled in gold thread across the top. His grandmother had made it for him and he treasured it ever since. Now they didn't have a mantle to hang it on, but there was a space over the radiator that it would look just fine.

"Hanging stockings always makes me feel like a kid again," he said. "Even when you know there's not going to be anything in it-the anticipation, the magic feeling, it all comes down to this."

Luke smiled softly, then dug in the other box of his few things, extracting the green knitted stocking with his name across the top, and hung it besides Reggie's. "Looked a little lonely."

"Well we can't have that," Reggie said, standing back, seeing their stockings hanging there, the few holiday touches and melted into Luke's side. "Perfect."

Luke got a thoughtful look then, but just held Reggie all the tighter.

They both had to work Christmas Eve-Luke at the diner, and Reggie at the pizza store. They weren't great jobs, but they were sure that any day soon Sunset Curve would make it big and they could leave this little life and meaningless jobs behind.

Luke got off first-he had purposefully volunteered for the early shift-even though it sucked to leave Reggie in bed at the crack of dawn, but he had plans.

Mrs. Harrison had even given him a bag full of pastries gratis, telling him she would see him in a few days. He gave her a wave and rushed off.

Reggie got off several hours later, struggling with the door, and didn't even look up as he laid the pizza he was carrying on the table. "Lu, I brought supper!"

Then he actually paid attention to the apartment. There was a miniature tree in the corner, bedecked in lights and ornaments, the yule log was crackling on the television, and the stockings now had distinct bulges in them. "Oh..."

"Hey babe," Luke said, coming out from the bedroom. "Merry Christmas."

"You..."

"Oh no, Santa came early. Sorry you missed him."

"Couldn't have seen him even if I was here."

They shared a smile at that, coming together for a tender kiss, then resting their foreheads together. Luke swayed them back and forth for a moment. "So you brought supper?"

"Yeah. Mr. Meyers let me have one as a bonus, though I really should have got us Chinese."

"We can do that next year," Luke assured him. "Maybe go visit MeeMaw and Pops, spend the holiday with them."

"They would love that," Reggie said. "So would I."

"Then that's what we'll do," Luke assured him. "Now, let's eat and enjoy the fire before we open out stockings."

"We can open those in the morning."

"I didn't have the funds to get you a real present, sorry," Luke said apologetically.

"This is better than any present," Reggie promised him. "This is the best gift of all."

[invisibleraven]

Oh gosh, may I have some "A match made in heaven, or maybe hell" for PeterPatter? (Or whoever)

“Angel.”

Reggie turned, unable to hide his smile as he saw Luke standing there, the faint scent of brimstone already wafting away in the breeze. “You’re late.”

“Sorry,” Luke said, though his tone conveyed the opposite. “Got caught up doing a temptation, you know how it is.”

Reggie didn’t reply, simply gestured towards the chair next to him, the glass of wine already full. “Any whispers?”

“None whatsoever,” Luke said, sipping his wine. “I think this might be working.”

“I hate that it is,” Reggie admitted. “It shows a major lack of oversight, and goodness knows what is working together means for the ineffable plan.”

“Angel-Reggie, if the Almighty had anything to say about it, don’t you think they would have by now?” Luke asked, stealing the last macaron from Reggie’s plate.

“I…I haven’t really heard from them. Not since the garden,” Reggie admitted. “I still get orders, and haven’t been cast out.”

“Lucky you,” Luke grumbled under his breath.

“But…maybe this is a punishment? Being denied hearing from the Lord?” Reggie worried the sleeves of his flannel as he spoke, only stopping when Luke laid a hand over his.

“Angel, you’re too good to be punished. And I bet if you really asked, not many of your contemporaries have heard from them in a bit either.”

“You just want to lessen your workload,” Reggie scoffed.

“No,” Luke insisted, his grip tightening, just a little. “I-I like working with you Reggie. I like spending time with you outside of deciding who will do the tempting or blessing. In fact-I wouldn’t mind us making a permanent thing.”

"We are immortal darling," Reggie snorted.

"No...I think I want..I want us to have a life together. Not just meet up for the odd meal or agreement," Luke stated. "You can help me tend my plants, I can learn to cook all the little dainties you like."

"Sounds like a match made in heaven, or maybe hell," Reggie said, slipping his hand into Luke's. "You better figure out how we're going to fit all my books and your plants together."

"I can do that," Luke agreed, lifting his glass. "So...we're going to do this?"

"We are," Reggie replied, clinking their glasses together. "To us."

Luke smiled, sipping his wine. "To us. Now...how about we talk that blessing in Kent?"

[invisibleraven]

"We could annoy so many people..." proposal prompt for Luke/Reggie? (Or whoever you like if that doesn't vibe!) Please and thank you!

"Luke Luke, who is your date tonight?" the press yelled as flashbulbs went off in his face.

"Reggie of course," he replied, giving them a cocky smile, tossing his arm over the bassist shoulders.

Reggie snorted, giving him a playful shover. "Please, I could do so much better than you." He then gave Alex a leering side eye with a wide grin.

"I'm taken and you know it," Alex snarked, twisting the ring on his left hand with a fond smile. "Willie has a cold."

"We can keep you warm i n his absence," Luke stated with an eyebrow waggle, coming towards him.

"Come on boys, let's keep moving," Andi said, politely and firmly ushering them to the next spot down the red carpet. "Honestly Luke and Reggie, I don't know what I'm going to do with you two."

"Love us forever?" Reggie suggested with a n innocent grin.

"You're lucky I don't ship you both off to Timbuctoo. One of these days the press really will think your dating, and then what will you do?"

They didn't really have an answer to that-they liked to play and flirt, but neither of them were really all that interested in a relationship with anyone. Teasing the press kept them off their backs until they were ready to say anything more. Plus it annoyed the ever loving shit out of everyone, and if there was anything Luke and Reggie lived for, it was being a menace.

"You know..." Luke said later that night, lounging around their living room. "There's no reason we can't date..."

"Other than the fact that neither of us are interested in the institution? Or men?" Reggie snorted.

"What I mean is, we're sick of them being on our backs about having dates, and we go to all these events together anyways, so why not go in a more official capacity?" Luke proffered.

"You mean like fake dating? Does anyone do that outside of rom coms?"

"You do like rom coms."

"Doesn't mean I want to be in one," Reggie retorted, then blew out a breath. "It would save us a lot of trouble. But they would probably expects us to be affectionate."

"Dude we practically snuggle our way down most red carpets now."

"I meant like kissing."

Luke screwed up his face at that. "Blech."

"Gee thanks!"

"Not you!" Luke assured him. "It's just...I really don't like kissing. It's all wet and gross and not for me."

"I don't mind it," Reggie said with a shrug. "So just like, kiss me on the cheek and tell them anything more is private."

"So we're doing this? fake dating?"

"Heck, let's go all the way and get fake married," Reggie giggled.

"What?"

"We could annoy so many people in our lives by marrying each other. Wouldn't that be fun?" Reggie stated. "The fans would go berserk, Andi would murder us, and the press would have a field day."

"Oooh, you make a good appeal." Luke tapped his chin with his fingers. "We should 'get caught' buying rings and everything, to make it real."

So they did just that, going to some high end store after leaving an anonymous tip with some paps, and made a big show of looking at rings, even picking some out-if they were doing this, they were going all out after all. Plus they were rock stars with innumerable wealth, so why not spend some of it on an elaborate ruse?

Andi was fuming at their next meeting however. "Do you jokers know what you are doing to my blood pressure?"

"Guys this isn't something to joke about," Alex cautioned. "People are going to think..."

"You know we don't care what they think," Luke said, crossing his arms. "We want to do this."

"Look," Reggie piped up, holding himself a little tighter than usual. "Luke and I-we love each other. Maybe not in conventional sense, but we do. And this is probably the closest either of us will get to having a 'real' relationship. So why shouldn't we get married?"

"But it's not real," Andi said.

"I wouldn't mind it being real," Reggie whispered. "We're going to be together forever, why not make it legal? Even if it's just for companionship, or to piss people off, I would be proud to call Luke my husband."

"Reg..." Luke croaked. "You really wanna..."

Reggie shrugged. "You know I swore I would never get married, because of my folks, but we'll be different. We're practically married already, so what difference is a ring and a piece of paper going to make?"

Andi rubbed her temples. "Okay, if you are serious about this...first of all, I am upping my fee just out of spite for the migraine. Second I will handle the press because heaven knows what you'll tell them."

"Awww come on Andi, I had so many BS engagement stories I wanted to torment them with!" Luke whined.

"Oooh, I got denied a proposal, how did you ask?" Reggie asked, chin resting in his hands.

"I was thinking either hot air balloon or zoo trip."

"So you guys are really doing this?" Alex asked.

Luke and Reggie looked at each other, at the new rings they were wearing, and smiled. Sure it was unconventional, but it was love, pure and simple, and they really were looking forward to annoying the press with it for months and years to come.

"Looks like we are," Luke said, leaning over and kissing Reggie's cheek, smiling when Reggie turned his face to nuzzle their noses together.

"Okay," Alex stated. "Then I call best man."

[invisibleraven]

3. Feeling their pain for Luke/Reggie

Trigger warning: This is gonna get dark y'all, warnings for child abuse

"Ow!" Luke yelled.

"What's wrong honey? Are you hurt?" Emily asked, rushing over.

"No," Luke said scowling. "But it feels like I just skinned my knee." Then his face fell, eyes filling with tears. "What's wrong with me?"

"Oh," Emily said, smiling as she knelt before him. "Honey...do you know what a soulmate is?"

"It's like your best friend right? One picked out for you by fate, and your lives are tied together. Like you and daddy!"

Emily nodded. "Exactly. But a side effect of having a soulmate is that you can feel their pain. So right now? I bet your soulmate just skinned their knee, and you felt it."

"Oh," Luke said. "That sucks!"

"Luke!"

"Well it does! I don't want to feel their pain and I definitely don't want them to feel mine, that's just mean!"

"I know sweetie," Emily said, pushing back his shaggy hair. "But it only lasts a moment. Your knee doesn't hurt any more does it?"

Luke shook his head. "I wish I could just...give them a hug, or a band-aid."

"I'm sure his mommy has that well in hand my love. But for now, how about we make some cookies?"

Luke nodded, rushing towards the kitchen, because there was nothing better than cookies.

~

As Luke grew up, he learned one thing-his soulmate was a klutz. He was always getting hurt-skinned knees here, scrapped palms there. Luke tried to keep himself from harm as a result-not becoming cautious, but he didn't want to cause his soulmate any more pain than he was already experiencing first hand.

Then his soulmate got braces.

Braces sucked, or to Luke's estimation they did-each month it was hours of pain and discomfort to get them adjusted. Eventually he got used to it, but it still took him off guard when the first twinge in his jaw started.

Luke took extra good care of his teeth after that-there was no way he was getting braces, no matter what.

His mom noticed his discomfort too-he never could hide much from her, but when he came home, rubbing his jaw, she was alway there, a plate of cookie and a hug waiting for him.

"It''ll get better sweetie, I promise you."

"Does it ever stop?" Luke wondered. "Do you still feel Dad's pain?"

Emily shook her head. "No, not any more. It stopped when we met. But Luke honey, a lot of people don't meet their soulmate until college, a lot of times after it. Some people don't ever meet their soulmate. I just want to prepare you for what might be a long road."

"How do you know? That they're the one?"

Emily hummed for a moment, mulling the question over. "I suppose you feel...like you've come home. Like everything is right with the world and you're right where you're supposed to be-with the person you're supposed to be with."

Luke rolled his eyes at the unsatisfactory answer, but most of the other adults he asked had the same vague, non-committal answer. So he supposed he would have to wait and find the person whose soul was his home.

~

Luke awoke screaming one night, clutching at his side as the pain kept coming and coming.

"Luke!" Emily screamed, holding him. "Are you okay?"

Luke shook his head, sobbing, trying to scramble away from the never ending agony, until finally it ceased, his ribs feeling like they were on fire, and he was left exhausted. "They're really hurt. I think...I think someone kicked them. A lot."

Emily sobered at that, holding her crying son close. She couldn't imagine anyone hurting a child, even if she knew it did happen. But it hurt even worse knowing it was happening to her son's soulmate, meaning Luke was feeling every bit of that abuse.

"It's okay honey, it's over now."

"Not for them it's not," Luke said, oddly astute for his age. "I...I don't think this is the first time it's happened. I always thought they were clumsy, but now...maybe someone was hurting them all along."

Emily asked Luke to explain and she was sure the colour drained from her face as Luke recounted years of various bangs, scrapes, cuts, and bumps he had experienced.

"Okay sweetie, there isn't much either of us can do right now. How about you try to go back to sleep and we'll see if there is anything I can do to find them in the morning?"

"Okay," Luke said with a sniffle, climbing back into his bed. "Can we have cookies for breakfast?"

"Of course we can."

~

Luke was right of course, that it was just the beginning of the abuse-in fact it only got worse. Black eyes, sprained wrists, rough grabs, shoves, and hits.

Burns.

Luke whimpers his way through those-he knows he and his mom have tried, but without physical proof, there's nothing anyone in power can do, and Luke has heard abuse victims, especially kids, rarely come forward.

What's worse is that he and his mom are fighting-not about his soulmate, but about his love of music. Music had given him an escape from the pain he was experiencing day after day. It helped him cope and get through. He had written countless songs for his soulmate-reams and reams of songs that he hoped would help in some little way.

Luke figured if he got his music out there, maybe somehow, his soulmate would hear it, they would find each other, and then Luke could keep them safe.

But his mom thought it was more important for him to finish school, find a good job, and then he would have better resources to help himself.

Luke disagreed-his stuff was good, he knew it was. And if he got it out now, made it big, there was a better chance that was one less day his soulmate was hurting.

He had never seen himself as the white knight-but this was his soulmate, the person he was tied to, and if he save just one person, it was going to be them.

So why on Earth should Luke worry about math when he could do something?

It lead to another big, knock down fight-and even then, as Luke pedaled away, he knew his mom would never lay a hand on him, would never hurt him-not physically anyways. But her lack of belief in his talent, his staunch adherence to 'how things are supposed to be' hurt him emotionally.

It sucked to leave, but he knew he had to get out, to save not only his soulmate, but himself. Even as he whispered apologies to the air as the hunger pangs and cooler temperatures set in-Luke knew he was doing the right thing.

~

He was busking at the pier-sure he'd prefer to be shipping a demo to every producer and label in town, but for that, he needed money, so busking and the odd shift at the diner where they paid him under the table made that work-and kept him from starving as hr squat in an abandoned garage.

It was a slow day honestly-the winter months meant less traffic, and Luke was considering packing it in, seeing if maybe the gym where he got a cheap membership had a shower free-honestly the only reason he had gotten said membership.

One more hour, and then he'd take his meagre earnings out for a burger. Maybe splurge on a milkshake.

He was just strumming idly when a gaunt figure came up to him, swaying a little to the music. Luke played a little louder, deciding on an old classic that always made people smile, and this stranger was no different.

His smile was lovely-wide and bright, with remarkably good teeth. But his eyes-they were hollow, like this dude had seen some sight you know?

So Luke played his heart out-if only to brighten this guys day; he looked like he needed it.

As he finished, the guy clapped loudly, but then looked sheepish. "I wish I had some coins to tip you with, but I'm a little low on funds."

"It's cool," Luke said with a shrug. "Money is great and all, but I want my music to reach as many people as I can. Touching people's hearts is way better than getting them to empty their wallets."

"Rad," the guys said.

"You got any requests?" Luke asked. "Slow day, rather play for an appreciative audience."

The guys blushed quite prettily, and Luke could feel his cheeks aching from how hard that made him smile. Sure him, the guy was cute, and he liked his music, what more could you ask for?

"Play me one of yours," he finally said. "I bet you have some."

"Tons," Luke admitted. "One condition though-tell me your name."

"Why?"

"Curiosity?"

"Oh it's Reggie. I'm Reggie."

"My name is Luke. And this is Crooked Teeth."

He sang the song he'd written after his soulmate had gotten braces-all about their shared pain, and how much Luke would love their smile, crooked teeth and all. It was kind of silly, but he always had a fondness for it.

Reggie clapped even louder for that. "Oh man, as a person who suffered through braces, you got it down pat! It sucked! But my smile is rather lovely now right?" He flashed Luke a cheeky grin.

"Devastating," Luke admitted. He was about to ask Reggie if he had any other requests when he saw Reggie roll up the sleeves of his flannel. Showing of his forearms-forearms that had a few circular scars-burns-that Luke knew well.

He had felt every one of them being administered after all.

"Reggie-" Luke started, his voice shaking. "Reggie...about five years ago, did your soulmate get a twisted ankle?"

"Um...yeah?" Reggie answered, looking perplexed. "Really odd too, because they rarely ever got hurt. I did that enough for the both of us I guess."

Luke put his six string down, taking a step towards Reggie. "And...when you were around five, did you scrape your knee really bad?"

"What five year old didn't?"

"I hadn't," Luke admitted. "But my soulmate did. That was the first bit of pain I felt through our link. Just like I felt every time they got their braces done." He took another step forward then. "Every bump, scrape. Shove, push, hit...Reggie I felt everything."

"Oh god," Reggie swore, lifting a hand to his mouth. "Oh god, I am so sorry."

Luke pulled him in for a hug then, the overwhelming feeling of home washing over him. Oh, that's what his mom meant. Suppose he owed her an apology-about a lot of things. "Why? It's not your fault." Whoever did all those terrible, awful things to you-it's their fault."

"But I didn't stop him, even though I knew you felt it. I didn't leave, even when it got really bad. I could have..." Reggie sobbed then, burying his face into Luke's shoulder.

"Ssssh, it's okay. You're with me now, I'll keep you safe." Luke promised. "You never have to go back there again."

"I can't...I don't...thank you," Reggie finally sighed.

Luke held him tighter, the two of them clinging to one another as they cried for the years of torment and abuse, the sadness of what they had endured, the rightness of finally being together once more.

Then their stomachs growled and they broke apart laughing.

"Man I'm starving," Luke said, smiling at Reggie. "What's your favourite thing to eat?"

"This might sound silly, but chocolate chip cookies?" Reggie admitted.

Luke barked out a laugh, gathering his stuff and taking Reggie's hand. "Well I just happen to know the best place in all of LA to get them. Come on, let's go home."

Reggie smiled, grasping his hand tighter. "With you? I'm already there."

[kenobivirgin69]

I should be sleeping, but instead I'm making edits 😗✌️

[kenobivirgin69]

Yall I'm sick so enjoy this peterpatter edit I made 😗✌️