Sick! Lockheart x reader.
Not a request, but this is for the LH lovers, its strange that he has fangirls now.
He and I love you guys though.
Why is he sick? Idk, got the idea when I randomly had a sneezing fit. -.-
(Hope ya love the moodboard, I made it while I was bored. Hopefully it's there.)
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Cupid awoke to a loud growl, and something falling from across the hall.
The angel sighs and throws on his pink plush robe and leaves the warmth of his bedroom to check the disturbance.
All the doors that filled the hall were shut and locked for the night.. Maybe Cyrus fell asleep standing up again, or Amour is stabbing someone again.
Cupid kept quiet and listened.
Sneeze. Growl. Sizzle.
He facepalms.
Cupid runs to his twins room and unlocks the door with his spare key, only to find the newfound angel, face first on the floor, groaning.
"Lockheart.. What am I going to do with you." Cupid sighs, and struggles to pick up the shorter edgy version of himself off of the floor.
Cupid tosses him on his bed. "My goodness... You're as cold as death.. Did Amour get to you?" He lifts Lock's sheet to check for blood.
There was none.
"Okay.. By process of elimination, you're sick. I told you not to stay outside that long! You know what the cold does to you." Cupid huffs and takes a glove off to put a bare hand between the horns.
"Just as expected.. Your body heat dropped. You're supposed to be 3000 degrees.. Not 20.. This is far worse than I thought."
Cupid put his glove back over his hand and grabbed Locks phone off his bedside table.
He knew just who to call.
.....No not the ghost busters, we all love Jasper, don't we?
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You were currently laying lazily in your bed, watching Netflix on your laptop, staying up late as you usually did.
You paused the movie/show that you were watching when your phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Y/n? Thank goodness you're awake. Listen, Lockheart is running a cold, do you think you can keep an eye on him while I look for the potion that'll make him feel better?" Cupid asks, sounding worried, yet tired.
Well.. It was five in the morning.
"Running a cold? What does that even mean?" You ask.
"I knew you'd understand. Be here as soon as possible. I'm sending an idiot to pick you up now!"
*click*
Did he really just hang up on you?
You tossed your phone aside and went to make yourself look presentable.
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You sat on your couch waiting impatiently, wasn't this an emergency?! Where the hell was everyone!?
Right before you could send an angry text to a confusing pixie, a gust of smoke appeared in your living room.
A tiny white bat stared at you, it looking tired and grumpy, until the smoke swirled and Hallow took the bat's place.
"He sent you?" You ask.
Hallow nods. "Unfortunately. I vas the only one avake. Anyvay, let us go.. I'm missing Edward scissorhands.." He yawns and takes your hand and you both disappear into an orange and purple cloud.
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You now stood in the Outcast manor living room, Hallow sent you a half wave before turning into a bat and flying up to his room.
It was dim, with only a lamp or two on, Cyrus was silently charging in the corner, glowing a light green.
Asher was passed out on the couch with popcorn and buncha crunch all over his face.
You snuck around him, trying not to wake the Irish bean, when Cupid was suddenly in front of you, you squeaked.
Asher only rolled over and snored into his pillow, that was covered in drool.
"There you are, now come on, I've got to get working in the potion!" Cupid whisper yells and drags you up the stairs.
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The next thing you knew, you were tosses in Lockheart's room, while Cupid shut the door behind you.
He was just like his mom, random and bossy.
You sat at the end of Lock's bed, he leaned against his headboard with his arms crossed.
You could already tell that something was wrong, his horns were a pale red, and the room was cold.
Lock's wings were folded against his back, but his feathers were ruffled and out of place.
"Why are you here? I don't need a f**king babysitter.." He growls, voice squeaking.
"Cupid--"
"Don't bring up that stupid pink lunatic, I know he put you up to this.." He sighs, voice cracking.
You send him a smile of sympathy, and gently rubbed his arm. "I don't mind taking care of you."
He blushes and shakes his head. "S-shut up idiot.. I don't need your---" He suddenly sneezes and a fireball sparks.
"Damn it." He huffs and falls back into his bed.
You giggle, only to make him blush even more. "Do you want your pillow fluffed edgy boy?"
He rolls his eyes but nods.
You stand and fluff his pillow behind him, propping his head up.
"And your wings? Do you want me to brush them out for you?" You ask, taking the brush out of the bedside table.
He rolls his eyes yet again and sticks out his left wing, it almost taking up half of his room.
You smile and sit next to him, pulling his large wing into your lap to brush it. Being careful, since you know how sensitive they are.
He's still getting used to them by the way. He still doesn't fully understand why he even has them.
After brushing the left one for a while, you had to get to the right one, as you did, it looks like you accidentally pulled a feather.
Lockheart covers his mouth to silence a almost loud moan.
"Are you okay? You're not gonna throw up are you?" You ask him, setting the brush aside.
He nods and quickly rolls over on his side, facing away from you, you couldn't see it, but his face was beginning to blush a light red.
"Where is Cupid with that stupid potion!?" He groans, gritting his teeth. "Its freezing a**.."
"Lock? What did Cupid mean that you're running a cold?"
He sighs. "Its basically the opposite of a fever.. I get freezing and if my body temperature gets below 900, I Basically have a common cold until my body heat returns to normal.. That's what Cupid's dumb potion is supposed to do.."
You nod and rub his back, between his wings to help him relax and calm down.
He takes in a deep breath (somehow) and sighs, letting his eyelids droop.
You smile and lay next to him, feeling suddenly tired yourself, before you knew it, you were out like a light.
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You wake up to see Coby running passed Lock's bedroom door, terrified, and a angry Lockheart blowing fire after him.
You look to the side and see an empty potion bottle on his desk, and a note.
You pick up the note.
Y/n, thanks for tolerating me and my disgusting self last night. You know I hate anyone who sees my weaknesses.. But, thank you for being there when ma couldn't.
I'll never forget it.
I owe ya.
But, never speak of this to any of the guys or I'll end you.
Broken hearts and cherry poptarts,
-Lockheart Valentine.
End. :3