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”Two weeks? That gives me time to invite my brother as well! He’s been wanting to bring you some fish and we just haven’t found a good time for him to visit.” Willow cheers, wiggling for a moment and squeezing his hands. She melts at his next words, rubbing her nose against his. “I love you too.”

And then he was reaching for the box. Her eyes go wide as she watches him pick up the box, her breath catching in her throat as it opens. Her hands clasp over her mouth as she stares in the ring, outwardly silent while inside her heart screamed with joy.

He was proposing. He was PROPOSING! She didn’t even care that it wasn’t flashy or loud, that would likely set off her heart and being hospitalized during a proposal she imagines would ruin the moment just a touch. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t realize that her initial silence was probably alarming him, or the tears of joy that had begun flowing down her cheeks until they sprinkled on her hands.

“Yes! Yes! Oh Charlie, a hundred, a thousand, a million times yes! Yes! Yes yes yes!” She trembles, not knowing if she wanted to hug him or kiss him or just tackle him straight out before deciding on all three, tackling him and throwing her arms around his neck while she showers his face with kisses. She then presses her lips to his, kissing him deeply while one hand comes to caress his cheek before she presses her forehead to his again. “Did I say yes? Because yes. Absolutely. Positively. I love you Charlie Walker.”

Willow giggles, watching him scramble for a moment. She always adores how he melted with her affections and she could barely restrain herself from giving him more. She had to behave long enough for his brain to actually get out what he was wanting to say.

Her eyes would go wide as he speaks, bouncing in her seat as her hands frantically flap before she closes them over his and the box with a squeal. “Oh Charlie! Oh that’s wonderful! Oh I’m so excited! I can’t wait to see it! I’m sure Miles will love the idea of a community garden! How long before they break ground on it? I would love to be there when they do. Ah we could make it a party! I’ll make treats for it! A celebration of all our dreams coming true!”

She bounces again, partially from the thumping of his tail on the couch as she lifts Charlie’s hands and gives them a squeeze as she leans forward to press her forehead to his. “You’ve worked so hard for this…you should be proud of yourself. I know I am.”

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“You’re so jumpy babe! What’s wrong? Nervous?” Irene teases with a laugh, patting his shoulder. She’d take off her sunglasses, giving her hair a small shake before she moves to her seat and sits down.

“Y-yeah, um, just two more things and then we’re good.” He said, trying to keep his composure and not think about her tits against his head.

Good lord was she stacked….

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There was another person who had seen him, a far friendlier face than that of the customer and shop owner that he had just run from. She’d try her best to follow him, getting trapped behind a few people before managing to slip behind the stalls to sneak up on him. She’d approach slowly and silently before she pounces, clapping her hands over his eyes.

“Guess whooooo~?” Willow calls in a singsong voice, giggling as she bends down to press a kiss to the side of his head under his hat. “I thought fireflies don’t come out during the day!”

Lux had never been in a real crowd before. Or what would be considered real-real. None of this was animated, or film stock come to life by his own power. No, this was reality as it was said to be, and he was out and about! In daylight!

It was getting closer to evening hours, but the sun was still over the horizon. The toon had wandered into one of the festivals, catching the whiff of grilled food, the scent of fire, that seemed to call to him.

There were people who had seen him, but luckily he had the wherewithal to have put on a bigger jacket to hide himself a little. Bigger hat, puffed up collar to hide his face. This place wasn't used to seeing a living toon, after all. They'd either think he was a kid or a very short man, and that was just dandy for now!

Did make asking for a beer a little awkward, though. Not that Lux could really drink it, but he liked the color! And he could sort of taste it with his tongue when he bothered to dip it into the cup.

Only problem was, he didn't have cash! Whoops! 'Mr. Ring-a-Ding' made a mad dash when he was spotted, since the drink hadn't even been his to take. Quick footed, however, he ducked in between some stalls and snickered quietly as the customer and owner ran past.

"Pfft, better luck next time, slowpokes!"

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“Oh Mr. Ring-a-ding you’re such a charmer.” Willow melts, her antennae curling into a heart as a blush colors her cheeks. She’d lean closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder as she gazes up at him. Her hand creeps towards his, one of her fingers curling around his. She held his hand so many times before but…this felt different. Sweeter. Intimate. Like one of those cheesy romance movies.

But…the ones that come to mind are…different. Not toon. 3D and- no…no.. that couldn’t be right. They were definitely toon. Goodness she was really feeling off tonight.

She closes her eyes, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. She was just going to focus on Ring-a-ding. He was safe. Familiar. None of that confusing wishy washy that her brain was doing.

She reopens her eyes, looking up at him again. “You know Mister Ring-a-Ding, you’re the swellest guy I know. I’m glad you’re my friend.”

“Well the only one who’d slip something in my drink would’ve been you Mr. Ring-a-ding!” Willow teases. “No one is as mischevious as you are! I…I think.”

To be honest she couldn’t remember much about the other patrons of the bar they were partying in. She felt like she should. Did…did she even remember their names? She knew Sunshine Sally but….her lips twist into a grimace for a moment.

“Deal. For now, can we sit here for a little bit? I want to continue looking at the sky for a little while longer. Isn’t the moon pretty tonight?” She asks, melting back into a smile as she tilts her head back.

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Irene freezes the moment she feels his hand on her waist, stopping mid step and instead reversing to return to their embrace. She’d continue to hold him for a few moments longer, trying to do her best to be as soft, warm, and safe as she could for him right now.

She knew he had expected something else. SHE had expected something else. She had felt prepared to fly into a rage this entire time but it just…fizzled when she saw him. Then came the hurt. The sad. The insecurity. Maybe she would’ve been able to rage if he had his normal fire and spunk, able to take it and then throw her around a little until she calmed down and had a small cry. Like how it was supposed to go. How it normally went.

But this Lucifer holding onto her had the ferocity of a half drowned cat. She felt the need to take care of him, not fight him. It made her heartache and had her press her lips against his hair to whisper soft affirmations.

He’s still a good husband. She still loved him. He’s a good dad to Auryn and he loves him very very much. What happened doesn’t define him. He’s still her Lucifer. He’s still her everything.

But they couldn’t stay like that forever, not when his son was waiting to see him. As such, she’d pull away and take his hand to lead him from the room down to the nursery with a small smile. She’d open the door and Auryn looks away from the toy piano he had just been bashing on much to the amusement of the nanny towards them. He looks first to Irene, giving a wide gummy smile with the exception of his four front teeth before his eyes fixate on Lucifer. He’d roll over, immediately crawling towards Lucifer with a chant of “Dadadadadadada!”

Irene takes a deep shaky breath when he apologizes, forcing herself to relax a bit before she steps and envelops him in a tight hug. She has to bend down slightly to do it, but at least his face being swallowed by her boobs was a better excuse for him not looking at her. She presses her face into his hair, taking another deep breath and inhaling his scent.

“I forgive you.” She whispers. “Mostly. Enough. Might still punch you in the ass when you get home.”

Her arms tighten. “But…right now we’re okay. Promise.” She kisses the top of his head, letting her lips linger. “And…you’re allowed to lean on me when things get tough. You have my express permission to do so. Just..just in case you needed it. I love you.”

She continues to hold him for a moment before she steps back. “I should let you get back to Devang. It’s her vacation. But before you go, will you come see Auryn? He misses you.”

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rb to stare at a mutual like this:

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“Yes. I want soldiers. Not cripples. These are the children of the common folk. Farmers and crafters. Not warriors. This is likely the first time they’ve seen any sort of real fighting.” She says with a soft sigh, rubbing her temple. Recruit season always gave her a raging headache, or well, worsened the constant headache she always had from ruling.

“I promise I won’t meddle terribly in your methods, but no murder and no maiming. That includes bones. This is a direct order. Broken noses and minor finger and toe fractures are fine. I’ve watched recruits do that to themselves more times than I care to admit. And if a fifth or more of your recruits end up in the infirmary, then training stops for the entire unit until they’ve recovered. Hopefully that should incentivize all of you to not get too violent with each other.” She would fix Katya with a stern look. “Do you understand me Katya?”

“We need sturdier recruits, your majesty.”

“Please tell me you didn’t kill them Katya. Or horrifically maim them. We can’t replace an entire class of recruits on such short notice.” She gives an exhausted sigh. Katya was a great teacher but…if she had to replace yet another class of recruits then Katya was going to get reassigned.

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//The way Irene has been dying to flip a car and crawl out of the burning wreckage to get into a fist fight like Miss girl you don’t even drive your own car what makes you think that’s going to happen

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“Yes my Alastor. Now eat eat eat.” Irene gives him a sweet smile and waves her hand at him.

Now that his lap was free, she’d claim it for herself. She’d use this position to capture his face in her hands, leaning forward and using small kisses to clean his face before she lets her fingers curl with a thoughtful expression.

“I forgive your crankiness.” She says softly. “The starvation…is that your curse? Or a matter of you never taking care of yourself?” She tilts her head, running her thumb over his lips. “If it’s a curse…then I have a similar one. A terrible hunger that can never be truly sated. Merely quieted.”

She’s surprisingly tender in her touches and expression as she looks down at him, giving him a soft smile.

“Lucifer, you’re crabby when you’re hungry. Well eat up darling. I want my Alastor back.” Irene says, and would take one of the pastries since he seemed to be avoiding them. She’d chew on it with a happy buzz, wiggling a bit before she rolls onto her side when she notices that he’s finished.

“Feeling better?” She asks. “Did you get enough, or do you need more. You are welcome to bite me if you need.”

She reaches up a hand, plucking a crumb off his cheek to place in her mouth. “I promised to take care of you, and I’d be remiss to let you stay hungry.”

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“They should all be close. Maybe a little baggy. The sinner I think these came from was a bit more muscular than you.” Irene muses, and examines the shirts while resting a hand on his arm. Just a thoughtful touch as she hums over the selection.

“This is a nice maroon…it’s a little more purple than you normally wear but it would still look nice. And it’s silk. That will feel nice against your fur.” Irene muses, picking up a dark colored shirt. She’d pull and set it aside before her nose wrinkles at another dark colored shirt. “Forest green? With your fur? Ugh you’ll look like Christmas. Boo to that one. Ah this black might look nice! This whole stack is white which I think you normally wear so I’ll put them over here…”

She glances up at him, smiling. “What do you think?

"Right away darling~!" Irene cheers but doesn't make any moves to immediately pull her hands away from his stomach just yet, giving a happy hum as she runs her fingers through the fur. She's pause for a moment, thumb gracing over one of those sensative spots with a thoughtful stroke without seeming to realize entirely what she was doing before she finally steps back.

She lifts her hand, the small clicking of her puppet's footsteps echoing for a moment before the little thing comes trotting in bearing several shirts teleported from her manor. They're draped over it haphazardly as if it had to pull them down itself, and it trots with proud purpose up to Alastor.

"Hopefully these are your size"

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Willow jerks as if she had been slapped and Irene pulls her back in and strokes her head with a small coo.

“Ah…he’s so mean today isn’t he? Goodness. What a bad friend.” Irene whispers, shifting so Ring-a-Ding could clearly see Willow’s face should he look back towards them.

“Irenie…” Willow would be whimpering pitifully, trying her best to be quiet to not upset Ring-a-Ding. “He’s lying to me…why is he lying to me…do you think he’s mad at me? What did I do?”

“Oh my little weeping Willow. You can’t let some bug faced mistake of nature make you cry like this. God will smite him for it.” Irene coos, wiping her face.

Willow would immediately give Irene an entire look and Irene would shake her head. “I haven’t kicked him today. I promise.” Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. “I think he’s grouchy because he hasn’t had as much Willow time as he normally does. And hungry. Maybe you two should watch a movie together?”

Willow brightens, looking back at Lux with a smile.

“Ah, Mr. Ring-a-ding, we have some time, why don’t we watch a movie? If you don’t feel up to watching it, you could lay your head on my lap and let me pet your head until your headache goes away.”

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Willow giggles, watching him scramble for a moment. She always adores how he melted with her affections and she could barely restrain herself from giving him more. She had to behave long enough for his brain to actually get out what he was wanting to say.

Her eyes would go wide as he speaks, bouncing in her seat as her hands frantically flap before she closes them over his and the box with a squeal. “Oh Charlie! Oh that’s wonderful! Oh I’m so excited! I can’t wait to see it! I’m sure Miles will love the idea of a community garden! How long before they break ground on it? I would love to be there when they do. Ah we could make it a party! I’ll make treats for it! A celebration of all our dreams coming true!”

She bounces again, partially from the thumping of his tail on the couch as she lifts Charlie’s hands and gives them a squeeze as she leans forward to press her forehead to his. “You’ve worked so hard for this…you should be proud of yourself. I know I am.”

“I do.” Willow giggles and leans into his judge, closing her eyes as she nuzzles him in return. “That’s why I’m making them sunflowers. They’re also quickly becoming mine because every time I look at them, I think of you.”

She kisses his cheek, then nuzzles him again with a small giggle. “I hope so. If not, well, I guess I’ll just have to knit more things.”

She then pulls away, setting the pot holder on the table. “Now, you said you have good news?”

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“I do.” Willow giggles and leans into his judge, closing her eyes as she nuzzles him in return. “That’s why I’m making them sunflowers. They’re also quickly becoming mine because every time I look at them, I think of you.”

She kisses his cheek, then nuzzles him again with a small giggle. “I hope so. If not, well, I guess I’ll just have to knit more things.”

She then pulls away, setting the pot holder on the table. “Now, you said you have good news?”

“Oh! I was making some pot holders for the house!” Willow chirps with delight, setting the flowers down on the table before picking up the sunflower holder and placing it in his hand for him to feel. She was happy to let him stall for a moment, and she wanted his opinion on the pot holders anyways. “I have a few patterns for sunflower themed ones.”

The one placed in his hand was still half made but he’d be able to feel the knobby stitches she used for the middle and then the smooth stitches she was currently using for the petals. “I thought we could decorate our house with flower themed things. Or at least a few flower themed things. You know…make it feel a little bit more like a home once we’re all done moving in. So what do you think? Do you like the feel of this one? Or do you think I should make one that more like…square. I thought you’d like this one cause you can feel how it’s a flower.”

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“We need sturdier recruits, your majesty.”

“Please tell me you didn’t kill them Katya. Or horrifically maim them. We can’t replace an entire class of recruits on such short notice.” She gives an exhausted sigh. Katya was a great teacher but…if she had to replace yet another class of recruits then Katya was going to get reassigned.

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Irene takes a deep shaky breath when he apologizes, forcing herself to relax a bit before she steps and envelops him in a tight hug. She has to bend down slightly to do it, but at least his face being swallowed by her boobs was a better excuse for him not looking at her. She presses her face into his hair, taking another deep breath and inhaling his scent.

“I forgive you.” She whispers. “Mostly. Enough. Might still punch you in the ass when you get home.”

Her arms tighten. “But…right now we’re okay. Promise.” She kisses the top of his head, letting her lips linger. “And…you’re allowed to lean on me when things get tough. You have my express permission to do so. Just..just in case you needed it. I love you.”

She continues to hold him for a moment before she steps back. “I should let you get back to Devang. It’s her vacation. But before you go, will you come see Auryn? He misses you.”

“I know but I don’t want to. I want…I want to be your wife. To love you and cherish you.” Irene’s voice is strained as her hand falls to his shoulder, fiddling with the collar of his shirt as she was one to do. “But that’s also a two way street and if…if you had changed your mind…”

She falls quiet with the exception of her attempts to hide her sniffles. She clears her throat before speaking again.

“And that’s fine and dandy, but you were just…we just…how was I supposed to know something hadn’t happened to you again?” She whispers, hand trembling against his collar. “That you weren’t…like that. Again. Somewhere. And this time I would have been too late? You scared me Lucifer.”

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“Well the only one who’d slip something in my drink would’ve been you Mr. Ring-a-ding!” Willow teases. “No one is as mischevious as you are! I…I think.”

To be honest she couldn’t remember much about the other patrons of the bar they were partying in. She felt like she should. Did…did she even remember their names? She knew Sunshine Sally but….her lips twist into a grimace for a moment.

“Deal. For now, can we sit here for a little bit? I want to continue looking at the sky for a little while longer. Isn’t the moon pretty tonight?” She asks, melting back into a smile as she tilts her head back.

Willow gives him a thankful smile, following him outside and sitting on the bench with a small noise. She takes a deep breath of fresh air, inflating her antennae a bit before relaxing. She would pause when she felt his hand on her cheek, smiling as she leans into his touch. She was warm to the touch, not fever warm but freshly danced warm.

“I’m doing okay now. I think that dance was just a bit energetic for me. You had me seeing stars~!” Stars would appear above her hand, circling her head for a moment as she giggles. She’d sober after a moment, clasping her hands together.

“I just…felt a little funny in there. My mind is all…scrambled like some eggs but it must just be the night. Or maybe that lemonade had a little something extra teehee~” Her hand comes up to cover his as she looks up at him, the moon reflecting in her sparkling eyes. “But I’m alright. Promise.”

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“Oh! I was making some pot holders for the house!” Willow chirps with delight, setting the flowers down on the table before picking up the sunflower holder and placing it in his hand for him to feel. She was happy to let him stall for a moment, and she wanted his opinion on the pot holders anyways. “I have a few patterns for sunflower themed ones.”

The one placed in his hand was still half made but he’d be able to feel the knobby stitches she used for the middle and then the smooth stitches she was currently using for the petals. “I thought we could decorate our house with flower themed things. Or at least a few flower themed things. You know…make it feel a little bit more like a home once we’re all done moving in. So what do you think? Do you like the feel of this one? Or do you think I should make one that more like…square. I thought you’d like this one cause you can feel how it’s a flower.”

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"I am very scary when I want to be," Charlie replied, trailing closer to deliver the flowers and give a nice, contented tail waggle at each of the kisses he was offered in exchange. The flowers were an assortment of summer perennials. Colorful and vibrant and homegrown himself. Her appreciation of them brought him quite a bit of joy.

Drifting over to the couch to settle with her, the small box remained in hand. It was not a traditional box that one might have expected to have something... heavy in it. (He didn't know where to get those, really.) But there was something inside it that he thought she might enjoy all the same.

"What were you making?" Asking. Curious. He'd heard the shuffle of things that she'd set down, and maybe he was... stalling. A little bit.

Slightly nervous.