Snapshots: Volume 1

by MetisLeigh

Summary:

Some of the best moments in life are the little ones. A collection of short fics based on prompts.

Notes:

Hey there, Misfits!

Since I'm pushing back the release of the remaining chapters of Couple's Goals, I wanted to upload something to keep you all fed in the time being. Hope you all enjoy these bite-sized treats! ^_^

Chapter 1: M&M: First Date Jitters

Millie’s hand wouldn’t stop shaking.

She gripped her wrist with her free hand as she applied her mascara and barely managed to avoid poking her eye with the wand.  She kept smearing her lipstick.  It was a fresh tube too, and she’d already applied more of it to her cheeks than her lips.  She cursed as she furiously dabbed sweat from her forehead before it could ruin the rest of her makeup.  Somehow, she managed to get through it all looking somewhat put together.

Now all she had to do was avoid gnawing on her manicured nails as she paced her apartment and waited.

She was excited, of course. 

This was the first date she had since . . .

She shook her head to clear her ex from her thoughts.  She was not about to let him mess up this night for her.  Especially since her new date was a considerable upgrade.  She was still having a hard time believing it and had to pinch herself a few times. 

Moxxie asked her out.

Moxxie asked her out!  

She didn’t know what a sweet, cute little gentleman like him saw in her.  Folks of his class usually looked down on her kind.  Fuckin’ stuck up pricks!  But Moxxie was never anything but polite to her.  Always pulling out a chair or holding a door open for her.  Didn’t scoff or roll his eyes at her accent or vernacular.  If anything, he seemed to adore it.  She thought she might’ve scared him away every time their eyes met and he quickly looked away.  Admittedly, she’d been looking at him for far longer than could be considered polite and she was worried that she’d offended him.  When he had approached her desk, she braced herself for a telling off, but instead he stood nervously scratching the back of his neck and darting his eyes about as he stammered out a suggestion that maybe they could get together for dinner, sometime, if she wanted to . . .

She barely held herself back from screaming YES at the top of her lungs.

And now he’d be here any moment!

What was she going to do?  She’d never been on a date with someone like him before.  What if she messed up?  What if she did or said something stupid and embarrassed herself?  Or worse – embarrassed him?  What if going on a date only made him realize that he didn’t like her at all?  What if-?

She was jolted from her thoughts by a knock at the door. 

She took a deep breath and a moment to smooth her dress before answering.

She didn’t know how he did it, but Moxxie was somehow cleaned up nicer than he normally was.  Faint cologne wafted up from beneath his pristine bowtie and he clutched a gorgeous bouquet of wild flowers in one hand while his other arm was tucked behind his back.  His eyes lit up as he took her in.  “Millie, you look beautiful.”

He went stiff and his eyes widened.   “I – I mean, you’re always beautiful!  But tonight, you’re . . . you . . I mean . . . oh crumbs.”

Millie was taken aback as she watched him frantically look about and tug at his tie, but slowly, the nerves that had been squeezing her heart faded.  She placed her hands to her chest as warmth spread through her.

This was going to be the best first date of her life.

Chapter 2: Blitzo: Being a Dad

Summary:

Loona's sick!

Loona really didn’t need this shit.  She felt awful enough as she cocooned herself in her bedsheets.  Her snout poked out from under the blanket but it didn’t do her much good with her nose being plugged up.  Her head was pounding and her throat was so raw that swallowing was agonizing.  She curled her fluffy tail around herself to try and stop the chills running through her body, but she just kept shivering.

Stupid fuckin’ Moxxie.  This was all his fault.  The obnoxious imp had gotten himself sick and spread it to  her – and only her.  Blitzo and Millie somehow avoided catching it while she was left feeling like death warmed over.  Her aching body barely allowed her to get a wink of sleep and if that wasn’t enough of a “fuck you specifically,” Moxxie slept for three days straight and felt right as rain when he finally woke up.  Fucking figures that the asshole that got her sick had been asleep for the entirety of his illness, barely suffering the symptoms that left her exhausted and miserable.

Stupid.  Fucking.  Moxxie.

She started to growl but her sore throat put a stop to that immediately, causing her to be racked with painful coughs.  She was so fucking over this.  It’d been nearly a week and she didn’t feel any better than she did on day one.

And then – there was Blitzo.    

He’d morphed from his normal irritating and overbearing self into a doting whirlwind at her first sniffle.  He was constantly at her bedside, leaving only to get her soup and keep her water topped off, so it was a bit strange at how quiet the room was.  She had just woken up from an entirely too short nap and expected that he’d still be there to needlessly fluff her pillow or smother her with baby-talk.  She poked one of her ears out from under the blanket and swiveled it back and forth.  It was silent save for her breathing and soft movement.  She turned her ear to the door but the usual sound of him hastily moving about the kitchen was gone. 

Good.  Maybe she could get back to sleep. 

She was about to draw the blanket back over her ears when the lock on their apartment door clicked.  Her ears perked up and swiveled toward the sound, barely hearing the hinge creak.  An intruder?  Fuckin’ great.  Well, she had her pistol in her bedside table and maybe tearing up some asshole trying to sneak in would –

“Oh shit shit.  Fuck.”

Oh, nope.  Just Blitzo.  Couldn’t be quiet if his life depended on it, but he was trying at least, whispering his panicked swears as he fumbled inside.  His arms were full of bags by the sound of it and he released a sigh when he set them on the counter.  He then got to work making dinner . . . or was it lunch?  Fuck if she knew.  She couldn’t even tell what day it was anymore.  She pulled the blanket over her head and tried to drown out the noise, but it wasn’t long until there was a soft knock on her door.

“Loonie Toonie?  Are you awake?”

“Uggh . . .!”

That answered that.  He slowly opened her door.  “Got somethin’ that’ll make ya feel better.”

“Is it news of Moxxie’s agonizing and well-overdue demise?” She croaked.

“Well, no, but the night is young.”

She chuckled, wincing as her throat burned.  Her stuffy nose picked up a whiff of food as he approached her bed and set the tray he was carrying on her nightstand.  “Got some fancy-ass soup and medicine from Stolas.”

“More soup.  Fuckin’ yay . . .”

“I know you’re tired of it but this shit’s actually pretty good.”

She groaned and sat up, wincing when her blanket slipped from her shoulders and a chill seized her.

“Here, I gotcha, Loonie.” Blitzo took a blanket that he’d been carrying in his tail and wrapped it around her.  It was silky and thin; seemingly useless against the cold until the red and orange runes sewn into the fabric began to glow.  She sighed as Blitzo wrapped it around her and the bitter chill gave to soothing warmth.  He fluffed her pillows and propped her up so she could eat, bringing the bowl over and scooping up a spoonful for her.

She sneered.  “Fuck off, Blitzo.  I can feed myself.”

“I know you can, but you need your energy to get better.  Please, let me.  I want you to get better.”

Ugh, he had that stupid look on his face again.  Stupid, stupid face.  But . . . it wasn’t the stupidest face she ever saw.  She rolled her eyes and leaned against the pillows.  “You better fuckin’ not tell anyone.”  She opened her mouth.

“Lips are sealed,” He wore a relieved smile as he lifted the spoon to her mouth.

Chapter 3: M&M warm up by the fire

Summary:

Enjoying some downtime after a job well done.

Note: This takes place before Mission: Antarctica

“This is nice.” Millie purred as she snuggled against Moxxie’s shoulder.

He hummed in agreement and nuzzled her back, wrapping his tail around hers.  They’d taken it upon themselves to snuggle up together under a soft quilt and enjoy a roaring fire in the cabin’s living room; all of which formerly belonged to their target.  He was a hunter that tightly clung to traditional beliefs and would occasionally make game of his fellow man.  Anyone that didn’t hold to the views he had was deemed a perverted deviant unworthy of life.  They were no better than mindless beasts to be slaughtered, as far as he was concerned. 

The two assassins were more than happy to accept their recent client’s hit and determined a fitting demise for the vile man.  A quick death by bullet wouldn’t do, so Moxxie took out his knees and elbows instead, leaving him unable to fight back as they dragged him to a nearby grizzly’s den.  The bear was quite disgruntled at having been roused from its hibernation and had a hunger to match its ill temper.  They walked hand-in-hand as the man’s agonizing screams echoed in the cave, eventually petering out to a gurgle before being replaced by the sounds of a ravenous beast picking his flesh from his bones.  

A sweet melody as far as they were concerned and the perfect accompaniment to the pristine wonderland surrounding them.

They’d never been to earth during the winter, or at least not to a location that was cold enough to snow, and they were free to frolic now that the job was done.  They examined the snow, taking a moment to observe its feel and texture before breaking out into a lighthearted snowball fight.  They dove through snowbanks that had piled up at the base of a nearby hill, ducking and chasing each other before popping their heads up through the snow’s surface, laughing as it clung to their horns.  They continued playing until their fangs started chattering and they decided the target’s cabin was a perfect place to warm up. 

They shook the snow off and started a fire.  Moxxie got to work making hot chocolate while Millie gathered pillows and blankets for them to bundle under.  He returned from the kitchen with a steaming mug in each hand and a box of homemade cookies in his tail.  They enjoyed the sweets and each other’s company, swapping stories and happy memories as they warmed up.  They’d have to return to Hell soon, but they could ignore Blitzo blowing up their phones for just a little bit longer.

Chapter 4: Girls' Day Out!

Summary:

Loona and Octavia visit the mall.

 

Loona had been considering a new choker for a while.  She would never replace her original one.  She wouldn’t go as far as to say it had sentimental value but she couldn’t tolerate the thought of getting rid of it for more than a moment.  That said, it would be nice to switch it up every now and then.  Maybe get a bracelet and some rings as well.  She was certainly spoiled for choice and as she held up chokers of all styles to her neck, she couldn’t help but smirk as she watched Octavia in the mirror.   

The normally brooding teenager beamed as she tried on several dresses, carefully browsed the selection of spell components and magical items, and squealed at the diverse display of taxidermy.  The last one made Loona’s fur crawl a bit, but it made the princess happy, so she could tolerate it for the time being.  It was good for her to be out of the castle and away from her screeching harpy of a mother. 

The girls had a modest bounty as they left the store.  Loona got a laced black choker with a looping chain dangling from it and an onyx choker with a bone-shaped pendant in the center.  She got a few bracelets and earrings as well, which would match perfectly with the new dress Blitzo had gotten for her as an adoptiversary gift. 

Octavia picked up a few ingredients for spells and potions, as well as a blank spell book that was enchanted to boost celestial magic.  She got a new gothic dress for each day of the week and a few chokers of her own.  Loona was thankful that she decided to forgo the taxidermy for the time being.  All in all, a great girls’ day out, and they still had lunch and a movie to look forward to.  This was definitely going to be a regular thing!

Chapter 5: Girls' Night Out!

Summary:

Millie and Loona spend a night out at the bar

“Go!  Go!  Go!”

Loona had no idea how Millie did it.  By all accounts it should be physically impossible, but as the imp downed shot after shot, gaining a sizable lead on the incubus racing against her, it became apparent that Millie didn’t care about what was possible.  It didn’t matter that her opponent was three times her size, or that he was on the fast track to being the third person she drunk under the table that night.  Once that woman set her sights on something, she was sure to get it or die trying.  Loona only hoped that she had a liver to match her stubbornness, more for her sake than Millie’s.  She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Moxxie’s panicking should his wife drink herself into a coma.

Still, it was hard not to fall into the chanting of the crowd, and so she joined them in pumping her fist in the air and cheering her on as she tossed back the final shot and slammed it on the table. 

“Fuck yeah!”  Millie shouted as she hopped on the table.  “In your face, bitch!”

She threw her hands up in victory as the crowd went wild and the shamed demon tossed his shot glass on the floor.  The hounds howled as he slinked away and Millie held her arms out, looking over the crowd.  “Anyone else wanna step up?!”

Unsurprisingly, she had no further challengers.

“Shit, Old Lady!  How the fuck are you still standing?”  Loona said as she hopped from the table and walked over to her. 

“Oh, pfft!  That was nothin’!”  Millie said, waving her arm.  “This stuff ain’t nearly as hard as what we got down in Wrath.”

“Oh, yeah?  Think you can handle Bee’s nectar?  That shit’s strong enough to knock out fuckers ten-times your size.”

“Handle it?  They fuckin’ better bring some body bags cuz I ain’t gonna hold back!”

“If you say so.”  Loona chuckled.

The alcohol was finally starting to catch up to Millie and she swayed a bit as they walked over to get some food, but her coordination didn’t diminish any further than that.  She bounced back quickly once she got something other than liquor in her stomach and she proceeded to tear up the competition at the pool tables.  Billiards didn’t seem like something Loona would enjoy, but once Millie showed her how to perfect her form and shoot a few combos, she had to admit she was having more fun than she thought she would.

She’d have to take her to Bee’s next party.  She had a feeling Millie would be the second demon in history to beat the Queen at her own game.

Chapter 6: Lustful Slumber Party

Summary:

Prompt: Mayberry, Apple, and Coco have a coming out sleepover.

 

Mayberry wasn’t entirely sure what had drawn her to this part of Pentagram City.  Sinners were confined to the Pride ring, a fact that many hellborn demons took advantage of, so there were many districts throughout the city that brought a bit of the lower rings to them.  It was quite a lucrative business but she avoided them for the most part.  However, this night she felt a sudden urge to visit the Lust district.  She didn’t have a particular destination in mind once she arrived, so she wandered the streets and took in the sights, passively looking for anything that would catch her interest.

She found it in a pair of hellborn succubus demons.

They were heading her way, talking and laughing as they held hands.  They stopped in front of her, looking at her with avid interest, and she quickly stepped to the side to let them pass.  They didn’t, instead standing there and keeping their gaze on her.  This would’ve unnerved her when she was alive, but instead she was calm, enticed even.  They seemed nice enough as the three of them engaged in common pleasantries; What’s your name?  Where are you from?  Is this your first time here?  Etcetera.

They introduced themselves as Apple and Coco.  She thought them to be odd names for demons, but she’d come across a handful of unfortunately named children in her time as a teacher, so they weren’t so strange with all things considered.  They invited her to join them on their night out.  Joining strangers for a night on the town wasn’t the wisest thing to do, but something had compelled her to go out tonight, so perhaps meeting the succubi wasn’t merely by chance.

They entered a high-end looking club a few blocks away, one that her new companions were clearly well-known at, as the bouncer ushered them to the front of the line and waived the cover fee.  They settled into a private booth in the VIP section and Apple signaled for the waiter to bring them some drinks.  Mayberry limited herself to one cocktail, wanting to keep some inhibition intact, though it was more out of curiosity than self-preservation.  This was not her typical scene but she had a good idea of what was coming next. 

What she wasn’t expecting were the feelings taking over her as the performance began.  She sat rigid and felt her face heat up as the dancers grinded and twirled on the poles.  The warmth spread to other parts of her body, leaving her flustered as the dancers’ garments fell to the floor.  She clutched her glass with both hands and sucked desperate sips through her straw, despite her drink being no more than half-melted ice cubes.       

“You know, we can go somewhere a little more private if you’d like.”  Coco whispered in her ear and her skin erupted in goosebumps.

She didn’t notice the women had taken a break from each other and were now sitting on either side of her.  This would’ve been unbearably uncomfortable in her previous life, but now, it felt . . . right.  She swallowed the last bit of liquid in her glass and turned to Coco. 

“Yeah, I think we should.”

 

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“We’ve got Mad Max: Fury Road or Deadpool.  Which one you wanna watch?” 

“Hm,” Mayberry looked between the films, clutching a pillow to her chest as she sat curled up on their couch.  This was not where she expected the evening to head when they invited her to their apartment, but she couldn’t complain.  Coco entered the living room with a large bowl of popcorn and joined them on the couch.  The three of them had changed to their pajamas, with Mayberry wearing a set that Coco lent her, and were quite content to spend the rest of the night watching movies and chatting. 

“I love Deadpool but I’ve seen it five times, so Fury Road it is.”

Apple nodded and got up to put the DVD in while Coco handed her the bowl.  “So, did you like what you saw back at the club?”

“Yes, I did.” Mayberry picked up a single piece of popcorn and turned to the succubus.  “And, I like what I see.”

She gazed into Coco’s eyes as she tossed it in her mouth, chewing slowly.  She ended up missing most of Fury Road.  It was a little hard to pay attention to it when she had a succubus on top of her.