Inspired by a one shot on ao3, But with my own twist!

This one is short, but I hope you enjoy!

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Lockheart always seemed to be irritated with everything. Everything seemed to piss him off no matter how small it was.

The horned skeleton had anger issues, there was no denying that. None of those stupid anger management classes seemed to work, they only seemed to make his marrow boil more.

Perhaps he was just angry at the world. Or there was just a burning fire in his soul that fueled his anger.

Anger wasn't healthy, he knew this. But he couldn't help it, he hated everything. Everything sucked and everyone seemed to rub their happiness in his face.

Cupid decided it would be best if he got out of the house, just to get some fresh air and maybe have some alone time. So, he sent his younger brother out to get a few things.

Lockheart reluctantly agreed. He didn't feel like driving today, so he decided to walk. He lacked his heels, instead wearing his lucky red pair of converse.

As he walked down the sidewalk he glared at the humans and monsters who passed him. Hands in his pockets, red eyes flared in annoyance, tail held above the ground.

If anyone steps on it again he's gonna punch out someone's lights.

A few people stared at the crack along his face, to which he hissed at them to make them look the other way.

An older woman looked at his horns in horror, claiming he was a spawn of hell. To which he ignored with an eye roll.

He was in the parking lot when it happened, he was looking down at his cell phone with its vibrantly red case. The screen had a crack matching the one on his face.

'I'm at the store. What shit do you need'? He texts the angel in pink with a frown.

Suddenly a figure bumped into him, wrapping their arm around his. He hated being touched.. He badly wanted to lash out maybe blow his breath of fire, but when his eyes locked with the human holding him, his instincts kicked in.

It was a human female, she was maybe a foot or two taller than he was. Her hair was a shiny shade of h/c, resting on her shoulders.

From the look on her face.. She seemed to be scared?

"The hell is wrong with you?" His gruff voice asks.

The human looks up at him. "I'm sorry for just grabbing you! But.. I think some one's been following me." She whispers. ".. They have been for the last two blocks."

He looks over her shoulder and narrows his eyes, and sure enough there is a figure lingering not to far back. Peeking behind the bushes.

He scoffs. "Alright.. Just go inside the store and wait.. I'll take care of this creep." He smirks, revealing his sharp teeth, as he clasps his fist in his other hand.

"Thank you so much! Please be careful.. Who knows what their capable of!" The woman pulls her arm from his, and quickly ducks into the convenient store.

Lockheart grins, standing his ground as the figure slowly comes closer. Their steps are eerily quiet.

His tail is perked, fists ready to break the creep's nose. He had been waiting to blow off some of his anger and this was perfect.

The figure came closer, their hands behind their back as they crept closer, their eyes glowing in the shadows.

They were a monster? Oh well more fun for him. Wouldn't be the first time he's had dust on his hands.

Why would a monster chase after a human? Normally they kept to themselves. Afraid of conflict, afraid to be taken by human law.

"C'mon ya freak. You think its funny to chase a poor dame? Let's see ya pick on someone you're own size." Lockheart grins as they grow closer, almost three feet away now.

Lockheart's smile widens, only for it to fall along with his fighting stance and anger.

Low and behold it was the angel of blood. Amour grinned at him. "Hi there Eros. Still planning on kicking my ass?" He asks, his soft voice just a eerie as his eyes.

"Amour? What the f*ck. What have I told you about stalking people!? What would you're therapist say?" Lockheart huffs and crosses his arms.

His baby brother shrugs his shoulders. "My shrink doesn't understand love at first sight.. Besides, none of his treatment works on me. You can't fix the broken can you?" Amour tilts his head.

"..could you please leave this girl alone? You're really freaking her out. The poor thing is terrified."

Amour taps his chin. "Maybe.. For a price."

The fallen angel huffs. "Alright.. What do you want?"

"Strawberry pockey. Four boxes of it, and I'll leave her alone. If I don't see it on my bed in two hours I'll cut her free of all of her woes." Amour smirks.

"Alright fine you f*cking nut case I'll get your stupid shit. Go home, now."

Amour grins. "Pleasure doing business with you.." And without another word, the angel of blood silently walks down the street in the opposite direction, humming quietly to himself.

The horned skeleton shivers. "Gah.. Creepy bastard."

"Are they gone?" The same human from before asks, stepping out of the store.

"Yeah.. They're gone. You don't have to worry about em anymore.." He rests his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you so much! Um.."

"Lockheart." He replies.

"Lockheart! Thank you.. Again I'm sorry for just.. Grabbing you out of nowhere." The girl rubs the back of her neck.

"No worries, glad I could help. Hey, you didn't see any pockey I'm there did you?"

"Pockey? Yeah I think so why?" The human asks.

"Just somethin' on the list." He shrugs his shoulders. "Have a great day okay? Maybe I'll see you around." He walks into the store.

The girl stood there in confusion, but was happy the skeleton took care of the problem.

End..! I hope you enjoyed!