Here you go Lilly. <3

Once again, I'm sure you noticed the boys are changing again. I tweaked their personalities a bit, along with their looks and fashion.

Enjoy~ my little Heartbreakers!

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"Why do you need my help?" Cupid asks you, crossing his arms over his chest, tilting his head in confusion.

"I feel like I'll mess it up.. Please Cupid? You know how much I like him!" You reply, trying to hide your flustered cheeks.

The small bat on the angel's shoulder snickered a little, before nuzzling his fuzzy cheek against Cupid's neck. Making himself comfortable in the love god's scarf.

Cupid smiles. "Aww, aren't you cute. Sure, I can help you out! But don't ever rush love okay? It takes a lot of trust, and honesty." He removes his apron, giving you a thumbs up before stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. 

You hid yourself behind the kitchen door to watch the angel do his work, Cupid was always someone you could rely on. You trusted him.

As much as you loved Romeo, the lust incarnate, you knew he would  fluster you like no tomorrow. You didn't trust him to hook you up with his older brother.

And Amour.. As sweet as he was you knew he didn't exactly have the best view on love. Only an eye for blades.

And death.

Cupid skips over to the heart broken skeleton, who was currently laying on the leather couch in the living room. His arms behind his head, sockets closed and the same usual scowl on his face.

"Lockheart." Cupid shakes his shoulders, propping a hand on his hip.

"What the f*ck do you want you f*cking poptart?" He mutters back, opening one of his sockets in irritation. Revealing his beautiful scarlet iris.

"Well, I needed to speak with you about something."

"Can't your f*cking boyfriend talk to you or some shit? Go talk to him bat f*cker." He rolls on his side, middle finger high in the air.

The angel rolls his eyes. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. It's about y/n."

The devil lifts a brow. "What about her?" He didn't sound too irritated, he must had been cranky from being woken from his nap.

"Well.. I was hoping you'd get off your grouchy butt and talk to her. She really likes you, you know." Cupid does his signature smile.

The horned skeletons cheeks flush a slight cherry red. "Really? Why? You're not f*cking with me are you?"

"No, dummy. Besides I only lay with vampires remember? Please, take her out tonight. It'd really cheer her up!" The angel giggles.

"You're f*cking weird. Fine.. I'll take her out, but don't wake me up for stupid shit again or I'm punching those shitty hearts off your puffy f*cking face." He narrows his eyes, finally standing.

"Touch him and I'll shove those high heels up your ass." Hallow cuts in, his arms around the angel's waist, he stares down at the devil with a lidded grin.

"Get staked." Lock responds, throwing on his white leather jacket, rolling up the sleeves.

"Get f*cked." Hallow winks, sticking out his candy colored tongue with a snicker.

You squeak once the heeled devil makes his way passed you down the hall, his tail bouncing behind him with every step.

"F*ck you." Lock hisses over his shoulder.

"No thanks, you're not my type." The vampire sends him a finger gun.

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You sat on the porch with your hands in your lap, while the horned ex angel sat next to you, he tosses his cigarette aside and turns to look at you.

"Hey, angel. Do you want to go get something to eat? I know this little cafe that Fear owns. I don't know if he's working or not, but.. You interested?" He asks you, cheeks that cute soft shade of red again.

You smile and gently lace your fingers with his warm ones, being careful of his red claws. "I'd love too."

He sends you a rare small smile of his, he stands, helping you up as well. He returns his hands in his pockets, you arm wrapped around his as the two of you walk down the driveway.

"Its good to see him happy again." Cupid sighs a happy sigh, his sockets tearing up.

An arm wraps around his shoulders, a happy hum coming from the figure next to him. Amour nods in agreement.

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On the walk to the cafe, which wasn't that far from their mansion actually. Was a nice one.

Lock walked silently next to you, keeping an eye on things, his raging body heat kept you warm even with the cold breeze. His heels clicked loudly on the cement, while your sneakers tapped against it softly.

He kept his wings hidden in public, but you knew they were there, the tattoo under his neck showed proof of them.

Only a few people were out today, most walking their dogs or taking their kids to the part nearby. A couple of joggers past you as well.

"Hey, I know I'm not the easiest to get along with.. But I've got to ask.. Why me angel? How come you've picked me out of all of the dumbasses in our house?" He asks suddenly, not caring about his language around the kids by the park.

You lean more into him. "Because I know you'll protect me, and you're the hottest one in the house. I know you're actually a softy who likes romance just as much as me and Cupid." You wink, his cheeks flush red again.

He goes quiet, but seems happy with your answer. You can tell he wants to smile, but doesn't out of reputation.

Plus, if he smiles you're pretty sure his face would break.

"Sir, there are children here! You can't use that language!" A woman calls after your date in anger.

The two of you stop, Lock's eye twitches as he spins on his heel to give the middle aged woman a fiery glare.

"Why don't you shut the f*ck up you monkey d*ck!? Who gives a shit smear about those bastards you call children? Kiss my lack of ass you plaid shirt wearing hoe bag!" He snarls, steam flaring from his non nose once he finishes.

The woman walks away in shock, her eyes wide and her children giggling. One of them even asked what a hoe bag was making you laugh lightly.

He continues walking next to you like nothing happened, keeping an even pace with you, but his tail swished with attitude for the remainder of the walk.

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He sits across from you once at the cafe, his coffee black and boiling hot. Just the way he likes it.

You drank a cup of your favorite hot drink slowly as to not burn yourself. Occasionally snaking on the pastry Fear had given you as a bonus.

"That was really funny you know, at the park?" You smile, leaning you arms on the table.

"Glad ya think so. And screw her, she was a bitch anyway." He rolls his eyes with a slight chuckle.

"So, you really like me huh?" He says suddenly, his sockets half lidded, a soft smirk on his face, revealing those sharp teeth that gave you shivers.

Your blush makes him laugh lightly, its a pleasant sound that isn't heard often.

"That's okay Angel cakes. I think you're pretty cute too." He winks.

You squeak and hide your face, the devil across from you chuckles, tapping his heel on the floor below the two of you.

When you peek through your fingers, your blush only worsened once you saw his sharp, red ecto tongue lick the coffee off his upper 'lip', the gold piercing shimmered in the lighting of the cafe.

You squeaked and pulled your hood over your head and face, While Lockheart looked over at you in amusement and confusion.

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Once back at the mansion, the two of you sat in the living room, you head in his lap while he scrolled through channels.

He picked some corny monster movie and ran his long fingers though your hair softly. You had wrapped yourself in one of his wings.

He pecks your forehead and turns back to the movie with a soft smile, you sigh and close your eyes.

This was one of your better dates, you really hoped you get another.

End..! Hope you enjoyed!

(Soft Lockheart is best Lockheart)