skygemspeaks:

Imagine:

Lucien is having a good day.

Which isn’t really rare, actually. He has awesome parents, a pretty cool older sister, cool friends. He may like to act like a dick sometimes, but he likes his life.

But anyways, back to the point. Lucien is having a good day.

He’s sat in the Coffee Spoon, fiddling with his phone while he waits for Mat to prepare his order. He and and Amanda and their parents were having a movie night, and they’d send him out for drinks.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, some jackass pulls out the chair across from him, and sits down at his table.

Lucien looks up, kinda annoyed, only to freeze when he sees the face smiling back at him.

It’s an older man. He’s handsome, with salt and pepper hair and a neat suit. He has a suitcase on the floor next to him. He looks like he’s just left work.

“The fuck do you want?” demands Lucien, surreptitiously taking a glance around. The place is practically deserted, which is admittedly pretty rare. Mat is busy making Lucien’s order, but Lucien’s tone must have alerted him, he keeps darting glances towards their table.

Lucien shoots him a look, and Mat nods once, before turning and disappearing into the back.

“Now Lucien,” says the man, bringing Lucien’s attention back to him. “Is that any way to talk to your father?”

Lucien sneers.

“What right do you have to call yourself my father?” demands Lucien. “After everything you’ve done!?”

The man’s face crumples into an expression of sadness that is so fake, Lucien wants to gag.

“Please believe me, Lucien. It was never my intention to hurt you or your mother-”

Lucien slams his fist on the table, and the man jumps back, startled.

Mat, who’s just returned, also looks surprised at the display of violence.

“Stop. Misgendering. My. FATHER,” he grinds through clenched teeth, eyes blazing.

The man opens his mouth, as if to say something else, but is cut off when the bell over the door to the cafe jingles, announcing a new customer.

Lucien’s eyes flit over to see who it is, and he immediately feels relief course through him when he sees messy red curls and smiling blue eyes.

MC sees them, and immediately rushes over, a warm smile on his face for Lucien.

He seems to be out of breath, and Lucien is struck with the realization that Mat must have called him here.

Had he run the whole way?

“Lucien, I came to see what was taking so long, dude. At this rate, the popcorn’s gonna be stale by the time we get back,” he says with a laugh, his voice sounding deceptively normal and not as if he’d just run over from the other end of the cul-de-sac. He turns back to the man sitting across from Lucien. “And who might you be?”

His smile is friendly, and his hand on Lucien’s shoulder is reassuring.

The other man smiles, and there’s something predatory about him.

“I’m Lucien’s father,” he introduces, holding a hand out.

“Oh…really?” asks MC, scratching his head in mock confusion, and not taking the offered handshake. “You know…I could have sworn I was his father. Lucien, are you replacing me?”

Lucien can’t help the chuckle that escapes him at MC’s words.

“I have no clue what the guy is on about, Dad,” he says, looking up at MC and leaning a little closer to him. “I think he may be delusional or something. I’ve never seen him before in my life.”

MC’s smiles goes all soft and mushy for a second when Lucien calls him dad, just like it always does.

Then, he turns to look at the man who is staring at them both with an enraged expression.

The smile slowly becomes predatory as MC leans towards the man, acting as something of a barrier between him and Lucien.

“Well then, Mr Stranger,” he says, voice low and dangerous. “I suggest you turn around and walk right out that door, before I change my mind and drag you down to the police station for harassing my son. Who, may I remind you, is still a minor.”

The man splutters, as if lost for words, looking back forth between the two.

Finally, he stands up with an indignant huff and stomps out the door.

As soon as he’s out of sight, Lucien and MC collapse into fits of laughter.

Mat smiles as he brings over their drinks, and Lucien notices he’s thrown in a couple pieces of Right Said Banana Bread as well.

As Lucien and MC walk home after that, they come to a silent agreement not to tell Damien about what had happened, not wanting to upset him.

As soon as they step through the door, Damien descends upon them, hands fluttering worriedly over them and asking why MC had left the house in such a hurry.

MC just laughs, saying that Lucien had called him in a panic, only for MC to arrive at the Coffee Spoon and find out that the only problem was that Lucien hadn’t taken enough change with him to pay for their order.