The Mafia's Bride and Groom's (fxmxmxm)

Tone Deaf, Apparently

"Up, get up."

Angel groaned as he was pulled out of sleep. He hissed when something was thrown at him, and he cussed when the body next to his rolled over and pushed him off the couch. He hit the ground with a thump, his bareback shivering against the cold wood.

"God damn it," Angel sat up and glared at Lucifer menacingly as the devil walked throughout the hotel room, cleaning as he went. He ignored the sleeping woman next to him for the time being. "Helgrim you are pissing me off."

"Get up and get some clothes on, we are leaving."

"Already," Angel asked, "it's only... twelve in the afternoon." He laughed. "Have you been out all day?"

"Yes," Lucifer picked up a pile of clothes and tossed them over Angel's silver head. "Now get ready and get Nya in some pants."

Angel pulled the clothes off his head and into his lap, noticing Will make a quiet entrance. "Why does our soldier boy look so disheveled?" Angel smirked at Will's messy hair and red ears. 

"Since when am I the fucking soldier boy," Will hissed and walked over the Nya, his ears growing less red, softly waking her up. 

"Since we started calling you that while you were away...Is that a fucking hickie?"

Will flinched, "Lucifer!"
"Lucifer!" Angel growled.

"Stop yelling," Nya mumbled and curled on the couch, halfway between awake and asleep. 

"We are leaving," Lucifer stopped and gave the boys a stern look. "Get dressed and downstairs in the next ten minutes of I am leaving you here." And with that, the devil collected his and Nya's bags and walked out the front door. 

Angel turned where he sat, half-naked and on the floor, "Oh Will," he sang sweetly. 

"Shut. Up. Angel," Will picked Nya up over the back of the couch and carried her to the bed. 

"Make me," Angel hissed. This conversation wasn't over, but Lucifer's threat still hung in the air, and it stirred Angel up off the floor.

Angel finished getting dressed and went in the bathroom to wash his face and style is celebrity hair, while Will continued to clean, simultaneously trying to dress Nya was he went. Nya continued to sleep, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, so Will took it upon himself to snatch one of Angel's only pair of sweatpants, and help roll them up Nya's legs. 

Nya was skinny, just skin and muscle and bone, and when the sweatpants went above her hips, Will had to pull the drawstring and tie it firmly so the pants wouldn't fall down. He caught a glimpse of her tiny waist, completed with two straight scars around the edge of her rib cage from where her lower ribs had been removed. 

Will's hands clenched and he drew in a shaky, angry breath. He sometimes forgot what had been down to her as a child.

 "Calm down soldier," Angel said softly when he exited the bathroom. Nya lay sleeping on the bed in a pair of sweatpants that were too long, and an inside out shirt that was too big. It made her look like a barbie doll slewn across the covers.

Will took a deep breath and turned around, still shaking a bit with suppressed rage. It could wait. "Nya put your arms around my neck," he said trying to get her awake. He felt arms and legs wrap around him from the back, lazy and slow, and he put his hands under Nya's knees as he carried her off the bed on his back. She hid her face in the crook of his shoulder and fell back to sleep. "Angel give me a bag and we'll head down."

Angel was quiet for once as he handed Will more luggage and left the hotel room, Will and Nya close behind. 

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