Fairy Princess. (Lucci x Reader)

"What are you doing?"

Oh that voice. That amazing voice you haven't heard in what seemed like forever and it certainly wasn't the pigeons either.

Looking up, you paused on the steps and stared down at the man who positioned himself at the bottom of the stairs, after he obviously forced himself into your home, because you darn well remembered locking your front and back door. "Carrying a heavy box down a flight of stairs." You replied sassily, shifting the box onto one hip and placing your hand on the empty one.

Okay, normally you weren't ever this rude to Lucci, but this time you had a legitimate reason. You were moving clear to the other side of the island and this moron was the only goofball out of the three you knew who hadn't come to ask if you needed help packing or moving. Honestly, you were hurt, you felt unloved- if it was possible for Lucci to ever make anyone feel loved in the first place. Ever since he found out you were moving, a week ago, he hasn't dropped by once.

You absentmindedly shrugged and continued to carry the box down, until it was ever-so-gracefully swiped from your hands with a low, "Here." and carried towards your front door.

Your momentary shock went away and it was replaced with a hint of aggravation and a dash of appreciation for the view you got of his nice butt when he started to bend over. If this man honestly thought he could just come in here and help you like nothing ever happened and you'd just up and forgive him... He was probably right.

Sighing, you crossed your arms and glared at his back. "You know, I am capable of carrying that myself; I'm not made of porcelain," You pursed your lips as he started to straighten back up. "And I'm no more of gentle fairy princess then you are."

You saw his back muscles jerk slightly and you froze on the spot.

Okay, you weren't completely sure why you added that part, it just sort of slipped out.

But as he slowly turned around to face you, your cheeks turned crimson as you imagined him with longer hair, a short sparkly dress, a wand, a crown and some fish net stockings- Facing you fully, his eyes squinted as you shamelessly scanned him, before meeting his deep gaze.

Oh shi-

"Bwak! Your grass ass is dead!"

How the crap your pet bird knew was way beyond you...

You chuckled nervously and twiddled you fingers from his stare. "I have no idea where he gets his vocabulary from.."

...But your 'grass ass' turned and hightailed it back upstairs.