#[CHOKE ON MEAT YOU SAY? 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨]

[statiicstag]

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich. ((Omg? This is the shippy meme I'm sending in, choke on meat Alastor!!

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If he dies ( again ! ) from a piece of food blocking his airway, he will only have Lucifer to thank. It is scarcely his fault the King lets his mouth run before his brain can follow behind, and the words he'd spoken without a second thought had came out wrong enough to make him inhale sharply.

He hardly recognizes the sensation of arms winding around his middle, tears clouding his vision as his lungs try to desperately take in air that cannot pass through.

And then suddenly, it can.

He chokes up the piece of meat, attractively spitting it across the table, following it with hoarse coughs as he sags forward in Lucifer's arms.

So disoriented, he does not realize he is practically leaning against the King, swallowing thickly and wincing at the burn. ❝ ..And here I'd thought I was going to see what happens when we experience a second death. How disappointing. ❞

[richeeduvie]

How would lalo react if princesa started acting like him, insanely energetic n charismatic n smily 😭n he’s js like “wtf🤨”

She's drunk. A bit high. These moments make Lalo regret allowing her to smoke weed - smoke weed and drink at the same time at least.

"Hola, Nacho."

Nacho almost drops his plate. Lalo's head snaps to the kitchen from his place on the couch.

The hell?

Princesa got quiet for the last twenty minutes during their shows. They've just been watching anything and she went to go get seconds, something Lalo was proud of. Both in the fact of his food being so good and the fact that Princesa's eating well.

She scratches her the spot above her lip.

"I don't know why, it's almost one a.m and I'm not tired. Someone's rubbing off on me."

She slides closer to Nacho, leaning over the stove.

"Can you make me my plate, please?"

"...Y-yeah. Yeah, are yo-"

"Thank you, my friend. Because you are my friend, even when you don't like me som-"

"Princesa."

Lalo's suddenly in the kitchen, eyes stern. Princesa smiles bright, she's happy to see her love. Her soulmate. And he looks so handsome, a bit bigger in the belly and longer in the hair. He only needs to cut one of them.

He takes his head aback when she begins swinging his body from side to side in this sort of hug. Something he does, although...it's a lot harder for her to move him.

Lalo smooths her hair back as she looks up at him, drunkenly smiley in the yellow light. There's no nerves on her skin, nothing like a quick heartbeat or tight feeling. Lack of shame and shyness.

Like she's learning from Lalo.

Nacho tries not to stare. He hates how he has to try. But he makes Princesa's plate. Lalo watches the way he does, plates the food nicely.

He swallows as Princesa fixes his hair.

"You smell handsome."

She suddenly pulls away, even with Lalo's hand tight on her wrist. She's somehow even more smiley when she turns to Nacho.

"Nacho, what you doing?"

"Thank you, Nacho. You know how to fix a plate." She takes the plate from Nacho, who can't say...nothing. "Lalo, grab a fork. I don't want to waste."

"Princesa, you have to make your own plate. Can't have Ignacio slaving around like that. But what the hell has gotten into you?"

She shrugs and takes a bite.

"Mexican wine."

She kisses Lalo's cheek and he burns. His hands flex.

"Did I said thank you?"

Nacho leans again the cold stove. "...You did."

"Good. You're welcome."

She makes her way to the couch, laying flat across and smiles warmly at Lalo standing above her. He stares black in the dim light.

Nacho doesn't dare to find himself in the room. He rubs his face on the way to his room. Nacho. Nacho.

He takes a slow, stiff moment to sit on the couch, holding her feet in his hands and putting them on his lap. She pokes his knee with her toe.

Princesa hiccups when she sits up. She presses a piece of meat on Lalo's lips. He lets her. There's a keyword there.

"Ah, Lalo."

She sniffles and hiccups again.

"I can't let you drink again, huh, girl?"

"...We'll see if I let you."

"Excuse me-"

Lalo almost chokes on his own food. Princesa nuzzles her face into his neck. The man feels heat everywhere. It's angry, maybe - yeah...but he has to make his hand into fists, at her...at Princesa's bold behavior. Sweet girl being too sweet. It doesn't feel good on the stomach, it feels like when she's touching him and she's not shy, which Lalo guesses is now.

"Damn you."

"Please don't do that."

Princesa puts the plate down carefully onto the couch. She does sound sad, but neither of them really know if she's feigning it with his teeth and tongue. But it's Lalo, it's his girl sounding sad cause of him and he feels it on his muscle.

He sighs.

"I'm playing, Princesa. You think with the way you've been playing tonight, you would know what that would look like."

Lalo leans his head back at the feeling of a smile in his neck.

"I do."