Scott Pilgrim: Vs the World + Takes Off Oneshots

Lover Protection

Requested by:castratedcatboi666

Lucas's POV:
I stand outside my mansion, anxiously waiting for my security to arrive. I tap my foot as I scan the area outside. Why is Scott always so goddamn late? I sigh as I lean against my glass window. We're married but he still lives with his cool gay roommate because of my actor fiasco. Paparazzi is always banging down my door. They would go insane if they knew I was married to Scott Pilgrim, rock guitarist and main character of the failed movie about his battle with Matthew Patel. They're already climbing up my ass without that fact, I could only imagine the disaster with it. 

At first, I was hesitant of letting Scott be my bodyguard. When I told him I had a meeting across town the other day, he suggested it but paparazzi are relentless when it comes to catching celebrities lacking. He has amazing fighting skills for real, taking all my stunt doubles down in seconds, shit, that was the moment I developed a crush on him. It was a sight to behold. I smile to myself as I study my ring. I wouldn't trade our marriage for my fame back in anyway. He made me who I am today and I have to thank him millions of times just to pay him back.

A loud thump interrupts my thoughts. I turn and see my husband face first into the door. I quickly let him in before he's swallowed by the approaching crowd. "Can you be on time for once? Babe, we're in big trouble." Scott rolls his eyes as he pecks me on the lips, "Can you ever not talk like an action actor." I laugh as I throw his uniform at him. "Whatever, put these on so we can go." I take out my phone and sit on the couch but before I get lost in it I notice Scott taking off his shirt in the plain view of the window. 

"What are you doing?!" I yell as I frantically pick him up and carry him to the bedroom. He's cackling the whole way before I throw him on the bed. "I was just changing like you asked." He breathes. I poke his forehead before walking away, "Yeah, well, only do it when only I can see, got it?" His thumbs up makes me laugh as I leave him to change. God he's such a dork, but somehow he's stolen my heart. Him and his shaggy haircut and his strange understanding of social cues. 

When he comes out and announces he's ready to go, I, the star, am starstruck. The skintight black outfit makes him look so elegant and mysterious, it's incredible. I stand and hold his waist as he wraps his arms around me. My face flushes when my husband asks, "Like what you see?" I nod, unable to form words at the handsome man in front of me. "C'mon," He ushers holding the door for me, "Let's go to your meeting." We walk to my car and Scott opens the passenger's side for me. "Are you sure?" "Yes! A celebrity with security doesn't drive themselves." He states proudly."

He's so cute that I just climb in without arguing. The ride is a bit bumpy because its been a while since I've let my husband drive but whatever, my mind was elsewhere. Or else-who. The whole ride to my company's office I couldn't help but sneak glances at the guy next to me. I've never seen Scott look this serious. His eyebrows are scrunched as he drives, changing his happy go lucky demeanor. It may be the black apparel or the cool shades but something about his look made me fall even deeper in love somehow. How does an outfit hold so much power?

We arrive at the office and immediately I spot lingering paparazzi. I fiddle my thumbs as I wait for my bodyguard to park, worry filling my stomach. "Hey," He parks and grabs my attention with his hand on mine, "I'll be okay, more importantly, so will you." His reassuring smile always relaxes me. I wait for him to come open my door as I relish the fact I'm married to him. He opens the door and I step out and adjust myself before we walk side by side toward the building. 

"Is that Scott Pilgrim?!" One of the many camera people ask. I ignore them and keep my head down but I see my lover getting irritated already. "We can just go home if it's too much." I whisper to him. He stubbornly shakes his head and replies, "No, I'm doing this for you, those little shits can figuratively bite me." I smile and feel my cheeks heat up at his aggression for my account. Before I can suppress the feeling, the worst thing happens. "He blushed! I think they're together! They both have rings on!" At the utterance of those words, hell breaks loose.

Flashes start blinking at us, getting every angle possible of me and my husband. Scott's face turns beat red as he saunters up to the one who outed our relationship. He forcefully grabs the man's collar and holds him inches away from his face. "Take your stupid as shit theories somewhere else, they aren't welcome here, bitch." He hisses. More cameras flash after that, making his situation worse. My nerves clench as I watch them close in around Scott, trapping him. But my bodyguard doesn't waver, he simply cracks his knuckles and begins releasing his inner beast.

I can only watch as the man I love takes out these men, flawlessly and without mercy. Punches, kicks, and uppercuts being thrown. I think I saw a back flip and an over shoulder throw. I can't help but watch, helplessly in love. His fighting sills are an action star's dream I feel like a damsel in distress except I feel the most attracted and in love with Scott than I have ever been. Seeing him fight these randos on my behalf tells me just how much he cares for me, he'd never done anything like this before, but he's doing it for me. When he finishes the last guy off, I can't hold myself back anymore. 

"You better back off. If you don't I'll-" I interrupt his threat as I passionately press my lips against his. He's shocked but immediately accepts. I hold him close to me by his waist as he lets his fingers drift into my short, jagged hair. I whisper I love you in between kisses as he smiles warmly. When I finally give him a break he asks, "What about them? This is basically gold for the paparazzi." I shake my head before locking our lips again. "Whatever, I don't fucking care. I love you and I don't care who sees." We stand there, kissing and holding each other. I feel the flashes of the paparazzi's cameras but I ignore them. Scott Pilgrim, my husband, is the only thing I give a damn about right now.