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Because I Love You (Part IV)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Summary: Can Bucky finally make things right?

Warnings: Angst, Cheating, Modern!AU, Swearing
2k Words.

For the last time, sorry to those named Adley!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV (The end)

A/N: I realised the tags were not working (I think?) for the previous chapters, really sorry about that! 


Bucky fiddled with his fingers. It took him a lengthy lecture from Steve and a multitude of blue, black and green discolouration on his left arm, courtesy of Natasha, for him to find out where (Y/n) was. Remorse crawled all over him when he first heard of her location- Santorini, Greece. Of all places she could’ve choose to go, she flew to the place he promised he would take her on their Honeymoon. So there he was, sitting in the Taxi, gazing out the window and wondering how this breath-taking scenery could’ve played out very differently.

“Sir, you have arrived,” the driver said.

Bucky shot him a tight-lipped smile before muttering a short ‘thanks’. He passed the driver enough cash and got out of the car. A rush of sea breeze greeted him, thank God he decided not to slick his hair back today. Bucky remembered very clearly that (Y/n) preferred his hair fluffy and untamed. She mentioned that the slick back style reminded her of his work mode and she’d rather see him unwind and relax. The hotel looked exquisite. Despite the simplicity of the blue and white architecture, it looked cozy and welcoming.

Bucky didn’t bother paying too much attention to the interior and the decorations. He has an objective, an aim, a goal to accomplish. And he’d be darned to let (Y/n) slip away from his grasps once more. Bucky walked up to the reception and cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the woman behind the desk.

“May I help you, Sir?” she asked.

“I was wondering if you could tell me the room number of (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n),” Bucky’s response was immediate. The receptionist froze, eyeing Bucky and scrunching her perfectly lined brows.

“Providing a customer’s information to strangers is beyond my rights, Sir. I’m sorry, but I cannot afford to do that.”

“Look, I know it is. And you can put the blame completely on me! I swear! You can tell them I threatened you with a knife or a gun or… I don’t care. I just want to know where (Y/n) is!”

The speculating gaze of the woman remained unwavered. Bucky huffed out a sigh, brushing his hair back with his right arm.

“Miss, I’m really sorry about this, but I really do need to know where she is. She’s everything to me but I… I fucked up, and I want to make things right. So please,” Bucky pleaded, voice quavering.

“Don’t worry about him, I’ll take care of it,” a new voice offered from behind him.

Bucky’s head snapped up, ears perking up from the sweet, melodious voice he longed to hear. His eyes laid upon the familiar figure and there she was.

“(Y/n)…”

He wanted to tell her that she looked stunning, with that not-too-short floral shorts and plain white blouse, but he would be lying. (Y/n) may look gorgeous, but Bucky could undoubtedly see everything the woman was hiding underneath all the light layers of makeup. The dark circles beneath her eyes were well concealed but not to him, never to him. And those eyes, they weren’t opened as wide or looked as aware as they once were, her (y/e/c) orbs were dead. Her focus turned to him, and his breath hitched.

“Follow me.”

The walk was short and silent. Bucky spent the entire time staring at (Y/n)’s back. He was reciting all the things he wanted to say to her in his mind, and he has been reciting them ever since he got on the plane. (Y/n) stopped in front of a door, unlocking it and entering inside. Bucky timidly followed and glanced around. The room was clean, sheets were perfectly made and there were no traces of anyone living there, which was odd considering the fact that he had been informed that (Y/n)’s been here for a week. His eyes fell to the luggage sitting in the corner of the room, and everything clicked.

“You’re leaving today?” he asked, the nervousness that had enveloped him took away all the words he originally planned on saying.

(Y/n) did not provide a response. She continued towards the balcony and stared off ahead. Bucky took small, soft steps, afraid that she may not want him near her. (Y/n), though, was nonchalant about it when Bucky landed beside her. The scenery, as astonishing as it was, couldn’t contain her raging heart. The warm and painted skies of Santorini wasn’t enough to help her get a hold of herself. It has been a long time since Bucky and her had been this close, and it was riling her emotions up more than she’d like to admit.

“Why are you here, James?”

“I want to make things right,” he replied. Bucky turned to look at her; the wind swept her (y/h/c) strands from her face, while her face had a soft glow thanks to the Sunset. Looking at her, standing right next to him after everything that had happened gave him courage.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry. I truly am. And you can blame me, hate me, punch me after this but I need to explain to you why I did it. I need you to understand-”

“No James,” (Y/n) cut him off. She finally turned and looked at him, “I don’t want to know why you did it. I want to know how you feel.”

“P-Pardon?”

“I want to know of your feelings towards Adley. I want to know your feelings towards me. I want to know what you want me to do, what you want me to say. I want to know what you want for your future.”

Bucky blinked. He was never good with words and feelings, (Y/n) knew that. So why was she asking this from him? Bucky gulped and decided that it’s time to let his heart take over. If that’s what (Y/n) wanted, so be it.

“I don’t love her,” he started but the sharp gaze (Y/n) held towards him told him this wasn’t the answer she was looking for, so he dug in deeper, “She’s a wonderful person. She’s caring and modest, mature and forgiving, but she’s different. She tries to understand me, she tries to look into my head because she wants to help, but you told me that you would wait for me to reveal things to you myself. She always asks me about the things we do together, to make sure it’s in my comfort zone, but you… you would force me to get out, to try new things and to expand my world. She’d ask me about work, you know, trying to help me get some load off my chest, but you would take me into your arms and hold me, whispering childish stories into my ear so I’ll get my mind off of it,” Bucky inhaled slowly, trying to keep his tears at bay. He needed to convey his words to you, “She’s a great woman… but she’s not you.”

Bucky had to pause for a bit because he didn’t want her to hear the pathetic sobs of his, not when she should be the one in pain instead of him.

“What do I want you to do? I want you to tell me that I’ve messed up. I want you to scream and shout at me, to be mad at me, to hit me. I want you to look me in the eyes with tears in your own and just… burst! Yell out what I did wrong, yell out how stupid I’ve been, yell out what you imagine our future would’ve been before I fucked things up! That way I know at least, you still care, that way I would’ve known what I would want for my future as well…”

By the time Bucky finished all he needed to say, his head hung low and his form was shaking, wracked by the barrage of tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t see it, but (Y/n) was in the exact same state. He imagined this to be the last words he said to her, and he gasped in horror and denial. He wanted his last words to be meaningful, to be memorable for her, but that seemed impossible after all he’s put her through.

(Y/n)’s hands were up on her mouth, covering her trembling lips. She managed to hide her sobs well, she believed. Either that or Bucky was so into his speech he didn’t notice the whimpers she had let out. (Y/n) closed her eyes, the war raging inside her was too much. As her brain was spewing excuses as to why she shouldn’t give him another chance, her heart was making itself clear- Bucky loves her. She didn’t need to know the reason why. She wanted to trust herself, to believe that she understood Bucky well enough to see for herself the logic behind his actions. After all, the past had its turn on changing the present, but it’s the present that has the power to change the future. That’s why (Y/n) needed to know how Bucky felt.

“Hello?” (Y/n) answered her phone, the number unknown.

“Uhm… hi, (Y/n) right?” the voice replied.

“Yes, and you are?”

“It’s Adley. I need to talk to you.”

(Y/n) paused. What did Adley need? Did something happen to Bucky?

“Is there something you need?”

“We broke up,” Adley chuckled awkwardly, “It’s not that we were truly together anyway.”

“I, I’m sorry?”

“(Y/n), he loves you. He really does. You may think that he loves me, but he doesn’t. He never did. And I’m just here to tell you that. Have a good life, (Y/n).”

Before (Y/n) could say anything, Adley hung up. (Y/n)’s mouth was opened slightly, eyebrows furrowed. She sat down on the chair on her balcony and found herself repeating Adley’s words in her head. It’s been months since she heard anything from Bucky. She assumed he finally got his happy ending, so why did the brunette call? Her cell phone rang once more, snapping her out of her daze, this time with a recognizable contact.

“Hey Nat, what’s up?”

“(Y/n), you might be mad at me… and Steve, he’s in on this as well, but you have to listen carefully,” Natasha spoke with such intensity in her voice, “Barnes is on his way to you.”

“What?” (Y/n) stood up, “Nat, what? I mean, I’m leaving today!”

“So? Just call in and delay your checkout, he should be there by evening.”

“I just… What about my flight?”

“The same shit. Tell them to change your flight to a later one.”

“But-”                   

“No buts (Y/n). Listen to yourself, I told you Barnes is on his way and you haven’t even reprimanded me about telling him your location! You love him, and… as much as I hate to admit it, he loves you. So just do what you need to do. Call me when it’s over.”

(Y/n) choked on a sob again, louder this time, and Bucky finally looked up. When he saw his best girl crying, he willed his feet and moved towards her. Bucky wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her in the warmth she was always used to. And both of them broke down in each other’s arms.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered, “I love you. I love you so, so much (Y/n).”

(Y/n) didn’t struggle, she didn’t push him away nor did she retaliate. She nodded her head.

“I love you too, Bucky. I love you so much.”

Bucky smiled. He loved her, and he won’t make the same mistakes again. He will give her everything she deserves. He kissed her forehead, appreciating the raw emotion they were feeding from and to one another.

(Y/n) loved him, that much was clear to her. Her arms around his torso gripped tighter as she took in the familiar and soothing scent she had missed from the past few months. She felt the love Bucky has for her, and if giving him another chance meant giving their loving future a possibility, it was more than enough.


A/N: And that’s the end of it, guys. Thank you so much for reading this series, and I’m really sorry if you are unsatisfied with the ending. I wanted to make it a contrast to how usual cheating fics are. Please don’t hesitate to leave me a reply on this post itself or in my ask box. Thank you so much.

Also, side notes:

@hollycornish, I know what I replied to your ask, but I thought sticking to this would be a better ending. Hope you enjoyed it. 


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FAITH: A Short S7 Jonerys Series

As a NYT reviewer for GoT recently said, How does pain enter the body and what happens when it leaves? Here I try to answer in a set of companion drabbles to the series: S7, Jonerys style.

(^aw, they’re so cute :3) THE FINAL CHAPTER is here! Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, etc. It has truly been A BLAST! 

Rated: Explicit. Word Count: 4,280. Read Chapter seven here on ao3 or look below the cut! It picks up where the last one left off. Thanks for reading.

The Secrets of Death (The Dragon and the Wolf): Jon & Dany

DANY

She silently allowed Jon to enter her cabin. Then she shut the door and watched him walk over to the foot of her feather bed, where he seated himself at the edge. She took a deep breath, then joined him.

“Tell me about them. Your dragons.”

Arching a brow, she eyed his profile. “Haven’t you heard the myth of their birth?”

“Only the myth,” he said, turning his eyes on her. “I would know the truth, if it please you.”

Daenerys started. Jon was attempting to explain himself to her. He must have heard. If he had, the entire ship did, as well. ‘Tis why a woman mustn’t cry. She frowned at him. I was fine without your help, Lord Snow.

She had meant to say as much, but Jon was giving her that open look again. He had strapped on a few mismatched Wilding furs to stave off the cold. It hadn’t seemed to work its effect yet, for the sheen at his brow and the pallid overtone to his skin. Yet Jon was undoubtedly present with her, breathing in every word she left unsaid. As if to prove her right, his lips suddenly turned up into a smile.

“That’s enough,” she admonished, stunned by the shock in her voice. “You didn’t need to come all this way to comfort me, especially since you are healing. You nearly died.”

Gravely, he said, “I’m sorry about that, too.”

Her throat tightened. Daenerys could say nothing.

When she’d opened the door, she had offered closeness without realizing. After taking it, Jon now offered his own, watching her carefully. Over the years, Daenerys had grown used to being seen. But even when he was weary from recovery, Jon did something unknown to her. She nearly felt sick with it—until her belly growled, forcing an astonished chuckle.

Jon, however, laughed. It was deep and round, though straining in his frozen lungs. While she enjoyed the sound, she was reminded of his form disappearing below the ice; of the wounds buried below thick furs, close enough to touch. Such stories would cause fear in the hearts of small men. Daenerys, however, only felt more admiration.

“If you wish to know about my dragons, I will tell you. Then, if you’re well enough, we will gather our advisors and sup ourselves. Yes?”

“Aye,” he smiled, rare and marvelous. “We can do that.”

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His Question

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Characters: Y/n, John, Dean, Sam

Pairing: John x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Fluff, absolute fluff. Christmas decorating, Christmas day cuteness, adorable Sam and Dean, fluff, cute ass John being sweet, just fluff.

Word Count: 1513

Summary: Y/n and John prepare the house for Christmas, wanting this to be perfect for the boys.

A/N: Ok, so this seems to be a series now. Guess it’s an AU where John is more focused on the boys than hunting. So, yea. It’ll be updated randomly when I have ideas and shit. Hope u like it!!

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“John! Come on!” y/n whispered, grabbing the box of ornaments she had found and taking them to the living room, John dragging the little tree he had just cut down.

She knew it was going to be a lot of work.

How the hell was she meant to get the perfect Christmas ready, when it was almost 11pm on Christmas Eve?

She had no clue. 

But she was determined to do it.

This was the first Christmas the boys would be able to celebrate properly, especially now that hunting had taken a back seat.

Y/n was going to make sure her boys had the perfect one, wanting them to remember this forever.

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I went to a facility where developmentally disabled adults stay during the day yesterday. It was to give a presentation on anime art and cosplay since I was asked to)as many of the participants like anime).


when the slide of my dio pumpkin came on the screen, one of the ladies said “Oh! I know this one! Its bob! See i have him right here!”

Curious I turned to look at what she was holding up. It was a plush emoji keychain that was attached to her walker. The shapes and colours were similar I suppose, so she associated the two.

I said “well, his name is Dio, but I think Bob is a better name for him. From now on his name is Bob.”

Forever

Twenty.

Two-zero.

Somehow he expected it to be different, but it turned out to be a day like all others, beginning at midnight and silently brightening into dawn and morning, the sun crawling ever up to its highest point and then slowly dipping towards the horizon through a long, lazy afternoon and evening. Nothing special, nothing extraordinary.

Except that he wasn’t a “teenager” any more. He was sure he should be feeling… unusual. Older. Wiser. More mature. But try as he might, he couldn’t sense any difference. He was still the same green changeling that he always was.

He tried to shrug the disquiet off and relax, enjoy his birthday and share it with all his friends. They made a grand party for him and just about everybody was there, dancing, singing, joking, having a great time.

Except for the one person that he really wanted to be with.

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The Kiss

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Kirishima’s hands were sweating profusely as he waited beside the fountain outside of the large fro-yo store they had agreed to meet at. Kaminari was sitting at the nearby bench, his feet stretched out before him as he lounged taking up as much room as he can with his hands stuffed into his pockets. His eyes were focused on Kirishima as he began to pace again, taking the same path his legs had done the previous five times since they arrived. 


“Dude, if I knew you were gonna be like this I wouldn’t have let us take the early train. It’s not even noon yet!” Kaminari groaned as he leaned his head back against the bench. “She’s not even late! I’m sure she is just fine! Now sit your ass down before I make you!”

Kirishima looked over at him with narrowed eyes before sighing and stuffing his sweaty palms into his jean pockets. “No no you’re right I just… what if she didn’t know how to find the mall? I mean we’ve been here before but she probably hasn’t and maybe it was too much to ask her to meet us out here and-”

“Eiji! Denki! Hi!” Kirishima’s head snapped up as he spun around to see Izuka walking towards them, waving her arm above her head.

“Finally! Just in time Izuka! This bastard here wouldn’t sit down for five minutes thinking you got lost or something.” Denki smirked at her as she gave him a fist bump and did the same with Eijirou, who frowned in Denki’s direction.

“Dude.”

“What? You know it was true!”

Izuka’s laugh broke them apart as her smile lit up her face. Eijirou smiled softly and Denki grinned in her direction. 

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Home for the Holidays

(I know it’s August but I couldn’t shake this idea.)

Bitty knew this would happen eventually. He and Holster had been dating for months now, and they’d been friends for almost two years before that.

Bitty knew that at some point he would meet Adams family, hell, Holster met his mama his freshman year and met Coach this past parents weekend.

But he met them as Bitty’s friend and teammate, not his /boyfriend/.

And it was just his parents, not his ENTIRE! FAMILY!

You see, mama and coach decided to spend the holidays in Paris as an anniversary gift to one another, which meant Bitty was stuck in Samwell for the Holidays, that was until his sweet as can be boyfriend invited him to spend the break with him in Buffalo.

“It will be your first Chanukah!” Adam had smiled so brightly that Bitty couldn’t help but agree.

It was only now, as they pulled into the driveway of Holsters childhood home, that it hit Bitty what this visit meant.

He’d seen Meet The Fockers enough times to know how badly this could go.

And he really wanted this to go well. He loves Adam, he wants his family to love him.

The Burkholtz residence was quite the picture, with an 8ft tall menorah in the front yard and lights shaped like Dreidels hanging from the roof.

Adam rubbed the back of his neck and sheepishly laughed, “yeah my dad was sick of being the only house not lit up during the holidays so he went on a Home Depot trip and supped up the house. He’s very proud of it.”

Bitty giggled, “I love it! It’s beautiful!”

“Please tell him that, he may love you forever.”

Bitty laughed around the nervous lump in his throat and followed Adam up to the door. Holster took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but before his fist could collide with the wood, it opened, and a woman a little shorter and rounder than Bitty with bright Auburn hair nearly tears the door off its hinges.

“My schmoopie!!!!! Oh look it’s my big man!!” The woman shouts and engulfs Adam in a hug.

“Hi mom” he grins and hugs her back.

She pulls away and looks at Bitty, “Oh and you must be Eric!!”

Bitty reaches out a hand for her to shake, but it is completely ignored and he is pulled into an equally fierce hug.

“It’s so wonderful to have you! My Adam has told me all about you!”

Bitty grins as he is pulled away from the hug, “oh has he now? Good things I hope! Nice to meet you Mrs Birkholtz!”

“Mrs Birkholtz is my mother in law, please call me Debbie.”

“Well thanks for having me Debbie.” Eric smiles politely.

“Are you kidding me! My son tells me the love of his life is put out on the holidays you think I’m not going to feed him? When you are in this house, you’re family!” She exclaims, “speaking of which get on inside! You must be freezing your little tushes off!”

Bitty then meets Adam’s dad Daniel, who looks like how Bitty imagines Holster will in 30 years, his little sisters Sarah and Hannah, and his Bubby Ruth, who reminds Bitty a lot of his Moomah.

They proceed to grill him, asking intrusive questions with the nicest smiles on their faces. Debbie tells Bitty funny baby Adam stories and Bubby Ruth breaks out baby pictures from her pocketbook.

All in all its nice and easy with the Birkholtzes. Bitty is pretty sure Debbie is mentally planning his wedding.

It’s a lot of firsts that night, the first night of Chanukah, Bitty’s first bowl of matzoh ball soup and first plate of latkes. He plays his first game of dreidel with Sarah and Hannah and he watches his first Menorah lighting.

As Bubby Ruth sings the prayer and Debbie lights the first candle, Adam leans over to whisper into Bitty’s ear, “it’s about miracles. People think Chanukah is just Jewish Christmas but it’s a festival. It celebrates a time when people tried to snuff out the light but it just wouldn’t go out.”

Bitty’s eyes widen and he listens to Bubby Ruth sing the prayer. He doesn’t understand the Hebrew, but he thinks it’s wonderful.

“That’s beautiful.” Bitty whispers back. Adam smiles and rests his chin on Eric’s shoulder, watching the flickering lights of the candle.

Later, when they’re watching the Rugrats Chanukah special, Hannah pops up off the couch and pronounces that “ITS PRESENT TIME!!!”

Daniel laughs and the entirety of the Birkholtzes scramble to their respective present hiding spots to retrieve their gifts.

Daniel gets Debbie a pair of earrings, Debbie gets Daniel a tie.

Bubby Ruth gives all of her grandchildren a crisp $5 each and a wet kiss on the cheek.

Holster gives his sisters each a new video game and they give him a 30 Rock tshirt.

Holster turns to Bitty and hands him a wrapped box.

He seems nervous, and that takes Bitty by surprise. If his boyfriend is one thing, it wasn’t shy.

Bitty looks up at him and then over his shoulder where Bubby Ruth had just sent him a wink.

He opens the box and finds a heavy binder with the title ‘Birkoltz Family Recipes’

Flipping through the pages Bitty finds they are filled with laminated copies of handwritten recipes dating back generations.

He is speechless, so Adam speaks for him.

“I got some help from my Bubby, I know you are always looking for some new recipes and things to try, and she helped me dig through some recipe boxes to find the best ones. There is a secret Birkholtz mandel bread recipe that I had to beg a few aunts to give up, but it was worth it.”

Bitty is near tears as he thumbs through the pages.

“Adam.” Bitty says trying to compose himself because he is determined not to cry in front of his boyfriends family. “Sweetheart this is the best gift I have ever received.” He sets the book down gently and kisses Holster on the cheek before engulfing him in a hug.

“Aww, Danny look at them they are so sweet! His little punim, my heart!” Debbie says behind them.

Once they part Bitty digs his present out and hands it to Holster with a look that says 'you’ll get more later’

Holster takes the small velvet box and his heart starts pounding.

Opening it, Adam shrieks.

“Two tickets to Wicked?????” Bitty laughs as Holster jumps up from the couch, “Orchestra seats???” He shouts. Adam picks up Eric and spins him around.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever!” He laughs setting Bitty down.

“Hey!” Eric teases, “that’s my line!”

Secret Santa - One-shot (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by wonderlaaaaaand

Summary: Reader is surprised with a present she wasn’t expecting. 

A/N: My third Christmas fic. I don’t know if I will write one more. Regular One-shots will be back after Christmas. I have a few requests I am really exited about. 


I walked through the packed mall regretting my decision to shop for Christmas presents the day before Christmas. I should have listened to Clint when he told me to start shopping a month in advance. Or to Sam when he suggested online shopping. But I was irresponsible and waited till the last minute.

I had managed to buy most things from my shopping list, there was a few things I had to substitute for because what I wanted was sold out, now there was only one thing left to be crossed out from the list. Steve’s present.

Even after dating the super soldier for a while now shopping for him had never gotten any easier.

I couldn’t really get him electronics because in a way I would feel as if I was insulting him, and clothes was too simple of a gift.

Halfway through my shopping my phone begins to ring.

I reach into my pocket and pull it out before answering.

“Hello,” I said placing the phone between my ear and my shoulder.

“How’s last minute Christmas shopping going (Y/N),” Steve asks.

“Did you call to make fun of me,” I frown looking through a rack of clothes.

“I would never do something like that,” he laughs from the other line.

“Listen Rogers,” I say sternly, “not all of us do our shopping weeks in advance. I happen to like the rush of last minute shopping.”

“Well the party is at eight, and you know how Tony is if you’re late,” he says. “Are you going to finish in time?”

“I hope,” I mutter.

I mindlessly walked around the mall for a while looking at possible presents, but nothing jumped out at me.

I walked into one final store hoping they would have something I liked.

“Can I help you,” the clerk asked as I walked in.

“I hope so,” I sigh hauling all my shopping bags into the store. “I’m looking for something for my boyfriend.”

“Do you have anything in mind,” he asked.

I scanned the counter in front of me. Jewelry wasn’t my first choice to buy Steve, but maybe a nice watch.

“A watch,” I told the clerk.

He smiled and motioned me to follow him to where the watches where kept.

I looked at the selection of watches and saw one I liked. It was simple, but it was something I could easily see Steve wearing.

“That one,” I smiled pointing at the watch.

After paying I left the mall in hurry to get home and wrap everything.

By the time the party came around I had managed to wrap everything and get ready for the party.

All the Avengers stat around the living area of the tower. The large tree in the corner was filled with everyone’s Christmas presents.

Everyone takes turns handing out his or her presents. Tony was always the first to go.

“Now I just want everyone to know that there is no reason to feel bad that the presents you bought are not as great as the ones I will give you,” Tony said handing everyone there present. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“Shut up Stark,” I call out tearing through the wrapping paper.

“Don’t be mean (Y/N),” Tony says. “Its Christmas.”

I stick out my tongue at him and finish opening the present.

When it was my turn I handed everyone what I had gotten, and waited patiently for Steve to open his.

He tears through the wrapping paper and opens the box reveling the leather band watch I had gotten him. It was engraved in the back saying ‘Love, (Y/N)’.

“Thank you (Y/N),” he said smiling at me. “I love it.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I smile kissing him.

“That’s enough you two,” Tony says breaking us apart. “You’re the last one to go Rogers.”

Steve turns to frown at Tony before standing up and passing out the presents.

Everyone gets one. Everyone but me.

I don’t say anything thinking maybe he forgot to give it to me, but he doesn’t say anything. No one does.

The night continued and it was getting harder to hide my disappointment.

How was it possible that my very own boyfriend had gotten everyone a Christmas present, but me?

“Hey (Y/N),” Nat calls. “What’s that under the tree?”

I look at her confused before turning to the Christmas tree.

“I don’t see anything,” I tell her.

“At the very back,” she says.

I frown and have to get down on the ground to see what she was talking about.

In the very back of the tree, wrapped in red and white wrapping paper and a green bow on top, was a small present. I stretch as far as I can to grab it. Once it is in my hand I stand up and examine it.

It had my name on it, and nothing else.

Confused I turn around.

“Who’s is this,” I ask holding the box in one had. “It doesn’t say who it’s from.”

“Open it,” Clint calls out. “Maybe its from a Secret Santa.”

I open it.

The paper tears off easily, and I let it fall to the ground as I hold a small velvet box in my hands.

I look at the box for a moment before lifting the lid.

My hand flies up to my mouth as I gasp when I see what is inside the small box. It was simple silver band with a large diamond in the middle surrounded by smaller diamonds.

A warm hand grabs mine and takes the box from me.

I look up to see Steve in front of me smiling as he looks down at me.

I stand frozen as he drops down on one knee and holds my hand in one of his and the ring in the other.

“(Y/N), I love you with all of my heart. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I will love you tomorrow,” Steve said looking up at me.

A smile appears on my lips as tears begin to blur my vision.

“Will you marry me?”

I drop down to his level and kiss him.

“Yes,” I whisper pulling away. “A thousand times yes.”

He captures my lips in his again. There is cheering behind us and we pull apart smiling to see everyone celebrating.

Steve stands up and picks me up before spinning me around. I burst into a fit of laughter holing on to him tightly.

He places me back on my feet and slips the ring on my finger.

“You didn’t really think I wouldn’t get you anything for Christmas, did you,” he asks as I admire the ring on my finger.

“I’m not going to lie,” I grin looking back up at him. “You hade me worried for a moment.”

“I love you,” Steve smiles.

“I love you too,” I say as he leans down to kiss me again.

But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again

Helloooo @thereficul! I’m your Secret Santa and this is for you. I’m incredibly sorry for this. You’ll see why~ Still I hope you and everyonewill enjoy this!




“Last Christmas I gave you my heaaaaart-“

“Shut the fuck up, shitty bastard.”

“But Ch-uu-ya! It’s a song about heartbreak. And Christmas!”

“And the most overused song in existence. Also, your singing is terrible. Look, even those losers over there went into hiding.”

“That’s because of your hideous appearance, Chuuya.”

Whoever claimed Double Black was the Port Mafia’s most dangerous weapon was indeed right. The fact that one of them was already a force strong enough to eradicate whole organizations, let alone both of them, was also oh so true. That both were mere teenagers who couldn’t stand each other was instead a little not so known fact.

The unfortunate members of a Port Mafia splinter group, traitors, petty gangsters, learned about all those facts that day. Not that it helped them out of their irremediable demise. If someone told them that those near children who spent more time bickering with each other and discussing other things like Christmas songs or parties would erase their whole organization within mere minutes, they would’ve laughed.

Now it is only Dazai who is laughing, amused at his partner’s sputtering and insults which while always said in spite were never entirely meant serious; it was just the way they were. Partners.

“Oi, stupid Dazai,” Chuuya muttered while trying to clean his gloves, mattered with blood of one of their former targets. He very pointedly ignored looking at his partner who smiled at him widely.

“Yeees, Chuuya~?”

“About this stupid Christmas party Mori-san is holding….” Ah? Was that reluctance in his small partner’s voice? “Are you going?”

It was asked in such a small voice, fitting to the small statue of the red head, insecure and so out of character for Chuuya who is normally brash and confident. Hah, Dazai had to be very careful with the other now, supportive and considerate.

“If you’re coming? Absolutely not. It’s going to be shitty anyway, a forced spiel of us playing happy Mafia family, but if you’re there and get your hands on alcohol it’s gonna be disastrous.” Chuuya was still turned away from him but he could see his shoulders stiffening more with every word.

“Remember your last birthday, hat rack.” Dazai’s smile grew impossibly wide. “Oh wait, you can’t, you were drunk into oblivion.” The and puked all over me while standing on the ceiling was left unsaid.

Supportive and considerate, Dazai-style.

If his pride had taken a blow – and it surely had, Dazai was good in everything he did after all – Chuuya was quite capable of hiding it. Giving up trying to clean his bloody clothes, the red head stomped out of the warehouse, still not deigning to look at his suicidal partner. He was upset, of that Dazai was sure, so with a smirk on his face and a skip in his walk he followed Chuuya.

“Good!” Chuuya growled, finally finding an appropriate response to Dazai’s earlier insults. “Just wanted to make sure that I won’t have to see your ugly face there. I want to have just one nice evening where I won’t have to make sure that some certain bastard stays away from any sharp objects or balustrades.”

Dazai really should leave this alone while Chuuya was only upset with him but being Dazai, he of course had another final taunt in is repertoire.

“Aaaaw, did little widdle chibi Chuuya want to dance to Christmas music and kiss someone under the mistletoe?”

This time the other was clearly upset, showing it visibly with clenching fists and a near whiplashing turning around, face red and eyes ablaze.

“So maybe I want to! Maybe I want to have a normal evening like every other person for once! It’s not your fucking business anyway.”

As if on cue a trashcan flew directly into Dazai, gravity altered so that there was no way to avoid the impact with his body. It didn’t hurt per se but the small red head used the momentarily distraction to basically flee from the scene.

Left was Dazai Osamu, stuck under a trashcan, pondering over what he might have just done wrong.

-


“Who would’ve thought that Christmas is this strenuous?” Mori Ougai slumped further onto his desk, slowly but steadily more despairing about the event he called the first yearly Port Mafia Christmas party ever that would surely not happen yearly if this would always be this exhausting.

“Everyone knows that, stupid Rintarou,” Elise piped in, not even bothering to look up from her crayon painting on the floor. “I think Hirotsu even warned you about this.”

Her response was met with even more whining. “But Elise-chaaaan. This is terrible! I can’t even remember why I wanted this party in the first place.”

Obviously, this was a lie and the flat look Elise gave him in return made it clear that both of them knew that. Mori pouted. All this chaos just because he wanted to put Elise in a nice frilly Christmas dress and she absolutely refused to do this without getting something out of this. However, how her simple demand of having cake and Christstollen spiraled into a full blown Christmas party was beyond him. Now they were stuck with planning, no chance of return.

“We should have just flown to Hokkaido and have some ski shenanigans instead, Elise-chan…” Another whine.

Elise meanwhile was slowly fed up with the constant whining and pouting around her, that seemed to follow Mori everywhere he went and thus her. She had to take matters into her own hands as it seemed.

“Rintarou, you’re annoying. But I’ll bite… what is your problem?”

“Haaah Elise-chan! You do care!” For the leader of the fearsome Port Mafia Mori acted like a child way too often. And that was coming from an actual child.

“You see, I had this nice game planned out. It’s called Secret Santa. People draw slips of papers with a name on them and have to give the according person a gift for Christmas without revealing themselves beforehand.” It was actually a nice idea. People had to be careful not to be found out and had to put some actual thinking into their presents.

“And your problem is…?” The girl was not sure what her caretaker was so worried about. It was more insulting that she apparently wasn’t allowed to participate and only found out about this game now.

“The whole plan was for me to draw Elise-chan and to give her an amazing present on Christmas eve, that she just couldn’t turn away!” He had realized that Elise hadn’t participated in this game and therefore couldn’t be drawn, right…?

“So who did you draw instead?”

“Dazai!” Mori clenched his hair, ruining its carefully crafted and slicked back style. “Dazai. Of all people.”

Huh… to Elise that did not sound that bad. Dazai was a strange guy but so were most people in the Port Mafia and she had nothing against him, even if he never played with her.

“So?”

“So! He is very cunning and will surely hold everything I might get him against me. I thought about more bandages but he surely has a full store of them. Then about a suicide book but we can’t be sure that he doesn’t actually succeed in one of his attempts for once. We cannot lose him due to something stupid like this.”

This was what kept Rintarou up at night? Worrying about Dazai? Elise smiled, maybe the cold hearted Mafia leader did care about his former ward after all.

“I’m in a good mood, Rintarou, so I’ll help you just this once.” The light that filled Mori’s eyes was heartwarming and creepy at the same time. What to do with this idiot?

The blonde hummed. “Have you thought about what Dazai likes?” The moment Mori opened his mouth to respond, Elise interrupted him. “Aside from suicide!”

Mori closed his mouth and started to think. It took an embarrassingly long time, the answer should be clear, shouldn’t it? Dazai might be cunning but he clearly showed in his behavior what he cared about.

Nodding, the Mafia leader spoke again. “He likes beautiful women.”

Really?

Rintarou was denser than she thought. “And…?”

“I can’t really give him a woman, outsiders aren’t welcome here and none of our members would indulge Dazai, handsome as he may be.”

“Rintarou… what else might he like?”

“Aside from suicide and women? Hm… handsome women in dresses. I actually have that one beautiful dress that you will hopefully grow into given some time but…”

And people wondered why Elise was always this fed up with him? This was infuriating!

Closing the distance between them, Elise took a hold of Mori’s tie and pulled him close to her – read, pulling him down to her height – and slowly and clearly tried to get her message across.

“What Dazai likes are not only beautiful women but beautiful people. With red hair. And a small statue. That can put up with his attitude?” Did she had to say it out loud?

Realization dawned upon Mori’s face, finally! His shocked mimic turned into a smirk rather quickly, replacing the clueless dork she had to put up with for so many hours a day with the sinister and cunning leader of the Port Mafia who could singlehandedly ruin entire lives with a simple word and who led the biggest underworld organization of Japan with a cruel hand.

“Oh? I see~ How observant of you Elise-chan! That is quite the idea.” He hummed, back to thinking, more efficiently than mere minutes before. “I can see how this will work out. But-“

Elise sighed, why was there always a but? This was going too well as it seemed.

“But what will I do about the dress?”

… Really?  

-


Despite clearly telling Chuuya that he would not go to Mori’s Christmas party and hating the whole idea from the start – he still found this a ridiculous farce by the way – Dazai found himself on just that party. He had only come here to spite Chuuya and ruin his day, as he had already told Akutagawa who was already freaked out by so many people and so much Christmas lighting but nevertheless followed him like a lost puppy and Kajii who wore the most hideous Christmas sweater he had ever seen (yes, there were lemons on them, thank you for asking).

Other reasons Dazai might be here ranged from spiking the punch, filming Chuuya while the other was flat out drunk again and Chuuya’s comment about kissing someone under the mistletoe. The last reason was the one he told nobody about, obviously, and that made him paranoid enough earlier that day that he decided to come after all.

Tachihara was acting sketchy the whole week after all, everyone in the Mafia except Chuuya knew about his rather obvious crush on the other red head and there was the very real danger of him trying to kiss his Chuuya tonight.

His Chuuya? Naaah, more like the annoying hat rack, yes that sounded better.

Anyway, there was absolutely no way that Tachihara was kissing Chuuya tonight. Or anyone else. If this is what Chuuya wanted to do tonight, Dazai was right there to ruin it and make him even more miserable, this is what he lived for after all. He had no other ulterior motive, what an utterly ridiculous thought.

Where was Chuuya anyway? Most people were already here, from the Black Lizard to most of the executives and of course Mori. Maybe Chuuya was just this short that Dazai hadn’t seen him amidst all those taller people yet? Nah, that hideous hat would stand out anywhere.

“Searching for something?” A cool voice suddenly asked next of him. “Or rather… someone?” A beautiful woman stood next to him, carefully painted face adorned by a smirk, highlighted eyes sparkling with something Dazai could not read. He always had problems reading Kouyou.

“Kouyou ane-san. What a pleasure! You look stunning~” For once this was no lie, the executive went all out tonight. Her kimono tonight was of the colour of the night sky, portrayed with a myriad of cherry blossoms that accentuated it quite nicely. She was the most beautiful person in the whole Mafia of course, save for…

“Have you seen Chuuya anywhere?” Ah damnit, that question gave himself away.

Kouyou realized that as well, clever as always, chuckling while searching the room with her eyes as well. “So you are indeed searching for someone.” Her tone held repressed laughter, clearly seeing through what Dazai was trying to hide.

This is why he was not comfortable talking to her. This and the fact that she was kind of Chuuya’s foster mother and therefore highly protective of him, what always made Dazai weary since he did not know what of Dazai’s cruelty towards Chuuya the other shared with her. A lot, if the accusing cool looks he often received from her were any indication.

“You’ve got me there. So, have you seen him? It’s not as funny seeing Akutagawa getting drunk as it is with Chuuya.” Akutagawa had found the punch after Dazai had shoved him away with a bunch of questionable accuses. Normally the goth kid wouldn’t go out of his way to drink but the many people did make him feel highly uncomfortable so he used an escape Chuuya used so often before. If Dazai were a better mentor he would care about his young, underaged, charge getting drunk. But this was the Mafia, nobody cared and Chuuya already set the record for being the youngest drinker in the organization.

Kouyou next to him shook her head. “Not yet. He came by earlier and borrowed some things. Chuuya was called by Mori-san as far as I can recall.”

Mori? Why that? That did not sound good… at all. Chuuya had no business with that old pervert, there was no mission tonight since the whole ‘family’ was supposed to enjoy this gathering and Chuuya normally never met with the Boss without Dazai by his side. This was highly worrying.

“Are you worried, lad?” Ah Kouyou, sharp as ever.

Dazai gave her a smirk, his current anxiety and worry invisible. “Of course not. Chuuya could rot in a ditch for all I care,” Kouyou clearly flinched at that, full out glaring at him now.

“I just wanted to know who his Secret Santa was. It’s funny! I got Tachihara, I gave him the most suitable gift ever.” His smirk grew wider, ignoring the worry that was gnawing at him because of his partner’s absence. “An old sock!” Dazai laughed out loud, boisterous even in his own ears. “A sock! Like in Harry Potter, you know?”

“I see,” Kouyou was not even slightly amused by this. Her glare only intensified. “If you excuse me, I have other people I’d like to talk to.” With that she left him alone once more.

Oops. Here he had wanted to ruin Chuuya’s evening and ruined Kouyou’s instead. Nothing he could do about this.

Getting himself a glass of punch – damn that was strong stuff! Hopefully Akutagawa could handle himself – Dazai studied the party once more. People were dancing, just like Chuuya had wanted to. Others were standing in groups, laughing and talking animatedly, like Hirotsu and that damn Tachihara who hadn’t said anything about the sock by the way. Obviously Dazai wasn’t invited to their group.

His gaze fell upon the Port Mafia leader himself, Mori looked smug while he twirled Elise around once. The little girl was dressed in a frilly red Santa dress, Dazai was sure it was a present from the perv himself. Catching his eyes, Mori’s entire face lit up even more when he saw Dazai, smirking he raised his glass to toast to the member of Double Black, gaze full of mockery. Dazai in return only scoffed but raised his own glass nevertheless.

This party was becoming shittier by the minute. Where was Chuuya anyway? It was no fun if his only source of entertainment was nowhere to be found. Drowning his glass, Dazai decided to leave this dumb event, uncaring of any etiquette or appropriateness. If Chuuya wasn’t here maybe he could bother him at his home or wherever the other had holed himself up to pout.

The moment Dazai turned around to go approach the exit, his eyes locked with sapphire blue orbs. Chuuya.

Had it not been for his inimitable eyes, Dazai wouldn’t have recognized his partner and judging from the looks and murmurs that erupted all over the room by various Mafia members, most of them had not yet figured out that the person who entered the hall was truly the forbidding Mafiosi.

Okay, so maybe the sour look on the other’s face also gave him away.

Dazai gave his partner a once over again, Chuuya was indeed predestined for a fashionable late entry, suited for Hollywood stars, the way he looked tonight.

First, he wore a dress. Normally Dazai would have erupted in laughter right way, after all Chuuya, always self-conscious about his height and petite statue, willingly in women’s clothing? That was just ridiculous. Unfortunately, he was rocking that dress.

The dress was wine red and surprisingly fitted Chuuya’s fiery locks more than well, accentuated them even. And it had a rather large slit up to the thigh at the side, showing off his partner’s incredibly well formed leg, not that Dazai was staring at it. Chuuya’s obvious lack of breasts was made up with a see-through neckline that ended in a sort of choker, pepped up with a black velvet ribbon and matching long gloves.

It was for any lack of words, stunning.

Second, if the fact that his partner was able to rock a dress was surprising, then the way he handled himself on heels was tremendous. Those shoes were probably higher than any of the heels Dazai had seen on other ladies tonight, promoting Chuuya’s height to an at least decent size.

The room was still stunned silent, either because people were wondering who this exotic beauty was or because they indeed recognized Chuuya Nakahara but were too shocked by his appearance to utter a word; if this made Chuuya uncomfortable, he was immaculate at hiding it.

Still not being able to form any coherent words, Dazai rushed over to his partner before any other person had the chance to. If some ugly mutt like Tachihara would approach Chuuya while he looked like this, Dazai could not entirely vouch for his safety. Not that he was jealous or something but his petite mafia had by far better things to do than waste his time with dirty underlings.

Things like talking to Dazai instead. Or dance with him.

Although that proved to be problematic once Dazai reached Chuuya’s vicinity.

“Chuuya!”

“Bandage bastard. Why the fuck are you here?” Chuuya scowled, evening already ruined – and in such a short time, that was a personal record!

Sporting a big toothy smile, Dazai held out his arms and twirled around. “I wanted to see how ridiculous this whole evening would end up being. And you!” He pointed a finger in Chuuya’s face. “Are indeed the most ridiculous thing I have seen all night.”

The momentarily hurt that flashed across Chuuya’s face nearly went unnoticed but Dazai could still clearly see it. “That’s not true and we both know it,” Chuuya uttered. “If you excuse me now, I have better things to do.”

Kouyou’s influence truly was unmistakable… and Dazai was once again left all alone.

Worse, Chuuya – who had an incredible backside in that dress, and those hips! – approached Mori, effortlessly drawing him into a conversation. Chuuya and Mori? What was going on here? That his partner was called into Mori’s office earlier was a warning sign on its own, but this here was highly suspicious. Huh.

Of course, Dazai had to find out what all this was about. He snatched Akutagawa away from the punch with the plan on using the boy for his advantage and as an informant.

“Akutagawa! I need your help for a sec~” The boy would never refuse him.

… in a normal state that is. Too bad that Akutagawa’s earlier trip to the punch had ended in a long stay there while trying to avoid Kajii and his newest science discoveries, all while drowning drink after drink. Yeah, the poor boy wasn’t even intoxicated, he was wasted.

“O- f’course, D-Dazai-san,” he swayed slightly, having massively more problems with staying on his legs than Chuuya and his high heels ever had.

“Wh-can I dooo?”

Dazai wrinkled his nose, disgusted with the smell and general state of his protégé. Nevertheless, he patted the younger’s shoulder (Akutagawa wouldn’t remember this in the morning anyway). “Do me the favor and go to your room. And sleep!”

The other only nodded and staggered away, uncaring that he went in the entirely wrong direction. With another sigh, Dazai turned away, disinterested, one truly could not expect him to play the babysitter tonight, right?

There was no other way than approaching Mori and Chuuya directly now, he had a right to know what his partner and boss did behind his back, after all. He was just as important.

With another booming smile he brushed Elise aside, ignoring her shout and touched Mori’s shoulder, alerting the older man of his presence.

“Mori-san!”

“Dazai-kun.”

Silence. Both man stared at each other, trying to win an uncalled contest that left a confused Chuuya standing next to them, looking from one intimidating and simply creepy man to the other. The staring contest quickly morphed into a contest of who could sport the creepiest grin, that held no obvious winner, at least in Chuuya’s opinion who couldn’t decide what freaked him out more, Mori’s smirk and hooded eyes that resembled a reptile or Dazai’s threatening grin, not unlike a predator. He should get out of here fast, before he might end in the cross fire.

Well… too late.

“My my, Mori-san,” gone was the predator, replaced by Dazai’s usual suave unreadable mask. “Good that I get the chance to talk to you. Take a look at this.” Along with a disdainful look Dazai motioned towards Chuuya who could do nothing but gape at him in return.

“Chuuya in a drag. Isn’t this disgusting? I thought nothing could beat that ugly mutt of a hat, but this is over the top. How can you even allow this?”

A short sideway glance revealed that this indeed hurt his red haired partner, who clutched the hem of his dress warily and turned his head down due to a sudden bout of self-consciousness.

If only Dazai was a slightly more honest man or if he had the actual capability of expressing his feelings, he might be dancing with his beautiful partner already, showering him with compliments and with a chance of something more happening between them on this Christmas Eve. This was what Dazai wanted deep down and this and more was what Chuuya deserved.

Unfortunately, this was still Dazai and despite being a genius and tactical mastermind, he had the tactfulness of an oaf and the bad tendency to insult everything he cared about. What mostly meant Chuuya.

Seeing his mistake, he recoiled, wanting to take those words away, but the damage was already done anyway.

Mori only gave Dazai an incredulous look before staring at Chuuya confused. “Well… this is awkward then.” He motioned towards the red head. “Merry Christmas anyway, Dazai-kun, I thought you’d like your present. Apparently not, I’m terribly sorry.”

Huh?

It took a lot to shatter Dazai’s mask of indifference but for once he looked confused. What was that old pervert implying this time?

“You seem confused? This was my present for you, Dazai-kun! For this Secret Santa event.” Mori feigned surprise when he addressed his protégé. “I heard that you are quite fond of your partner and of course beautiful women, so I wanted to combine those factors. I think the present turned out rather well.”

Apparently dismissing Dazai with this, Mori turned towards the stunned Chuuya, bowed slightly and held out his hand. “I’m sorry for causing you this malaise, Chuuya-kun. I think you look lovely tonight. Truly beautiful. May I ask for a dance?”

Right now, Dazai resembled a gaping fish. This was not happening right now, his Chuuya would absolutely not waste his first dance of the night with this creep, he-

“I’d love to.”

He did just that.

Resembling a dejected lover – and was he not some kind of that? – Dazai had to look on from the sideline while his precious partner entwined his arm with his boss’ and went onto the dance floor, not noting the nasty smirk Mori sent Dazai’s way.

“You are an idiot.” Elise shook her head, incredulous. “You had one job.”

Before Dazai could snap at her, she already vanished between the other guests, perks of being small.

And so Dazai had to stare helplessly at his partner who greatly enjoyed himself while dancing with Mori. And Hirotsu. And Gin. It seemed that every member of the Port Mafia wanted to dance with Chuuya tonight, who did not turn down a single person, always sporting a sincere smile on his face, truly happy. And he did enjoy himself, showing dancing skills most people weren’t able to sport ever in their lifetime, let alone on heels and in a dress.

It made Dazai’s blood boil in his veins. He was the only person who was allowed to make Chuuya feel this way, he was the only one who was allowed to hold him like that, twirling him around in an elegant curve that highlighted his beautiful dress and his perfect dancing. He was the only one who was supposed to be this close, to make Chuuya happy.

The moment he decided to finally intervene was when Tachihara approached Chuuya, clearly eager to ask for the next dance. Dazai would just not let that happen, let this grunt touch his small Mafia, lay his grimy hands on his petite waist and – a quick glance towards the ceiling, where a small mistletoe hang innocently – he would intervene right now.

“Chuuya-san-“

“Chuuya!!”

Right before Tachihara was able to ask that dreadful question, Dazai slid in between him and his partner, grabbing Chuuya’s hands tightly.

“Dance with me.”

A snide glance towards Tachihara had the poor fool scrambling away, fearing for his life, that was naught but suffering ever since laying his eyes on a certain member of Double Black.

Chuuya instead didn’t take Dazai’s interference that lightly. “Stupid bastard! Haven’t you ruined my evening enough already? What do you want?!”

Moving his hands towards Chuuya’s slight waist, Dazai intensely stared into the other’s eyes. He wasn’t allowed to screw up now, otherwise he’d lose Chuuya and his kiss to another person, unforgivable. Dazai had done enough screwing up already, now he had to be the person the smaller man deserved.

“I told you already, dance with me, Chuuya.”

“B-But-“

“No buts. I’ll… I’ll admit this only once, okay?” Now or never. “I lied. Earlier I mean, about you. You look beautiful and I did come here just for you and I-“

A gloved finger upon his lips stopped him before Dazai could blur out any more of his deepest secrets. Chuuya chuckled, which turned into a laughing sound shortly thereafter. He had truly a beautiful laugh.

“Alright, alright I get it. I know how much it must hurt you to share so many feelings. It was quite obvious that you put on a show this time, you’re getting easier to read, idiot, are you getting old?”

Chuuya reciprocated Dazai’s half hug, entwining his arms around his partner’s neck.

“Sooo… you wanted to dance?”

And dancing they did.

It wasn’t the first time the pair danced together to slow music, there were numerous occasions during past missions where they had to attend balls and act like a couple in love after all and that was not even involving the slow intimate dances they had in the dead of the night, where both of them were too drunk to care and just let the music and their feelings guide them.

There was just a certain chemistry between them that neither could deny, nor cared to address.

Chuuya had his eyes closed, slightly leaning into his partner, matching every of Dazai’s steps perfectly. “Chuuya, you really look beautiful. But I will still laugh about you in a dress tomorrow.”

“I know. And I will punch you in the face for it.”

“That’s only fair.”

They had lost track of time, had it been just one dance or many more? Right now it did not matter.

At least till Dazai suddenly perked up. “Wait. So you were my gift?”

A small blush tinted Chuuya’s face red. “I suppose. Mori basically begged me to do it but it was Elise who convinced me in the end.”

“That means basically you’re mine tonight?” Dazai broke out into a broad grin. “I can do anything I want with you!~”

“D-dazai! Bastard, that’s not what this means! Oi!”

Said bastard didn’t listen to his partner, only grabbed his wrist instead and pulled him along with him into a corner.

“Somewhere here was it supposed to be…. Aha!”

The next moment, Chuuya was in a closet. Literally. Dazai had dragged him into an unused maintenance room where cleaning supplies were stored away, unseen from any prying eyes and utterly dark.

It was a tad bit cliché.

Dazai did not waste any time, he leaned down, trying to capture his partner’s lips with his own. Chuuya though did see through the other’s plan, immediately blindly dodging away so that Dazai’s lips only found his forehead.

That was not the way this would be going. “Oh no, suicide freak. If you think you can just drag me around and have your way with me like that, you’re wrong. I’m not that easy.”

There was a loud groan next to him, he still couldn’t see his partner in that dark closet but Chuuya could imagine the pout the other was sporting now. Dazai was never able to handle rejection well.

A sigh indicated that Dazai had resigned. “Wait a moment.” Or not. Dazai hurriedly left the room, scurrying away. The red head played with the hem of his dress, unsure if this was just another joke and he was left alone for good this time. At least Chuuya found the light switch for the single little lightbulb over his head, so that he was able to finally see again.

Dazai returned shortly thereafter – so he didn’t just ditch him, good! – with something tiny in his hand. “Close your eyes for a moment, Ch-uu-ya!~”

He shouldn’t trust his partner blindly like that, his blind devotion would bring him to an early grave someday… still, he did exactly what was asked of him and closed his eyes. When Chuuya was allowed to open them again, he was only able to blink at the innocent little mistletoe that hung over his head, as if laughing at his own naivete.

Oh.

Dazai smiled at him. “I remember you saying that you wanted to kiss someone under the mistletoe. And oh, look! You’re standing right under one. You know that you’re supposed to kiss me now?”

This magnificent asshole.

Even with impromptu planning, Dazai still got him good. But who was Chuuya to deny him?

With a slight huff, he grabbed the chocolate brown hair, pulled the other down to his height and pressed their lips together. It wasn’t the first time they kissed, of course, so it was no surprise that Dazai grabbed his hips and deepened the kiss almost immediately, turning it from sweet and innocent into heated and lustful in mere moments.

Yes, Chuuya mused, there was a reason he forgave this bastard almost everything he did to him. Someone other than those idiots would call this little something love.

Breaking free from the kiss, Dazai stared intently into the other’s eyes, his own single visible eye already clouded by lust. “Don’t ever let yourself get dragged down by anything I say, you know I don’t mean to hurt you.” He knew. Of course, he always knew. “You’re stunning, you’re beautiful. And best of all? You’re mine tonight. Never thought that I’d be happy with one of Mori’s ideas.”

Chuuya shuddered under his hold. “Way to ruin the mood, stupid Dazai. Don’t you dare mention him now.”

“Naw, I’m sorry! Shall I Make it up to you?~” With that he tightened his hold on Chuuya’s weight, easily lifting his small frame up and placing the other onto a few cartons.

Realizing his compromising position, legs wide opened, dress ridden up and revealing more than it hid, Chuuya self-consciously tried to regain propriety but Dazai had none of that, stepping between those opened legs, crowding himself right into Chuuya’s personal space.

“Hmm, I’m not so sure that I ruined the mood now, Ch-uu-ya~” Hot breath met the juncture of his neck. “Look at you, all hot and bothered, appearance askew. You do look quite naughty!”

There was no denying of that, Chuuya already had problems keeping his breathing steady and his partner was not helping in that matter. A harsh bite into his neck had him crying out, slight noises of pain contradicted by the further baring of his throat. He was a sucker for this carrot and stick treatment after all. But there was no way in hell that Chuuya Nakahara would back down and be used like this without at least a little resistance.

“Hah… and what about you, Dazai-kuuun?” Without further ado, he grasped the other’s most intimate part, not surprised to find a rather obvious bulge there. “Someone seems to like that dress?”

The rather tight grip had Dazai moaning out, of course he was turned on, he had this salacious man right under his hold, unable to get away from him, completely at his mercy. And that dress!

With another grip, Dazai pushed the dress even further up, so that it was not even covering anything anymore, revealing the black lace panties Chuuya hid underneath the fabric, stretched to the limit due to his partner’s own erection.

“Hm~ what where you planning on doing tonight? Matching panties? What a slut.”

Those comments were nothing new in the bedroom and Dazai knew that Chuuya wouldn’t get upset about this little bit of dirty talk. The twitching movement under those panties indicated that the red head liked being addressed like this anyway. Dazai was always right after all.

“Well, I had to keep up a certain appearance. And it’s not like I hadn’t had enough potential suitors tonight.”

The thought of other people dancing with his Chuuya, touching what is his, had Dazai growling out. A harsh bite into that offered throat marked his property so that no one would even dare to look at Chuuya longer than necessary. The whine he received in return was just another bonus.

Unhappy of being only on the receiving end, Chuuya used both of his hands to open Dazai’s zipper, pulling out his already hard erection and stroking it gently at first. He got bolder only moments later though, using both hands for a tight grip and an immediately fast pacing.

This time it was Dazai’s turn to cry out loud, momentarily losing his composure, but never one to be distracted for long. Still fascinated by the beautiful dress and those panties, he decided to not pull them off but rather mark them as his as well, groping Chuuya’s erection through them and stroking it along with the friction of the cloth.

“D-dazai…” Chuuya moaned out, finally calling his name. Said man leaned down again and captured Chuuya’s lips in another bruising kiss, making him whine into his mouth instead. It was still not enough.

Getting even closer to the other, Dazai closed as much distance as he possibly could, slowly pushing Chuuya onto his back while doing it, never leaving his lips. That let their erections touch, finally giving that oh so good friction that only turned Dazai even wilder. His own member touched Chuuya’s still clothed one, thrusting at it in a fast-rhythmical motion.

Unable to do anything in that position other than calling out his partner’s name along with various moans and whines, Chuuya used his now free hands, to hang onto Dazai’s back, digging his nails into it, all while pulling him impossibly closer.

Cupping those still clothed balls, Chuuya nearly came then and there but was cut short when Dazai put pressure on his member, denying him early release.

“Oh no,” Dazai breathed into his ear. “Was there something you wanted?” His voice was oh so innocent, like he did not just drove Chuuya even further up the wall, keeping him away from sweet precious release.

“Haah… fucking b-bastard.”

A particularly hard thrust. “That’s me.” Now even Dazai’s knuckles caressed Chuuya’s oversensitive erection. “Now, what was it you wanted, Chuuya?”

All the while Dazai kept on humping him, giving Chuuya no moment of peace, unable to move away from the pressure on top of him and on his aching need.

“… please.” He really was no one for begging but…

A single glance at Dazai’s near black eye, clouded by lust, had Chuuya even further crying out.

“Please?~”

“Dazai, let me come…”

“Of course~”

The moment Dazai’s erection did not hit his own, Dazai’s hand was there, keeping the pressure and need steady, giving Chuuya no chance for rest, having him constantly on the edge. When the hand left his need, Dazai’s member was back again, furiously thrusting at his own.

“Chuuya,” the needy tone in Dazai’s voice gave him away, showed just exactly how close Dazai already was. And if Chuuya had the chance to see himself like this, he would know why. Red curls, carefully styled earlier, clung to his sweaty face, forming a halo of fiery red. Face twisted into a lustful visage, desperate for more, desperate for release, eyes tightly closed in lust. Gracious dress ridden up high, revealing everything in a pure vision of decadence, beauty torn apart by near animalistic need.

“Come for me.”

It was a single command, three little words, not the one everyone strived to hear, but exactly what he needed in that moment. With a loud cry Chuuya came right then and there, ruining his panties with his milky release that had nowhere to go.

Seeing his lover like this, face twisted in ecstasy, Dazai was short to follow. Like he decided earlier, he wanted to completely mark Chuuya as his own, therefore bit into the other’s throat the moment he came, releasing his load onto his already stained undies and the edges of the dress.

Slowly pulling away, the taller man stared at his partner for a while in pure wonder, memorizing every blush, every needy gasp, his whole debauched appearance. When he had thought that Chuuya looked beautiful earlier, then this here was perfection. He had never seen something as beautiful in his life.

Slowly coming back to life, Chuuya finally realized his state and position, staring at the ruined dress and then at Dazai.

Dazai only smirked. “Merry Christmas. Now, should we move this into the bedroom?~”

It was a surprisingly compact closet. Nobody outside had heard their cries of pleasure and ecstasy earlier. Dazai’s following cry of pain was heard by everyone though.

 -


Just as he thought, everything had gone according to plan. Mori hummed while he sat in his office with his beloved cute Elise, sporting a for once sincere smile. The evening was quite… eventful after all.

After the loud cry of pain that undoubtedly belonged to Dazai, a flustered and disheveled Chuuya emerged from the closet room, of course drawing everyone’s attention to him. Ignoring the stares at his ruined dress and bruised throat he gave every person that dared to make eye contact with him a death stare, effectively shutting them up. Then he loudly complained “and I still haven’t had a single drop of alcohol!”, grabbed a bottle of Champagne and excited the hall in a huff.

He still rocked those high heels.

A good ten minutes later an even worse looking Dazai emerged from the same closet, sporting a bloody nose and an obvious black eye. He only shrugged at the people staring at him, expecting sympathy and muttered something about “you know the ladies”, before grabbing a bottle of wine and following Chuuya. There was no doubt what those two did the rest of the night. It will be providing Mafia gossip for months.

Yes, everything had gone wonderfully.

“You look happy, Rintarou.” Elise had left her place on the couch and stood next to him.

“Of course my dear Elise-chan, obviously I ship those two. And they are better than any comedic act I could have hired.”

Elise only huffed, not getting the other’s fascination with this kind of amusement. “Well, even I have to admit that the party had been a success. Oh!”

Suddenly she turned away and retrieved a small package that she gave to the Mafia Leader.

“I’m supposed to give you this from Dazai. He says ‘Merry Christmas’”

Mori beamed at that. He had not even been Dazai’s Secret Santa and he still got a gift? Smiling he opened the package. His protégé did hold him in high regards after all! Finally, he received a bit of respect and compensation after all his hard work and-

Oh.

….. oooh.

“Rintarou?”

“….. Elise-chan…. Please leave the room…”

Normally Elise would not have followed Mori’s request but seeing his white, pale and shocked face, she indulged him for once, nodding in confusion.

When he was all alone, Mori let the present fall to the ground, not daring to look at it.

On the ground lay a used pair of panties. There was a note attached to it.

Next time, please get some in red. Merry Christmas - Dazai






(You’re still here? I am so sorry for this! Your art is incredible, this can’t even compare but you recognize Chuuya’s dress?~

And for the smut… you wished for ‘naughty’ and nothing else. I never ever wrote smut before, so of course it’s bad. I hope I did not freak anyone out!

Anyway, Merry Christmas to you and all the wonderfull Soukoku shippers and people in the bsd fandom, you ROCK!!!)

I brought you a present.” He felt immediately foolish, and for a moment considered running from her rooms. 

“A present?” she said more clearly, turning toward him and blinking. 

“It’s nothing; they were giving them out at the party. Just give me your hand.”

He fished in his pockets and pulled out the gift. “Here.” He placed it in her palm.

She examined it, smiling drowsily. “A ring.” She put it on. “How pretty.” It was simple: crafted of silver, it’s only ornament lay in the fingernail-sized amethyst embedded in its center. The surface of the gem was smooth and round, and it gleamed up at the assassin like a purple eye. “Thank you,” she said, her eyelids drooping. 

“You’re wearing your gown, Celaena.” His blush refused to fade.

“I’ll change in a moment.” He knew she wouldn’t. “I just need… to rest.” Then she was asleep, a hand upon her breast, the ring hovering over her heart. With a disgruntled sigh, the captain grabbed a blanket from the nearby sofa and tossed it over her. 

Snowy Night

Rate: K/General Audiences

Word Count:  1327

Characters: Ladybug, Chat Noir

Summary:  She liked sitting on the roof eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate with her partner and best friend while looking over their beautiful city. She wanted to keep this moment forever in the back of her mind. They rarely got the chance to sit down together and enjoy the calm between the akumas. She couldn’t help but wish that she would wake up the next day to find that Alya had posted a picture of them sitting on the roof on the Ladyblog so she could save it forever.

Notes: Shout out to my close friend and Beta, @faeblossom. 

Apologies, this isn’t the best. I haven’t wrote a fic in about a year so I’m a bit rusty.

[AO3]


Paris was always beautiful no matter the time of year or the weather, but for some reason Ladybug thought her magical city look especially beautiful that night.

There was a blanket of white covering the city and more was still fluttering down from the clouds above. The snow reflected all kinds of holiday lights, making the city look brighter than ever despite it being late evening. In the streets below were many people still bustling about in their winter coats and brightly colored hats and starves. The street lamps are wrapped in lovely faux greenery. There were wreaths and lit garland structures where there would normally be flags. The Eiffel Tower could only be seen through the falling snow thanks to its bright lights.

Overall the city warm and inviting, counterattacking whatever chill that was clinging to the air.

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Best Laid Plans

Last Fluffstravaganza fic! All three slots done and dusted and a lot of fun. ^^ I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I did writing them ♥ All the fluff!

@masked-fox-creations request for a birthday fic. (As cavity inducing/sweet as possible)

Summary: The twins find out when Stan and Ford’s birthday is. Now all they have to do is plan the Best Birthday Ever.

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‘What the fuck though?’

Greg plonked the bowl on the far corner of his desk and slid the fish in with an ungraceful plop. ‘Tell me about it.’

Sally leaned against the wall and grinned down at him as he flopped into the deskchair.

‘So did he give any reason for it at all?’

‘Yeah, no, absolutely he did. He sat there, took one sip of boiling hot tea and told me it was to promote harmonious movement.’

Sally cracked up laughing.

Greg grinned ‘I know.’

‘Sounds like a bowel disorder.’

‘Exactly what I thought.’

They looked at the goldfish, a strangely elegant, florid thing, all long tails and layers, swimming in circles in a dusty mixing bowl on Greg’s desk.

‘I’d say it was a housewarming present but I’ve been in that flat for almost eight months.’

Sally shook her head at him. ‘You attract nutters.’

‘He had a second one you know. A really tiny plain one in another bag.’

‘Maybe its some holiday we don’t know about. You go door to door giving people fish.’

‘If Sherlock turns up with some today we can start a tank. Yard Mascots.’

Sally looked down at the pale white scales with violent red patches. ‘Its kind of perfect really.’ She pushed herself up with a smile. ‘I’ll source some tiny crime scene tape for Officer Finn’s scene.’

Greg was still laughing when she shut the door.

Bruises: part 3

(part one)(part two)

TW: mentions/aftermath of abuse

And all these sorrows I have seen
They lead me to believe
That everything’s a mess
Dream, Imagine Dragons


[Simon: 1:30am] Baz, I need you.

[1:31am] I’m on my way now.

The world is screaming.

 Baz is a block away from Simon’s house when the headlights catch someone stumbling down the sidewalk, and illuminates a familiar thatch of bronze curls. Simon lifts his head, he has a black eye and a cut on his lip, but he’s still in one piece.

Baz is out of the car within seconds.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Baz slides an arm around Simon’s waist and guides him to his car.

“He knows,” Simon murmurs. “I’m dead, Baz. He’s going to kill me. He fucking knows.” His words are stumbling over each other.

“Simon, I’m not going to let him.”

“How?” he asks desperately. “You haven’t been able to stop him before.”

And Baz feels like his being torn apart, because he hasn’t tried to stop David. He’s always there for the aftermath, not the prelude.

Baz brings a hand up to cup Simon’s face and gently traces his thumb along the edges of the dark bruise beneath his right eye. Simon pulls back from Baz’s touch and drops his gaze to the floorboard.

“Simon, look at me.”

He does, and Baz’s heart breaks because the liveliness in his eyes is gone, he doesn’t look like the Simon that was at his house earlier. He has cracks in him.

“I want to give you the world, Simon Snow,” Baz whispers into golden curls. “Because that’s what you deserve.” His fingers lightly trail over fading and fresh bruises, his lips following suit. He knows he can’t kiss them away, but he can sure as hell try.

The world is quiet, and Baz almost convinces himself that everything can stay like this, Simon tucked in his bed where bruises can heal and the fortress walls around them are impenetrable.

Grey morning light filters into the kitchen, washing Simon away and replacing his skin with prominent, purple bruises. Baz can’t tear his gaze away from the one under Simon’s eye, so he busies himself with boiling some tea.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Baz says softly. “I should’ve known something was going to happen.”

Simon shrugs and shifts his attention to a yellow finch outside in the birdbath. “S'fine, I’m used to it.”

“That’s the problem, Simon. You shouldn’t have to be used to it.” Baz fills up two mugs with tea and sets one down in front of Simon.

Simon opens his mouth to argue but promptly closes it and drops his gaze to the tabletop. It’s a rich dark color, and incredibly posh, like everything else in Baz’s house.

“I’m sorry,” he says finally. “It’s just my life, if I could change it I would.”

Baz runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long sigh. “I don’t want you to apologize, I want you to see that how your dad treats you isn’t normal. It’s not something that should happen regularly.”

“Daddy said David Snow hurts Simon because he has a really nasty drinking problem.” A voice suddenly says.

Mordelia.

“Shut up, Mord, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Baz hisses.

A wicked smile plays it’s way onto Mordelia’s lips . Her cold, slate eyes flicker from Simon to Baz before she spins around on her heel and waltzes out of the kitchen.

Baz turns to Simon. There are tears rolling down his cheeks.

Simon shuts down fast, he’s hollowing himself out, and all of his walls come crashing down at once. His façade splits in two, and Baz is more than willing to try and piece it back together, piece him back together.

“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling Simon against his chest. “You’ve been so strong, love, and I want to get to a place where you don’t have to be anymore.”

2

The Voice Inside Your Head Part 9

Parts 1-8

*Demon Jack Gilinsky*

Part 9

 Satisfaction. Such an underrated sensation. It is usually desire that is credited to the downfall of temptation. But what about satisfaction? That feeling in the pit of your stomach that indicates you have done everything right, in that moment everything is just how it is supposed to be. Desire and satisfaction may go hand in hand, but there’s just something about how satisfying satisfaction can be. The desire to achieve satisfaction is what drives everything.

 He sits on the steps outside the gambling house, shifting to adjust to his unfamiliar form. The cool black marble of the stairs contrasts the heat that radiates off the surrounding flames casting orangey shadows across his fair skin. The disparity of a boy with white-ish blonde hair and porcelain skin surrounded by dark bleakness and red-hot pain is stark and, to an extent, alarming.

 Jack jogs up the steps, noting that the vague smirk on the boy is somewhat unsettling on his angelic face.

“Leviathan?” Jack asks, his eyebrow quirking up at the corner.

“Actually, it’s just Levi now,” his smirk deepens.

“That… That’s the form you chose to take?” Jack gapes in astonishment.

“Well, my usual sea serpent alias isn’t very discreet and you made it very clear that I needed to be covert soooooo,” Levi trails off, waving his hand.

“Okay but do you have to look like that?” Jack says a bit exasperatedly.

“Why?” Levi’s smirk transforms into a full-blown Cheshire grin, “Do you find me attractive?”

“Honestly yeah and I want you to keep an eye on her, not seduce her,” Jack admits brashly.

“Relax man, I’m just fucking with you. I know what we agreed to,” Levi stands up, his frame about three inches taller than Jack’s.

“I just don’t get why you agreed to this. What’s in it for you? You don’t like humans and I highly doubt you feel like helping me out of the kindness of your metaphorical heart.”

“You see, Jack,” Levi begins descending down the stairs gracefully, stopping only to address the cambion, “There’s a certain satisfaction in undermining your father.”

Jack swallows a sigh, watching Levi’s figure disappear into the flames. He’s been warned against making a deal with the devil, and he hopes to God that making a deal with one of the nine princes of hell isn’t just as dangerous.

**

 She sits in the café, two frigid hands stained with various colors of paint grip the ceramic coffee cup while her gaze follows the people entering and leaving the place. This is the fifth day in a row she’s come here after work and every day Levi has been here also.

 He’s wiping down the surrounding tables, aware of her people watching. He’s noticed how she’s very observant of her surroundings. He’s also noticed how acute her attention to him is, leaving little room for error. Her attentiveness is amusing. Humans have such silly habits.

“You really do come here often.”

She jumps slightly at the sound of Levi’s raspy voice disrupting the quiet buzz.

“I wasn’t exaggerating,” she laughs softly.

“Usually when people say they go somewhere a lot they mean like two or three times a week, not every day. But I see you’ve found some time to paint,” he nods to her hands, “Are you a painter?”

“Oh, no,” she glances down at the mess of colors, “I’m a photographer. This is just a mocking reminder that my one attempt at artwork was a complete and utter fail.”

“I’m not surprised,” Levi laughs.

“Excuse me?” she recoils in offense.

“Oh, my bad. I didn’t mean that rudely or offensively. What I did mean was that artists and photographers see the world differently; you capture reality, painters create reality. Your brain is hardwired to see what is already there and present it in its most flattering form, but painters, painters turn nothing into something by seeing something that isn’t even there. It’s amazing really, and not easy to do so I wouldn’t beat yourself up over it,” he explains.

“Fair point,” she grins.

He pegged her as an intellectual the moment she first walked into the café, and the way her eyes lit up during his explanation tells him he’s right. Humans aren’t near as mysterious and they’d like to think they are. All the little things they aren’t aware of give them away every time. You just have to know what to look for. However, most people are too clouded by their own preconceived notions and bias that the hints are near invisible. If only they could learn to step outside themselves and see what is so painfully obvious. If only.

 The high-pitched ring of tinny bells makes them both turn their heads towards the door. Sam walks through the threshold casually, an envelope in his right hand. Levi straightens up quickly, getting a read on the new boy as quickly as he can.

“Hey, I figured you’d be here,” Sam says, slipping into the chair across from her.

“Am I really that predictable?” she giggles.

“It would appear so,” Levi interjects.

Sam twists his neck to look at the barista, giving him a confused look.

“Can I get you something?” Levi adds quickly.

“Just a medium black coffee would be great, thanks,” Sam gives Levi a short nod of appreciation.

Levi smiles tightly, starting for the counter area.

“Who’s he?” Sam asks.

“New barista, he started last week.”

Sam makes a face that says something along the lines of ‘you creep much?’

“I’m here all the time alright? I notice when something is different,” she shrugs.

“The fact that he’s not bad to look at has nothing to do with it?” Sam smirks.

She rolls her eyes, kicking Sam under the table. “I’m not interested like that, he just gives off a vibe.”

“A vibe?” Sam stifles a laugh.

“Yes you fuckass, a vibe,” she whisper-hisses as Levi returns to the table with a coffee cup in hand.

“Here you go,” Levi sets the cup down, smiling politely, “That’ll be $2.06.”

Sam hands Levi the money, putting in a quick ‘thank you’ before he returns to his spot behind the counter as a rush of people come in.

“Alright you can explain whatever the hell you mean by that later, I want to tell you about this envelope!” Sam grins excitedly.

“Explain away,” she smiles back at him, his enthusiasm contagious.

“I was asked to model for this campaign,” he slides the envelope over to her so she can read the information for herself.

Her eyes drift over the inked words, her chest expanding with pride after every sentence.

“Oh my god, Sam,” she whispers in awe, “This is amazing.”

“I know right?! It’s not until a month from now, but I want you to go with me. It’s the shots you took that got me the job so I literally could not have done it without you.”

“I would love to go with you,” she beams, “I’m so proud of you, Sammy.”

“Not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of me, too,” he laughs, not beating around the bush with modesty.

“You deserve this, you really do.”

“Thanks, babe,” Sam nudges her knee with his.

Levi cringes, his face out of their line of view. Pet names have always grossed him out, even in a friendly manner. Human behavior is so odd to him, so many unnecessary things they do.

 He watches them get up from the table, laughing and smiling as they exit the café. For a brief moment the demon wonders what it would feel like to feel a sense of satisfaction for someone else, but empathy is not something he posses so the feeling goes as quickly as it came.

**

Jack stands in front of a pool table inside the empty gambling house. Rolling billiard balls into the pockets is how he chooses to pass the time while he waits for Levi. He can only stand to be inside when nobody else is around since the energy in the room when it’s filled is overwhelming. Lucky for him, there’s some big commotion on a different level of hell this evening.

 Levi slips through the doors soundlessly, approaching Jack as silently as he entered.

“Hey,” Levi whispers in Jack’s ear.

“Jesus!” Jack jumps in surprise, his hand flying to the place on his chest where his heart may or may not be.

“He can’t help you here,” Levi chuckles, sitting on the edge of the pool table.

“Was that really necessary?” Jack scowls.

“It’s the little things,” Levi grins.

“You’re late.”

“I wasn’t aware I had a curfew, sorry dad.”

“Never mind. Was she there again?” Jack inquires.

“Oh yes. And I’d bet that she’ll be there again tomorrow. Creature of habit that one is. But there was something different about today,” Levi baits him.

“Go on,” Jack presses.

“Her friend Sam showed up. Something about him reminds me of a puppy. He seems loyal. He also has those big eyes that make him seem a lot more innocent than he probably is. Do we like him?” Levi inquires.

“Sam uh… He’s a good friend to her,” Jack scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Sam. Good. Got it,” Levi gives a thumbs up, “I’ll remember not to kill him.”

“Oh my god don’t kill anybody,” Jack’s eyes bug out a bit.

“You’re no fun,” Levi pouts.

“You’re psychotic.”

“I’m a demon, dumbass.”

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly as he turns away from Levi. He knew this wouldn’t be an easy arrangement. Demons don’t have feelings and emotions are trifle so the importance and fragility of a situation like this is lost on them. They don’t care what the outcome is and the moment they stop having fun all bets are off. It’s a risky deal to make since there’s no security in it. But right now it’s all he has.

“Relax little cambion,” Levi stands behind Jack, “I’ll make good on our deal.”

Jack nods, too vexed to reply verbally.

 Levi starts for the doors, leaving Jack to toil with his feelings. Before he can reach out to push on the metal panels he pauses, scrunching his face up in a peculiar way.

“Something wrong?” Jack questions, noticing the hesitation.

“When Sam and your girl were leaving the café they were laughing,” Levi furrows his brows, “And I can’t get the sound of it out of my head.”

Part 10

*Not my gifs (x) (x)*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Originally posted by wild-punk

Originally posted by anakinspurpose

This imagine from thefandomimagine

Word count: 907

Cheers and laughter echoed throughout the halls signaling the start of the party. Everyone was there enjoying themselves except for one certain droid-mechanic, best friend of the celebrant.

She breathed and exhaled longer than necessary while she faced the mirror, fixing her clothes for the millionth time. It was a usual thing for them to celebrate someone’s birthday and there will be feasts every time. Everyone have mandatory day offs so they can have time to enjoy themselves.

But this birthday is different than all the others and she didn’t know if the celebrant will like what she did.

BB-8 rolled to her feet and circled there, beeping while she fixed herself up for the last time.

*You are fine. You look good, Master. You should go there now. Do not look so nervous. You have been late for an hour.* The droid beeped.

“I’m not nervous, BB-8.” She groaned and slinged her little bag to her shoulder. She looked at the droid before closing her workplace’ door. “See you in a few hours.”

BB-8 rolled from right to left while beeping on its robotic language telling her to take care and good luck.

She pulled the blindfolded Poe with her, holding his hand. It took her a while to talk to him. Poe being popular around everyone is not helping at all that time. Everyone was crowding around him and talking to him. Every time she will ask him to go with her, someone will talk to him about something and then she’ll be at the back of the crowd again.

Until she got fed up and growled at anyone that tried to stop her while she pulled him outside and forced him to put the blindfold on. “Just give me a few moments with him and he’s all yours later! For crying out loud people!” She snapped at the people who still tried to follow.

“Chill, Y/N.” Poe laughed as he let her pull him to who knows where. He can feel her irritated aura even though he’s blindfolded.

“Why are they even like that? It’s not like I will kidnap you or something.” She growled again. “I needed to force my way to have my time with you. That’s the very first time I did that and I swear I will never do it again.”

“Sorry. Can’t help it if your best friend has good looks.” He joked.

“Good looks? You didn’t tell me you have one.” She rolled her eyes as they turned into a corner.

“Oh well. It’s okay if you are too shy to admit it. Where are you taking me anyway?” He asked before tripping on something.

“I’ll bring you to my apartment so I can murder you.” She replied then pushed the door open. As soon as she saw BB-8 inside the room, her free hand went to her mouth and signaled it to hide at a corner. “I’ll give you your present.”

“Ta-da~” She sang and pulled the blindfold away from him. Poe was dazed by the sudden light at first but when his eyesight finally adjusted, he looked around at the familiar room. He was unaware of BB-8 rolling behind him.

“So, your workplace is your present to me?” Poe joked and looked at her.

She just grinned and turned him around. And as soon as he faced BB-8, the droid beeped its greeting.

“Thank you for your birthday greeting, little fella.” Poe fell on his knees in front of BB-8. He was still clueless that her gift was BB-8 itself. He faced her again.

“Wow. You made a droid again? Is it your personal assistant or something? This type of droid is the first one I have seen. And….where’s my present? Will this droid show it to me?”

“The droid is my gift.” She smiled at him and the smile turned into a grin when she saw how Poe’s expression changed. He snapped his head to BB-8 then to her, his mouth opening then closing like he has something to say but could not tell it. “At least you weren’t questioning the higher-ups why you still don’t have a droid. I talked to them that I will make you one myself and they already approved of BB-8 so you can bring it on your next mission.”

“And also,” She added when Poe slowly stood. “I programmed her to electrically zap you whenever you do something reckless on your missions or whenever you prevent BB-8 from visiting me. So do you like it?”

The next thing she knew, Poe is hugging her and spinning both of them around. Her laughter echoing through out the room.

“Thank you! I love it! This is really an amazing gift!”

He didn’t notice how her cheeks had the lightest blush on them when Poe pulled away and kissed her cheeks.

“Small thing.” She returned and proceeded on introducing them to each other.

“Okay okay. I still can’t believe this. Wow. I am really happy right now. I’m loving BB-8 so much right now! I finally have a droid of my own.” Poe exclaimed while they were walking back.

“You love BB-8 more than me?” She pouted jokingly before laughing and started running to the party. “Just joking. Come on, BB-8. I’ll show you to my friends first.”

Poe smiled warmly at her back before whispering at himself. “You shouldn’t worry. You have a place in my heart ever since.”

Flavor

A/N: So this little fluffy piece was inspired by that cute, short comic of Lucy and Levy chatting and Natsu looking at Lucy then getting all flustered but for the life of me I can’t remember who drew it and I can’t find it anywhere. (If anybody wants to help me out, I’d be super grateful) but that’s where this came from with just a little extra added with the grub because, like, I love food. A lot. And so does Natsu. So it worked out.

Pairing: Nalu

Words: 1029

Fluff, humor

Summary: Natsu comes down with a bug because Lucy.


Flavor

              Food just hadn’t been tasting the same lately. Natsu had tried multiple dishes, assuming that maybe Mira had been losing her touch. He went to numerous restaurants and found that all results were the same. Left unfulfilled and deflated, he was about ready to resign himself from eating all together. If he were being honest with himself, he really wasn’t even feeling particularly hungry. He mostly continued trying to eat because at this point it was just really pissing him off. Besides fighting, eating was his favorite thing to do.

              And here he was, unable to find any joy in it as he sat once again at the guild’s bar, Mira giving him curious looks as he glared with such fervent intensity at his mostly untouched plate of fire chicken she thought it might combust.

              “Stupid food. Stupid sparkles.” He grumbled at the plate before he took another reluctant bite. As if it were taunting him, it had the same bland taste despite the obvious and familiar seasonings present, its residual bitterness its silent laughter at his misfortune. This plate of food was a real asshole.

              Then he heard it, that tinkling laughter that could be none other than the root of his problems. He turned on the stool to fix her with a fearsome glare, to give him a piece of his mind and ask her just how she would like it if he ruined her favorite things, if he went and ruined all her books, burned her papers and drained the ink from her pens.

              But when he looked at her, every plan he had fluttered away like leaves on a spring breeze. He openly stared, mouth slightly hanging open still as his thoughts were all lost.

              A large smile decorated her face as she laughed lightly and his mouth went dry. She was cast in that same ethereal glow that had been hanging around her the past few days, those familiar, accursed sparkles shining with the brilliance of stars all around her as if she were the very universe they belonged in. Each time he saw her, he swore the damn things were more in number and shined brighter. They also had to be taunting him.

              She must have felt him looking at her, as she opened her rich umber eyes, ones that glimmered even brighter than the sparkles that floated around her. He would have thought it impossible had he not just witnessed it.

              She called his name, a spell of enchantment that left him slack jawed, thoughtless and entranced by her. She directed a bright smile at him, one that made his heart skip beats as it swelled within him and made his empty stomach twist in excitement and longing.

              If he were to say she looked like anything, then an angel would be it.

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