Requiem [[Amaimon X Reader]] (PG 13)

You stared. You knew it was rude but you couldn’t help but to stare at the cute hobgoblin, it was round and reminded you of a bouncy ball you had when you were a kid. You bent down slowly, making sure to no make any sudden movements as you did so.

A smile graced your lips as the demon made its way towards you, sniffing curiously.

“Hi there,” your whispered softly as you stretched out your hand slowly.

Maybe it was fate that brought him to you that day or maybe it was the devil’s work.

That would be ironic since Amaimon was the son of the Devil himself.

“Ah! Behemoth!!”

Dressed in a rather strange fashion, the boy came running towards the hobgoblin.

You didn’t think that you would ever fall in love with a demon. Not when your father was an exorcist. But one’s feelings cannot be controlled.

“Is he your familiar?” you asked with a rather curious grin as you spotted a leash in his hand.

“Yes, hmmm he escaped while I was having my daily dose of sweets, he seems rather attracted to you.” Amaimon watched as Behemoth rubbed affectionately against your calf.

“I’m not wearing any perfume though.”

He loved to tease you but you didn’t mind. You knew that it was one of his ways of showing affection.

“I’m [f/n][l/n],” you held your hand out with a grin etched to your face.

His slender fingers wrapped around your palm in a firm yet gentle grip, sending tingles up your spine upon the contact.

“Amaimon.”

His expression of love was intense.

Words wouldn’t be able to describe it.

You could drown in his being, when his lips were upon your own.

“I have to get to Church, I would invite you but it wouldn’t be somewhere you’d feel at home.”

He chuckled at your joke.

“Will I see you around?” you asked with a hope filled eyes.

“Maybe.”

He loved to hear you sing.

The first time had been when you were at mass, singing a requiem for the dead.

The last… was at your deathbed.

“I love you.”

Bust Your Windows [[Gokudera X OC]] (PG13)

He stared at the photos that littered the floor. The glossy surfaces mocked him, the pictures with him with different women, having dinner, flirting and fucking. He followed the trail, the anxiousness didn’t fade, and he bit his lip as he walked into the garage. He ran his calloused hand through silver locks, the other tucked into the pocket of his pants.

His heavy footsteps echoed as he walked on into the dark garage, metal bands of his rings hitting against the plastic switch as he turned on the lights to a surprise.

The once beautiful F12berlinetta now vandalized.

Paint job scratched and scraped off.

The body was beyond repair, bullet holes and dents aplenty.

The windows were smashed in, though bullet proof, it wasn’t indestructible.

It had been smashed from the inside.

The interior of the car had also taken a new look, leather seats filled with bullet holes and multiple stabs and tears, the soft filling inside of the seats spilled out in a large mess.

Not one part of the luxurious car was left untouched. Even the headlights were smashed in.

But the thing that caught his attention the most was the shining silver ring that lay on the ground along with shards of gleaming glass and bullet casings, the single diamond ring laid there glittering and unscarred even though it looked like it had been thrown with much force from the dent on the band.

He fell on his knees; the pain didn’t register into his numb heart.

Even when he had told her the truth about the Mafia and how he worked, she accepted him. His blood stained hands she held and kissed, forgiving him in so many ways no matter what.

But now, she was gone.

The person he loved.

The one thing he cared for.

“Thanks for getting me, Reborn,” she smiled sadly as she wiped away the tears that threatened to fall.

“It’s not a problem, bella.”

Forgive Me, Aria [[Gamma X Yuni]] (PG13)

A/N: This short fic was inspired by my senpai Celestia :D
None of the KHR characters belong to me. Please don't steal. Thank you :D

He averted his gaze from the young girl whom he had known to be loyal to.

It was wrong.

He knew it was wrong yet he couldn't resist.

"Gamma," her dainty hands in his own rough ones, smooth fingers lacing with battleworn digits. Her gentle, soft voice echoed in his mind.

"Please, look at me," her voice barely a whisper as her hands tightened lightly, softly  squeezing his hands.

His dark brown eyes fell on her, her small fragile figure, soft supple skin with large pure blue eyes. He felt the need to hold her in his arms... he couldn't allow her to leave, he had already lost her once, he could not lose her again but this was wrong. Aria would not have wanted this.

"My princess, your mother wouldn't-"

He had stopped.

Her sky blue eyes were clouded with tears, threatening to fall.

"Do you not love me?"

"Forgive me," his warm hand cupped her face, the other still holding on to her own. "Forgive me," he whispered once more as he wiped her tears away and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"I love you, my princess."

=Owari=

-Naito Ryuu-

He Loves Me Not

Sitting by the window in the still night, she breathed in calmly. She held a flower, a daisy to be exact, the thin green stem rolling between the tips of her petite fingers.

"He loves me"

She pulled off one of the fragile white petals and let it fall to the floor with it's gentle swaying motion.

"He loves me not"

"Oi! What the hell are you doing out here in the rain woman?!?!" he shouted as he rushed towards her with an umbrella, his cigarette fell from his lips while he did so. "Fuck!" he swore as he stood beside her, under the umbrella.

With a small smile she continued on plucking another petal off the pretty flower.

"He loves me"

Off with a petal...

"He loves me not"

"Hey... are you hungry?" he asked, a tint of pink tainting his cheeks "Not that I care about you, but I'm starving and since we're heading back in the same-" he was cut of with a "Yes". That was the first time she saw his smile.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

"GO HOME THEN!" he had slammed the door shut. Tears were falling from her large doe like eyes. She had refused to tell him about her family problems, they were only bruises and they would heal in time, as long as she had him. Everything would be alright as long as she had him by her side. The door slammed open, his face was still red from anger but his eyes have softened. Making his way towards her quickly, he embraced her in a warm hug, his large arms going around her. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly.

"He loves me"

She let out a small yawn as she looked at the clock on the wall, it's hands were vertically aligned in the middle, telling her that it's already midnight. But she continued on with the daisy which was starting to bald.

"He loves me not"

"I WILL REPORT YOU FOR ABUSE YOU OLD BASTARD!" he shouted at whom she called her father. She didn't want him to see her in this state, helpless and in pain. Her father had beaten her, calling her a slut for having come home late. She had not mean to call him but her hands instinctively pressed her the keypad on her phone, having his number on speed dial. He had barged into her house like a knight in shining armor and threatened her father for abusing her.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

Moving in with a man 9 years older than her was a risky move but he had insisted on it. "I don't want that old man near you, not when I'm not around," he had reasoned. "Aren't you an old man too?" she asked "I'm sorry, would you repeat that?" he asked with a rather irked expression on his face "You're old right?" she asked with a grin "I'm still in my early twenties!! 24 IS NOT OLD!!!" he roared.

Giggling at the memory, she continued on.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

"Thank you," she smiled "What the hell are you thanking me for?" he scowled with a blush on his face as he pour himself a cup of coffee "Thank you for saving me, on that rainy night and when I needed you the most, thank you," she cried.

"He loves me"

"He loves me not"

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to wait up for me?"

The familiar, soothing voice had startled her, making her jump a little bit before placing the flower down on the windowsill.

"What the hell are you doing making a mess for?" he asked when he spotted the pure white petals on the ground "I was playing He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not," she got up from her chair and walked over to him.   "That's a stupid game when the answer is obvious," he pat her on the head. She smiled, a warm smile before tiptoeing up to peck him on the cheek.

"I love you too!!" she grinned as he blushed beet root red, covering the bottom half of his face in embarrassment.

Written by Naito Ryuu

A/N: Please don't steal QAQ