『 R E Q U E S T S , C L O S E D 』AnimeCharacters x Reader

23. Makoto Tachibana x Reader | Specials Like These

→ character: Makoto Tachibana | Free!

→ original fic

→ 04242017

→ in which there's a carnival in town, and makoto thinks it's a good idea for a fifth date. cheesy, but good.

[a/n]: because variety. can't keep posting diabolik lovers fics everywhere variety is very important.

coming up (another original fic), a vincent phantomhive x reader | black butler/kuroshitsuji.

xx

Makoto's hands are sealed behind his gloves, but they're still as gentle when they slide back to hold yours.

Specials like these you loved dearly, where you dressed in something more than baggy shorts and cotton tees, and you're able to snap pictures, steal kisses, both of which resonate deeply, leaving passionately burning marks on your soul.

There's a flood of teenagers, in cropped shirts and dark makeup, phones in one hand, their lovers in another. The steady, almost overstimulating throb of noise follows you like a cursed omen, though there are some in particular that earn a sideways glance from you. Laughs, screamed profanities, words far too intimate for the open public, all that merit your interest and your wandering gaze.

The crowds are all broken into groups, spaces of unfamiliarity keeping the strangers apart and the friends and lovers even closer. Some of the couples are the shier ones, that only manage to twist two or three of their fingers together, couples turning left and right for a cheap, but satisfying snack; other couples, the bolder ones, dressed more in the fading sunlight than actual clothes, easily slide through those spaces of unfamiliarity, as if looking for a corner where shadows thrived, where they could kiss and hold each other in secret, a corner where they could disappear to, and do whatever they've been thinking about doing.

The dirt's wet from a recent drizzle, not wet enough for loose mud to cling to the soles of your shoes and effectively ruin most of the experience, but just enough to make you uncomfortable when you see dirty puddles off to the side, and a gathering of deeply-embedded footprints from the unlucky latter.

There are dancing lights and screaming music and people you don't even know. There are so many beautiful things, like the alternating hues of the skies as the sun dips lower and lower into the horizon, and scattered, crisscrossing lights that would look pretty enough under just the right blur. Neons that make the attractions more attractive- even some people have stripes of neon on their clothes, or bands of neon gathered at the ends of their wrists. The largeness of the ferris wheel, slowly turning against the sheet of the ever darkening sky, and you know, even from your spot in the damp soil, that when the night turns an unchangeable darkness, and the moonlight reflects on the intricacy of the intersecting metal beams, and the ferris wheel reaches its peak, the view on top is going to be the most beautiful of all- with the city and its lights bowing down in grace.

You're a quick snack, a few carnival rides, dozen of photos, and a thousand footsteps away from the very top of the ferris wheel, where you're going to be able to take the grandest picture of all, and, after, maybe kiss Makoto in your granted privacy until he's gone red in embarrassment.

Though, for now, you're presented the dampness and the cackling teenagers, but you find it quite okay, because Makoto's there, with his hand holding yours. When he looks back to check if you're okay, you find his eyes, the color of precious, enticing emeralds, almost glittering when it's reflecting the dancing lights, and he looks more ethereal than any advanced collection of lens could ever hope to capture in all of its functioning years.

You're lucky, grateful, that Makoto's there, to hold your hand, to kiss your cheek, to guide you through the crowd, with the enchantment of his eyes, and his charming, lopsided smiles.