Delinquent Valentine (Nanoha x Fate)

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“Back off!” Fate growled, hands clenching into fists and shaking with fury. Her red eyes burned with pure hatred, practically set fire to the room for all of its intensity. “That’s mine. She’s mine.”

“What, you mean this?” the boy scoffed, dangling the box by a flimsy red ribbon. The contents inside shifted, and her red eyes flashed with killing intent. “Sorry, is this important? Looks like cheap chocolate to me. Bet it even tastes like shit.”

That was the tipping point. Fate lunged forward and punched the boy square in the face, but not before his lackeys returned the favor and pounded her skull from the side and knocked her into a desk, stars flying in her vision, the sound of screaming filling her ears as if she were underwater; she paid none of this any mind, only focused on catching the box before it hit the ground. She caught it.

She relaxed once the prize was in her hand and waited for the kicks and finishing blows to come. They never came. Head pounding, she opened her eyes and looked up from the floor to see pink panties peeking out from underneath a blue skirt. Childish, by any standards. “Nanoha,” she groaned. “Why pink?”

The girl froze when her name was called, her fists frozen in preparation to throw punches and defend her girlfriend. Then her face flared scarlet. “Are you peeking at my panties when we’re surrounded by a bunch of goons who want to beat you to a pulp?!” Frustration and exasperation tinted her voice, and Fate thought she sounded as lovely as she always was. Chuckling, she pushed herself off the ground and ignored the way the room swam in her vision.

“It’s okay, they won’t do anything to a girl,” she beamed. Nanoha frowned.

“You’re a girl too, you know,” she pointed out, eyes briefly flickering down at Fate’s ample chest even though it was bound.

Black jacket fluttering, chain on her pants clinking, Fate scooped Nanoha up in her arms without any obvious effort, chuckling at the small “eep!” she gave, and bore her fangs at the boys who were watching the scene with hesitance, armed with the knowledge that the last gang who tried to mess with Fate’s woman was sent to the hospital and transferred to another school out of self-preservation. “I know,” she grinned and winked. “You remind me every day.”

Nanoha had the decency to blush an even darker shade of red.

Fate walked briskly to the door and smirked to herself as the boys parted silently for her, kicking the door open with force and relishing the way that Nanoha’s hands clung to her shirt.  Without turning around, she said, “Don’t ever fuck with me or Nanoha again, you hear?”, and left.

“Language,” Nanoha scolded. “And really, did you need to go through all that just for some chocolate?”

“Only if it’s yours,” Fate smiled. “Always if it’s yours.”

Afternoon (Nanoha x Fate)

“Fate?” Nanoha’s voice echoed around the entrance hall of the modest home. Hearing no response, she hesitantly bent over and pulled at the back of her shoe, wrenching the footwear off in a matter of seconds and followed the motion on her other foot. She clapped her hands together and squeezed her eyes shut. “Excuse me,” she muttered.

Normally, she wouldn’t trespass without permission despite the fact that Lindy had given her a key to the home and invited her to come and go as she pleased. A small amount of guilt crawled up her throat, but the desire to see her friend overtook the guilt and she let her feet lead her to the base of the stairs. She looked up then around.

The house was alight with the color of the setting sun, and a peaceful, fragile atmosphere settled over her mind. Inhaling deeply, she forced the guilt out of her mind completely and placed one foot on a wooden step, then another, until she was at the top of the stairs and a few paces away from the room that she knew very well.

She knew it far too well. She knew that when she opened the door, the room would be very neat, very bare, sparsely decorated save for a bed and a desk, a calendar on the wall and a bulletin board behind the bed that it hung on. So when her fingers curled on the doorknob and twisted, when the door opened soundlessly and smoothly, when her eyes followed the streams of golden orange light from the window to the bed, she was struck dumb by the unexpected sight of an ample chest rising and falling in deep slumber, blond hair splayed out across white sheets and arms folded underneath a relaxed head.

Fate hadn’t even changed out of her school uniform. Her brown jacket was thrown haphazardly on the chair nearby, Nanoha noted discontentedly. She walked quietly over and adjusted the jacket so that it hung neatly on the back of the chair. Her eyes sought out her sleeping friend almost instinctively, roamed reverently across the folds of her white uniform shirt, down to the crinkled skirt and back up to the beautiful face framed by her mussed hair.

Before she knew what she was doing, before she could control her impulses, she was next to the bed and leaning down, gazing at the slightly parted lips that exhaled ever so slightly with her steady breathing. Her eyes closed.

Hot breath tickled her lips.

And she moved.