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Silent Fermata- Rook week stuff around my MW Ulrike with a bonus chapter

It was the same dream. One Ulrike had every night since he was a child.

Words: 1151

Summary: Lucifer knows how much Sam loves Christmas and this year, their first together, they have a date on Christmas Eve. He knows his family is waiting for him, but he promised and he would never break a promise he made Sam.

first date, character death, mourning

Note: This is it. The last day of Angstmas, the last fic. I enjoyed this week greatly and I hope that, despite the heartbreak and pain, you did too ♥

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 The young woman behind the counter smiled warmly at Lucifer as she arranged the flowers for him and even though the smile he gave back in return was weak, she accepted it.

 “I’m sure your girlfriend will love these,” the woman said and Lucifer nodded.

 “I hope so,” he simply replied, not bothering to correct her.

 Lucifer paid and the woman wrapped the bouquet up so the snow wouldn’t destroy them. He was careful when he took the flowers and thanked her, leaving the shop as he had entered - a young man in his thirties, dressed in an elegant suit and a long, black trench coat, and a calm expression on his face that emitted some sort of peace.

 He was a man on his way to meet the love of his life, to bring him flowers and spend the night he always loved the most with him - Christmas Eve. For so long Sam had been excited for Christmas to come around, with all the lights and music and decorations. He loved this time of the year, where everything was peaceful and filled with happiness and joy. Of course he had infected Lucifer after a while and he had agreed to a date on Sam’s favorite holiday. They had been mostly friends until that point, but for a long time Lucifer had feelings for Sam and when the brunet had hugged him and gave him a kiss, Lucifer knew that they were mutual.

 As he walked through the streets and left footprints in the snow, Lucifer wondered why this day was so special for Sam. He never told him or gave him any reason for his excitement and Lucifer never asked - when Sam was happy, everything else didn’t really matter to him.

 The city was filled with last minute shoppers and from every store the familiar Christmas melodies could be heard, something Lucifer knew Sam would enjoy greatly. Surprisingly, even those who were completely stressed out and in a hurry had a smile for the handsome young man on their lips, as if they knew he was heading somewhere special. And he was, no doubts about that. Tonight was a very special night - the night he would finally declare his love to Sam. He knew he should have done this sooner already, but he had waited for the right moment.

 A few minutes away from his destination, Lucifer’s phone suddenly rang. He stopped at the corner and looked at his display. His brother, Michael.

 “Mike, I told you I’m busy tonight. I can’t come,” Lucifer said without a greeting word.

 “I know, Gabe just keeps asking where you are. He’s getting on everyone’s nerves already.”

 “Tell him I’ll be over tomorrow, I have a date with Sam tonight.”

 “Sam?” Michael sounded confused for a moment. “Lucifer, I thought he was -”

 “Bye, Mike. See you tomorrow.”

 Lucifer cut his brother off without listening to the rest of what he wanted to say. He knew what it was anyway, but he had no desire to let anyone stop him from seeing Sam. It was late by now and this part of the city wasn’t very frequented once it was dark, but Lucifer didn’t let that bother him. He had somewhere to be and if anyone dared to come at him, he knew how to handle it. Sam was waiting for him and he would not break the promise he made.

 The place was only lit by two street lights in front of a big iron gate and when Lucifer opened it to step inside he heard the creaking and screeching or the metal in the bitter cold night. At any other day this would have sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine, but not tonight. The way was not lit, but he knew where to go - he had been here every day for the last month after all. When he finally arrived, the fake smile vanished from his lips and Lucifer dropped to his knees, something he did every time he was here and that never stopped hurting him.

 “Hey, Sam,” he whispered quietly, placing the bouquet of white roses on the snow in front of him. Careful and almost gentle he wiped the snow off the marble and revealed the engraved letters on it. “I promised we’d have a date tonight. I didn’t forget, Sam.”

 His eyes were watering when he read Sam’s name for the millionth time, following each letter with his fingertips as if this, somehow, would reach the other. He didn’t realize the freezing cold or that the only light came from the single candle he had lit the day before, his only focus was on the photograph of his once best friend and secret love of years and the name beneath it.

 “I know this isn’t how you imagined it, but I’m here.” Lucifer swallowed, but the lump in his throat stayed just where it was. “I wanted to wait for the right moment to say this, but I don’t think there will ever be a better one. I love you, Sam. I loved you for years now, but I never knew how to tell you without risking to lose you as a friend.”

 The wind howled and blew Lucifer’s coat around, creating swirls of freshly fallen snow around him. A murder of crows rose from the trees behind him, one of them breaking out of the mass and landing on the stone in front of him. Lucifer looked at it for a moment, but immediately dropped his head again while fresh tears landed in the snow.

 “I should have said something. There were so many right moments and I missed them all. I’m sorry, Sam. I wish I could see you one last time, I miss you so much…”

 Lucifer’s voice broke and he simply let it happen, knowing that Sam couldn’t hear him anyway. All he could do was sit here, on the frozen ground that had swallowed his one and only love for the rest of eternity, and cry bitter tears of regret and sorrow. One last smile, one last touch, one last kiss or hearing his beautiful laugh one more time - all these things were ripped away from him forever, just like Sam was.

"Khhhhh..."

Steve was sleeping. It was nice and warm and quiet, too early to open eyes.

"PHH!! Mpphh---"

Nice and quiet.

"Phhihiihiihi!"

Why wasn't it quiet?

“Come on, Tony, pleaaseee?”

“No.”

“Pleeeaseeeee?!”

“NO.”

“Why not?!”

“Because it is stupid! And we are adults! And it is stupid!”

“Yeah, you sound really mature when explaining it like that.”

“Shut up.”

Day 30: Do whatever you want

A/N: It was really difficult for me to start writing this one, because I knew it was going to be my last fic for the hitsuhina month 2018 :'( I don't want to feel so sad, this August has been fantastic!!! Writing hitsuhina fics, seeing your hitsuhina drawings and reading your hitsuhina fics...it made me so happy!!! Hitsuhina every day...life can’t get much better :D So, thank you everyone who participated in the hitsuhina month 2018 in some way!!! Special thanks to @expiredmochi :D Without you, I don't think there would have been a hitsuhina month this year. Thanks also to @momohitsugaya20 and @tinaillustrations for commenting on so many my fics :D It made me feel like someone really read my works and liked them :) And thank you @expiredmochi, @sakura-warrior, @rays-of-fire-and-ice and @alexiethymia for commenting, too!!!  Thanks also to everyone who liked or reblogged my fics :D

Warning: I would have liked to write fluff for the last day, but this idea has been in my mind for such a long time, so I had to write it!!!

Disclaimer: Tite Kubo had to end Bleach, but I can keep writing fanfiction forever...

I believe you

Knees drawn against her chest and arms wrapped tightly around them, Hinamori tried to protect herself from the cold. Not from the cold that radiated from the stone walls of her cell, but from the cold deep inside her. Impossible.

“Hinamori.” His quiet voice startled her from her thoughts. She whipped her head up to see him standing right in front of her cell, his appearance not differing much from the usual, hands in his sleeves and his face expressionless – to strangers. Had Hinamori attempted, she would easily have detected worry in his eyes and on his forehead.

However, Hinamori's mind was plagued by other thoughts. Without noticing, her nails pressed the crescents into the skin of her palms. “Why did you stop me?!” she screamed. Raising his other hand, Hitsugaya stopped a guard who had started hurrying forwards and kept listening to her. His expression didn't change in the slightest – if you've known someone since childhood, you don't need to be a genius to deduce how they were going to react in different situations. Moreover, Hitsugaya was able to imagine how terrible it was to lose a person close to you. Ever since Hinamori had entered the Academy he had been afraid for the dark-haired girl. When he had joined the ranks of Soul Reapers too, his fear had dimmed noticeably less than what he had expected. Maybe he now noticed better dangers he couldn't protect Hinamori from. Like someone who had been powerful enough to kill a captain.

“You know you wouldn't have been able to beat a captain,” Hitsugaya said, unable to suppress a shudder. If he had been any slower...Ichimaru's posture and a gleam in his eyes flashed in Hitsugaya's mind. Could he be Aizen's murderer? If he was, the Captain of the 3rd Division was now watched by other captains. If he wasn't...well, Hinamori couldn't be in a safer place.

“But I...should have...tried,” Hinamori replied, her sentence cut off by sobs that broke Hitsugaya's heart into million pieces. “As his lieutenant...I should have...tried.”

“Open the door,” Hitsugaya told to the guard whose weak objections his glare ended. Quickly, he fumbled the door open and the white-haired captain hurried to the cell. He knelt down beside the shaking figure and hugged her, letting her tears wet his haori. “No, you shouldn't have,” Hitsugaya told her. Had the guard been foolish enough to eavesdrop, he would have been surprised Toshiro Hitsugaya, Captain of the 10th Division, would be able to talk in such a gentle tone.

For some reason, Hitsugaya had never been fond of Sosuke Aizen. Now, however, he had to move aside his own insecurities and doubts to comfort the girl who meant him most in the world. “He wouldn't have wanted it,” Hitsugaya said, managing not to replace the first word with 'I'. “He wouldn't have wanted to you to get hurt for nothing.”

His words didn't seem to have an intended effect. Unsure of what he should do, he let her cry, listening to her halting words and rubbing her back once in a while. If it could help Hinamori, Hitsugaya was ready to be uncomfortable for a moment.

Only for a moment. “Captain Hitsugaya, you should come with us.” Before Hitsugaya even had time to turn, the voice continued, “We searched Captain Aizen's room and found a letter that implied you would be a murderer.”

SINGING SONG LYRICS INTO HER EYE!!!!!! wat