AU!Rivaille X Reader~ Starbucks?{Special}

AU!Rivaille X Reader~ Starbucks? Valentine's Special



    "Riva~ It's so cold out!" You exclaimed, hugging your jacket around your body. A light, gray peacoat with a [F/C] scarf around your neck. You rubbed your mittens in front of you, trying to obtain warmth from the friction.

    "It's not my fault you forgot your heavier coat," the short man retorted underneath his dark gray overcoat. "And don't call me that ridiculous name."

    "But it's cute," you pouted, shoving your cold hands into your pockets.

    You looked up and saw your inconsiderate boyfriend with a pissed off expression. "Come on," you complained, while grabbing your hand in his. "It's Valentine's Day, act like you care at least."

    He grumbled, but gripped your hand tighter when a pair of people passed them. "It's nothing but a pathetic holiday used to give out crappy chocolates." He blew a strand of ebony hair from his eyes before looking down at your saddened expression.

    You flinched at his harsh words, but still clung onto his hand. "Riva, I think the coldness is radiating off of you."

    Your eyes drifted to across the street where there was a girl with a boy kneeling in front of her. She had jawline length, black hair with a crimson red scarf, while he had shining turquoise eyes and brunette hair. The boy pulled out a small ring case, and you saw the girl frantically nod. You didn't notice that Rivaille stopped beside you, looking what you were staring at.

    "Congratulations!" You yelled from across the street and waved. Your eyes sparkled at the newly engaged couple, and failed to consider your cursing boyfriend beside you.

    The turquoise-eyed boy stood up and shouted, "You too!" Your face instantly turned an intense shade of red, and you felt Rivaille release his grip on your hand. The boy noticed this, and furrowed his eyebrows.

    You waved goodbye at him and turned to catch up with Rivaille, who stormed down the sidewalk. He scoffed at all the couples lingering in his way, and he eventually knew that he would never escape the romantic essence of the holiday.

    "Riva! Wait!" You caught up with him, and inhaled sharply. "What's wrong?" He snickered, clearly amused you didn't notice his inner emotions.

    "All this romance is killing me," he stated coldly.

    You frowned, and shrunk beside him. "If you want," you said sadly. "We can go home."

    Rivaille sighed, and spotted something down the street he knew would cheer you up. "We can go to Starbuc-"

    "Really?" You squealed, already feeling the heat of the coffee touch your fingertips. Grabbing Rivaille's hand, you took off towards the storefront down the street, oblivious to the couples on the sidewalk staring at the pair.

    You release his hand as you walked through the door, feeling the warmth sensation cloud around you.

    Rivaille sulked in behind you and muttered, "Women and their damn Starbucks." You shot him a glare and picked a spot near the window, inhaling the luxurious coffee scent.

    He knew what you wanted, so he grabbed a spot in line. As Rivaille waited in line, you stared out the big glass window in awe. Couples clustered around on the streets, holding hands or kissing each other goodbye. It made you feel lonely and unloved, but you knew Rivaille wasn't your average boyfriend.

    He's a short, menacing clean freak that is actually pretty self-conscious about showing public affections. However, you learned to deal with it and acknowledge his uncomfortableness about relationships. You frowned, and leaned your elbow on the small table.

    "Here." You snapped back to reality, and saw Rivaille place a white Starbucks cup filled with [F/D] in front of you. It had a cardboard cup sleeve with the logo on it that protected your hand from the heat of the drink. You lifted the cup to your lips and took a small sip from it.

    You noticed Rivaille staring at you, and you asked, "What's wrong?" He wore a serious expression, and sipped his cup of coffee.

    When you set down the cup, your eyes widened. The cup sleeve slid down the cup, revealing two words you never thought you would see.

    'Marry me' was written in neat cursive, making your hand snap over your mouth in surprise. A loving sensation electrocuted through your body, and you nodded your head with tears rolling down your cheeks.

    Rivaille kissed you softly from across the table, while the whole store clapped. He held your hand from under the table and said, "Thank you."

    The cashier with a name tag spelling 'Petra' smiled at the couple, knowing that the sharpie she wrote on the cup made a difference in someone's life.