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A/N: This is my first Fairy Tail fanfic~! I'm pretty excited about this one since it's one of our stranger pairings that we made work, and I absolutely love how this story came out. I couldn't be more happy about this~ And Midnight needs more love, he's so cute~

Story: The Chime Of Midnight
Pairing: Gazille X Midnight

The cool nighttime breeze swept over the room like a shadow, stirring Gazille from his peaceful slumber. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and looked at his clock (which read 11:00 p.m) before looking towards the window leading to the balcony to find it was open. He blinked in confusion and looked beside him to see that his bed was empty. A small string of panic crept into his body and he jolted out of bed and ran onto the balcony, relaxing as he stood in the doorway and saw his beautiful lover leaning on the railing and looking up at the moon. He didn't seem to notice Gazille, probably too focused on a nightmare he had, and the wind blew towards him, making his hair, a strange combination of black and turquiose, and night clothing flow gracefully with the winds gentle current. Gazille couldn't help but admire him, smirking slightly to himself as he was reminded that the beauty was all his.

"Midnight," he spoke. Said person turned to him with a slight smile, plum lipstick complimenting his pale features perfectly.

"Did I wake you?" His voice rang like a bell to Gazille's ears. His piercing, but soft, red eyes stared into Gazilles own hard pools of red. The moonlight seemed to make Midnight glow like an angel, hypnotizing Gazille mometarily before he answered.

"No, no. Did you have another nightmare?" Midnight remained silent for a moment before turning back to face the moon, hiding his face from Gazilles gaze. Gazille held his tongue, curious but not pressing the matter.

"I was standing on the edge of a cliff," Midnight began, making Gaziile look at him with curiosity, "and at the bottom of the cliff was nothing. It was all black, black as the night, and it was trying to draw me in. It kept telling me to jump and if I did there would be something good at the bottom. I jumped, but instead of something good, it turned into a firey hell. All around me was creatures laughing, and at the bottom of it all was my father, knife in hand, raised, and trying to kill me. I woke up just before it hit my flesh."

Gazille didn't know what to say. Of all the nightmares Midnight ever had about his father, this was by far the worst. All the others had been about Midnight's biggest childood fear: being abandoned by his own father. This fear made it nearly impossible for Midnight to sleep properly, if at all, for he developed a terrible insomnia that no amount of magic could cure. Midnight had never before dreamt of his father trying to murder him.

"What does this mean, Gazille? Is he going to try and kill me?" Midnight's voice had gone soft, almost a whimper, and it seemed to crack. He had began to cry. Gazille walked over to Midnight, wrapping his strong arms around him in a protective manner, and pulling him tight to his chest.

"Never," Gazille whispered sweetly into his ear. "He won't get close to you as long as you have me here to protect you, alright?"

Midnight breathed a small sigh and leaned back into Gazille, nodding slightly, too lost in the peace he felt within Gazille's arms. His scent and warmth, strangely enough for an iron dragon, always comforted Midnight when he was scared, and Gazille had never failed to be there when he needed it. He glanced up at Gazille.

"I really love you," he spoke softly, tears stopping. "You always make me feel safe."

"I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't, now would I?" Gazille teased, making Midnight chuckle.

"No, I suppose you wouldn't."

They stood like that for a long time, until the wind began to turn cold and it made Midnight shiver. Gazille picked him up, bridal style, and carried him to bed. He placed him down gently and crawled on top of him, kissing him gently, and trying to coax Midnight into kissing back.

Midnight was surprised by the sudden kiss, but didn't hesitate to let his eyes slip shut and kiss back. They kissed passionately until the need for air arose and they pulled away, Gazille with a slight smirk and glint of mischeif in his eyes, and Midnight with a lightly blushing face and half-lidded eyes.

"You're beautiful," Gazille whispered into Midnights ear before pulling back and kissing him again. The kisses started out soft but eventually grew more passionate and desperate. They pulled away, needing air, and just stared into each others eyes while waiting for their breath to catch up with their wants. A soft chime sounded out from downstairs, beginning with one chime and moving all the way up to twelve. It was now midnight.

"It's midnight," Gazille said with a smile. "My favorite time of the night."

"Why is that?" Midnight asked.

"It reminds me of you."

A/N: Well, I hope everyone liked it. Again, I'm very proud of this story. I will continue my Hetalia stories very soon, I promise! (For all those who watch me and my Hetalia stories) I just havent had inspirtation for writing lately, I've been busy trying to get into my University of choice and I just recently got over being very sick, although Im still not 100% better. Ciao for now!

~England/Arthur Kirkland~