Dedicated to Colleen-TJ, because I wouldn't have needed to cleanse my mind with fluffy stuff if she hadn't written the Darkest Levinstar Ever. It shall never be surpassed.
Please, Lovely Colleen, don't take that as a challenge.
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He'd been sprawled across the length of his couch, happily lazing away, when it happened. The day had been normal enough until then; get up at nine, shower, breakfast, work on his car, have lunch with Ben and Rook, more work on his car, that sort of thing. Really, he was the first thing to deviate, having finished with his current project and decided to just be a slug until dinner instead of moving on to the next. Every thing else had been exactly as it should have.
Michael had walked in the door at around half-past five with groceries, humming The Dance of the Little Swans and accompanied by the smell of pizza. Ben would have lost his mind if he'd been there; the elder brunet had decided that telling his friends about his burgeoning friendship with their old enemy wouldn't be the brightest move. This meant that 'Darkstar's moved in' wasn't exactly a viable topic either, no matter how much the close quarters helped keep the vampire out of trouble. That and it was nice having someone else to do the shopping.
"What'd you get?"
"Not Eggos." Eyes shut, Kevin whined in the direction of the kitchen, "I will get you eating more than frozen waffles in the morning if kills me."
"When did you become the dietician around here?"
"Huh, Levin knows a big word." There was the light thud of bootfalls as the blond left the kitchen, stopping at the end of the couch and placing a hand by his roommate's head.
Then there were lips on Kevin's.
They were only there for a moment, but long enough for black eyes to burst open and muscles to freeze.
"And since I said so." The other teen breathed soft against his lips, slipping something behind the hybrid's ear before pulling away with a smirk, "By the way, there's pizza."
Kevin sat up as the mutant went back to their take-out, reaching to pull the adornment from his hair. He twisted and turned the lone daffodil between his fingers, eyes stuck on it, brain going a mile a minute. Had he really? Honestly? What was he up to? After all, he couldn't really- His stomach was a giant knot, the hairs on his neck were on end, he could feel his blush and was amazed he wasn't sweating-
"Huh."
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Yeah. I just did that. Poor confused!Kevin. Anyway, I needed to do something with what I consider the coupling's 'Official Flower'.
For those that don't know, the daffodil represents Acknowledgement/Recognition and Unrequited Love, as well as meaning "You're the only one for me". Also, you may recognize the daffodil under another name, Narcissus. Yes, the gorgeous young man who drowned due to his own vanity was turned into a daffodil.
As always, review if you liked, critique if you would, and for the love of all that is good/evil and holy/satanic do something, anything, with this couple.