This is the original prompt for the fic:
GilXOz
"Gil doesn't mind if I keep his hat, right~?"
Now how will Mister Posessive-Obsessive distract Oz from such a thought?
Just run with it :3
I decided to do nothing to drastic with this first fic, though it could have ended up much naughtier. Besides this was just me getting to play a little with the characters. So boring fic may be boring. Anyway, reviews would be lovely~
He just couldn't help himself. That hat was priceless for him. It held fond memories of a time he would never regain. And so naturally the thought of someone else touching, holding, or wearing his hat made his blood boil.
It was his.
Why should he share it? Why should he tolerate a breach of his privacy?
Simple. He didn't.
But when the innocent question of lunch was brought up Gilbert knew he couldn't wear his hat while cooking. The black brimmed hat was perfect for outdoors but he'd been raised to know better than to wear something akin to it inside a home. He sighed and asked Oz and Alice what they wanted. Alice was obvious, but Oz–thankfully–had more variety to his palette.
Of course, Gilbert would have been an imbecile to presume something might go his way. As soon as the garment had met the wood of the coat rack, Alice had snatched it up and put it on out of curiosity. Gilbert's golden eyes stared blankly at the girl.
Not cute.
At all.
He swiped it of her head and began brushing out the inside as if she had lice.
"Heey!" Alice whined.
"Don't touch my stuff," Gilbert said calmly. He knew he was overprotective about the hat. He knew it was silly to be so defensive over it…but it was his. For once could he not have to give everything away?
"Gil doesn't mind if I keep his hat, right?" Oz smirked. Gilbert's eyes flicked between his now empty gloved hand and the emerald eyed boy. What the…?
"Oz, please give me my hat back," he said tersely.
Oz looked at him earnestly. "I won't ruin it Gil, you know that."
Yes he did know that. But accidents happened. And with Alice around they happened a lot.
"Give it back," he demanded sternly. A glimmer of obstinacy danced in Oz's eyes and he shook his head.
"No."
No? Gilbert gawked at him. "It's not yours. Give it back."
Alice glared at him and asked, "What's with Seaweed-head?"
Oz titled his head to the side and looked at Gilbert quizzically. "I dunno," he mumbled.
Gilbert was fuming. But he was bound and determined not to yell at either one of them. What he needed to do was distract them. Maybe he should let Oz mess around with his guns…no. He'd never be forgiven if the boy wound up blowing a hole in something. Especially himself.
He'd become efficient negotiating but it wouldn't work with these two. The best way, would be to give them a jolt.
An uncharacteristic smirk graced Gilbert's lips. Alice looked between the two boys incessantly and Oz swallowed nervously. He didn't like it when he couldn't guess what Gilbert was thinking.
"You…you want your hat back?" he managed not to squeak out. Oh, he was remembering that his beloved servant was quite a bit stronger and taller than him now…
"Mmmhmm," Gilbert hummed as he lazily made his way over to the younger boy.
He paused only for a moment to force Oz to meet his eyes. As soon as he did he leaned down and pressed his lips soundly against the blonde's. Emerald eyes widened and cheeks reddened.
"What are you doing?" Alice screamed. "Oz, what is Seaweed-head kissing you for?...Are you listening to me?"
Alice's cried went unnoticed and Gilbert smiled gleefully when the brim of his hat was firmly grasped between his fingers. He suavely placed it on his head and began to pace out the room. As an afterthought he called back a teasing, "Thank you…"