#dcfygraviity

[vojnaiimir]

@dcfygraviity​ said : if you receive this, you make somebody happy! go on and send this to ten of your followers who makes you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! ♡

Aspiiiie, you are too kind! You make people happy too, myself included! Sorry for taking a while to reply to this. Been busy BUT thank you thank you!

[manynarrators]

I did not mean to love you. I did not mean to sleep in your bed, or get inside your head. 

I didn’t understand it was love, until I was looking at you in the kitchen at three am, and thought “this man is the most beautiful person I have ever seen”.

@dcfygraviity

[bookmcde]

Chuuya he’s going to slap you...

[psychic-master-will]

@dcfygraviity​

“Chuuya~” Will grinned as his boyfriend approached. “Excellent timing~ I was growing quite bored without a single challenger to occupy my time~”

[cursedxartist-moved]

Kisses from Scarlet | ACCEPTING |

send to get a kiss from my muse!  Add 👀 to give my muse the kiss, instead.

@dcfygraviity​ said: 💟 for a kiss on a wound

Send 💟 for a kiss on a wound

It was not uncommon for Chuuya to get injured.  With his line of work, SPITFIRE personality, and destructive ability, he often came home scuffed up.  The agency’s doctor was more than capable of healing his wounds, but Scarlet knew her methods could be - needless to say - intense.  Thus, the artist volunteered to aid the detective with his wounds that didn’t require such extreme treatment.

So she found herself sitting next to her LOVER, bandaging bruised knuckles and scraped hands.  Tenderly, she carried out her ministrations, as if she were worried about bringing him more harm by simply breathing too hard.  Once that was all said and done, she leaned down, and pressed the softest kiss atop bandanaed injuries.

❝ All better. ❞

[cosmicdreamt]

@dcfygraviity​

Chuuya can't help a small whistle as he and Neff enter the restaurant, arms linked "Damn, that's quite the swanky joint." Many, if not all of the customers seem to be couples or in small groups (business dinners, he presumed), he can see why Neff didn't want to go alone. "So who's the target?" He asked in Neff's ear as they were lead to their table, leaning his face against her shoulders as if he were whispering sweet nothings in her ear. They're supposed to be a couple out on a date, after all.

She’s thankful he agreed to tag along. Asking any of the other agency members would have been an absolute disaster in one way or another - and she didn’t need to use her Sight to be able to know that.

His comment makes her snort, leaning over a bit so they can talk easier. She wore smaller heels for the occasion, still matching her glittery dress she finally found a use for (because a girl’s gotta treat herself every once in a while). 

“Table at our 10. Looks like two guys celebrating a business partnership but if I’m right, which I’m fairly certain I am, those suitcases hold more than just paperwork. They’ll be in a little later, though. All we gotta do is find an opening for me to wire that suitcase.” 

Fingers lace with his as they walk over to their table, sitting just a little closer than she normally would.

“We have some time to spare until then....so....I wanted to thank you. Properly.”

[dawnxtoxdusk]

@dcfygraviity​ asked for a Shirase Starter!

Affectionate wasn’t really a word that could be used to describe him all too often. Work had sent him out of the city for a few weeks though, so when he’d finally returned and had the chance to meet up with Chuuya, he might have made it a little too obvious of how much he had missed the other, Chuuya barely able to say a single word before lips would be pressed against his own, arms wrapping around the smaller male, locking him in place before they finally broke apart for air, Shirase giving a small laugh. 

“...I might have missed you...just a little”, he explained in a rather quiet voice before just nuzzling against the other’s chest with a content sigh. He’d promised himself not to get so attached but here he was, heart on his sleeve - he must be rather tired after all. 

[errantscriptor]

@dcfygraviity​ plotted

                 “Chuuya?”

        He couldn’t recall the last time the detective had beat him home. Normally it was himself that was up waiting for the strange hours he sometimes kept. But having run a few errands it was Sigma who had the chance to be welcomed home. Or at least, so he thought.

        The voice echoed off the hallway wall with a flat tone. Lights dim and no answer coming in response, a veritable wasteland of silence. Throwing him off and sending the ex-manager on a search.

        His pathway wasn’t long until he spied a strange box on the living room floor. Half solid, half caged metallic looking it was quite out of place. And knowing nothing the other brought home would harm him, he had no qualms about walking right up and checking on just what was inside.

                “Ch-chuuya?” Not his companion but a small curled up bundle of fluff, ears folded back against body, nose twitching here and there. “Chuuya!” 

        Voice hitched now, more desperate in his search yet trying not to shout. Not moving from the spot more than a few feet away from the caged animal and back. Practically dancing in place in his confusion. “Are you... what... Chuuya!”