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Kyou Kara Maou. Yuuri, Murata, Wolfram.
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi, Tamaki, Kyouya.
Supernatural. Sam, Dean. PG
xxxHOLiC, Watanuki, Yuuko (Doumeki)
My Own Private Idaho, Scott/Mike.
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi.
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Angel/Buffy.
Death Note. L, Light. (Ryuuki).
Good Omens, Aziraphale, Crowley.
GetBackers. Ginji, Ban.
House M.D. House, Wilson, Cuddy.
D.Gray-man. Allen, Mana.
Kingdom Hearts 2, Axel, Roxas.
- “C'mon, Shibuya!” Murata says. The fact that his glasses are gleaming so doesn't help his case. “It's tradition!”
“Murata! It's bad luck!”
“On Earth, yeah. Here in Shin Makoku it's actually considered good luck!”
“So? It just means that I'm gonna have bad luck once we go back!”
Before they can keep on arguing, Wolfram seems to suddenly appear by his side. “What the hell is taking you so long, wimp?”
The crash of the mirror is surprisingly loud for the few seconds it lasts. It's almost as terrorizing as Murata's sudden grin.
“Nothing at all, von Bielefeld.”
Ouran High School Host Club, Haruhi, Tamaki, Kyouya.
- Having Tamaki with handfuls of clovers and with a horseshoe hanging from his neck isn't, somehow, something weird and it's easily dismisable as another Tamaki quirk. Except when he tries to put his 'good luck charms' on the rest of them.
“Senpai, there's not such thing as 'bad luck',” Haruhi deadpans. “You don't break a mirror because you can cut yourself, spilling salt makes a mess, and walking beneath stairs might cause something to fall on you.”
“What about black cats?” Tamaki despairs, still clinging to Kyouya's arm.
Haruhi sighs. “Just stay away from Nekozawa-senpai and you'll be fine.”
Supernatural. Sam, Dean. PG
- There are some days during the year when the natural barriers between the spiritual world and reality go paper-like thin, with more than one or two poltergeist wanting to cause trouble and break through .
Halloween and Equinox are some of these days. December 31st.
“Fucking Friday 13th,” Dean mutters, reloading his gun. Sam is inclined to agree, even as he keeps on tracing runes on the boards, muttering the rhymes that, of all things, makes them work. “C'mon, Sammy, let's get this over with.”
Dusting his hands against his jeans, Sam stands up and takes out his gun too.
xxxHOLiC, Watanuki, Yuuko (Doumeki)
- “I told you that if you didn't finish by three am, you needed to find the four leaves clover, didn't I?”
“YES! But--!”
“Did you finish before three am, Watanuki? Or find the clover?”
“No, I didn't, but Yuuko-san!”
“Then, unless you want to risk finding a demon on your way home, tell Doumeki I hope you two have sweet dreams!”
And the phone call was cut. Watanuki was o-so-very-certain that any demon he could find was most likely Yuuko herself, but he wasn't going to risk it.
He glared at Doumeki.
“You better not kick!”
My Own Private Idaho, Scott/Mike.
- Mike's hand touches his hair and Scott has to keep himself in check not to lean against that. He wonders how Mike's touch is always so careful.
Mike grins to him, showing him his finger. Scott's eyes cross first before he finds the tiny dot of red and black of the ladybug.
“A ladybug! It means good luck!”
Scott can't help himself but snort, bat Mike's hand away. He's not sure if the bug flew or not.
“Don't be stupid, Mike.”
Mike's eyes dull and Scott feels ashamed for a moment before Mike shrugs, hands back into his jeans.
“Yeah.”
Loveless, Ritsuka/Soubi.
- “11:11 pm.” Ritsuka mutters. Soubi pretends he doesn't notice the way his ears flatten against his hair. Five hours after his curfew.
Instead he smiles, letting his fingers touch the back of Ritsuka's neck gently, just enough so that Ritsuka looks at him with wary eyes.
“Why don't you make a wish? It's good luck.”
Ritsuka snorts. “Stupid, as if that'd work.”
“Mmmm,” Soubi just smiles, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Soubi pretends he doesn't notice when Ritsuka closes his eyes and his walk slows for a moment, nor the way his lips move a little as he murmurs his wish.
Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Angel/Buffy.
- “And then that thing had to die messily! My favorite shoes are now covered in demon gunk!” Buffy pouts after she finishes
Angel laughs. Buffy snuggles as close as she can, breathing in the scent of his soap, despite knowing that she should be offended.
“I'm cursed!” Buffy complains against his chest. “And just because I killed that absolutely gross spider!”
“You're not cursed.”
“I am! Willow said so.”
Angel kisses her then, slowly and softly and Buffy is willing to put the day behind her until her cellphone rings and it's Giles saying that they're trapped.
Totally, totally cursed.
Death Note. L, Light. (Ryuuki).
- “Ah, Yagami-kun dropped the salt,” Ryuuzaki mused, even as he kept on pouring sugar to his tea. “It's a bad luck omen.”
Light rolled his eyes. “Don't tell me that you believe in such a foolish thing like 'bad luck'.”
“I didn't say that,” Ryuuzaki added, cocking his head to the side. He smiled. “I said that it's considered a bad omen. 'The demon will come to steal from you', or so some people think.”
Light thinks about Ryuuk, most likely waiting waiting behind his left shoulder and he huffs again, making it sound disdainful instead of amused.
“Nonsense.”
Good Omens, Aziraphale, Crowley.
- See, one day, you'll be in the park and you'll see a black cat cross in front of as many people as it can, and you'll be surprised when that causes the people to fall down and start cursing.
Then, you'll see a man wearing a cardigan lean down so that the cat can hop into his arms.
“Really, dear,” the man will tell the cat as they walk by you.. “Was all that really necessary?”
The strangest part – and what will make you realize that it's not too early for a drink – is when you see the cat grin.
GetBackers. Ginji, Ban.
- “Look at that,” Ban says all of the sudden. A pair of really cute schoolgirls have turned their back to a fountain. Ginji's eyes follow the shine of two brand-new 100 yen-coin as they fly through the air, splashing into the water before the girls go away, giggling.
It's a little scary that he knows what Ban-chan is thinking about.
“I don't know, Ban-chan... it's bad luck...”
“C'mon,” Ban grins, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “Can we have worse luck than we do now?”
The answer, as they run away from the police, is yes.
House M.D. House, Wilson, Cuddy.
- He should've known Cuddyzilla was nearby when he saw Wilson's expression change to his 'I Do Mightily Care' face in less than three seconds.
“Coward!” House called as Wilson excused himself. Instead, cleavage-less Cuddy glared. Stupid sweater.
“You're still due four hours of clinic work, House. I want you to go there and work while I go and see if I can save both our jobs after your last stunt, understood?”
As she was turning away, House called. “Break a leg!”
Cuddy barely raised an eyebrow, still walking away. “That's only 'good luck' in theater.”
House grinned. “I know.”
D.Gray-man. Allen, Mana.
- As he walks back with soup for his father, Allen hears the gypsy tell the ring-leader about bad omens, birds flying and some things he just doesn't understand.
He hurries his steps and looks up, almost relieved when he doesn't see any bird whatsoever. Then, a shadow flies over him and settles on top of their tent. A magpie.
His father doesn't quite manage to laugh when he tells him this, his cough still too severe. Mana still grins and ruffles his hair, giving him a wink.
“Don't you worry about that, Allen. A man makes his own luck.”
Kingdom Hearts 2, Axel, Roxas.
- When he had gone to greet the newest number of the Organization, Axel had thought that it'd go the other way around, not with the newbie pressing two fucking keyblades against his throat, blue eyes almost burning holes on him.
“C'mon, XIII,” Axel grins, more amused than he's been since the time he managed to put Demyx and Larxene in the same room and watch from afar, chakrams vanishing. “I was just saying 'hi'.”
The kid keeps on frowning, even as finally steps back.
“Roxas,” the boy says, keyblades vanishing. “My name is Roxas.”
“Roxas.” Axel says, nodding. “Got it.”