Otp Prompt #19
A loves to “randomly” serenade B at home, planning according to moments where B would least expect it.
A: “I WAS CRYIN, WHEN I MET YOU-”
B: “For god’s sake A I’m showering!”
A: “NOW I’M TRYYYYNA FORGET YOU.. B I’m starting to think you don’t appreciate my exclusive performances.”
B: “Because I don’t. I have soap in my eye now.”
A: “YOUR LOVE IS SWEEET MISERRYY-”
B: “LEAVE.”
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Let's say Harry is aware that he is REALLY loaded. He knows how rich the Potter family is, and how Sirius gave him money from a separate vault as well (Not to mention him also possibly inheriting the Black fortune). Imagine him, Ron, and Hermoine wandering around Hogsmeade and the two found things that they really like.
Ron saw a chess set that is made of old wood while Hermoine's is a set of limited edition books of spells etc. They stared at it for so long but they knew that they couldn't afford it so they just walk away to look at some other stuff.
But Harry noticed the longing looks thrown at those things and just casually shrugged his shoulders. Well, he hadn't bought anything for his friends yet for their birthdays so...
When they got back to Hogwarts, imagine the shocked look on Ron's and Hermoine's faces as they stared at what Harry bought for their birthdays.
"Mate," Ron choked, "this is NOT what I was staring at." It really isn't because this chess set is made of old wood and GOLD. Harry just shrugged and smiled at Ron.
"Well, its for your birthdays!"
"Harry, this is not just for a birthday. This could be for the rest of our birthdays! Do you know how much this set costs?!" Hermoine shouted, disbelief still written in her face as she holds a set of HARDBOUND books with gold accentuating its cover.
"Just a couple hundred galleons here and there-"
"Seriously? Are you hearing yourself? JUST a couple hundred of galleons? Just???" By now Harry is fighting a smile on his face. They're not ready for Christmas then... And the rest of their birthdays.
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Give Him A Minute
Summary: Kuwabara’s life is in danger. But it’s fine, just give him a second, it’ll be alright. ( I got a writer’s block for my long yyh stories so i’m trying small stuff for a lil while)
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“Kuwabara, if you’re going to do something, now is the time to do it!”
“Well, I’m not going to do something,” Kuwabara says almost petulant, even as his voice comes out strained. Their are teeth sunk into his neck, piercing his flesh and drawing small trickles of blood. His jugular has been missed.
“What do you mean you’re no-”
“Do something, you idiot!”
“No,” Kuwabara says eerily calm, wincing as the teeth sink into him.
“He’ll kill you!”
“He won’t... I just gotta give him a minute to come back to himself,” Kuwabara says, wincing as Yusuke sinks his teeth into the juncture of Kuwabara’s throat and neck. “If you move to hurt him, I’ll raise my sword against you both. And trying to fight you guys off, might make him rip out my throat, and then I am dead.”
Kurama and Hiei looked baffled. Kurama put his hands in his hair, horrified, “He’s not in his right mind, Kuwabara!”
“He’s going to devour you!” Hiei snarled.
“He’s under a fucked up toxin right now,” Kuwabara said, wincing as the teeth sunk in just a bit more, “But he’ll stop... he’s fighting really hard right now. And if I struggle... I’ll trigger his fight response and I really might die... and then you both might be next.”
“Kuwabara-”
“Have faith in Urameshi,” Kuwabara whispers, and his gaze shifts older his shoulder. He can’t see Yusuke’s face, he can sort of see the brim of his nose, and he can hear him growling, “He’s trying really hard right now... he just needs a minute.”
“Kuwabara, if he shifts his teeth just a little to the left, you’re dead, do you hear me?” Hiei snarls, “Yusuke will never forgive you, if you make him responsible for your death!”
Kuwabara hums, and sighs, “He’s not responsible no matter the outcome. I don’t recall Urameshi askin’ to be poisoned by a psycho. He’ll stop.”
Yusuke sags against his back, and underneath his growls Kuwabara hears a sob, and feels tears against the nape of his neck.
Tingling from blood loss, Kuwabara smiles, “Just give him a minute.”
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