#sunday snippet
a possible scene in itafushikugi // new world.
god, I missed writing them so much
“Did I just made things awkward.”
“Yes, you did.” Megumi replied.
“Meg.” Nobara whined. Everyone was still staring at them, all fish-shaped mouth and wide eyes.
“No, you got yourself in. You get yourself out. Maybe, you’ll learn the consequences of continuously saying things without thinking.” Megumi was smiling. She could spy it from behind the glass he was holding. Unbelievable!
Nobara glared at Megumi. Really? He was gonna be like that? “Uh, that’s why I have you guys? Where are you all when I need you, huh. Useless chaperones.”
“I never agreed to being your chaperone.”
“But,” Yuuji leaned on his hands and said, with a hint of a purr, as he stared at her with starry eyes and that stupid, large besotted smile that never failed to make her insides melt a little, “I like it when you run your mouth.”
He must be realllyyyy drunk. Nobara laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.
Sunday Snippet - The Warmth of Your Body
Thank you to everyone who has continuously tagged me ♡ @hershelsue@princelyharry@greenblueish@haztobegood@thestylinsons@lululawrence@kingsofeverything@chloehl10@quelsentiment@neondiamond
You have NO idea how crazy my life has been lately, but I’ve slowly and diligently been writing for you all! And I adore reading over little pieces of what you’ve all got going on as well. Such a beautiful sense of community! You’re all tagged back, btw
Here is a snippet from my upcoming fic for @omegaharryfest - I’m making a few unique choices to change the typical ABO stereotypes up with this fic and am excited to get going on it once I shift focus from revising my Big Bang. I bet you can’t guess who the rogue is
“Our borders have long been quiet, but on the eastern ridge scouts caught wind of a foreign scent. They believe it to be a rogue.”
“A rogue?” Harry speaks before he can catch himself this time, bafflement evident. Rogues are so rare they balance on the edge of being mythical; a wolf who has abandoned their pack.
The strength of a pack relies on the strength of the bonds, but so too does the strength of an individual. A solo wolf lacking such ties would be left with abilities and fortitude completely abysmal, or so Harry has been left to imagine. The destitute life of a rogue was one of a scavenger until the isolation drove them completely feral.
Harry shivers at the mere thought. To turn feral was truly a fate worse than death.
Sunday Snippet - The Warmth of Your Body
Thank you to everyone who has continuously tagged me ♡ @hershelsue@princelyharry@greenblueish@haztobegood@thestylinsons@lululawrence@kingsofeverything@chloehl10@quelsentiment@neondiamond
You have NO idea how crazy my life has been lately, but I’ve slowly and diligently been writing for you all! And I adore reading over little pieces of what you’ve all got going on as well. Such a beautiful sense of community! You’re all tagged back, btw
Here is a snippet from my upcoming fic for @omegaharryfest - I’m making a few unique choices to change the typical ABO stereotypes up with this fic and am excited to get going on it once I shift focus from revising my Big Bang. I bet you can’t guess who the rogue is
“Our borders have long been quiet, but on the eastern ridge scouts caught wind of a foreign scent. They believe it to be a rogue.”
“A rogue?” Harry speaks before he can catch himself this time, bafflement evident. Rogues are so rare they balance on the edge of being mythical; a wolf who has abandoned their pack.
The strength of a pack relies on the strength of the bonds, but so too does the strength of an individual. A solo wolf lacking such ties would be left with abilities and fortitude completely abysmal, or so Harry has been left to imagine. The destitute life of a rogue was one of a scavenger until the isolation drove them completely feral.
Harry shivers at the mere thought. To turn feral was truly a fate worse than death.