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[farklelucas]

Brisaac (bc now I'm obsessed with them after your post) for #7.

YES. THANK U. ily anon. (also: thank you for reading my tags lmao.)

send me a ship & number for a mini fic! brisaac & things you said while we were driving

The dirt road is rough underneath the car’s wheels. Every few second there’s a bump or hole to go over. He rolls over a particularly rough one and glances over to the passenger seat.

Miraculously, somehow, Brett is still asleep. His eyes are closed, head tipped back, long neck completely exposed, soft mouth just slightly open. God damn it, how is he that beautiful even when he’s sleeping? And how is he still sleeping? He’s like a sloth. A beautiful, angelic, terrible sloth.

When there’s a moment he’s sure he won’t hit anything, he reaches out with his right arm and jostles Brett. “Hey,” he says. “Wake up.”

He retracts his arm just as Brett wakes, yawning and stretching his long and gangly limbs as much as the car itself will let him. “How romantic of you,” Brett mutters, sitting up straight in his seat. “Waking me up without any rhyme or reason just for my company.”

Isaac feels his ears heat up, but still rolls his eyes. “Ha, ha. Very funny. I woke you up because you’d been asleep for, like, twelve hours -”

“Don’t be a prick, it was only eight.”

“- and I was worried about your health.” He glances over again, and Brett is staring out the window. In a rare moment of complete insanity and at the risk of total vulnerability, he asks, “Hey, you okay?”

Brett hums. “A loaded question,” he muses. He keeps looking out the window, even though all there is to look at is trees and mountains. “Mostly I’m just worried about the stupid ‘pack meeting’ we’re going to.”

At that, Isaac can’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Afraid Derek and Satomi won’t play nice?” he asks.

“And Stiles,” Brett agrees, “but I don’t think we need to worry about Scott.”

The pack merger has had Brett on edge for weeks. It’s why Isaac volunteered to drive them both all the way out here to this mountain in the middle of nowhere for this pack meeting. He didn’t think Brett needed to be driving while agitated. Anyway, he’s worried about three different alphas (with three different styles of alpha-ing) trying to work together and merge packs. (Everyone in each pack has a different need, belief, and anchor - Scott’s anchor is himself, for example; Brett’s anchor is his religion; Isaac’s anchor... Isaac’s anchor has changed, no longer rooted in pain in sadness but in something better, lighter, and much more stupid. He thinks of light touches and sparkling eyes, curly hair and soft skin.) But they’re afraid if they don’t merge packs... how will they keep going? Against the dread doctors and Theo’s pack?

Brett still has his head resting on the window. Isaac makes a sharp right and Brett looks up, startled. “You doing alright?” he asks, looking over to Isaac quizzically. “Are you making a detour? Gonna do something stupid like run off to France... again?”

Isaac pulls over on the side of the road, a clearing off the path they were traveling before. “I’m pulling over so you can take over driving,” he says. “You’re thinking too much, and you need a distraction. We only have, like, ten minutes left in the drive anyway.”

All the sudden, Brett gets a look in his eye that’s part mischievous and part smug. “I can think of other, better distractions,” he says.

They both look to the backseat of the car. It wouldn’t be the first time. Isaac sighs thoughtfully. “Well, I suppose no one will mind if we’re fashionably late,” he murmurs. Brett grins, devilishly, and reaches down to tug on the hem of Isaac’s shirt. Isaac just shrugs and let’s him slide it off. The meeting, he supposes, can wait.

[banshee-cheekbones]

"Autumn Fic Meme" baking or cozy night in + boyd/kira pretty please?

here’s 500 words of domestic fluff! on ao3 here.

warnings for brief mentions of food poisoning and subsequent hospitalization. also written for the ‘it didn’t come with instructions’ square on my teen wolf bingo card!

Beyond the glass of the living room window, Kira can see nothing but hints of streetlight and a wall of rain.

It’s been raining on and off for most of the day, but only in the last hour has it turned into an outright downpour. Long streaks of water are running down the window and the rhythmic beat of it grows louder and softer intermittently. No headlights pierce the night and even the sickly orange glow of the streetlights is barely visible, dim as the ember of a cigarette in the vast expanse of the dark night.

Kira sighs dejectedly and drops her chin to her crossed arms.

So much for date night.

“It’s still coming down pretty hard, huh?” Boyd asks, stepping up behind her and dropping one broad hand between her shoulder blades. Kira nods and leans back slightly into his touch.

“Don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon,” she mumbles and, on cue, the rain starts to lash even harder against the already soaked glass. “I just checked Facebook, and they cancelled movies in the park. I don’t think they’re planning on rescheduling.”

“I’m sorry,” Boyd says, stooping over and kissing the top of her head. She leans back against his stomach, just taking a moment to bask in the contact. As always, he’s unreasonably warm, comfy in a t-shirt while she’s huddled in one of his sweaters to keep away the cold.

“We can still have a date,” Boyd mumbles after awhile, thumb slowly brushing up and down along Kira’s spine.

“Do you really want to drive in this weather?” Kira asks, finally taking her eyes away from the window and spinning around on her stool, widening her legs so that Boyd can stand closer.

“No,” Boyd replies, full lips curving into a closed-mouth smile. “That’s why we don’t have to leave.”

“Wait,” Kira says, “you mean the place downstairs?” There’s a diner on the first floor of their building and, if they stuck close to the side of the apartment complex, Kira’s pretty sure they could get inside without getting more than a little damp.

However, the last time she ate there, she ended up with a case of salmonella bad enough to put her in the hospital for a day. She doesn’t want to disappoint Boyd, but the thought of eating there again makes her stomach churn preemptively.

“Definitely not,” Boyd says, and Kira sighs gratefully. “But we have chocolate chip cookie dough in the freezer. And that new board game Stiles bought us.”

“It didn’t come with instructions,” Kira points out, a smile spreading across her own face. Boyd shrugs his broad shoulders and pulls her to her feet, tugging her in close.

“We’ll make some up.” Where her cheek is pressed against his chest, Kira feels his deep voice rumbling, and she lets her eyes drop closed, just for a few moments, just so that she can properly savor the moment without being distracted.

“Okay,” she murmurs, locking her arms around his waist, fingertips just barely touching together. “But you’re in charge of the cookies. I’m not setting the oven on fire again.” Boyd laughs and presses another kiss against the crown of her head.

“Deal.”

[scalira]

Guess what day it is today, hoes? That's right! It's Kira rarepair week Day 3, which means I can finally post my Boyd/Kira fic later today! And everyone better appreciate it I lost sleep over this fic

[nighttimemachinery]

kira/derek + doctor who au orrr kira/boyd + harry potter au?? c:

being that they were in different houses and their last names were at opposite ends of the alphabet, it seemed odd that kira yukimura and vernon boyd became friends. no one quite understood, but they were attached at the hip. from the time the nervous muggleborn boyd (he preferred not to go by vernon - it was an “old man name,” he felt) met the excited and bubbly half-born kira on the train they were inseparable - except for when they had to go back to their respective house dorms.

boyd was a ravenclaw and kira was a hufflepuff. most things in school came naturally to boyd. however, when it came to learning the patronus charm, he was an absolute disaster. he couldn’t hold onto a happy memory long enough to produce anything more than a sad, blue mist. kira, on the other hand, who was a pretty average student, managed the patronus on her first try. whenever she could, kira would conjure up the translucent fox and make it run in circles around boyd.

one day when the two friends were sitting outside on the hogwarts grounds, boyd finally asks, exasperated, “how do you do it?”

kira raised an eyebrow, “do what?”

"you know what i’m talking about. the patronus."

kira grins mischievously, “let me get this straight. you, vernon milton boyd iv -” he winces at the use of his full name, “-are asking me, kira yukimura, to help you with… school?”

boyd glares at her so intensely that kira worries she might catch fire, “alright, alright.” she raises her hands in mock surrender. “you want to know how i do it?” boyd nods vigorously. “easy. i just think about when i met you.”

boyd’s eyes go wide. kira smiles back at him, a light flush growing across her cheeks.

"me?" he asks, disbelieving.

"yep! what memory have you tried using?"

boyd is quiet and somber before he explains, “well i tried using this one memory of my sister. because i was always happiest when she was…” boyd doesn’t finish his sentence, but kira knows that boyd’s sister had gone missing when they were kids. she places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"anyways," boyd continues, "i try to think of positive memories of her, but then it always turns out bad and i can’t make the charm stick."

"well, if you can’t block out the bad memories, then maybe you need to focus on something else entirely," kira offers.

"like what?" boyd asks.

it’s at this moment that kira leans in and kisses him right on the lips. the kiss is quick and light, but it leaves boyd completely starstruck and moony-eyed.

kira whispers, “maybe i can be your memory, too.”

…and it works.

[farklelucas]

huge url dump bc let’s face it im probably never changing urls again. @ the end of the week imma delete/hoard whatever’s left probably

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[farklelucas]

*katie from the grave* Kira/Boyd

Drinks all of the coffee: kira is always a slut for coffee and boyd always drinks some too bc although he knows it doesn’t do anything for him he knows she’s v proud of how she makes it and it’s important to her so he drinks it anyway

Brings up adopting a pet: YES but kira is a dog person and boyd is (ironically) a cat person so they surprise each other with both (”oH MY GOD YOU DID NOT BRING HOME A DOG FOR ME??” “kira u brought home a cat on the same fucking day jesus”

Kills the bugs: they both put them outside bc “BUGS  HAVE SOULS, BOYD” “okay i promise i’ll put them outside”

Cooks the meals: whoever’s home

Starts getting into holidays way before they should: KIRA and boyd does not mind one little bit at all he puts on the santa clause hat and starts carving the pumpkins the minute she brings it out

Initiates the couple selfies: kira always

Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries: neither

Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping: both

Nicknames the other: boyd calls kira “ki ki,” “kir,” “special k,” “hon” (though he always spells it “hun” because he thinks it’s funny), and “babe.” kira uses “b,” “baby,” “love,” “vern,” “v,” and “doll.”

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