#corakira

[softranswolves]

@kirayukimuraappreciation Day 6: Free Choice

Singer-songwriter Kira and model Cora find peace together

[fandom-madnessess]

The Price of Loyalty

Cora Hale/Kira Yukimura Rating: G, Word Count: 613 Fluff, Established Relationship, Kira has a cat, POV KIra ♥ Read on AO3

For Teen Wolf Femslash Bingo prompt: Betrayal

Summer evenings like this are Kira’s favourite; when there’s still some heat left from the day, but it’s no longer stifling, and she can sit on her balcony with Striker Eureka in her lap, drinking a cold beer. Her bare feet are on the balcony railing, the metal still warm from being exposed to the sun all day. She can smell the apples from the small apple tree her neighbour has on his balcony. Everyone in the building who is home has their balcony door open, she can hear their laughter, music, a television.

She drags a finger through Striker Eureka’s fur and he purrs loudly in response. He sounds like one of those big lawnmowers. Letting her hand rest lightly against Striker Eureka’s back to keep him purring, Kira closes her eyes and tilts her face to the sinking sun. She’s going to sit here until it gets too cold. Or until she gets hungry. Whichever comes first.

Of course her doorbell rings at the exact moment she’s settled in.

‘I’m sorry Eureka,’ she whispers to the cat when she picks him up. He immediately sets his claws in her shoulder, seemingly unwilling to part from her.

When she opens the door, Kira finds the only person who could make this evening even better on the other side.

‘Hey,’ she says, stepping aside to let Cora in, pressing a kiss to Cora’s cheek as she passes. ‘I didn’t know you were coming. Oh god, I didn’t forget that we had a date, right?’

It wouldn’t be the first time.

Cora shakes her head and places a kiss on Kira’s lips, then one on top of Striker Eureka’s head.

‘I was bored.’

‘Wow. We’re so honoured,’ Kira says drily.

‘I brought pizza.’

‘We are so honoured,’ Kira says a little more sincerely. ‘You’re gonna have to get your own drink though, because Striker Eureka has a little separation anxiety tonight.’

Striker Eureka head-butts her against her chin, like he knows she’s talking about him. He probably does.

‘Balcony?’ Cora asks, pointing to the open sliding door.

‘Yep.’

‘Okay. I’ll be right there.’

Kira goes back to her seat, deposits Striker Eureka on her lap again and waits for the pizza and her girlfriend.

Cora steps outside a minute later. Kira turns and smiles when she sees that Cora eyes are closed, her face turned towards the sun.

‘There’s going to be sun again tomorrow, but that pizza will get cold,’ Kira reminds her, making grabby hands at the box.

Cora sticks out her tongue, but sets the pizza on the side table, then grabs the other chair and sits down next to Kira.

‘I figured out how to cure Striker Eureka of his separation anxiety,’ Cora says, flipping open the pizza box. She grabs a piece of ham and holds it by Eureka’s face. ‘Striker Eureka,’ she sing-songs. ‘Would you like some ham?’

‘He would ne—‘

But Striker Eureka has already jumped on Cora’s lap.

Kira gasps in affront.

‘He’ll defect for a piece of ham. You little traitor,’ Cora says, scratching the cat behind his ear. Striker Eureka isn’t really paying attention to her; he’s discovered the pizza and looks like he’s willing to take the leap. Cora quickly puts him on the floor

‘He didn’t defect. He knows you’re part of our pounce,’ Kira says, grabbing a slice. She wants to hold Cora’s hand, but that hand is already holding her beer, so she hooks her ankle with Cora’s instead.

‘Pounce?’

‘A group of cats,’ Kira explains.

‘I thought that was pride.’

‘That’s lions. You can also say a clowder of cats, but I like pounce better.’

‘Me, too,’ Cora agrees.

[lvkeskvwalkers]

teen wolf femslash bingo//Square B3:  a wedding

Pairing: Cora/Kira, background Braeden/Laura

When hir sister Laura marries Braeden, Cora isn’t expecting to enjoy hirself. Sie’s disappointed enough that sie has to wear a flower crown and a dress, but Laura insisted that all her bridesmaids match the theme, and even as Maid of Honor, Cora can’t pull any strings to get out of it.

So there sie is, waiting for this hell to be over so sie can eat some cake and sneak out as soon as possible. That is, until sie meets one of Braeden’s friends from college, Kira Yukimura. 

Kira brings a new life to the party, catching the bouquet when Laura tosses it but handing it off to a little girl who looked miserable at having missed it, insisting on trying a sample of all of the food set up for the reception, and being the first one on the dance floor after Braeden and Laura finish their first dance. But she’s still game to sneak out early when Cora whispers in her ear about how pretty the stars look outside and how pretty she’d look under them.

[minalover]

Kira/Cora + post apocalyptic wasteland

“Cora, is it safe to go outside?”“I’ve got you, little fox. Not even the end of the world could keep me from protecting you.”Give me a pairing and an AU and I’ll write a three-sentence fic.

[farklelucas]

all the tw femslash aus: kira might call herself “hella fucking gay,” but she would not call herself “desperately single”. sure she sleeps with a body pillow, and hasn’t had a relationship since high school, but… the point is, stiles shouldn’t have put it up there! that is, until cora walks in, smirks at the board, and asks for her number.

[aframir]

I went away for a year and Derek packshacks with a werecoyote, a kitsune, a bansee and there's a werejaguar involved somehow? Cora was pouring cereal and watching the patchwork pack interact with each other. The only one she hadn't seen was Kira, but she was coming over soon, according to Derek. 

Cora opened the fridge and reached for the milk, to find none. 

"Derek, milk's out!" Cora groaned as the front door opened. 

"Good thing that I brought some!" Cora's head snapped up to look at the girl. Her black hair was on double braids and she was wearing her over-sized lacrosse shirt and some skinny jeans. Cora gave her a look from head to toe and was struck by a pull towards her. She smiled at Cora timidly and came over to the kitchen island. 

"Hi, I'm Kira, here's the milk", she said, "you must be Cora." Cora nodded and took the milk, absolutely staring at Kira shamelessly. 

"Cora", she stuttered then and managed a small smile and Kira smiled back. 

Maybe packshacking was a better idea than she had thought before.