Although some of those images of Alastor and Husk don't say ship, it hasn't stopped people from supporting RadioHsuk. So there was no way I was going to leave it out of my series, as I'll be including most liked, less liked and even hated ships like ValAngel and FallenWings. I want to make as much Hellaverse ship collages as I can before the month ends, so please keep any negative thoughts about them to yourself.
This ship has also been called AlasHusk, Huskastor, AlastorHusk, HuskAlastor, RadioCasino, RadioKitty, RadioCat, DeerKitty, DeerCat, đ»đ, đ»đââŹ, đŠđ, đŠđââŹ, đ»đ„, đ»â„ïž and đŠâ„ïž.
in the deeper parts of a cursed forest, you might find deerkitty.
she will guide you out of this forest, you better stay with her or you will be lost forever!
now give her a hug and touch her majestic antlers, yo!
A/N: just a little quick something i wrote while i was in my downton abbey high~~~ so yeah i imagined them in early 1900âČs time an escaping their small town to a cabin where travelers could break on their journey~ i came up with a whole lot more in my ramblings while thinking of this fic but i couldnt commit to a long enough fic to go into those details ;;;;
but anyways please enjoy~~~
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âI do not think we should do this outside. Someone could see â â
 Kibum hushed him with lips, soft but convincing, fingers feeling the warmth of Minhoâs flushed cheeks. âShh, they wonât.â He soothed, letting his fingertips slide into Minhoâs hair. âWeâre out in the middle of no-where, remember?â
 Although his heart raced, Minho couldnât quite tell if it was from excitement or fear. While it was true that the world was changing and society along with it, there was no little he could do about the way he had been raised and the fact that for many a year he felt disgusted at himself. And even now that he had accepted it, that idea of anyone else discovering them like this was still a frightful thought for him.
 Ever patient, Kibum had nursed him through the uncertain years, helped him to love himself for who he was without expecting anything in return â not even the relationship they now shared.
 Minho chuckled softly at the memory, the way he had approached Kibum that winter evening, ghosts misting from their lips as they breathed in the impossible chill and then the warmth of their mouths touching for the first time. How he had felt warmer than he had his whole life.
 It had been Kibumâs stunned expression that had made it all worthwhile though, reminding Minho of just how selfless his best friend â and now lover â truly was.
 Their lips parting, Kibum still held him, arms around his shoulders, bodies so close Minho could almost hear his heart pounding. âSomethingâs amused you.â Kibum muttered, staring straight into Minhoâs eyes. âWill you tell me what it is? Or am I to force it out of you?â
 Minho shook his head, leaning in to touch their foreheads, wrapping his arms tighter around Kibumâs torso. âI was just thinking of our first kiss and the way you looked at me that night.â
 âAnd it was amusing for you, was it?â Kibum asked with a teasing tone.
 âNot at all.â Minho assured him. âIt brought me joy to remember.â Kibumâs broadening smile was a gift to behold and Minho â forgetting himself for the moment â kissed him again, enjoying the way his lover hummed in surprise. âI love you.â
 Always bashful at the words being spoken, Kibum tucked his chin towards his chest and pulled away, lightly smacking Minhoâs chest. âCome on, let us continue. Weâve a lot of work to do before this place is suitable for any visitors.â
 Minho smiled warmly, humming his agreement as Kibum stepped though the open door to the cabin. Kibum did not need to speak the words for Minho to know they were reciprocated, and anyway, his actions always spoke louder than words ever could.
Summary: When he was brought to the elvesâ forest, Minho never imagined heâd become close to the prince, but with the elven royal favouring his company above all others, a relationship began to form; one that fulfilled needs and desires that had emerged between them, a relationship built on confused feelings and touches friends did not exchange. But perhaps it would be a journey to save a life that ensured their relationship would bloom into so much more.
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Welp! The SBB is complete and now I can share which fic is mine~! This year, I had a lot more difficulties getting my fic out. I didnât start writing it until after the SBB was announced and it took me a few good tries before I found a story that stuck ;;; Iâm glad I got to finish this though and Iâm really proud of the work I did and the effort I put in was totally worth it!
Please go check it out if you havenât already and please tell me what you think~!!!
And donât forget to check out the work done by all the other amazing authors whoâve put in days and weeks of hard work!!
welp i saw this post the other day and of course i applied it to my cuties and then forgot to post this for like a whole day woops ;;; enjoy~
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It hadnât been intentional, he could tell from the stunned look of surprise on Kibum's face when their foreheads bumped together, their lips only just touching the ice cream at the time same. Heâd asked Kibum if he wanted any, had made the offer without even really thinking about it. There hadn't been a verbal response so he'd just leaned back in for another lick of his ice cream when suddenly Kibum was right there in front of his face. And now they stood staring at one another, ice cream still held firm in Minho's hand, an uneven coat of chocolate ice cream marking their parted lips.Â
Not knowing what to say, Minho tried to speak, but found himself drawing a blank, ending up just muttering out parts of words as he tried to formulate a full sentence. For all his efforts, Kibum only smirked wickedly. The action, however simple and normal it was for Kibum, felt so different like this, so close and with their friendship under the tension that felt like there should be more. Minho felt his chest tighten, heart fighting with a pattering rhythm against his ribcage, blood pounding in his ears as his gaze flickered from Kibum's eyes to his lips. And then almost visibly shuddered when the tip of his tongue poked out to collect the chocolate ice cream from his lips. This was too unfair.
 His hand joining Minhoâs on the cone, Kibum urged Minho to continue with a gesture alone, words unnecessary. Though nervous, Minho couldn't say no and tentatively leaned forward, conscious of Kibum leaning in as well, his lips pursing over the tip of the ice cream and Minho naturally tilted his head a little to ensure his mouth was down by the rim of the cone instead.Â
 Kibumâs nose brushed his cheek, Minhoâs eyelids fluttering, their mouths shifting, head tilting opposite ways as they tentatively touched lips to the ice cream again, their noses now touching, lips so close Minho felt like he could die. The proximity to Kibum alone was more than he could have even hoped, dreamed of, craved for. But he never expected in a million years that it would ever come to this. Kibum had said it once that Minho wasn't his type, that he was too reserved and sweet, too pure. It took everything in Minho not to scream that he wasn't some innocent virgin who needed to be protected. Well, he was a virgin but it's not like that made him innocent as well. Now though, the way Kibumâs eyes hooded with desire, the way his lips pursed, tongue licked, Minho was beginning to wonder if those words had been an excuse to deny something more truthful.
 Gathering his confidence, Minho started to aim for Kibum's lips, unable to help holding his breath when he noted how Kibum was only just avoiding him, enough to tease. Ice cream was now smeared across both of their lips in a thick layer, a tiny drop of it hanging from the very top of Minhoâs nose from a misguided chase of Kibumâs mouth.Â
 Then, without any warning, Kibum lowered the ice cream and slid his lips to Minho's, slotting them perfectly together with just enough pressure that Minho let out the smallest of squeaks. The ice cream melted further under the warmth of their mouths and Kibum licked Minhoâs bottom lip to lap it up before diving back in for another lengthy kiss, hums harmonising, Minhoâs free hand clinging to the fabric of Kibumâs jacket, his eyes closed and heart soaring with utter bliss. Kibum sighed softly, releasing his hold on the ice cream in favour of cupping Minhoâs face, one hand warm, the other slightly cooler as his fingers touched Minhoâs flushed cheeks. Without Kibumâs steady hand, Minho had to focus harder to keep the ice cream from falling. While most would tell him he should have just ditched the ice cream â he was being kissed by the man he adored, after all â but Minho still had some priorities and dropping any kind of food was simply out of the question. Even if he felt like his fingers were about to give out at any moment.Â
 As quickly as it began it was all over, Kibum pulling his lips from Minho, smiling warmly when the taller male leaned in further, seeking more, before his eyes opened to meet the fond gaze. âMinho...â Kibum whispered, thumb brushing just under Minho's bottom lip, the plump skin tugging with the digit. âI â â
 Minho turned his head slightly, lips pursing to kiss Kibumâs thumb and then his palm when Kibum started to pull his hand away. âDonât ruin it.â He muttered, somehow feeling like another long winded excuse was coming his way. If Kibum wanted to take back what just happened then he could do it later, after Minho had dwelled in the flutter of his stomach, memorised the touch of Kibum's lips, his hands, the swell in his chest.Â
 It was then that Minho realised the ice cream had well and truly begun to melt, chocolate milk now dripping down his hand and the bottom of the cone.Â
 âAw, man...â He muttered, wondering where to begin, the napkin that came with the ice cream wrapped around the cone and also soaked with chocolate. âI wanted to eat it...â
 Kibum chuckled, taking Minhoâs hand in his own and as his gaze met Minhoâs, began to lick his fingers clean.
