#shared warmth

[starlitwishes]

[ BLANKET ] for Evan!

“Ehe—it is pretty cold tonight, isn’t it?”

Evan was just about asleep when Venti accidentally woke him up by draping another blanket on top of him. Wasn’t it the blanket Venti was supposed to be using? How silly…

“Well, I hope you sacrificing your blanket to me means you’re going to join me under both, right?” With a little smirk, Evan lifted up the blankets. “I bet this was you plan all along, to get some cuddles in?”

[howshouldiknowboutlife]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Another tiny sweet one! This time it’s Hamid pov with some appearances from Zolf and Oscar :D

Hamid runs hot, Zolf and Oscar... do not.

[faerimagic]

Shared Warmth

Hello! nebulasresolution (aka Roimata) and I have started a new fanfiction called Shared Warmth. It’s pretty much an alternate universe of Haikyuu!!, and the main characters are two original characters that each of us has made.

Roi’s character is Tsukino Hoshiko, a trans boy and a second year on the Nekoma Volleyball team while my character is Matou Chitose, a first-year student with an atypical affinity towards cute and pretty things. (He also eventually joins the volleyball team too.) You can read the fanfiction here, and there are already two chapters up! The story is rated Teen and Up mainly because of the occasional usage of coarse language, but but there will also be possible definite instances of fluff in the future. (perhaps an overwhelmingly dangerous amount of fluff, haha)  I hope you guys enjoy it!

[artusarlert-blog]

Shared Warmth || Closed RP w/eatthebread

'This is why we can't have nice things.' 

That was Armin's most basic thought on his current situation; on vacation with Mikasa, snowed into the cabin.

Pulling his face from the window, Armin drew the curtains across the window to hide the unsavory weather that had befallen the pair. He did prefer the cold over the heat, but this was absolutely ridiculous. He tossed another log into the fireplace that had been keeping them warm for the last few hours once the power had gone out, a few sleeping bags piled a few feet from the bright fire.

The water still worked though, as was proven by the sound of Mikasa taking a shower in the bathroom down the hall. They were both twenty-two, and on winter break from ever-stressful medical school. His parents had, happily, financed the much needed retreat to the North, and one of the surgeons-to-be that learned alongside Mikasa, Ymir, had recommended Scandinavia.

Sitting cross legged on a sleeping bag near the fireplace, Armin watched the kettle hang over the fire, quietly awaiting the sound of the comfortably familiar whistle. The young man was so focused on the fire, he didn't hear the water shut off in the bathroom.