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Which Weiss Boy Would You Marry?
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You're married to Ken.He's the type of man who would do anything for his family. He'll be a good father,who plays with the kids, and a husband who treats his wife like a queen. Plus you have those wonderful abs for yourself. yummmmmm...^^
Such a waffy moment, could do without the Gluhen pic though. Actually from reading the above, made nice warm fic thoughts for KenxAyachan but for some reason, I can only write YohjixManx right now *scratches head in confussion*
The Ran description kinda reminds me of this RanxSakura fic I read on the straightWK ml awhile ago. In fact I'll post it here cause its just too damn cute coming from a cat's POV of the couple. Plus I love the cat's nickname for Ran. This is also forrhinahime since she's been dying to read some het WK fics.
One Piece
The usual: I don't own Weiß, don't sue me, Aya is pretty, yadda yadda
yadda.
Description: a little snippet of a pet cat's life. Cheesy, yes.
Pairings: Aya & Sakura
Rating: PG-13
writer and email: shades_children@yahoo.com
The sound of rustling sheets interrupted my doze, and I sleepily opened one eye. The noises continued, and I knew then that they were awakening.
It was a relatively easy act - jumping off the dark burgundy chair onto the carpet. Out of all the chairs in the flat, I liked it best. Puffy leather made it comfortable, and Moss Man liked it as much as I did. He didn’t like it when I slept on it, though. It was a muttered something about “cat hair getting all over the place” accompanied with the fastidious picking of several short hairs out of the creases. As if he didn’t occasionally leave hairs behind when he woke.
With the heat turned down, the kitchen floor was cold to the toes, but my stomach growled, so I carefully padded across the tile to the spot by the table where my empty bowl was. For the moment, I would have to settle for some water.
The creaking of the bedroom door signaled the initiation of a set sequence. Flower Lady would come out, wearing fuzzy grey bathrobe, and the sound of the shower turning on would follow her. She would stretch, yawn, then enter the kitchen, whereupon I would rub her ankles and purr a greeting. With a pat to my head and a “Good morning, kitty,” she’d pick up my bowl and set it on the counter where I couldn’t see. The grinding sound of the electric can opener, and the bowl would be set before me. What would be in it - that I couldn’t predict.
The days the bedroom door was closed, Flower Lady smelled different. It was a deep scent that seemed like both Moss Man and Flower Lady, but it was not quite them - almost musky, I would describe it. Not bad, though, but I’d learned that whenever Flower Lady smelled like that, she became a little absent-minded when it came to my breakfast.
The first time it happened after I arrived, she forgot entirely. The door stayed closed until the sun was high in the sky. It was very, very upsetting. Not only had I been abducted from my mother, brothers, and sister, but I was to be starved and forgotten as well!
I forgave her, though. Flower Lady was too repentant for me to stay angry and aloof for long. Besides, she bought me a new catnip mouse as penance, and I simply couldn’t resist.
This morning it was the usual wet cat food with a treat - some scraps of chicken leftover from their dinner, and I dug in. Better than tuna any day.
Moss Man emerged from the bedroom, running a pale hand through damp red hair. I don’t pay him much attention, except when I’m lying on the leather chair. It’s fair enough; he doesn’t pay me as much attention as his mate does.
With a light kiss to Flower Lady’s cheek as she washes her hands at the sink, he takes a bowl and spoon, picking up the box of Fruit Loops on his way to the table. That always amuses me - he may be older than I am, but he still enjoys those brightly colored children’s cereal. I don’t understand it. Once, I ate a piece that spilled from the box, and it was absolutely disgusting. To each his own, I suppose. As long as he doesn’t eat my cat food, he can continue with his bad-tasting breakfast foods.
Upon finishing my meal, I headed back into the living room for some shuteye on the leather chair. With any amount of luck, Moss Man won’t find me before he leaves the flat. Flower Lady will leave shortly after, and I can sleep undisturbed. Like it should be.
babaca Which Weiss Boy Would You Marry?
brought to you by Quizilla
You're married to Ken.He's the type of man who would do anything for his family. He'll be a good father,who plays with the kids, and a husband who treats his wife like a queen. Plus you have those wonderful abs for yourself. yummmmmm...^^
Such a waffy moment, could do without the Gluhen pic though. Actually from reading the above, made nice warm fic thoughts for KenxAyachan but for some reason, I can only write YohjixManx right now *scratches head in confussion*
The Ran description kinda reminds me of this RanxSakura fic I read on the straightWK ml awhile ago. In fact I'll post it here cause its just too damn cute coming from a cat's POV of the couple. Plus I love the cat's nickname for Ran. This is also for
rhinahime since she's been dying to read some het WK fics.One Piece
The usual: I don't own Weiß, don't sue me, Aya is pretty, yadda yadda
yadda.
Description: a little snippet of a pet cat's life. Cheesy, yes.
Pairings: Aya & Sakura
Rating: PG-13
writer and email: shades_children@yahoo.com
The sound of rustling sheets interrupted my doze, and I sleepily opened one eye. The noises continued, and I knew then that they were awakening.
It was a relatively easy act - jumping off the dark burgundy chair onto the carpet. Out of all the chairs in the flat, I liked it best. Puffy leather made it comfortable, and Moss Man liked it as much as I did. He didn’t like it when I slept on it, though. It was a muttered something about “cat hair getting all over the place” accompanied with the fastidious picking of several short hairs out of the creases. As if he didn’t occasionally leave hairs behind when he woke.
With the heat turned down, the kitchen floor was cold to the toes, but my stomach growled, so I carefully padded across the tile to the spot by the table where my empty bowl was. For the moment, I would have to settle for some water.
The creaking of the bedroom door signaled the initiation of a set sequence. Flower Lady would come out, wearing fuzzy grey bathrobe, and the sound of the shower turning on would follow her. She would stretch, yawn, then enter the kitchen, whereupon I would rub her ankles and purr a greeting. With a pat to my head and a “Good morning, kitty,” she’d pick up my bowl and set it on the counter where I couldn’t see. The grinding sound of the electric can opener, and the bowl would be set before me. What would be in it - that I couldn’t predict.
The days the bedroom door was closed, Flower Lady smelled different. It was a deep scent that seemed like both Moss Man and Flower Lady, but it was not quite them - almost musky, I would describe it. Not bad, though, but I’d learned that whenever Flower Lady smelled like that, she became a little absent-minded when it came to my breakfast.
The first time it happened after I arrived, she forgot entirely. The door stayed closed until the sun was high in the sky. It was very, very upsetting. Not only had I been abducted from my mother, brothers, and sister, but I was to be starved and forgotten as well!
I forgave her, though. Flower Lady was too repentant for me to stay angry and aloof for long. Besides, she bought me a new catnip mouse as penance, and I simply couldn’t resist.
This morning it was the usual wet cat food with a treat - some scraps of chicken leftover from their dinner, and I dug in. Better than tuna any day.
Moss Man emerged from the bedroom, running a pale hand through damp red hair. I don’t pay him much attention, except when I’m lying on the leather chair. It’s fair enough; he doesn’t pay me as much attention as his mate does.
With a light kiss to Flower Lady’s cheek as she washes her hands at the sink, he takes a bowl and spoon, picking up the box of Fruit Loops on his way to the table. That always amuses me - he may be older than I am, but he still enjoys those brightly colored children’s cereal. I don’t understand it. Once, I ate a piece that spilled from the box, and it was absolutely disgusting. To each his own, I suppose. As long as he doesn’t eat my cat food, he can continue with his bad-tasting breakfast foods.
Upon finishing my meal, I headed back into the living room for some shuteye on the leather chair. With any amount of luck, Moss Man won’t find me before he leaves the flat. Flower Lady will leave shortly after, and I can sleep undisturbed. Like it should be.
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