( 14 ) I'll dissolve when you laugh

[utenacar]

Fluffy ☆ Call Me Out!

↣ basically, this is a fluff call me out!
↣ refer to the below links for prompts, or make up your own!
↣ blow are a list are characters I feel like tagging with. you are free to ask for others, but I would prefer you talked with me first.
↣ can be platonic/smutty/whatever. I'm not your mom.
↣ insofar as shipping goes, I'm happy to play m/f or f/f unless stated otherwise (see: homura.)

💕 Adorafluff
💕 Nesting
💕 Dancing
💕 Flowers
💕 Married life/Domesticity
💕 Red String of Fate
💕 Hades & Persephone
💕 Mind-altering Cupcakes
💕 Smutty Scenarios

vaguely actives(??)

himari takakura mawaru penguindrum	homura akemi puella magi madoka magica	integra hellsing hellsing
kiritsugu emiya fate/zero	taiga aisaka toradora!	yusuke urameshi yu yu hakusho

CODES BY INSOMNIATIC @ DREAMWIDTH

Comments

red string/nesting

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ the delicate tugs on the string tied around Kiritsugu's pinky finger aren't anything new, really— Kaiko's too independent to really be called "needy," but she has a bad habit of testing both him and the thread strung between them at random times. like she's worried they've gone somewhere while she wasn't paying attention.

(... that's exactly why she does it, if the faint echoes of anxiety that crop up every time are any indication, or the quiet wash of relief when he responds, but it isn't something she talks about out loud. safe to ignore, in other words.)

in this case, though, the call is literally coming from inside the house. she'd shown up earlier with an awkward armful of bags of bedding, waited just long enough to make sure he knew she was there out of respect for his reflexes, and then cheerfully barged in only to lock him out of his own bedroom. apparently he's allowed in there now, though, judging by both the tug and the sense of accomplished satisfaction settling into place from her direction.

...it isn't quite enough to cover up the sense of something dark and heavy buried at the very bottom of his sense of her, but that isn't really anything new, either. ]

Pls pretend this is my teen Kerry account.💦💦💦

[problemagus]

( Was she... for real right now? No, seriously. Pulling him back to the house, only to ignore him, to lock him out of his room. There were times when he wasn't sure what to make of Kaiko. Her conniving, attention-seeking nonsense he found, perhaps unnerving.

And yet, were it not for the sense of excitement and melancholy washing over him, perhaps he would have left about 30 minutes ago. He could tell she was clearly trying to hold back something. What, exactly, he'd have to coax out of her.

He's dozing off on the couch by the time he feels the gentle tug of the string again. Evidentially, she's completed whatever godforsaken task she's assigned to herself, and he pulls himself up, mechanically walking towards his door. )

You're a nuisance.

( Is that...? He's not even about to ask what she did to his bed. )

I'll just mentally erase the stubble and add more baby fat. the dead eyes obviously stay

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ there are so many pillows. so many. at least none of them are frilly or ruffled the way half of her clothes seem to be, but that doesn't stop it from being a mess. on top of that, she's sprawled on top of them like she owns the space, looking at him upside-down with her upper body almost dangling off the edge.

her reply is completely unrepentant. ...all right, maybe a little bit repentant, mostly because she'd woken him up, but. a little harmless unpredictability is good for him. (and the fact that he puts up with it is good for her; makes something loosen in her chest.) ]

I do my best! I am sorry I took so long, but the making of a pillow pile is a fine art. You can't rush it.

[ ...and then she has the nerve to make grabby hands at him. ]

[problemagus]

( "A fine art." Kaiko, his bed is a mess??? But, okay. Deep breaths. He's not about to chastise her over this. Instead, opting to merely discard his suit jacket before shuffling over towards the other side of the room, and sliding his arms underneath Kaiko's back. )

What are you, a cat?

( It's at that moment he delicately lifts her off the bed, so he can place her, properly, against the pillows, then promptly joins her on the pile. )

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ she sure squeaks and ragdolls against him like one, and weighs about the same— it might be overcompensation for the days when she'd had metal wrapped around her bones, but it's this sort of situation that's exactly why she does it. being able to feel small and secure never gets old. ]

There are worse things to be! They've definitely got the right idea— oh.

[ Kiritsugu: obtained. being a pain in the ass is its own sort of fun, but that doesn't mean it's all she wants. her grin softens around the edges as she takes a moment to just look at him. ]

[problemagus]

( It's almost frightening, really. The way she can so effortlessly shift between being an absolute terror to seeming nearly fragile-- cute, even. He's got no choice now, does he? His fingers thread through her hair, stroking at her scalp gingerly. )

You alright, Kaiko?

( He wasn't about to lie. Her behavior was growing worrisome, in spite of her... everything. )

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ —busted. she pauses in the middle of reaching for his arm—not with the aim of making him stop, only to hang onto his sleeve— and goes through a series of expressions where she very clearly considers and then discards the thought of bullshitting him about it. he's got every right to call her out, considering he has to deal with the spill-over, but that doesn't mean she has to enjoy it.

after a moment she huffs, and tilts her head into his hand. ]

...mmmn. I'm sorry, if it's that obvious. ... It isn't anything in particular, it's just not a good day.

[ it just happened, sometimes. there were definitely times of the year when the inescapable knowledge that she didn't belong in the land of the living (or just more garden-variety melancholy) would actively try to drag her down, which at least let her brace for it, but every now and again she just... would tire out without realizing it. stop fighting her base nature—that violent, agonized snapshot of who she'd been at the moment of her death—as hard as she needed and whoops, hello slippery slope right down into her own literal personal hell.

at least she'd caught herself relatively early this time. ]

[problemagus]

( Oh. Without having to even ask, he could likely guess the cause of her ailments. It's nothing he hasn't dealt with from her before, and promptly decides to drop the topic. )

It's alright. ( IS IT, KERRY? ) You can stay in here as long as you need.

( All said while pulling her against his chest, one hand remaining in her hair, massaging at her scalp...

Why does he get the feeling he'll come to regret this decision? )

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ —oh. she stays contentedly melted, more than willingly tucking herself up against him and smooshing the side of her face against his collarbone with a low, raspy hum at the petting. (...and an entirely different kind of background hum of helplessly grateful affection, which she deliberately lets herself linger on the feeling of. words are difficult, honesty is difficult, but that she can manage.

his work seems so thankless. he should get the chance to know, really know, that someone appreciates being saved.) ]

Thank you. ...Sometimes I just need the extra dose of worldly attachments, so to speak.