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Kotetsu wasn't a materialistic man. He never had a reason to be, he had what he wanted: his family, a job he loved, and all the booze he could drink. Though, maybe he did miss being able to sleep in when he heard his daughter run though the halls and shouted "It's Christmas!" The vertan hero couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he forced his eyes open and glanced around the room he was staying in for the next few days. He had decided to take a small vacation and visit his family for the holidays, something everyone agreed that he should do. This trip was more light hearted than the last one, filled with more laughter and understanding now th

Ventus looked out through the sheer curtains that kept the bathing pool cool and out of the sun, a bit confused. He turned to the jackal god and tilted his head, "do they not need you today?" Anubis glanced over and hummed softly before he replied. "They do, however, I do not want to overwhelm  Ma'at and Osiris." "Oh, I see," the blond murmured before he waded back towards the deity. With a small amount of grace, he sat next to his master in the pool. The brass-colored gaze drifted to watch his servant and not a word left his lips. It was the mortal that broke their small bout of silence. "This is odd. I never had the time to just sit while

Hours later, Eraqus stood beside Phillip and Aurora, talking with them quietly. The ball had already started but there was no sign of the Indian prince. Rikki darted around under the tables, stealing bits of food without being seen. Teja had been set up for the English people to view and even pet.  Phillip frowned as he looked around unable to spot his son, "Now where is that boy of ours Aurora? He's always punctual." She chuckled lightly and hung onto his arm, "No worries Phillip, I'm sure he's just touching up before making his entrance. Where is your boy Eraqus? I hear he is quite the handsome young man." Eraqus glanced amongst

There were two things Credo could not stand: disorder and the cold. Ever since he was a child, he could never bare being even slightly chilly. When he and Dante started to go out, Dante would always poke fun at him for burrowing under the covers at the faintest draft in Devil May Cry. Credo usually would just grumble and worm his way closer to the warm body of the devil hunter and use cuddling as means to get warm. Dante enjoyed those moments in which the captain would pretend to grump as he curled into the silver haired man's side. The problem was they were rare occurrences, Credo usually used Dante as a last ditch effort to get warm. Howev

Jim and Bones laying together, tangled in the sheets lazily as the morning sun starts to fill the room. They’re both busted up pretty good from Jim managing to get into another bar fight off campus that Bones somehow got involved in. The night before, all he did was complain as he bandaged them both up (being less than gentle with Kirk’s) before both collapsed in bed. Jim is the first to wake and he looks over the damage done to his friend before a hand slips free of the covers to lightly touch the doctor on his bruised cheek. This, of course, wakes the grumpy older man, who huffs and opens his eyes to glare at Jim. But, for some