Hyuga-Hina

FB - Hotdogs Necessity had forced the Valenwind to divided household chores fairly early in their relationship. Cid burned most things that wasn’t boiling water, so Vincent usually cooked. Vincent didn’t see anything wrong with an inch of dust and cobwebs for curtains, so it was Cid who wielded the mop. But when Valentine was out of the house, it fell on Cid too get dinner for three hungry adolescent boys. ”Alright boys, dinner’s served!” Cid rubbed his hands together as he sat down by the tables. “It’s hotdogs!” This didn’t exactly spark the kind of joy he’d been hoping for. The

WARNING(S):: Shonen-ai, clicheness(at least for these 2), and twincest. Although they looked so much alike, their personalities were different. While Hikaru seemed oblivious to the gap appearing between them, Kaoru was not. Maybe he got a little too caught up in their brotherly love act, so caught up that he started to believe it. Sometimes he wished they never would have accepted Tamaki’s offer to join the club. If they never accepted it they would never have started the brotherly love act, they would never have met Haruhi, and he wouldn’t be feeling this way. But… through everything that happened he like the Host Club and H

“What are you doing?” Optimus’ question was incredulous as he looked out over the field that had once been covered in snow. Technically it was still covered, and trampled, apart from the stacked balls of snow, decorated with the very things most of the mechs were looking for. Ratchet had been in a snit when he found his med bay raided for tools and supplies. Perceptor had emanated cold rage… everyone had assumed the twins were behind it even though they had matured past pranking since the end of the war. Well, that assumption ended when Sunstreaker came flying, raging about someone having stolen his paint brushes. A