Akatsuki Blanket Novels & Stories

the upper edge of the blanket is punched with such ador that it seems it is purposed to be torn from the very center of it's fabric rather than opened up. a head rolls out from the now opened side of the blanket, eyes tightly shut like that of a newborn but so strongly built like those of refugees in Somalia. the fire under the cauldron raved momentarily in a close mimicry of the struggling mass under the blanket, the Misty figure overseeing the whole affair raged furiously and ran wild with contorted rage at the struggling mass under the blanket and struck it so hard as it's weakened and shrivelled foot can allow which was albeit more than enough to send the mass struck unconscious and dumb

He decides to grab me his favourite drinks to try, adding them with his to the trays. Eventually, Atlas has two whole trays filled with more snacks than I would think a single wolf could eat, but something tells me Atlas could eat it all by himself. Flicking on a light switch I didn’t see earlier, he reveals a TV bigger than anything I’d ever seen before. He set the trays on the coffee table before he helped me get settled on a big comfy couch that sat directly facing the TV, covering me with a blanket because I was cold.

's quieter hum, the contented sound he made when I held him close, when the world was small enough to fit in his mother's arms and safety was measured in heartbeats. I clutch one of the blankets to my chest Alexander's favorite, blue as summer sky with silver stars embroidered along the edges. It still smells faintly of him, or perhaps that's wishful thinking, perhaps I'm so desperate for connection that I imagine comfort where none exists. I rock harder, the chair groaning its protest, whispering apologies until my throat burns raw and my voice cracks with the strain.

A wool blanket that smells like dust and old smoke. I tear another strip from the curtain and wrap it around myself, knotting the fabric at one shoulder and cinching it at the waist with twine. The result looks somewhere between survival gear and a very questionable woodland kimono. Aiden studies it briefly. "It works." "It's not a fashion show." His mouth twitches slightly. He's still barefoot. Still bare-chested. Tattoos curl across his arms, chest, and throat like something carved into him instead of inked there.

Meanwhile Ryu stood where he was for a moment longer, his eyes fixed on Aito sleeping peacefully under the blanket. The sight alone made the exhaustion from the long flight melt away. The blanket pulled up to Aito's chest as it covered the rest of his body, leaving only his shoulders and head visible. His long blonde hair had grown past his chin now, soft strands framing his face in a way that made him look even more delicate in sleep. Half of it had been gathered into a messy ponytail at the back of his head, though it had clearly loosened while he slept, leaving wisps falling free. The rest of his hair was scattered across the pillow and the couch beneath him, platinum blonde against the d

Justina said as she started ripping it open. The first thing I grabbed was a wolf stuffy. It was just of the head with two little paws and the rest was a little blanket. The whole thing was white and grey and was the softest thing I had ever felt. “This is the cutest thing ever.” I saw as I rubbed it against my face. “I like the theme you went with.” Justina held up a matching woodsy blanket. It had trees, wolves, bears and foxes on it. There was patches of blue and grey with some black and white accents.

“It’s under the bed.” Tatum grins, jumping up as she pops under the bed and pulls out a large box. The same box she gave me the purple blanket in. she chuckles, shaking her head the second she recognizes it. “Is this the blanket that just goes back and forth?” she asks as she pulls it open. Her eyes grow wide as she pulls a plush, brand new purple blanket from the box, tears in her eyes as she hugs it to her naked body.

Athos kissed her on the temple as he moved to get his still unopened Santa present. “I need my blanket so I can take a nap and the little elves under the age of eighteen can pick up the mess.”

he added, holding the bag out of my reach as I tried to take it back. I giggled and then settled back into my spot as he pulled the pink tissue paper out and unwrapped the first item. “A tiny crown?” Lukas asked, his brows raised in confusion as he looked over the miniature version of his Volkor crown that I’d had made. I just nodded, a laugh threatening to spill from my lips, but I held it back and held my tongue from blurting out the truth. He then pulled out the ivory bamboo blanket with navy blue embroidery in one corner, a replica of the tattoo on his forearm he got on his 21st birthday.