A/N- So... I know everyone starts these and doesn't finish them, but I'm going to do it! (Hopefully) My plan for these is to alternate between the 3 pairings, and maybe throw in some non-canon ships as well... maybe. It depends on what you guys want to see. Oh! And I got this list of 100 prompts from Dancingwithrainbows (Well, I kind of stole them from a Harry Potter forum without technically asking, but shhhh...) Anyway, hope you guys enjoy these, and please leave me a review with what pairing you guys want to see next!


1- Beauty

Nowaki smiled softly, reaching over to run his hand gently through his sleeping partner's chocolatey- brown hair. It was silky and smooth- a detail that had shocked Nowaki at first, yet pleased him nonetheless.

His eyes lowered just slightly, settling on his forehead for a moment, and it disappointed him a bit to see that there were faint lines already present there from the constant stress that he was under from work- although he probably wouldn't be nearly so stressed if he didn't spend so much time yelling at his students for things outside of their control.

Eyes sweeping downward again, to smooth, pale eyelids lightly covering the light brown eyes that were so often filled with emotion- be it rage towards a student, embarrassment at being kissed when he didn't expect it, or the occasional glances filled with undisguised lust in moments of intimacy.

Dark eyelashes, long enough to nearly brush against the professor's cheeks, which occasionally suspended tears when Hiro-san was feeling particularly emotional- Nowaki, as stupid as it may seem, had always been a bit envious of his partner's natural good looks.

His nose was well-shaped, not large or small and perfectly centered, and seemed to blend seamlessly into the slightly rounded planes of his cheeks. Hiro-san's cheeks were often flushed bright red- sometimes from cold when he was too stubborn to bother with a scarf, sometimes from anger at somebody's stupid mistakes in class- but most often when he had been reduced to a submissive mess by Nowaki, and no matter how much he enjoyed it still found it in himself to feel humiliation, even after so long.

Hiro-san's lips were full-bodied and a satisfying shade of reddish-pink that may have looked almost feminine on any other man but looked utterly perfect on him. There were times when they were having a conversation that Nowaki would catch himself staring at the other man's lips, watching the way they moved without actually paying any attention to what he was saying.

His jawline was sharp and angular- and as Nowaki reached out to brush his hand casually along it, he could feel the slight roughness of a few days without shaving the light stubble that had just barely started to form there.

Even in his early-morning state of disarray, Nowaki found Hiro-san to be the single most beautiful thing in the world. He smiled imagining the blush and protests he would receive if he told him that, but then decided he didn't really care, and extended his arm to gently shake the other man awake. Before he had even had the chance to fully open his eyes, Nowaki said,

"Hiro-san, you're adorable." the professor scowled, replying,

"Idiot..." However, he didn't protest in the slightest when Nowaki scooted closer and pulled him into an embrace, albeit the expected light blush blossomed across his cheeks and his eyes widened in just the way Nowaki had anticipated.

"I love you, Hiro-san." he mumbled into the other man's hair, "You're beautiful."

"Go to hell."