Kaname Kuran was just like any other Pureblood she'd met; a jerk. An overly-protective, strangely mysterious, surprisingly sensitive, deliciously handsome, unnaturally powerful burgundy-eyed jerk. ["Que sera, sera," she remarked to herself with a bitter smile.] Pairing: Kaname/OC

No one's too keen on taking upon stray cats at first—that too goes across time. But dragons don't bat an eye over some scratches, so no one does when a tigress stumbles upon his lair. Yet no one does either when the tiger brings on another kitten into his den. But he should have known better than to steal from a dragon.