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Ooo some Kapkan and Glaz, I don’t write enough about them and I should. This also turned out to be longer than 3 sentences 😅 You also didn’t give me a prompt so I just chose something at random.

send me a pairing + a prompt and i’ll write you a 3 sentence fic

It wasn’t the first time Glaz joined Kapkan on a hunting trip and it probably won’t be his last. He enjoyed the scenery, the animals, the fresh air, it gave him a bunch of inspiration for his next painting and of course Kapkan. But as the wind howled outside their tent as a snowstorm came down on them, he wished he was anywhere but there. 

“Did you have to choose a day when a snowstorm was going to happen to go hunting Maxim?” Glaz asked as he zipped up his jacket some more. 

Kapkan looked up from the knife he was sharpening with a glare on his face and sighed. “I didn’t know there was going to be a snowstorm, I didn’t check the weather beforehand.” 

“You…you didn’t check the weather beforehand?” He looked up at him in disbelief, who doesn’t look up the weather before they decide to spend a few days in the middle of the wilderness? Maxim Basuda, that’s who. “Wouldn’t that have been a smart thing to do, who knows how long this storm will last.” 

“You worry yourself too much Timur. The storm should pass soon.” 

Kapkan went back to sharpening his knife, hearing Glaz let out an annoyed sigh that made the hunter chuckle. 

From his peripheral vision he saw Glaz fetch something from his bag, a small journal with a pen to be exact and that caught his attention. 

“What are you going to draw?” 

Glaz looked up from his journal and showed Kapkan the unfinished picture of the deer he sketched earlier before the storm. “I thought I should finish this since we have nothing else to do.”  

He slowly nodded his head and watched him for a moment before placing his knife and sharpener om his sleeping bag. “I’ll be back.” 

Glaz watched him get up and go outside into storm, not really thinking much of it. And went back to his drawing. 

Kapkan shivered as he went out into the storm, only taking a few steps before crouching down to collect some snow in his hands, making a snowball and headed back towards the tent. 

He pushed the tent flap back a bit, not fully entering it just yet. “Hey?” 

Glaz looked up just in time to have the snowball hit him square in the face, getting most in his mouth. He could hear Kapkan laugh as he wiped the snow from his face and journal. 

“If you wanted to have a snowball fight, you could’ve just asked.” 

“I thought throwing one at you was better.” 

Glaz scoffed and placed his journal and pen to the side and got up, heading outside. “Okay Basuda, time for the hunter to become the hunted.”

Eeeeeek! This literally made my night, thank you so so very much! 

I am so glad that not only you enjoyed the story and the pairings, but you took the time out to come and tell me. You’ve no idea what this kind of feedback means to me.