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Atsumu and Osamu Miya are needy, self-centered, ambitious, and festering headaches that threaten to run you up the wall or over a cliff.
But becoming friends with them is one of the only things in life you don't regret, and you intend to keep it that way. Up until you're a wrinkly old grandma, a proud friend clapping at their wedding, or even on your deathbed, hit by some random truck in the middle of the street, smiling happily because, hey, they were assholes but great friends. The three of you know everything about each other, inside and out.
The only thing you don't know is how close they both toe that fine, fragile line you've created, ready to shatter everything you've ever known.
(And the Miya twins have never been great sports at losing.)
Or—
All things come in threes. Bad things, good things, and everything else in-between.
The three of you were never an exception to that either.
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She blinked, eyes growing wide as he stretched his hand out to her.
"You've been given the chance to make a difference in this world. You have a power, and with it, you can save lives and protect them. You can do something with yourself-become an exorcist."
Allen's face was determined, and slowly, she put her hand in his, meeting his smile with her own.
"No thanks."
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For the Archives by alkhale
Fandoms: Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types
10 Jul 2023
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"You know," Lyla flickers into existence beside you. "I think you've maybe, like, just maybe got your relationship with Miggy tagged wrong."
You laugh, pouring the HQ complimentary Spider-man patterned charms cereal into your bowl. "You mean I shouldn't think he's not a couple of bad jokes away from slamming me into a wall?"
"Well, yes, he might," Lyla looks up from the entire folder of visual evidence of a certain Spider-man looking at and acting toward you in a number of questionable ways. You'd already started making your escape out the other door, Lyla's visuals leading her to where a familiar, hulking form of muscle and unresolved stress was now making his way dangerously toward you.
"But maybe just like," Lyla offers. "With different context?"
Or;
You've got your relationship with Miguel O'hara tagged under a pretty solidified set of words: boss, sorta friends, guy who's someone you can trust when it really comes down to it, and also the person who seems the closest to ripping your head off.
Under the sharp eyes of one particular AI, however, her archives might beg to differ.
And it might not just be your head he wants to rip off.
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"Just don't ever forget," Gojo said, standing over her, his head pressed to the wall. "You're not allowed to forget. Not ever."
He boxed her in perfectly, towering and blocking her from the rest of the world and the rest of the world from her. She stayed silent, looking up at him. There was an entire world reflected in his eyes, a world untouched and unknown by any other man but him, who reached higher than anyone else.
"You can be reborn as many times as you want," Gojo said. "Look however you want. Become whoever you want."
His head lowered, pressing his forehead to hers. His eyes threatened to swallow her whole.
"I'm the one that named you. Don't you ever forget that."
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A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else.
And the one person who bore witness to it all.
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This Side of Paradise by alkhale
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
13 Mar 2023
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Here, in this Paradise, no one wants for anything. Everyone is happy here and the beautiful man they believe to be god seems to want nothing more than to please you. You should be happy too, even without any memories.
And you can't stop thinking about strange children who run through the night with swords, terror and strength in their eyes. You can't stop reaching for the missing piece against your side. You can't help but feel like something has been taken from you. Something precious.
But that strangely familiar, beautiful man with rainbow eyes seems perfectly content to have you where you are.
"The life you lived before was terribly, terribly hard," he says, carding his fingers through your hair and coaxing you closer. "Isn't it better? Here, with me?"
(And he will do whatever it takes to keep it that way.)