3 Works by eclecticlion
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Keith followed his own rules his whole life and it'd always worked for him. In the path he made for himself, he always came out on top and always lived to fight another day. No one had ever followed him on his path so no one that mattered ever got hurt.
Until Lance.
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"Everything had happened so fast, Keith was still grasping desperately at the broken pieces of reality to try and piece together where exactly he went wrong. Where did he fuck up so bad that led to him clutching at Lance with a gaping wound across his stomach that wouldn’t stop bleeding?" -
You Can't Catch Me Gay Thoughts by eclecticlion
Fandoms: 亜人 - 三浦追儺 & 桜井画門 | Ajin - Miura Tsuina & Sakurai Gamon
16 Jun 2016
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Nagai Kei didn't do feelings. They simply weren't logical and far from necessary. So why was it that a certain idiot was making him feel things he'd never felt before, much less ever wanted to feel?
Avoiding him was the best answer. As long as he could be around him for no more than was absolutely called for, he'd be in the clear. Yes, that was definitely something he could manage.
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"Feelings were something unnecessary in achieving his goal of a finally quiet and peaceful life. What he needed were resources and the means to put those resources into action. Stupid things like feelings was what idiots had.Nagai Kei was not an idiot.
“Hey, Nagai!”
Speaking of idiots."
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If It's With You by eclecticlion
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
08 Jun 2016
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With high school behind them, Midoriya and Todoroki have been dating for five years and its been nothing short of the happiest years of Todoroki's life. It’s happiness that he thinks can’t get any better until the moment it does on one particular lazy morning in bed.
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"Todoroki gazed at him with the depth of someone trying to commit that face with the softly angled jawline and freckled cheeks to memory, as if he didn't already have every aspect of Midoriya filed away into the treasured corners of his mind. But that didn't stop him from retracing those countless freckles to map out miniature constellations; from following the many swoops of wild hair that sprang out every which way; from scanning over the many scars, most faded, that streaked across his skin. He drank in every bit of his features that he could with his gaze, burning them even more into his memory."