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Like A Railroad Spike by olddarkmachine
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
16 Jun 2024
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Recruited by the Sorcerer Society of Tokyo and the newly minted Imperial Diet to investigate a series of ritualistic murders along the the Tohoku Main Line in exchange for their freedoms, Megumi and Sukuna find themselves embroiled in a supernatural plot that goes so much deeper than either of them could have ever known.
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Imaginary by olddarkmachine
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
09 May 2021
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Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.
Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.
And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.
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“I was taught to never dance with strangers,” Keith manages, trying to ignore the way his thumb brushes across his cheek. He means it as a challenge. A gamble to see just who his target will introduce himself as.
Not that it truly matters.
Either way, by the end of the night, his heart won’t be beating.
Shirogane’s smile only widens, touching his eyes as it pulls at their corners.
“Takashi.” He says the name easily as he pulls his hand away, instead taking Keith’s empty flute from his hand and dropping both their glasses on a passing tray.
“What?” In a moment of breathlessness, he forgets to add strength behind the word and he’s certain Shirogane’s missed it.
“My name is Takashi.” Takashi Shirogane. The name makes his veins sizzle as it spins around his mind, until he is almost dizzy with it. Lost to the repeating track, Keith almost misses the expectant look leveled on him.
“Keith,” he finally manages as he swallows down the bright taste tickling the back of his tongue. Shirogane’s smile only brightens.
“Now we aren’t strangers,” he replies, offering his hand. “Dance with me.”
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Shiro’s life had ended, up amongst the stars that he had dedicated it to. It had been dashed across the surface of a moon that could offer them nothing more than rocks and ice. Keith had seen the evidence for himself, etched on the crust like a memorial.
Shiro was dead.
So why was he sitting beside the Galran emperor?
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It starts the day the hero falls. Crashing in a blaze of glory of twisted metal and burning ozone, he leaves a scar on the Earth that changes everything.
And Keith sees it all.
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“Why do you even like my freckles so much?” Keith asks, his quiet chuckle turning into a sharp gasp as Shiro tugs his knee up over his hip.
“I just think they’re very fitting” he replies, continuing his exploration of Keith’s skin. Raising goosebumps along the invisible tracks of his touch, Shiro draws his slicked fingers over his rim, gently circling before pressing one inside.
“What?” Keith asks, the question coming out jagged with the way his breath punches out of him as Shiro starts to work him open in earnest.
“You were always meant to be amongst the stars,” he answers easily, as if it’s the simplest fact in the world.
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- Part 2 of Stars On His Shoulder
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Breathing in a shuddering sound, Shiro reaches out to trace the freckles that marked his tanned skin, eyes catching the warm glint of the early morning sun on the metallic band around his ring finger.
It was all too fitting how they seemed to form Lyra.
With as many times as Keith had faced down the universe and death itself just to bring him home, he was everything that Orpheus could have hoped to be.
Made of his own mythology, he was strong, and he was there, and he was his.
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- Part 1 of Stars On His Shoulder
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It’s a slow demise as Xie Lian lets his mind track the thoughtful strokes that Hua Cheng leaves on his body, connecting them into imaginary images he tries to find in the gold watching over them. Made by the same hands, he wouldn’t be shocked if he found the same words of devotion etched into the very beams supporting the temple’s walls.
Xie Lian had always found something poetic in the way Hua Cheng had built a house for his divinity with the strength of his own worship. Time and time again, he was reminded that there were many more gods with many more temples and followers, but Xie Lian couldn’t help but think that he’d only ever needed the one if it meant that one was Hua Cheng.
The wet drag of bristles catching his nipple pulls his from the depths of his thoughts with a gasp.
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Foam sputtered up, flaring up white and frothy as the curl of the wave returned to its subtle rolling motion, swallowing the man and his board. That very same rush of water bobbed him up toward the sky again as he kept his eyes trained on the spot where the other surfer had disappeared, his mind racing to count the seconds that he stayed under.
Keith has seen worse wipeouts.
Has been in worse, but something about this one seems significant in a way that keeps him anchored in his spot as he waits for the other man to resurface.
Time ticks painfully slow before he sees the pointed edge of a board break through the water, popping up in a spiking motion before settling flat on the water.
Another long stretch of seconds pass, but the surfer never joins it.
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It would figure that he would also be a pledge.
In fact, it made sense.
Guys like Shiro didn’t just go through college without leaving their mark on something with at least one greek letter.
But fate was just all too cruel to land him in this one fraternity in particular.
Beta Theta and Alpha Chi had a long history of overzealous competition between them from the very start. As the story went, the Alphas crossed paths with the Betas, welcoming them into Greek Row with a trick that turned the water to their house blue for a month. The founding members at the time didn’t take too kindly to their aqua tinged skin and consequential smurf jokes, and retaliated by duct taping every moveable object in their house to the ceiling.
The rest, as they say, was history. A history that marked each and every member of Alpha Chi Lambda with a big, fat red no symbol over each one of their faces, no matter how stupidly attractive.
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Voltron prompts and drabbles from tumblr
Current prompt: New Year's Prompts #10: Hoverbike Racing
For the first time in a long time, Keith felt free.
He felt it in the way the heated desert air twisted through his hair, whipping it around his face.
He felt it in the velvet thrum of the hoverbike beneath him as it carries him across the dry, cracked earth.
He felt it, in the joyous sound of the that’s beside him.
There’s no more war, no more crushing weight of a universe trying to take from them, no more fight for time. They had all of it, stretched out ahead of them like the desert he and Shiro both love so much.
Smile pulling wide, Keith chances a look over toward him. With his head tossed back, Shiro is the picture of reckless abandon. A man freed of his shackles, he looks younger, and his smile makes Keith’s chest ache with how it crinkles the edges of his eyes.
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“Voltron Heating & AC, what can we do for you?” A smoke filled voice answers. There’s a pleasant rasp to it that reminds Shiro of a crackling fire.
“I need help,” he says, mentally kicking himself before he’s even finished speaking when he realizes how stupid he must sound. There’s a pause, filled only with a quiet huffing sound that he’s certain is the technician swallowing a laugh.
“What’s your name?” The man asks, key clicks providing a quiet backdrop for his question.
“Shiro,” he answers quickly, biting his tongue when he thinks that the man is probably looking for a full name.
“Takashi Shirogane,” he rectifies, noting the pause in the typing as he speaks. “My friends call me Shiro.”
Because that’s helpful, he thinks to himself, sharpening his glare at his heater. This is all your fault.
“Alright, Shiro,” the man says, and Shiro wonders if he’s imagining the way his name sounds like silk the way it’s wrapped in his voice. “How can I help you?”
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A reason, a continuation, and a reunion.
The first time Shiro’s drunken thoughts find Keith’s name at the bottom of a bottle, he’s twenty-four, and they’re in the middle of a war.
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Of Caps, Gowns & Championship Rings by olddarkmachine
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
23 Oct 2018
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When he’d told Shiro he could have anything he wanted if he managed to get the higher GPA, he had thought he would have asked for literally anything else. Anything that didn’t involve the tacky black cape and even tackier square hat, and his own embarrassment as he walked across a stage in silence.
If I win, you walk in your graduation ceremony.
Shiro had said like it was simple, his stare turned soft by a melting fire that Keith was all too happy to burn in in any other circumstance.
But why? He’d asked, shock making his tone sharper as he’d pulled away from Shiro’s grasp. I don’t have any family to watch me, so what’s the point?
I’ll be your family, Shiro had replied easily, as he’d pulled him back in. And you’ll be mine.
Shaking the memory from his head, Keith sighed heavily, reaching instead for the championship ring that made its home tucked against the middle of his chest, warmed by the heat of his skin and kept company by the steady beat of his heart.
Ever since they’d named their terms, it had carried the weight of an entirely different kind of ring.
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- Part 4 of For the Love of Football
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Keith Kogane, captain of the Marmora Blades, was a man crafted of strong lines and heat lightning. He had been plucked straight from every dream of what Shiro had ever wanted to be, and had ever desired, and by some unforeseen divine grace, Keith was his.
His, in that he was top of the list in his emergency contacts.
His, in that he was the last face Shiro saw before he went to bed and the first he saw when he woke.
His, in that special way Keith liked to whisper his name in the darkness when he was either on top of him or beneath him.
Even after a year, Shiro often found himself wondering how he’d been so lucky for Keith to agree to his terms that fateful night. A win for a date, which then turned into another.
And another.
And another.
Until one day Keith had his own space in his closet, his own toothbrush by his sink, and his own space tangled in his sheets and pressed against his chest.
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- Part 2 of For Puck's Sake
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“If you want, of course,” he tacks on, that smile turning dangerous with each word, as if it’s a challenge. A burning spark lines his ribcage as his brain goes blank, void of any comeback.
Void of any words, really, as his mouth works around silent sounds.
He never gets the chance to find them, as Shiro stands, following the example of just about every other officer in the room as Keith’s presentation comes to an anticlimactic end.
James is still reeling, floundering right there in the meeting room as he watches Shiro saunter up to Keith, placing a soft touch to the small of his back as they both start to walk towards the exit together. That touch earns him a broad smile as he listens to what the captain says for what feels like an eternity.
There’s no warning before Keith turns that smile to him, catching him openly staring with his mouth still slightly agape. Heart stuttering an unpleasant rhythm against the inside of his chest, he tries to look away, but it’s already too late.
Keith winks.
James feels it like a well placed punch to the throat.
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Fairy Tail prompts and drabbles from tumblr
Current prompt: Smooch-A-Thon #42- …out of pride.
The twins have reached terrible twos, and well, she now fully understands why they’re called that and she’s just constantly worried that she’s going to mess it all up.
What if she’s not doing this mom thing right?
What if they end up hating her?
What if?
A sudden flicker of blue across the living room window captures her attention as she pulls her hand from the door, shifting her stance so she can look inside over the bushes. First, she sees the twins, both with smiles cracked wide with joy. Levy isn’t sure she’s ever seen them look so happy, now that she thinks about it.
Then, she sees Gajeel.
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Takashi Shirogane is six, and he loves the stars.
He loves the way they turn dark night bright, and loves the pictures he can see in them when he connects their different pinpoints.
He loves that, no matter what, he knows that somewhere up in the big open sky, there’s a point of light to try and get to.
Shiro loves them so much, that he has their glow-in-the-dark counterparts plastered against his ceiling in his own nonsensical patterns that came together in his very own constellations. This way, when he couldn’t see the real deal, he could always find some solace in laying in his rocket ship bed and staring up at his own personal sky.
One day, he always tells his grandpa in the same way all kids do, with their voices filled with wander and the promise of a future, I’m going to be up there.
His grandfather, like always, pulls him close for a hug, wrapping him within his protective warmth and nodding against Shiro’s hair in the same way any doting grandparent would. With unequivocal love and support.
Yes, Takashi, his grandpa always says. You will.
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“Who are you!” Shiro cried ignoring the cascading shadows as they raced towards him, no longer confined by the unseen forces that held them back.
I have to know.
A faint light pricked the blanket of darkness, its edges feathering outward as it began to brighten and grow around the stranger. Even from where he stood, he could feel the soft brush of its warmth against his skin.
“Shiro,” the man said again, voicing echoing the desperation that had muddled his insides as the light reached its burning point. It blinded him, stealing his sight before he could use the illumination to catch a glimpse at his protector.
“Find me.”
Who are you?
And then, everything went white.
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The trip back to Earth
The words stick.
Keith can feel it in the way they brush across his skin, warming his flesh and making him pliant. Feels it in the way he loses himself to the shape of Shiro’s mouth as he forms them, their very existence stealing his breath like a thief in the darkest night. He feels it in the desert thunder he feels roll across his sternum, its rumble set to the cadence of those three syllables that dripped from his tongue. Mostly, he feels it in the way his heart stutters and his pulse quickens as he feels the heft of Shiro in his arms as the words vibrate through him with the undeniable rush of life.
This, is love.
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- Part 2 of Sanctuary