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Atsumu knows, from the moment he is capable of thought, that nothing in this world will ever stay beside him as steadfast as Osamu will. Not the sea, not the wind, not the gods they were told to fear. Only Osamu, solid where Atsumu is all current and hunger, will hold.
Or, Miya Osamu is reaped for the Hunger Games; Miya Atsumu volunteers as tribute.
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14 Oct 2025
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Atsumu looks away. The walls are too white. His throat’s tight. “Makes it fair.”
“Fair?” Osamu’s laugh is ugly, wet. “How is you dyin’ for me fair?”
Atsumu doesn’t answer. His jaw works, but nothing comes out. He can hear the storm outside, the dull crash of it through the glass, and for a second it feels like it’s moving through him too.
In his head, he thinks it just is. Because he’s older, after all. Because that’s how it’s supposed to go. The first cry, the first name called, the one who’d been here longer, even if it was only by three minutes, has to be the one to go. That’s what being the older brother means, isn’t it?
Osamu’s shoulders are trembling now, not from rage but something smaller, sharper. “You’re a damn idiot,” he hisses, and his voice cracks like glass, and Atsumu can’t stand it.
He wants to tell him don’t make it harder, but instead, what comes out is, “I ain’t sorry ‘Samu. It was always s’posed to be me before you.”
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kismet
n. destiny; fate.And yet it is sweet. All-consuming. They kiss languidly, hands moving everywhere, leaving trails of warmth in their wake — around Matsukawa’s back, under Takahiro’s shirt, in his hair, on his face
It is a midsummer night, and Hanamaki Takahiro kisses a beautiful man.
Or: Takahiro is all too familiar with his new neighbor.
Bookmarked by dantay
28 Jul 2025
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The rest of night follows something like that; sex forgoes them. Rather, they enjoy their evening on Issei’s bedroom floor, knees touching, surrounded by scattered prints and worn out albums. They piece together photographs, finding invisible strings, and reminiscing on almost-forgotten memories.
And Takahiro ingrains every second into his brain, holds onto every word, keeps this memory close to his chest. How lucky he is.
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blood in the water by limeprint for dainsleifs
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
28 Sep 2024
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Translucent skin glows blue and green, distorted by the hazy sheath of water. Her arms cross under her breasts with obvious disdain, revealing the expanse of plump stomach underneath, so smooth, so fair, so alike that of any human—if not for the long, scaled appendage developing from her waist.
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18 Jun 2025
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He pulls her hand to his mouth, shaking with a twisting feeling he knows to be bone-deep terror, caressing the webs as he murmurs into the skin of her wrist. “Yes, I want to study you; I want to learn you inside out until I master the composition of each scale. I want to track your heartbeat, the strength of your tail muscles, and the punishing customs of a mermaid congregation. I want to know how long you can stay without eating me alive."
Rosalyne’s grip is so punishingly tight as she grabs his hair and pulls him to her, foreheads touching. It is so hard to breathe he might as well be underwater.
“I could rip you to shreds,” she hisses.
“I know,” he whimpers. “Come back to me, Rosa.”
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Keith pauses and looks up at Lance, the cold material of the door digging into his back. He sets Lance with a meaningful smile, and Lance reaches out to brush his knuckles against Keith’s shoulder. The movement is far too tender to be a punch, but it knocks the air out of Keith all the same.
“‘Til death do us part.”
“And then some,” Keith amends, “it’ll take more than just death to drag me away from you.”
A laugh pulls from Lance's throat and he smiles, glow-in-the-dark stars glittering in his irises.
Their souls have conjoined across centuries, and Keith thinks that that's just how the universe meant for them to fit.
(a collection of memories from lifetimes spent together, echoes of love and life and everything in-between)
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06 Jan 2025
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秋末初冬 by ArcEdu14
Fandoms: Kingdom of Three - Joan He, Strike the Zither (Kingdom of Three), Sound the Gong (Kingdom of Three)
21 May 2024
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Xiaoqiu. Little autumn. Autumn for November.
In Crow's body at the gates of Taohui, in the ranks of those who killed her and a sister who thinks she's someone else, Zephyr loses control for just a moment.
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28 May 2024
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Zephyr is a god, and she has not been small in a very long time.