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Let’s live our lives heroically / Let’s live them with style

18 hours ago
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  • T2, first kiss?
    Anonymous

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    It’s cold outside, and wet, and Teshima might like to be biking in theory but in practice neither he nor Aoyagi cares to risk injury when it’s sleet coming down. To compromise, they hole up inside together, going over footage from notable races and talking about their strategy for the road.

    They’re both so determined, eager to work all the harder when its their teamwork starting to get them results, and every time Teshima glances over at Aoyagi, his face is set in utmost concentration as his eyes rivet on the figures on the small television screen. Just seeing Aoyagi’s focus always steadies Teshima’s nerve, fills him with a calm sense of purpose that he can never maintain quite so clearly on his own. It’s harder, to have doubts, when your partner appears so convicted.

    "That’s what I mean," Teshima points out suddenly, enthusiasm seeping into his voice so it pitches up with his good cheer. The shot on the television cuts away from the riders he’s indicating, but he doesn’t care, he knows Aoyagi has also seen. "That’s what we’re going to do, to ride like that."

    He can feel Aoyagi’s attention being drawn to him, pulling off the TV entirely in order to focus only on Teshima. He processes the nod he gets in reply, though he doesn’t need it; he already feels Aoyagi’s agreement like a warm ache in his own bones, they’re so much on the same wavelength. Teshima grins in response, crooked but sincere, and as one corner of his mouth pulls up Aoyagi starts to lean in, like he’s drawn to block the brightness of Teshima’s smile with the covering press of his own lips.

    Teshima kisses him back, after no more than a heartbeat, unable to doubt the easy way their mouths move together even before they’ve gotten the chance to practice, because nothing he does with Aoyagi is something he cannot trust.

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    ozizo:

drawing   /   (c) ozizo

    ozizo:

    drawing   /   (c) ozizo

    agehachou:

    we have travelled land and sea

    but as long as you are with me

    there’s no place i’d rather be

    lil speedpaint, there’s nothing that doesn’t look good with this brush

    aaahhh you're so good at these prompts for teshima, congrats on such writing skills!!<3

    Awww, thank you! I’m always happy to hear people enjoy the things I write. ;u;

    2 days ago
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  • Fanfic: And I Will Take You By the Hand

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    Pairing: Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime

    Summary: From his very first day at Hogwarts, Teshima knew where he was meant to go. He was destined for Slytherin, precisely the type to plan and strive and fight to advance, to hinge his ambition on an unwavering determination. He might not be the very brightest, or the most technically skilled, but by no means will he allow that to keep him from making something of himself. Teshima has always known where he wants to be, but he doesn’t want to go there alone.

    Notes: This was written for friend Ollie for his birthday and is honestly one of the cutest things I have ever written. Slow-build, romantic friendship, friends into something more dynamic founded on partnership and understanding, or basically: canon T2 except it’s at Hogwarts and they kiss on screen. It got powerfully out of hand and is really, really long for tumblr, I’d recommend the AO3 link.

    (link on AO3)

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    Teshima knows, years before riding on the Hogwarts Express, or sailing across the Great Lake, or feeling the Sorting Hat sink down around his eyes, what house he’s going to be sorted into.

    He was always meant for Slytherin. It was his mother’s house, and his father’s house, and his parents always tell him that he is a clever boy, with such big plans. He is his mother’s shining star, her ambitious little prince. His father assures him that there is no greater house, though he confides that perhaps not all of Teshima’s peers will see it. Both of his parents promise him the best of times at Hogwarts.

    2 days ago
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  • teshima and aoyagi, hurt/comfort
    Anonymous

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    Their first race together, before they perfect their strategy, Aoyagi pushes himself too hard. They finish the race, senses bright with adrenaline that’s even then going sour with the dawning awareness of their defeat, and on top of that Aoyagi can barely get down from his seat. It’s clear that his legs are cramping from overwork.

    Teshima helps him, sliding his shoulder under Aoyagi’s armpit and draping Aoyagi’s arm across his back, supporting him gently as they hobble to the nearest bench. Once they sit, Teshima’s hands are gentle against his knee, lingering without acting while he takes a moment to consider.

    "I can help," he says. "If that’s okay?"

    Aoyagi nods, the motion tight and restrained. He makes himself stretch out his leg, presenting it as best he can to Teshima’s administering hands. He’s rewarded with a sure touch, careful and certain, working out all of Aoyagi’s aches and strain with utter determination.

    "We’ll do better next time," Teshima says, convicted for all that he’s staring down into Aoyagi’s knee. "We can do this."

    Aoyagi’s breath is still a ragged, his leg still in pain, and he can feel the disappointment of his loss just starting to seep into his psyche with its particular brand of poison. But somehow, with Teshima promising him, he finds that his lips only just begin to smile.

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    2 days ago
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  • T2 striptease
    Anonymous

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    Teshima is starting to pull his shirt up over his head when he hears from behind him, “Go slower.”

    He turns around, with his fingers tucked under the hem and the fabric just pulled up around his stomach, confused for a single drawn-out moment because it’s just him and Aoyagi and why should he – but the information dawns, knowledge spreading through him just like the heat that spreads across his skin, and he doesn’t need to go so far as to ask aloud the question “why.”

    "Like this?" he asks instead, as he bares the shallow dip of his navel, as he draws his shirt up past the lightly defined shapes of his abs. His mouth is smiling, and there is teasing warmth in his voice. His hands lift higher, inch by inch, revealing smooth skin and then pert nipples and then finally pulling the shirt up and over his head, so that his hair pulls flawlessly free. Teshima rolls his head to loosen his neck, eyes tilting up, and drops his shirt off to one side.

    He hears Aoyagi breathe out, exactly when he listens for it.

    His fingers drop to his pants, tuck into the waistband and slide in toward the fly, popping the button and drawing down the zip, all with a fluidity that comes from practice more than put-upon grace. He nudges the fabric down his hips, a push to one side, a jerk to the other, letting them hang for a long moment before a final tug sends them sliding down his thighs. Teshima lets go, and they slide all the way down to pool around his ankles. He steps out, abandoning them, and steps in toward Aoyagi.

    He’s almost near enough to feel Aoyagi’s exhale, ragged after a sharp breath in, directly blown against his face. He meets Aoyagi’s eyes dead on, unflinching, so that it’s Aoyagi’s gaze that drops – but only to watch his hands, to make sure that he sees it when Teshima drops his boxers to the floor.

    Then there are Aoyagi’s hands on his face, clasped against his cheeks, and Aoyagi’s mouth pressing eager against his own in wordless thanks for the momentary show.

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    2 days ago
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  • Teshima, ocean
    Anonymous

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    As it turns out, it’s totally doable to bike to the ocean.

    It isn’t a nice stretch of ocean, not with a pretty swathe of pristine sand like a public beach might have. The day is overcast, and accordingly the water is gray and choppy. Teshima still doesn’t regret his choice.

    From the road, there’s only the steep slope of an embankment terminating at the bottom in a slice of rock that might as well have been a ledge. Past that, there’s nothing but water, a steady lapping of waves beyond which only the horizon lies. Teshima props his bike against the guard rail at the top of the incline, before skidding his way down the grass and the stones to stand with the waves breaking scant inches from his toes.

    He sits down on the shelf of rock and begins to unfasten his shoes. His legs are sore from the distance he’s ridden, and he takes a minute to shake out their stiffness, massaging the muscles of his calves with his own hands before stretching his feet to dangle loose in the water. It isn’t a pretty pocket of the ocean he’s come to visit.

    But Teshima can’t fault it for the solitude.

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    2 days ago
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  • T2 going to get their hair done/trimmed together

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    When Aoyagi’s bangs begin to grow so unruly that he really can’t see past the fringe shadowing his eyes, Teshima only laughs, and points out that Aoyagi needs a haircut.

    "There’s a good barber near my house," he says. "I need to get my hair trimmed, too. We could go together."

    Aoyagi only stares at him, intensity focusing down until it’s laser-precise and if Teshima weren’t so used to it, the directness of Aoyagi’s regard might have put him out of step. By contrast, the way Aoyagi reaches out, slowly and with absolute deliberation, is almost cautious enough to read as shyness. His fingers card through just the bottom few inches of Teshima’s hair, so lightly that Teshima almost can’t feel the motion at his scalp.

    "Don’t cut it," Aoyagi says, soft but insistent.

    "Not a cut," Teshima corrects. "Just a trim. I don’t want to cut it all off."

    "You look good like this," Aoyagi adds. He goes so far as to push one long, trailing lock out of Teshima’s face, before taking his hand back and away.

    He doesn’t look apologetic. He looks resolute, ready to stand by his assertion if anyone were to disagree. Unexpectedly, Teshima is actually taken aback by the compliment.

    While he’s composing himself from feeling flustered, Aoyagi shrugs, and nods once, and tilts his head just enough to the side that his too-long bangs swing back out of his face. Teshima chuckles once, and smiles at him.

    "We can go tomorrow, if that works for you," he says. "That way, I really won’t change it without you."

    At that, Aoyagi grins like the gentle dawning of the sun.

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    2 days ago
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  • T2, pining
    Anonymous

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    Around Teshima, the entire room is loud with the sounds of his classmates eating and talking. By contrast, the inside of his head is unnaturally quiet. The collective din of shifting bodies, of rising voices, of chairs moving and books shuffling and chewing sounds too loud to possibly be polite, fades into the background underneath the ringing silence of all the words he’s leaving unvoiced.

    Aoyagi has always been so healthy, never missing a day of class for any cause.

    For the first time since starting high school, Teshima eats his lunch alone. He’s surrounded by so many people and it’s the company that makes him feel isolated, when the one person ordinarily by his side is absent. He misses Aoyagi’s quiet presence, misses the steady focus Aoyagi devotes to him even without needing to speak. He misses having his person to talk to where he always knows precisely the right thing to say.

    And Teshima knows that Aoyagi is only sick. It’s a single day of deviation, a solitary blip along the familiar progression of his life for which he didn’t happen to account. He’ll survive this one instance of going it alone, and tomorrow Aoyagi will be back, the same as normal.

    But in the meantime, his thoughts are loud, and the world is strangely quiet.

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    phemiec:

Second in the Kinstuck series. The Amporas!
Eridan is the only son of Old Money millionaire Human!Seahorse Dad. As a child, Eridan lived alone with his father in their four-story mansion and was given anything he could ever want (except perhaps attention), but ever since a boating accident left his uncle Dualscar a widower, they’ve shared their home with him and his son, Cronus. The move may also have had something to do with the fact that years of reckless spending and bad investments had left Dualscar secretly penniless, and obliged to live off his older brother’s charity…
Premature graying runs in their family, as does hunting, fishing and terrible luck in relationships.

    phemiec:

    Second in the Kinstuck series. The Amporas!

    Eridan is the only son of Old Money millionaire Human!Seahorse Dad. As a child, Eridan lived alone with his father in their four-story mansion and was given anything he could ever want (except perhaps attention), but ever since a boating accident left his uncle Dualscar a widower, they’ve shared their home with him and his son, Cronus. The move may also have had something to do with the fact that years of reckless spending and bad investments had left Dualscar secretly penniless, and obliged to live off his older brother’s charity…

    Premature graying runs in their family, as does hunting, fishing and terrible luck in relationships.