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Keith was having one of those days, Shiro could tell. They’d been together for more than 14 years now so he knew if it was one of those Sad Keith Days™. He silently gathered his kids and formulated a plan.

They found Keith scribbling at a corner in the living room and when Shiro approached him from the back, he saw his husband was trying to doodle something but kept getting frustrated about not getting it right, hence the crumpled papers surrounding him. Shiro frowned as he slowly wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck and leaned to the side to give him a soft kiss on the cheek which earned him a soft, yet sad smile.

“Hey,” Keith greeted, as he stopped doodling to bring his hand to touch the arms wrapped around him, leaning to Shiro’s cheek for warmth.

“You okay?” Shiro asked quietly, caressing Keith’s hair.

“Yes, just, yknow,” Keith shrugged. “…exhausted, is all.”

Shiro just hummed. He knew Keith wouldn’t tell him as he’d rather deal with it himself, however he knew better. He detached himself to grab Keith’s left hand. “C’mon, follow me.”

Keith raised an eyebrow but a smile was slowly escaping his lips. “Where are we going?” He asked as he stood up from his seat and let himself be lead along. 

“You’ll see,” Shiro grinned as he leaned down to capture Keith’s lips for a chaste kiss. “You’ll like it. I promise.”

“Very confident are we?” Keith teased.

Shiro just chuckled as he squeezed his husband’s hand. They went to the second floor and they were greeted by a pillow fort with the kids holding their individual character pillows. Keith looked at them and they all glomped at him for hugs and kisses. Keith laughed as he looked at Shiro. 

“Did you—?”

“Don’t just stand there, let’s go inside,” Shiro tugged Keith’s hand and Lance, Hunk and Pidge chuckled as they followed them inside.

Once they were all in position, with Keith in the middle, Shiro on his right, Hunk and Lance on his left and Pidge between his legs, Lance stood up quickly to grab the remote and turned the television on. The Disney logo appeared and then the familiar music filled the room which made Keith’s eyes widened because in front of him was the word: Mulan.

“You guys,” Keith sniffled, hugging all of them closer to him. “This is like the 50th time we’ve watched this. You sure this is okay?”

“It’s your favourite Disney movie, Daddy Keith. Of course it’s okay,” Hunk giggled. 

“Oh and we made popcorn!” Pidge turned around.

“I helped, too!” Lance raised his hand. 

Shiro just looked at them with a very wide smile, then suddenly he met Keith’s eyes which caught him off guard. He was about to ask when Keith’s lips was on his and his smile grew even wider.

“Can we watch the movie now?” Lance whined, tapping Keith’s arm. 

for @maniacani, I’ve no idea what this is I’m sorry yhucvjkb

Ghosts and devils come a-calling Calling my name, oh, lost in the fire

 "You'll be alright, little Decimo," a voice whispered.

Tsuna rolled over in his sleep. A pained gasp escaped through his parted lips when the inflamed tissue on his back touched the sheets. The memories of heartbreak that continued to chase him in his nightmares eased when a warm hand ran through his hair: gentle, soothing, whisking all the suffering away.

"I'll keep watching over you," the voice promised.

It sounded familiar, like he was supposed to know it, like he'd heard it somewhere before, but as soon as he got close to the answer his thoughts became mulled again.

Tsuna shifted uneasily in his bed and this time his eyes cracked open. "Wha–"

"Shhh. You're safe," the voice hushed. Warm, mellow, caring.

It wasn't enough, though. Years of being around mafia had trained even the little ones to beware of the shadows. Tsuna bolted up straight, the hand of fear shaking him awake, and he immediately hissed when the pain from the wound returned.

The room was empty.

"Did I dream this again?" Tsuna asked himself, running his fingers through his hair in a ghost of the touch his body still remembered. "Who are you? Why?"

"We will meet one day, little Decimo," the voice told him, speaking from nowhere and everywhere at once. "One day, when the time is right."

"When?" Tsuna asked, looking around, but the room remained empty. "Who are you? How do I know I can trust you?"

There was an impression of a touch on his back, hot, but not overbearing, and the pain had ceased completely. It spoke more of the voice's intentions than any words could. And yet, somehow, Tsuna still couldn't bring himself to trust it.

"How...?"

"Your fire is our fire," came the reply.

The ring that was always hanging on the chain around Tsuna's neck began to glow with a small flame: soft and welcoming. Tsuna took it in hand. It was there that the voice was coming from, he realized as he held it. And that could mean only one thing – the voice, the painfully familiar voice, could belong to no one other than–

"You are meant for greatness, young Vongola," the voice said.

For the first time Tsuna heard an inflection in it, small, almost inaudible, but he caught it still. Pride.

It made his heart flutter as his fingers closed around the ring.

"I don't know if I am," he replied, unsure. "But I will try, I promise."

The ghost of a touch was back: a gentle hand running through Tsuna's hair. It was strange, almost as if the flames were given a corporeal form. A form that could touch, speak, heal. A form that could take shape of the voice of the first–

A shiver ran down Tsuna's back.

"Until we meet again, Tsunayoshi," the voice said for the final time just as the flames went out and the room sank into the darkness of the night once again.

Before Tsuna knew it, he was falling asleep, almost as if it was all a dream he'd dreamt high on painkillers. But it wasn't. And when he awoke the next day his back was still miraculously healed.

There was no memory of who might have done it, no clue as to how they could've entered the room without notice, but a single feeling, an impression, almost a ghost of a touch that Tsuna's body remembered like a phantom had led him to believe that it was someone special. Someone, who Tsuna couldn't wait to meet again. Someone, who he knew he would meet again.

Lance from Voltron: Legendary Defender (feat. a very extra altean cape)

A Perfect Beginning

author: @wonderlandapocalypse artist: @maniacani beta: @bigbrotherisreal rating: General Audiences warnings: None word count: 10,410 summary: An Anastasia AU in which Viktor is looking for his lost past, Yuuri is trying to get out of where he’s always been, and they just might be able to help each other out.  

It’s Misawa day. So here’s my first offering. 

Art for my story Fly Away Home. 

Check it out if you feel the urge. 

It’s finished- and basically a 95k love letter to Sawamura Eijun. 

[The Voltron Family] The Bookmarks Part 2 (Part 1)

Little Lance went to his Daddies’ study room because it was the perfect place to hide. Pidge would never be able to find it. However, as he was trying to hide under Daddy Keith’s table, he caught a glimpsed of a black leather album inside a slightly opened drawer. 

Curiosity got the better of him so he took it out. Daddy Keith would never know, he’d return it after he was done looking. Easy peasy. He made himself comfortable under the table as he began browsing what was inside. It was like a set of cards—long cards. He tilted his head to the right, clearly confused what was so special about these long cards.

“I’ll check here.”

Lance heard Daddy Keith’s voice and before he had the chance to return the album he was holding, someone poked him on his back.

“Buddy, what are you doing down here?” Daddy Keith chuckled, squatting while looking at Lance with an amused face.

[The Voltron Family] Part 02 (Part 01) It had been such a weird day for Keith. When he arrived at work, people were staring, smiling, and giggling at him. Some were even flustered when he greeted them. He decided it wasn’t worth his time. He went about his day, not until he went out to tell his assistant that an author just canceled his appointment due to an emergency when he caught glimpse of his assistant’s computer screen.

“What was that?” Keith asked.

“Um, nothing, Sir!” Amanda waved him off, looking nervous as ever as she minimized the window on her monitor.

“Amanda, put that back on,” he demanded. 

The look on his assistant’s face was pure guilt. She turned around and maximized the window once again for her boss to see. In front of Keith was the headline: 

Instagram account gained millions of followers in just two days! 

It isn’t surprising for an account to have millions of followers especially for celebrities, but if an unknown account running for only two days? Now that’s something! An account with the username “DaddyRedBean” became too popular and one would think the name was ironic. Apparently, it isn’t! The description of the said account is “Just a place to post photos of three kid’s beautiful Daddy Keith!” The sentiment is actually quite adorable and wouldn’t probably catch someone’s attention, but if you would just look at the photos posted… it really isn’t any wonder why it did. “Daddy Keith” is apparently a young looking Japanese man and let me tell you, he is attractive! The photo that got almost 2 million likes is the one with whom we can assume is his husband with the caption: “Daddy Keith and Daddy Shiro.” It shows two Japanese men drinking tea at the breakfast table looking cozy with matching Marvel pjs (#relationship goals), waving at the camera that’s most likely being held by one of their kids.

Keith didn’t even both to finish reading the article as he immediately clicked the Instagram account linked. He didn’t know what he expected but it definitely wasn’t a page with almost 4 million followers. He scrolled down to see that the photos were mostly him doing everyday stuff, fairly innocent: him sitting in bed reading a book, him by the pool, etc. One that caught his eye was a picture of him tying his hair and he was 100% sure that Shiro took that one because his husband made it his wallpaper and screenlock.

He couldn’t even process what he was seeing. Was he mad? Was he flattered? He looked at his assistant who tried to avoid looking at him as much as possible. Now it all made sense why his co-workers acted weirdly today towards him. They saw the pictures with his family. As much as possible, Keith liked to keep his personal life separate from work, not that he was embarrassed with his family, no, he was quite proud of them… but these… these were private.

After battling with himself, he quickly returned to his office and rang his husband. After two rings, Shiro picked up and Keith didn’t even bother waiting for him to answer.

“What is going on, Takashi?!” He asked. “Why is there an Instagram account of nothing but my photos and—”

“I swear to god, Keith! It wasn’t me!” Shiro defended quickly.

“There are photos that you took that was there,” Keith ran his hand through his hair, feeling panicked. “My co-workers saw it, heck, Amanda was browsing it and I just—,” he paused to take a deep breath. “Oh my god.”

“I’m so sorry!” Shiro apologized. “I have a nagging feeling it was Pidge. Or Hunk, since he’s your number one fan. Though I feel like it’s Pidge cause she kept borrowing my phone last night and—,” he stopped and his voice started to sound a little chirpier. “It’s actually not so bad though, isn’t it? I mean, it’s not like you’re naked there or anything!”

“Takashi,” Keith warned.

“I told you people would like it, would like you—”

“Not exactly something you should tell your husband though,” Keith found himself smiling.

“Oh, shut it,” Shiro laughed. “You know I’ve always wanted to brag you to the world, you just don’t want me to.”

“Because I don’t like that kind of attention. I just want you and the kids.”

Shiro was silent and Keith could tell his husband was turning crimson. “That’s foul play, Keith. That’s really foul play.”

Keith chuckled. “I can’t really make them delete that account, can I?”

“And what? Disappoint millions of adoring fans who are waiting to see another photo of your beautiful and gorgeous face?” Shiro smirked. “C’mon. Followers aside, I think the kids are just having fun posting. It doesn’t really hurt anybody. And they love you, you know? Just—”

“Okay,” Keith sighed. “They can keep it.”

“Yknow,” Shiro started. “It’s a good thing I don’t keep photos of you naked.”

“I wouldn’t even let you even if you begged me,” Keith laughed.