that_fear_fever
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greys_alien: you should change your username to “addicted2bugs”
greys_alien: yours is boring
greys_alien: i can’t be friends with someone boringHalf an hour later, he gets a message from addicted2bugs.
Or, Tooru needs a friend, Hajime just so happens to be on a chat site at the right time, and neither of them can predict what's to follow.
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“You’re going to marry the prince of Karasuno,” Kenma’s father told him on the first day of midsummer.
King Kozume Takeshi did not so much as look up from the letter he was writing at his desk as he said it. His manner suggested he was advising that the evening meal would be held fifteen minutes late; the life-altering statement was that matter-of-fact, and carried the same expectation that he would not be questioned.
“Very well,” Kenma said, when the skritching of the quill stopped pointedly and he realized that some sort of answer was expected of him. He blinked. “Is that all?”
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or: an arranged marriage au where everyone is in love with the wrong person.
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a truth so loud you can't ignore by KaijuDork for faultierken
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
12 Nov 2016
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Lance decides to start leaving anonymous notes for Shiro to cheer him up, and can't quite stop himself from expressing his age-old crush through them. He doesn't plan on actually confessing to the other paladin, though, because there's no way it could be mutual.
Besides, he never gets caught leaving them, so Shiro won't know that they're from him... right?
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03 May 2018
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Sometimes all it takes is one moment to change everything. Sometimes, one decision sets you down a path you were never prepared to take, leads you to a place you never thought you'd go.
When Keith and Lance make a crash landing in the middle of a fight with the Galra, they find their moment in the eyes of a dying soldier whose words shake their view on the perpetrators of a 10,000 year war.
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'Lance wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the brief tremble at the corner of Keith’s lips or not, that slight stutter that promised a smile. But before he could guess further, Keith gave his knee a shove and got to his feet. He reached out to him, “I’m done here, and I’ve still got some daisies to sell you.”
“Yeah,” Lance agreed, looking down at the extended palm, noting the little Saturn tattoo on the inside of Keith’s wrist where the sleeve hiked. He took the hand, “better not overprice those too, you asshole.”'
(in which lance is a broke university student trying to impress a pretty girl with flowers, but ends up falling for the florist that sells them instead.)