Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
07 Jul 2018
In the world, there are two different types of "strings of fate." Blue, for eternal friendship, a platonic relationship, and red, for endless love, a romantic relationship.
When Taehyung meets Jeongguk in college, he always thought that the string they shared was blue, due to his colorblindness. Jeongguk never had the heart to tell him its always and always will be, red.
“I can read you, Keith Kogane. You’re tired and maybe a little sad, and this mask will lift your spirits, heal your aura, align your chakras. Trust me.”
“I chrusht myou,” Keith says through his fish lips, Lance's hands warm against his squished cheeks, his heart pounding ridiculously in his chest.
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14 Jan 2020
12 May 2019
The first thing Midoriya coughed up was blood.
The second was flowers.
Recovery Girl had been at his side, hand pressed firmly against his back as he coughed. She'd been sending him disapproving glances since the moment he'd been carted into the makeshift hospital wing and he could understand why. His fight with Todoroki had been reckless, dangerous and downright stupid. In the heat of the battle he hadn't been able to think of his body or his lacking tolerance to his quirk. All he'd been able to think about was making the sad look in Todoroki's eyes go away.
The hanahaki fic nobody asked me for.
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07 Jan 2020
When team Voltron finally pushes the Galra out of this sector of the galaxy, Allura surprises the paladins with a visit home for the first time since leaving Earth three years ago. Everyone fights over who gets to bring Keith home with them. Lance wins.
Which would be fine, if Keith wasn't desperately trying NOT to be love with him.
All Lance has ever wanted is to prove his worth. So, maybe it’s fitting that the Black Lion picked him right when Lotor betrayed them and Shiro’s clone went rogue. Right when the team was at its lowest and closest to failing.
The desire for glory that Lance grew up with—that drove him to join the Garrison and pursue fighter class, that drove him into his one-sided rivalry with Keith, that drove him after Keith in the Sonoran Desert and into Blue’s cockpit and into space and into the war in the first place—it’s a relic of the past for him now. All he wants these days is to keep his friends alive and the Coalition afloat, and he tries his best, despite the pervasive fear that he isn’t the right person for this monumental task. Despite the growing certainty that Black picked the wrong guy.
This fear will be put to the ultimate test when the mess that ensnares the team after the clone disaster turns out to be a labyrinth more winding than any of them were prepared for. Because Lance might just be the only person equipped to lead them through this maze and into the light.
The word floats at him like a lantern through the fog, and he lifts his head to the light. He’s dreaming now, right? Handheld slowly into death by a comforting hallucination?
No. No, the owner of that voice is really here.
The shape of him is a beacon of familiarity in this upside-down hellish nightmare, and Lance is just gone enough to let himself feel saved even though he knows better. Because somehow, at the end of the world, somehow Keith Kogane is here, emerging from the smoke and the flashing lights like some kind of hero. Despite everything, despite the taste of blood between his teeth, Lance feels his lip twitch upward into a tired smile. Because of course Keith is here. Of course. Where else would he be?
. . .
The war ends, and Lance must take on the monumental choice of what he's going to do next with his life. The clock is ticking and even though they've won the war, it looks like Keith is STILL going to slip away from him.
That is, unless he does what he does best, and just takes the shot.