Daniel Coleman is forever confused when one of his marching band mates (and secret crush) decides to make out with him on a party, but doesn't talk to him all summer, and then, just to make it even worse, makes out with the meanest bitch right in front of him.
Nora og Alexander møtes tilfeldigvis på en Comic con, og magien slippes løs.
When M is dragged into meeting new people by his only friend, he meets someone unexpected
L is just fine with the way his relationship with M is, thank you very much. He's fine being flatmates, fine being friends-occasionally. So why does M have to ruin it by looking so very attractive in nothing but a pair of Ls' boxers? Why does he have to ruin the way L looks at him, the way he thinks about him? Why doe...
This is just a little cutesy merthur fic. I'm writing on it whenever I have time, and it contains merthur fluff and smut.