*this story was written by Gibslythe on ao3* "Two whole months of free laundry in exchange for two weeks of being my fake boyfriend. Deal?" Keith hesitated for a moment. Was this really worth it? Hardly. Lance was an asshole, and he wasn't sure what fake dating would entail. But, free laundry was free laundry, right? "Alright, it's a deal." Or: Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance's 'fake boyfriend'. This is actually the best fic I've ever read. It emotionally destroyed me and then put me back together only to kill me again. Read on ao3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/7454385

{English MikaYuu fanfiction} [Cover by me~] Another universe where your other half/soulmate can't see colours while the other can't speak, hear anything etc. Means you have a disease, sickness, disability etc. and only your soul mate/other half can "heal" you. With a kiss. Of course you can still die since you share your life with your soul malte/other half. But not all people have diseases/ disabilities while others get a disease/ disability later. (The story takes place in Japan so there will be some japanesse words like "Ohayo" , "-kun" etc., but difficult ones will be explained within the story.) Story: Yuuichiro Amane is a highschool student who loves to draw (manga). Silly, he can only see black, white and grey. It actually doesn't concern him that much, but for becoming a real mangaka it is a problem. Also his best friend often tells him how great "Yuu-kun"'s pictures are, and he'd love to see them in colour. So for making his wish come true Yuu has to find his soul mate. And kiss her. Or him.

klance dance au ;0 history is made when keith falls asleep on the shoulder of a stranger during a flight to new york~

Have you ever fallen in love with someone's words? With the way they write, the way they make the letters latch onto each other and leap to string into words, to summon sentances. To make writing dance and sing like that is a truly unrecognized, unaccountable gift. Levi Rivaille is an online author who, despite his internet-fame, finds himself to be, for lack of a better word, lonely. Eren Jaeger, a bright young artist who is looking for the spark of inspiration. Despite the metaphorical and literal distance between the two, they may just be what the other needs. Disclaimer: I only own the plot of this story, and none of the characters, much as I would like to. They belong to Hajime Isayama.

Masks. They symbolize humanity, no one is seen without one and no one goes out barefaced. In fact, its illegal to do so. Your mask shows your rank in society. Of course, with this rule, you wouldn't recognize someone without their mask on because you have never seen their face. Levi Ackerman, he is an official for a high ranking office. His duty is to punish those with no masks, the rebels, those who have broken their masks for another. Eren Jeager - Rebel #673 #34 in fanfiction, Thurs, June 22, 2017 --Holy macaroni! Thank you for 100k! I appreciate every one of you, and hope the best for you all! Thank you again for reading!-- --AM REWRITING!--