*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

I'm a Peculiar. I have abilities, so what? I guess I should introduce myself, huh? The name's Virgil. You must be wondering why Peculiars' are treated like trash in this world. It's because we're different. Our soulmate flower, our flower that's on our soulmate, will differ from other flowers. It will not look normal. For example, my grandpa's flower was on fire...yeah... Anyways, this is the story of how I met my 3 soulmates. Yes, I was "blessed" with 3 soulmates. Fun. The top side is that my soulmates are also Peculiar. I wonder who they might be... This is a AU where, as you saw, includes the soulmate flower au, but also super powers. **I do not own the sander sides! This is just a fictional story! I only own the story line.** ***Furthermore, all art or pictures in this book, also, don't belong to me! Cover is created by the app "Canva"*** I hope you enjoyed it my fellow LAMP shippers!

(Soulmate au) (My friend wayward.tatertot on Instagram came up with this soulmate au so...follow her. She cool) When you're born, you have a tattoo of a flower. It can be on your arms, hands, or face. The tattoo is the favorite flower of your soulmate, a bouquet. When you meet your soulmate, the flowers becomes real, and you can gift it to your other half. Most flowers are on people's arms, I have mine on my face, free for the world to see. I have snow drops, creeping up the left side of my face, being the thickest around my cheek and thinning out along my hairline. One wrong turn and a pile of snowdrops fall into my hands. An unbelievably full group of amaryllises fall into the hands of the person adjacent to me. It's him. (This is an au, please don't comment about similar features or anything like that. They're their own characters.)