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Paper Airplanes (Ereri - SNK) by PorcelainSky
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Every day without fail, just before dusk sets in, Eren sits on the top of the great Wall Maria. He draws the things his disturbed mind conjures up, and then folds them into a paper airplanes to send out, believing they'll reach the one who owns his heart, wherever he's gone... ~ Canonverse. Warning: mild manga spoilers. Wonderful cover art courtesy of @Jinkxs- ♥
Just One Day (Bakudeku) by Astranger015
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Bakugou gets into some trouble with the law and is forced to do some community service at the local hospital. He hates the place and all he wants to do is leave, until one day where he runs into a boy named Izuku Midoriya. The two end up working together and they become close, but is that a good or a bad thing? No quirks Highschool au Characters are 16-18
Karmagisa: Our Fate Upon The Crown by WeiMei_
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History that repeats. Love, that never dies and continues to thrive upon the Kingdom. Through the royal families, the King and Queen are chosen only if they are the reincarnations of the original monarchs that ruled the Kingdom thousands of years ago. As the current Queen and King are expecting the arrival of the new lovers, they prepare the ceremonies and entrance of a new life. However, a ripple in time caused something peculiar to happen instead. Two Kings are born and no sign of a female Queen. Could this be a message from the heavens above that love does not last forever? {Disclaimer/images: credited to owners} ➣ Assassination Classroom ➣ Warning: Boy x Boy ➣ Fan-fiction Published 2017
Nikdy se nepřestal smát by Tiktakbum
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„Tak co? Líbilo se ti to?" zeptal se odporně slizkým hlasem muž, tyčící se nad postavou drobného chlapce. Chlapec neodpověděl. Zarytě mlčel a propaloval pohledem podlahu, třásl se. Během chvíle na jeho tvář dopadla rána, která ho následně poslala obličejem k chladné zemi. „Na něco jsem se tě ptal!" zasyčel muž a za vlasy vytáhl chlapce zpět na nohy. Chlapec se na něj konečně podíval. „Ano, můj pane," zašeptal rozechvělým hlasem, „moc se mi to líbilo." Usmál se. Usmíval se i přes slzy, skrz které nemohl nic vidět. Usmíval se i přes bolest, kterou mu způsoboval každý nádech. Usmíval se, protože věděl, že i přes to všechno se nikdy nesmí přestat smát.