Kalikso
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“You’ll probably never meet them,” his mother said one day at a diner in Texas. It caught him off guard.
“What?”
“You’ll probably never meet them,” she repeated, nodding in the direction of the lilac bruise splashed across his forearm. “Your soulmate. You’ll most likely never live that long.”
“I know,” he said, and hoped that she believed him.
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In which bruises and scars from your soulmate appear on your skin, and both Neil and Andrew paint each other like a canvas.
Series
- Part 2 of Dear True Love
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absence of heat, excess of destiny by theycallmesuperboy
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender
27 May 2020
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Sokka is born in the dead of winter with a red dragon curling down the left side of his back.
Zuko is born in the sweltering heat of summer with a sword down his spine.
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He doesn’t want to talk about it when their gazes turn on him. They make assumptions— is it someone he left behind in the Fire Nation? He looks away when he agrees with them.
Toph brushes past him when they all part ways. She says, “I know you’re lying.”
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pickup lines and valentines by aloera
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
25 Jul 2020
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“Hey, isn’t that Kirishima’s hoodie?”
“Yes.”
“Why are you wearing Kirishima’s hoodie?”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
Ochako grins, ruffling his hair. “You’re so cute, Katsuki, honestly. Like, you’re the only person who thinks that pretending to date Kirishima is somehow less embarrassing than just admitting you’re cold.”Bakugou and Kirishima find out that they're soulmates after two years of dating. Their friends are more than a little out of the loop.
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“Hey sexy,” Enjin greets.
Gris pulls a shirt from the dryer, shakes it once and lays it in the basket tucked under his arm.
“No.”
Enjin pouts as he leans against the doorway, his shoulders spanning most of the frame.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”
“And I don’t need to know,” Gris says patiently, smiling as Enjin further smooshes his lips in a pout. “It’s the first Friday of the month, and you want me to race Sheila. No.”