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AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

In which Sokka tries to get Zuko to relax and succeeds a little too well.

Ed and Stede meet as strangers one night on a New York subway platform when Stede discovers an abandoned newborn baby. Both men are instantly infatuated with him (and each other). When they attend the court hearing for his case, the judge spontaneously decides to offer Stede custody, which he accepts– only to realize afterwards that she assumed they were a couple. The two men immediately craft a plan to pretend to be together in order to keep the baby, creating fake backstories, coaching their friends, and moving in together... into the same bedroom... and the same bed. But what they didn't anticipate was falling head over heels in love, not only with their son, but with each other. Inspired by the TRUE STORY outlined in this article Features: a very fast slow burn, fake dating, only one bed, pining while fucking, and other tropes

When Zoro has one foot in each world after his fight with Mihawk, Sanji's voice seems to bring him back from the brink. Little do they know what this means and what will unfold. /“Sleep well. They’re worried about you.” Sanji doesn’t expect a response but Zoro’s face turning in his direction with his eyes still closed like he’s looking for him somehow makes Sanji pause. Sanji furrows his brows and approaches again. “Can you–can you hear me?” He feels like a fool saying it out loud but he swears Zoro perks up from hearing it. Sanji suddenly breaks out into a cold sweat. “Well, this is insane.” Sanji has to voice out loud the complete obvious.

Suguru finds a highly recommended massage parlour on the online forums. It sounds seedy, from the description. He goes anyway.

Lance says, voice low and soothing, “Just relax and focus on my hands.” It’s not like Keith can really concentrate on anything else even if he wanted to, especially with the way Lance is being so distracting. His mind is going blank more often than not, but still, he has to ask, “I-is this something you do regularly with your clients?” “What, give massages? That’s kind of my job.” Lance chuckles, hands never stopping even once. He’s deliberately missing the point, even though it’s obvious that he’s aware how this is quickly veering away from being a normal session. “Now, stop thinking so much and just feel.”