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Mystery Work
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This is part of an ongoing challenge and will be revealed soon!
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27 Jun 2021
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“What was it like, after the suicide of Shuui-”
The picture blinks out of existence as he jams his thumb onto the off button with a little more force than necessary, bottom lip caught in between two sets of nervous teeth. Ouma’s fingers tremble, waver- and his pair of mismatched eyes stares at the blank television screen, boring into the black and reflective cover.
A pair of mismatched eyes stare back, and a door unlocks from behind him.
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19 Feb 2021
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Pirouette- a term used to refer to what many call the most difficult move in ballet. It requires incredible strength, control, and skill, as well as the ability to focus unwavering attention in one direction as the world turns around you.
Kurapika has but one goal, to become a prominent dancer on the Neo Broadway stage, but a drunken one-night stand with a handsome doctor threatens to shift his focus and spin his life out of control.
This is a very self-indulgent fic featuring my comfort ship. Updates will be sporadic.
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- Part 1 of Pirouette-Verse
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19 Nov 2020
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Three years after de Dark Continent when Leorio finally graduated from university. What happens when Kurapika finally agrees to take a day off and make time for his friends?
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- Part 1 of Heartbeat
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20 Oct 2020
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the last warmth i cannot feel by gaytoxe
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, New Dangan Ronpa V3: Everyone's New Semester of Killing
18 Mar 2020
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“Clocks are ticking with time that you clearly don’t have,” Ouma tells him, squeezing the edge of the sheet in his palm as the blood stained patch bulges out. “And time that Saihara-chan nor Harukawa-chan have, either.”
The way their names slip off his lips and hang above Momota’s head in the air as if to taunt him makes him grit his teeth.
“I’ll make time,” he tries to say, but the confidence he aimed for is far from its target, instead barely scraping the underbelly of exhaustion and desperation that hides beneath the cracking and crumbling mask he dawns.
“Oh, Momota-chan,” Ouma drags out innocently, as if talking to a child, but as Momota’s eyes shift to meet his, expecting some kind of emotion, they’re swirling with a thick vitality that trickles down his throat and pricks every bone and vessel in his body. “Don’t tell me you’re still trying to piece together that hero’s mask of yours when your lungs are cracking it for you.”
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17 Oct 2020