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  • Emerald Musician

    When Asahi Suzume first entered Hope's Peak Academy, she did not expect to be catapulted into a vicious game of mutual killing. What's worse, peculiar things begin to happen around her, making her fellow classmates more and more suspicious... AU on both sides, Fem!Harry

  • DeTErmiNaTiON

    "I hate this. Those who are precious to me...are falling around me, one after another." ... "Please...forgive me." HetaOni oneshot! Character death, angst. Rated T because I'm paranoid. Please R & R!

  • Kuroko no Hope and Despair

    Instead of joining the basketball club at Seirin, Kuroko stays away from basketball, the pain of the GoM's betrayal still to raw. In doing so, he receives a letter from the top school in Tokyo—Hope's Peak Academy. Threeshot. Completed.

  • These fingers

    will play an aria of hope. And as you laugh, I will join you—and the world will be brought together. (Drabble-fic; pianist!Harry; slow build)

  • Fierce

    In which Alfred is kidnapped and Feliciano...ah, loses it. ItalyXAmerica oneshot, gift for 91RedRoses. Prompt: Bad-ass!Protecting MY Man!Italy with additional mafioso!Italy. Semi-crossover with KHR (use of KHR concepts, mentions of characters, but no real use of KHR characters). Warning: Yaoi, minor gore, etc. Don't like, don't read.

  • FrIeNDsHIp

    Maybe one day...we can all laugh and smile. Together. Please...just once more. Hetaoni oneshot; angsty. R&R, please.

  • SoRrOW

    (I think...that in a different life...we could have been best friends.) (I'm the hero, right?) (Hey, don't worry!) ... (Goodbye, for now...my friend.) Hetaoni oneshot, angsty and character death; R&R please.

  • AGoNy

    I can hear him. He sounds so anguished. Please...whatever god is out there...let me help him. Let me help my brother. Hetaoni oneshot; R&R, please.

  • PLeASe

    I failed...once again. Please...someone help me. Rescue me. Please... Hetaoni oneshot; R&R please!

  • Crooked

    'There once was a crooked man...' They've ripped everything from him that they once gave him freely. And they keep falling, falling, falling away from his grasp-or is it he who is falling? Either way, the dark is too consuming, and the whispers too loud. He's been followed for too long... (Warning: Implied Suicide, implied depression, just general all around angst and darkness.)