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ficresc · 19 hours
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"He burned the Death Note, not to keep it out of other hands, but to keep it out of his."
Perfectly Hollow by Silver Pards [T, 3k]
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ficresc · 2 days
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“The third time he watches, Professor Yagami turns his head and catches his gaze with his own. Harry feels his breath stop in his throat, isn't quite sure if it's the same as the fear that stopped his breath when he saw Voldemort reborn, or if it's the same as the wonder he felt the first time he laid eyes on a unicorn. Yagami surveys him for a moment, looking into him and calculating his worth, and he smiles. Harry decides it's the unicorn he's thinking of, beautiful and magical and dead and so terribly sad.”
12 Moves Sideways by Silver Pard [K+, 2k]
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ficresc · 3 days
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The morning after Shizuo moves out, Izaya is so fine at first that Namie is scared. He greets her as he always does and she makes the mistake of asking him what happened. He looks over and her blood runs cold at his sickly saccharine smile.
til the war's won by izayas
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ficresc · 4 days
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The ache inside him grows, gnawing at his guts, writhing experimentally. Just to remind him it is still there, just to make sure he never grows accustomed and immune to its presence.
Perfectly Hollow by Silver Pard [T, 3k]
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ficresc · 5 days
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“He tries to kill himself thrice in that week. Mori fucks him just to pacify him and Dazai swallows pills in the bathroom right after. Mori slaps him before forcing him to puke them out.”
the choir’s gonna sing by intimatopia [M, 8k]
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ficresc · 6 days
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Even before the door closes, he hears Shizuo's voice and feels his stomach drop.
til the war's won by izayas
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ficresc · 7 days
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He can't tell if there are dark circles under his eyes because he can't tell if he sleeps very much. There is no evidence to conjecture a difference between the sleeping and the awake. And sometimes he thinks he might be dead. 
Golgotha by Serria [T, 3k]
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ficresc · 8 days
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“It’s the most—sickening, exciting—feeling in the whole world.” 
This Way Lies Madness by setosdarkness [E, 50k]
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ficresc · 9 days
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He's probably running his hands through his hair; it's one of his nervous tics. He plays with his hair when he's anxious and Izaya had at one point found that endearing. Shizuo bounces his legs when nervous, bites his lip when worried, pinches the bridge of his nose when stressed. Most of all, he paces when he's uneasy. Izaya can see him doing all four of those.
til the war's won by izayas
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ficresc · 10 days
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warm, metallic taste on his tongue is a gentle reminder. Then he knows, well, at least his body still works, it's not yet a corpse.
Golgotha by Serria [T, 3k]
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ficresc · 10 days
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Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya last for twenty-six months before they break up. Nobody is more surprised than Izaya, though, of course, Izaya doesn't let that show. 
til the war's won by izayas
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ficresc · 10 days
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By the time he woke up to his eighty-seventh life, he was sick of having heart attacks
Forever Young by chunkiechunder [T, 2k+]
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ficresc · 1 year
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“I have to admit, I’m a little surprised at your age you’re comfortable still living in a place like this, but I suppose you never needed much.”
“No… I– yeah.”
He never needed much. He forces a weak smile. He feels vaguely sick.
This Day Will Pass, the Next One, Too by tinycrescent [M, 10k]
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ficresc · 1 year
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…Really, I should have guessed it would be too much for you.” He brings an exasperated hand to his brow and Matsuda can fill in the rest– Shouldn’t have expected much.
This Day Will Pass, the Next One, Too by tinycrescent [M, 10k]
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ficresc · 1 year
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Across the table, Light studies him with an expression he can’t quite place. Hand positioned elegantly against his mouth, perhaps thoughtfully– God, he really is so beautiful. Matsuda can feel his gaze on him.
What- what is it?
He avoids Light’s eyeline, tentatively reaching for his glass and taking a swig of what's left of his drink, ice clinking and rattling.
Why is no one talking?
Light finally shifts, softly breathing out. A hint of delight on his face, like he might just laugh.
“I see,” he hums sweetly.
Matsuda can only gawk, lovestruck– he hasn’t seen Light show a face like that in so long…
“Matsuda-san, you’re just as you appear, aren’t you?”
This Day Will Pass, the Next One, Too by tinycrescent [M, 10k]
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ficresc · 1 year
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Light stares at him, completely unreadable, hand running down the side of his drink. His eyes remain locked on his while taking a small sip– holding him there, like it’d be some horrible mistake to dare look away. There’s something cold and sharp veiled just under the surface and Matsuda can only see a shadow of it, but it makes his skin crawl–
“Matsuda.” He’s smiling, then, like his previous expression was merely Matsuda’s eyes playing tricks on him.
This Day Will Pass, the Next One, Too by tinycrescent [M, 10k]
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ficresc · 1 year
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Light gave him a withering glare. Ryuk had seen him die, and he was still capable of making him fear for his life.
Redividus by Silver Pard [T, 48k]
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