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Eight went out expecting a fun night with friends. She didn’t expect to walk away laughing, tipsy, and maybe a little too interested in a certain DJ with neon-green tentacles and sharp comebacks. Connections can happen anywhere—even in the noise of Inkopolis Square.
AU where Three is a DJ and Eight is a popular turf player.
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ENA promised she’d come back.
A simple job becomes a nightmare—a battlefield looping through time, death, and memory loss. With every revival, she’s a little less herself, a little more broken. But one thing remains: a thread she can still feel pulling her home. To Coral.
Coral, who waits. Coral, who worries. Coral, who kisses cracked faces and holds trembling hands, hoping it’s enough to be remembered.
But what happens when even love is forgotten?
A story of memory, identity, and the fragile miracle of being known.
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Coral wasn’t looking for trouble. She was too tired, too overworked, too focused—until ENA started showing up at her office with that smile, those glances, and just enough teasing to unravel her.
A night out with friends turns into something more as flirtation becomes tension, and tension becomes something they can’t ignore.
What started as playful banter spirals into heat—and maybe, something even deeper.
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Pomni has a crush on the bartender where her brother works. But apparently she doesn’t do costumers, will she be able to go out with her?
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"Strong choice. Going for the hard stuff tonight?"
Pomni glanced at the stranger, a woman with red curly hair, and offered a faint smile."Seems like the kind of night that demands it."
The woman returned the smile, a glint of intrigue in her eyes. "You strike me as someone with a story to tell. Mind if I join you for a moment?"
Pomni, skilled in handling conversations, nodded in agreement."Why not? Every night at the club brings its own tales."
Mafia AU where someone is targeting Pomni but she still doesn’t know who is it and why are they doing it.
Unfinished work; I don’t think I’m gonna pick this anytime soon.