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There are two types of people in a small town. The ones who are suffocating, counting down every day until they can leave, and the ones who stay.
Sirius leaves. Regulus doesn't.
When Sirius returns six years later, it's to find that nothing is quite as he expected.
Sometimes you break the cycle, and sometimes, it breaks you.
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Or, the deeply southern, American, friends to lovers to exes to lovers AU.
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contrapasso [con · tra · pas · so]
the punishment of souls by a process either resembling or contrasting with the sin itself.The first time they meet is in Copenhagen.
Regulus is on holiday, halfway to drunk off his ass in a dingy back alley pub. He’s never believed in love at first sight—in fact, he thinks it’s a rather ridiculous concept—but the first time he catches sight of him across alcohol-sticky floors and air thick with smoke, Regulus might be persuaded to change his mind.
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yet I’d let you envelop me in it, love by comradekiwi
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
11 Nov 2022
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The doctors had warned Mitsuki, Masaru, and Inko.
If they let little Katsuki and Izuku spend too much time together, the risk of them imprinting on each other raised exponentially with every week.
or, the self-indulgent a/b/o fic I was finally convinced to stop being shy and write :D
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- Part 7 of bkdk hands & ands & and & and
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Bonnie & Klein by surveycorpsjean
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
01 May 2022
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Greenhorn pro-heroes Izuku and Katsuki get thrown into a future where they're happily dating. To Izuku, it's like waking up into a dream. To Katsuki, it's a living nightmare.
Izuku struggles to cope with this.
Or; this is how their future selves knock some sense into the wonder duo.
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He saw the duffel.
It was battered all to hell and the strap was nearly torn from the bag, but it still glowed almost neon in the darkening night and streetlamp glare. Neil would never…
He dropped to his knees beside it and rifled through it, looking for any sign, any clue as to where Neil might have run. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Until his fingers found the keyring. Until he found the phone.Andrew's perspective on the Binghamton riot and the walking tragedy that is Neil Josten.

