4 Works by lemonyada
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When he walks in he sees a man sitting right next to his favorite seat at the bar.
Nanami doesn't have the energy to care. He simply takes his seat where he usually does, right next to the stranger, and the barkeep gets to work on his cocktail.
They're the only ones there. Neither says a word - they drink in complete silence filled with music playing softly from the jukebox, each nursing his drink and staring at the bottles behind the bar, unseeing. Lost in thought, perhaps, or too tired to think at all.
It's nice for the solitude of the night to not feel lonely. The stranger is the first to leave, nodding to him politely as he gets up and pays for his drink. Nananmi returns the gesture.
It happens again next week.
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Steve could never forget it.
No matter how hard he tried.
Crimson skies above them, as dark as the bloodsoaked ground beneath them. The furious cacophony of screams and explosions, a grim aria heralding death. The cold seeping into the marrow of his bones, hidden behind the heat of exertion; the breath of the Grim Reaper himself.
Sometimes he thought he could hear it among the chaos, the swishing of his scythe.
The quietude of finality.
The stillness that followed was forever burned into his mind; Tony on his knees, his whisper carrying across the field in echoes.
Blood and mud squelching disgustingly beneath his boots, tripping over torn-off limbs and lifeless bodies after the snap, screaming himself raw as he called-
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Many journals from all over the world and of varying degrees of credibility published studies on Hanahaki Disease. A nearly mythical condition; flowers taking root in your lungs, slowly suffocating you as you cough up their dainty little petals. It was, supposedly, a result of bottling up one's feelings or of them not being returned; some others claimed that there was a deeper meaning behind them, that the flowers were meant to convey the message to the poor bastard that contracted them. The actual cause of it remained unknown.
House thought it was nothing more than mass hysteria. Or some strange somatic ailment manifesting physically.
Until he didn't.
He saw a man - still bright and smiling, soft with peach fuzz and the faded scent of baby powder clinging to his skin - throw a bottle through a window at some bougie doctor party.
He bailed the man out of jail. They went to get a midnight snack. They laughed and joked as though they've known each other their whole lives; as though the Universe shifted to bring them together.
House started coughing up petals the second he stepped through his front door, giddy and drunk and alive like he never felt before. -
I don't wanna say goodbye, cause this one means forever by lemonyada
Fandoms: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game)
03 Nov 2025
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“Meaning I fucking killed him, Kerry. The damage had progressed too far, V became a stranger in his own body. I couldn't-” he paused, voice cracking. It never did that before. “I couldn't fucking save him, Ker. I'm so sorry.”
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Or, Johnny visits Kerry before leaving NC.