fic: look out, you've got your blinders on

this is the official launch of my personal psoh yuletide party! feel free to send me prompts between now and december (and after that too, though they won’t be added to the collection) and i'll make an extra effort to write them out.

for those unaware, psoh wasn’t a nominated fandom for yuletide this year, which is one of those rare occasions when we actually get new content. to make up for this, i'll (presumably) be writing several extra fics between now and the end of yuletide so that the psoh fans who looks forward to yuletide have at least something new to enjoy. feel free to join me in writing them if you'd like!

now, without further ado:

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It's a pair of warm blue eyes that greets him, when he opens the door.

D feels his heart fall to his feet, and then recovers it. Places every jagged, cutting piece back on his hand like those of a broken cup, ready for the trash, and pretends it never happened. There's no reason to react like that, after all.

Because the man at the door is not Leon Orcot.

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Or, Chris finds D before Leon does.

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