8 Works in Peter Nureyev-centric
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A fan song for Peter Nureyev because the beginning of the end is in a week and I wanted to write something, okay ?
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Every thing you do is a miracle made for me personally. by Ace_Spirit
Fandoms: The Penumbra Podcast
20 Jan 2024
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5 times Petya Nureyev wished Slip Jackson was there, and 1 time Peter Nureyev didn’t have to.
It's the smallest things, sometimes, that matter the most.
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When they get inside your head like that, when someone puppets you through a life with such horrible precision that you
nearlybelieve it more than this new reality you have found yourself in, how do you go on? How do you live without proof that any of it matters?
Well. Guilt, mostly.
In whichArthur DodgerPeter NureyevPetya lives, barely, for the moments that make the nightmare feel like reality. Those aren’t good moments, exactly.
Or: The way the Executives keep him coming back.Series
- Part 1 of Dark's penumbra fics
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Sometimes, Nureyev does not quite feel like his own person. He looks into the mirror, and the reflection is not his own. He is beautiful: dark, intricately-styled hair; cheeks adorned with a light brush of pink; a pretty smile to compliment it all. He is art, but not of his own creation.
He stares at his hair and wishes he could just cut it off, but instead Mag bestows him the weight of a textile crown.
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Peter Nureyev has ADHD. Peter Ransom doesn't. Unfortunately, that's not really how it works.
In other words, Peter freaks out and Buddy comforts.
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Peter Nureyev knows how to take care of himself.
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running that money ma (living loose, playing hard) by jade7_orphan
Fandoms: The Penumbra Podcast
02 Sep 2019
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"happy to see you too, big guy." a brief pause, in which the air was ripped soundlessly from peter's lungs. "and don't worry. i know what i want, and either i get it or you leave. "
the familiar cadence of juno's voice, if not the strange confident, self-assured quality, was like an anvil to his carefully composed heart. he wondered if he would live every day of this mission hearing that voice like a life-saving antidote held tantalizingly out of reach. he wondered if there was a way to cut out his heart and keep his nervous system taped to the floorboards of his body, for the sake of, say, his discretion. dignity. professionalism, maybe.
or, peter learns to cope with loss and move forward, if not on (twice)
or, or, how peter met buddy and came to work with her decades later -
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Maybe the sky is falling.
Maybe he's only now noticing.