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<h1>Doom Patrol Fanfic - Old</h1>
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these are fanfictions written before season 3 that i dont like anymore<br>
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fic left to add: just so fucking many
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<b><a href="/fic/dp/old/holy">this holy experience</a></b>, The Negative Spirit/Larry, T, 1K words. <i>Larry stares at himself in his bedroom mirror, studies every vein, every scar and every ridge. Imagines being touched, feeling fingers run over his scars in admiration. </i><br> <b><a href="/fic/dp/old/heartsigh">heartsigh</a></b>, The Negative Spirit/Larry, T, 802 words. <i>Larry Trainor hates the Negative Spirit.
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It changes nothing.</i><br><b><a href="/fic/dp/old/abba">sharing your devotion</a></b>, The Negative Spirit/Larry, T, 783 words. <i>His night stand, now emptied and directly in front of him, with a record player resting on top of it. </i><br> <b><a href="/fic/dp/old/thiscloseforever">can we always be this close (forever and ever)</a></b>, The Negative Spirit/Larry, T, 716 words. <i>Larry sparks. Inside of Larry Trainor, bursting from his heart like new life, there is a realization. It is like the first light of the morning skies.
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