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“Don’t you recognize us?” the large man asks him, a frown on his face.
“Well, we do all look very different than we did two decades ago,” the man in the hoodie rolls his eyes. “Of course he’s not going to recognize us.” The others ignore him, which Klaus thinks is quite rude, but he’s not going to say as much and risk getting stabbed.
“Klaus, it’s me,” the leather guy repeats. “Diego. Your brother.”
Klaus’ eyes bug out of his skull—that’s the craziest thing he’s heard all year.
or, AU where Klaus runs away from home when he's ten-years-old—just a few months later, his fully grown siblings fall out of a portal in the sky.
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What Makes A Hero by patrochilles_trash
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
06 Apr 2021
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Standing in front of Mrs. Davis, handing over a stick of plastic and circuitry, he wondered how Tony even talked him into making the video in the first place.
“Thank you, Mr. Parker. You may return to your seat,” she said with a smile.
Peter nodded in response and turned to walk back to his desk, ignoring the feeling that he was walking to his death sentence.
He fought down wave after wave of nausea as she plugged the flash drive into her computer and scrolled through the files until she found the one that he titled ‘Hero Project.’ Neither Ned nor MJ even knew what he had done for his project. He had refused to tell them out of fear that he would lose his nerve.
Mrs. Davis casted her screen to the projector in front of the board and pressed the play button.
There was no going back.
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The identity reveal in the least likely format I have ever written. This might be crack? Sort of? Idk.
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Birds Eating Other Birds by aloneintherain
Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
30 Jul 2016
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Peter wishes he hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be reduced to this—limp-crawling through the rabbit burrows that is Oscorp Tower, a monster of a man on his heels, bloody and bruised and choking on a panic attack.
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- Part 1 of devil in a sunday hat
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I'm a Good Pretender by orphan_account
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022)
19 Apr 2023
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“You’re doing it again,” Bruce says, tone accusatory. “You’re faking.”
“It’s not faking,” Dick snaps, a little more aggressive than he means to be. But he doesn’t like that word, doesn’t like the connotations.
(Especially when he knows Bruce is lying about something, too.)
“Then what is it?”
“It’s called being charming and it’s nice.”
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Dick’s mother raised her son to be a star. Dick’s father raised his son to be an athlete.
Bruce's new ward is charming (manipulative), dedicated (obsessive), and way, way too smart for either of their own good.
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- Part 1 of I'm a Good Pretender
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Solar Flares by glassofwater
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), DCU
06 Jan 2024
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Personhood, noun: the quality or condition of being an individual person.
Son, noun: a man regarded as the product of a particular person, influence, or environment.
Dick Grayson, noun: oldest son of Bruce Wayne, first son of Batman (i.e., a sum of parts, not a whole)
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My take on the “eldest daughter” trope of Dick Grayson and his relationship with the facets of himself.
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whoever the oil has drowned by ewfte
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
11 May 2018
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Seconds slide past you and die in the warped colors of your eyes. You are timeless. You are out of time.
(A vaguely realistic take on the traps of time travel. And how absolute power corrupts absolutely.)
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02 Sep 2024
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this is such a trip to read but in the best way possible
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“Don’t you recognize us?” the large man asks him, a frown on his face.
“Well, we do all look very different than we did two decades ago,” the man in the hoodie rolls his eyes. “Of course he’s not going to recognize us.” The others ignore him, which Klaus thinks is quite rude, but he’s not going to say as much and risk getting stabbed.
“Klaus, it’s me,” the leather guy repeats. “Diego. Your brother.”
Klaus’ eyes bug out of his skull—that’s the craziest thing he’s heard all year.
or, AU where Klaus runs away from home when he's ten-years-old—just a few months later, his fully grown siblings fall out of a portal in the sky.
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23 Jan 2023
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JIWHDUSAHOHSIIWDHCIUSHAUI i lvow ethis so much ogh my ggod
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Tim and Stephanie stage a rescue for Red Hood. Only to find that things are a lot worse than they thought.
Eyes flare in the dark.
Two pinpricks of acidic green that glimmer like oil-slick, like cat eyes. Jason steps out into the dim light, slow and predatory. There’s blood splattered on his face, speckling his white streak. It curtains his chin and streaks across his chest and arms. Every single step he takes smears it on the cold floor.
WHUMPTOBER No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT
Muffled Screams| Stumbling | Magical ExhaustionSeries
- Part 27 of outrunning karma (whumptober '22)
- Part 1 of molten & ash
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sing your notes off-key by orphan_account
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
04 Apr 2023
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Steph should have known, on tonight of all nights, not to make a mess of things by opening her stupid mouth. Tonight, when they had just finished an assignment and done some good, when Jason’s truce with the family was slowly turning into something less fragile, when it was cool and quiet and Jason was sitting next to her on the other end of the crane, calm for once. They’d been getting along the whole night, which was nearly a record for Jason and the Bats. He’d even given Steph a fist bump after dealing with the drug ring, and Steph had learned to cherish every positive interaction you had with Jason, just in case he decided to cut ties with you the next day. She really should have known better.
Steph had always been so good at making messes.
“What was your mom’s name?” she blurted out.
“What?” Jason’s masked face snapped towards her, like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. Steph couldn’t either, to be honest.
Or, Steph and Jason have a conversation about mothers.
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05 Apr 2023
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“Was she a good mom?” she asked, very quietly.
He made a noise of surprise. “Yeah. No? I don’t fucking know. She tried. Was that enough? I dunno.”
Steph breathed in and out, a few times. “Did you ever…blame her?” she asked. Steph was squirming and she knew it. “For. For…you know.”
That was the limit. “Steph, what the hell-”
“When I was really little, and my dad got mad at me, he’d lock me in the closet.” She spoke so fast she nearly ran out of breath. “And my mom would yell and scream at him to let me out. That was her way of protecting me. But…I always thought, why wouldn’t she just open the door herself? Why couldn’t she just let me out? Why did she have to get his permission to let her six-year-old out of a goddamned closet? It was like…she could fight for me. She would stand up for me. But. Only so far.”
Jason stared at her, looking remarkably akin to a stunned oxen. His expression was dazed, like she’d just hit him over the head with a two-by-four.
“And…I think about that sometimes.” Steph wiggled her fingers, ran them through her hair. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. I love my mom and I don’t know if I should forgive her, she was screaming, just beneath the words she’d spoken. Please hear it, she thought, begging in her head. Please just understand.
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Jason succumbs to a magical aliment while on a mission with the Outlaws. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. It’s not the first-time magic has tried to mess with him. (and it certainly won’t be the last, that’s for sure.) Just give him a couple days. He’ll be fine.
Yeah, no. That’s not how this works. This magic is stronger.
Darker.
S t a r v i n g.
Only his family can save him this time.
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It’s been ten days since they’ve picked up this case. Ten days of hopping towns from Seeley Cover, New Brunswick all the way to this little (not little) city, following the trail of a magical cult gone magical-but-also-murder cult (the aforementioned bastards). By the time they’d even learned about this case – less of a contract and more of a coast spanning plea of help please, somebody, anybody, help us – it’d been six months cold and fourteen bodies deep.
And Jason, out of all of them, has been drowning himself in the burden of figuring this out. Artemis knows magic. She’s an Amazon of Bana-Mighdall. Of course she knows magic. But not like Jason does. Her specialty is magical objects, and they have a limited supply of those.
They’ve already tried them.
But Jason? He knows spells and runes and arcane circles. He doesn’t use them often, doesn’t tell them why, but Artemis has seen the shit he can pull off and the fact that he can’t do another feat like that is…is –
It’s got to be killing him.
Jason’s a Bat. Investigation is their thing. Jason is of the All-Caste. Magic is their thing. This is both. And they’ve been constantly two steps forward, three steps back.
He closes his eyes, brows furrowing, pen absently sketching out a rune on the west coast. Artemis cocks her head to look at it, squinting. It’s not any of the runes Jason has been using since they started, but there’s similarities to the rune that got them this far. His hand drifts over easterly and the ink glitters unnervingly in the light. Jason opens his eyes and Bizarro nudges Artemis. They both grin, edging on a smirk, when they see the faint glimmer of copper among the green and blue of his usual heterochromia.
“Biz,” Jason says roughly, like coming out of a dream. “Do you still have that compass you picked up in Maine?”
“No, of course not,” Biz says, disappearing in a blur of grey and red and displaced air. Artemis slaps a hand on the edge of the map before it flies away.
Jason takes the offered compass, flipping it over and over in his hands, biting his lip as he visibly thinks. “I might make this useless,” he warns.
Biz shrugs. “Not worth it. Me don’t trust you.”
The corners of Jason’s eyes crinkle when he smiles. It makes him look unburdened and his age instead of world weary.
He takes out a permanent marker, wrinkles his nose – etching it would make it more accurate – and draws on the back of the compass, pulling the lines up over the rim and partially onto the plastic face. It doesn’t take long. The rune is in perfect view in his mind’s eye and all he has to do is add a dash of power and keep the lines clean and he’s good.
Not even a second after capping the marker, the black lines glow purple and then sink into the cheap metal. The rain interferes just a little bit, compass needle spinning wildly, so fast Biz is worried it’s going to snap right off, before it comes to a sudden stop, pointing just slightly northwest.
Jason taps the compass on the table, grinning. “Now we’re cookin’.”