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    “Kid. You’re not just here for some mission. Is that what Steve told you when he plucked you out of that jail cell?”
    Peter snorts and pushes off the doorframe. “Steve didn’t tell me shit,” he says. “And even if he did, I do what I want. So if I wanted to sit around with all you people and play Settlers of Catan while eating homemade pretzels, I would. But I don’t, so I don’t. You are a roof over my head and food on my plate. Other than that, you can all leave me the hell alone.” He turns and the bedroom door slams.
    “Is that right,” Tony tells the closed door, setting his hands on his hips. “Oh, we’ll see about that.”
    Mission. Freaking. Acquired.
    Also, homemade pretzels sounds like a great idea.

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    19 Nov 2025

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    Bruce is poisoned at yet another gala and he calls for the only person he can trust enough to get him to safety, secret identities be damned. So why is he being taken away by some stranger and where is Superman?

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    Bruce frowns and tries to focus his swimming vision. Something isn’t right. This isn’t the bright blue and red he’s been mentally preparing for. The material is all wrong and it feels scratchy brushing against his skin. Superman’s suit isn’t scratchy. It’s smooth and comforting to touch; whatever he’s touching isn’t. This isn’t Superman, this is that stranger and his weird suit. It’s- it is-
    “So ugly,” Bruce mumbles at the offending greyish brown fabric he’s got his cheek pressed against.

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    "Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.


    Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

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    “You should run away,” Regulus whispers and Sirius finds himself endeared, despite everything

     

    “I don’t have anywhere to go,” Sirius whispers back.

     

    Regulus does not know the details of what happened between Sirius and his friends last semester but Sirius thinks he might be close to understanding the severity of it. If it had just been a petty argument Sirius would have ran. He would have gone to James and let his friend keep him hidden and safe.

     

    But it hadn’t just been an argument. Sirius had betrayed Remus and in doing so he had disappointed James as well and there was nothing he could do to make it right. He knows that if he went to James, he would let him stay despite it all but Sirius did not deserve his help. And on top of it all, it would have hurt Remus, who has always been unsure if James and Sirius loved him as much as they loved each other. Sirius does not want to hurt Remus again.

     

    He will not hurt him again.

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    23 Sep 2024

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    Sirius studied Remus’ face. He was curious what he thought of all of this, the only one of them who didn’t have a mark– theoretically– and the only one with a muggle parent. Muggles didn’t get marks, he knew. If Remus’ parents were soulmates, then they wouldn’t know it. He wondered if there was a way to tell, though. If they could just feel it, somehow, even without the help of some magical fate.

    Because it seemed like something you would just know, just from being near someone, from being close enough to them, from being in the same space. Like their souls would attract like magnets or like water droplets traveling down a window, waiting to merge until the last moment when they realized they were on the same path, and then they’d become one.

    Was that fate, Sirius wondered?

    He realized Remus was staring back at him, his eyes puzzled and curious and warm.

    Sirius looked away first and didn’t look back, pushing down something heavy and impossible in his chest.

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    Or, the marauders soulmates au where your soulmate shares your scars in gold, and everyone is oblivious, pining, and/or in denial. Updates every sunday :)

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    08 Nov 2023