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Nightwing has to bite back a laugh. “Gotham is a no-fly zone for more than just the JL, Supes. But, from what Blud knows, chances are that whatever you’ve heard is probably true.” Superman pales, which is anything but unexpected. Pretty much all of Gotham tends to be horrifying to Outsiders, as Nightwing is well aware. The question here is which rumors Superman decided were concerning enough to actually look into, the answer to which could be literally anything from the pollution levels to the regularity of the city-wide Fear Gas attacks. Or something entirely outside of the usual spectrum of Things That Outsiders Need To Stop Freaking Out About, Nightwing discovers when Superman blurts, “But the Waynes aren’t actually possessed, right?” …Ah. Well, crap. Or, in Gotham, it’s been common knowledge since the very beginning that the Waynes are unwitting hosts to the parasitic Bats, who protect Gotham and its people from threats both internal and external in turn. There’s nothing anyone can do about it, even if they wanted to. (That’s… not actually what’s happening, but nobody needs to know that. The Batfam is too committed to the bit to pull out now.)

Jason talks to his friends about his decision to go with them all to support Percy. Unfortunately, he also uncovers how long Percy actually had with the Romans, and is pretty pissed about it.

Isagi Yoichi as a boy was a timid child, it was the only way his parents could explain his behavior. Being afraid of everything and anything, at any given times. He changed when he discovered the joy of soccer at 4 years old, much to his family relief....but the cause was still there. A boy with enhanced senses borderline on the supernatural level, predicting from touch and smell it would rain as a toddler, could never be average, much less at soccer.

Anakin Skywalker was a miniature sun in the Force; Obi-Wan could understand why Qui-Gon was enamored. But this? Intending to take the boy as his apprentice, while Obi-Wan was standing right next to him? The shame that burned red on his cheeks was a familiar friend. He felt it countless times growing up beside Qui-Gon, a master too good for him and the rage he carried.(Or: Obi-Wan finally gets tired of being nothing but a burden when he has given everything he has to give. He’s setting Qui-Gon free.)

Alhaitham's heart galloped in his chest, the only sound in the silent hallway. A moment later, a thunk echoed from the other side of the door, like something heavy had slid down the wall and fallen in a heap, followed by a high-pitched whine. What, Alhaitham thought, was that all about? And how could he make Kaveh do it again? ********Kaveh misinterprets Alhaitham-being-Alhaitham as a full-blown love confession and throws himself at his crush, quite literally.Alhaitham has no idea what he said to cause such an interesting reaction in his prickly roommate, but he's willing to do just about anything to make it happen a second time.Chaos ensues.Chapter 1: Alhaitham's Pet gets a Pet; Chapter 2: If There's a Braincell in this Chapter it is Not With Kaveh; Chapter 3: The Obligatory Earrings Chapter; Chapter 4: Baby's First Date; Chapter 5: We're Gonna Need a Sickfic; Chapter 6: Touch Him, You Die; Chapter 7: Love like a Forest; Chapter 8: "The First Time--" (smuuuuut); Chapter 9: Kaveh's Love Language

Ed and Stede meet as strangers one night on a New York subway platform when Stede discovers an abandoned newborn baby. Both men are instantly infatuated with him (and each other). When they attend the court hearing for his case, the judge spontaneously decides to offer Stede custody, which he accepts– only to realize afterwards that she assumed they were a couple. The two men immediately craft a plan to pretend to be together in order to keep the baby, creating fake backstories, coaching their friends, and moving in together... into the same bedroom... and the same bed. But what they didn't anticipate was falling head over heels in love, not only with their son, but with each other. Inspired by the TRUE STORY outlined in this article Features: a very fast slow burn, fake dating, only one bed, pining while fucking, and other tropes

"Their gazes hold in the mirror as Remus takes a small step forward, his chest brushing up against Sirius’s knuckles, his arms still behind him in a halfhearted attempt to hook the corset shut. Remus brings his hands up slowly, starting at the base of Sirius’s spine and gently tracing the clasps already closed. Sirius’s hands fall to his sides but not before dragging across Remus’s abdomen, the tops of his thighs, before settling in their natural position. They haven’t spoken. They haven’t looked away." OR Remus has been in love with his best friend for years and everyone knows it but Sirius, who remains completely oblivious to their feelings for each other. So much so, that he asks Remus to help him with an errand--choosing some lingerie he can wear for his boyfriend, who very much is NOT Remus Lupin. The thing is, Sirius didn't tell Remus beforehand what he was helping him with, which might just be a terrible mistake...or the push they needed.

He was Lord Sirius Black III, of the Noble and Most Ancient House, Duke of Sutherland, Marquess of Stafford, and Master of Godric Hall. He would not be sent into a tailspin by a simple tailor. He would not pine over a meagre suit. He was stunning, dripping in silver and black and deep shades of purple. It was him, his beauty, his body, not someone’s craft, that made him the powerful, imposing figure that commanded the attention of every insipid soul out there. More, they demanded. And he would be more. He would be everything. After the death of his father, Sirius takes up his place at the head of Britain's most influential aristocratic family. And Sirius is absolutely fine with it. After all, he has the wealth, the titles, the huge estate - plus everything money can buy. What more could he possibly want?But there’s something missing, a hollow ache he can’t ignore and that he's apparently determined to fill with suits. Which explains why he finds himself returning again and again to the quaint little atelier across the Welsh border. It certainly has nothing to do with the attractive tailor and his stupid smirk.

After Peter is snapped, he doesn’t simply cease to exist. Yes, he fades away like everyone else, but Peter materializes again. In a parallel universe, where he never existed.

Written for Tobirama Week 2024 DAY 5 ∘ 02/17 ∘ PISCES / WINTER / COMFORT Tobirama saves Kagami, then Madara saves Tobirama. And decides to keep him.

Suguru's made some new friends on the internet. They're much older than him, and they're so much cooler than any of his peers. They've got such interesting hobbies, too. One of them tells him he's an underwear connoisseur - thongs, jockstraps, frilly panties - you name it, he's got it. He's even mailed some of the ones that don't fit him to Suguru, so that they don't go to waste. Suguru's excited. He's never had such a close friend before, generous in sharing his thoughts and hobbies with him.

Minho and his crew raid a ship to discover hostages aboard. While Minho is used to dealing with all that comes with pirating life, one of the hostages gives him much more to deal with than he expected. Infatuation with a doe-eyed young man that he can't seem to get off his mind wasn't supposed to be in the cards.

They haven’t seen one another since they exchanged a whispered argument about profiteroles at some fancy dinner over a year ago, when—to the rest of the world, at least—Henry was a straight man living in Kensington Palace and Alex was a straight woman living in the White House. And now… a gay man and a bisexual trans man meet in Texas. Henry’s whole face scrunches up as his frown deepens and turns more sad than confused. “I really wish you would just—”Alex sighs and rolls his eyes. “Will you give up already? I can deal with him.”“Christ, I’m not saying you can’t,” Henry says exasperatedly, “I’m saying you don’t have to. You carry so much, Alex. I’m simply trying to help you lighten the load in any infinitesimal way you’ll let me.”“And having a guy you hate move in with you is somehow only an infinitesimal inconvenience to you?”Henry gives Alex a tired, cold look and clenches his jaw. “If it gets you away from your transphobic roommate,” he says, low but vehement, “then yes. Christ, Alex, you’re not a bloody inconvenience.” Or: Henry learns how to cook, and Alex learns to let people take care of him.