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    He takes a long, slow breath. Ignores the glares from the other students. “Superboy,” he murmurs. “It’s me. If you’re listening, I could use some help.”

    Or: 5 times Superboy saves Tim Drake, and one time Tim Drake saves Superboy.

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    Ch. 4 some of the best tim art ever

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    In the backstreet of some stupid place tucked away in Belobog, Caelus let himself get caged in by Dan Heng. It was his fault for teasing the other too much anyway — small flirty quips, light nudges, leaning in too close just to brush past him — Dan Heng had ran out of patience, and slammed him against the wall.

    Pain flared, but pain was good, because it grounded him, reminded him that he was here and present.

    Dan Heng didn’t speak. Dan Heng never really did. All Dan Heng did was interlocked his fingers with one hand, pressing it against the wall beside his head, and cupped his face with the other, all while shoving a knee between his legs.

    Caelus gave a muffled whine, tilting his head up, parting his lips and nipping at Dan Heng’s bottom lip, pulling at it with his teeth.

    The hand that gently held his face moved to fist his hair, jerking him back. Caelus let go of Dan Heng’s lip, wincing at the sudden action, before his expression dissolved into a dangerous smile. In his eyes lay a challenge — kiss me again, if you dare.

     

    Where Caelus bleeds gold from the crushing weight of his unbearable existence.

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    28 May 2026

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    “Phainon?” Mydei called softly.

    The man turned.

    There was something wrong in the way his gaze passed over to Mydei.

    The eyes that met his weren’t usual bright blue—they were the kind of hollow that carried old fire. Dimmed. Dying. But still dangerous in the way scars sometimes are, when you realize how deep they must’ve gone.

    “…You’re…” Mydei’s voice thinned.

    “I won’t be here for long,” the version of Phainon said.

    Or where I make Mydei hug FR because I need it

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    27 May 2026

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    Tim got used to it. The organized chaos. The chirping and cooing and occasional feathers in his coffee. The flock of doves following him around and nesting in his drawers. The murder of crows bringing him shiny trinkets and stealing his pens. It became his normal.

    For over a year and some change, the Nest felt full. Lively. Predictable, even.

    Until the day he came home from patrol, coffee in one hand, data chip in the other…

    …and found a raven sitting on his desk.

    Just—there. Like he owned the place.

    Staring.

    Silent.

    Still.

    Like a ghost.

    And Tim—Tim just blinked and said, "Okay. That's new."

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    28 Apr 2026

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    "Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

    Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

    Chris cocks his gun.

    "You killed my father," he says.

    "No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

    "What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

    "I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

    [Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

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