Laemon



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    After the world forgot him, Peter kept fighting. He was Spider-Man after all. But as the villains get worse and the heroes dwindle, Peter finally grows tired. Hasn't he done his time? He's never once shirked the responsibility forced upon him. Never once has he put himself first.

    Eventually, the straw breaks the camel's back. Peter finally hangs up the cape.

    Unfortunately the universe seems to disagree. When Peter wakes up in Gotham he knows he should probably find a way home. But what's the point? Normal people don't find their way home across the multiverse, and Peter is normal now. He refuses to be anything else.

    So why do unfamiliar heroes keep ending up on his doorstep? And can he really turn them away?

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    In which Peter Parker just wants to retire but instead he becomes a mentor for young dcu heroes and his home becomes a vigilante halfway house

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    “You’re distracted, Deliverer,” Mydei mutters. Despite saying this, he isn’t pulling any punches today.

    The silence between them becomes stiff, and Phainon needs to occupy his hands with something, anything. “I’m in the middle of… researching something,” he says.

    Mydei hums. “With the Grove?”

    Phainon feels sort-of-bad-sort-of-not for obfuscating the truth: one because it’s Mydei, and the other because the matter is about him confessing to Mydei, you see. He pulls a face. “You could say that.”

    Kremnoan Roses aren't real. Probably. Phainon is about ninety-nine percent sure. But after coming across an antique Kremnoan vase, Phainon swears that if he, by some miracle, manages to recreates them, he will confess to Mydei with a bouquet of mythical roses.

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    Era Nova was a lie. Somewhat.

    Or: What happens when you are forced to confront your death and the feeling of betrayal when the person that killed you was practically everything and is also missing?

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    “Castrum Kremnos will never bow to you,” Mydei snarls, and he spits on the laden feast table below in open defiance.

    The Good Prince only laughs - a sound as light and beautiful as dawn’s soft breaking on the sea.

    “I do not want Castrum Kremnos to bow to me, Princess. I want you to bow to me.” A hand in his hair arches Mydei's back and forces him to face their audience. “And you will.”

     

    alternatively: The Crown Prince of Castrum Kremnos is taken as a spoil of war by the conquering Kingdom of Elysiae.

    The Good Prince is a man as patient as he is terrifying; and Mydei fears, with each passing day of captivity, that no-one would be strong enough to weather this endless cruelty and escape with their body and mind intact.

    He certainly isn't.

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    22 Jun 2026

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    amazing writing
    never touching it again tho ❤️ ✨️

    I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE WE NEED TO KILL HIM

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    “Your pronunciation’s even worse than a toddler’s.” 

    “That’s because you’re a terrible teacher,” Phainon says, petulance in his voice thin over affection.

    Only then does Mydei fully turn to his side to face him, eyeing the way the dim light seems to catch the silver of Phainon’s hair. He reaches over without thinking. “Like this,” he mutters, thumb pressing against Phainon’s bottom lip to force the correct shape. “Your tongue here,” his touch lingers. “And don’t enunciate the last syllable too much.” 

    Or, when Phainon asked Mydei to teach him the Kremnoan language, he expected refusal. Much to his surprise, Mydei agrees. But as the words come easier, so does everything else Phainon was never supposed to understand.

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    21 Jun 2026