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looking-glass house by dexdefyingstunts for folderols
Fandoms: Star Trek: The Original Series
27 Jan 2025
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The mirror's surface is half-covered in condensation, the air still hot and humid from Kirk's recent shower. Through the slowly rolling droplets, Spock sees his arms, tense with effort as he grips onto the sink to hold himself up. He sees his bare chest, damp from sweat and flushed slightly green. He sees his own face, as blank and empty as any Vulcan's.
But more importantly, Spock sees his captain.Or, the one where mirror!Kirk rails mirror!Spock in front of a mirror
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- Part 5 of Dex's Ficlet Fest
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27 Jan 2025
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Spock sees his arms, tense with effort as he grips onto the sink to hold himself up. He sees his bare chest, damp from sweat and flushed slightly green. He sees his own face, as blank and empty as any Vulcan's.
But more importantly, Spock sees his captain.
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It started with a drunken need for comfort- when Tim and Damian were broken at what felt like their worst. But what was reflex, could have been called an accident, turned into the exact thing they both never knew they truly needed.
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07 Nov 2021
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“You’re staring.”
“Memorizing,” Damian corrected, eyes flicking along each stray lock of Tim’s hair in the sheets, along the curl of each eye lash. Tim felt his heart thud against his ribs, felt his stomach knotting up, and he smiled, smiled so real it almost hurt, and Damian returned it. Tim saw the light all the way up in his jade eyes.
“Come back down here,” Tim whispered, “I promise I’ll let you stare all you want later. But I’m not done kissing you.”
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The Lost Titans by poisonivory
Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics), Green Arrow (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
05 Dec 2023
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Jason was only a Titan briefly, before he died. So when he starts having dreams about a Titans team of his own, he chalks them up to just that - dreams. That is, until he learns that the rest of his so-called team is having the same dreams he is. But are they just dreams, or something more sinister? And what happens when the waking world starts adjusting itself to match?
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- Part 1 of The Lost Titans
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17 Dec 2023
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Jason had done hours of homework there, kneeling on the bench seat of the breakfast nook and reading interesting snippets from his textbooks out loud as Alfred prepared dinner. He’d learned to bake standing on a chair, a spare apron that was way too long on him tied around his waist as he listened to Alfred’s instructions and breathed in his familiar bergamot smell. He’d learned he could be good at something besides violence and survival.
It looked the same, now, when he stepped into it: the same mile-long oven range, the same polished marble counter, the same afternoon sun streaming in through the windows. But it felt different. Stripped, like a room where all the paintings had been taken down but the shape of where they’d been was still visible on the walls.
He ran his hand over the butcher block in the center of the room, feeling the nick where he’d once dropped a heavy knife and chipped away a piece of the wood. He’d braced himself, but Alfred hadn’t been mad at all. Just relieved Jason hadn’t been hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he said into the empty air.
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Damian and Tim have a quiet night at home, cuddling on the couch while watching TV. Tim massages Damian's sore hands.
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- Part 2 of Dex's Fluff-A-Thon
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14 Mar 2024
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Damian has nice hands. They’re a lot bigger than Tim’s are, but that only makes sense, given their respective heights. Damian’s fingers are long and thin. As he works, Tim muses on the fact that Damian’s hands are softer than one might expect. Not without their callouses, and there’s a few distinctive, ropey scars on his left knuckles, but mostly Damian’s hands are soft and warm to the touch.
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don't tell me we've grown (for having loved) by SummerFrost
Fandoms: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, The Witcher (TV)
03 Jul 2020
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According to Jaskier, they've lived this day almost a hundred times. Geralt doesn't remember any of them.
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24 Nov 2023
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He remembers twenty years of music and a lot of misery before them.
"Let me try again," he says.
Jaskier shifts, his voice turning faint. "What?"
Geralt turns to look at him with an ache in his chest. "I know I won't remember. I know you must have been… patient with me, to still be here after so long. Not just in the loop—before it."
"Geralt," Jaskier says wetly.
"Let me try again, Jask," Geralt begs. "If there's a version of me that doesn't run, I wanna be him."