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rirupadg · 1 year
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what if danny was kryptonian though. maybe some other space ship crashed years after superman (like kara) crashes in the middle of nowhere illinois. jack and maddie fenton, mad ghost doctors, think it’s a ghost so they investigate. they find some random baby. but hey! the ectoplasmic levels on their detectors are off the charts! let’s take this random child that’s logical.
they don’t really explain where danny came from to jazz. she doesn’t ask many questions, too excited to be a big sister. danny has always known he’s adopted, but doesn’t really care to know about his birth parents. too bad the fentons forgot to tell him he’s an alien before phantom matches superman’s abilities during a fight. in front of the justice league. whoops.
(edit this post has art now!)
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cyrwrites · 1 year
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Time Capsule
In Krypton, they used the Phantom Zone for the worst of criminals. However, they were also aware of the existence of entities whose power even overpowered theirs, but chose to live in the Cursed Realm. Over the ages, that often lead to worship. The House of El was notorious for not worshiping a godly warrior, but a godly protector. Dan-El.
Note: Time in the Infinite Realms is a little wonky when it comes to Krypton. Some days, the dead planet is even alive if you want to visit it through the Infinite Realms.
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lordgrimoire · 1 month
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First of all, I thought of a name for this au, Grave Guard, so there’s that. Now onto the snippet!
(Interview 0032:Major Franklin Kowalski, 1st Dimensional Guard Battalion, Illinois National Guard)
Batman:So what you’re saying is that he’s a child?
Major Kowalski:Yes, and we’re trying to keep his ID just amongst locals, I’m sorry if the Ghosts get a bit defensive but no one wants the kid getting dragged off when he can’t protect himself.
Batman:Hn
M. Kowalski:Yeah yeah I get it, not the best situation, his current getup was partially our fault since you could easily peg who he was before, but that’s for another time, you wanted to ask a question?
Batman:Yes, President Luthor said that he would rather we not go “The Way of Krypton” I would like to know what that means.
M. Kowalski: Alright, so we send in teams into the Infinite Realms now and then, usually one of three teams. During one of these expeditions Team Dogtown found the old Resting Place of the Kryptonians, their Afterlife, or what’s left of it.
Batman:What’s Left of it?
M. Kowalski:Yeah, the Ancients of Krypton, think really old important spirits, maybe even dead gods, and the spirit of their planet were destroyed by something that carved their Afterlife apart to make a place called the “Phantom Zone”, a Prison, we encountered a Prisoner there who was bound to the outside of it, perpetually trapped against it who claimed to be the last sane soldier of Krypton, poor fool, anyways from what we figured out between him and some more publicly available data in the Realms we found out that Kryptons Core, that of the Planet, had already been destabilized, and its spirit was the only thing holding it together so when the Spirit of Krypton got Whacked…
Batman:The World fell apart…Where are we sitting on that?
M. Kowalski:Earth is Geologically Stable, the Destruction of Earths’ Spirit on the other hand…
Batman:Understood, should we assign someone to Amity Park?
M.Kowalski: Only if you feel the need to, Phantom won’t be graduating for a few years yet but if and when that time comes I’ll let ya know. If you want the League to be more prepared for Spooky hijinx like this, well this is likely the safest place to learn.
Batman:Noted, thank you for your time Major Kowalski, I hope this didn’t disrupt your day.
M. Kowalski:You kiddin? I’ve been looking forward to these debriefs, at least this way I don’t have to go over every scrap hoping not to peeve some General. Thank You Bats, now I’m off to my next thing!
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suzukiblu · 4 months
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Day eighteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.
“Definitely somewhere nice,” Tim says, trying not to get distracted by watching Kon drink the last of his smoothie. Why is this bastard  so attractive all the time, anyway? Tim doesn’t think Superman is attractive. Superman is just, like, generically and creepily too-perfectly handsome. Like a Ken doll or AI art. Kon looks like somebody with an actual personality. 
Tim is aware that Superman possesses an actual personality, yes, but it’s one that he spends half his life fucking lying about in one direction or another, so Tim doesn’t think it should even count at this point. Kon is honest. Genuine. Superman? Superman is sincere, maybe, but also is the asshole who’s let Kon think he doesn’t have a secret identity and left him to rot in a shitty lab and only just took him to the Fortress for the first time. 
Robin hasn’t told Kon his real name either, but at least Kon knows he has one. He can’t tell him his identity, but he was clear about that from the start and clear about its existence. Superman doesn’t tell Kon much of anything, Tim’s realizing. 
He wonders if Kon even knew the Fortress existed before Superman took him to it. He wonders if that’s the only time Superman's ever told him anything about Krypton. 
Considering what a big deal gets made of Superman being the last member of a dead civilization and dying race, you’d think he’d fucking care about telling his only genetic relative about it. Or just care about that relative, if nothing else. Which–look, Supergirl isn’t actually Kryptonian, she’s a protoplasmic matrix from an alternate universe who was loosely based on one, and Steel is an unenhanced human inside his armor. But Kon wasn’t just based on Superman, though, didn’t just take up the “S” out of respect–Kon was made directly from him, and made to be him. Has actual Kryptonian DNA in him and personal reasons to maybe care about Krypton as more than a very brief mention in someone else's history; has Superman’s DNA, and is probably the closest thing Superman’s ever going to get to seeing another Kryptonian who isn’t a probably-murderous Phantom Zone escapee. 
As far as Tim can tell, though, Superman thinks Kon’s an accessory more than anything else, and not even one he particularly cares to trot out. Like a stray dog in his neighborhood that he occasionally pets or leaves some kibble out for, but hasn’t bothered getting vaccinated or actually taking inside. Superboy isn’t his sidekick or his partner or anyone he supports outside of the occasional temporary emergency; he’s just some random kid he spares a moment for every now and then. Not a consistent presence in his life; not someone he considers a responsibility in his life. 
Tim exhales, carefully packs up the thoughts that are a little bit too “supervillain” for this stage in the process, and goes to find the clerk, who’s very happy to sign them up for a plan and accident insurance and sell them the phone and case and also some screen protectors and earbuds and a UV sanitizer and electronic wipes and then one of those PopSocket grip things with a neon-tinted sunset and some palm trees silhouetted on it. Tim seriously considers getting Kon a tablet too, but maybe that can wait a week or so; Kon’s looking a little overwhelmed right now. 
. . . then again, they’re already here, so . . . 
One tablet and a new set of screen protectors and another case and additional accident insurance later, the clerk is delighted enough that Tim knows they make commission and Kon is staring at him in obvious bewilderment as he pays for it all. 
“Hey, Tim,” Kon says very slowly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you maybe have, like, some impulse control issues?” 
“No,” Tim lies as he programs his civilian number into Kon's contacts, then hands him his all set-up new phone and takes the very full bags with everything else in them from the clerk. “Wanna go walk around a little?” 
Specifically, go walk around until he spots something else he can justify buying for Kon. Maybe more jeans, if nothing else. He can say it'll be easier than having to buy Kon a new outfit every time they want to hang out. 
Not that he won't be doing that anyway, given half a chance, but Kon doesn't know that. 
Yet.
“Um, sure,” Kon says, and they head out of the store, leaving a very pleased salesperson behind with their commission. “You know, I can carry those, you don't have to–” 
“I'm kind of enjoying it, honestly,” Tim says with a shrug. He actually is, if only for the novelty factor of being the one carrying something for Kon for once. Kon turns red again and Tim immediately finds a new reason to enjoy carrying the bags. 
“Uh,” Kon says, glancing down at his new phone and turning it over in his hands. “Okay.” 
They walk a little as Kon plays with his phone, downloading apps and rearranging icons on the screen, and Tim keeps an eye out for tempting stores. They just ate, technically, so lunch can probably wait until they've hit another one or two. They could go to a movie, maybe; it'd reinforce Kon getting used to him paying for things. Wouldn't really get him anything material, though, and Tim's really trying to do as much of that as he can right now. Just in case Kon loses interest too quickly, he means. 
Well, he's got other identities to use, if he needs them. He can keep trying until Kon stays interested long enough to get him to the full execution of the lifestyle change. Tim can be patient, if it takes a few tries. He definitely wouldn't have picked his actual identity for this plan, if he'd thought of it sooner. 
. . . hm. Jewelry, maybe? Kon only really wears the one earring, but that’s just in the field anyway. Maybe he’d be up for some more accessories off it. The piercers obviously are out, but it’s still an option. Or boots or shoes that aren’t actually a part of his costume, or some new sunglasses. Salon and beauty supplies are an obvious no, art supplies definitely aren’t gonna appeal, he doubts the record store or comic shop or bookstore would either, he’s not even going to glance at Victoria’s Secret, he doesn’t know about the game store, and they’re definitely not going to the Hallmark Store or Yankee Candle. 
Or, god forbid, Bath & Body Works. 
Clothes are probably the best bet at this point, yeah, Tim is pretty sure. They can hit up a department store or something, maybe. Or maybe . . . well, he’s not sure, because he actually has no idea how Kon would want to dress if he weren’t in costume. Like, at all. 
He also doesn’t really know if Kon has any interests or hobbies beyond, like, watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker and hitting on pretty girls. Does he? Like, what does he actually do in his downtime? 
Considering Tim is ninety-four percent certain Kon would die for literally anyone on the team, including himself, it’s a little weird to not know what he does to just . . . relax, or whatever. 
Okay. Start with jewelry, shoes, and clothes, and then use the browsing and window-shopping time to subtly interrogate Kon about what else he’s interested in checking out. That’s a reasonable plan of attack. He’ll take Kon to the cheesy airbrush T-shirt store or goddamn Build-A-Bear, if the bastard wants, that’s–
Hm. Actually . . . 
Well, it might be a stupid idea, or at least an idea Kon would think was stupid, but . . . 
Tim adjusts his route as he rolls over the idea currently in his head. Maybe it is stupid, but it’s, well . . . date-like, isn’t it? Like, it’s something he’d definitely have done for Steph or Ariana if he’d thought they’d like it. And this still isn’t their first date or even really a date at all, because Tim has standards and Kon deserves them, but that doesn’t mean he should be half-assing things here. 
Also, literally any excuse to buy Kon something, at this point. Even a kind of silly thing. 
“I want to check on something,” he says, and Kon glances sidelong at him again, looking curious. 
“Check on what?” he asks. 
“That'd be a spoiler,” Tim says, then crosses over to the toy store across the walkway. “Over here.” 
“Aren't we a little too old for this place?” Kon says, squinting skeptically up at the brightly-colored sign. “Actually I'm pretty sure I was born too old for this place.” 
“Who cares?” Tim asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 
“. . . alright, valid response,” Kon allows with a wry grin, then follows him into the store. Tim hasn't been in a toy store for anything not Robin-related in ages unless he counts the occasional game store visit, and even that he hasn't done in a while, so it is a little weird walking into one again. Still, he's got an idea and he's on a mission, so it's whatever.  
He glances around and finds what he's looking for pretty quick on a top-to-bottom wall of long shelves, then heads towards them. Kon keeps following him, looking around with badly-concealed curiosity. 
It occurs to Tim that Kon has possibly never actually been in a toy store before. He didn't make it sound like he had been with that “born too old” comment, at least, so unless he got roped into an appearance to promote some Superboy action figure or another . . . 
Not that Tim knows anything about any theoretical Superboy action figures or anything. And he definitely doesn't own three. 
. . . look, technically the one came with the–never mind. 
Tim looks over the wall of shelves while Kon looks at basically everything else, then makes a triumphant noise when he spots what he's after. He wasn't sure they'd have one. He transfers all of the shopping bags to one hand, leans down and plucks his find off the shelf, and then straightens back up and wags it at Kon with a smug smirk. 
“Gift shop stand-in,” he says. Kon blinks at him, then at the soft and fluffy stuffed goat in his hand. It doesn't particularly resemble the clay idol from the museum except in the sense of also being a goat, but it's still on-theme, Tim figures. 
“Huh?” Kon says. Tim pushes the goat at him. Kon takes it, looking bewildered. 
“I'm getting it for you,” Tim clarifies. “Consider it me making good on an IOU and also commemorating how good you are at your job.” 
Kon blinks again. Tilts his head. Looks down at the goat in his hands. 
Maybe it is a stupid idea, Tim thinks with a flash of uneasy self-consciousness. Maybe Steph or Ariana would've gone for something like this, but they're both girls, and Kon's a lot more concerned about looking “cool” than either of them ever were, and actually, presenting a guy he barely knows even counting the superheroics they're both regularly doing together with a fluffy little stuffed goat with white fur and stubby horns and, Tim is belatedly realizing, a brown heart-shaped spot over one of its eyes, is probably not the smoothest move anyone has ever pulled. Like–as far as flirting goes, a kid's toy is probably the literal antithesis of sexy or interesting, and Kon's used to, like, confident older women and beach bunnies in little bikinis and the celebrity treatment, not like, stupid kiddie stuff. 
Well, there's a reason Tim wouldn't have picked Tim Drake for this plan if he'd actually set the whole thing up in advance as opposed to just tripping face-first into a convenient opportunity. 
“I mean, if you want it,” he backtracks uncomfortably, suddenly feeling more than a little embarrassed about the whole idea. He'd thought it was date-like enough, getting somebody you were flirting with a stuffed animal. Though in retrospect usually that's, like, teddy bears on Valentine's Day and flowers and chocolate are involved, not just a freaking random goat you just plucked off a mall toy store shelf and–
“Uh,” Kon says, flicking his eyes up from the goat to look at him again, and his face is suddenly very, very red. “Okay. Sure.”
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inkedroplets · 1 year
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The vague similarities between Katie's Continental character and Doctor Poison had me imagining a Supercorp AU where Kara is raised on Themiscyra instead of Midvale. I'm thinking Clark thinks it's the best place to be raised when she has trouble controlling her strength and Diana offers to take her in to both give her a home and to train her. Kara is mostly happy on the island. It's not Krypton but it's a home that she slowly acclimates to over the years. But she longs to see what lies beyond the island. To see where Kal has made his home. Whenever she hints at wanting to leave the island, she's rebuffed gently. Man's world is not just dangerous but as Amazons are not meant to set foot off the island, she would risk banishment if she left. It's a discussion for another time. An opportune moment when Diana can convince Hippolyta that she should be allowed to leave. "You just need to be a little bit more patient, Kara," Diana assures her during a training session. And Kara is... for a time. Until Diana returns one day with grim news. Clark has been injured. Hurt. Something that they thought impossible. (His weakness to kryptonite isn't common knowledge). He's in a coma. Something that Diana considers keeping from Kara but in the end can't bear to do so. "Lena Luthor," Diana says and hands Kara the remnants of what looks like a spent canister. "She's made many weapons like this... We've been trying to track her down for ages... Her brother has tried assisting in her capture but..." She shakes her head. "I never imagined she would create something capable of hurting Kal."
The attack on Superman makes Hippolyta put her foot down. Kara is not to leave the island until the threat has passed. A decision that Kara can't abide. She doesn't try to hide that she plans to leave the island. To hunt down whoever hurt Kal, knowing that whoever did is a danger to everyone else. "If nothing will dissuade you from your course," Hippolyta says with a heavy heart, knowing she can't waver when Kara has made her declaration to leave in front of so many. "If you set foot off the island, you are to never return." The prospect of leaving another home is enough to give her pause, to consider her options but when she sneaks from her chambers in the dead of night she's surprised to see her armor and her weapons waiting for her. A parting gift from Hippolyta. It doesn't take Kara long to track down a lead. She's made no efforts to hide what she's doing, being reckless in her pursuit only to come back to her modest apartment to a note that tells her they know how to find Lena Luthor. "It's too easy," Diana warns when Kara tells her that someone might have information about Lena. "We've never been able to track her down in all the time we've spent searching for her. Trusting that a stranger might be able to do that..." She shakes her head again. "We need to be cautious. Make sure it's not a trap." "Of course," Kara replies and while she understands Diana's trepidation, she can't help but go alone to the meeting. An abandoned warehouse. She has time to scope out the place, seeing only one person inside, her guard still up. She forces her way through a rusted door to get inside and spots the lone figure standing in a nest of shadows. "You're looking for Lena Luthor?" Barely even a question but Kara answers affirmatively anyway and that's when the figure steps out of the darkness. It's Lena. Kara rushes forward without thinking and has her hand on her throat, lifting her easily. "You!" she seethes and her eyes glow a violent red for only a moment. She expects to see hatred, maybe fear on the woman's face but sees nothing of the sort. If anything, she looks almost relieved at the prospect Kara might unleash all her rage upon her. "I didn't hurt Superman," she whispers hoarsely and a solitary tear rolls down the side of her face and down her mask. "I didn't hurt anybody." Kara knows better than to believe her but she drops her, lets her tumble to the ground. "You did," Kara whispers and reaches for the spent canister that Diana brought to her. "This is yours," she hisses and sees red when Lena nods.
"My research," Lena pleads. "I never wanted to turn it into a weapon. That was my brother's doing..." And it all comes out. Lex's facade as a humanitarian that he has carefully crafted. The one sane Luthor that has tried time and time again to stop his sister's more sinister inclinations have been nothing but smoke and mirrors. Even her mask is nothing more than a prop she's been forced to wear. 'To look the part' "Why do it then?" Kara asks, unsure of whether or not she should believe her. "Why help him, why let him pin all the blame onto you?" And that's when Lena pulls out a polaroid from her back pocket. "If I don't," she says and holds the photo up to the light. "He'll kill my best friend." When Kara leans closer, she sees a man tied to a chair, looking ragged, looking weak but relatively unharmed. "Jack," Lena murmurs. "I want to save him," she says, getting straight to the point. "I want to stop my brother, and I need your help."
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xactodreams · 7 months
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Supercorp Fic Recs
for the anon who asked me for fic recs—
first let me shamelessly self promote a fic a very dear friend of mine wrote, whom I collaborated with to format into an actual CatCo magazine. (that I totally printed out and got Katie to sign)
Her Brother's Keeper by ProfessorSpork
A CatCo Magazine exclusive by Kara Danvers Photos by James Olsen
Chapters:  3/3  Words:  7,910
(artwork is chapter 3)
Completed works I’ve read more than once
A Ribbon at a Time by abcooper After Lex Luthor defeated Superman, after the courts declared him innocent, after CADMUS rose to power, 16 year old Kara Danvers went into hiding. Five years later, a chance encounter with L-Corp CEO Lena Luthor throws her back into everything she's been running from.
Chapters: 5/5  Words: 27,929
We Need a New Song by uhpockuhlipz the ballet AU that's mostly not actually about ballet.
Chapters: 17/17  Words: 70,495
The Laws of Fate by sten06 A soulmate story with a twist. Lena has the ability to see the red string of fate, and the power to change it from one holder to another. She meets her match, after years of pining, but she's left having to make an agonizing decision.
Chapters: 7/7  Words: 85,760
Supergirl In Training by wtfoctagon Lena Luthor doesn't plan to have any kids. Or to get married, even, really. After the revelation that she is actually of Luthor blood after all, she's quite set on ending the family line with her and not taking the risk of any more drama.
Then Lorelai L. Danvers crashes into her life, claiming to be her seventeen year old daughter from the future.
Chapters: 19/19  Words: 71,381
listen closely and the stars will sing by celaenos Lena casts her mind around for the last time she felt this unmoored, this off-balance, by a woman, and can't come up with anything. Kara Danvers is unlike anybody that Lena has ever met; the sweetest, bubbliest person Lena’s yet to come across, and simultaneously one of the saddest, who is probably lying to everyone that she meets. It’s an impossible contradiction to wrap your head around, and Lena should probably stop hiding in this bathroom and trying.
(Or, Kara and Lena get parent-trapped into a relationship by a goofy little alien.)
Chapters: 14/14  Words: 118,667
The Fifth Wall by Black_Tea_and_Bones Kara goes to bed with Mon-El, and wakes up with Lena Luthor.
But it isn't Kara’s bed, and they’re not in Lena’s apartment, and that is definitely not their baby... Right?
Chapters: 29/29  Words: 109,273
Something Borrowed by janewithawhy Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. Three weddings and the two women who attend them.
Chapters: 3/3  Words: 49,473
An Ocean of Fire by IcarusAndHerSun Medieval AU
Kara Zor-El, princess of Krypton, was a prisoner – and she was scheduled to become a martyr.
Chapters: 47/47  Words: 139,568
leave tomorrow behind (series) by Jazzfordshire Kara is a sexless housewife in 1969, feeling trapped and not knowing why. But when mysterious, kind-hearted Lena Luthor moves in next door, hosting swinger’s parties but ignoring the men, Kara’s whole world shifts on its axis.
Works: 2  Words: 53,961
there's a big old moon shining down at night by Jazzfordshire Needing to get away from the stress of her job for a few months, Lena buys a summer lake house in the most remote town she can find. She fully intends on keeping to herself, resting, and interacting as little as possible with the local colour.
That is until her car breaks down, and the town mechanic happens to be the hottest woman she’s ever seen.
Chapters: 7/7  Words: 71,987
run the red out by searidings red daughter is dead, yes, but she's not gone. not really. kara (and lena) have to come to terms with what that means.
Chapters: 4/4  Words:  69,797
you and me (and you makes three) by searidings fourteen-year-old kara shows up in present-day lena's office. things go about as well as could be expected.
Chapters: 1/1  Words: 10,478
i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day by robie In which Kara is a whole entire idiot, Alex is a permanent mood, and Lena is just glad Kara is there for her, as her fake wife, while she recovers from another quarterly attempt on her life.
Chapters: 1/1  Words: 6,400
let all your damage damage me by searidings after the horror of the phantom zone, lena helps kara heal however she can.
Chapters: 1/1  Words: 25,169
WIPs I’m Currently Obsessed With
Evil by Marieke_things_dreams_and_stuff Following the 100th episode of Supergirl, Metallo Lena crosses universes and ends up at LuthorCorp, set on getting her revenge on Supergirl. Kara not only has to deal with someone trying to kill her again, she also has to explain to her best friend why and how her carbon-copy is walking around LuthorCorp, and has to keep her sister from actually killing the Other Lena.
And why is it easier to talk to the Other Lena who wants to kill her than it is to talk to her actual best friend?
Chapters: 14/15  Words: 168,305
Queen Of The Damned by JadedLover The medieval supercorp zombie AU
Chapters 9/10  Words: 51,236
Honorable Mentions
with the birds i'll share this lonely view by searidings something terrible happens at mount norquay. kara and lena have to try to pick up the pieces.
Chapters: 3/3  Words: 41,713
don't go slow 'cause you're gonna be someone by robie The Wedding Date AU, inspired by the movie
Chapters: 6/6  Words: 59,904
is it gravity (or are we fallin' in love?) by coffeeshib Kara isn’t dating. Lena isn’t dating. Kara and Lena try not dating each other. Even if the lines start to blur a little. Even if they do the most girlfriend things.
They won’t date.
They won’t.
Chapters: 13/13  Words: 151,305
The Power of Deliverance by sten06 Kara as Persephone and Lena as Hades ;)
Chapters: 12/12  Words: 178,370
pour me a drink by lunchables a celebrity/bartender au
Chapters: 24/24  Words: 277,261
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tenshi-tamagotchi-ao · 8 months
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Danny phantom Superman au Clark Kent wasn’t the only one that survived his planet being destroyed his half brother was also sent to earth with his best friend Cujo ◦ Superman arrived first on earth years later baby Danny did he knows Superman is his brother ◦ Danny is from krypton fall from the sky in a spaceship while Maddie and Jack are doing ghost research ◦ Danny starts in herring powers out a very young age ◦ He can you do everything superman can do ◦ Fenton’s take Danny in and raise him as their own ◦ Sam and Tucker convinced Danny to go into the portal Cujo accidentally follows Danny in ◦ Maddie, Jack and Jazz knows about him being Danny phantom and supports him ◦ Cujo is just like Danny ◦ And Danny phantom was born but he still had all his powers ◦ Danny knows all different types of martial arts he also Smart can built anything like his parents ◦ Danny was clone by Vlad Masters not knowing that he is a alien Dani came to be and was adopted into the Fenton family as Danny’s daughter she D-age to a 1 years old after saving her ◦ Danny’s ghost king ◦ Cujo is somewhere protecting Ellie ◦ They don’t Trust tell Sam and Tucker about Danny have Alien Powers because they betray Danny to the GIW ◦ Danny’s parents are dead and Jazz is in college ◦ Batman is the one who fines Danny in the GIW being experimented on ◦ Superman is a adult and Danny is 16 when they meet ◦ Superman and justice league finds out that Danny handled being cloned better than him🤣
Anyone can have it I just thought it would be a good idea
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timbourinedrake · 1 month
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the brain worms kicked in and now I have a fully formed Dune au...
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Ramblings (and Dune spoilers I guess??) under the cut
OK SO
The Waynes = The Atreides. Bruce is obviously gonna be the Duke, with Alfred as his Mentat. Talia is his wife and part of the Bene Gesserit, and together they have Damian, who is raised as heir. Dick, Jason and Tim are Bruce's adopted sons but as they're not related by blood, they are not considered heirs by the other houses (cus of the mating index and all that jazz). Jason=Duncan Idaho, Dick=Gurney Halleck and Tim=Hawat (he and Alfred share Hawats role in the story). (they fit these roles stupidly well if you think about it too hard).
The Waynes get sent to Arrakis Krypton to replace the Al Ghuls. Kryptonians take the place of Fremans, and Clark is Liet and imperial planetologist (therefore making Jon=Chani)
The same basic politics and plot beats happen, leaving Bruce, Clark and (temporarily) Jason dead, Dick on the run, separated from a pregnant Talia and Damian, who are also on the run, and Tim and Alfred being poisoned and used as Ra's mentat.
Also just to note in this au, Ra's actually does suspect that Talia is his daughter and that's why he's so interested in Damian, whilst Talia is fully aware of her lineage and tells Damian. Ra's sucks in this but he's at least not a pedo like the Baron is
The rest of Dune plays out as is, with Damian becoming the Muad'dib, Talia becoming the Sayyadina and giving birth to Athanasia, who looks just like a mini Bruce and has her freaky powers, and they eventually take down the Al Ghuls.
Ngl I would just leave it there instead of following the rest of the Dune books because 1. I can't think of who could suitably fit the Padishah Emperor and co. and 2. I just want them to be a happy family at the end and not having Damian become the messiah and start a holy war.
which is. kinda defeating the point of Dunes message. but at the same time this is a batman au and it doesn't have to be that deep because i said so :p
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xenokattz · 6 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
Nabbed from everyone such as, but not limited to, @umber-cinders , @tielan , @suzukiblu (I think), and @beatrice-otter . Please check their posts out!
Listed from oldest to newest. Ish.
Extasie Doth Unperplex
Most of all, Clark loved Lois for not running.
Clois. Comics Superman but can be read as any Superman universe, smutty smut tentacle smut
TW: none known
That time I turned Superman into a Cthulu-style alien & then wrote atmospheric smut. This is one of maybe 2 or 3 fics that burst forth fully formed from my brain, written frantically in 1 night, and thrown at my friends/betas asking them to judge the hell out of it because WTAF. 🤣 I've never written tentacle sex/monster fucking before, I'm not sure I ever will again, but damn I love this one incoherently.
Cho Chang and the Jasmine Code
Before returning to help her former schoolmates in the Battle of Hogwarts, Cho Chang fought against Voldemort & his follows in a more covert manner.
Cho Chang, Victor Krum + many HP side-characters. War is hell, para-canon (is that a thing?)
TW: violent injuries, mentions of death/severe injury to underage characters, refugee experiences
I've never described myself as a Potterhead/rabid HP fan the way I am with superhero media & Star Wars. I was more interested in the world-building than the plot and was, therefore, very disappointed when there was nothing extensive about the other schools of magic after "Goblet of Fire." Also at the time, my bestie was into creating various East Asian HP magic so I jumped on board her crazy train and tried to play with how culture would affect magic the same way it affects other forms of research & technology.
D'Ancanto
Drugs. Multi-state gangs. Mutant-killing virus. Civil unrest. Plot to assassinate a racist senator. Just another Tuesday for Marie D'Ancanto, NYPD detective in the country's first Mutant Crimes Task Force.
Rogue | Marie D'ancanto + many other X-Men including Gambit, Colossus, & Jubilee. Fox-movieverse X-Men. AU-ish futurefic/canon divergence.
TW: drug use/abuse, someone causes the violent death of their friend, mutants as a blatant metaphor for racism/homophobia.
Parents shouldn't have favourites but, NGL, this is one of my most precious babies. I was gonna scratch the serial number off this sucker & try to shop it as an original series. Still might. Again, I wanted to worldbuild-- what does being a mutant mean outside of superheroes? How would your average mutant, passing or not, be treated by society in general? How would society organize themselves with this new minority? I planned for this to be a trilogy; the sequel, Rasputin, has HEAVY trigger warnings for sexual exploitation/slavery (with a suspicion that it could happen to a minor but it doesn't), kidnapping of a minor, terminal illness, violent death of sex workers. Probably my only dead dove.
A Flame in Two Cupped Hands
Six years and two thousand coffee cups separated Lois and Clark's first real hello and last real good-bye.
Clois. Man of Steel Superman. Coffeeshop AU with a side of plot and smut that's miiiiildly hot for teacher.
TW: none known
I really, really, REALLY wanted to love Man of Steel. Henry Cavill's Clark was hot, Amy Adams' Lois had promise plus they played with her being older than Clark. The whole Krypton society thing is EXACTLY my jam. But the more I went back to it, the less the story failed to resonate with my understanding of Superman. Which is one of the reasons we fic. 😁 This fic also goes to show I cannot write without plot. Even my coffeeshop AUs & porns get plot.
The Pearl I Carry in My Heart
"Am I understanding you correctly, Princess? That your suggestion for strengthening our alliance is arranged marriages between our available tribal leaders and theirs?"
Shuri smiled, a forced twisted thing. "Not quite, Elder. My suggestion for strengthening this alliance is an arranged marriage between K’uk’ulkan and me."
Nashuri with side Attoye. MCU Black Panther & Namor. Post-canon, political marriage/alliances, enemies to friends to lovers, ridiculous slow burn I'm not kidding about how slow it is.
TW: mentions death of a sibling, injury causing amputation, a major character has depressive/anxiety episodes due to PTSD
For more than 5 years, my writing dried up. Lots of different factors in there, both fan and life related. Then Black Panther: Wakanda Forever came out. And there was RIDICULOUS world-building, both expansions of Wakanda and the new society of Talokan, where colonialism never happened. I'm not of indigenous Mesoamerican descent but their history and that of my ancestors are so similar; EVERYTHING about Talokan resonated with me. I already loved Wakanda but add Talokan and it. Just. Was all. *Kermit flail*
Soft, no pressure tag to @pilesofpillows, @dasphinxone & @gaal-dornick because I'm pretty sure everyone else I know has done this already. But everyone else, please feel free to nab!
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eliemo · 1 year
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Reunion
A scene for my Medieval Royalty au because I've had non stop brain rot about it where Bruce and Dick reunite after almost a year of thinking the other is dead
Bruce followed Clark through the mud, the grass still damp with early morning dew, walking vigil at his side with a hand moving to over the hilt of his sword. 
Clark glanced at his movement, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile, but he didn't say anything about it. The King was far too relaxed for his own good, especially out here unprotected, preparing to meet with a stranger. 
“He’s not a stranger,” Clark had said, when Bruce had tried to persuade him to bring more men. “I had a perfectly nice conversation with him when he arrived last night. He just wants to meet for negotiations, I agreed to walk into town with him. He seems like a smart kid, I think he could be useful.”
Bruce had missed the traveler’s arrival last night, Clark granting him the day off when Tim had fallen ill, his fever spiking in the early morning. He was awake now, and he’d proven able to keep water down, so Bruce had left Jason in charge of the kids and insisted on accompanying Clark to meet with his new friend. 
“A mysterious stranger shows up in your kingdom and wants to meet privately with the King to discuss the possibility of work and housing,” Bruce said. “He’s offering information on Queen that he couldn’t share with an audience. It’s suspicious and convenient.” 
Someone familiar with Oliver’s kingdom also ran the risk of Bruce being recognized, another reason he wasn’t exactly eager to allow this stranger to stay inside the gates, let alone get anywhere near Clark. 
On top of that, Clark had said they’d been traveling with a companion from the House Allen. He’d trusted Barry during his reign, his family were good people, but he wasn’t entirely convinced one of them recognizing him or his children wouldn’t spark some sort of conflict. 
If they were at risk of capture they’d need to flee again, and none of them were in the place to be on the run right now. Not until Tim was fully recovered at the very least, and that could take weeks. 
He caught Clark staring with a shameless grin, and Bruce scowled. “That’s how I met you, B. Don’t be a hypocrite.” 
Bruce didn’t have an argument for that, scowl deepening as he followed Clark through the field, scanning the horizon for any signs of an ambush. 
Their company didn’t keep them waiting, and Bruce’s guard rose immediately when he caught sight of two figures walking towards them in the distance, still small specks against the gray sky, the orange glow of early sunlight just barely illuminating their approach as it peeked up over the hills. 
“Stay behind me,” Bruce instructed, coming to a halt as he waited for the travelers to approach. “We wait here.” 
Clark ignored his command, as the stubborn King of Krypton often did, but he at least stopped walking when his knight did, coming to a gentle stop at Bruce’s side, their shoulders brushing. 
“That’s him,” Clark said, raising his hand in greeting. “See? Everything’s fine.” 
Bruce hummed under his breath, unimpressed, watching him smile out of the corner of his eye. Clark still didn’t seem to understand how to be a king, how to harness that untouchability, the power and nobility that came with a crown. He was too friendly, too approachable, too vulnerable. If Bruce didn’t know better, he’d mistake his King for a commoner. He needed to learn, or his reign would end the same way Bruce’s had. 
Maybe, if the opportunity rose, Bruce would give him some pointers. 
It was an impossible thought, opening up about that part of his life with Clark, trusting him with that knowledge. It could never happen. 
It felt like a distant memory now, something far away and forever out of his reach. 
It had caused him nothing but grief, anyway. And he knew Clark felt the same about his own place. 
He could see the travelers better now, each of them guiding a horse by the reins, the animals trailing proudly behind them. 
Something twisted in his gut when he recognized freckled skin and a mop of wind blown red hair. He hadn’t expected noble blood. He’d met Wally West a handful of times, and only in passing at the occasional meeting with his uncle, but Bruce never let himself forget a face, and a handful of brief meetings still ran the risk of his voice being recognized the moment he opened his mouth. 
He squinted to make out the second man through the distance. He seemed to be about West’s age, taller, darker skin and black hair and…
Bruce’s heart dropped to his stomach. 
He was pulling off his helmet before he even fully registered the decision, unmasking himself in the crisp morning air. He felt Clark stiffen beside him when he dropped it to the ground, saw the two approaching travelers falter and stare, but it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. 
“Bruce?” 
Bruce ignored him and started forward, throat closing up tight until he couldn’t catch his breath, boots sinking into the mud as he dropped everything and ran, desperate, pushing to close the last of the distance in between them as fast as he possibly could. 
And he was doing the same, running towards Bruce like a string had been cut, months of heartbreak and pain and grief laid out plainly for them both to see. 
They met in the middle, skidding to a frantic stop in the mud, and Bruce pulled his son to his chest without another moment of hesitation. 
Dick went willingly, melting against his armor, scrambling to cling to his back and bury his face into his chest. It was far from comfortable with the armor they were both wearing, especially ankle deep in the muddy grass, but Bruce didn’t care. 
“Bruce?” Dick called, craning his neck and looking up at him with wide eyes, like there was still some doubt, like this was a trick or illusion. Bruce just held on tighter. “You’re…. you–” 
“Are you alright?” Bruce demanded, pulling back just enough to scan Dick for injuries. He looked… exhausted. And older- painfully older. But he didn’t appear to be hurt. “Are you alright?” 
“Am I alright?” Dick echoed, and Bruce couldn’t believe they were already arguing. He ignored it, reaching up to gently cup his missing child’s face. “I… Bruce you died, you all… I thought you–” 
“I’m okay,” Bruce said, brushing overgrown hair out of Dick’s face with a silver glove. “I’m okay, Dick. We’re all okay.” 
Dick froze, shiny brown eyes like saucers when he blinked up at him. Bruce had missed him more than he had words to express. “All of you?” 
“All of us,” Bruce said. “We’re okay. We got out, Chum. We’re okay.” 
He saw Dick’s face crumple, saw the weight of the world slide off his shoulders and was right there to catch him again when he slumped forward with a broken sob. 
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around Dick’s back again and pulling him close. “I’m here now, it’s okay. It’s all okay now.” 
He clutched at him like he was a child again, trembling in his hold, and Bruce was reminded with enough force to knock the wind right out of his chest that he still was. He’d barely been a man the last time Bruce had seen him, nearly a year ago now, and he didn’t even want to begin to imagine what this boy had been through these last months, alone and scared, with the weight of an entire family, an entire kingdom, ripped away from him the moment he’d had his back turned. 
Dick squeezed him and Bruce allowed it, resting his chin atop his hair like he’d done so many times before. “I thought… I- I thought–” 
“I know,” Bruce said. “We did too.” 
It was nothing short of a miracle that Dick had been able to evade capture this long, with what felt like the whole world looking for him. He’d never given up hope, never stopped telling himself that Dick was alright, that he was surviving, that he was out there somewhere trying to make his way home. But he’d long ago accepted the cold truth that he’d never see him again. 
And now here he was, back in Bruce’s arms. He supposed if anyone could manage it, it was Dick. Jason had been right, he was the best of them. 
He didn’t know how much time had passed before Dick pulled back, Bruce reaching up to cup his cheek again, still marveling at the fact that this was real, that he had his family back together, whole and unharmed. 
Dick’s gaze moved to something over Bruce’s shoulder, quickly stepping back out of his space, and Bruce was suddenly reminded that it wasn’t just the two of them, alone to reunite in the dawn. 
Wally had his eyes on the ground, hands folded behind his back, sparing Dick a small glance and a smile, before briefly meeting Bruce’s eyes. He recognized him, then. And was decidedly not making a scene. Good. 
He could feel Clark’s eyes on him, his confusion and questions bubbling to the surface, and Bruce stubbornly refused to look his way, itching to reach out and pull his son closer to his side. 
They had a lot of catching up to do, assuming Clark allowed Dick the same protection he’d given Bruce and they got that chance. 
He would. He had to. Nothing in the world could rip Bruce’s family away from him again. 
“Your Majesty,” Dick greeted with a bow in Clark’s direction and Bruce stared straight ahead, trying not to count the seconds his son was out of his reach again. “Good morning.” 
“Good morning,” Clark echoed, and Bruce could hear his insufferable smile. “I… see you’ve met, Bruce.” 
“Uh, yeah,” Dick said slowly. He turned to Bruce, silently searching for permission. “We–” 
“He’s my son,” Bruce said, for once allowing himself to speak without second guessing himself, facing Clark’s startled look head on. “My oldest.” 
There was a hand on his shoulder, the King’s eyes going wide, and Bruce felt like the morning was holding its breath. He’d told Clark what he could, as scarce as he could manage, and he knew the questions and suspicions this could raise. 
But right now it didn’t matter. Dick was alive, and he didn't have the energy to even try to hide that joy. They’d earned the right to celebrate their family being whole again, his heir coming back to him. 
“I thought you said…” Clark trailed off, and Bruce let his relief and fading grief surface, like a book open for the King to read. His gaze softened, his hand squeezing Bruce’s shoulder before turning back to his guests. “Well, then. In that case, Krypton is honored to have you.” 
Dick smiled, the tension in his shoulders dropping. “Thank you, sir.” 
“Come on,” Clark said, stepping back in the direction he came and motioning for the others to follow. “We’ll walk and talk. I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.” 
“Yes,” Bruce agreed, falling back to walk alongside Dick as he led his horse through the mud, his smile the exact same as it had been when he was nine years old. Bruce had been terrified he’d never see it again. “We do.” 
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itsybitsybatsyspider · 10 months
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Aight fellas i'm subjecting you all to my current au brainrot.
Superman/DC au
Connor is OG Superman and arrives on earth after the destruction of Krypton. His ship almost crashes into a police lieutenant's car as he and his 6-year old son are driving back home during an October night.
Hank Anderson never expected to be responsible for an alien toddler, and Cole never expected to suddenly be a big brother to an extraterrestrial. But Cole ain't complaining about it and Connor is just a kid who'll probably be put in a lot of danger on his own. And now Cole's looking at Hank with the puppy dog look that always seems to melt his heart. So who is he to say no?
So Connor grows up in the Anderson household, learning to hide his abilities while also trying to understand them. He doesn't know where he came from or why he's like this, and he spends his whole life believing he is the only one.
He has no interest in doing anything more with his time on Earth other than trying to live a normal human life (full of fear) and in the shadows. That is until one day he and Cole get into a car accident. If it wasn't for Connor's invulnerability, Cole would've died. And it's while they're at the hospital, getting Cole checked out and waiting on their dad to come get them, that Connor realizes that there are others in this world who aren't so lucky. He can't imagine what would've happened if he was never there to save his brother. And he knows that if he had never been sent to this planet, then Cole would be dead.
It's a thought jarring enough for him to decide that he can't live the rest of his life like this. He has to do something.
So.. he becomes a vigilante.
I have more thoughts on how Nines and Sixty are incorporated into this, and i have SO MANY thoughts on Connor growing up with Cole as an older brother and Dad!Hank!! I'll definitely be adding onto this ;)
also here's the goddamn photo that started this au idea below the cut:
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megamindsupremacy · 1 year
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To explain Superman's fate in the AU: I really really like the unpublished Golden Age story K Metal from Krypton. Written before kryptonite was introduced, the plot would have been a chunk of Krypton flew over Metropolis as a comet, granting all the humans Kryptonian powers, while ridding Superman of his. Clark would ultimately have to reveal his identity to Lois to deal with the situation. The ramifications of changing the Lois/Clark dynamic to her being upset he kept it secret but being who took care of things when the comet flew by, at this early a stage, would have been amazing but I digress.
Since the AU is supposed to give pre-Crisis vibes, Superman's fate will be a little similar to Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow?. His identity was made public, and his body was almost stolen by the Ultra-Humanite, but to prevent that, he allowed Lex Luthor to inject his body with K-Metal. Following this, he takes on the new identity of Jordan Eliot, allowing the world to believe Superman had perished.
Eventually, though, Jordan Eliot discovers that, although he no longer has powers, his Kryptonian organs allow him to focus the radiation of the K-Metal, and grant powers to people around him (controlling which powers he gives, as well). I like the idea of drifter Jordan Eliot making people hero for a day.
Oh, I love this idea! I'm always interested in seeing how people think Superman will end, be that death or retirement or a nebulous third comic-book explanation. The idea that even though Superman is dead he's still making other people heroes in his own way is just wonderful. I always love people leaning into the inspiration/hope part of Superman, the "you inspired me to be a good person/to be a hero" so him literally, physically turning people into heroes for a day is a great continuation of that concept.
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loveofshows · 1 year
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part 1 of my "Kara and Brainy in the Phantom Zone" AU
All Querl hears is Lex’s laughter.
His taunting- so, Coluan, you were only mostly dead? No matter. You can die with her- as he rushes forward, making it to Supergirl’s side simultaneously in time and too late.
All he sees is the Fortress of Solitude, ice surrounding him, the rest of the people he tried to save- fading from sight, pulled away from him, as though he’s the one who’s been put in a bottle this time.
All he feels is Kara’s hand in his, as they land in a place they both know well.
“We’re in the Phantom Zone.”
~
Their hands haven’t left one another since they got there.
“Your ancestral memories.” Kara says suddenly, if only to hear something at all. “Do they have anything that could help us? I mean, Indigo was sent to Fort Rozz with my aunt and uncle, but…”
“I should ask you for any information.” Querl answers. “You were the one who had to stay here for over twenty years.”
“In my spaceship.” Kara tells him, shivering. “Not out here. And besides, it���s… different now.”
“Indeed.” Querl says as he squeezes her hand. “And as for your question, yes. Besides Indigo herself, I actually have several ancestors who’ve found their way here.”
He lets himself laugh, a little bit.
“You would think they’d expect after a while that any kind of criminal act would get one sent to such a place as this. Especially when dealing with those who discovered it in the first place.”
“The Kryptonians.” Kara says. “Yeah.”
“And, surprisingly, one of my doppelgangers that we met after the Crisis briefly suffered the same fate, while he and the Legion were fighting a child of General Zod.”
“How did that one get out?”
“He had the help of his friends.”
“…Oh.”
~
“I remember it.” Kara says. “Being here. Or, somewhere like here, anyway. My mother- Alura- well… she certainly didn’t expect my pod to be knocked off-course, when I was sent from Krypton. But she said I would sleep most of the way. And I tried, some of the time.”
“But not for decades.”
“No.” Kara agrees, sighing. “Even when I got to Earth, I was afraid to fall asleep- because I didn’t think it was real. Like I would wake up in my pod again, and every hope of escape would be taken away from me. I’d just be stuck there, for years, and nobody would know.”
“And now you have returned.” Querl answers. “Is this how it looked before? You said it was different.”
“It is different.” Kara emphasizes, looking around her. “It seems… fragmented.”
“Like the universes collided with one another.” He observes. “Of course.”
“Which will make it more difficult for them to find us.” Kara says, shoulders slumping. “I can’t imagine where they’d even start looking.”
And without a twelfth-level intellect, the process will be much slower, she thinks.
She imagines it for a moment- Alex or someone else finally forcing an opening, pulling her into the light. Kara asking how long it’s been, and her sister hesitating, before telling her how many years. Or worse, it’s not Alex at all- maybe this time it will have been hundreds of years, or thousands. She pictures the Legion rescuing her and Brainy, his friends happy to see him but saddened when they also glimpse her.
“But they will be looking.” He says. “As for our situation… if you had not been in your pod, is there anywhere here that you would have gone, to keep yourself safe?”
“Yes.” Kara says, a little more confident. “There’s one place.”
~
“I… I hate him.”
“Who?” Kara wonders, but remembering all they’ve recently been through, she knows the answer right after she asks.
“Lex.” She corrects herself. “Yeah. I feel the same way.”
Brainy squeezes her hand again, this time tighter, stepping closer beside her as they continue walking.
“Everything I did was to keep you safe.” He says. “I was sworn to secrecy by one of the other versions of myself- the woman, who called herself the director of the DEO.”
“The one who looked like she could’ve been your sister.” Kara says. “I remember.”
“She told me this was the only way to make things right, that her universe was the closest to ours, and if I did not work with Lex, disaster would occur. Leviathan would win. I could not let that happen.”
“Of course.” Kara answers.
“I knew how much you would lose trust in me.” Brainy says. “But that was necessary. I only hoped that you would forgive me, once it was all over.”
Kara nods.
“I do.” She says. “If that counts for anything.”
“Certainly, in this situation.” He answers. “Thank you.”
Kara smiles at him, and he tentatively smiles back, before going on.
“Every step of the way, I hated working with him.” He says. “Every time he would threaten you, or make some derisive comment about us or any of our friends, I was only more determined to defeat Leviathan with him so that he could be stopped as well. But it had to be in that order. Until then…”
“You were inhibited.”
“Yes.” He agrees. “You see the cruel irony in this situation. But now, I have stopped Leviathan, nearly at the cost of my own life were it not for all of you, and Lex is…”
Kara squeezes his hand.
“Our friends can handle him.” She says. “I hope. But… how did you stop Leviathan? I wasn’t sure, J’onn and Alex said that they were fighting them, but they just vanished.”
“I bottled them, if you can believe it.” Brainy answers. “I uploaded the mortality code that Lex tasked me to get, and used a bottle I found in the DEO vault.”
“You say that as if we didn’t find you almost dead of radiation poisoning.” Kara tells him. “But, if there was any doubt you were good to your core, I think it’s gone now.”
“Yes.” Brainy says. “It is.”
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suzukiblu · 5 months
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I am gonna take the month off from doing daily polls, I think, and concentrate on writing a thing for NaNoWriMo. Not that I won't be writing anything else, I will definitely be writing other things, just I'm gonna make a NaNo project my priority.
Buuuuut due to my current hyperfixations being what they are, I am absolutely gonna make that NaNo project a DC fic, haha. I'm just not sure which idea I wanna go for, so here's some elevator pitches and a poll for y'all to help me decide!
(not guaranteeing I'll write the winner, just I'm gonna use the poll rankings to help me decide which one to try for, if that makes sense)
elevator pitches:
de-aged Kon + the Lane-Kent family
Kon gets magically de-aged to ten years old and Clark and Lois and also-ten!Jon take them in for the duration. Featuring Clark being an oblivious dad, self-discovery enby!Kon, and adorable little-kid crushes on various Robins from various Superboys. Also featuring Consequences and the results thereof.
Jazz and Jason go to Arkham for very different reasons and in very different ways
Jazz Fenton just got hired at Arkham Asylum and everyone keeps saying that the Red Hood is an incredibly difficult patient to work with, but she's more concerned with why no one's been feeding this starving baby halfa the ectoplasm he needs to LIVE. Featuring Jazz smuggling in said ectoplasm, half-feral Jason just delirious enough from hunger to unthinkingly drink the Lazarus water this doctor is pushing on him, and all the complicated shit that happens after that.
Kon is too trans for this pregnancy shit
Closeted!Kon accidentally gets knocked up by a random hookup and now has to explain his gender identity to everyone he knows and also have a baby while NOT explaining his sex life to either the Kents or Smallville. Featuring fake baby daddy Bart, awkward but trying his best Clark, and Tim and Cassie not understanding why Kon and Bart didn't tell them they were sleeping together.
the one where Clark is trans but Kon isn't, and no one actually knows this
Clark is a trans man and Kon is not, but some assumptions have been made by the rest of the world. Featuring Kon's constant escalating internal crisises, Young Justice and Cadmus making some understandable mistakes while trying to respect and validate "him", and Match accidentally being the one true ally for his cister.
Krypton lives and Kara Zor-El did not sign up for this
Kryptonian diplomat Kal-El goes to Earth and gets cloned about it, and somehow Kara is now stuck babysitting her baby cousin's teenage clones back on Krypton while said baby cousin is busy arguing with the council about how said teenage clones should be granted sanctuary and Kryptonian citizenship. Featuring Kon and Match wanting their superpowers back and not understanding why no one wants them to be weapons anymore, accidental mom General Kara Zor-El, and pretty young thing Lena Luthor wearing increasingly weaponized business formal to these intergalactic custody hearings.
obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU
Early-days YJ Tim finds out that Superboy is working for and LIVING in a lab that once tried to mind control him and does the rational thing about it, which is to go "meet" him as Tim Drake and convince him to let him buy him an apartment and pay for his entire life. Featuring accidental sugar daddy Tim, very willing sugar baby Kon, and Clark being extremely stressed about the "daddy" Kon hasn't told him the actual name of.
the Gotham Kid
Cadmus successfully copied Superman's memories into the Kid when they made him, and post-Engine City the Kid runs away from being Superboy so as not to risk any supervillains finding out about said memories and hurting any of the people in them. Featuring being a homeless superpowered teenager in Gotham, meeting a very angry dead Robin and a very cute alive one, and keeping your mouth shut just to make sure there's no risk of Superman ever hearing your voice and finding you.
YJ den mom Black Zero
Kon successfully drags Black Zero back to his own reality for rehabilitation, the responsible adults there all realize they can't ethically dump him in the Phantom Zone for interdimensional crimes they only know of through hearsay, Kon doesn't see the problem with this, and Red Tornado did not ask for a reality-conquering coworker but now he's got one. Featuring Harm regretting all of his life choices, a very pissed-off superclone fistfighting Doug Side, and if anything ever happens to Young Justice, Black Zero will destroy this entire reality and then himself.
YJ packs up and gets pupped
Stray!Kon presents as an omega and doesn't know what to do about it, and Young Justice decides the obvious solution is to pack up but also accidentally knocks him up with an entire litter in the process because whoops, apparently Kryptonian-human hybrids ARE fertile after all. Featuring the comedy of errors that is every single adult in their lives not being told what's going on except for Max and Red Tornado, because obviously Max and Red Tornado, and also YJ setting up a secret identity for Kon and him discovering he kind of likes it.
"something I will supply in the replies!!"
Legit, friends, make your pitches, I am both actively listening and easily influenced.
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cyclone-rachel · 1 year
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A currently unnamed season 6 AU, part 1
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All Querl hears is Lex’s laughter.
His taunting- so, Coluan, you were only mostly dead? No matter. You can die with her- as he rushes forward, making it to Supergirl’s side simultaneously in time and too late.
All he sees is the Fortress of Solitude, ice surrounding him, the rest of the people he tried to save- fading from sight, pulled away from him, as though he’s the one who’s been put in a bottle this time.
All he feels is Kara’s hand in his, as they land in a place they both know well.
“We’re in the Phantom Zone.”
~
Their hands haven’t left one another since they got there.
“Your ancestral memories.” Kara says suddenly, if only to hear something at all. “Do they have anything that could help us? I mean, Indigo was sent to Fort Rozz with my aunt and uncle, but…”
“I should ask you for any information.” Querl answers. “You were the one who had to stay here for over twenty years.”
“In my spaceship.” Kara tells him, shivering. “Not out here. And besides, it’s… different now.”
“Indeed.” Querl says as he squeezes her hand. “And as for your question, yes. Besides Indigo herself, I actually have several ancestors who’ve found their way here.”
He lets himself laugh, a little bit.
“You would think they’d expect after a while that any kind of criminal act would get one sent to such a place as this. Especially when dealing with those who discovered it in the first place.”
“The Kryptonians.” Kara says. “Yeah.”
“And, surprisingly, one of my doppelgangers that we met after the Crisis briefly suffered the same fate, while he and the Legion were fighting a child of General Zod.”
“How did that one get out?”
“He had the help of his friends.”
“…Oh.”
~
“I remember it.” Kara says. “Being here. Or, somewhere like here, anyway. My mother- Alura- well… she certainly didn’t expect my pod to be knocked off-course, when I was sent from Krypton. But she said I would sleep most of the way. And I tried, some of the time.”
“But not for decades.”
“No.” Kara agrees, sighing. “Even when I got to Earth, I was afraid to fall asleep- because I didn’t think it was real. Like I would wake up in my pod again, and every hope of escape would be taken away from me. I’d just be stuck there, for years, and nobody would know.”
“And now you have returned.” Querl answers. “Is this how it looked before? You said it was different.”
“It is different.” Kara emphasizes, looking around her. “It seems… fragmented.”
“Like the universes collided with one another.” He observes. “Of course.”
“Which will make it more difficult for them to find us.” Kara says, shoulders slumping. “I can’t imagine where they’d even start looking.”
And without a twelfth-level intellect, the process will be much slower, she thinks.
She imagines it for a moment- Alex or someone else finally forcing an opening, pulling her into the light. Kara asking how long it’s been, and her sister hesitating, before telling her how many years. Or worse, it’s not Alex at all- maybe this time it will have been hundreds of years, or thousands. She pictures the Legion rescuing her and Brainy, his friends happy to see him but saddened when they also glimpse her.
“But they will be looking.” He says. “As for our situation… if you had not been in your pod, is there anywhere here that you would have gone, to keep yourself safe?”
“Yes.” Kara says, a little more confident. “There’s one place.”
~
“I… I hate him.”
“Who?” Kara wonders, but remembering all they’ve recently been through, she knows the answer right after she asks.
“Lex.” She corrects herself. “Yeah. I feel the same way.”
Brainy squeezes her hand again, this time tighter, stepping closer beside her as they continue walking.
“Everything I did was to keep you safe.” He says. “I was sworn to secrecy by one of the other versions of myself- the woman, who called herself the director of the DEO.”
“The one who looked like she could’ve been your sister.” Kara says. “I remember.”
“She told me this was the only way to make things right, that her universe was the closest to ours, and if I did not work with Lex, disaster would occur. Leviathan would win. I could not let that happen.”
“Of course.” Kara answers.
“I knew how much you would lose trust in me.” Brainy says. “But that was necessary. I only hoped that you would forgive me, once it was all over.”
Kara nods.
“I do.” She says. “If that counts for anything.”
“Certainly, in this situation.” He answers. “Thank you.”
Kara smiles at him, and he tentatively smiles back, before going on.
“Every step of the way, I hated working with him.” He says. “Every time he would threaten you, or make some derisive comment about us or any of our friends, I was only more determined to defeat Leviathan with him so that he could be stopped as well. But it had to be in that order. Until then…”
“You were inhibited.”
“Yes.” He agrees. “You see the cruel irony in this situation. But now, I have stopped Leviathan, nearly at the cost of my own life were it not for all of you, and Lex is…”
Kara squeezes his hand.
“Our friends can handle him.” She says. “I hope. But… how did you stop Leviathan? I wasn’t sure, J’onn and Alex said that they were fighting them, but they just vanished.”
“I bottled them, if you can believe it.” Brainy answers. “I uploaded the mortality code that Lex tasked me to get, and used a bottle I found in the DEO vault.”
“You say that as if we didn’t find you almost dead of radiation poisoning.” Kara tells him. “But, if there was any doubt you were good to your core, I think it’s gone now.” “Yes.” Brainy says. “It is.”
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I has some more :D
Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight​ and @katblu42​ for their patience with my crazy and my flinging of fic in their direction like some kind of Tracy catapult.
Scotty, Virg, Grandma and poor Gordy. So much angst.
I hope you enjoy :D
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Scott Tracy remembered the before-time. The time before the voyage that defied time, before he shed the name of his father to take up the name of an alien, but kinder soul.
A time where the world hurt and there was loss. A red sky and a far too early adulthood forced upon him by a people who wouldn’t listen. An evolutionary dead end where the pinnacle simply destroyed itself and laughed while doing so.
He had seen injury, been injured himself, faced illness…so much illness as their planet’s ecosystem collapsed.
They alone had been fortunate to lose everything yet survive.
Their father had promised, as Vir-El clung to Kal’s side, that the new planet would make them strong and keep them safe.
And it had. There had been no physical pain for eleven years. No weight upon his shoulders. Nothing stopping him from reaching for a sky of blue instead of red, basking under Sol’s golden gaze.
His only focus had been his family. As Scott Tracy he had more power than the trodden boy he had been on Krypton had ever dreamed.
But all that shattered. All that perfection fell in slithered daggers onto his vulnerable skin and sliced up paradise as he realised his littlest blood brother was seriously ill.
It was Virgil who reacted first. It was always Virgil in any medical situation who reacted first. His heavy lifting brother ran an initial assessment. Mostly human style. None of the Kryptonians had ever been sick before, so there wasn’t any experience.
Sure, they knew their own anatomy. Grandma was the particular one for that. She cornered Brains and with the help of Eos, constructed species specific medical equipment. She studied their medical information as much as Virgil studied human specifications and techniques.
Grandpa’s death had fuelled so much.
But it was sensible.
So Virgil had the anatomy, had the senses to probe for sound and sight. It only took him moments before he shot a panicked look in Scott’s direction, scooped Gordon into his arms and was gone from the room.
Scott was only behind him by microseconds, but by the time he joined them in the infirmary, Gordon was prone in a bed and Virgil was darting about trying to get some clear readings.
They came out clearer than they ever had.
Virgil’s eyes were ever so wide as an expletive crossed his lips in a Kryptonian whisper.
Scott had Gordon’s hand in both of his as his little brother’s eyes slipped closed.
“Gordon! Gor?” Scott brushed his fingers across a damp temple. “Vir, talk to me. Now.”
“Organ failure.” Virgil stared down at the readings, eyes broken. “Everything…is failing.”
What happened next would have been little more than a blur to the human eye, but Scott saw it in every horrid detail as Virgil called on Eos in a desperate plea for assistance.
At her equally fast download of information, Gordon was wired up to rarely-used monitors, strapped to supplementary oxygen, all procedures in the majority familiar where humans were involved.
Perhaps it was that familiarity that had Virgil looking for a vein as he would in any patient. It took him an extra millisecond to realise what he was doing and the fact the needle had penetrated Gordon’s skin.
Never before seen red welled in an accusing red dot.
There was a pause as that information sunk in, but Virgil was still moving. The prick in their brother’s skin provided access for nutrient and medication delivery.
Scott clung to the hand in his.
Seconds became hours.
Eos alerted Grandma and as Virgil skidded to a halt, panting, their matriarch swept into the room.
Her blue eyes, so like Scott’s despite their evolutionary distance, darted between the two eldest brothers before settling worriedly on the unconscious Gordon.
“What happened?”
Virgil rattled off a sit rep before Scott could open his mouth. He barely slowed it down enough for a human to understand, but their grandmother was sharp.
She had to be.
She stepped up to Gordon’s side and, with narrowed eyes but calm hands, checked their brother over. “Eos, I need data on similar medical conditions afflicting Kryptonian natives. Churn it down to the medical database. Virgil, I need your speed-reading ability.”
“Yes, Grandma.” He turned to the terminal as it pinged informational download.
Scott remembered to breathe.
Virgil swore before throwing a hologram up into the air above them all. An obviously Kryptonian body rotated in midair, data streaming around it.
Scott didn’t need the English translation.
“Poison?!”
Virgil’s eyes were still wide. “The symptoms match more than anything else in the database.”
“Poisoned by what? None of those things listed are present on Earth.”
Grandma straightened up. “Thunderbird Five, break this down to its components and see if you can find any equivalents we might have overlooked.”
There was zero hesitation proving their space brother had been listening in all along. “Effay’bei.”
Virgil dropped into a seat and stared at Gordon, his expression one of shock. Grandma reached up, checked the IV and adjusted the chemical formula.  A blink and her hand dropped to let her fingers run the length of Gordon’s bare forearm.
There was no response from the unconscious man.
She turned to Virgil and gently rubbed his shoulder, leaning in to whisper words Scott would deny ever hearing.
Virgil’s eyes closed and his forehead brushed his grandmother’s stopping there for a solid moment.
Grandma whispered six syllables in Kryptonian. Virgil’s face crumpled as the tension suddenly left his shoulders and he leant into the comfort she was offering.
Scott found himself turning away from the intimacy, his eyes drawn back to the pale skin of his sick little brother.
It was his turn to say something in his mother tongue.
Old vowels grated against his teeth.
“Please, no.”
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