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    “Satoru?” The word rings, fuzzy in his ears as it whines like tinnitus, familiar and heart stopping.

    ‘I’m dead.’ He can’t even hear his own thoughts over the loudness of the world, staggering where he stands, eyes still fixated on the sky, on the sun. ‘I’m dead, I died, I felt my heart stop, this can’t be, it can’t-’

    “Hey,” it comes again, a little more urgent than before, a little closer, another hammer to his ears and all the noise shrieking behind his eyes. He recoils hard enough to go stumbling as a hand reaches for him, covered in flesh rather than empty bone, tan and recognizable. Unbelievable.

    There’s something wet trickling from his nose. Bile stings on the back of his tongue. The words dissolve into the rest of the white noise as he stares up at the blue of the sky, and tries to remember if he’d ever had a hallucination as bright as this.

    ‘I have to be dead,’ he thinks. Somehow, he isn’t.

    Or: Gojo Satoru goes back in time. He makes a couple of changes for the better.

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    18 Mar 2026

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    Deft fingers curl into the messy plaits of his hair in a softly scented distraction, plucking a flower from where they’ve been blooming and falling from his head since swallowing down the monster he’s started to see in the mirror. 

    “Amaranths?” Satoru murmurs, something rising in his tone as he stills for a long moment, before leaning back just enough to bump their noses together. “Do you know what they mean?” He asks, holding out a rounded flower in his palm like an unfurled, magenta plum, and silently, Suguru shakes his head. 

    “What were you thinking when this bloomed?” Satoru asks, eyes tracing over his face, and Suguru blinks, lips parting as he tries to find the meaning of how this connects with everything else. 

    “I chose you,” he repeats, brows pulling slightly in odd curiosity, a feeling of mild alarm spreading up his apathy numbed limbs as Satoru’s face flames red, as his eyes turn shiny under the white room light.

    “Amaranths,” Satoru starts, legs hugging his waist a little tighter as he stares down at the flower nestled in his curved palm, words a touch small. “They mean immortality- unfading love.” When he looks up again, there’s a genuine smile on his face, toothy and real and bright. It’s so far different from the one of before that they’re barely comparable. 

    Suguru can’t help the way that his lips part, enamored by the sheer adoration dusting Satoru’s face pink. “How do you even know that?” He breathes, not bothering to deny what’s true, brushing their lips together as Satoru’s smile infects his own, a little oasis in the hardship of everything else. 
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    I for you and me, love for everything We did, you for us and us together.
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    My one and only,’ it reads, ‘our love is the greatest curse of all. Welcome home.’  

    “My luck,” Suguru whispers, lips brushing over newly healed skin and breathing a secret only for them, “was my love for you.” 

    ‘Self-made soulmates,’ Satoru thinks of, remembering the body he’d left in the ally, the last curse he hadn’t given and yet had created anyway, his name called in the fear-stained station of Shibuya by a voice that shouldn’t have existed, still.

    He leans back into Suguru’s chest when sturdy arms wrap around him, baring his neck for the kiss pressed to his jugular and the scar tissue it’s made of, living again because though he hadn’t meant to have given him a curse, he hadn’t needed to. They already had been.
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    “What the hell is that, Batman.” Kal’s still not moving but he does look back now. “Because if I didn’t know any better I would say that was me.”

    “We have intel from a deserter at LexCorp that Luthor had gotten ahold of some of your DNA.” Bruce doesn’t know how to explain this without it … without it being terrible. “Through a fight, through his own strange methods, through kryptonite, who knows. He tried to clone it, but failed-”

    Kal’s jaw tightens “Bizzaro.”

    “This is a combination of your genes and a human donor, with some of J’onn’s DNA to hold it together.”

    Bruce can trace the Martian's contribution with the barest hint of the way the clone’s eye is shaped. Just an impression, a barest hint that would never be connected if Bruce hadn’t seen the files for himself.

    Kal bites in a terrible sound that emits from somewhere in his chest, a pitched keen that makes the hair on Bruce’s neck stand straight up. “Where is he?”

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    Sure, Kryptonians look human enough, but underneath all that flawless tanned human skin rests a creature that came from the stars.

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    11 Mar 2026

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    "Clark. What the hell is this," Lois asks, staring at Clark's Bruceman WIP folder. Clark's first instinct is to fly away, but that would still leave his fic on display for her to see. His second instinct is to blast a hole straight through his laptop screen with his heat vision, which isn't much better.


    Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead.

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    06 Mar 2026

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    I love idiot x idiot

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    Megumi has never thanked the man who raised him.

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    26 Jan 2026

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    “Your touch,” Megumi says, then cuts off, sounding frustrated. He moves Satoru’s hand so that it’s pressed against his chest, right over his heart, and Satoru lets him, curious where this is going and simultaneously touched by how gentle Megumi is being.

    Satoru lifts a brow, regarding Megumi as the boy seems to struggle with what he wants to say.

    “Your touch,” Megumi starts again, lifting his gaze to stare resolutely at Satoru. “I can’t feel it.”

    And oh. Satoru feels his mouth go dry, because of course the boy has to be exactly like him, down to the same love language. Of course.

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    or; Gojo Satoru's love language is a weakness, until it's not.

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    26 Jan 2026

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    Uuuu g hhrghhht ugly sobbing i lovw fhem so much