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inkskinned: Superhero prompt
At 18, everyone receive a superpower. Your childhood friend got a power-absorption, your best friends got time control, and they quickly rise into top 100 most powerful superheroes. You got a mediocre superpower, but somehow got into the top 10. Today they visit you asking how you did it.

“Power absorption?” you ask him over your pasta, which you are currently absorbing powerfully. in the background, a tv is reading out what the Phoenix extremeist group has done recently. bodies, stacking.

tim nods, pushing his salad around. “it’s kind of annoying.” he’s gone vegan ever since he could talk to animals. his cheeks are sallow. “yesterday i absorbed static and i can’t stop shocking myself.”

“you don’t know what from,” shay is detangling her hair at the table, even though it’s not polite. about a second ago, her hair was perfect, which implies she’s been somewhere in the inbetween. “try millions of multiverses that your powers conflict with.”

“did we die in the last one?” you grin and she grins and tim grins but nobody answers the question.

now she has a cut over her left eye and her hair is shorter. she looks tired and tim looks tired and you look down at your 18-year-old hands, which are nothing.

they ship out tomorrow. they go out to the frontlines or wherever it is that superheroes go to fight supervillains; the cream of the crop. the starlight banner kids.

“you both are trying too hard,” you tell them, “couldn’t you have been, like, really good at surfing?”

“god,” shay groans, “what i’d give to only be in the olympics.”


in the night, tim is asleep. on the way home, he absorbed telekinesis, and hates it too.

shay looks at you. “i’m scared,” she says.

you must not have died recently, because she looks the same she did at dinner, cut healing slowly over her eye the way it’s supposed to, not the hyper-quickness of a timejump. just shay, living in the moment when the moment is something everyone lives in. her eyes are wide and dark the way brown eyes can be, that swelling fullness that feels so familiar and warm, that piercing darkness that feels like a stone at the back of your tongue.

“you should be,” you say.

her nose wrinkles, she opens her mouth, but you plow on.

“they’re going to take one look at you and be like, ‘gross, shay? no thanks. you’re too pretty. it’s bringing down like, morale, and things’. then they’ll kick you out and i’ll live with you in a box and we’ll sell stolen cans of ravioli.”

she’s grinning. “like chef boyardee or like store brand?”

“store brand but we print out chef boyardee labels and tape them over the can so we can mark up the price.”

“where do we get the tape?”

“we, uh,” you look into those endless dark eyes, so much like the night, so much like a good hot chocolate, so much like every sleepover you’ve had with the two of your best friends, and you say, “it’s actually just your hair. i tie your hair around the cans to keep the label on.”

she throws a pillow at you.

you both spend a night planning what you’ll do in the morning when shay is kicked out of Squadron 8, Division 1; top rankers that are all young. you’ll both run away to the beach and tim will be your intel and you’ll burn down the whole thing. you’re both going to open a bakery where you will do the baking and she’ll use her time abilities to just, like, speed things up so you don’t have to wake up at dawn. you’re both going to become wedding planners that only do really extreme weddings.

she falls asleep on your shoulder. you do not sleep at all.

in the morning, they are gone.


squadron 434678, Division 23467 is basically “civilian status.” you still have to know what to expect and all that stuff. you’re glad that you’re taking extra classes at college; you’re kind of bored re-learning the stuff you were already taught in high school. there are a lot of people who need help, and you’re good at that, so you help them.

tim and shay check in from time to time, but they’re busy saving the world, so you don’t fault them for it. in the meantime, you put your head down and work, and when your work is done, you help the people who can’t finish their work. and it kind of feels good. kind of.


at twenty, squadron 340067, division 2346 feels like a good fit. tim and you go out for ice cream in a new place that rebuilt after the Phoenix group burned it down. you’ve chosen nurse-practitioner as your civilian job, because it seems to fit, but you’re not released for full status as civilian until you’re thirty, so it’s been a lot of office work.

tim’s been on the fritz a lot lately, overloading. you’re worried they’ll try to force him out on the field. he’s so young to be like this.

“i feel,” he says, “like it all comes down to this puzzle. like i’m never my own. i steal from other people’s boxes.”

you wrap your hand around his. “sometimes,” you say, “we love a river because it is a reflection.”

he’s quiet a long time after that. a spurt of flame licks from under his eyes.

“i wish,” he says, “i could believe that.”


twenty three has you in squad 4637, division 18. really you’ve just gotten here because you’re good at making connections. you know someone who knows someone who knows you as a good kid. you helped a woman onto a bus and she told her neighbor who told his friend. you’re mostly in the filing department, but you like watching the real superheroes come in, get to know some of them. at this level, people have good powers but not dangerous ones. you learn how to help an 18 year old who is a loaded weapon by shifting him into a non-violent front. you get those with pstd home where they belong. you put your head down and work, which is what you’re good at.

long nights and long days and no vacations is fine until everyone is out of the office for candlenights eve. you’re the only one who didn’t mind staying, just in case someone showed up needing something.

the door blows open. when you look up, he’s bleeding. you jump to your feet.

“oh,” you say, because you recognize the burning bird insignia on his chest, “I think you have the wrong office.”

“i just need,” he spits onto the ground, sways, collapses.

well, okay. so, that’s, not, like. great. “uh,” you say, and you miss shay desperately, “okay.”

you find the source of the bleeding, stabilize him for when the shock sets in, get him set up on a desk, sew him shut. two hours later, you’ve gotten him a candlenights present and stabilized his vitals. you’ve also filed him into a separate folder (it’s good to be organized) and found him a home, far from the warfront.

when he wakes up, you give him hot chocolate (god, how you miss shay), and he doesn’t smile. he doesn’t smile at the gift you’ve gotten him (a better bulletproof vest, one without the Phoenix on it), or the stitches. that’s okay. you tell him to take the right medications, hand them over to him, suggest a doctor’s input. and then you hand over his folder with a new identity in it and a new house and civilian status. you take a deep breath.

he opens it and bursts into tears. he doesn’t say anything. he just leaves and you have to clean up the blood, which isn’t very nice of him. but it’s candlenights. so whatever. hopefully he’ll learn to like his gift.


squadron 3046, division 2356 is incredibly high for a person like you to fit. but still, you fit, because you’re good at organization and at hard work, and at knowing how to hold on when other people don’t see a handhold.

shay is home. you’re still close, the two of you, even though she feels like she exists on another planet. the more security you’re privy to, the more she can tell you.

you brush her hair as she speaks about the endless man who never dies, and how they had to split him up and hide him throughout the planet. she cries when she talks about how much pain he must be in.

“can you imagine?” she whispers, “i mean, i know he’s phoenix, but can you imagine?”

“one time i had to work retail on black friday,” you say.

she sniffles.

“one time my boss put his butt directly on my hand by accident and i couldn’t say anything so i spent a whole meeting with my hand directly up his ass,” you say.

her eyes are so brown, and filling, and there are scars on her you’ve never noticed that might be new or very, very, very old; and neither of you know exactly how much time she’s actually been alive for.

“i mean,” you say, “yeah that might hurt but one time i said goodbye to someone but they were walking in the same direction. i mean can you imagine.”

she laughs, finally, even though it’s weakly, and says, “one time even though i can manipulate time i slept in and forgot to go to work even though i was leading a presentation and i had to look them in the face later to tell them that.”

“you’re a compete animal,” you tell her, and look into those eyes, so sad and full of timelines you’ll never witness, “you should be kicked out completely.”

she wipes her face. “find me in a box,” she croaks, “selling discount ravioli.”


you don’t know how it happens. but you guess the word gets around. you don’t think you like being known to them as someone they can go to, but it’s not like they’ve got a lot of options. many of them just want to be out of it, so you get them out, you guess.

you explain to them multiple times you haven’t done a residency yet and you really only know what an emt would, but they still swing by. every time they show up at your office, you feel your heart in your chest: this is it, this is how you die, this is how it ends.

“so, like, this group” you say, trying to work the system’s loopholes to find her a way out of it, “from … [more]
tumblr  short  author:inkskinned  2ndPOV  original  originalfics  genre:superhero 
december 2017 by Miscella
cosmicpeach: Oleander
There's no choice in whether Will wants to cooperate in the M.C.P's jobs. It's required of him, it's his duty, and Will would have been lying if he said he got absolutely nothing out of it. What sort of life would he have if he wasn't in a facility? He couldn't pass as a normal person, not with his eyes, and he can't touch people without them dying.

It's better for him in here, where he can do something good with what he's been given.

(AU in which Will Graham is a government secret, Hannibal Lecter is a cannibalistic super-villain, and Jack Crawford's attempts to keep them from colliding seem to fail in any universe where they might coexist)
AO3  fandom:hannibal  genre:superhero  !slash  author:cosmicpeach  pairing:hannibal/will  AU  au!hannibal  rating:R  wip 
december 2017 by Miscella
seanan-mcguire: Velveteen Vs. Series
The trials of a formerly retired superheroine are destined never to be done.
author:seanan-mcguire  lj  original  originalfics  series  rating:PG13  rating:R  genre:fantasy  genre:superhero  !het  !femslash 
january 2016 by Miscella
Shot right through with a bolt of blue
They're in their hotel room after the Oilers game when Kaner asks, "Why does this whole meditation thing matter so much to you, anyway?"

"It helps me focus and relax," Johnny says, hoping that'll satisfy him.

But Kaner's eyes widen. "You mean you'd act even weirder if you didn't meditate? Shit, dude – now I kind of want to see what you'd be like without it."

"You really, really don't," Johnny says.
author:mermaid  hockey_rpf  jonny/patrick  rating:nc17  length:50k+  genre:au  genre:pining  genre:angst  genre:superhero  !!!!! 
july 2015 by somehowunbroken
Strange Visitor From Another Planet!
"Stopping bullets with your chest isn't hard, but it ain't easy."
—in which kaner is literally superman, and jonny is his lois lane.
author:twentysomething  hockey_rpf  jonny/patrick  length:<5k  rating:pg13  genre:au  genre:superhero 
july 2015 by somehowunbroken
Ryuu Ouhi (龍王妃): Silver Linings
There were some days where Kevin simply hated his job. Where something so horrifying, so unthinkably bad just blindsided him without sign or warning, and made him rethink his faith in humanity and wonder if he would be able to do enough good to make the world a slightly better place before they stuffed his ashes in an urn.
s2b2  original  rating:R  genre:superhero  author:ryuu_ouhi  lj  author:emorah_slaytron  artist:DragonReine  !slash 
august 2013 by Miscella
Nijiiro Sumi (虹色墨): Her Majesty's Superan
The Hyperion would not have been out of place on the side of some Greek vase or urn, well-muscled and broad of shoulder, with strikingly handsome features and a generous mouth well-suited to smiles. His eyes were the colour of good English loam, his hair only a few shades darker than autumn wheat, and he was tall, over six feet, and his very presence made every room too small to contain him. Add to that the blue and red dress uniform of General Hyperion, of the Royal Division of Supermen, with gold epaulettes and the decorations and medals of his feats, and women all but swooned in his presence. The effect he had on others often made him uncomfortable; though he was conscious of his good looks and the effect he had on others, he was a modest man by nature. But as symbol of the British Empire and commander of the Royal Division of Supermen, he must necessarily look and dress the part.
original  genre:superhero  lj  s2b2  author:Nijiiro_Sumi  !slash 
august 2012 by Miscella
Drew Hayes: Super Powered
Welcome to Super Powereds, the story of five young people with abilities they cannot control, called "Powereds" by society. They are resigned to life with their personal hurdles, until one day each is approached by a company claiming they have a new procedure to turn Powereds into Supers, people who can control their abilities at will.

The offers are true, and now each of the new Supers has enrolled at Lander University to participate in the Hero Certification Course and prove they can be just as useful as those who were born Super. But can they? And will the control they gained be permament or will they eventually be turned back into their previous unstables selves?
rating:PG13  trope:friendship  trope:college  character:OC  long  genre:superhero  author:drew_hayes  !het  originalfics  trope:first!time 
june 2012 by Miscella
kasekanvita : Purna
When a lab accident derails Taj’s life by giving him superstrength, it will take another accident to help him get it back on track.
character:oc  rating:r  author:kasekanvita  warning:sextoys  rating:NC-17  genre:superhero  short  !slash  !no_pairing 
august 2011 by Miscella
quipquipquip : No Dawn, No Day
Living, you're allelopathic. Everything around you withers up and dies-and that's not your fault. You got that from your father. It's a shame, really. Damian/Stephanie, future AU based on Batman 666/700
genre:drama  genre:romance  genre:superhero  comics  character:damian  character:steph  pairing:damian/steph  rating:R  long  author:quipquipquip  fandom:batman  lj  au  au!batman  !het 
july 2011 by Miscella
shewhohathapen : All The Reasons I Gave
I alone know, as I think I do know, / your love beside Thor, / and that was the wicked Loki.
fandom:thor  paring:sif/loki  short  genre:superhero  fanfic  sifPOV  rating:NC-17  author:shewhohathapen  !het 
may 2011 by Miscella
andrealy : Fire Flavored
arthur's always burned hot. he's just never lost control so much until a shapeshifter with bad habits came along.
rating:R  au  fanfic  fandom:inception  pairing:arthur/eames  genre:romance  genre:superhero  author:andrealy  lj  trope:clueless  arthurPOV  au!inception    !slash 
may 2011 by Miscella
gaiafaye : Once Upon a Crime
On a trip to Gotham City, Giselle spends the day with a nice, young man with a song in his heart and scars on his face.
fandom:batman  fandom:dark_knight(movie)  fandom:enchanted  rating:PG13  character:the_joker  character:giselle  crossover  lj  author:gaiafaye  genre:humor  genre:superhero    crack!fic 
may 2011 by Miscella
time-warper: Men in Tights
Avian Anderson had gotten into it for the tights. Well, the tights, the cookies, and his best friend Steven Stephenson.
author:time-warper  rating:PG13  original  lj  genre:romance  genre:angst  genre:superhero  superhero  !slash 
may 2011 by Miscella

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