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all that glitters, might be gold by CainRoses
Fandoms: Deadpool - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), Spider-Man - All Media Types
28 Aug 2026
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“Just an interview would be good,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “I’m mostly a photographer, not sure I’ve got the interrogator qualifications.”
“Photographer, hmmm. . .well, I can definitely think of a few things you could take a picture of -” Deadpool started, then stopped, lenses narrowing. “Wait a flaming hot second. Peter Parker? Why does that name sound familiar?”
Peter tensed. Had someone figured out Spiderman’s secret identity and sicced a mercenary on him to try and catch him when he wasn’t in costume?
As Peter began to spiral, Deadpool glanced down at the newspaper in his lap, looking at the front page cover. He squinted, pulled the paper closer to his face, and then let out an auditory gasp.
“Holy shit balls, you’re the guy who takes all those hot pictures of Spiderman!”
“Excuse me?” Peter said, torn between relief and confusion.
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or, Peter has to interview Deadpool, which quickly spirals into him being offered an obscene amount of money to sell Deadpool pictures of Spiderman. Between keeping up his secret identity, Deadpool’s flirting, and a growing mob threat, Peter quickly gets in over his head.
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24 Aug 2026
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left off at end of chapter 9
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Parallax by ApprenticeofDoyle
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026), David Szymanski's Iron Lung - All Media Types
30 Aug 2026
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"They'll see this ship as a threat and a resource to raid. They'll board it, find you, and kill you." A kindness, against what they could do. Against what he himself has seen and done. "Then they'll strip the Mary for parts, and leave."
They'll steal the saplings, he thinks, and every cell in his body goes cold at once. But he can still grow colder. They'll steal—
"They can't find out about you."
Confusion washes over Grace's horror-struck face. "Can't find out about... What, that I'm from Earth?"
"No," he grits out. "They can't. Not about Earth. Not about you. Who you are. That you're a scientist. That you can—" That you have saved the stars. He clamps down on the words, swallowing them in sharp pieces that scrape his throat on the way down. "You can't reason with these people."
(My people, he can't say. Not anymore.)
[In which Rocky and Grace discover more than they bargained for on a day's jaunt through space near Erid's orbit, and the existence of one wormhole must, by way of Murphy's law, suggest the possibility of another.]