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    Baby!Robin Dick Grayson meets the Justice League. Bruce supposes he should have put more effort into clarifying appropriate conversational topics to his itty bitty sidekick.

    Or.

    Hal Jordan's attempts to establish rapport with the Dark Knight's Sunshine kid goes about as well as you would expect. Especially when Gotham residents gets involved.

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    24 May 2025

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    “…okay. And if I am asking when you are going to un-bench Robin?”
    “Give it two years.”
    “Or” Alfred put in “more accurately, however long it takes Master Dick to figure his way past the locks on the cave and equipment.”
    Bruce paused, then nodded. “Well. Yeah. Or that.”

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    It had never occurred to Jaime once, in the three solid months he’d spent in the pen, that Robb Stark could make his imprisonment worse by giving him a bath, a warm bed, and some decent food to eat.

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    22 Mar 2026

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    “He dares,” Father said, almost panting. “He dares.”
    Tyrion swallowed hard and said, “No, he doesn’t.” ... “That’s why Varys included the details. Can you imagine Jaime saying any of those ridiculous things while Robb Stark raped him?”...
    “This isn’t a report about Jaime being raped,” Tyrion said. “This is a message. It says, Dear Father, I’m tired of being locked up in a pen. Have found a new way to entertain myself. If you don’t like it, come get me. Love, Jaime.”...
    ... So Robb came up with the clever idea of having Jaime brought to his tent to send some scurrilous gossip to burn your ears uncomfortably, and Jaime decided to throw a lamp’s worth of oil on top of the flames.” Tyrion shrugged. “The only people who could possibly imagine anyone talking like that during sex are two virgins who’ve never had any.”

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    A yew tree is said to be a symbol of Death and Resurrection.

    A series of unconnected stories with similar plots:
    Desmond will always die after he uses the device in the Grand Temple to save the world and he will always be reborn into someone connected to a certain important person in the Isu's calculations.

    (Please check the notes for list of fics)

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    29 Apr 2024

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    Part 1: reborn as Sef Ibn-La'Ahad, second son of Altair.

    “Sef, it doesn’t matter if it’s going to heal. What matters is that you got hurt.”
    Desmond couldn’t help but frown at him as he tilted his head, “But… it’s fine? I mean… Getting hurt is normal for people like us.”
    ... “... Being hurt should never be normal. Not to me, not to your parents, and especially not to you and your brother...It is true that there’s always a chance that we’ll get hurt... but that is why we train.” Malik explained solemnly, “We do not train to familiarize ourselves with pain. We train so that we can avoid pain.”

    Part 4: reborn as younger brother of Malik Al-Sayf, Kadar Al-Sayf.

    “The names being thrown all around as Harash’s replacement… They have many things in common.”
    “Skills.” Her fingers trailed lightly towards his covered wrist.
    “Intellect.” Her fingers reached the crook of his elbow.
    “Charisma.” Her fingers stopped by his shoulder for a moment.
    Desmond felt her gentle touch on his cheek and her dark eyes stared at him as she stated, “You.”
    ... “You are the most precious flower in all of Masyaf and the master has done everything he can to keep you in this little vase you call the council.”

    Part 6: reborn as Giovanni… Borgia.

    “I can kill him now, my lord.”
    “Don’t,” Desmond ordered as he stood.
    Micheletto sighed as he reasoned, “His death will be by my hands, not yours.”
    Between them, Cesare’s thrashing was becoming slower and weaker and his eyes began to close.
    “You’re mine, Micheletto.” Desmond stated... “Your actions are mine and the blood of the people you kill are on my hands. My brother’s blood will not dirty your hands. I forbid you to dirty your hands with Borgia blood.”

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    “Professor… what is that?” Harry asked.
    “Something which is beyond help,” Albus Dumbledore replied.
    “It’s the horcrux, isn’t it?” Harry pushed. “That’s the part of Tom Riddle’s soul that’s been in my head all this time.”
    “Yes, Harry.”
    Harry looked at the shivering thing under the bench. It was gross, yeah, but it was also kind of sad.
    --
    When Harry dies, he doesn't take Albus-Dumbledore-who-is-actually-just-a-nice-face-of-Death's word for it when he says the horcrux is beyond help. Harry, being Harry, decides to help. Turns out that when you're Master of the Deathly Hallows and you ask Death to help you with something, you might get more than you bargained for. Like thrown a hundred years back in time to fix all the things that the people who've been interacting with the Hallows since then have mucked up. Or, you know, chaos. As per usual regarding Harry, Tom, and Albus.

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    28 Jan 2026

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    Romance is good, but sadly unfinised. I read because of Albus Dumbledore/Harry Potter tag, but romance between Harry and Tom is also ok

    “Put those sickles back in your bag. I’m covering your school supplies,” Harry insisted...
    “No. Why?” Gaunt demanded intensely, leaning closer...
    “Look, we’ve both already done the being poor thing, and there’s no reason whatsoever either of us should ever have to again,” he said...
    “I don’t want to live on your charity,” Gaunt snapped... “I am opposed to being dependent on you. Or anybody else,”
    “Good. I’m done being responsible for you. Been there, done that. I just don’t see any point in watching you deal all over again with having nothing when I have a stupid amount of everything,” Harry retorted equally firmly. “Just take the damn money and consider it an opportunity to start over in a world that doesn’t treat you like dirt for stuff that’s not your fault.”

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    Things that cannot be explained away: bloodshot eyes, six-second counts for every inhale and exhale, and the fact that he cannot walk through his own Cave without flinching at the sound of the bats roosting above him.

    (or, Bruce Wayne grits his teeth through seven doses of Scarecrow's fear toxin and deperately pretends to be okay around the Batfamily)

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    06 Jan 2026

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    “I’ve heard you scream two times in your life,” Alfred starts awkwardly. “Scream. Not shout. Once, when you first encountered the toxin, and second--”
    “When Jason died,” Bruce finishes for him.
    ... “Yes,” Alfred says, shaken. “In your sleep. When your mind couldn’t take it anymore.”
    Maybe you need to scream, Bruce thinks. It’s a silly thought, easily dismissed. Jason’s gash of a mouth bubbles over in pink saliva; without looking, Bruce clears the bloody foam and the broken teeth from his airway...
    Dick had clawed and screamed himself senseless; Bruce had done the same. The only difference was he’d limited it in his own mind.