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when doves cry by Scarlet_Ribbons for SilverSkiesAtMidnight
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types
04 Jan 2023
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Tim is grateful Hood leaves promptly, in any case, because that means he doesn’t see Tim crawl the last few feet into his house.
[Jack and Janet die uneventfully— at the hands of a home intruder, at 3:41 in the morning on a Thursday. Two gunshots. Tim’s entire world comes to a screeching halt at 3:44, when he finds their bodies.]
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“You’re pretty.” Aaron says, brushing slow fingers over his cheekbone before sliding up Kevin’s temple, tangling fingers in dark hair as he strokes over Kevin’s head. “I’ll get you ice for your cheek later, I promise.”
Kevin seems like he couldn’t care less about injury care currently. His eyes are on the rubber butt of the racquet, reminiscent as it wavers close to his face, and a spike of want sticks in the base of Aaron’s spine.
Neither of them break eye contact as Aaron releases him and drags a thumb under Kevin’s nose, collecting red, before swiping down and across Kevin’s lips. He lets him. Kevin always lets him.
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Florence, 1996. 21-year-old Will Graham is part of a police academy exchange program, studying with Inspector Rinaldo Pazzi and rooming with a young Jack Crawford in a cramped studio apartment. Jack is courting Phyllis, trying to make her "his Bella," and would like the apartment empty once in awhile for them to get down to "business." This leaves Will with no place to go but wander the city. He finds himself thinking about the Il Mostro case and visits the Uffizi gallery, where he meets a handsome stranger drawing La Primavera.
This chaptered fic completes one row of DB Mars' 2023 Hannibal Bingo card!
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Prompts were as follows:
Jack Crawford Cannot Catch a Break
Slap
A fevered sweetness
The one good thing in his life
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“What day is it?” Derek demanded.
“What?”
“The day! What day is today?!” Derek let Stiles go, but only so he could reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. He tapped at the home screen, and then went so perfectly still that Stiles was pretty sure this guy wasn’t human. No human could stand that still.
When it was clear Derek wasn’t going to move again without some prompting, Stiles said, “It’s Wednesday.”
“That’s impossible,” Derek whispered.
“Not really, it comes around every seven days.”
“This is impossible,” Derek said again, looking around himself, as if he was searching for something.
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07 Mar 2026
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This was so interesting to read, finished it in one day in between classes, and had me laughing and crying. 10/10 definitely recommend
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"What's wrong, Dazai?" He asks without looking up, "you look like you've seen a ghost or something."
He might as well have.
But perhaps...
"It's nothing," he chuckles softly, "Just had a very long, bad dream."
Odasaku pushes another glass of whiskey his side, smiling behind his own.
"Then good thing you finally decided to wake up."
Or;
Dazai getting shot and realize he can give living a small try