this fic is so good!!! i’d ramble on about how amazing it is, but im really tired rn so instead ill just scream and maybe it’ll bring the point across
*takes a deep breath* THIS FIC IS SO AMAZING PLEASE READ IT ANYONE WHO SEES THIS YOU WONT REGRET IT!! YOUR WRITING IS SO AMAZING AVERY AHHHHHHHHHH
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Hey, remember how self-indulgent my last fic was? It has now been surpassed. Superheroes! Flirty superheroes! Enemies-to-lovers! Parentheses in the title! Anyway, might be the…angstiest thing I’ve written yet for this month, and also the longest, because I just love superheroes, okay? Oh, and I got some dialogue and general encouragement from @becca-becky! You’re the best, Becs! <3
(Tagging @tsshipmonth2020! Title from Bloodsport by Raleigh Ritchie. Ao3.)
Prompt: Everyone is born with a super power, but when soulmates touch, their powers are nullified by each other.
Pairing: Romantic Roloceit.
Words: 10,884
Warnings: brief panic attack, violence, knives, blood, mentions of head trauma, discussions of death and murder, all three of them (Ro, Lo, and Jan) are kinda morally grey, food mention, falling, injury, anxiety, insecurity, scars, explosions
It was a lovely, peaceful day. The clouds clustered over the city streets and the cars trundled back and forth. The windows were wide open to catch the breeze, which smelled like smog and old pizza, but it was better than the usual static air that clung to the roads and the buildings. Most people in the city were at work, or strolling along the sidewalks, or setting up stands in the sprawling farmer’s market to the west. A ‘perfect’ day was probably unachievable, but Logan guessed this was pretty close.
That was why he was ninety-percent certain there would be an explosion.
The best viewpoint for witnessing such an event was high up. So he’d commandeered his usual rooftop, which belonged to what might have been a tax firm at some point. He wasn’t sure if it was technically legal to sit on this roof. But there was no way anyone could reach Logan without him seeing, and by this point, he was an expert at avoiding confrontation.
Besides, superheroes could do what they liked.
Logan hadn’t brought his phone. Phones tended to get destroyed in fights. Also, he didn’t want to be tracked–a remote possibility, but he had fought some technology-based villains in the past, and one could never be too cautious.
Still, as the afternoon droned on, he found himself wishing for it. Perhaps he could work on his taxes or read a book. This was ridiculously tedious. Why hadn’t anything happened yet?
It was on days like these that Logan wished for a sidekick, a partner, even an assistant on the ground. Doing his own surveillance was spotty at best and boring at worst. He was relatively sure he’d be able to see any activity from here, but if the Prince tried something new–
No, he was ridiculously predictable. Logan would almost think he wanted to be caught.
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