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cal-writes · 6 days

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some superpower/superhero au musings. that ideas been floating around my brain for a while. dont know where its going you know how my plot bunnies are but enjoy this sampler

"Have you figured it out yet, Surgeon?" Robin smiles serenly. She sits on the stairs, knees knocking together, her elbows resting on them and her chin propped up on both her palms.

He scowls at her, eyes narrowed. Law knows what she means but he won't admit it because it would reveal himself to be knowable. "What do you mean?" He juts out his chin.

She doesn't buy his feigned obliviousness but she humors him. "Zoro's abilities. You have been trying to discern their nature, have you not?"

He exhales through his nose and looks off to the side.

"He would tell you if you asked." Robin continues and Law glances at her from the corner of his eyes.

"I know." He says. Zoro has said as much. But Law isn't going to ask, at least not yet. It's a matter of personal pride and spite. Law doesn't owe people favors, they owe him favors. He demands answers, he doesn't ask for them. (Bepo would be telling him how unhealthy that is right about now if he were here.)

Robin considers him, head leaning to the side. She hums. Out of all the Strawhats, Robin is the person Law would consider his equal in temperament which is to say, out of all of them he is the most cautious around her. From what redacted history of hers that he has managed to unearth, he knows they've had a similar development. She is calculating. Always listening, even without sprouting ears everywhere. He needs to consider his words carefully.

"You are a curious man." She tells him, chuckling good-naturedly.

Law looks at her from above. "In more ways than one." His lips pull into a sharp smirk.

"Indeed." Robin says easily. "Have you made headway in your discoveries?"

Law squints at her, trying to gauge her angle. She might be simply curious - which Law believes to be the least likely. It could be a test, trying to see if he lives up to his reputation - possible, thought Robin seems largely desinterested in people she doesn't consider to be a threat (an insulting prospect in its own right, that Law is no longer considered dangerous to her, but he did work hard to earn their trust so he supposes it is to be expected). Maybe it's caution - there is a reason Zoro's abilities aren't public. Many people with abilities don't bother hiding the intricacies if they even can. But Zoro does. Whether that is for his own safety or someone else's is yet to be determined.

"Some, I'd say." Law admits, trying to sound casual. Whatever Zoro's talents are they are subtle. He can rule out a healing factor definitively - even if it weren't a passive ability but one Zoro had to use consciously, Chopper is too concerned for him every time he is injured for there to be an easy fix. He has considered some form of super strength but ultimately ruled it out. Zoro was strong, occasionally supernaturally so but it was inconsistent. Law's leading theory on that front was some sort of adrenaline manipulation that would grant Zoro the ability of hysterical strength on command. He has yet to confirm that theory. The easiest would be to ask for blood samples but even with everything, Law knows they aren't quite there yet.

Other possibilies are some sort of enhancement, be that in reflexes or speed or general aptitute. Zoro is - as his alias suggests - a demon with a weapon and almost impossible to beat one on one. He is fast but Law wouldn't say unhumanly so. A common public theory is that - as his name suggests - Zoro was either posssessed by or possessing someone and the otherworldly entity of whichever nature granted him his abilities.

Law had dismissed that one easily. Possession would indicate different personalities and quirks but Zoro's body language and fighting style are consistent - even when using something other than a sword. If he was possessed it was permanent.

He had considered the possibility that Zoro was normal. Well, as normal as any of them. Many of his talents could be chalked up to rigerous training and experience. Perhaps he had started young, had the natural talent and dedication to keep up to speed with other super powered individuals. From knowing the man, Law can entertain the idea. But there are too many things that trip him up. Too many things that don't make sense if Zoro truly had no other abilities.

Law has been staying with the Strawhats for a few weeks now and there are some things he has taken note off. Pieces of the puzzle he is sorting into piles before he knows where they connect.

Zoro trains, a lot. Both with weapons and without to the point that Law is quite sure that whatever ability he has is unrelated to his weapons. He's just as dangerous with his swords as he would be with Nami's staff. It's not a surprise. Zoro takes a lot of pride in his body and his prowress.

More confusing are Zoro's other eccentricities.

Zoro doesn't touch things. Law is almost mad it took him so long to take note of it. Obviously there are times when Zoro does. Out in the battlefield, doorknobs, light switches. Technically, literally, he does touch things. But at home, in the space he feels safe, Zoro goes out of his way to avoid touching things. Law would believe him to be a germophobe of some sort if he hadn't seen the man lick blood of his sword. So, no. It's probably not about germs. He just doesn't touch things in a casual way. He doesn't read books or magazines, doesn't use a phone, at most he will make himself tea or pour himself a glass of something to drink. He doesn't cook, nor does he do the dishes. For all Zoro and Sanji bicker constantly, Sanji always prepares his meals, even small snacks and doesn't nag him for not cleaning up after himself.

It might be a trauma response. Maybe he is sensitive to textures for unrelated reasons. Law can't quite define what to make of it yet.

Another thing is that none of Zoro's clothes are store bought. It seems innocuous but once Law noticed it, he could not let go of it. The Strawhats were vigilanties so money could be tight on occasion but he knows they aren't above stealing if they need or want to. None of the others seem to have a similar clothing style. Nami in particular wears fancy brands and designer clothing constantly. So it's not a matter of supply. Zoro isn't so vain he would be particular about it either. Law has seen him wear all number of things, especially if a battle dragged on long enough to destroy his wardrobe. He isn't opposed to wearing regular manufactured clothes. He just doesn't if he has the choice not to.

Perhaps it ties into the texture thing. Law will have to pay close attention to it.

Robin is still looking at him, unpreturbed by his long pause. "If you need a hint, do let me know," He scowls and it makes her chuckle. "It's quite entertaining." She says.

"Glad to be of service." He grits out.

"I am just wondering why go through the trouble. It must be thrilling to you to try and unravel the mystery." Robin tells him and Law's breath stalls in his throat. Something in her tone makes him feel warm.

He swallows hard. "Hardly a mystery. An annoyance, more like." He says, dismissively. Robin makes an inquiring sound. "I need to know what you all are capable of to make plans. Keeping it a secret needlessly complicates things."

"But it's not a secret." Robin says, bemused and Law feels himself bristle.

"It's not exactly common knowledge either." He throws back.

Robin hums again. "I suppose not but if you are expecting a grand reveal, I am afraid you will be disappointed."

"Zoro already said it's not what I'd expect." Law says. Zoro technically said 'it's not a big deal' which hadn't been helpful at all. If it wasn't a big deal, why make a thing out of it?

"That is apt. I remember being quite surprised when I was told." She says and now Law knows she's teasing him. This whole conversation is pointless.

He huffs. "I'll find out, won't I?"

Robin smiles. "Will you?"

#op #superhero au #superpower au #idk how to call it

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fangirl-dot-com · 2 months

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lestappen x reader

📁synopsis: they were supposed to be the good guys. because they always do the right thing. but that was months ago, and maybe y/n doesn't think that anymore. she hasn't thought that since they tore apart her life. with blood staining the said heroes's hands, maybe this life isn't cutting out for her. And why do the villains keep looking at her like she killed her dog? The hero Opollon shouldn't care what Il Predestinato and De Leeuw think of her. But those emerald and sea eyes look oh so familiar.

Coming Soon!

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hisbucky · 9 months

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Athena: Your son is a menace. Bobby: Oh, he's my son now? He's only ever just my son when he makes trouble for you and the law. Athena: Exactly. Now he's gone and shacked up with a supervillain and parenting their kid to be a future future tyrannical overlord. Bobby, blinking rapidly: He what now? Athena: Their wedding reception is this weekend, so clear your schedule with your superhero buddies. Don't make a scene. Bobby: ...What?

#villain!au #au #superpowers #incorrect quotes #incorrect 911 quotes #athena grant #bobby nash #throwback #this was fun #looking at my old AU posts #random thoughts #bobby is a secret superhero #eddie is a secret supervillain #911 show #911 on abc #bathena #buddie

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klutzymaiden123 · 2 months

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I just wrote such a great confession scene, I’m so mad at how far away it is.

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ashe-withane · 11 months

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If Ted Lasso Characters Had Superpowers

With some help from @marbearmarigold

I’d imagine this would be in a universe where superpowers are normal and just banned when you’re competing in sports

Ted - Decimation / “The Undoing” - I’ve stolen this from The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself (tv show) (I’ve put a video below) it’s basically like, exploding people from the inside. I think Ted has this, but he never uses it.

Rebecca - Control over Plants - like Layla from Sky High and with Poison Ivy vibes.

Trent - Persuasion / Charm - kind of like Lucifer in Lucifer (tv). He can get people to tell him things they normally wouldn’t. But he never uses it for journalism, even in his earlier days. It would be cheating (and unethical).

Beard - He’s just a normal guy. But. Like Batman - also nobody knows whether he’s actually got a power or not.

Higgins - Sound Manipulation - turns sound into energy. Uses his bass. Similar to Viktor Hargreaves but Higgins must use his bass for the power to work.

Nate - Invisibility

Keeley - Sky? Powers: Flight and Lightning

Roy - Earthquakes

Jamie - Sonic Scream - like Black Canary. I wanted something that people wouldn’t attribute his football success to, I guess? It was almost super speed though.

Colin - Mimic - with a touch he copies someone else’s power for a short amount of time. Maybe he has it for an hour? I almost did shapeshifting (he’s a chameleon) but I felt like this really shows that he can adapt to any situation (he’s still a chameleon!)

Isaac - Super Strength

Sam - Pyrokinesis - Fire. a power that seems violent, but with Sam it’s warmth. Life.

Dani - Talks to Ghosts - I like to think he had a chat with the 400 treatment room ghosts and they told him what to do so they could finally move on. They tripped him to get his attention because they’ve wanted to move on for years.

Some bonus ones I just thought of:

Will - Super Hearing

Henry - Healing - can heal both himself and other people.

CW for video of Ted’s power: blood, gore, violence

This is Ted’s power. The person with the power in this video is the girl at the very end, Annalise.

#ted lasso #superpower au #rebecca welton #keeley jones #jamie tartt #trent crimm #roy kent #colin hughes #sam obisanya #isaac mcadoo #dani rojas #superpowers #Ted Lasso superhero AU

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howtoauyourdragon · 1 year

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A Superhero AU in which Hiccup's superpower is literally the inability to die when he's supposed to.

#interpret that however you want #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #au #alternate universe #superhero au #superpower au #hiccup haddock

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pearl-d1ver · 1 year

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superpower ideas ✦･ﾟ* .•

I’ve been writing a novel about some characters with some powers, and I thought I’d share those powers if anyone needs inspiration for their own characters !!

I tried to make sure each one isn’t entirely overpowered and if it is it has major drawbacks. I also wanted them to be unique, and to my knowledge none of them are copied from already existing characters. Hope these help with anything you may be writing!!

-✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* -

Power Name: Sunspot

This is a healing power that converts light/heat energy into usable energy for the human body for healing. The user of the power can heal people or accelerate the healing time of a wound as long as they have access to a natural light source (sun, fire, etc.) The bigger the wound the more time or energy it will take to heal

- ✦･ﾟ* .•

Power Name: Bloodhound

This power gives the user the ability to see people’s trails/paths, as long as they have an object that belongs to the person they’re tracking or have interacted with them recently. Things like water, snow or certain weather can wash away a trail, so there may be gaps or parts of that person’s trail entirely missing. (for the purposes of my novel the power works on ghosts or long dead people as long as the trail isn’t washed away and the user has the person’s possession, but it can also work only on living people if you’d like)

- ✦･ﾟ* .•

Power Name: Dreamwalker

This person can explore/live through the dreams of people they are near and “catalog” them for later use. They can then bring elements of those dreams into reality, things like objects or events. The larger the element the more power it takes to use, and the more severe the drawbacks for the user. Overuse of this power or overfilling their “catalog” can lead to amnesia, drowsiness, and in extreme cases physical pain.

- ✦･ﾟ* .•

Power Name: Sweettalk

This person can influence other people’s thoughts and feelings based on their tone. If they express a certain emotion in their voice, others will also experience that emotion. It is very powerful but also highly uncontrolled. The user has to be incredibly careful to not drive people to depression, uncontrolled anger, or even a state of happiness in which they can feel nothing else.

-✦･ﾟ* .•

Power Name: Shade Speaker (this one is more supernatural, and may not apply to whatever you’re using these powers for)

This person hear the voices of the dead, as long as they are in darkness or shadow. These voices can be helpful or misleading, and it’s up to the user to decide whether or not to take the advice of these voices.

-✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* .•✦･ﾟ* -

#superpower ideas #superpowers #unique superpowers #writing #writing heroes #superpower au #superhero au #superheros #quirks #quirk ideas #diver speaks

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productofaritual · 1 month

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All Sides Of Justice

ASOJ

Status: In progress

Focus: Bench trio

Superhero AU

Tubbo is a villain planning the most important heist yet with his villain organization, Tommy is a low-ranking hero left out of one too many things for his liking and Ranboo is trying to make the best out of being the world's first vigilante. Coincidentally, they all live in the same apartment and are desperately trying to hide their double lives from each other. Of course, it's only a matter of time before things start going sideways.

(Credit to this post from my beloved mutual for the prompt)

#asoj #its superpower time boys #dsmp #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 writer #dsmp fanfic #dream smp #bench trio #superhero au #this thing ended up with a LOT more plot than i expected #not that im complaining #lars fic intros

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imalazypandaaa · 6 months

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Hi, so while I was attempting to delete one of my other works on ao3 I accidentally deleted Born Ready, which if you don't know is my superhero au. I will have it back up on the site soon but for now it is gone. I didn't mean for that to happen, I will fix it as soon as possible and add the new chapter!

#trafficblr #fanfic #hermitcraft #trafficshipping #empires smp #flower husbands #life series au #life series #treebark #scarian #jizzie #hotguy scar #cuteguy grian #born ready life series superhero au #superhero au #superpowers #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3

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edupunkn00b · 8 months

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Meus ex Machina, Ch. 3: Alone

Edited public domain image of two hands reaching for each other, lit in deep blue and neon green.

Prev - Alone - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

Logan is left alone in the Mad Lads HQ when the team leaves to battle Hesper. But first a peek at three years after they purchased the old Louisa May Alcott museum… -

2093, Concord, MA, USA

“When will they ever stop? When we teach them a lesson?”

Patton’s hot chocolate rattled against the pair of teacups set on either side of it, the force of the hand slapping the table shaking even the pictures on the wall. “Now, Kiddo,” Patton inhaled, exaggerating the movement and giving the pair a gentle smile. Let’s all take a—“

“No! I will not take a breath! And I will not calm down and wait for the Powerless running the government to follow the arc of progress or whatever pacifying bullshit—“

“Language!”

“Papa Bear, it’s alright…” Patton's oldest friend's voice was soft, soothing. He brushed his hand, pacifying or calming, it almost didn't matter at this moment. They couldn't all be frothing at the mouth. “Let him get it out.”

“This isn’t simply some phase I will get past!” He growled, jerking away from the other two. “We’ve been trying things your way for three years now and look where we are!” Arms flung out at his sides, he looked around their newly finished HQ. “We have to hide away behind a forest laced in tripwire because the only thing the Powerless know how to do is hate.”

He stood, shaking his head as he stared at the vidscreen, the latest atrocity playing out in full spectrum splendor. “Maybe it’s time we used our powers for real change and made them stop.”

2105 New Boston, MA, USA

The spiral stairs closed up the moment Silvertongue’s head cleared the opening and Logan was left alone in the cavernous main room. The orange warning lights slowly faded away, returning the room to its earlier almost sunny glow. After scanning the walls for any sign of the cameras he was certain would be active, he gave up. Perhaps Silvertongue might show him where they were. Or maybe even Patton.

He shuddered at the memory of that soft, teddy bear of a man with his hand raised, admitting he’d at least attempted to kill someone.

Who the fuck are you to judge, Sanders? You nearly slaughtered thousands.

Rising to his feet, he walked the perimeter of the room, moving the mech carefully between the wall and the high-backed sofa, then again, sidling past the large table. He peered down the hallways at either end of the room and through the doorway that led to a room filled with computer screens and what looked like several medbeds. Advanced, far more advanced than Logan had even seen at the research center at the University.

White hot fire sizzled through his veins at the thought of his old school, burning away to a dusty, empty ash. His degree was his hope, his path out of the life his genetic lottery loss had cursed him with. Sagging in his suit, he tried to maneuver his way through the just-slightly-too narrow doorway but all he managed to do was nearly trap himself under the lip of the door.

Fuck if that wasn’t the way he wanted to be found when the super hero league showed up again.

Next he tried the hallways and, while they were wide enough, the ceiling dropped significantly in both directions. He would need to stoop-shuffle his way at least fifteen meters, with no way of knowing if there’d ever be room enough to stand. It didn’t matter if the elevators would fit his suit if he couldn’t get his suit to the elevators.

Unless he planned to live in the front room, he was going to need his chair to get around the base.

You’re talking like you’re planning to stay.

He’d left the chair next to the big doorway. Stepping carefully, he approached the panel Silvertongue had shown him and freed his hand from the mech’s cavity. He told himself he was only testing the lock but when the door whooshed open, phantom muscles ached to run and leap outside. To pound against the grass and not look back.

Where would he go? Wanted by Abracadabra, wanted by the University. Unwanted anywhere else. Except… He looked around the room, the plate of chocolate chip cookies still sitting on the table. Unwanted anywhere else except here. The overgrown grass outside was still trampled from their path through the woods. Silvertongue had hiked six miles each way to fetch him.

Maybe it was worth finding out why.

He tapped the panel again and watched the door whoosh back down, hiding away the rest of the world, then he put his arm back in the mech and opened up his chair.

In his rush to get out of the suit, Logan had forgotten to crouch before beginning to climb out of the cavity. He only remembered once he’d completely extricated himself from the machine and hung from the mech’s clavicle. He panicked and his arm seized, fingers spasming into a useless claw before losing his grip and he fell to the mech’s feet with a thud.

Pain shot through his head and his back and he looked up from the floor just in time to see his suit tilt toward him. The piercing wail of the Abracadabra DC’s alarm system filled his ears and he cried out, covering his head with his remaining arm.

But the Picker Bot just kept coming, looming over him, hands at the ready to tear and fold him into packing totes. Cold, heavy durasteel grazed his scarred head before the bot froze with a tooth-rattling clang.

When the bot remained still, , Logan uncovered his eyes and saw he was… safe. He’d managed to stay tucked in a tiny triangle of space between the bottom of the door and his mech, its shoulders pinned against the wall above. Shaking, he lay there for an unconscionably long time until he thought he could breathe. His back and his side ached, and his head throbbed. He reached up, tentatively tapping the growing lump at the back of his head. His hand came away wet.

Careful not to bump the mech and knock it out of its precarious position, he squirmed out from his pocket of safety and dragged himself over to his chair. He’d opened it up often enough on his own to be able to manage. He just… he hadn’t been quite so tired the last time he’d done it. By the time he’d wrangled the thing open, his face was drenched with sweat and he’d pinched two fingers in the folding mechanism.

Panting, he leaned against the open chair for a few minutes before pulling his way up and into the seat. Grateful for his remote mech controller, he set the device in his lap and slowly, slowly, slowly shuffled its feet forward until it stood properly. The battery was running low, but he managed to get it into a corner and down in a crouch, facing outward, to make it easier to climb into later.

The humiliation of having to ask one of the Fantabulous Four for help getting back into his mech was too much to even consider as an option.

When his breathing had finally slowed to a more measured pace, he turned his chair around and headed to the room with the medbeds. With any luck he could find some gauze or a wash kit or something for his head. The bleeding had stopped, but it had left his hair matted and gross. There wasn’t much to be done about his shirt, but it was likely none of them would even look closely enough at him to notice the dried blood at the back of his collar.

He puttered around the room but the space had been built for giants. Even Ultraviolet, the shortest of the Powered group, was at least a half a foot taller than Logan when he’d had his legs. In a chair, the equipment and shelves along the walls were hopeless out of reach. He scavenged what he could from the drawers below the sink and underneath the medbeds, finding a box of gauze pads and rubbing alcohol. Fortunately, he could reach the faucet itself, and the sensors actually registered his presence, instead of seeking out a face-shaped object at ‘eye-level.’

By the time he was done cleaning the gash at the back of his head, Logan was exhausted and cold, his now clean but wet hair dripping down the back of his neck. He’d lost track of exactly when they’d left, but he wasn’t sure how much more time he would have. Hunger called to him and he snagged his unfinished cup and three—three!—cookies from the common room. He ate one and wrapped the other two into a napkin for later. There wasn’t much else to do but pick a hallway and explore.

He finished his drink and tucked the cup between his thigh and the chair and rolled to the left. The corridor was long but wide, and his chair easily fit through, with enough space for someone to even walk alongside him. Doors dotted the hall, each closed, with a rectangular panel to the right of each. He touched the first one as he passed and the door slid open revealing stacks of linens and towels. The door opposite it held an assortment of electrical panels and switches, some sort of breaker room.

If the rows and rows of circuit breakers were all still active, the Powered’s facility was huge. Several banks were labeled with what one might expect, first floor lights, kitchen appliances… Three sections were marked as ‘med bay,’ and ‘computers.’ And one entire bank simply said ‘SECURITY! DON’T TOUCH! —V’

The entire left-hand panel was covered with red switches, each covered in a little plastic bubble in what Logan could only guess was an attempt to prevent accidental changes. Tiny LEDs blinked beside each switch, and additional wires ran out from the top of the panel and into an old-fashioned analog alarm bell drilled into the top of the cabinet.

Whatever the hell that controlled had to be important.

Logan let the door close and began to roll away, but returned to the linen closet when he shivered again. Palming it open, he pulled out two thick towels. One he draped over his shoulders to absorb some of the water from his drippy hair, the other he partially unfolded and lay over his lap like a blanket.

He rolled further down the hall. The next door opened into a fitness center with impossibly large free weights and exercise machines, tumbling mats and bars. Despite the modern equipment, the sunshine streaming in through giant windows, the whole place was entirely too reminiscent of his physical therapy room back at the hospital.

When he was still struggling to regain his speech, the ‘therapists’ had simply talked over him like a piece of furniture, moving his arm and what was left of his thighs and left shoulder like some ragdoll. At least when the director was watching. When she wasn’t, they’d let him sit in his hospital wheelchair for the requisite hour and a half, waiting for an orderly to bring him back to his room.

Logan let the door close and moved on.

The final door didn’t lead to a door at all, but instead an elevator. ‘True to Janus' word, his chair fit nicely and, if he’d manage to find a way to get his mech suit to fit down the corridor, it would fit inside the metal and glass cage as well.

He rolled inside and turned around. Instead of a bank of buttons, there was simply another rectangular panel. Shrugging, Logan pressed his palm against it and the wall lit up with options. None were numbered, simply listing destinations. Giddy with choice, Logan read each one aloud. “Roof garden, observatory, swimming pool, tech lab, library…”

Well, all were labeled as destinations except for ‘Basement.’

Confident no-one would wonder what he might want with a visit to any of the other locations, Logan decidedly tapped Basement and held on as the elevator zoomed down, his stomach left somewhere in his throat, lights zipped past the glass compartment until, at last, the elevator stopped with a dull thud and the doors opened.

Hallway lights flickered to life as he rolled out, but there was no hum of electricity and, when he looked closer, the lights appeared chemical, illumination flowing and swirling brighter, following his path like those old-fashioned glow sticks he’d read about as a kid.

The corridor was much narrower here, still wide enough for his chair but certainly not wide enough for his mech. Without the hum of electricity, it was quiet, the ever-present whine of his own wheelchair’s motor almost deafening as it echoed against stone walls. The mortar between the stones was old, and Logan guessed it might have been part of the original house that had once stood in the place. Or he would have, had that strange elevator ride not taken him as deep as he suspected.

The first door he encountered opened to a small closet filled with bedding, cleaning supplies, and an enormous first aid kit. Besides the elevator, there was only one other door in the corridor, all the way at the end. A bit of light spilled out from a square window set in the door.

And something was moving on it.

He rolled closer, still too far away to clearly see. Logan was still several feet away when something pounded against the door, rattling the window. He stopped his chair.

“Jannie?” a muffled voice called, scared, wavering. “Jannie! Is that you? No… Jannie? You said you’d come!”

Logan froze, afraid to breathe.

“Jannie? That’s not you. Where are you? I hear you, not you. Always not you. Just that one time, well sometimes. It’s so hard to tell the difference between your whispers and your visits, but there was that one time…” The man’s voice started babbling, the banging growing louder and faster. “Jannie! Jannie jannie jannie jannie jannie jannie…”

The banging matched the tempo of his words, each growing louder and more insistent.

“Jannie!” The voice bellowed and Logan rolled backwards, the narrow corridor without affordance to turn around properly. “Jannie! Jannie! Please! Why don’t you come back?” He rolled so fast he passed the elevator, slapping his hand against the panel. The door opened immediately and he rolled inside, the haunting voice echoing down the corridor.

“Come on, please,” he whispered to the deaf device, slamming his hand on the elevator controls and hitting ‘Medbay.’ “Please close, please close, please close…”

“Jannie…” One last, pitiful cry pierced through his chest as the elevator door slid closed and the compartment shot up to the main level. Logan rolled out of the elevator and into the hall, bumping into the far wall. His hand shook too much to properly control his chair and tears poured down his cheeks.

Who the hell had they imprisoned down there?

And was he next?

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cal-writes · 5 days

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hot damn everyone liked the superhero au bit huh, have some more

Law wouldn't consider himself a hero. Officially the government has him classified as a vigilante because he isn't registered or affiliated with any sanctioned hero groups. That's fine by him. He never set out to be a hero, he has other things to focus on.

He is occasionally overcome with altruism however. So when he walks down a street and the two highrise apartment buildings begin to toppel into each other he bothers to create his room and stop them in their tracks.

The world around him floods blue, feels the phantom pressure of their weight as he extends his powers. The cars on the road come to screetching halts, blocking the street. People in the cars up front emerge, running down the way Law came in anticipation of the fight.

The buildings creak, the walls of their ground floors crumbled. The rubble shakes and move down the street as if possessed, straight towards the obvious culprit. A tall man, huge shoulders and purple hair and the only one who isn't running away from the precarious state of the buildings framing the street. He turns towards Law, wearing sunglasses and an ugly sneer.

"Who are you?" The guy asks, lifting his chin.

Name: Trafalgar Law, alias The Surgeon Age: unknown (29) Powers: Room He can summon a bubble - the titular Room - in which he has limited control over the conditions inside, such as air pressure and temperature, as well as every object inside its radius. His signature move "Shambles" switches two objects with each other. (Unbeknownst to the public, Law can also affect living creatures. He's invested in keeping it that way). The bigger his Room the bigger his arsenal but so is the effort required to keep it up.

Law lifts his chin in kind and walks onto the street. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Around them the screaming has quieted down and people are rapidly exiting the building through what remains ground floor and the fire escapes. The structural damage of which hinder the process significantly.

The man laughs and as he does, bits of concret tumbling around him. "You a hero?" He asks as the rubble rises to float around him. Some sort of telekisis then, Law notes. Though it must be limited to a specific type of matter. Glass shards and bits of rebar remain where they are unless the are stuck in the stone.

Law puts his hands in his pockets and shrugs, looking around lazily. The thing that had caused the buildings to fall where the huge holes in its structure, compromising their integity. Both buildings were primarily apartments with the odd office in between. As if they had been specifically chosen for the maximum amount of casualties.

"You a villain?" Law replies and the man throws his head back to laugh.

"You tell me." He says. The floating rocks become a vortex, flying in spirals around him and Law widens his stance. The first rock that flies towards him goes wide even without having to dodge but the second is getting closer. If he weren't currently occupied holding two buildings in place this would be easy. But as he is very much occupied doing that, all he can do is dodge and hope that the people inside hurry the fuck up.

A volley of rubble comes his way with enough speed that he will eat one of them if he doesn't stop them otherwise so he thrusts out his hand, increasing the air pressure until it stops dead. Around him the buildings creak dangerously, the screaming increases as they wobble. He curses under his breath, moving his hands in a wide arch to grab onto the buildings again. If he could just move them it would be trivial, alas he is stuck with what he has.

The brief lurch has slowed the evacuation. Thanks to his Room Law knows exactly how many people are still inside and none of them are moving anywhere much to his dismay. Except for one. He grits his teeth. One person that had been climbing down the fire escape from their balcony has lost their footing, barely holding onto the rail and Law knows it's a matter of seconds before their plummet.

The asshole responsible is pulling more projectiles towards him, gleefully smirking and Law wants to smash his face in. He vows to do it later.

A sharp yell and the persons grib slips tumbling freely towards the street below and moves. His arm shoots up, focusing his control over the area around the person to slow their fall without letting the buildings move. He sees the twister of concret roar back up around his opponent and knows it's about to be ugly.

(Options: 1. Drop the person - no, 2. drop the buildings further - not recommended as it will likely cause more injuries and/or people falling that he will have to rescue, 3. dodge the giant bit of rubble heading his way - sudden movement will jeopardize his control and possilby cause both options 1 and 2 to occur, 4. stand there and take the hit - risky if something vital is hit but if he has trajectory correct it will merely hit his shoulder)

Law stands his ground, braces for impact as he lowers the falling civilian slowly to the ground. His body tenses.

He notices the pollen first before he becomes aware of the shadow piercing his Room. A flash moves in his periphial vision, followed by a horrible metallic sound. The civillain touches the ground and scrambles down the street with a frantic thanks, unharmed.

"Need a hand?" Demon asks him, a sword in each hand, deflecting the projectiles headed his way.

Name: Roronoa Zoro, alias East Demon Age: unknown (Law assumes they are close in age based on appearance) Powers: unknown (something that Law has a personal gripe with) All he knows that he is good at close quarters offence with a few long range attacks that he hasn't seen enough times to determine exactly how they work.

Demon is dressed in street clothes, black jeans and a white shirt. Only the black bandana over his head is part of his uniform. It hides his hair and casts his eyes in shadow. His third sword is still hanging on his hip, waiting for use.

Law grimaces. "I can handle myself." He tells him.

Even without seeing his face, he knows that Demon rolls his eyes. The thunder of a rifle sounds and Law flinches on reflex before he sees the impact on one of the villains stones, shattering it into smaller pieces. Law follows the origin of the shot and just barely sees a figure on one of the neighbouring buildings but he doesn't need to see him clearly to know who it is most likely to be.

Name: unknown last name Usopp, aliases Snipergod, Savant Age: 22 Powers: unconfirmed accuracy ability He is trained in all manner of firearms and has near inhuman accuracy with all of them. Thusfar unclear if it is a trained ability or a physical trait.

"Where's the rest of your merry band of assholes?" He asks.

Demon's sword sparks as it collides with a piese of rubble, causing it harmlessly land next to them.

Law wouldn't exactly consider Demon and his group allies or friends. But he does owe them his life or whatever (he tries not to dwell on it - if only Luffy would give him the opportunity to return the favor).

"Snipergod is giving cover and Lady Ohara is helping evacuation." Demon tells him.

Name: Nico Robin, aliases Lady Ohara, Mrs. All Sundays, Demon Child Age: 33 Power: Bloom She expells pollen and can create fully functional additonal limbs and organs whereever the pollen reach. They are extentions of herself and as such, suceptible to damage that she will suffer from.

"You have the buildings?" Demon asks.

Law bristles but swallows it down. Not the time. "And the rest of you?" He asks instead of answering because the answer should be obvious.

"Not here, we happened to be in the area." Demon says and Law scoffs. Just his luck.

"Right. You know this asshole?" He asks.

"Calls himself Zed, for cement." Demon tells him and Law glares at his back. His muscles move underneath his shirt as he slashes at the bits of concret.

"That doesn't even make sense!"

Demon shrugs with one shoulder and pivots on his heel to catch a stray piece of rubble. "That's what he said. We fought him before."

Law groans. "What a tool." He mutters. "How long until all the civilians are out?"

Horrifyingly a mouth appears on Demon's shoulder as well as an ear. Even knowing Lady Ohara it freaks him out.

"I estimate around twenty more minutes." The mouth on Demon's shoulder tells him. "Are any injured or trapped?" She asks and Law closes his eyes, focuses his awareness in the Room.

"None so far. Children on the seventh floor of the left building." He says.

"Understood. We contacted Handyman, estimated time of arrival is four minutes." She tells him.

Name: Cutty Flam, alieses Handyman, Iron Man, Cyborg Age: 39 Powers: Material Creation He can convert energy into objects, creating them out of thin air. Due to his background in carpentry he most often creates wood or other building materials and crafts insane structures out of them. Additonally half his body is mechanical (reason unknown) and has a variety of weapons and tools stored inside.

Law rolls his shoulders and makes his neck crack. Four minutes until Handyman can secure the buildings and free up Law from the burden.

"Shouldn't you cover your teammate?" Law asks as Demon deflects the next assault on them. Zed roars, focus split between trying to attack Law and protecting himself from Snipergod's shots.

Demon huffs. "She's hidden. If I go to her I'll reveal her location." He says and Law begrudgingly admits that he's the most vulnerable player on the field right now. "You got here first. Your call." Demon tells him and the ease in which he defers to Law catches him off guard.

He's too used to both heroes and vigilantes having too big of an ego for teamwork. It's a nice change of pace. Though he is acutely aware that it would be a different story if Demon's leader were here.

Law glances around and tries to assess the situation. Without having to spend time to defend himself, his hold of the buildings is rock solid and Lady Ohara will make the evacuation go much quicker. With Snipergod keeping Zed occupied he won't be able to get away quickly.

"Can you deal with him?" Law asks, ducking his head when a piece of rubble chips off and passes by Demon. Nothing big enough that would cause damage.

"If I can get close." Demon tells him. They must have come here in a hurry. The knot of his bandana is beginning to come lose, showing off the grass greeen hair underneath.

Law looks past him towards Zed. He only catches a glimpse of the man's sneer before the ground rumbles. Conrete and rubble rolling towards him until he is completely encased. The buildings further down the road start to crack Snipergod's next bullets barely put a dent in the stone.

"I can get you close." Law says, breathing deeply. The area is already huge in order to encompass the entire two buildings but not big enough to catch Zed in it too. He doesn't even to run from it as Law expands his room. It swallows him easily. Law crocks his fingers, pulling at the stone surrounding Zed.

Here is why Law tends to keep a low profile and prefer quick beat down fights: If his opponent knows how his ability works, it's easier for them to resist it.

Zed's hold onto his makeshift armor is too complete for Law to make any piece of it budge. He grits his teeth. "If you can cut through stone." He adds, exhaling sharply. There has to be something else.

"With enough speed I can." Demon tells him and Law files that little tidbit away to investigate later. Law looks off in the direction of Snipergod.

"Lady Ohara, tell Snipergod to fire on my mark." Law says, focusing in Zed. More and more rubble joins him, lifting him higher off the ground. The rocks becoming and extention of himself. "You are going to be very fast, I won't be able to catch you." He tells Demon who simply nods.

With a gust of pollen, a mouth and ear appear on Law's shoulder and he resists the urge to shudder. "Where should he aim?" She asks him, voice strained. If he focuses he can feel her presence all around them, bits of her and her limbs in every room of the two buildings.

"Dealers choice." Law tells Demon who moves his head slighly to speak over his shoulder.

"Throat." He tells the ear there.

It disappears from Demon's body with a whisper. "On your mark, Surgeon." The mouth on Law's shirt says.

The buildings around Zed shake, losing chips of plaster, whole chunks being pulled into the orbit of the man's powers. They don't have much time.

Demon shifts his stance, puts one of his swords in between his lips before unseathing the third one.

"Ready." He says with surprising clearity.

Law breathes, watches the rubble tornado pick up speed. "Now." The rifle bellows and Law feels the instant it crosses into his Room. His index and ring finger curl underneath his thumb. "Shambles."

The bullet slams into the road below him and in its stead, Demon flies through the air. The blades of his swords turn black and a palpable aura appears around him. As if smoke were pouring out of his orifices but not in same composition. Immaterial. An energy so potent it becomes visible.

A deafening screech sounds as Demon flies past Zed, crashing through a shopwindow on the other side of the street.

For a heartbeat, Law thinks Snipergod missed his shot. Then everything stops. The rubble floating around Zed pauses midair before it rains to the ground. A red hot line cuts across his stone outer body. His armor slowly falls away, his hand shaking as he reaches for his torso. It takes another second for Zed to realize what happened before his body collapses in on itself, buried under his own rubble.

Law exhales, pulling his room closer around himself and the buildings to make the burden easier on himself. "Status on Demon?" He asks.

"Unclear. I had to leave or risk injury." Lady Ohara tells him curtly, unhappiness audible.

Law glances towards Snipergod but his figure has disappeared from the top of the building, probably making his way down. Behind him he hears footsteps accompanied with a metallic clatter and when he turns he sees the turqoise hair of Handyman and his terrible red unbottoned shirt as he runs towards them. Law wants to believe that Handyman is only wearing speedos because of the urgency but unfortunately he knows the man to be an exhibitionist.

He gives Law a thumbs up as he skitts over the asphalt towards the closest building, dropping something round and metallic at his feet that extends into support rods that shoot into the walls to hold it up. Handyman secures them quickly while creating rebar out of thin air and adding to his patch job. On the other side of the road and the other building a flurry of pollen is the precursor to hundreds of arms shooting out of the ground, bracing against the walls. Law lets go of his hold slowly, testing the new support before he is sure it's safe to let go.

The weight leaving him is almost dizzying. While using his powers he doesn't notice it as much but the sudden lack of pressure is so stark he stumbles forward, only years of practise helping him to catch his feet. No sign of Snipergod yet and the rest of the street is deserted. Distantly Law notices the sound of sirens.

He doesn't run but it's a close thing (just to be efficient not because he's worried). The shopfront window has a human sized hole, destroying the logo printed on it that would identify it as a café. Chairs and tables have toppled and splintered, a swathe of destruction ending in the bar counter that has been broken in two. A pile of glass, wood and the remnants of an espresso machine obscured Demon save for his black boot sticking out from underneath.

Law climbs through the broken window, glass crunching under his feet. "You still alive?" He asks loudly, heart hammering in his chest.

A groan, and the pile of carnage shifts. Law hurries over to get the biggest pieces off. The espresso machine is warped, sharp metal everywhere.

A hand plunges through the rubble first and Law takes a step back, feet slipping underneath him. Demon breaks through. He sits up, shaking his head like a dog and making splinters fly everywhere. Law makes room before he gets hit by the debris (and so he doesn't do anything stupid loke offer a hand).

Demon's bandana slips off, having hung on by a thread to the man's head. Green hair is sticking up with sweat and blood, the latter of which also runs down his face. Little cuts and scrapes all over. He doesn't appear to be too injured, Law wagers from Demon's movement. He digs himself out of the rubble without issue. His shirt is ripped in parts, leaving little patches of red on the white fabric as he takes care to pick all the wood from it.

He looks past Law, squinting out the window. "We got him?" He asks, shuddering slightly.

Law nods and feels stupid standing there.

Demon nods, sheathing one of his swords before reaching out blind to grab the third from the rubble. He presses the flag blade against his forehead briefly, muttering something Law doesn't catch before he sheaths the other two swords.

He blinks with the one eye that isn't scarred over and blind as blood runs into it, obscuring his vision.

A common theory about Demon's abilities is that is must be a healing factor of some sort or he that he simply doesn't feel pain at all. Law has seen him fight and fought alongside him too many times to believe that.

Demon winces slightly as he steps down from his pile, sliding on the broken wood.

He wipes at his brow to stop the blood flow. "Nice work." He tells Law with a smirk that shows off his teeth, pink with bloody saliva.

Law takes a second too long to remember himself. He huffs and turns around, stomping back to the front of the shop.

"Could have done without your help." He says, seeing Snipergod emerge from the building across the street and jog in their direction.

Demon snorts. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome." Law bends down to pick up a piece of glass and with a flick of his wrist and a small Room, its replaced with Demon's bandana. Miraculously it appears to be undamaged. He holds it out towards the other man as he comes to stand by his side. It's as much of an apology as he will lower himself too. After all it was his plan that caused Demon's injuries.

"Thanks." Demon says, having no qualms about gratitude. "Drinks?" He asks as Snipergod reaches the broken window, out of breath.

Law is grateful for it too because with one word, Demon has derailed Law's entire train of thought. He looks at him as Demon ties his bandana around his head (and over his injury which makes Law bristle professionally).

"Oh, thank god," Snipergod says, holding his chest. "He's good." He tells the ear on the strap of his rifle. "That was so stupid." He whines dramatically.

Demon shrugs. "Worked out, didn't it?" Is all he says before climbing outside. Law follows after some delay.

#op #its so long im sorry lol #if im ever succinct its bc ive been replaced by aliens #superhero au #superpower au

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