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hello-anchan · 6 months ago

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/60389362/chapters/155584693

One Piece x SVSSS Crossover Fic

Pairing: Portgas D. Ace/Shen Jiu | Original Shen Qingqiu

Chapter Summary: “PUT DOWN THAT BOOK!” Ning Yingying shrieked, looking like she might explode from embarrassment.

Chapter 5/15

The morning sunlight filtered into the classroom with an almost magical glow, casting everything in dreamy, rosy hues. Birds chirped melodiously from nowhere—were those sparrows harmonising?—while blossoms of every kind, somehow defying their usual seasonality, peeked through the cracks in the stone. Everything felt unnervingly vibrant, and Shen Jiu could practically taste the sugar-sweetness in the air.

He frowned, his grip on his fan tightening. What on earth is wrong with me? Was he falling ill? He hadn’t felt this lightheaded in... well, ever. Certainly not since last night’s little—no, no, he wasn’t thinking about that. Absolutely not. He was Shen Qingqiu, the esteemed Qing Jing Peak Lord. He didn’t get all... fluttery over something as trivial as a roguish grin and some glowing fireballs.

His disciples sat before him, side-eyeing their shizun with barely disguised wariness. They’d been whispering since the lesson began.

“Why does Shizun look... happy?” one muttered under his breath.

“Do you think he ate something weird?”

“Shizun doesn’t eat, you idiot.”

“Maybe he’s possessed?”

Shen Jiu ignored their murmurs—well, he wasn’t even listening to them in the first place. His mind drifted for the fifth time that morning to a certain freckled, grinning idiot. What could that brute be up to right now? And more importantly, why isn’t the little beast here? His gaze swept the room, landing pointedly on the conspicuously empty seat at the back. Probably skipping lessons to train with the brute. Hmph.

…‘Hmph’? Shen Qingqiu, the esteemed Qing Jing Peak Lord, does not ‘hmph’.

A prick of irritation jabbed at him, though he couldn’t quite place why. Was it annoyance that one of his disciples was shirking his studies? Or something... else? His fan snapped open with a flick of his wrist as he pressed his lips into a thin line. I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous of that brat spending time with... He slammed the fan down on the desk, the sound echoing through the room like a clap of thunder.

The disciples jumped in their seats, snapping to attention as the atmosphere in the room shifted from suspiciously cheerful to ominously stormy. The rosy glow disappeared, replaced by an almost tangible weight in the air.

One particularly brave soul whispered, “I told you. Possessed.”

“Silence,” Shen Jiu hissed, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. He stood behind his desk, his fan tapping against the wood in barely contained irritation.

“If any of you,” he said slowly, his tone like the calm before the storm, “are foolish enough to follow in Luo Binghe’s footsteps and think skipping my lesson is acceptable, I will make you regret it.”

The disciples straightened in their seats, not daring to breathe too loudly. Shen Jiu’s stormy gaze swept over them, but inwardly, he cursed himself. Why am I even thinking about them? Why am I thinking about...him?

The lesson finally began proper, but the faintest pink lingered at the tips of Shen Jiu’s ears.

—

Luo Binghe’s eyes sparkled with awe, his training sword slack in his grip as he watched Ace summon flames that twisted and danced like living creatures. Each flicker and burst of fire seemed to reflect Ace’s energy, wild and untamed.

“Whoa,” Luo Binghe breathed, clutching his sword tighter. “It’s like your fire has a mind of its own.”

Ace grinned, a carefree smirk on his face that never failed to make everything look less serious than it was. “You think that’s cool? Watch this!”

With a flick of his hand, Ace sent a spiralling flame shooting up into the sky. It burst into a cascade of smaller, flickering fireballs that fell like shooting stars, illuminating the surrounding bamboo forest.

Luo Binghe ducked, instinctively raising his sword. “That’s amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it!”

“Glad you like it—now, think fast!” Ace lunged, his arm ablaze as he threw a controlled fire punch towards the boy, who narrowly dodged and countered with a swift slash of his sword. The flames wrapped around the blade for a moment, harmless but mesmerising.

The sparring intensified, and for a while, it was pure exhilaration. Ace felt alive in a way he hadn’t since he was imprisoned in Impel Down. He was unshackled, free to push himself fully.

Unfortunately, freedom came with consequences.

“Uh… Ace-ge?” Luo Binghe’s voice wavered, his gaze fixed behind Ace.

Ace turned, wiping sweat from his brow, and froze. A section of the bamboo forest was smouldering, the once lush green now singed black. Smoke curled into the air, and a few stalks cracked ominously before toppling over.

“…Oops.”

“Oops?” Luo Binghe repeated, torn between amazement and panic. “Shizun is going to kill us! This is his favourite part of the peak!”

Ace scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “I got carried away, huh?”

“You think?!”

Before Luo Binghe could say more, Ace clapped him on the back. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll fix it before Chu—uh, your shizun—finds out. Watch this!”

Ace snapped his fingers, conjuring small, controlled flames to carefully burn away the remaining smouldering debris. The result… wasn’t great. The charred area looked even more obvious, the blackened bamboo now stark against the rest of the untouched forest.

Luo Binghe stared. “You made it worse.”

Ace laughed nervously, rubbing his neck. “Y’know, maybe this is a ‘run and hope for the best’ kind of situation.”

“Maybe?” Luo Binghe’s panic was barely contained. “You don’t know Shizun. He will find out.”

“…Well,” Ace said, placing a reassuring hand on Luo Binghe’s shoulder. “If he’s mad, I’ll take the fall. I can handle a little fan to the face.”

“You’ve never seen him actually angry,” Luo Binghe pouted.

Ace just grinned. “It’ll be fine, trust me. Worst case, I’ll light up some more fireballs to cheer him up.”

“Or he’ll use his fan to knock you off the peak,” Luo Binghe replied grimly, though a small smile tugged at his lips despite himself.

The two stood amidst the damage, one nervous and the other grinning as if nothing had gone wrong. Somewhere in the distance, the ominous crackle of thunder hinted that someone was definitely not in a good mood.

—

The dimly lit room was piled high with scrolls, ledgers, and complaint forms. An Ding Peak Lord Shang Qinghua sat at his desk, quill in hand, twitching as he skimmed through yet another stack of requests. His face was a symphony of despair as he looked at the latest scroll he picked from the growing mountain of paperwork.

“Another requisition from Qing Jing Peak?” he squeaked, his voice climbing several octaves. He rifled through the pile with frantic movements, his expression growing more aghast with each scroll he picked up. “More replacement bamboo? Repair requests for practice dummies? New roof tiles? Just how many roofs do they have to keep destroying?! Are they summoning demons or something?”

He flipped to another scroll, this one detailing an absurdly high foodstock order. His hand froze mid-air.

“Wait… this is—” He checked the dates again. “The fourth increase in food intake this month! Did Shen Qingqiu secretly start cultivating a hidden ninja village?! Or—” his breath hitched, his paranoia flaring, “—is he finally leaning into his villain arc bribing people to make them like him more before Luo Binghe blackens?! No, no, wait—what if he’s raising an army of spiritual beasts to stage a coup against the sect? WTF is happening to the plot?!”

Shang Qinghua buried his face in his hands, his quill dripping ink onto his paperwork. “I’m gonna go bald. I can feel it. My hairline’s already receding because of the demonic realm plots, and now this!”

He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. “Why can’t these people just… live peacefully? Fix their own problems? Stop… burning things?!”

As if to mock him, a fresh scroll landed on his desk with a thud, carried by a dutiful disciple.

“New request from Qing Jing Peak, Shizun.”

Shang Qinghua let out a long, broken whimper.

“...What now?”

—

Shen Jiu sat at his meticulously organised desk, a fresh stack of reports in front of him. His brow was furrowed as he pretended to focus on a particularly dull scroll detailing the peak’s current herb inventory. He wasn’t actually reading it. No, his mind was elsewhere—more specifically, on the bamboo house.

“That brat…” Shen Jiu muttered under his breath, tapping his fan impatiently against the desk. “Skipping lessons again. Probably off training with him.”

For the past week, Ace’s training sessions with Luo Binghe had escalated to maddening levels. Trees reduced to charcoal, practice dummies turned to ash—it was as if a natural disaster had decided to settle here. Shen Jiu had reprimanded Ace sharply more than once, his fan snapping shut with enough force to echo through the courtyard. And yet, he’d begrudgingly submitted yet another stack of repair requisitions to An Ding Peak, muttering under his breath about the audacity of reckless brutes.

His lips pressed into a thin line. It wasn’t like he cared that Luo Binghe was shirking his responsibilities as a disciple. Or that Ace seemed to be getting along with him. No, he was simply concerned about the peak’s reputation. Yes, that was it.

“And what exactly is he teaching that boy anyway? How to punch trees until they catch fire?”

He snapped his fan shut with a loud clack, startling the disciples peeking nervously from the doorway. They hurriedly ducked out of sight before their Shizun’s prickly temper could land on them.

Shen Jiu let out a sharp exhale, glaring down at his desk. He was the Qing Jing Peak Lord. He had duties, responsibilities, things that demanded his attention.

...But none of those things stopped the faint, nagging jealousy creeping up his spine.

His eyes flicked toward the window, where the afternoon sun streamed in. His grip on the fan tightened.

“Fine,” he muttered, standing abruptly. His disciples scrambled out of his way as he strode through the corridor, the hem of his robes fluttering dramatically behind him. “If that boy can waste his time playing with fire, then so can I.”

Of course, Shen Jiu wasn’t about to abandon his duties. He was far too responsible for that. But who said he couldn’t multitask?

—

Ace stood awkwardly in the middle of the open training ground, tugging at the stiff collar of the pristine white-and-green Qing Jing robes Shen Jiu had manhandled him into putting on earlier. He grumbled under his breath, “I’m telling you, this doesn’t suit me.”

The Peak Lord had made it very clear—since Ace seemed so eager to train Luo Binghe, why not extend his enthusiasm to the other disciples as well? Now here he was, stuck in robes that felt more like a straitjacket than clothing.

One of the disciples passing by nearly tripped over herself, letting out a barely concealed giggle. Another whispered something to her friend, both of them sneaking glances at Ace from behind their sleeves. A bemused expression crossed Ace’s face as he glanced around, suddenly feeling like he was some kind of circus act.

A small group of girls had taken it upon themselves to hover nearby, giggling and whispering with increasing excitement. Ace caught snippets like, “He’s so tall!” “Shizun’s man, huh?” and “Those arms—!”

“What was that last one?” Ace asked, his grin sharp and teasing as he turned towards them. The girls squealed and scattered like startled birds.

“Well, at least someone’s enjoying themselves,” Ace sighed, tugging at the belt that was cinching the robe a little too tightly around his waist. He shot a glance toward the far end of the training grounds, where Shen Jiu stood surrounded by a small group of disciples.

The man was in his element, frowning and gesturing sharply as he corrected their sword stances. His fan (a pale sunshine yellow with thin gold stitching) snapped open and shut as he pointed out errors, his movements precise and authoritative. Ace couldn’t help but grin.

It was clear that Shen Jiu had a natural talent for teaching, his every movement radiating control and confidence. Ace was struck by the stark contrast between the man’s usual prickly demeanour and how he commanded the class. There was something compelling about his intensity, even if it was hard to take him seriously with that fan in his hand.

Then his gaze wandered down to the spotless, constricting robes Shen Jiu had forced him into. “...Bet you anything this top half’s coming off by the end of the day,” he muttered.

A sudden chorus of laughter drew his attention back to the girls, who were now giggling even harder. Ace blinked, realising too late that he had said it out loud.

From across the training grounds, Shen Jiu snapped his head toward Ace, his fan freezing mid-motion. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

Ace raised his hands in mock surrender, smiling appeasingly. "Uh... nothing! Just enjoying the fresh air!"

Shen Jiu’s glare promised retribution, but he returned to his teaching without a word. The girls, meanwhile, dissolved into another round of giggles.

Ace sighed, resigning himself to being the spectacle of the day. He turned to the group of giggling female disciples, raising an eyebrow at their constant, amused whispers. “So, what do y’all usually do around here when you’re not sneaking glances at me?”

Ning Yingying, ever the boldest, smiled sweetly. “Oh, not much... just play the guqin, read books, maybe some handiwork like crafting little trinkets.”

“Handiwork?” Ace repeated, eyes lighting up. “Hey, I can do that! Let me teach you!”

Without missing a beat, he grabbed several lengths of bamboo, already stripped and prepared for crafting, and started weaving it with surprising ease. The girls watched him, slack-jawed, as Ace quickly shaped the bamboo into something practical yet charming. A basket. Then a hat. And another one, this time with intricate twists.

“Ooh, look at that!” one of the disciples exclaimed, “He’s so good at it!”

"A true vision of masculine grace,” another sighed dreamily.

“Shizun’s man is so dependable,” a third giggled. “As expected of our Shizun!”

Ace barely noticed the flurry of praise—he was too focused on perfecting his bamboo craft. But the girls’ enthusiasm was palpable, and their words floated around him like petals in the breeze.

Ning Yingying, her eyes twinkling, leaned in a little closer. “So, Ace-gege, what do you and Shizun usually do together when you're at the bamboo house? You know... since it’s just the two of you.”

Ace blinked, clearly not expecting that. “Err...we eat and talk?”

The disciples erupted in giggles, all of them exchanging winks and nudges. “Ohoho~ We get it,” one of them teased. “You eat...am I right?”

They all burst into even more peals of laughter, making Ace wonder if they were trying to get something out of him that he wasn’t picking up.

“Uh…” Ace scratched the back of his head, awkwardly. “Yeah. I mean, we just... talk and eat. Well, I'm the one doing most of the eating. Is your shizun on some kind of diet or something?”

Amidst the tittering girls and the bamboo pieces scattered around him, Ace’s gaze shifted over to Shen Jiu, who was now busy instructing Luo Binghe. His eyes curved in amusement as he watched Shen Jiu adjust the boy’s stance with meticulous care.

What caught Ace’s attention was the subtle change in Shen Jiu’s manner. Despite his usual sharp tones and distant air, there was a gentleness in the way he guided the boy, his hands steady and patient as he corrected his disciple’s form. The tenderness was unexpected.

What an improvement. Ace’s chest swelled with pride.

Luo Binghe, on the other hand, seemed completely entranced, his eyes wide with an almost dazed look, as if he couldn’t quite believe that his shizun was being so kind to him. His expression wavered between awe and the verge of tears, touched by Shen Jiu’s rare gentleness. Ace couldn’t help as he huffed out a breath of amusement. What a crybaby. Really reminds me of...

He chuckled to himself, watching Luo Binghe try his best to hold back tears, clearly overwhelmed by the attention he was receiving.

The girls had wandered off to pick flowers, their newly-woven baskets in hand. Ace was left alone for the moment, surrounded by scattered bamboo pieces and half-finished craft projects. His fingers absently toyed with a few stray pieces of bamboo, but his attention was soon drawn to something on the ground. A book, lying there as though discarded carelessly.

Curious, Ace picked it up, flipping through the pages. He couldn’t read the language of this world, but what the hell? A book was a book, right? He flipped another page. His eyes scanned the page for a moment before pausing, his brain finally registering what he was looking at.

“Wait, what the—” Ace’s voice trailed off. His eyes widened as he stared at what appeared to be… a very graphic drawing. His face went blank, then slowly, his lips quirked into an amused smirk. “Well, would you look at that… A very well-drawn di—” He was cut off by a sudden, high-pitched scream right by his ear.

“PUT DOWN THAT BOOK!” Ning Yingying shrieked, looking like she might explode from embarrassment.

Ace flinched as his ears rang from the shrill sound. “Wha—?!”

He wondered if his eardrums might have popped. He blinked blankly at Ning Yingying’s horrified expression… Then looked back down at the book and flicked through the pages with casual interest.

“It’s just a biology textbook, right?” He asked, his tone completely innocent.

Ning Yingying let out a sound that was akin to the strangled gasps of a dying chicken.

And then it clicked.

His memories flashed back to his childhood days living in a ramshackle shed on the mountain with Dadan and her bandits. After 10-year-old Ace had discovered a collection of strange magazines under the floorboards, Dadan had beaten up her men and threatened Ace to never talk about such topics with her. Ace had never really understood her reaction at the time, but there was something eerily similar about the book in his hands now.

“Oh,” Ace said slowly, as realisation dawned on him. “This is like a porn mag…but for girls? Cool!” He nodded approvingly, impressed by the detail of the drawings. It was pretty well done, after all.

The girls’ faces turned bright red, and they began stammering, unsure whether to hide their faces or run for cover. Ning Yingying’s jaw dropped.

Before Ace could continue his musings, he felt something hard jab into the back of his head. It wasn’t overly painful, but it was definitely a sharp reminder of who was in charge around here. He turned to see Shen Jiu standing imposingly behind him.

“Shizun!” Ning Yingying cried out in a relieved gasp, “Please, don't let him—”

“Enough,” Shen Jiu cut her off, his voice icy cold as he turned to Ace. “Give me that.”

The glare on his face was enough to make the pirate release the book without a fight, and Shen Jiu immediately tucked the book away into his robes.

A pointed look at his disciples sent them running off.

The bamboo house was quiet, almost too quiet, as Shen Jiu sat at the head of the table in his study, his fan resting neatly on the table beside him. Ning Yingying, kneeling at the other end of the table, shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. She had come to report, but there was a certain tension in the air, one that made the normally fearless girl hesitate.

She couldn’t tell him that she was involved in the creation of the book (she loves her life too much to admit that), but…

"Shizun," she began, her voice soft but earnest, "I just... wanted to inform you that copies of that book are already circulating around the mountain.” Her face was flushed from panic and desperate self-preservation. “It appears to have started from Xian Shu Peak… Not that I'm blaming anyone there, of course!”

Shen Jiu gave a sharp nod, dismissing her with a flick of his wrist. "I am not interested in your excuses," his eyes narrowed. "Just make sure it doesn’t spread beyond this mountain."

Ning Yingying looked momentarily forlorn, casting a lingering glance at the book she had hoped to retrieve. But Shen Jiu had already dismissed her, signalling that her time here was up. She rose reluctantly, her shoulders slumped, and left without saying another word.

Shen Jiu let out a sigh once she was gone, his gaze landing on the offending book resting on the table. He stared at it for a long moment, his mind working furiously. Eventually, with a resigned grunt, he flipped the book open. His eyes skimmed the pages for a few seconds before he slammed it shut with a loud thwack. His face flushed slightly, but his expression quickly hardened as he muttered to himself.

“What’s there to be so flustered about?” he grumbled under his breath. “It’s just words and drawings. Pull yourself together.”

But his hand trembled slightly as he opened the book again, his gaze zooming onto the detailed illustration. The two figures in the drawing were so realistic, so meticulously drawn... One of them looked suspiciously like himself. And the other—Ace? No, it couldn’t be. But the freckles, the hair—everything fit too perfectly.

Without thinking, he slammed the book shut once more. The sound echoed in the quiet study, leaving a stunned silence in its wake. His breathing was a little quick, his heartbeat slightly faster than usual.

"If copies of this book are truly being spread around," he stared at the book as though it were a venomous snake, "It seems I’m about to be greeting some unwanted visitors soon."

“Yo!” Ace popped his head into the room, his cheeky grin in place. Without waiting for an invitation, he strolled inside. The formerly pristine white-and-green Qing Jing robes that Shen Jiu had forced on him earlier were now a far cry from their intended appearance—the neckline had been tugged loose, revealing a glimpse of his collarbones and scarred chest, while the sleeves had been rolled up and tied securely to his shoulders, leaving his tattooed bicep on display. “What, you're still upset over the porn mag? Lighten up, it's normal for kids that age.”

Shen Jiu shot him a glare so sharp, it could cut glass. “It's not about that,” he huffed, straightening his robes as if he could physically push the uncomfortable situation away.

But before Shen Jiu could continue his tirade, Ace suddenly plopped a bamboo hat over his head. “Aw, it suits you!”

The moment Ace flashed that crooked, toothy smile, something strange happened. Shen Jiu’s heart skipped a beat—then began pounding erratically, as if trying to escape his chest. His face was burning, his vision swirling. What—what was happening? Why did it feel so hot in here? Was he…was he truly falling sick?

Shen Jiu blinked rapidly, trying to steady himself, but it only made things worse. “I-I—” he stammered, but his brain was too foggy to form coherent thoughts.

Ace leaned in closer, his warm hand suddenly cupping Shen Jiu’s cheek. His palm was rough, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. "You're looking a little flushed there, Chu. You sure you’re okay?"

Shen Jiu mentally cursed himself. He was not that susceptible. Gritting his teeth, he reached up and grabbed Ace’s wrist, pulling it firmly away from his face. “I’m not... sick,” he muttered, his voice low and defensive, as if saying it would somehow make it true.

—

Qian Cao Peak Lord Mu Qingfang sorted through his schedule with the same precision he applied to his medical practice. His eyes landed on a familiar notation, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Ah," he heaved out a resigned sigh, "It's time for Shen-shixiong’s monthly health checkup."

Omake (aka the part i couldn’t fit into the main story)

The girls flitted around Ace, bombarding him with questions about their shizun. Ace, ever the charmer, responded amiably, nodding along. "Mm, yeah, your Shizun is cute... really cute, actually."

The girls giggled in agreement, and Ace beamed proudly at the compliment he's given Shen Jiu–

SMACK!

A fan flew through the air with deadly accuracy, landing squarely on Ace’s forehead.

"Damn, he has good aim and good hearing," Ace glanced over to where Shen Jiu was standing on the other side of the field, not even looking at him, his expression unreadable.

Omake 2

During his introduction to the disciples

Ace – grinning confidently “I’m Peak Lord Shen’s distant cousin from—”

Ace looks at his palm, squinting at the smudged ink

Ace – “...uh, Goldfish Poop Island?”

Shen Jiu smacks him. Hard.

(kidding, sj prob just told his disciples that ace was a guest cultivator with some fire technique thingy but obv no one believes him)

#one piece #onepiece #svsss #mxtx svsss #scum villain self saving system #portgas d ace #original shen qingqiu #shen jiu #portgas d ace lives #og sqq deserves happiness #crossover #ao3 fanfic #luo binghe #ning yingying #svsss fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #Embers of redemption #Keeping you warm series

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cimmerian1275 · 2 months ago

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🫵 GREMLINS

He’s feeling devious

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Matching with @cimmerian1275 of their Donnie in an ask

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thejollyrabbit · 7 months ago

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Crossover AU Idea: for She-Ra and the Princesses Of Power, post series finale, someone asks everyone else if they are going to do anything about the 99% of The Horde that didn't come to Etheria but are still oppressing the rest of the universe.

Cue one spaceship or teleporter or the ability to just straight up teleport their whole planet (because if the planet can pocket dimension itself then any planetary space-time shenanigans are on the table) and poof, any amount of cast can crossover with ANYTHING!

You want Entrapta to rope Hordak into heisting the Iron Man armor because Tony Stark won't share the blueprints for her to geek out over... DONE!

You want the Mink Tribe to teach Catra how to use Electro... DONE!

You want She-Ra to duel wield a Light Saber with her Sword of Protection... DONE!

You want Sea Hawk to be best buddies with, or any the hell out of, Captain Jack Sparrow... DONE!

You want Swift Wind to learn that Friendship is Magic... DONE!

You want Mermista to develop an inferiority complex because she isn't the only Water Bender anymore... DONE!

You want Scorpia to be mistaken for a Faunus... DONE!

You want Light Hope to meet Cortana (or Church)... DONE!

You want the Princesses Of Power to melee with the Super Smash Bros... DONE!

You want Adora to meet her brother He-man... DONE!

"She-Ra and the Princesses Of Power's" in cannon ability to teleport/dimension-manipulation let's them Crossover With ANYTHING!

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caripr94 · 2 years ago

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I see Indiana Jones x The Mummy crossovers, and raise you…

Hamilton x Pirates of the Caribbean Crossover

I mean, think about it. The timeline and locations actually line up more than you would think:

Shortly after his birth in 1708, Will Turner and his parents move to North Carolina, where they would live for the next 7 years, until 1715, when his father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, joins Captain Jack Sparrow on the Black Pearl and Will moves with his mother to England.

The main events of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl take place in 1728, when Jack Sparrow is about 38 years old and Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann are about 20.

Dead Man's Chest and At World's End happen about a year later, in 1729, including Will and Elizabeth's wedding and the conception of their son, Henry Turner, who is born about 9 months later in May(?) 1730.

Hector Barbossa is in his early 60s at the time of the events above, though probably biologically in his 50s, considering his cursed and undead status for a decade prior to COTBP.

On Stranger Tides takes place in 1750, when Jack is about 60 years old and Barbossa is in his early 80s. Dead Men Tell No Tales comes a year later in 1751, when Jack is about 61, the Turner couple are about 43, Henry is about 21, and his new love interest and Hector's daughter, Carina Smyth Barbossa, is about 19.

As the name of the film series suggests, all of the events above take place in the Caribbean, with the original trilogy centering around Port Royal, Jamaica.

Alexander Hamilton is born in 1755 or 1757 in Charlestown, in the Caribbean island of Nevis, only about 60-70 miles south of St Martin, where Henry met Jack in DMTNT. In 1757, Henry would be about 27 years old, his parents would be 49, Jack would be 67, and Carina would be 25. Henry and Carina would probably also have children around Hamilton's age group.

Hamilton moves from Nevis to the 13 American Colonies in October 1772, at the age of either 15 or 17. At this time, Henry would be about 42 years old, his parents would be 64, Jack would be 82, and Carina would be 40.

On April 19, 1775, the Battles of Lexington and Concord begin the American Revolutionary War, an 18 or 20-year-old Hamilton enlisting on the side of the Patriots soon afterwards. About a year later, on July 4, 1776, the American Colonies declare their independence from Britain, forming the United States of America. In the latter date, Henry would be about 46 years old, his parents would be 68, Jack would be 86, and Carina would be 44.

On September 3, 1783, the Treaty of Paris is signed, officially ending the Revolutionary War (which was partly fought in the Caribbean) and cementing American independence. On this day, Hamilton would be about 26 or 28 years old, Henry would be about 53, his parents would be 75, Jack would be 93 (if still alive), and Carina would be 51.

In other words, the events and locations of POTC are close enough to the Revolution that at least Jack and the Turners would have still been alive and young enough and lived and worked close enough to meet Alexander Hamilton and his peers and play an active role in aiding him and the other Patriots in the Revolutionary War, at least at the beginning. They could be doing so to help their family friend Hamilton, free Will's childhood home from oppression, and/or, at the very least, spite the British Empire for all the trouble they've caused them in the past. There's even historical basis for the Patriots (and their enemies) using privateers in the War.

That would be an interesting crossover that I'm surprised to see no one write about yet.

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#politics #pirates of the caribbean #potc #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #jack sparrow #will turner #elizabeth swann #elizabeth schuyler #elizabeth turner #henry turner #carina smyth #carina barbossa #hector barbossa #american revolution #american revolutionary war #hamilton #turner family #please reblog

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lunarsands · 2 years ago

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ALSMP Fanfic: Mirror Tenfold, Beyond the Wall - Ch 3

Characters: Scott Major, MythicalSausage, Shubble, PearlescentMoon; featuring the return of vampire!Scott but in an alternate way, and actual!angel!Sausage but cursed; with special guests Sparrow and Rusty the Copper Golem

Tags: Canon divergent, AU, crossover between two Afterlife universes, and New Life SMP thrown in for good measure

WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Injury, consensual blood drinking, PTSD, mentions of death

Summary: The Mysterious Force that keeps picking people up and depositing them into alternate universes comes for Myth and Smajor this time, and plunks them down near a new set of counterparts -- well, new to Smajor. Myth has met this other version of himself once before, in a place called Sanctuary. At least now there's someone with ten times the number of powers to keep Smajor in check, right?

The vampire returns but he’s not going to want a taste of this type of angel blood.

Follows after the events of Thou, O Kings, Fair Be You All - Part Eight of the Soul Liminality Series | Part Four of the Reality Entanglement Series

(Also available on Ao3!)

[ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ]

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Chapter Three

Sausage howled as he wrenched away. Myth went stock-still, continuing to hold the sword out but eyes wide as it registered to him what had just happened. He hadn’t even seen Sausage appear. The superhero clutched his arm as ichor began to seep between his fingers. “Yow!! What is that sword made of?!”

Still stunned, Myth stammered, “It – It’s because of your angel powers.”

Shubble ran over, Smajor’s face still held in one hand, but she removed the other long enough to shove Myth. “What did you do that for?! We never said anything about killing Scott!”

The cursed angel stumbled, but regained his balance and scowled back at her. She glowered in return; he put his arms down, signaling he wasn’t about to challenge her new appearance and revealed ability.

Smajor took the opportunity to flex his own night-granted strength and yanked at Shubble’s hand until he could get a glimpse of Sausage before she covered his eyes again; her hand landed above his mouth this time, so it was easier for him to say, “Him, too?! What in the Nether is going on here?! What, is this world connected to that limbo dimension, or something?! Why does everyone have extra powers? And why is everyone always luckier than us?!”

Scott dusted himself off as he joined the group. “I wouldn’t call this lucky. Or, maybe…” He turned to Sausage and lifted the superhero’s hand away from his injury, then placed his own hand over it. There were a few seconds where their breath was visible in the air, then Scott let go and stepped back. The wound had been effectively cauterized by his frost ability. “…Maybe I should feel lucky that Sausage here usually pulls his punches and isn’t really out to stake me through the heart.”

He then turned to Myth. “You would have, though. I could sense it.” He glanced to where the cursed angel’s sword was now lowered in uncertainty. Then he gave a sigh that seemed exaggerated, and he shrugged. “But it looks like the good guys won this time. I guess there’s only one thing left to do to continue protecting the world. Right, Sausage?”

He met the eyes of the rival he had just helped heal. Sausage gave a nod, then Scott snapped his gaze back to Myth.

The cursed angel felt his body be rendered immobile again, with tunnel vision causing him to be drawn into that unwavering gaze. Scott then began to duck down, going invisible but holding his stare in place this time. He wasn't fleeing. Myth attempted to shift his eyes in order to see how Sausage and Shubble were reacting, but… they hadn't moved. And not in the immobilized way that he was. They were waiting for something…

The attack came from the opposite side of where he had last seen Scott – a punch that numbed his wrist and made him lose his grip on his sword. Scott was visible afterward as he caught it when it dropped. He winced at the sting from the hilt. "Sausage!" he called out, then tossed the sword–

Genuinely tossed it, not thrown as if he had intended to strike the superhero with it–

Sausage fielded the catch with a wince of his own, then his eyes began to glitter from blue to white to an even paler blue, and back to white, continuing to do so as he brought up his other hand to pinch the edge of the blade with all five fingers.

The red sheen went dull, then flakes of brown and ashen black rained down off of it. It fully crumbled starting at the point on downward until the pommel disintegrated in Sausage's hand. His eyes then returned to normal. He gave a full-bodied shiver, then wiped his hand off on his hip. "And that takes care of that! Sheesh! You were going too far! Not every 'Scott' in the multiverse is like yours! Mygod."

Scott released Myth from his stare and calmly walked backward to stand next to Sausage – yet keeping watch on Myth just in case, holding out the possibility of being immobilized a third time.

Meanwhile, Smajor tugged at Shubble's hand again. "So, what was that about? Can't you at least tell me what's going on if you won't let me see for myself?"

Scott was the one to reply, "That was me having heard and seen enough to know you two are the greater danger around here. Tell me, fledgling, what were your actual plans if I managed to take down this unstoppable force of vengeance standing before us? We just unarmed him, but I can tell by his eyes that he's weighing his options."

Myth flared his wings, only to fold them all in tightly, then he sat down on the ground, placing his hands flat at the end of his thighs to show he had no intention of doing what Scott was implying. "You know your angel lore. Superhero over there didn't seem to consider that when he butted in the first time I met him."

Scott smiled sardonically. "It has been an interest of mine to study the machinations of the celestial realms, particularly angels. Your type is rare, but infamous. You're holding back, too. But maybe that's just a Sausage-esque trait."

Myth squeezed his knees. "I'm going to pretend I have no idea what you're talking about. Look, we had no say in coming here. All I wanted was to find him and drag him back home. You were the one foolish enough to turn him."

Scott shrugged. "I admit I was curious to see what might happen. Would this world make him exactly like me? Or would there be a different effect? It doesn't work on anyone like us or on the villagers. At first it seemed like it could be fun to see if Sausage wouldn't be able to tell us apart. But your version was obviously weaker."

"Hey!" Smajor protested. "You could have told me what these two were like!"

Scott uttered a brief chuckle. "Sorry. I thought it in my best interest to keep that information to myself."

Myth shifted to stand up, but when Scott's gaze instantly fell right back onto him – demeanor changing from calm to stern – the cursed angel resumed sitting. "Could I bother you lot to douse him in holy water, tie him up, and blindfold him to keep him from escaping? I know a way to get home – or at least a way to leave this dimension and put us where we won't be a threat to you anymore."

Sausage spoke up, "Oh, yeah, that Ancient City portal that you mentioned!"

"Yes," Myth said flatly, "Astute of you to remember."

Now it was Smajor’s turn to chuckle. "Oh, yes, let's do that again! I'll just follow our original path of destruction and find the way out! And you'll have to deal with finding me all over again, because we got separated when we entered last time, too!"

Myth scoffed. "Except I know exactly where the exit is, and can fly high enough to get there faster. I'll destroy all of the portals before you can reach them."

Smajor replied slyly, "But you would be dooming anyone from other worlds who stumbled in to be stuck there with us. That would be incredibly cruel of you, if what you really only want is to lock away you and me. But hey! That would give me plenty of enrichment, now that I have powers again!"

Myth scowled and mentally sank into himself for a moment, his gaze sliding to the side as he tried to think of a retort.

"So…" Shubble posited, "Does that mean we should go around destroying those Ancient City portals, so no one here accidentally enters one?"

"Maybe,” Sausage suggested, “We could just put up signs. Because destroying them all, um, is going to take a while, heh."

"Oh, definitely," Shubble agreed. "And I know where one city is, but there is a lot of Deep Dark out there. And what if someone with sculkborn powers decides to live in one of them? What if they don't want the, uh, ambience of the portal ruined? It would be pretty rude to do that– Ow! Hey!"

She abruptly yanked her hand away from Smajor’s face, because he had just driven his bottom fangs into the underside of her palm. He quickly contorted himself to get a proper bite on her other arm, causing her to loosen her hold. He slipped free, spitting – or coughing – out puffs of dark smoke as he started to run. Myth jumped to his feet and spread his wings to leap after him.

There was a crackle from overhead. Sausage raised one hand, but it wasn't lightning that hit the ground at Smajor’s feet – it was a concentrated funnel of holy fire, glowing nearly as bright as the lightning would have, but with slivers of white flame coming off of it.

Smajor cried out in sheer terror. He fell to his knees and hunched over, covering his head with his hands. They could hear him whimpering as Sausage dismissed the holy fire. While Myth went to retrieve Smajor, Sausage turned to Shubble. “Are you alright??”

Shubble rubbed her hand. “Yeah. All he got was a mouthful of shadowstuff. I mean, it hurt, but he wasn’t going to be able to do lasting damage.”

Sausage smiled at her, then gazed pensively toward where Myth was hauling Smajor back to the group. The defeated vampire kept his head lowered and seemed to walk along with an air of resignation.

A sound like the reversed shattering of glass caught everyone’s attention. Across the open space from where they stood, a rectangular portal with a frame made of crying obsidian appeared, its interior obscured by teal and turquoise swirls – or possibly flames. To either side of the portal were two multi-headed sunflowers, with each individual flower being a different color in the range of yellow, orange, or red.

"Huh," Sausage declared, "It looks like… you've got some help in getting home, without involving limbo dimensions."

"Seems so," Myth replied tersely. “Judging by that color, we’re heading back into our own sculk-infested depths. Fine by me.” He pulled Smajor along as he strode unwavering toward the portal.

Smajor uttered a disappointed whine. “Not by me. I don’t want to see you half-covered in a sculk infection again. You’re horrifying enough to look at already. Also, you might as well let me walk on my own. I know when I’ve lost. Again. I’ll be a good little prisoner and go ahead of you.”

“How about the same time?” Myth insisted, keeping Smajor right next to him as he stopped in front of the portal. He narrowed his eyes at the sunflowers, a bitter frown forming on his face. He spared a glance at the trio who still stood where he had left them. “Thank you for the help. I’d say you owe me a cursed sword, but I hope we never meet again.”

“Good bye!” Shubble called. “Good luck with your dark and brooding world-protecting!”

“Goodbye!” Sausage echoed, just as cheerful. “Sorry about the sword, but hopefully you’ll find a better way to be a guardian!” He waved, smiling broadly – then, as the two turned to face the inside of the portal, he zipped over in a blink and pushed them in.

As the teleport magic wrapped around their forms, he hauled around to the side and gave a mighty punch to a section of the frame, breaking the portal. He continued to pummel it; the ground trembled from the reverberation of the force being unleashed, until the frame was reduced to rubble.

The sunflowers had taken a few hits from flying debris but still stood. Sausage gave them a weary smile and a nod of thanks, then dusted off his hands as he walked back over to his friends.

Scott let out a relieved sigh, while Shubble grumbled, “You could have left something for me to shulk smash.” Then she sighed, too. “Well, that was intense! Hey, so—” She turned to Scott. “You called him unstoppable, but he seemed chill after you guys got rid of his sword. You made it sound like he still had a weapon.”

“If he had wanted to,” Scott explained, “He could have made quick work of all three of us by using that stuff on his wings. He can change the chemical properties of it – from harmless, if not icky, to corrosive. Even your invulnerability and Sausage’s durability wouldn’t prevent damage, but especially when applied to a weapon.”

“Oh yeah,” Sausage remarked, “He did melt through that guy’s magic bracer in the other world where I met him!”

Scott raised an eyebrow in interest. “I haven’t heard about this. I’d invite you in to tell me more, but, well. Vampire things have been going on. Maybe your place would be better.”

“Maybe neutral ground,” Shubble countered, her tone distrustful. “You sided with us this time, but how do we know you’re not just trying to lull us into a false sense of security, or something?!”

Sausage lightly squeezed her arm – the one that hadn’t been bitten. “Take it easy, Shub. I think we all got a lesson from this in villainy gone too far. But maybe we should chat right here – we can sit on the porch. It’s a long story, so you can hop inside if the sun starts to come up.” He tilted his head at Scott to acknowledge his weakness. “I don’t think there’s a comfortable spot in Heaven’s Reach for you to sleep away the day. No coffins laying around.”

“Fair point.” Scott’s confident demeanor slipped into awkwardness. “Look, Sausage… I know I got carried away at the beginning by taking your wings, and I’ve been an unashamed menace plenty of times, but I’ve never actually killed anyone, like those two. The villagers were fine after they recovered from a few bites, right? And, well…” He trailed off, not quite ready to say what else was on his mind.

Sausage put his hands on his hips. “Heh. I was wondering why you didn’t use your stare on Myth for long. Probably would have brought up some memories, huh?”

“Yeah…” Scott admitted. “He was also a lot more intimidating than you, though, even when you were in full angel-mode.” He softly cleared his throat. “Anyway, I think to reach a truce, I should say… Well, every hero needs a villain, so I thought I would give you one, just to go along with the fun you seemed to be having by fashioning yourself into a superhero.” He gave a genuine smile, his fangs withdrawn into regular, flat teeth. “I might consider switching to favor a different power so I can join your team for a while. We have a lot of Deep Dark to investigate, after all. One of my other powers might work better for that.”

Sausage grinned at him, then put out a hand to grasp Scott’s in comradery. Shubble shrank back to her usual size and added a smaller, shadowy hand over theirs.

~*~

Myth instinctively spread his wings out behind him as he felt a strange jolt go through the magic-infused air. Something had happened to change the teleportation. His next impulse was to grab Smajor with a tighter hold, but in the next instant he felt the other be torn away from his grasp. Myth swore and tried to peer through the swirling teal flames to try to spot him.

He had to squeeze his eyes shut a moment later as the flames changed to bright yellow. He could feel them growing hotter, as if they had changed into regular fire. As they licked at his feathers, he heard the sound of ichor sizzling. He relaxed his face while keeping his eyes closed. This is it. This is the fires of hell claiming me at last.

He was at peace with that. He held his arms out at his sides in surrender, allowing the fire to consume him. Whatever Smajor’s fate was did not concern him any longer. It was time to answer for his obsession with revenge.

When the sound of sizzling stopped it was replaced with the sound of a completed teleport. Myth peeked one eye open, then gawked. He was looking out through purple swirls at a taiga forest. He hastily stepped forward so he wouldn’t be snatched away again – to truly be dumped in the Deep Dark, but when he looked over his shoulder, he saw a regular Nether portal. He then stared, dumbfounded, for another reason. He had only one pair of wings now, and they were orange. A quick pat around the back of his head to check for his smaller upper wings to be sure ended up revealing that he now had longer hair.

Much longer hair. He pulled several strands forward and saw an orange ombre cascade to it, to where it was fiery-red at the tips. He looked around his body and found a smattering of small yellow-orange feathers here and there – some on his chest poking past the torn trim of his surcoat, a few laying against his elbows. He touched his face; the horizontal scars were still there, but their ridges felt less obtrusive. So, he hadn’t been completely remade, just… reborn.

Reborn through fire.

For a moment he pondered this turn of events and what it might mean for what he now was, if he was no longer a cursed angel – which should have been the end of the line.

Well, if a new world could grant Smajor abilities again regardless of the method, a new one could change him, too.

That meant he had best start finding out where he was, and who had built all of the things he could see nestled among the trees. He glanced up and carefully turned around to take in the complexity of the copper sphere that housed the Nether portal. When he looked at the rest of his surroundings afterward, the main feature in common seemed to be windmills. He caught the sound of clanking coming from one of the buildings. There was active machinery somewhere.

This was definitely someone’s home, and was still in use.

Myth spread his wings and gave a test flap. It felt a little strange to have only one pair, but the wingspan at least felt familiar. He launched off the copper sphere and flew in a small circuit to take in the lay of the land.

Motion by the door of what was likely the main house caught his eye. He cautiously glided down to perhaps find out more about this interesting new place.

At first Myth went on guard when he saw white hair, but the person’s tanned skin and even movements spoke against this being Smajor. They wore some type of short brown jacket with a furred collar over what might have been a jumpsuit, and had practical boots. They looked startled as he landed a meter away.

Which was a reasonable reaction.

“H–Hi there?” the person stammered. They squinted at him. “S–Sausage? Is that you? Uh – oh! Um, sorry for wandering into your house, you’ve been gone a while and I needed a couple of supplies for a project I’m trying to finish right away. I was short a few things and figured I could pay you back – you know, replace what I borrowed before you got back, or just give it to you when you returned.”

Myth decided to feign ignorance, and tried to make his voice sound less gruff. “Who is ‘Sausage’? I just got here. I kind of rose from the ashes of my previous life and I’m still getting my bearings.”

The person blinked at him. “Interesting. That might explain where he went… I didn’t know hybrids had a chance of losing memories between lives. …That’s something to add to my notes. Um, sooo, I’m Sparrow, and Sausage was a ghast mage who built up all the steam-powered machinery around here. I’m dabbling in building machines, too, and I knew he had plenty of resources stocked up, so I came to borrow some.”

Myth now attempted a curious tone as well as a little humor. “Is it borrowing if you’re using it for parts of something? I can’t imagine you would give back those specific pieces.”

Sparrow shot him an amused smile. “How very literal of you. By the way, do you mind if I ask what you are? Aside from very orange, which is a nice color.”

“I think… a phoenix. It really did feel like I was being reborn inside some flames. Can I ask what your powers are?”

“Oh, I don’t currently have any! I’m just a human who happened upon this place when my airplane cra—when I landed here due to running low on fuel. My plane is fine, I can take off again any time, really, I’m just very interested in exploring the land of the hybrids.” Sparrow then grinned. “I’m hoping to find a way to become like you hybrids somehow. I have some ideas.”

Myth grimaced internally, unable to avoid being reminded of Smajor. “Be careful what you wish for. You wouldn’t want powers that make things, well, unpleasant.”

“I’m taking the scientific approach, and also studying all the hybrids I meet, so I think I’ll have an idea about the potential dangers ahead. Maybe you and I could even talk more another time – if you happen to remember more stuff.”

“We could,” Myth replied, feeling a little guarded again. “I might, um… I might hang around here for a while, have a look at those machines you mentioned so that I can learn more, too. And if that Sausage guy shows up, I could talk with him, and… find out why we apparently look alike.”

Sparrow gave a sympathetic look. “Yeah, I hope you figure that out. If you do see him, tell him Sparrow said hi! Maybe I’ll look a bit different next time I see him, as well.”

“Take care,” Myth replied, somewhat hoping he sounded sincere. “And… try to be careful.” He watched Sparrow walk down to a small open-sided building with a pillar in the center that was topped by what looked like a purple enderpearl. Sparrow put their hand on the pillar, then disappeared in a flurry of particles.

“Huh. Some kind of local teleport device,” Myth reasoned out loud. He would take a closer look at it later. For now, he ventured into the house. A tidy kitchen that was absent of life greeted him, along with the sound of clanking from upstairs.

A slightly quieter, equally rhythmic clanking came around the corner, and a small copper construct with a bobbing antenna on top of its head looked up at him. A slightly-resonating robotic voice declared, "What’s wrong with you?!"

Myth took a step back. "Excuse me? You can… talk?"

"That’s an odd thing to say."

"Oh, you probably think I'm that Sausage guy, too."

"Are you sure about this?"

Myth stared down at the copper construct. "But you said something was ‘wrong’ with me, so I thought that meant you mistook me for him. Do you… have some kind of sensors, or instincts, for dangers like iron golems? I suppose that could make you a copper golem."

"That's an odd thing to say."

"Oh. You're broken. I guess that was bound to happen with your owner missing."

"What did you say?"

Myth sighed. "I don't know anything about machines, so I can't even offer to try to fix you. Look, if you can actually understand me, I'm going to lay low here until the guy who belongs here shows up so I can have a chat with him, and avoid mistaken identities. If you're in enough working order, maybe you can help me figure out what all the stuff around here is. I just… want to see if I can manage to live a normal life. Because, somehow, I've been given a third chance to try again."

The little copper golem's antenna bobbed up and down, then it said, "Are you sure about this?"

There was enough of a change in its tone for Myth to realize it hadn't been speaking like a broken record the entire time. "...Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay."

~*~

Over the next two weeks Myth managed to settle into his new surroundings. He found some new, if still somewhat ragged clothes that could withstand the little bursts of healing flames that he occasionally emitted. He studied the equipment in the buildings, slowly learning how everything worked by tinkering around and following notes left by the previous occupant. This also led him to find out the copper golem was named Rusty.

All of it helped take his mind off the fact that other visitors continued to assume he was the Sausage they knew – which he went along with by taking personality cues from the other versions of himself that he had met in the other worlds – and the fact that he had yet to have a run-in with that Sausage… or the other person who should have arrived here through the mystery portal.

He hadn’t gone down to the Deep Dark to look for an Ancient City portal yet; he was too weary to wonder if Smajor had escaped that way and was possibly now terrorizing a different world. Perhaps that meant Myth had completely failed his duty, but thinking about it only led to him zoning out, even while holding a wrench about to adjust something on one of the machines.

Rusty broke him out of it by wandering up and inquiring quietly, “What’s wrong with you?”

Myth blinked and looked down at him sadly. “Just thinking about my previous lives. I made some… choices that could have been handled differently. I can’t go back and change them now.”

“Okay.”

“Except I don’t know if I would have done things differently. I didn’t see the point in acting any different. That was the fate I was handed, what was I supposed to do about it?”

“That’s an odd thing to say.”

“Yes, well, it was all very complicated and I think probably beyond what you can process.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sure you don’t have any concepts of destiny rattling around in that metallic head of yours. I would tell you about it, but I should stop thinking about it, anyway.”

“Yes.”

Myth uttered a humorless chuckle. “You’re right. Let’s get back to fixing the input on this thing and get that windmill working faster.”

A little later on in the day he went out for a fly around as a habitual patrol to check everything before he took the evening off from tinkering. He spotted something unusual beside the barn and glided down to look closer. There was now a line of mycelium beside the barn wall, peppered with red and brown mushrooms, one of which had already grown taller than the rest. He was puzzling over how it had gotten there when he heard a noise from around the corner – where the mycelium seemed to be leading to.

It sounded like someone trying to stifle a laugh. Myth bolted around the corner, his feathers bristling and small flickers of flame jumping off his body. It was a chillingly familiar laugh, but maybe it wasn’t the person that the dread in his heart was assuming it to be. It could just be this world’s—

The hair was white and eyes red, although a darker shade than he had last seen. A red mushroom cap was atop their head, and they wore the trappings of someone who could be a practitioner of nature magic, right down to the flower-bedecked mossy shawl and the satchel at their hip where a multitude of mushrooms could be seen threatening to spill out.

But Myth recognized what lurked within those eyes, and the smug twist to the smile revealed they knew exactly who he was. His voice dropped to its former gruffness. “So, you did make it through, too.”

“Sure did,” Smajor replied in a sprightly tone. “But please, relax. I’m immune to fire, anyway. And I’m peaceful now! Because whenever I attack anything, Gaia or whoever takes my mana away as punishment, which could kill me if I lose enough of it, and I really like these powers! I’ve become one with nature again! Or at least with mushrooms.”

Myth narrowed his eyes. “If you try to throw spores at me, I can still incinerate those. Do you want to relive the time when I was a blazeborn?”

Smajor flicked his hand up and down in a shooing motion. “No, no. Honestly, I would have stayed far away from you, knowing your disposition. I only came here to talk, because we have a mutual problem.”

Myth folded his arms over his chest. “And that would be?”

“People keep mistaking me for this world’s Scott, saying they haven’t seen him in a while, and they’re happy to see ‘I’m’ okay. Well, aside from the mushroom presents I’ve left them, but that’s all in good fun! Aren’t my babies cute?” He leaned over to pat one of the small red mushrooms on the tip of its cap, causing it to abruptly grow taller. He grinned at the effect, then continued, “I’ve played along, because it’s been nice to not have anyone breathing down my neck. But I started to wonder: where did he go? And, if you also ended up here, where did your double go? Maybe we need to solve this little mystery – before anyone finds out we’re imposters.”

Myth stared at him, his brow slowly furrowing into a scowl. “No.” He turned and started to walk away.

“Hey – wait!” Smajor refrained from grabbing his arm, but hurried after him. “You’ve seen what happens when we’re at odds with our doubles – you had to have noticed that overpowered hero pushed us into the portal. Maybe we can avoid things like that this time?”

Myth kept walking. “I want nothing to do with you anymore. You’re not luring me away from the first scrap of peace I’ve had since meeting you.”

“I swear that’s not what I’m trying to do! What about this: everyone has been saying their Scott was a – a teleporter, or something, but still accepted me right away, as if it was normal that I don’t have the same hair or eye color as the last time they saw him. Has that happened to you? Did anyone mention Sausage was something else when they first saw you?”

Myth stopped short, the question hitting home as it made him recall how Sparrow had said they knew a ghast mage version. “Yes. Doesn’t change my mind. Go. Away.” He resumed walking.

“Hey, I’m trying to look out for you, too! Give me a chance! If you don’t want to trust me one hundred percent, fine, but I can’t exactly tell anyone about this, and—”

“—And you can’t fight off the hostile mobs because you’ll lose your mana or whatever. So, you need me to do the fighting.”

Smajor was now the one to abruptly halt. “U-Uh, I mean, yes I need a hand with possible danger, but the plan is to do some careful investigating first and try to track them down without rushing into—”

“’Track them down,’ huh?” Myth glanced back at him with an accusing glare.

“You know what I mean!”

“Yes. I know exactly what you mean. Get lost.”

“Come on! I like this new life, too! Give me a chance,” Smajor pleaded again.

“Maybe go find them by yourself, and do something that could be considered worth redeeming you for once. If you and both of them come back alive, maybe I’ll think about giving that chance. If they are the only ones to come back, at least I can finally rest easy. You never know what the temperament of either of them will be. Maybe they don’t like mushrooms.” Myth smirked.

Smajor scowled back at him, yet within his eyes was a… hurt look. “Fine, then. I’ll do it alone. I’ll prove it to you that… that I really am tired of all the death. I let the thought of having powers again go to my head in the last world. I’ve learned my lesson this time. I swear.”

“Swear on what? Your hundred-and-five lives? Your brief second life as a vampire? This new one? ON MINE?” Myth glowered at him, then crossed his arms again. “I’ll believe it when I see it. If you had gotten ten powers at once in the last one, you would have decimated me the instant you had a chance. We can pretend to be a part of this world all we want, but we’re both still the same on the inside. Now, I’ll only say it one more time: GO. AWAY.” He spun on his heel with finality to walk off.

Smajor clenched his fists, then yelled after him, “It–It’s your fault, you know! M-Maybe I wouldn’t have been so hungry to get powers again if you hadn’t completely taken mine away!”

Myth flared his wings wide, small bursts of flame shooting off of them. Despite his proclaimed immunity, Smajor cowered and backed up. Myth glared at him over his shoulder.

Smajor found his nerve again. “Y-You don’t know what it’s like! Waking up one day and feeling nothing. No unique energy in your veins or any connections to the natural world dancing through your brain!”

“But I do know,” Myth growled, pivoting to face him and stomping toward him, looming tall, making Smajor retreat a few more steps. “That’s how I felt, after months of you draining my blood, locked away from the open sky and light of day. You get what you give. Don’t you dare try to convince me to sympathize with you now!”

Smajor averted his eyes for a moment, then rustled up a scowl. “Well, you don’t know what it’s like to start out life as a tiny, delicate bug, and then suddenly become stronger than you’ve ever felt before, and able to do more than you could have dreamed of in your tiny little life! It was intoxicating!”

“So, you’re saying the power went to your head the first time, too? And you decided to lord that power over me? I had no quarrel with you as a mothling!”

“You… were a light I couldn’t ignore,” Smajor grumbled. “And then you were a beacon of brightness disrupting the glorious darkness, and I was driven to blot that out.”

“You made a choice,” Myth snapped. “And now so am I.”

“Do you at least have any clues that you’ve found? I’ve got a possible lead, but anything would—”

“NO.” Myth emitted spits of flame again. “Get off my land, or else I swear—”

A new, cheerful voice piped up, “Having a little argument, are you, boys?”

Myth twisted around with a shocked expression as he recognized the voice. He hadn’t heard it in such a very, very long time. Only Smajor heard his weak whisper of, “P-Pearl?”

They both then looked down incredulously at the chipper figure resembling a copper golem who approached them. “Hey, Scott! Hey, Sausage! Sparrow said something about you losing your memory of being a ghast. How are you feeling now? Anything come back to you yet? I might have something that could jog your memory.”

“I – um – no,” Myth stammered. His fury had been defused by her arrival. “We were, uh, just disagreeing on a matter of memories, actually. Scott was about to leave anyway, so… Um… W-We can talk if you want, Pearl.”

“Oh, perfect!” she exclaimed. “See you around, mushroom man! And don’t go putting any more mycelium close to my wheat field! I need that for mud bricks.”

Smajor sketched a bow. “Oh, I’ve placed down all that I needed to get my boost when I visit! If it happens to spread, it isn’t my doing! Must be Gaia’s will! Bye for now!”

Myth couldn’t help himself from throwing one last annoyed look in Smajor’s wake, but it softened to reluctance as he looked down at Pearl. “So, uh, what do you have to show me?”

“Is there a flat wall around here without any vines on it? I’ve got a photo to show you.”

“Photo…?” Myth peered around at the nearby buildings, then simply moved closer to the barn and reached up to pull some of the greenery off to make room. “Is… that enough space?”

“You silly sausage. You didn’t need to ruin your lovely decorations.”

Myth glanced at the cluster of vines and blossoms in his hands, then said absently, “They’ll… grow back.”

“All right. Now, let me see if I can get this to display properly.” Pearl hopped upward a few times, trying to stick a picture frame onto the wall. “Gosh. I keep forgetting how difficult it can be to do things when everyone else has built things so tall. Give me a hand?”

Myth hesitated, then lifted her and held her up to where she could reach a higher spot on the wall. The frame stuck in place as she intended, then she took something else from pocketspace and whacked it onto the frame, where it spread to fill four times the space of the frame itself. Myth stepped back and carefully put Pearl down.

“There! See! It’s us, from when you were a ghast mage! Look at your bland umbrella! You always had to go running from the rain, because ghasts aren’t waterproof. I don’t do well in water, either, so we both stayed away from it. I think I heard phoenixes can stand water better, so if you haven’t been in the rain since changing, it wouldn’t have brought up that memory.”

Myth gazed at the version of him from this world. The ghast mage wasn’t quite smiling, but there was something about the photo that conveyed the sense he was happy to have Pearl beside him. “I’m… sorry, Pearl. It’s… It’s not reminding me of anything. I… don’t remember when this was.”

Pearl patted his leg. “It’s okay, buddy. We’ll sort out what happened to you in time. It’s just nice to have you back.”

“Y-Yeah…” Myth’s voice broke. “Th-Thanks, Pearl. I’m – um – I’m going to get back to a thing I was working on. Need to, uh, have a mining session, too. Sparrow borrowed some stuff from me and hasn’t paid me back yet, so I’m just going to get more myself.”

“Do you want me to come along? I’ve got great radar for finding ores!”

“Maybe next time. I need to think about some things Sm-mushroom,” he quickly amended, then forced out an awkward laugh. “Sorry, that’s all he makes me think of now. Things Scott said, so I won’t be very conversational.”

“Okay. Well, holler if you need me! And grab me some copper while you’re mining. I can always use more!” She scurried off, leaving the photo behind.

“I’ll see what I can find. Bye, Pearl,” he called after her, then whispered, “Someday I’ll see you again, Pearl. I’m sorry if I let you down…”

~End~

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[Post-A/N: Will Smajor find the supposedly-missing original Scott and Sausage of the New Life world? Will Myth change his mind and help him? And what will they do if the truth is revealed, exposing them for who they really are? … I don’t know yet, I only thought of these questions as I wrote the ending :D I’ll leave this open-ended for now, since ideas keep coming up when I’m working on other WIPs!]

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[Post-Post A/N: An anon on tumblr asked what Myth’s Pearl would think of his descent into becoming cursed, and I had to ponder the answer since the full “goddess and her favored angel” dynamic was more like a cameo in Witherrise and hadn’t been a big part of the story until the Soul Liminality 2 version came along. So, here’s a tiny glimpse into his current feelings about that!]

#alsmp #alsmp fanfic #mythicalsausage #scott smajor #shubble #pearlescentmoon #new life sparrow #dangthatsalongname #owengejuicetv #soul liminality #x10variant #and I guess also #nlsmp fanfic #lunar yarns

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gh0stbeeee · 3 years ago

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This came to me because I was thinking about Death Note and listening to Sea Shanty, so 5 hours later, here we are. This is pretty much a crossover with Pirates of the Caribbean BTW lol.

Okay, setting is the Caribbean around the early 1700s, and the Royal British Navy is at war with the pirates.

Light is the 17 year old son of Navy officer Soichiro and his wife Sachiko, and has a little sister Sayu. While Soichiro is all about taking down pirates, Light enjoys the expedition part of sailing more. While Light didn't particularly like pirates, he was more than critical of the way the British handled things.

Because of his keen mind and skill, Light was offered to join an expedition with a very prestigious crew to find some buried treasure. Light of course accepted, and ended up being the main reason the treasure had been found. This embarrassed the crew, and they viewed Light as a threat to their positions.

So during a storm, the head of navigation, who was Light's idol, tried pushing him over board. Light fought back, but he was unarmed and the man had a sword. After having his eye slashed and blinded, Light was shoved off the boat and into the middle of the sea.

As he drowned, Light swore vengeance against the navy and promised to one day kill the entire crew of the ship he had been on.

Well as it turns out, yelling about revenge is a great way to attract the attention of a bored, shape-shifting reaper, who was responsible for taking the souls of drowned sailors. Deciding to have some fun, the reaper named Ryuk offered the human a deal. For possession of Light's soul, Ryuk would give Light the power of immortality.

Obviously, Light agrees.

After sitting adrift at sea for a few days, unable to die and having to listen to Ryuk bothering him in the form of a parrot, Light is rescued by a group of pirates. Having no where else to go, Light joins them as a cabin boy.

However the captain quickly notices Light's navigation skills, and Light begins to slowly move up the hierarchy. Things are quiet for around a year, finding small mounds of treasure and evading the navy as well as other pirates.

However, word of their success found it's way to other pirates, who decide to attack their lone ship. The captain dies in the crossfire, and Light ends up issuing out orders. It takes a risky maneuver jack sparrow style and trapping the ships on a sand bar for Light and his crew to come out victorious.

Light is elected the new captain as his creepy black parrot cackles in the background.

For 5 years Light grows his fire power and influence, owning 8 large ships with over 100 men on each. 3 years into his rise, Light had managed to kill the navigatior and his crew, and Light kept the navigators skull as a decoration for his cabin. His notoriety grew as well, the name Captain Kira and his oppressive fleet becoming well known and feared.

Enter L, who is considered the best treasure hunter in the world. He is hired by the crown to find the recently deceased Black Beard's treasure vault, and provided a map.

L ventures out with Watari, Soichiro Yagami, Shuichi Aizawa, Hideki Ide, Touta Matsuda, Kanzo Mogi, and Hirokazu Ukita from the Navy, as well as some lower ranked sailors.

Everything went well until they were attacked and surrounded by 3 of Kira's ships, with their captain standing before them.

Soichiro is shocked to see his presumed dead son alive and well, as is Aizawa and Matsuda, who had known Light before he disappeared. L lamented trusting that the information about the treasure had been kept secret.

L foiled Light's plans of stealing the map by informing Kira that only L had the location in his head. However, Light's smirk returned just as mean as ever.

"Well then, guess we'll be working together for the foreseeable future, won't we Lawliet?"

They end up making out lol

There: PIRATE AU

(Yes, I know Light doesn't have an eye patch in the last image lol)

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wolfal-e-hinsley · 3 years ago

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When Icarus Fell

Character artwork for Minecraft Superhero AU, 'When Icarus Fell' on Ao3. Features Watcher (Grian), Icarus (Tommyinnit), Omega (Iskall85), Totem (Foolishgamers), Symmetry (FalseSymmetry), Robot (Mumbo Jumbo), and Mr. Wizard (GoodTimesWithScar).

This is a Hermitcraft and DreamSMP crossover AU I've been writing. The featured designs are the designs for the main vigilante group in the story dubbed by Watcher as 'The Circle.' This story is also a Blindinnit AU (Hence Tommy's Blindfold) and is a work in progress.

Powers featured:

Icarus: Sound Manipulation, Wingless Avian Hybrid (Sparrow). Outfit designed to go with Tommy's red theme while equipping his prosthetic wings (Gold to go along with the Icarus theme). Is in black, as opposed to his normal white to show he prowls more at nighttime.

Watcher: Repair ability, Insight. Avian Hybrid (Parrot) Can repair any damaged, non-living thing. Can see glimpses of the past, present, or future when he dreams. Outfit designed to match his parrot wings while also sticking to his usual skin. Purple tinted goggles and the Evo insignia to nod to the Watcher theme.

Omega: Human. No powers. Uses goopy traps using Iskallian to stop his foes. Outfit is based on his usual skin, but with the added bonus of a pack and Iskallian guns for his traps.

Totem: Can turn into gold and heals people from near death (Cannot revive people). Shark hybrid. Designed to go with his Egyptian theme on the DreamSMP. Gills and sharp teeth as a nod to his hybrid status.

Symmetry: Can jump in and out of the mirror dimension at will. Human. Wields a sword and is one of the best single combat fighters on the streets. Is designed to reflect her normal skin but adding a mask and cape to match the superhero theme.

Robot: Is able to merge into and control any technology he can touch. Human. Robot's costume is actually the body for Grumbot, who he melds with whenever he is on the field.

Mr. Wizard: Gravity manipulation and Vex magic. Vex hybrid. I designed his outfit to look like the robes he wears in Last Life, while using the Hot Guy insignia as his logo. He has a Vex mask and wings to show his hybrid status. Wields a bow when not using his powers.

#dream smp #hermitcraft #superhero au #ao3 fanfic #dream smp crossover #hermitcraft crossover

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cimmerian1275 · 2 months ago

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Wait For It AU Masterpost

A "Donnie got double mutated" AU!

Yup, in this AU Donnie got double mutated with *drumrolls* MANTICORE dna!!

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Stuff yet to be added here C:

The title makes me laugh when i think of how were all just gonna be "waiting for it" to blow up in Donnies face when his brothers eventually find out, just needa........ wait for it to happen... HEH.

Writing:

Coming soon :D

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Misc:

-> WFI Donnies reference sheet -> Toyhouse profile -> ArtFight profile -> WFI!Donnie's Personal Playlist

Original concept sketch/idea

Apart from his appearance, what else changed?

Do WFI!Donnie and IFTNTH!Leo get along?

When he first tried to fly

Spooked

FAQs answered

Eyes 👀

How does he sleep?

WATER!

Uppies?

Purring, venom and manticores

Looking after his wings

Sword And A Sparrow (WFI x FTNTH crossover):

SAAS x Lyrics

Be warned, theres crack and shenanigans and angst ahead xD -> Ch 1: Not a total disaster -> Ch2: Slight disaster -> Ch3: An absolute disaster -> Ch4: An alternate disaster -> Ch5: The disaster in twins -> Ch 6: Omnipotent disaster -> Ch7: A gruesome disaster

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angiees-animaniacs-art-blog · 3 years ago

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I’m gonna say this; I FREAKING LOVE AMPHIBIA!!! I love Animaniacs too! What does one do in this situation? CROSSOVER!!! >:]

I’ll make Yakko and Wakko’s designs later, but the story goes similar to canon, but a lot changes (especially with Sasha’s ordeal)

Yakko and Wakko were BOTH sent to Wartwood, but Dot was sent to Newtopia (like Marcy was.)

Yakko and Wakko share Anne’s story, while Dot absorbed Sasha and Marcy’s. Why did I do this, instead of replacing the three protagonists with the three characters? A, Because Dot and Marcy are both my favorites. And B, I cant see any of the Warners acting like Sasha. So that whole Toad Tower ending of Season 1 never happens in this AU.

Wakko: Blue

Yakko: Red

Dot: Green

When they get their powers, their eyes turn from black to their respective colors.

Dot, in Newtopia, starts to explore further out from the area, going on adventures looking for her brothers. On the way, she finds Grime and the toads. She is imprisoned, and when the herons attack, she teaches him how to be nice so his soldiers can defeat them. *Not in the way Sasha did, but to be genuinely nice. But ehhh.. a bit of her youngest child charm is used here too ;)* She develops a friendship with the toads, but returns to Newtopia. She and Grime do battle training on the outskirts of Newtopia every now and then to teach her sword fighting. He gifts her the heron swords.

(Season 2 and 3 spoilers) It’s later found out that Dot was the one who purposely stranded them in Amphibia! (Oh no! It’s almost as if she’s supposed to be MARCY in this story!!! /s) Yakko and Wakko are rightfully pissed, but fight Andrias, choosing to figure this all out later, when they get back.

When Sprig gets thrown from the window by Andrias, Wakko gets the blue gem’s powers and beats the ever-loving crap out of him. Good for you buddy! (Dot and Joe Sparrow save Sprig btw)

Dot gets stabbed by Andrias (and dies on the spot, unlike Marcy. But Dot has nine lives, which Wakko and Yakko forget, so she lives and is put in the glass chamber for most of season 3. Rip). Wakko and the Plantars get sent back to Earth, and Yakko tries to help Dot, but Grime grabs him and leaps from the window, calling upon Joe Sparrow, and they fly back to Wartwood. WE FINALLY HAVE A SASHA, GUYS!!! Yakko does exactly what Sasha did when she got back to Wartwood, and leads the rebellion.

Dot, of course, (and unfortunately,) gets possessed by The Core, turning into Dangelina (Whether this stands for Dangerous Angelina or Dark Angelina is up to you, I cannot decide lol.)

I’m not giving any more away (*coughs* because I haven’t seen the rest of Season 3 because Disney Plus hasn’t updated yet *coughs*) so have fun with this AU! When I finally get to see the rest of Season 3, I might make this a fanfic! :]

If anyone has any other ideas for this, let me know! :3

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cimmerian1275 · 2 months ago

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Told you itd be epic >:) These guys are so silly though.

FTNTH & WFI Crossover!

An absolute disaster

WFI Donnie belongs to @cimmerian1275 (who also beta read this)

We decided, hey, let’s make a crossover with our double mutated versions of Leo and Donnie, because we love some disaster twins' shenanigans!

We also decided to call them Sword and a Sparrow (SAAS)

Sadly, can’t tag it, won’t show up for some reason

Night quickly fell upon the dimension that Leo was stuck in. Yet, as always, he wasn’t tired. Insomnia was something he suffered from, it was hard to sleep, especially when he was in a whole new place.

Donnie offered up his bed, claiming he was going to be working on something and won’t be in bed for awhile. Leo understood, his Donnie back home was the same like that. Still he wished his twin brother would actually rest when he needed it.

But he guessed it must be a Donnie thing to overwork yourself. To fix things. He liked fixing stuff, it’s his brother's whole shebang.

Leo’s eyes darted over to where the lab part of the room was, noticing the light was still on. A clock beside Leo on the table read with a red light as 2:30AM.

He huffs out a sigh, sitting up and plopping his feet on the ground below him. He rubs his neck, stiff and uncomfortable as he cautiously makes his way out of the room, deciding to check in on this universe's Donnie.

“Hey, Dee, you awa—“

He stops halfway through his sentence and froze at the sight of the soft shell hunched over his workbench, snoring away and drooling over his work as his body moved up and down with his breathing.

Leo tiptoed over, careful to remain as quiet as he could and observed the sleeping mutant. He frowned slightly, his eyes darting around for something to drape over his brother. After all, they were cold blooded.

“Ah…” Leo mutters under his breath, spotting a purple blanket sprawled in a corner. He picks it up, making his way back over as he gently pulls the blanket over Donnie, sticking his tongue out in concentration to not disturb him.

He took a slight step back, but then a shimmer caught his eye. He tilted his head to see the brooch that was attached to the belt of Donnie’s gear around his waist.

Leo hums to himself, tapping his foot lightly. He was curious for a closer look at the brooch, having only seen them from afar or on people that were chasing after him and his brothers.

He leans forward, trying to remain as stealthy as he could, “Come on… almost…” He whispered to himself, his fingers grazing over the brooch before slowly pulling it off Donnie.

Leo smirked in pride as he watched how Donnie’s appearance changed, his wings and tail appearing from their respective places.

“Cool…” Leo mumbled, looking down at the brooch as he held it up to his face for a closer inspection.

But then suddenly, out of the blue, Donnie’s hand flies out, gripping Leo’s arm tightly as the slider yelped in surprise, he looks up just in time to see Donnie turning his head to look at him, his eyes reflecting light and glowing in the dark like you’d see from a cat.

But to Leo, he couldn’t help but be frightened, not expecting such a sight.

“AHH!”

Donnie winced at the yelling, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “What are you do—stop yelling—what are you doing?” He scolded, using his other hand to slap it over Leo’s mouth to prevent his screaming.

Leo calmed down, exhaling in relief as he shoved Donnie’s hand off his mouth. “Jesus Christ! You need a bell or something.”

“Bell? Whatever, doesn’t matter. Give me back my brooch.”

Donnie quickly swiped the brooch back from his twin's hand, placing it down gently on the workbench. His eyes became normal once more as Leo crossed his arms, huffing in embarrassment at being caught… and from screaming.

“I won’t question you for grabbing the brooch, if you tell me why you're awake?”

Leo shrugs in response, “Can’t sleep obviously. And I thought you were smart.” He grins playfully, tapping at Donnie’s forehead as the softshell, pushed aside Leo’s hand.

“And why can’t you sleep?”

“Oh, uh you know, the trapped in a whole other dimension thing.”

Leo sarcastically states, turning around and breathing in, hands on hips. “Isn’t your Leo the same? With the whole insomnia shtick.” He inquires, scratching his cheek slightly in awkwardness while Donnie hums in thought.

“He is. I suppose.”

“Guess that’s one thing we have in common then.” Leo smiled, though it was strained and Donnie eyed him suspiciously.

“One thing in common? I’m sure you have plenty. He is you after all.” Donnie commented, as Leo stiffened at the words. He and this Leo? Alike?

“Heh… not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

Leo clicks his tongue, snapping his head back over to Donnie, spreading his arms out dramatically, “Look at me! Does your Leo have a stupid tail? Or fins?! Oh what about webbed hands?” He laughed out, clearly beginning to spiral as he stared down at his feet.

“Is your Leo the leader now?! Just gets thrown in the deep end of responsibility? Because I can tell ya, it ain’t fun!”

“Nardo—“

Donnie didn’t get a chance to butt in, Leo continuing to vent out his frustrations.

“How about the fact that your Leo isn’t cursed like me? Does he have some deity haunting him? Constantly telling me that I’m a monster? Well guess what? I do!”

He paced around in a circle, his tail flicking out in all sorts of directions, getting worked up as Donnie fidgets awkwardly, he wasn’t entirely sure how to help, he wasn’t the best with emotions, that was Mikey’s department.

“I had a fight with Raph, left like a coward, and now I’m stuck in a whole different dimension?! Does your Leo have to deal with that—?!”

Leo turns to Donnie, growling, but only for a moment. He was baffled when Donnie suddenly grabbed his arm and tugged him forward, engulfing the stir crazy turtle into a much needed tight embrace. His wings closed around him for warmth and privacy, feeling like a protective feathery shell for him as Leo blinked at the sudden show of rare affection, and from Donnie of all turtles.

His eyes softened, unaware that his pupils had become agitated slits during his venting. They returned to normal size and he couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Donnie in return, accepting the hug silently.

His tail automatically searched for Donnie’s leg as it wrapped around him securely. Like it was afraid of losing him.

“It’s okay… I’ll help you out Nardo.”

His grip tightens, “I promise.” He added, pulling away and looking at Leo who looked away in embarrassment.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me to act like that.” He apologised for his behaviour, his tail loosening and pulling away from the leg as Leo rubbed his elbow sheepishly.

“You're stressed. I can understand why. You're going through a lot right now. And it’s all happening too quickly for you to properly process.” He informs, hesitantly patting Leo on the shoulder with an awkward smile.

“Just know, I’m here. To help you.”

“…Thanks, Don.”

Donnie shrugged in response, before he grinned lightly, “And hey if everything kind of goes sideways, I’ll help you become a monster.” He muses, making Leo tilt his head at him.

“What are you talking about—“

“If I become the monster!”

Leo widens his eyes at the sudden tone shift of Donnie singing. Immediately raising his invisible brows at him, tail tip wagging as he points at his twin.

“You know Epic?”

“Course I do.”

Leo beams at this, feeling way better than he was before. Donnie sighs, looking at the time. “You know… since we’re both up and can’t sleep. How about a trip to a place I found?” He offered, his own tail swishing in eagerness.

“What place?”

Donnie proudly grins, hands on hips. “We call it the Hidden City!” He announces, making Leo perk up at the familiar name.

“Oh yeah, we have that too in my dimension. We go there all the time.” He mumbled out, making Donnie falter his dramatics, wings slumping down.

“Aw, man… I was hoping when I showed you the Hidden City, I’d be cool looking.”

“Oh, sweet brother of mine. You weren’t ever gonna be cool.” Leo teases, smirking playfully as Donnie huffs out a brief sigh of annoyance as he gestured for Leo to walk over the lab doors.

“Come on. Everyone’s asleep right now.”

“Even me?”

Donnie blinked and looked back at Leo, deadpanning at him. “Honestly? He’s probably around. Maybe the living room. So let’s hurry out of here.”

As they headed over, Leo took a moment to pause and gesture to the brooch on the workbench. “What about your brooch?” He inquired, as Donnie shook his head.

“It’s the Hidden City. Why bother hiding myself there?”

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Getting to the Hidden City was simple, and the two discovered that even late into the night it was still bustling with life and yokai kind.

The two decided that they should try out one of the infamous genuine yokai ice cream parlours. When they got to the parlour, Leo licked his lips in hunger. “Oh, that vanilla one looks good, maybe I can ask for some chocolate syrup on it… hm… say, Dee, what are you getting?” He asked the mutant who eyed the flavours before he grins proudly.

“I’m going to get, wait for it, flavourless ice cream!”

Leo blinks, once, twice and three times before turning to his twin in utter bafflement. “You're asking for… flavourless ice cream?” He inquires, wondering if he heard that correctly.

“Indeed.” Donnie confirms, nodding along to himself at his final decision.

“That’s just… ice though?”

“And it’ll be delicious. Oh look, we’re up.”

Leo let out a sigh, shaking his head as Donnie ordered for them. Leo having the vanilla drizzled in chocolate syrup, the two walking away, licking away at their cold food as Donnie more or less just chomped on the ice cubes. Leo paused for a shocked moment, a little disturbed yet equally impressed when he saw Donnies unusually sharpened teeth chew on solid ice like it was nothing.

The duo walk along the sidewalk, careful to try and not bump into the locals as Donnie side eyed the slider curiously. His eyes scan over the differences between this Leo and the other.

“So… how did you get cursed exactly?”

Leo paused, coughing in surprise at the sudden question as he looked at Donnie. “W-what?” He sputtered, clearing his throat and calming down as Donnie stares at him and shrugs his shoulders.

“You keep mentioning your cursed. I’m only curious as to how you're cursed. Or I suppose why?”

Leo grumbled, licking the ice cream with more aggression than necessary. “It’s so dumb. This asshole goddess figured it would be better if I was like her or whatever.” He grumbled, pausing every now and then in between his licks.

“All because I knocked over some dumb vase that had like, her soul? Spirit? I don’t know, something of hers, trapped in it. Which I guess was bad? She had some attachment to it? It’s so weird man, she’s so weird!”

Leo complains, as Donnie mentally takes notes of this, humming along to the sentences being thrown. “This goddess, what is she exactly?”

“Sea Serpent. She told me she was the last of her kind.”

Donnie quirked up a brow in interest, “I see… and her name?”

“Zarynthia. But I also call her a pain in my ass.”

Donnie snorts in amusement, only Leo would talk smack about a goddess that was possibly in earshot of his talking.

“Sounds bad.”

“Bad? It’s terrible.”

He groans, noticing his ice cream melting onto his hand as he flicks it off him. “Great, my hand is gonna be all sticky now.” He added onto his complaints as Donnie huffed in amusement at his ice cream misfortune.

Leo let out a long exhale, shoulders slumped, “I wish I could just get rid of this curse.” He admits out, only for Donnie to tilt his head at him in puzzlement.

“Well, have you tried?”

Leo froze, pausing mid step as he opened and closed his mouth.

“…no.”

Donnie watched him process this comment, sweating a little bit as he placed a hand under his chin, debating on saying his next thoughts.

His wings fluff out slightly, tail swaying behind him in a show of hesitance.

"You know… I think I might know where to go that may have answers… but it’s gonna be dangerous my friend.”

“Did you seriously quote Epic?”

“Yes.”

Leo sighs, smirking afterwards as he places a hand on his hip comfortably. “All right then, what’s this place that could have answers?” He questions as the soft shell holds up his arm, his tech brace emitting a hologram from the device, showing off a map of the Hidden City.

He points at the Mermaid Lagoon area.

“First stop! Uncharted waters—“

“Seriously?”

“Yes, Nardo!”

He clears his throat, “Okay, but in all seriousness, I say we go here. Ask the mermaids there. They could have some answers to our questions.” He assures, crossing his arms over his plastron proudly as Leo eyed the map.

“Okay… I can see your point. But how are we getting there? I don’t think I trust my portals to get us there.”

Donnie looks around, his eyes darting over his surroundings but finding nothing to help them out. His wings fluttered briefly in annoyance, and that caught his attention as he connected the dots in his head.

“Ugh, resigned sigh.”

He turns to Leo, sprawling his wings out. “I’ll have to carry you.” He announced, trying to not show how awkward the statement made him feel.

Leo stared and processed what Donnie just said before he brightened up, “I’m going to fly?! Bro, that’s so cool!” He exclaims, before walking over and tugging at the feathers.

“So wait, these aren’t just for show? You can actually fly?”

“First off, stop touching the feathers. Second, of course I can fly.” Donnie dragged Leo away to a more open space, making sure to not be in the way of citizens as he let go of his brother, his wings flicking open as he flaps them, his body easily lifting off the ground. Leo watched with awe, holding a hand in front of his face when the flapping stirred up dust.

“Okay, Nardo. I’m gonna pick you up now.”

“I am so psyched for this.”

Donnie rolled his eyes, grabbing Leo by the arms as he lifted him up, the slider's tail wagging excitedly.

However Donnie only managed to get a few feet off the ground with Leo before he grunts and drops him, the slider yelling and falling to the dirt, groaning in slight pain as he lays on his plastron.

“Ow…”

“You're heavy. Did you gain weight or something?”

Leo glared up at him, getting back up as he dusted himself off. “I’ll have you know I am fit as a turtle.” He argued back, as Donnie shook his head, stretching out his arms and shaking them out.

“One more time then.”

He hovers over Leo, grabbing his arms and lifting him off the ground once more. To make things more comfortable, Donnie positioned Leo to be in a princess style carry.

“This is embarrassing.” Leo huffs, crossing his arms slightly as Donnie shrugs.

“You're fine. No one is watching us in the air anyway.” He assured, moving his body in the direction he wanted to fly in, heading off towards Mermaid Lagoon.

“Have you ever been there before?”

“Nope! But I’m sure it’s fine. What’s the worst that could happen?”

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By the time they reached the lagoon, they both awkwardly walked side by side. Glancing down at the water as they tread along the pebbled shore-like footpath.

“So… where are the mermaids?” Leo wondered out loud, as Donnie brought up a scan from his tech brace.

“Let’s see… huh, I’m getting three heat signals coming from below us.” He informs, gesturing to the flashing dots on the holographic screen.

Leo glanced down towards the water, “You mean the water?” He mumbled, and before Donnie could reply they both jumped back when three figures emerged from the lagoon, sitting atop some rocks as they curiously eyed the turtles.

“Visitors? What brings you two to our lagoon?” One of the mermaids inquired, narrowing their eyes inquisitively as Leo clears his throat, waving his hand out to them.

“Hi! Uh, my brother and I have some questions we think you guys could help us out with?”

One of the mermaids tilts their head, “Questions like what?”

Donnie steps forward, gesturing to Leo. “Do you know how to get rid of curses? My brother is unfortunately a victim in that regard.” He stated, Leo awkwardly smiling at the three.

“Curses… we haven’t had to do anything of that sort in eons.”

Leo frowns, “So there’s nothing you can do?” He asked, as one of the mermaids tucked their hair behind their ears, humming to themselves in thought.

Donnie perks up, nudging Leo. “Oh, I know. Leo, quick, jump in the water and kiss her.” He encourages with a playful grin.

Leo snorted before sighing dramatically, “But Donnie, I’m afraid of the water.” He leans against his twin who clicks his tongue, shaking his head.

“But she can take away your suffering, Leo.”

The two couldn’t help but break into giggles as the mermaids stared blankly at them, utterly confused at their conversation before the one on the left cleared their throat, grabbing their attention.

“In any case. We could help. But we have to know who or what you’re cursed with.”

Leo nods in understanding, “Right, okay. Makes sense. Uh, I broke a vase that had a Sea Serpent deity in it. Her names Zarynthia by the way, maybe that might help—“

As though a switch was flipped, the mermaids hiss and screech, glaring at Leo. “Zarynthia?! You are not welcomed here!” They announce, the water rippling violently as both Leo and Donnie take a few cautious steps back.

“You unleashed that monster?!”

“She was not supposed to come back!”

“The destruction that she’ll bring, will be your fault!”

Leo froze, eyes wide in fear as the water rose up, a wave crashing down as Donnie quickly took action, grabbing Leo and pulling him away from the impact zone.

“We need to get out of here!”

Leo could barely hear him, the words of the mermaids twisting around his mind.

Monster.

Not supposed to come back.

His fault.

Leo bites his lip, shaking slightly. Everything seems to be his fault these days. He was a screw up, he was bringing chaos and misery upon everyone!

“I’m sorry…” He mumbles, unsure if he meant it to anyone really. The waters rose higher, violently thrashing against the shore as the mermaids jumped forward, tritons made from water in hands as they aimed to stab Leo.

Donnie however got in the way, using his tech bō to block and parry them. “Nardo! Leo! We have to go. Are you listening?!” He exclaims, trying to remain on alert as Leo stood still, his eyes focused on the reflection of the water.

“Even the mermaids see you as a monster…”

A dark, lingering presence curled around Leo, the whispering made him stiffen in dread.

Zarynthia.

“It’s your fault…”

It’s not…

“Oh, it is… but I can help you. Save you.”

Leo’s eyes clouded over, trapped in a daze as his body began feeling detached from reality. Zarynthia chuckled maliciously, “I am the only one who gets you. Allow me to take over. I can save you…” She encouraged, sensing Leo beginning to willingly give up control of his own body.

It’s not my fault…

“No. It’s not. It’s these pesky mermaid's fault.”

Their fault…?

“Yes. Don’t you want to show them what you're capable of?”

…I do.

Zarynthia grins, chuckling once again as she hovers over Leo, misty talons overlapping Leo’s shoulders as the slider’s pupils become slits.

“Show them… how a true monster acts.”

With a shove, Zarynthia’s presence entered his body. His mind becoming hers, his body no longer being controlled by him.

He was a puppet. And Zarynthia is the puppeteer.

Donnie hadn’t realised what was happening to Leo, too caught up using his bō to deflect the attacks and dodging all incoming pounces from the mermaids.

We need to leave before one of us gets hurt!

Donnie opens his mouth, beginning to call out to Leo again, “Leo! Are you still with me?” He inquired, looking behind himself, but became baffled when Leo suddenly charged forward, jumping high in the air and letting out a primal hiss.

Leo pins down a mermaid with precision accuracy, his sharp claws raised high as his tail swished behind him eagerly. He gave a sinister toothy smile.

“Hello.”

His voice echoed, overlapped with a different tone of someone else that Donnie could only accurately assume was Zarynthia. Their voices mixed together.

“You… you’ll be trapped once again by us!” The mermaid shouts, as they tremble under Leo’s piercing grip.

“Cute… but this is my time to shine again.”

With a slash of the sharpened claws on his hand, the mermaid's throat splits open, blood streaking across Leo’s face, staining his green skin and blue mask.

Leo stands up, the lifeless body sliding off the rock and into the water as his tail wags pridefully.

“Heh..hahaha!”

He laughs, manically, before hunching forward, staring at his hands.

“How about that, Leo? We are the same… you and I.”

Donnie grips his bō tightly, speechless, he just witnessed his brother actually kill a living being in front of him without a hint of mercy.

The other mermaids had swam away soon after Leo first pounced into action. The waves crashed against the rocks lightly this time.

The blue ocean had streams of red bleeding through the waters.

Zarynthia, whose time was up, slowly released her hold on Leo, her apparition vanishing into air as Leo wobbled, stumbling off the rock and slipping back onto the footpath.

“…Nardo?” Donnie mutters his name, flinching back out of surprise when Leo snapped his head up towards him, clear panic and fear etched into his face as he stays still for a moment.

Donnie took a step forward. And Leo ran. Bolted away from him, as he took out his katanas from their holsters.

He hastily sliced them through the air, a portal opening before him as Donnie chased after him on instinct. “Leo! Wait!” He shouts for him, watching as Leo dives straight into the blue mystic portal.

Donnie imitated him. Diving in as well.

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When Donnie entered the portal, he expected to end back up in his lab. But to his utter surprise he landed on something hard, like concrete hard.

With a heavy groan, he looks around his surroundings, blinking owlishly as he realises he was on a rooftop, the sky still dark but he could make out the pale shade of the horizon.

“Where…? Where am I?” He mumbled to himself, gaze scanning his surroundings before noticing Leo sprawled on the roof in front of him, limp and clearly unmoving. “Leo? Leo!” Donnie ran over, crouching down next to him and shaking his body slightly. No response.

“Nardo? Hey, wake up!”

Nothing. Leo didn’t react, but he was breathing, his chest gently rising up and down. Donnie quietly exhaled in relief, looking around once more.

“I wonder…”

He pulls down his goggles, scanning over Leo before widening his eyes. Leo’s physical levels and mystic levels seemed to be matching the signatures he was reading from this place.

“If that’s the case… oh my banana pancakes. This is his dimension!”

A part of him wanted to nerd out, explore this new dimension that he managed to travel, forget the need for sleep and ignore how they had now switched roles when it came to who was stranded in the wrong dimension. But he had to hold it down, he had a bigger issue to address.

Get this Leo back home.

“I hope the sewers here are the same as back home.”

He pauses, tapping his fingers against his knee. If he was recalling correctly, Leo mentioned that his home was destroyed? And if that was the case, how was he going to bring Leo back to somewhere he likely didn't know the location of?

Maybe he’s got something on him…

Donnie rummages through Leo’s pouch on his belt, scoffing disdainfully when he doesn't find anything helpful.

Then his eyes settled on the emblem clipped on his strap, letting out a gasp of realisation. “The panic button. Yesssuh!” He grins happily, immediately clicking it and watching the device light up, sending out the signal to their location.

“I am so glad I made these panic buttons. Thank god this idiot kept his.”

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