#cards wh crossover

[buttercup-draws44]

So I decided to make a little CARDS-Welcome Home Crossover AU…

Disclaimer: This is fanmade content and not official or canon to the official Welcome Home project. I’m not working with Clown at all and, again, none of this is canon to Welcome Home. It’s just a silly little crossover.

I’ve got the premise of this AU below the cut bc it contains spoilers for the CARDS comic that you can read on WEBTOON. Some of the character profiles also have mild spoilers as well.

CARDS and its characters by @arty-e (I cannot stress this enough. These characters ARE NOT MY OCS, they’re Arty-E’s).

Welcome Home by @/partycoffin

Template by @_Dream_Cheese_ on Twitter (template here).

Inspirations behind this AU

@/c0rduroyqu33n’s Welcome Home OC Madeline has a really interesting backstory that inspired the general premise of “human character comes to Welcome Home puppet world and becomes a puppet” of this AU

The fanfic “Home Away from Home” by Witherby was another one. I would say that this is kind of like that fic, but in reverse.

Now to the story (again, spoilers ahead)

This AU picks up at the end of Chapter 19 of CARDS, where Alvis and Rubis end up falling into this huge pit. However, instead of landing in the ruins like they do in Chapter 21, they instead end up in Home, where they are transformed into puppets. Meanwhile, back in CARDS (this would now be occurring around chapter 20), Mahira and and Dylan go out to search for Alvis’s body as they believe he has died. They find the hole and decide to check there, but end up falling into the hole themselves, coming to Home and also being transformed into puppets. Now all four need to figure out how to get out so they can get back to their friends and families and also so Deck Wars don’t end poorly, but until they do, they can enjoy the colorful, cutesy world of Welcome Home and all it has to offer.

Anyways, yeah, that’s the premise. I’m not sure what direction this will go in because we don’t even have the full story for Welcome Home itself, but hopefully I’ll know soon.

[leiawritesstories]

20 Questions for Writers!

Thanks for the tag @writtenonreceipts!! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

21 and counting 👀

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

226,575

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily for Throne of Glass, but I'm always open to writing for more fandoms :)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Chef Rowan

Fly The Black Flag

Until Proven Guilty

Wild Proposal Stories

Quarter After One

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!! Comments are one of the best parts of being a writer/creator and it makes me happy to both receive and give them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably Late-Night Dances, which involves MCD🫣🫣 or really any of the handful of fics I've written where a character doesn't make it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oooh maybe Fly The Black Flag? I kind of borrowed the ending from POTC but changed some things, and a little while later, I was able to write a sort of epilogue/outtake where Rowaelin have a child, and it was super fluffy and cute and heartwarming.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? I don't think so, this community is genuinely wonderful and so supportive :))

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes I do, hehe. I've only ever written F/M explicit content

10. Do you write crossovers?

Well......sort of. I like to sneak in characters from the other SJM books if it's possible and if it works, and once upon a time I tried to write a crossover fic that has since been abandoned 😂. But if it's ever in the cards, I'd love to properly write one!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also nope, but that would be so cool

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Possibly 👀👀👀 @mariaofdoranelle

14. What is your all-time favorite ship?

Rowan x Aelin. They will never not be an OTP.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably The Only Option, which has a whole plan/outline and some notes for the plot but will probably never be anything more than what it is. This also happens to be the fic that sparked my main idea for an original novel, so it might never be more of a fanfic, idk.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know lol. I think I can write family dynamics/kids pretty well, but I grew up with a bunch of siblings so it's kind of easier for me to write sibling and family dynamics. I'm also the proud (?) owner of an inner angst monster that I call Frederick, and he's very very good at having ideas for making situations painful 🤭

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely consistency. Even in oneshots, I'm prone to forgetting what I wrote earlier or if they're linked oneshots/in the same setting or world, I tend to forget or change details about the setting, which just bothers me SO much. And don't even get started on how horribly inconsistent I am in long fics 😭😭 like, I'm a hella planner, but somehow I'll be rereading old parts of a draft (hello, Until Proven Guilty) and realize that there are big glaring gaps from the earlier parts to the later parts and just cry over the plot holes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love it! If the language is significant to a certain character, particularly to their background/development, I love to see dialogue in another language. Wish I spoke better in the other languages that I sort of know (Spanish/tiny bit of Italian) so I could incorporate it into writing. I think it's also super super amazing how some writers can create original languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Bloody Jack Throne of Glass! Started writing and never stopped lol ;)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i had a whole lot of fun writing DILF Rowan, which came from a prompt. also really really enjoyed The Assassin and the Princess, which is a sort of alternate canon reimagining.

some tags if you want: @mariaofdoranelle @elentiyawhitethorn @tomtenadia @house-of-galathynius @rowanaelinn and anyone else who wants to!!!

[soryualeksi]

Mithos: "So how long have you been waiting up on us, huh?"

Yuan: "Wh-What the hell is this, all of the sudden...?

Mithos: "Nothing. I just thought you came out all dressed up to try to impress."

Yuan: "... can't you do something about that twisted personality of yours...?"

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ToS event at Rays atm (with Yuartel crossover MA aaaaaaah) and this was today's little quote card for the log-in.

The poor man... :'DD

[miraculousghostspider]

with season 5 being so chaotic (has not actually watched season 5) im half tempted to (instead of finally finishing oh he’s a phantom alright (just not the one you’d think)) just rewrite and post the danny phantom/miraculous ladybug crossover i wrote when i was like 13 that’s like 50,000 words and never finished and has the weirdest fucking plot points including:

-marinette throwing bags of flour at danny

-a student exchange program allowing danny to sleep on a couch for six months instead of giving him an actual fucking bed

-grossly inaccurate representations of time zones

-danny accidentally figuring out both ladybug and chat noir’s identities (marinette knows he knows, adrien does not)

-danny and plagg being bros (including one of my favorite scenes in the entire fic, adrien ranting about some random shit while danny plays cards with plagg on the couch. adrien does not notice they are interacting)

-akumatized danny being almost as overpowered as danny himself

-danny just fucking burning akumas with plasma blasts whenever they try to get him

-danny becomes ghost king

-adrienette goes on a date and chat mentions that to ladybug who is horrified at how jealous she is (aka reverse love square before it was cool)

-and my favorite part, i wrote a shit ton of weird-ass memes to go along with it. including (but not limited to):

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Akuma: *bursting into the classroom* WHERE IS LADYBUG???

Danny: why would ladybug be here?

Akuma: i—

Danny: I think Ladybug has better things to do than hang out with a bunch of teenagers

Akuma: yeah bu—

Danny: and even if she did, why would she pick this class? There are plenty of other classes for her to hang out in. Why this one??

Akuma: I don't—i—

Danny: *whispering* do you wanna try again

Akuma: *stepping out through the hole in the wall they created* yeah thanks

The rest of the class: wh—

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

math teacher, talking about extraneous solutions

teacher: this problem has a solution. but the solution has a problem. and that problem has a name.

Adrien: Adrien

Marinette: kitty no

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Akuma @ Danny: I'm gonna KILL you

Danny, dryly: too late

Akuma, concerned: do you wanna talk about it dude

Hawkmoth: ???

[gandalfsbignaturals]

Wh

Why did they make tron in mtg

I know I'm a little dumb sometimes but what the shit?

~♡

oh theyve done a lot of weird shit in mtg. there was an official set of stranger things cards. there were walking dead cards. an official warhammer crossover. they brought back their world based on japanese folklore and made it cyberpunk. they printed several bullshit busted mechanics after their playtest team speficially told them not to do that. mtg has been a wild fucking ride for the past few years

[mlwritingprompts]

ML x Kamen Rider Ryuki Crossover Prompt:

Desperada AU.

Crossover with Kamen Rider Ryuki, specifically episode 28.

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As Luka paid attention to the Akuma fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir, he focused on the scene to make sure that he will use the Second Chance at the right moment to rewind time.

Desperada managed to hit both the heroes, and it was at that moment that he used the Snake Miraculous' ability.

Little did he know, that somewhere in Japan, something similar was about to happen.

====

Kamen Rider Odin, the phoenix-themed Rider had made his first appearance.

Easily throwing three of them around, he stated in a tone that seemed more robotic and uncaring towards the rest of them.

"It's not time for you to fight me. You should just continue fighting as you are. However, a small correction is needed."

"Correction?" Shinji, the Rider wearing a red dragon-themed suit could only ask in confusion as he looked at him.

The answer he received was a hit that threw him to the ground alongside the rest.

Odin picked up his Goldvisor, his staff, and put one of his Advent Cards inside to activate the effect.

"TIME VENT!"

As Kamen Rider Odin's own time-resetting ability activated, the reality twisted.

The usage of two different abilities that could reset time, and from different sources as well, at the exact moment, was just too much for the universe to handle.

Reality snapped.

====

Kanzaki Shiro, the man controlling Kamen Rider Odin, could only look in shock as he saw what was in front of him.

Odin's Advent Deck was lost. Somewhere he can't find even as he used all his senses to check the Mirror World.

And as he looked at his hand, he couldn't understand what's going on.

How did this strange and tiny butterfly creature appear next to him along with a brooch?

"What's going on?" He mumbled to himself.

====

Marinette found herself in bed, sudden confusion overwhelming her. "Wh- where...?"

Blinking rapidly, she wondered what had happened.

She was sure that the last thing she was doing minutes ago was fighting Desperada!

She was about to call Tikki, when an awful sound entered her ears, similar to the sound of scratching a board.

Clutching her ears for a moment, she then heard a roar, and she instictively looked at the source-

And her eyes widened, as she looked at the mirror.

She saw herself, that much was obvious, but what she couldn't understand was the dragon-looking being that was surrounding her.

It wasn't surrounding her- the real her.

It was surrounding her reflection in the mirror.

'What the...?'

As she asked herself, scrambling to understand what's going on, she felt as a strange object made contact with her arm, and as she looked at it, she saw what it was.

A strange rectangular black item, with what seemed to be a dragon-looking symbol engraved on it.

Picking it up, she realized that the dragon in the mirror-

It was seemingly daring her to throw that away.

With no Tikki around, and her insticts almost sceaming at her against such a thing, she clutched the strange card deck tightly.

"Just what's going on?"

That was the only thing she could think of.

===

End.

[carelessannie]

I’d love to read starker + tiny!innocent!peter with their first time 🥺🥺🥺 a/b/o would be great too

Okay okay okay something about this really screamed crossover to me so... here’s a Starker + Tangled crossover (you can guess who is who) with omegaverse and really dirty smut

Damn, I hope you like it anon! Really just took the smut and amplified it 👀👀

Warnings: omegaverse, sex pollen, fuck or die trope and dub-con, forced heat/rut, virgin peter, and I’m just gonna add coming untouched so I can put it on my bingo card because hot damn

Here’s my bingo card, the square coming untouched for @starkerfestivals

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Tony traces a finger up Peter’s leg, smirking when he jerks away with a huff. He loves working the pretty pink Omega into a fit— he’s so easily flustered, god— and watching his face heat up and scent turn sweet in embarrassment.

“C’mon, crazy— show me how you do the healing thing again."

Peter glares at him, crossing his arms, “Why? Why do you need to know, bandit?"

“Ooo, bandit, I like that,” Tony sprawls out on the ground, peering up at Peter through the tall blades of grass. Peter’s moving his hands, quick little motions that Tony is absolutely entranced by, and he realizes the pretty Omega is weaving a flower crown. Damn, that’s adorable. When Peter doesn’t answer him, Tony turns onto his stomach and crawls closer, “Aww— don’t be like that, pipsqueak. You don’t have to show me anything."

Peter’s face scrunches up, his fingers stilling in their movement.

“Fine."

Tony sits up taller, “Fine?"

“I’ll show you how I do it. Come here,” Peter waves him over and points to the spot right in front of where he’s sitting. They both cross their legs and shuffle until their knees are pressed together, Tony marveling again at how small and sweet the Omega in front of him is.

“Give me your hands,” he commands, and Tony obeys, curious already. It’s truly unexpected when Peter grabs his wrists, guiding Tony’s fingers to tangle in his curls. “Hold on, okay?” Peter confirms, waiting until Tony nods.

Peter releases his hands and pushes his chest slightly, backing him flush against the boulder he’s resting on. Tony’s breathing picks up, speechless as Peter straddles his lap, sliding down until their chests are flush together. Through it all, Tony cradles Peter’s head reverently, jaw dropped in awe.

With one last shuffle, Peter leans forward and rests their foreheads together. He breathes deep, placing his delicate hands on Tony’s cheeks, and starts singing— low and sweet under his breath. When his eyes open again, there’s a golden rim around his iris, and his scent is heady, strong and deep with desire.

“Omega,” Tony gasps, tugging on Peter’s curls until his head tips back, exposing the long, pale column of his unblemished throat.

“Please,” Peter begs, lips falling open in a cry of pleasure, shaking the foundation of the forest around them, “touch me, Alpha— please."

Tony flips them and pins Peter to the ground, easily slotting between his legs and fitting his teeth around Peter’s neck, growling low and possessive. Peter’s scent is thick around them, and all Tony feels is insatiable heat, low in his gut.

What the hell?

With a snap, he pulls off Peter’s neck and looks down at the tiny Omega, using a thumb on his chin to force eye contact. Peter’s eyes are hazy, still ringed gold, and his lips spread in a saccharine smile.

“What’s wrong, Alpha?” he purrs, wiggling in Tony’s hold.

“What did you do?"

Peter’s face twists in confusion, “What do you mean?"

“I mean,” Tony gestures down, to where their obvious erections press together insistently, “I know we were having some magical moments— and I know you think I’m a scoundrel— but I’m usually not this horny at the drop of a hat. What was in that healing spell, Pete?"

“I’m not... I’m not sure,” he stutters, looking up at Tony fearfully, “It usually heals and does the... the... aging thing. It’s never... I’ve never..."

Tony understands, oh god does he understand. With the most restraint he’s ever show, Tony picks himself off the needy Omega, making sure their skin and bodies aren’t touching. Peter whines, but Tony ignores it, has to ignore it.

“I’m sorry, Petey, I really am— but there’s not way I’m stealing your virtue like this. As much as I’d love to, you deserve better than a romp in the mud, especially with an Alpha like me."

Peter sits up and reaches towards him, “No! What? I need you, please Alpha—"

“I can’t do that, Peter, please,” he begs backing away further. “I’m going to take care of... this,” he motions awkwardly to the obvious tent in his pants, “over there. And I suggest you do the same. We can talk in the morning."

The last thing Tony sees as he hurries away is the broken expression on the sweet Omega’s face, and his delicate hands tearing at layers of clothes.

Tony sighs, thankful to be out of temptation’s way, as he pulls out his cock hastily.

It’s gonna be a long night.

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Tony can’t come. It’s been an hour and his cock is purple, drooling and throbbing, with no knot and no release in sight. Every stroke is painful— not to mention the agony of hearing Peter cry just across the clearing.

He’s strong, but he’s not that strong.

The scent of Omega heat reaches him where he kneels in the dirt, and he’s up and moving without a second thought. When Peter sees him— strutting across the forest and over to the cave where Peter has tried to den himself— the Omega sobs, holding out his arms in a silent invitation.

Tony kneels next to him, scenting for hurt and distress on his Omega. He knows it’s his fault Peter is so needy, so drippy and sad, and helps him by petting his hair, shushing him softly. Their skin presses together, and Tony can feel the heat fever already.

“M’sorry ‘mega,” he growls, feeling his rutting fangs extend in preparation. Peter’s eyes are closed and he claws at Tony’s back, singing a chorus of, “Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,” that is making Tony salivate.

He turns Peter around, moving the remains of his shirt and pants to give the Omega some cushioning to rest on as he arches his ass into the air, and leans down to taste. Slick is pouring out of his Omega, ripe and untouched in his arms. He latches his mouth to Peter’s sweet lips and sucks, using both hands to hold his hips in place as he coaxes more and more of Peter onto to his tongue, into his mouth.

Peter is panting and pleading with him for “more, Alpha,” but Tony knows the sweet, virginal Omega has no idea what he’s asking for. He watches Peter’s face for discomfort as he pushes in a finger, groaning as it easily slides up to the second knuckle. Peter drops his chest to the earth and cries out, pushing back into Tony’s hand.

“More, more, more Alpha!” he shouts, tiny cock twitching adorably as his pussy desperately clutches around Tony’s finger, almost as if it’s trying to draw him in further.

With a growl, Tony shoves another finger inside, working Peter’s body with one hand and using his other to stroke himself, coating his cock in wet, Omega slick. He knows the tingling in the back of his head, the rush of aggression and hormones means he’s hitting a rut as well, but none of it matters— not with the world’s prettiest Omega writhing under him and calling him Alpha.

His fingers pull out and bring an obscene amount of slick with them, that Tony immediately uses on his cock, pumping it desperately as he sidles up behind Peter. He crouches behind the Omega, putting his hands on Peter’s waist as the tip of his cock slides in between glistening lips, bumping up against his entrance.

Peter jerks, panting, as he looks up at Tony, “Wh... what is that, Alpha?"

“My cock, ‘mega. M’gonna fill you up, make the hurt go away,” Tony can barely get the words out before he’s sinking in, breathing hard as the Omega’s velvety slick passage is stretched wide around his cock. And he’s tight— oh, fuck, he’s tight. Tony’s never fucked a virgin, never even had an Omega in heat, and he can’t stop the way his hips immediately start to thrust, pistoning in and out of Peter’s trembling body.

“Perfect, fuck Peter— so perfect for me."

Peter whines and clenches down, “So full, Alpha! Please, need more."

That’s all the permission Tony needs to pick up his pace, slamming their hips together brutally as he fucks the Omega into the forest floor. His tony body fits perfectly into Tony’s hands, and Peter keens so beautifully when the Alpha changes angles, driving down mercilessly into his sweet spot.

Peter screams, “That! Right there!” and Tony snarls, giving the needy Omega exactly what he’s asking for. He reaches around, groping at Peter’s slight waist and chest, until he can take two handfuls of soft breast— barely a handful, but still soft and alluring— and pinch down on those pretty nipples, hard.

His Omega shakes apart, wailing, “Alpha, Alpha, oh, oh— I’m gonna, oh!” before painting the ground with his release, milking Tony’s cock as he fucks him through his orgasm relentlessly. The pressure is fucking heaven, and Tony’s thrusts shorten, turning into a shallow grind, as he feels his knot expanding.

Peter’s breathing picks up, little mewling sounds escaping as Tony fucks him with his knot, working past the Omega’s oversensitive entrance with a few filthy circles of his hips.

“S’it bigger? Why’sit bigger?” Peter whines, wiggling in discomfort.

Tony shushes him, falling to his knees as the knot finally slips in with a pop, releasing load after load of Alpha cum deep into his belly. “F-fuck, Pete. Just... oh, baby just breathe, okay?” he tries soothing Peter as the smaller boy starts to whimper— loose and boneless on the ground.

It’s difficult, but Tony manages to get them situated on their sides, pulling over a bedroll to keep his perfect Omega off the dirt and earth. He wraps Peter up in his arms. He buries his nose in Peter’s curl, damp with sweat, and breathes deep.

“T-tony?” Peter turns back to look at him, precious tears clinging to his eyelashes, “What happened... to your... your...” he squeezes down on Tony’s knot purposefully, and then blushes, hiding is face in embarrassment.

This Omega is too much, Tony thinks as he groans— another wave of pleasure rolling through him, pumping more and more cum into the sweet, pure boy in his arms. “God, Pete— you’re gonna kill me. It’s... it’s my knot, sweetheart. Keeps us locked for a bit,” at Peter’s sad whine, Tony hums and pets his side soothingly, “but— with your heat, I bet I can make you come on it again."

“C-come on it?” Peter whispers, sounding overwhelmed and terrified, and Tony recoils a bit when his sugary-sweet scent turns bitter, distressed.

Oh god, “No, no baby, just rest, okay? I’ll take care of you. I promised, remember?"

Peter’s body relaxes and curls back into Tony’s arms, sighing gently, “I do. Thank you, Alpha. And then... and then we can go see the lights?"

Tony chuckles, already reaching a hand around to work Peter’s sweet little Omega cock back to hardness.

Oh, they’ll be seeing the lights alright.

[lunar-wandering]

Heist time? Heist time!

me?? writing a crossover between Monkie Kid and Kaitou Joker that only a few specific people will probably read?? its more likely than you think.

Word Count: 1.5k

read on ao3

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"You received a what?" MK asked, staring at Mei in shock.

"A...heist notice?" Mei said, "It's not for anything important really, just some amulet no one in my family really cares about, but we are required to defend it, so I was wondering if you would come along."

"Are you kidding me?" MK asked, jumping up off of his chair in excitement. "You got a heist notice from Kaitou Joker, Mei! He's world renowned! Of course I want to help you defend your treasure from him!"

"...Do you think Red Son will want to come too?"

"Even if he doesn't, he'll probably still come anyways."

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"I don't understand how you forced me into this." Red Son complained, as the three of them leaned against the wall in Mei's Family's Treasure Room, waiting for the time on the heist notice to arrive. "I mean, it's just one thief. How hard could fending them off be?"

"I'm pretty sure it's harder than it seems." Mei said, "I googled him when we got the notice. The list of things he's managed to steal is about three miles long."

"And the list of things he failed to steal?" MK asked.

"Non-existent. Either he always succeeds, or he covers up his failures really well."

"Well he better hurry up and get on with it." Red Son said, "I don't exactly have all day after all."

"You do know that you don't have to stay in this room right?" Mei asked, "You can go and investigate other parts of the mansion if you're bored."

"Oh thank fuck." Red Son whispered, standing up and walking out of my room. "Shout if he shows up!"

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Of course, as fate would have it, Joker and his assistant, Hachi, just so happened to jump down through one of the windows on the roof not even ten minutes after Red Son left the room. They landed on the ground in a crouch, proceeding to stand up-

And come face to face with Mei and MK's weapons.

"We aren't going to let you take the treasure, thief." MK said, before excitedly whispering under his breath; "Man, I've always wanted to say that."

"Oh, you think you can stop me?" Joker said, a smirk on his face. "Sounds fun."

And just like that, Joker suddenly slammed a smoke bomb down onto the floor, causing Mei and MK to back up and shield their eyes so that the smoke wouldn't get in them. During the haze, Joker forcibly bumped into MK, making him drop the staff. Joker bent down to pick it up-

Only to find that he couldn't.

"Huh. Weird." He said, trying again, and giving up when it wouldn't budge. "I'll have to get back to figuring out how to steal that later."

"You'll have to what-" MK started, but was cut off by Mei, who rushed pass him, aiming to swing at Joker. He dodged at the last second, maneuvering behind her and hitting her on the back, causing her to stumble.

Joker swiftly and casually took the sword out of Mei's hands, proceeding to jump on top of a nearby statue to be out of her reach for a few moments.

"Oh now this is interesting.~" He said as he observed the sword, "Maybe I should send out a heist notice for this as well-"

Joker suddenly paused, and a tense atmosphere filled the room.

The spirits of the past dragons had surrounded Joker, and they were all glaring at him angrily.

"...You know what?" Joker said, tossing the sword over his shoulder, causing the dragons to vanish, and for Mei to scramble to catch it before it could hit the floor. "I don't need this sword, I've got plenty already. Hachi, are you ready?!"

"Yes sir!"

"Wh-" MK whirled around, to see that, while he had been distracted, focusing on Joker, his assistant had taken the amulet from it's stand. "Hey, give that back!"

He lunged at Hachi, and the ninja gave a little shriek, hurriedly side stepping and tossing the amulet to Joker, who caught it and proceeded to turn to run out of the room, Hachi moving to follow close behind.

"Oh no you don't!" Mei yelled, immediately chasing after them, with MK quickly joining her.

They ran through the hallways, twisting and turning. They almost lost sight of Joker a few times, what with him using his image gum to try and disguise himself as various statues, but MK's true sight always let them spot him rather quickly, and then the chase would be on again.

It was during one of the points when they were running after him that Red Son happened to see them from his position of sitting up in the rafters.

"Oh for the love of- I told them to shout if he showed up." He muttered to himself, before sighing. It seemed like he was going to have to step in.

"You won't get past me!" Red Son said, jumping down into the thief's way, his hands on fire. Joker didn't even blink.

"What are you, some relative of Phoenix? The fire trick is so old school y'know." He said, not even bothering to stop. He vaulted over Red Son, who, faced with the fact that the thief wasn't afraid of his fire, had frozen in place in shock. Hachi quietly ran around him as well, muttering a quiet "Sorry." As he did.

"Wh- Hey! Get back here!" Red Son yelled as soon as the shock wore off, turning and joining Mei and MK in chasing after the thief. Joker just laughed in response.

"A larger audience just makes the chase more fun!" He shouted over his shoulder-

And then suddenly he came to a complete halt, Hachi bumping into him from the unexpectedness of the sudden stop. MK, Mei and Red Son stumbled, barely stopping themselves from also running into him. MK looked over Joker's shoulder to see what had made the phantom thief pause.

There was a cat in the hallway.

MK, confusedly, looked back at the thief, wondering why a cat of all things had made him stop. He got his answers as soon as he got a good look at him.

Joker was genuinely trembling, the bit of his eyes that MK could see under the hat were filled with fear.

From his side, Hachi sighed.

"Seriously, Joker?" He asked, a bit deadpan, but still with some concern in his voice. "I assumed you'd gotten over your fear of cats after so much exposure to Hosshi."

"Well excuse me for not recovering from my childhood trauma." Joker said,  causing Red Son to stifle a laugh.

The cat meowed.

"Shit." Joker hissed, backing up and practically scrambling to climb on top of the nearest person, which happened to be Red Son, who shouted indignantly in response, struggling to pull him off to no avail.

"..While I hate to use a fear against anyone, since I know what it's like first hand." MK started, "Would you. Give us back the amulet if we get rid of the cat?"

"Fine, fine!" Joker yelled, "I'll give you the amulet okay?"

Red Son finally managed to push Joker off, the thief landing with an "oomf" on the ground, and leaving the amulet behind in Red Son's hands. Mei made swift work of picking up the cat and quickly herding it into a nearby room. MK reached down and lightly patted Joker on the shoulder.

"There, was that so hard?" He asked, a bit of smugness in his voice. Hey, he had technically just bested a world renowned phantom thief, he could be a little smug. Joker just sighed.

"Whatever." He said, before quickly jumping up, grabbing his assistant in his arms, and turning to take off down the hallway without another word, laughing once he'd reached a good distance away from them. MK was confused for a moment, before-

The amulet in Red Son's hands suddenly popped, like a balloon, leaving only a card, the Jack of Hearts, behind.

The three of them stared at it for a moment, in silence.

"Oh that fu-"

---

It was rather late when MK finally walked into the Noodle Shop, practically dragging his feet. Pigsy glanced up as he walked in.

"There you are, MK. What took you so long, your shift started two hours ago." He said. MK sighed.

"Sorry Pigsy, I was busy....." MK trailed off as he suddenly noticed the other two people in the restaurant, at the exact same time they noticed him.

MK, Joker, and Hachi stared at each other for a few seconds.

"Welp, that's my cue to go!" Joker said, picking up the bowl he'd been eating out of and carrying it with him as he ran past MK and out of the shop, Hachi quickly throwing some money on the counter before running off behind him. MK didn't even try to stop them. He stood there for a few minutes, registering what just happened, before moving to sit at one of the stools by the counter.

"Long day?" Pigsy asked.

MK put his head down on the counter and screamed.

[scriptaed]

his side, her side | 7:00 P.M.

genre: angst/fluff/implied smut; (bold = genre for this particular drabble)

pairing: reader x jungkook;

length: 2.9k;

synopsis: a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be.

a/n: this is not a chronological series; more so, his side her side is a collection of drabbles in which each drabble helps paint the overall picture. each drabble can be read separately without having read the others. // alternatively: his side, her side pt. 4;

her side; 

Even if it pains you to admit, you knew that this—whatever it is between you and Jungkook—was more than just something… or at least to you, that is; because to part ways after an ephemeral five minute small talk right outside the company’s doors only to long for next week when your opportunity to relive what most would consider an insignificant five minutes of your seven days has to mean something. 

That unequivocal something, however, would forever be a crush mislabeled as boredom. 

“So how far do you live from work?”

Oh, shoot. Does that question seem too invasive? Peeping around at your chattering colleagues of whom gradually fade into the distance behind you two, you figure the coast is clear. The last thing you would want is to assume the new subject of your coworkers’ morning gossip rumors. You can just imagine it. Your stalkerish tendencies and your supposed obsession with the partner of your most recent project, Jungkook… they would call you a lonesome girl with fleeting emotions, willing to fall for any boy who gives her the slightest of attention.

That image, in itself, has been a nightmare you’ve grudgingly albeit successfully steered clear of.

It seems that your coworkers should not be the subject of your concerns, however, because even the shadow that befalls his profile that blocks the lamp post’s white-blue glow is not enough to blind you from Jungkook’s sneer. Your partner peers down at you and speaks his seldom words of the night, “wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“Wh—” you’re at a loss for words, not exactly because of his remark but rather over his rare choice to speak in exchange for an opportunity to tease you… something he hasn’t done in the past month of your blossoming relations “—what? I was just wondering how far you lived because you mentioned driving to work before.”

“Yeah,” he simply answers without further elaboration over his sudden tease. “I live with my brother. About five minutes away. Not too far.”

“You have a brother?” 

“Yeah,” he pauses, “you have any siblings?”

“What do you think? Do I look like I have any?” 

You lean back, as if to allow him to have a gander over your appearance that supposedly dictates your compatibility for a sibling. To your surprise, the boy who’s usually much less easily entertained turns his head as an acceptance to your challenge. The thought of his absolute attention focused on you, eyes scanning you up and down, is enough to have you slightly regretting your question. You’ve never been the type to feel self conscious; but moments like these, when you fidget with your hands and hastily tuck a lock of your hair behind the ears, you’re left wondering why he, of all people, is an exception. 

The spur of the moment skews your balance and you rock back and forth, subtly albeit unsuccessfully avoiding further attention from the boy before you; because as your right foot slips back only to counter the sway by pushing forward, your dumb self unintentionally pushes your left arm firmly against him. 

Your arm doesn’t just touch—no, it wasn’t a graze and it surely wouldn’t seem like a mere accident by the standards of people with a normal sense of balance, but it’s more of an assertive lean to the point that you’re sharing his warmth and molding into his well-toned biceps that you’ve covertly ogled at for the past weeks until his firm stature becomes the reason you’re not stumbling forward like a goofball.

Even the most dense of them all would have picked up on it; but Jungkook isn’t just any boy, because whether for the better or worse, he chooses not to mention the small mishap. 

“You seem like the older sister type,” he mentions, averting his attention ahead to the dimly lit sidewalk. 

“Oh,” you can only mumble as your arm dwells over the wake of his touch.

Wait, what does he mean by that? Do you seem reliable? Or does he see you as a know-it-all? Does he think you’re the girly type? The responsible type? And was it supposed to be a compliment?

One too many seconds had passed by for you to inquire for further elaboration. Instead, the occasional silence between you two has you scrambling for a new topic after the death of its promising albeit lackluster precedent.

“What about you? You live near here?” 

Alas, you can internally sigh in relief because at least the struggle to rekindle the conversation is a mutual one. Maybe he doesn’t think you’re too boring, after all.

“I live across the bridge and a few blocks down, so I just walk to work.” 

“Across the bridge?” he articulates with much more vigor than you’re used to. Ultimately, your surprise is short-lived when a cocked grin replaces his temporary gawk. “Try not to get mugged.”

“Wooow. Considering the sun sets before we’re out of work and crossing that bridge when it’s dark is a legitimate fear I have,” you give him the worst stank eye possible, “thank you for your concern.”

The damn boy only grins, “no problem.” 

As oddly comforting your usual, silence-filled conversations with Jungkook have been in the past, you don’t think you would be too disinclined to fiddle with your partner’s snarky attitude once in a while. Maybe you’re overanalyzing or maybe you’re excessively shrewd, but the organic flow between the two of you is starting to awfully resemble that of two close friends. 

But are you friends or are you merely colleagues coerced into working overtime? 

“Boy, I swear I will—”

“—oh shit,” Jungkook beats you to the curses, like usual, “I forgot to bring my card.” 

“So?” you quirk a brow at the distraught boy. “Just go home and make some food. Our cafeteria sucks anyways.” 

The boy turns to look at you, profusely serious and not a glint of shame present in his eyes. Then, he deadpans, “but I’m hungry.”

“So... you want me to spot you.”

“Hey,” he finally chortles with a slightly embarrassed grin akin to that of a child caught red-handed, “I skipped dinner after gym so that I could make it to work on time!”

“No one told you to skip dinner!”

His already ear-to-ear grin widens, if that was even possible, “I did it so you wouldn’t be alone!” 

Spotting your friends has never been a predicament for you; this, however, you’re not too keen on lending money to a boy whose relations are only based upon work, mutual friends, and endless inevitable crossovers between his path and yours—in fact, too many to be under the hands of mere happenstance. 

Surely, the two of you have grown much more acquainted than ever in the last month, but it’s not like you two never interacted before. On the rare occasion that Jungkook actually greeted you, a plea for help regarding work would always follow shortly after. To you, he only saw you as a reliable source. He never saw you as a friend and you never saw him more than a mere colleague. Even now, after all the sparks between you two, it’s difficult for you not to suspect his ulterior motives. 

You will not be taken advantage of. Just because he’s slightly—okay, maybe profusely—above average in looks, you will not make a fool of yourself. What happens next, however, takes you and your adamant determination by surprise.

“Okay, fine...” you grumble. “But you owe me boba!” 

“Boba?” his eyes pop as he chuckles. “Alright, sure.”

“Yeah, in fact, you owe me three boba,” you add. “I like roasted oolong milk tea with egg pudding. Write it down.”

“Three?” he gawks. “Wait, roasted oolong and what…?” 

He had asked a question, yet you can’t help but simply smile at him from ear to ear. Was this really happening? Was he serious or was this another one of your playful bickers?

Shrugging and stifling the laugh that threatens to slip from your lips, you decide to let fate override your usual level-headed reasoning, “take me and I’ll let you know.”

In that fleeting moment, the flutters in your stomach and the adrenaline that coursed through your veins were worth it all; and it wouldn’t be until months later that you discover your last leap of faith was not one worth taking. 

-

his side;

“So how far do you live from work?”

Her question finally ceases the dreadful standstill. The internal sigh after a prolonged bated breath and the realization of the unknown implications of such relief strikes Jungkook as an oddity. Clearly a quiet, standoffish man who strays from the center of attention, Jungkook had always preferred to observe rather than participate. To him, the state of nothing is where he belongs and silence is his safe haven—and yet, around Y/N, he can’t help but chant words of panic: shit, what do I say next? 

As thankful as Jungkook was for his partner’s break of silence, he, himself, isn’t aware enough of his once stone cold pond of a state, now disturbed by ripples of which its origins are unknown. Instead, the moment of anomaly is mistranslated into the only expression he’s developed a knack for. A sneer. 

Well, that wasn’t exactly what he wanted… but he figured he was close enough with Y/N to joke around with her by now, right?

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” 

“Wh—” Jungkook peers down at her baffled response “—what? I was just wondering how far you lived because you mentioned driving to work before.”

It would be a lie to deny how the look of bewilderment that plasters her face doesn’t egg him and his teasing streak onwards. Despite being a man of few words and little thoughts, the rare sense of amusement brought upon by her short-lived distraught catalyzed by himself, truly, has Jungkook scratching his head. The tinge of guilt intermixed with worry that perhaps he had gone too far only furthers the confusion. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook returns to his usual collected albeit monotonous composure, “I live with my brother. About five minutes away. Not too far.”

“You have a brother?” 

“Yeah—” what should he say now “—you have any siblings?”

“What do you think? Do I look like I have any?” 

Oh? He’s a bit hesitant to hurl a curse at his partner, but how the hell is he supposed to know?

When she leans back to open her profile to the boy, something Jungkook has realized is a rarity for the usually closed-off, shifty girl, the boy has no choice but to play along with her antics… either that or he lacks the energy to deny her politely. The boy turns, scanning his partner up and down with little haste and no specific game-plan. He doesn’t exactly know what he’s supposed to be looking for, but what he finds is much more than what he was expecting. 

For someone who speaks with such wisdom, who performs so well in every criteria, who seems to know the answer to all his questions, the way she fidgets with her hands and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear at this very moment as he watches her conflicted with the confident impression he once only knew. He had taken note of her occasional avoidance of his eyes—something which he had amusedly combated with an even more intense, to which she never challenged—but her wavering gaze that flickers on whatever was on the ground is especially prevalent today. 

Funny. 

Then she begins to lose her balance. How? Jungkook had no fucking clue; but before he knew it, she was swaying back and forth until her left arm finally stabilizes the rather skittish gal… through the use of his right arm.  

The sudden contact catches Jungkook off guard. No, it isn’t enough of a surprise to have him jolting back—although nothing really could elicit such a reaction from a boy like Jungkook—but he does notice the firm, close contact between her and him. The closest he’s ever been to her was visually through the eyes and the closest he’s ever touched her was tactually through the occasional graze of his fingertips against the back of her hand. Sure, his bare skin could only feel the cotton of her sweater and the moment of contact lasted for an ephemeral two seconds, but even that is enough to leave an imprint on that night. 

There’s no doubt in Jungkook’s mind that it was all accidental. Y/N isn’t the type to mess around with boys like him… but did she notice? 

Turning his head to the sidewalk brightly illuminated by white and gulping whatever was in his throat, he decides to fill the awkward silence, “you seem like the older sister type.”

“Oh.”

Shit, why does she sound so disappointed? She doesn’t think it’s an insult, does she? Well, it really isn’t his fault if he struck a nerve, Jungkook internally shrugs, he was just answering a question. He had to admit, though, her unpredictable sway of emotions was entertaining to say the least. If she really wanted an elaboration, she could always ask and he could easily clear up his intentions. 

But what’s the fun in a conversation without speculation? 

And so, Jungkook figures he’d leave her at that. 

“What about you? You live near here?” 

“I live across the bridge and a few blocks down, so I just walk to work.” 

“Across the bridge?” Jungkook gapes, although he’s unsure of why his expression is much more of an exaggerated version of how he really feels. Something about the drama of it all fueled the conversation further. Grinning, he remarks, “try not to get mugged.”

“Wooow. Considering the sun sets before we’re out of work and crossing that bridge when it’s dark is a legitimate fear I have—” damn, that was a long sentence and her stank eye doesn’t help any bit “—thank you for your concern.”

Her anger only spurs him and his unexplained satisfaction forward, “no problem.” 

Jungkook had always kept his circle of friends close and tight. It isn’t like he preferred it that way, but the world of simplicity and permanency gravitated toward him. Unlike the other countless guys who liked to spend their nights surrounded by girls whose names they didn’t know nor cared to know, his closed lifestyle kept him grounded. If someone were to tell him years ago at orientation that this girl would eventually be holding a conversation closely resembling that of two close friends, he never would have believed them; but now that he’s here, he could definitely see it. 

“Boy, I swear I will—”

“—oh shit,” a wave of terror overtakes the boy as he rummages through the pockets of his shorts “—I forgot to bring my card.” 

“So?” his partner quirks a brow at him and he almost narrows his eyes at her preposterous advice that follows. “Just go home and make some food. Our cafeteria sucks anyways.” 

A ravenous growl rumbles across his abdomen. The regret for having skipped his usual granola bar in exchange for making it to work on time after gym returns with vengeance. The two things Jungkook had no shame in taking seriously were: one, gym, and two, food. As cautious as he has been around his seemingly delicate partner, he had no shame in turning to look straight at her. Next, he deadpans, “but I’m hungry.”

“So…” the girl mulls, each second egging on the emptiness of his stomach. “You want me to spot you.”

“Hey—” well, that isn’t exactly what he wanted and now he just seems like a leech but prolonging the swift conversation that had developed as well as filling the hole in his stomach doesn’t sound too bad “—I skipped dinner after gym so that I could make it to work on time!”

“No one told you to skip dinner!”

He can’t help it when his grin widens, “I did it so you wouldn’t be alone!” 

Truthfully, her advice would have been much less of a bother to Jungkook. One, he wouldn’t have to spend all this time and effort convincing her. Two, he probably would’ve been home by now and enjoying his masterfully cooked instant noodles. Most importantly, he wouldn’t seem like he was trying to take advantage of his partner because severing their professional relationship and borderline friendship was not in his plans. 

As little of a crap he gave about the impression he gave others, he wasn’t that shitty of a person to willingly be the bad guy… and certainly not to Y/N. 

“Okay, fine...” she finally grumbles to his relief. “But you owe me boba!” 

“Boba?” he can’t help but chuckle in disbelief. “Alright, sure.”

“Yeah, in fact, you owe me three boba,” she asserts. “I like roasted oolong milk tea with egg pudding. Write it down.”

“Three?” Jungkook gasps; and this time, he really means it. “Wait, roasted oolong and what…?” 

How the hell is he supposed to remember that? And does she want it delivered to her house or work or what? 

Her next remark, however, answers his question. “Take me and I’ll let you know.”

Food might be all that he sees at the moment, but if obliging to her request could induce further conversations and get him to the light at the end of the tunnel? Then to Jungkook, that’s a win-win. Someday, he’ll take her when they’re truly friends and not mere coworkers with coerced interactions. 

Maybe not now, not later, but certainly in the near future. 

[hayleyb100]

Light My Way, Part 9

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 the end

⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️  -It is a twisted story of Pokemon Sun and Moon, and a crossover of Pokemon SM and SWSH. -It features Hau and Kabu as the main characters. -Extremely angsty. -Everything is headcanon. -It isn’t spoiler-free.

The peaceful daily life returned to Kabu and Hau. They strolled the Motorstocke City together, sometimes stopping by at the cafe to enjoy some treats. They went to the grocery store to buy ingredients for their meals. They went to the Wild Area, but not to do a harsh training but to watch happy pokemons under Kabu's protection. It wasn't anything special or something to make your eyes pop out, but that was enough to give joy to the family's life.

With Kabu's care and love confirmed through the Wild Area incident, a bright smile never left Hau's face. Kabu was exhilarated to see such positive changes happening to Hau. He was content that his love is reaching his son, and somewhat proud of himself too. At this rate, Kabu's dream of adopting Hau seemed so near in his reach.

Little did he know, what happened in the Wild Area wasn't the last hurdle to overcome.

___________________________________

*Ding-dong*

"Yes? Who is it?" while they were playing a board game, the doorbell rang.

When Kabu opened the door, a stranger was standing.

"Good afternoon. Are you Kabu by any chance?" the stranger asked.

"Yes, I am he... May I be of help?"

"I'm here to see Hau."

Kabu frowned instantly and grabbed the door tight, to shut it tight if he is a kidnapper or something.

"...Dad?" Hau's voice from behind stabbed Kabu's ears. What?

"Hau! Oh, my son." The man who Hau called father pushed Kabu aside and marched in to cuddle the little Alolan child.

"Wh... What are you doing here?" Hau opened his eyes round and wide as if he is wondering.

"I have been looking for you." his dad said with dewy eyes.

"I searched for you everywhere in Alola, before I discovered that you were sent to be fostered in Galar."

"Wait, so... Are you saying you are Hau's biological father?" Kabu's voice started to tremble, as his mind became uneasy from an obvious consequence.

"Yes. And you are?"

"I... I'm Kabu. The one who has been fostering Hau."

"I see! Let me convey my appreciation. Thank you." Hau's father shook Kabu's hand as he wore the smile of a gentleman, but the Fire Gym Leader was doubtful for an obvious reason.

Where was this guy?

"I'm so sorry, Hau... I wanted to come to get you as soon as I heard you were in danger... But I was sick on my side too, so daddy had to stay in the hospital for a while."

It was dangerous to jump into conclusion, but Kabu could not stop thinking that is such a convenient lie.

"Are... Are you okay now, dad?" Hau, the overly kind child, still worried about his irresponsible dad.

"Of course I am now." The dad nodded.

"Ahem... Excuse me, Mr. Kabu. May I talk to my son alone? I'm sure you know, but there are a lot of things to catch up between father and son."

Kabu doesn't know why, but he could feel his internal organs twisted from disgust and rage.

Did he say father and son just now?

Is he even qualified to address himself that title?

He WASN'T THERE WHEN HAU WAS AT THE LOWEST.

HOW DARE-

Kabu almost punched his face, kicked him right out of his house, and sent him packing to Alola, but he restrained with all his might as Hau was there. And he knows that however the foster or adoptive parents try, the child will always miss their biological parents. He also knew that if he blocks them from their bio parents, they will yearn for them more. Kabu had to nod without a choice. He never thought it was a problem, but the fact that he doesn't share blood with Hau ravaged his heart.

Hau's dad held his son's hand and took him away, as Hau reluctantly followed. Seeing Hau walking away just made Kabu agitated as Falink deserted from its troop. Who knows what that bio father will talk to his child?

_______________________________

"I'm so glad to see you again doing well. Have some."

"Thank you, dad..." Hau said uneasily, as he took a bite out of the pancake that his father bought for him in the cafe.

"How have you been? Did the foster father take good care of you?"

Hau noded instantly, as there was no doubt that Kabu and others in Galar were ever so kind to him.

"I met so many people. My foster father was a wonderful person and so were others! Milo, Nessa, even Hop... They encouraged me and loved me as their own."

"I see." father spat out soullessly as he moved onto his point.

"Hau. Actually, I came to get you."

"...Sorry?" Hau couldn't believe his ears. What did he just say?

"Now I am better and all, I want to take you back to Alola."

No. That short answer popped up right into Hau's head, but his dad didn't give him a chance to say it. He babbled on.

"I know I have been an irresponsible parent. I know that. If only I wasn't ill... But let's not give an excuse. I want to redeem myself for the wrong deeds. Please, can you not give papa that chance?"

"..........." Hau was still hesitant. He was definitely sitting right in front of his 'father', but it was as if he was encountering a complete stranger who met the first time in this cafe. He felt so far away from him emotionally that he couldn't say yes to his suggestion. Hau knew that. Hau now knows why his father wasn't there when he was going through all the bitterness, but that didn't lift any of his repulsiveness.

Whatever the reason, he WASN'T THERE.

The polarized emotions in Hau started to swirl like a tornado. They resent that he wasn't there when he needed his dad the most, but at the same time, the feeling towards the only blood-related family left.

Seeing his son hesitating to answer, the father pulled out a cheat card from his sleeve.

"I bet your mom and Tutu would love to see us happy back as a family together. They would miss you in Alola."

That stabbed Hau's guilt again. His guilt on making them die. Hau was near to vomiting at this point. He thought he moved on, but the guilt haunted him yet again. He stared at his dad.

"Please? Give this daddy a chance to make things better. Don't you wanna go home and see Tutu and mama again?"

Hau started sweating from pressure. The answer was so hard to get. However, before he knew it, Hau's guilt was forcing him to nod.

"Oh, thank you, Hau... I promise I will be the best dad on the planet."

Hau felt so bad for Kabu and everyone who worked super intense to heal him, but he wouldn't help it. But Hau was entirely unaware he could answer with all the NO of the world, as his dad was making the evil smirk behind his back.

As you have guessed, it was conspicuous that this so-called dad didn't come to redeem himself. Absolutely no way. After Hau moved to Galar and things settled down in Alola, this shameless fucktard showed himself to get the bequest of Hala, claiming he is the son. But unfortunately for him, Nanu and Olivia sneered and notified him that his rights to inherit the bequest were terminated long ago when he ran away from Alola declaring he will not inherit the position of Kahuna. So, to fulfill his dirty scheme, he now needed Hau, who still has the right to inherit Hala's position and legacies. And as soon as he gets all the fortune he wants with the pretext to be Hau's caretaker, he is ready to dump him again to another region where Hau can never find him. A perfect plan on his side.

Poor Hau who doesn't have any idea about the malicious side of his dad agreed to go back to Alola with him, completely gaslighted like a butterfly caught in a spider's net.

_____________________________________

"I beg your pardon?" Kabu's heart dropped as Hau's dad explained their plans.

"It is as you heard. Hau agreed to move back to Alola with me."

"I... But..." Kabu was losing his breath as he asked with his eyes to Hau if it was true. Hau didn't say anything and tore his eyes away from Kabu.

Kabu felt as if his whole world was caving in. He worked with all his might to bring a smile back on Hau's face and this random guy came out of nowhere and tried to snatch the child away from him. It was absurd. No way.

"What is with the face of complaints? Were you seriously trying to ADOPT the child when his parents were alive and well? Haha, thank you for loving Hau so much. But as long as the biological parents are alive, the custody lies on me. So... let's just say it is unfortunate that you don't share blood with Hau."

Blood. THAT DAMN BLOOD. WHY DOES GENE HAVE TO TOP THE EMOTIONAL BOND?

Kabu gripped his hand so hard that it turned scarlet and clenched his jaws until his molars felt like cracking into pieces. He could feel his body trembling like a dead leaf with the upset. It was... unfair. Just UNFAIR.

"We will leave tomorrow, so if you have time, please come to say goodbye to Hau. In fact, please make the time to come. I'm sure Hau would like to bid farewell too. Now, let's go, Hau. We'll sleep in daddy's accommodation today."

After they left, Kabu sat alone in the living room. He didn't know how to feel. It was as if his whole efforts were wasted into thin air. He didn't cry. He wasn't feeling sad. Rather, he was furious. Furious towards the goddamn law tearing his beloved son away from him.

...Son? Did he say, son?

[buttercup-draws44]

“It’s okay to cry.

It’s okay to frown.

No matter how you feel,

Your friends will always be around.”

Decided to play around with watercolors

Disclaimer: I don’t work for Clown and this is not canon material. It’s just a silly little fanmade crossover between my two current favorite media.

Dylan, Mahira, Alvis, Rubis, and CARDS belong to @arty-e. These four are not my characters.

Welcome Home and Wally were created by partycoffin.

[yuko27]

Last two months as this shit is known as COVID-19 increased there were a few positive moments in my isolated life. 

The first one is that I had more time for drawing and doing anatomy tutorials. And the second is that I started gaming The Witcher Wild Hunt at last! I love the trilogy universe since I played the first game in early 2008, and now I want to draw some crossover art works with characters both from games and TV show. 

My thoughts circle around Iorveth from the second game. He's one of my favorites hero in the second part. So sad the character doesn't appear in the WH, only as a Gwint card. 

[cherriipeachcreme]

New Crossover Info

As mentioned, I decided to have a new Main Verse/AU for my Witch’s Heart + YTTD crossover. This time all the characters are together in the same situation (Making 17 characters total unless you count my self insert and other OCs, making that 18 or more). I wanted to see how the story for the crossover could play out differently than either of the canon stories, but I wanted to work on some ideas as well. It’ll include spoilers and some paragraphs copied & pasted from my previous post, so everything is under the cut:

Once again, Claire is the main protagonist of the story and Asunaro’s primary subject, because of the legend of the Witch’s Heart.

The characters from WH start off entering Dorothy’s Mansion, which is filled with monsters. They soon fall unconscious and wake up in the facility with everyone else. (Both the facility and mansion are trapped in the same dimension)

The setting is a fictional island near Japan or Eurasia, where both the mansion and facility take place. The island itself has plenty of diverse cultural influence. The facility is also filled with monsters, fantasy spaces, and other such things.

The place has many puzzles and by Claire helping various demons with side quests, the group finds clues to solve them along with other secrets. The attractions also include minigames from Witch’s Heart; Flower matching, Tile sliding puzzles, a Higher or Lower card game, and Rock-Paper-Scissors, making 13 attractions in total.

In addition to creating dolls, AIs, and studying negative emotions, Asunaro is also dedicated to demons, mainly the Purebred and Hater kinds.

I’m not sure if time loops will be included, but if they are: Every time there is a “Game over” or “Bad ending”, Noel will use Dorothy’s Witch’s Heart to start over from a certain point. This is very similar to the AI death game sessions often restarting without any manual input as well.

[nexttrickanvils]

Drabble NaNo Day 16

Prompts: Tarot + Fragile

Characters: Claude Von Reigan, F!Byleth Eisner, Flayn, mentions of Monica Von Ochs.

Notes: Persona 4 crossover/fusion, mentions of racism

This ended up being WAY LONGER than a drabble but oh well. 🤷‍♀️

I’m sure someone more talented with a better grasp on Claude’s character could probs do a P4 style Shadow confrontation better than me but again oh well.

--------- Investigating the murder of a classmate by entering a creepy alternate dimension with monsters and being guided by some cheerful fish...dragon… mascot… girl wasn’t exactly what Claude was expecting to do with his after-school time. But here he was.

At the very least, he wasn’t alone. Aside from said mascot girl (Flayn was her name,) Claude also had the new girl, Byleth. He still kept her at a distance but he still found her interesting, especially after she was able to fight off some monsters by summoning something Flayn called a “Persona.”

The green and white mascot soon stopped in front of what looked like the Von Ochs estate if it was in a horror movie. It was almost a shame that Claude and Byleth had to keep the glasses on to see anything, the fog would’ve set the proper mood.

“Flayn, are you sure this is where Monica ran off to?” asked Byleth

The white and green mascot nodded, “I am sure of it. I would have gone inside to help her but I was stopped by several Shadows.”

Both Byleth and Claude exchanged sad looks, they both couldn’t help but feel bad for Flayn.

“Flayn...”

“No, it is fine. Though I wish I could have saved this Monica girl, I know that we will be alright now that you are here Sensei.”

“Sensei?”

Claude chuckled, “Aw looks like you’ve got yourself an admirer, Teach.”

An unamused expression crossed Byleth’s face before she walked ahead of the other two and entered the swirling red and black entrance; Flayn and Claude quickly followed.

The inside continued the theme of creepy abandoned house with cobwebs everywhere and furniture and windows broken.

Before anyone could say anything though, a deep voice echoed throughout the mansion.

“Monica, your mother and I have told you before, that you need to take your role as the Von Och heir seriously!”

“Huh… guess that must be her old man. Charming.” Claude sarcastically remarked

“Monica, darling. You need to set a good example. You need to be more lady-like.”

“And I guess that’s her mother?” Asked Byleth

Soon a third voice joined in.

“”Be more ladylike, Monica.” “Set a good example, Monica.” “Take yourself more seriously, Monica.””

“...Wait… That’s Monica… but she’s supposed to be...” said Claude

“These… these must be echoes of her true thoughts.” Flayn answered

“It’s not like you’re a teenager who’s gonna make mistakes. It’s not these are supposed to be the best years of your life or something! IT’S NOT WE REFUSE TO ADMIT WE’RE STUCK IN THE PAST OR ANYTHING!!! Why? Wh-why can’t I just live my life how I want? I’m sick of pretending to be whatever mom and dad think a proper lady is! I just want to be a regular teenager and just goof around and hang out with my friends! But no, every day I gotta watch what I say! Watch what I do! Can’t dishonor the Von Ochs name even if that damn name hasn’t meant shit for a LONG TIME!”

Claude stayed silent through Monica’s little rant, he always suspected that the proper little rich girl act had been just that, an act. If only because he could sort of relate.

“Claude? You okay?” asked Byleth

“Y-yeah Teach, I’m fine. Still taking this all in, ya know?”

Before Byleth could say anything else, another, more familiar, voice rang out.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just being reminded of how I’ve been living a lie is all!”

All three turned to the voice and were greeted with the sight of a second Claude. Completely identical except his cruel expression and bright yellow eyes.

“Huh!? Why are there two Claudes!?” asked Flayn

“What the hells are you?”

The other Claude smirked, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly who I am and I know exactly who you are, Claude Von Reigan. I know how you make a show out of being an unassuming idiot. After all, if there’s nothing to fear from you and keep everyone at arm’s length, then maybe you won’t be hurt again.”

Claude bit his lip, memories of attacks both verbal and physical flash through his mind. But whoever this asshole was, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a response.

“Aw, what’s the matter? No sarcastic quip? No witty comeback? It’s because you know I’m right.”

Byleth stepped forward.

“That’s enough, whatever you are! Leave my friend, alone.”

“...Byleth.”

The other Claude darkly chuckled, “Wow how noble of you. But tell me, would you be defending him if you knew what he REALLY thought of you?”

Now Claude found himself starting to panic.

“H-hey, leave her out of this!”

“Ohhh, touched a nerve there huh? Don’t want your little friend to know that you only got close because of you wanted to use her?”

Byleth turned around and Claude could see the hurt in her eyes.

“Te- Byleth that’s not… he… it’s not true.”

“More lies huh Claude? Honestly what haven’t you lied about at this point?”

“Shut. Up!” Claude said as he gritted his teeth

“You even lied to her about why you wanted to come back here. You couldn’t give less of a shit about Monica Von Ochs. But you love a good mystery and hey maybe you’ll be a hero for finding the killer! Maybe everyone will respect you instead of calling you a filthy half-breed under their breaths.”

Claude could feel all the walls and defenses he built up over the years, shatter like glass as he grew angrier and angrier.

“I SAID SHUT UP! Who are you!?”

“You still don’t get it? I’m you and you’re me… your shadow… I know every little dirty secret you hoard.”

No. No! NO! NO!

Claude was not going to let this imposter RUIN everything he’s worked towards.

“You don’t know ANYTHING about me! You. Are. Not. ME!”

The expression on the Other Claude’s face became almost inhuman as he began to laugh.

“That’s right! I’m not you! I’m done with keeping secrets!”

A dark energy surrounded the Other Claude and in the gaps, Claude, Byleth, and Flayn could see him transform.

The three stepped further and further back as the energy expanded until emerging out of the dark mist was an all black figure attached to a wyvern-like creature.

“I AM A SHADOW… THE TRUE SELF… I WILL USE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE TO GET WHAT I WANT!”

The top part of the monster lifted one of its arms and it morphed into a bow. It was aiming straight for Byleth. As the arrow fired; without thinking, Claude pushed Byleth out of the way and took the hit.

“Claude!”

“I-I’m fine! I’m...”

“No you’re not! Flayn!”

“Y-yes Sensei?”

“Keep an eye on and protect Claude. I’ll handle the shadow.”

With that, Byleth stepped forward and raised her hand as the glowing tarot card appeared and was quickly crushed.

“COME! SOTHIS!”

[jui-imouto-chan]

Birthday fic for @anxiety-incarnated !

This is a crossover between Mob Psycho 100 and Detroit: Become Human, with no pairings, and a return to my weeb-y fanfic phase. ✌🏾☺️ Wish me luck lmao!

••••

It wasn’t difficult to find the criminals. Fleeing to Japan wasn’t entirely intelligent, as they went under their actual, legal passports, and their demeanors raised red flags with the airport security already. Unfortunately, with the influx of people traveling as the holidays approached, they were too busy to give them enough attention.

Connor knew that the Japanese government had already dealt with the deviancy situation long before the US, as their androids were very slightly more advanced and personable, and their people had a higher degree of attachment to their robotic companions and counterparts. As such, it was incredibly easy to get into the country and have the financial support and resources provided to him by the police force.

His search wasn’t particularly long or perilous, and he eventually tracked the thirium dealers to Salt City. The town wasn’t too special, nothing out of the ordinary, but not so normal that it felt suspicious.

Or so he’d thought.

“Sir,” he addressed the blonde man in front of him, whose arm remained outstretched and facial features comically tense, “why are you throwing—“ Connor licked his lips, “—salt at me?”

Behind the man stood both of Connor’s criminals, followed by a small boy with a bowl of black hair and the blankest poker face Connor’d ever seen since his days prior to deviancy.

The man—easily identified as Reigen Arataka—said something unintelligible, then asked the men behind him if Connor was “the spirit that’s been chasing [them],” to Connor’s amusement and mild befuddlement.

How had these men eluded him so long? They contacted a psychic to discredit him, of all things! Hank would likely be laughing at him mockingly if he were here, so, despite Connor’s chagrin, there was a silver lining.

“Sorry to disappoint, sir, but I am not a spirit of any sort. I’m an android sent by the Detroit Police Department in the United States to capture the drug dealers Kyo Tsuzuki and Haru Tomoeda—your clients.” Connor clarified, watching Reigen process the information. The blonde man’s eyes flicked back to the black-haired boy, who nodded very slightly, and the man quickly grabbed at the two criminals, hauling them in front of himself.

Connor seized their wrists and handcuffed them without a moment’s hesitation, smiling at Reigen in thanks.

With a blink of his LED, the police arrived at the scene in less than ten minutes, collecting the criminals and telling Connor about his accommodations before his flight back to the US.

Eventually, he, Reigen, and the boy stood alone on the road.

“So, America, huh? You’re an android, aren’t you?—It must be nice to finally get some respect.”

The brunet smiled thinly, thinking back on how everything went for a moment. His heart ached for those they’d lost, both at his hands and the soldiers’. “I suppose.”

Glancing away from Reigen, Connor suddenly noticed the kid—Shigeo Kageyama—staring at him rather intently.

“Shishou,” he said, bringing an arm up to point near Connor’s head, “There’s a spirit there.”

Reigen looked to him unwaveringly. “There? Is it evil, Mob?”

Shigeo took a moment to think about it, but ultimately shook his head. “It’s... kind, gentle. Lost. ...It’s a child.”

Connor bit his inner lip. The only potential spirit of a child that he could think of was...

—Who was he kidding? Perceived “spirits” were often the product of human ideation of post-mortem existence combined with overactive imagination and, more frequently, desire to monetize paranoia.

Connor shrugged it off, sure that these two would con him into buying something to “ward it off”.

Reigen pursed his lips. By the raise in his stress levels, Connor could tell that the words deeply saddened him. Shigeo, too, held a look and indication of sorrow.

“Do you know what it wants?” Connor inquired, only to humor them. Perhaps if he’d get that sadness out of them, he’d feel more at ease and could leave.

Shigeo glanced to the air at his side. His eyes followed an invisible trail across the air until it reached exactly where he’d been fixating previously. Finally, he responded, “It wants to possess you. Only for a moment.”

The unease in Connor stirred once more, but he ignored it, ready to play up his ‘possession’ to entertain the middle schooler. “Tell it to do as it wishes.”

Shigeo relayed that to the air, and Connor readied his joints for over-exaggerated shimmying and jittering, only to feel a wash of ice in his artificial veins, shudders locking up his body.

He could feel something jostling around his programs, messing with his electric pulses for a moment and making him spasm for only a second. Curiousity resonated in his mind as whatever it was—the spirit?—wandered about his code and prodded at his systems.

And then, with a fizzle of noise across his vision, Connor could vaguely register the feeling of another something inhabiting his body.

“Are you okay?” Shigeo didn’t seem extremely concerned, seemingly just seeking assurance from Connor about whether or not he was right about the spirit. Connor hesitated on his answer.

It was at that moment that Connor noticed the ugly green object hovering near him.

“Wh-What the hell is that montrosity?”

The object turned its oddly-formed body around to show a face, which was contorted into a sleezy smirk. “Hey, Reigen’s not that bad.” It chuckled.

“Dimple, that’s mean.”

Connor blinked, CPU stalling. “No, I was talking about you. Rei—Arataka...-san is fine; he’s even objectively attractive.”

The blonde grinned at the blob in condescension, though Connor was still quite uncomprehending of anything at that moment, so he didn’t even really notice.

Shigeo pointed at the pear-orb-ghost thing. “That’s Dimple, don’t mind him. He’s not nice to anyone, really, so don’t take anything he says personally.”

“Oi!”

Connor nodded mechanically, tuning out the bickering that broke out between the three others around him.

Though he was trying to rein himself in, the little spirit possessing him fluttered around his mind palace, causing his tensions to rise further. His stress was significantly high, to his ire.

The spirit likely found his memory banks, sifting through them, until an image of Hank came into his HUD. Connor felt a longing pulling on him, and he shook his head, not wanting to believe his initial suspicions about the supernatural entity could be true.

‘Dad....’

Connor’s LED was a searing red. Upon catching sight of it, the other three exchanged looks.

Reigen procured a business card from the inner pocket of his suit, passing it to Connor carefully. “If you need help with that spirit, give me a call.”

Connor nodded slowly.

More importantly, however, he’d need a call with Hank. How he’d explain, he’d no clue, but he needed to—or maybe that was the ghost talking, who knew?

Regardless, as Connor watched the three walk away, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of town he’d gotten himself into.

••••

It feels bad >^<, I wanted to write it well but it doesn’t feel like it’s good enough, and I even took so long to write it that the day is over 😭😭

[ecto-american]

Web of Stories

Written for @wolfsongroar as a winner for this! I hope it’s to your liking! Also on AO3!

Due to the massive Spiderverse spoilers this phic contains, I’m posting it on my DP sideblog so that the readmore should properly work and not autoload for mobile on danphan because tumblr functions as a website. The spoilers begin IMMEDIATELY, and so the entire phic is under the Read More cut.

Miles meets a fellow superhero during the dimensional crossover who, while he doesn’t hold the Spiderman title, understands him all too deeply: Danny Phantom.

Dear Uncle Aaron,

I gotta do something, and I don’t know if I can do it. I’m scared, man. I’m just tired of letting everybody down. You’re the only one I can talk to. I just wish you were here.

Miles sighed heavily as he stared at his own words. A million thoughts were running through his head, and he bit his lip. He put the pen to the paper, prepared to continue writing. He paused, and he listened.

Footsteps, faint but clear, on the fire escape. He looked up, a smile pulling at his lips as relief washed over him. Uncle Aaron was home. Miles prepared to rip the note out of the paper, to toss it away when he paused. The figure came to the window, and clawed hands slipped through the crack of the window, grasping it and pushing it up.

The Prowler stepped into the seemingly empty room. He paused, scanning carefully. Seeing nothing. Footsteps slowly creaked through the small apartment, and Miles shifted to press himself to the back of his TV. His fingers quickly went up and jerked his mask down. He could feel the footsteps, the weight of heavy boots as they came closer.

A swift motion and the Prowler was glaring hard at nothing. Miles stared up with wide, worried eyes staring into the oblivious, but suspicious glare of his enemy. A ring filled the apartment, and the Prowler put a hand to his ear.

“Hello, Mr. Frisk. I’ve got the security tapes from the tunnel right here, I’ll find him.” The Prowler’s voice send shivers down Miles’s spine as the man stood up straight. He pulled his mask off, and it froze the young Spiderman still. “You know me, sir. I don’t ever quit.”

Miles didn’t stay frozen for long. It took everything to not begin audibly hyperventilate. He could feel his mask pressing against his lips and blowing out as he began to breath hard and fast. This...this wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Miles began to slowly crawl backwards as his uncle, no, the Prowler. No...Uncle Aaron was focusing on his conversation. He turned his back to him, and Miles took this chance to scramble to his feet and leave through the window.

Aaron froze and quickly turned to see the blur of the window half-closing. His eyes narrowed, and he pulled his mask back on.

Miles half-slipped as he turned the sharp corner of the alleyway, mind racing faster than his legs but somehow the thought process had come to a shrieking halt. Bursting out of the alleyway, his feet skidded as he bumped into a car. He pushed himself from the car, and he ran. Down the street, barely avoiding people, trees, newspaper stands.

An engine roared, revving. He ran past an alley, glancing into it. His eyes widened, and he forced shaky legs to go an extra boost. The Prowler burst from the alley on a bike. Oh no. Oh no, oh no oh no oh no oh no. He couldn’t outrun a bike!

Miles huffed as he pushed himself. Please, please. Just go. Work! Anything! He desperately wiggled his wrists in attempt to get his web slinger to work. Nothing. Now would be the best time for anything, for something, to work!

He grabbed onto a lamp-post, intending to use it to swing around. His body jerked hard. Panic flowed through him as he desperately tried to pry his hand off. He grabbed the pole with his other hand. Bad move. Miles was completely stuck, and he put his feet on the pole, hurriedly thrashing around like a trapped animal. WHEN I SAID ANYTHING WORK I DIDN’T MEAN THE STICKY! His eyes stung with scared tears.

A hand grabbed the back of his costumed shirt, grasping it tightly. It pulled, and Miles’s eyes widened. His hands broke free from the lamp post, just in time for the Prowler to grab at him. Or rather, attempt.

Despite the mask, Miles could see the absolute shock on Uncle Aaron’s face as his claw went completely through him with no damage. Their eyes locked, and Miles felt sick. He loved surprising his uncle. He loved the fear of surprise and shock, and he always tried to make a habit out of it. But now…

The Prowler’s shock soon disappeared, and both hands were put on his bike. He revved his engine, and began to continue the chase.

His rescuer seemed to swing with the most grace Miles had felt thus far. He tried to glance back, but only saw black and white mixing in with the dark night sky, and highlights of the city’s lights on the form. His eyes focused back to his uncle, only for his view to change as his savior turned.

Miles was shifted to lay against somebody, looking up, and the grasp on his back had quickly moved to wrap a protective arm around his waist. He knew that they were not swinging. They were flying. And for the shortest of time, he was taken aback just how wonderful his city looked at this angle.

Life seemed to move in slow motion. The lights took a distorted, long exposure view. A beautiful mix of pinks and yellows, bright reds and blues, hints of green and purple creating an explosion of color that he had seen so many times, but had never experienced like this. It took his breath away.

A small explosion broke his gaze, and he craned his neck to look at the streets just in time. The Prowler’s motorcycle had a burst tire, green smoke coming from it. He was stranded to a halt, and he was staring intently up at the pair. Uncle Aaron was ignoring traffic, as he always did. Miles always remembered his dad grabbing his uncle and preventing him from just freely jaywalking across New York streets.

He had no clue how to feel anymore.

His rescuer soon took him to an alleyway, setting him down. Miles immediately took a step forward. He looked at his rescuer properly for the first time as he tried to collect himself. He was a white haired teen with glowing green eyes, in a spandex suit. He had a symbol on his chest. Miles squinted at him as he tried to focus, but his spider sense didn’t go off. The other stared back at him, squinting slightly.

“You’re...you’re a superhero,” Miles noted, his voice a bit quiet and confused. “But...you’re not a Spiderperson?” Miles leaned back a bit, motioning to the other up and down. “You look so much like one of us, but...I’m not sensing…?” Miles closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head as he tried to collect his thoughts. Uncle Aaron, the Prowler, Spiderman, Peter B. Parker. “Wh-who are you?” The teen gave a half-smile at him.

“Alright, let’s start at the beginning, one last time. My name is Danny Phantom.”

A title card comes to the screen, stylized like a comic book. The title reads “Along Came A Spider”, and the subcaption “A web of stories come together!” Danny and Miles are side by side, swinging towards the camera, Miles in his current kiddie costume, and Danny as Fenton in the white suit with black details. Danny is using ecto construct as a makeshift web slinging, his “web” green and glowing. In the background is the looming shadow of Fisk.

“I stepped into my parents’ ghost portal, and the shock turned me into a half-ghost.”

A black haired Danny Fenton stood within the outline of his parents’ portal. His hand brushed against the on button, and an explosion of color flashed as the shock turned the familiar white haired, green eyed hero.

“And for the last two years, I thought I was the one and only hero. I regularly save Amity Park, my hometown, from ghosts. Then I saved my hometown from the Ghost King.”

Danny, in his normal ghost form, is seen chasing ghosts and hunting them down, sucking them into his thermos. A suited up Danny punched Pariah Dark. A duplicated grabbed the Ghost King, pushing him into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, his duplicate shutting it closed. The scene flashed to Amity Park, previously surrounded by the glowing green swirls of the Ghost Zone, flicking back to it’s normal spot on the American map.

“I regularly dodge the Guys in White, my parents, and foil my arch enemy’s plot. My arch enemy is my dad’s, quote unquote, best friend. He’s also a halfa, but he’s terrible. Morally, I mean. The dude wants to date my mom.”

Danny is zooming down the streets of Amity, dodging blasts from Guys in White. They are weaving in and out of traffic on motorbike styled vehicles. Scene flashes to Danny with his eyes wide, hands up in surrender as his mom shoves an ectogun against his nose. Before she can pull the trigger, he quickly smacks the gun from her hand and phases through the floor. Another flash, and Danny is seen shoving his thermos into an invention of Vlad’s causing steam to rise from it and the large machine to shake and burst at a weak spot. Vlad is coming from his behind, ready to pounce when Danny turns at the last second to send him to the floor with a zap of the Plasmius Maximus. Vlad hits the floor, turning human in a daze. A flash, and Vlad is seen trying to put his arm around Maddie. She glares at him, shrugging him off. Danny is in the background, crossing his arms and narrowing glowing green eyes.

“I was doing the normal, ya know, running from my ex-girlfriend, when this weird thing happened. A portal opened up. I’m used to portals, but this one...it was different.”

Danny Phantom zooms close to the ground of the park, dodging trees or simply phasing through them. His pursuer, the Red Huntress, is hot on his tail, shooting at him with an ecto gun. Danny turned onto his back, firing up a ghost ray to shoot at her board. He just needs to slow her down.

A portal opened up underneath him, causing him to stop so fast he, quite literally, did a flip before he was pulled in. He tries hard to grasp the side, but is ultimately sucked in. The Red Huntress flies past him, but screeches to a halt and attempts to go back to investigate the area. Danny is flung through a kaleidoscope of bright colors. This definitely wasn’t the cold green color palette of the Ghost Zone.

He’s spit out in New York. He does a few flips in the air, but manages to catch and steady himself. Danny looks up, and his eyes widen.

“I was in...New York. Which, admittedly, isn’t too weird. But I saw the headlines.”

BREAKING NEWS: NEW YORK’S HERO, SPIDER-MAN, FOUND DEAD AT 26.

Danny stares up in disbelief.

“Spiderman isn’t real where I’m from. He’s fiction. A comic book hero. I knew this had to be an alternate dimension where he...not only existed but he’s...He was always my favorite hero, ya know.”

Danny, now as Fenton, is standing in front of a newspaper stand. He phases his hand through the box, taking out a newspaper. The front page was entirely devoted to the passing of grad student Peter Parker. He clutches it tightly.

“Out of every superhero comic I’ve ever read...out of all of them...I always related to him the most...I may not have been doing the superhero thing for very long, but I knew that whatever killed him had to...had to have brought me here. That wasn’t the kind of portal I’m used to.”

Miles stared at the white-haired teenager with wide eyes.

“I...I thought the collider only brought Spiderpeople here,” Miles said slowly. “If you’re here...how many heroes are in New York?”

“Hey, let’s not worry about that right now,” Danny told him, and he reached out to put a hand on the dude’s shoulder. Miles glanced up at him. “Are you okay?”

“I-I, yeah. I’m cool, man. T-thanks for-for saving me,” Miles replied, and he brushed off the other teen’s touch. He turned towards the street, taking a few steps from the other. Danny stared at him, studying him.

“Dude, I know that look,” he lightly accused. “Who was chas-IOPAIGDSFYH.”

Miles turned on his feel to see Danny on the ground. He was jerking hard as he glitched, curled up in a ball with distorted yells. Miles immediately rushed back, hovering anxiously over him. After a moment, he stopped, and Danny was left panting hard on the floor with wide eyes. He was clutching his side, staring upwards before looking to Miles. Miles bit his inner cheek as he offered a hand to Danny. The half-ghost laid motionless for a moment before accepting his hand. Miles pulled him up, squeezing his hand hard as the other stood on shaky legs.

“Look, you gotta come with me,” Miles said. “You’re going to die if you stay here. Come with me, I can get you home.” Danny squeezed his hand in return before they both let go. They both automatically briefly fist-bumped.

“Thanks. So who are you? You seem to know a lot about what’s going on.”

“My name’s Miles Morales,” Miles introduced himself. “I…” He cut himself off as he thought. His gut twisted up. “I’m…” Danny leaned in a bit.

“You mentioned a spider sense,” Dany told him. Miles snapped his attention to him, wide eyed.

“I never told you about my spider sense!” he cried out. Danny snapped his fingers before giving him a finger gun.

“You did just now,” he grinned. Miles’s face fell hard, and he began to play with the hems of the cuffs on his costume. Danny’s grin quickly turned into a sympathetic grin. “Dude. It’s chill. You’re new to this, aren’t you?” Miles swallowed a hard lump in his throat. Was it that obvious?

“I’m...I’m supposed to be Spiderman,” he began, and his breath hitched. “But I’m...I can’t...I’m so sticky.”

“I...I don’t know what that means,” Danny admitted, giving him a bit of an odd stare. “But, uh, let’s get going. Where is this collider?”

“We need to get the other Spiderpeople,” Miles explained. He shoved his hands into his pocket, and he jerked his head for Danny to follow him. Danny shifted to begin walking next to him.

“Aren’t you worried about your mask?” Danny questioned. Miles smiled, despite knowing his fellow he-his fellow teen couldn’t see. “Like, standing out as Spiderman.”

“I don’t think I have to worry much about it,” he said, and he lifted a hand to motion to New York. There were plenty of people also wearing Spiderman gear in memory of the fallen hero. The true hero of New York. Danny just nodded, and he began to walk alongside Miles. “So, Danny, right? I can’t help but notice that you’re still in costume. And you don’t have a mask.” Danny grinned.

“Yeah, I don’t think I exist here,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “So I’m not worried walking around as Phantom. It actually makes it kind of easier, cause I can better tolerate the cold better like this.”

“And the lack of mask?” Miles questioned. Danny shrugged.

“My hair and eyes are different like this. And it’s been working for me so far. I mean, my own parents have pointed a gun in Danny Phantom’s face before, and neither one have caught on,” Danny replied. He must have noticed Miles’s wide eyes, and to his light horror, Danny just laughed.

“Your-your parents? They’ve pointed a gun at you!?” Miles choked out.

“Just an ecto-gun,” said the teen, as if that made it any better. “They’re ghost hunters. I’m a ghost. That’s what they do.”

“And it doesn’t hurt you?” Miles spoke only just loud enough for Danny to hear. “That your family...wants to...to kill you?”

“Can’t kill what’s already dead,” Danny joked, grinning. Miles didn’t see the humor in it, and Danny’s grin dropped as he sighed. “I mean, it’s not like they know it’s me. Ultimately, I know they love me. I’m their son. No matter what, they will always love me. I know they’ll accept me.”

“How do you know that?” Miles questioned. He stopped at a crosswalk amongst a crowd. Nobody paid any mind to the odd duo.

“Due to timeline stuff, let’s just say that I’ve been revealed before, and they’ve accepted me. I know that they will always love me,” Danny replied. He sounded so...confident. Miles envied him.

“...” Miles looked at the ground, the slush and the reflections of his city in the half-melted snow. His throat tightened as he tried to find the words. “That man who was chasing me...The Prowler...that was my uncle.” He stole a glance at Danny, who looked sympathetic to him. Miles returned his attention to the water. It rippled, the beautiful lights breaking, as a car broke the puddle’s surface.

“...I’m sorry, man.” Miles felt Danny’s hand pat his shoulder comfortingly, giving it a light squeeze. “Does he know?” Miles shook his head.

“No,” he choked out. He could see, despite the water rippling, that they were allowed to pass. Danny let go of him, and they continued. “But...man, we’re so close. I just...I looked up to him. So much, and I just...he wants to kill me, and I…”

“You guys hang out often?” Danny interrupted his thoughts with an unexpected question.

“All the time,” Miles felt an unexpected lightness and warmth. “Uncle Aaron and I are artists. He helps me throw up my art all the time. He always finds the best spots for me to display it.” A gut punch as flashes of all the spots came to mind. Now…oh god...that’s…That’s why Uncle Aaron always knew…

“He’ll love you no matter what,” Danny told him. Miles snapped his gaze to him. How could Danny sound so confident and assure of what he was saying. “Trust me.”

“He wants to kill me,” Miles tried to protest. “It’s, it’s his literal job-” Danny cut him off.

“Miles, trust me. This is coming from somebody whose parents hunt him.” Danny stopped, and Miles did too. People passed them, completely oblivious. “The only reason I haven’t told my parents is because I can’t have them worry for me like this. My sister knows though. But my parents knowing would also limit what I can do. But at the end of the day? I know once I turn human in front of them, they will never hunt Phantom again and that they will instantly love him. Because Phantom is Fenton, and Fenton is, and will always be, their family.” Miles felt anxiety rush through him at the idea of coming clean.

“But it’s not just my uncle! My dad,” Miles spoke up, his voice choking. “He thinks Spiderman’s a menace! He’s a cop. He wants to arrest Spiderman, which is still like, a thousand times better than my uncle wanting to kill Spiderman.” Danny chuckled.

“Miles, I swear to you. If you ever chose to expose your secret to your family, they will instantly love Spiderman. Because Spiderman is Miles Morales, and Miles Morales is their son and nephew.” Miles felt his eyes watering up. It felt so weird to hear that he was Spiderman, especially spoken so confidently by a hero. “Above all, you were family before Spiderman.”

He felt a strange surge of comfort and confidence, and he took a deep breath. Danny smiled at him.

“Come on, man. Let’s go get everybody home. I’m actually really curious to meet all these Spiderpeople you keep talking about,” he told him. Miles gave a smile.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Miles began to take a step. Danny put a hand on his chest to stop him. He raised an eyebrow at the half-ghost. Danny’s eyes were sparkling.

“Dude. Let’s take the scenic route. I know Spiderman can’t fly, and we just went for a bit of a flight, but...wanna go again?”

Miles broke out into a grin, his own eyes sparkling excitedly as he nodded eagerly.