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#1 Draft v3 - Out Of Choice, But Not Out Of Reach - The Ones We Trust

They’re at the Nasty Burger when Jazz approaches them:

— Have you guys seen Danny? — Jazz asks, she picks at her nails, scraping up the dirt underneath them, — I haven’t seen him since yesterday and he isn’t picking up his phone.

Sam and Tucker exchange a look, one that immediately tells Jazz she’s not going to like the answer to her question. 

— We… we talked to him yesterday, — Sam starts — but we haven't heard from him since he went home.

— …He wasn't home yesterday.

Sam and Tucker look at each other again, and a feeling of dread fills the air.

— Yesterday Danny asked us a question, — Tucker starts, while seeming to fight a lump in his throat — he asked us where we would look for him if he ran away.

— We thought he was joking or thinking of the distant future… so we didn't really pay it any mind, — there’s a moment of silence before Sam continues — Maybe we should have pushed for a sleepover…

— It's… it's not your fault, — Jazz's eyes are moist, blinking rapidly — we just have to find him. Did he say where he thought he might go? Or anything that might clue us to where he is going?

— Not really… but we should start searching the city, maybe he just hid in some of his usual haunts..?

— Yeah, maybe. Let’s split up and see if we can find him…

...

Danny wasn’t anywhere they could think of, they searched the clearing in the park, the observatory, they checked the empty apartments around town, Casper High, and even the city sign, but there was no trace of the ghost boy in Amity Park.

— What do we do? He isn’t anywhere! — Tucker says, exasperated after hours of searching.

— Do you think any of the ghosts know anything? — Sam asks — He’s been on good terms with most of them recently, even if they keep bothering him.

— I don’t know, Sam… Do you really think it’s a good idea? — Jazz inquiries.

— It’s better than not trying everything we can! We need to exhaust our options before freaking out, or Ancients forbid, giving up!

— I mean, she has a point — Tucker complements — Johnny and Kitty mostly just hang around and don’t cause too much trouble unprompted, we could at least talk to them, right?

— Right… yeah, okay. ...

It wasn’t too hard to find Johnny and Kitty, with them mostly sticking to the spots most people use for dates in the small city – this time it seemed they were having a relaxing evening in the park. Both seemed a bit on edge as the group approached, but as soon as they noticed their worried expressions the tense posture fell slightly.

— The kid? Haven't seen ‘im. Have you, Kitten?

— Not really, — Kitty turns towards the group — Danny’s been leaving us alone, mostly. Stopped crashing our dates a while ago.

— Somethin’ happen to the punk?

— We don't know! Yesterday he was fine, then he started talking about running away and now we can't find him! — Sam exclaims, miffed, but underlined with concern.

— Have you checked that weird basement of yours? Not to be a pessimist, but you know I know aaaall about bad luck.

— Oh shut up, Johnny! Stop terrorizing the kids!

— What! You know it’s a possibility, baby!

An uncomfortable and awkward silence is all that is left after that, seconds that seem to go on longer than minutes, the atmosphere heavy with concern. Kitty pinches the bridge of her nose and mimics a deep sigh before speaking.

— Look, before you go all crazy freaking out over Danny you should talk to Ember, if she hasn’t seen him she can at least ask her dumb obnoxious boyfriend about it. Like it or not he is a good hunter and is more likely to be able to find him than we are.

— Do you have any idea where we can find her? — Sam asks

— Prolly near the mall, she has been talking about a mini concert there all week. We were supposed to go there as a date, but Shadow got barred, and Johnny is a big baby and can’t go anywhere without it.

— Hey babe, you know that I’m powerless without Shadow!

— We were going to Ember’s concert! Worst threat there would be her! Or the punk, but apparently he’s m.i.a.! 

— Oooookay. Thanks… We uhh- we should get going. Good luck with that!

— Yeah, yeah, tell us if ya find ‘im!

The group starts heading towards Jazz’s car, escaping the arguing couple.

— “Near the mall” is a bit vague, isn’t it? So! Ember does her shows at parking lots a lot, right?

— How would I know? 

— Thought you were Ember’s #1 fan, my bad.

— That was one week! You enjoy a creator for one week, suddenly it’s years later and you can’t escape the poor choices you made under mind control!

— Oh please, Tucker, you weren’t even under mind control when you sang at her concert.

— Guys, focus, we’re looking for Danny, bicker all you want but please help me find my brother and your best friend.

— Right, sorry. Yeah, Ember does a lot of shows in parking lots, since she’s not in it for the money – most of her shows are free, minus the large scale ones because of the renting of the spaces.

— So, to the mall we go! ...

Arriving there, they find Ember and her band setting up their van and checking their equipment.

— Hey, uh, Ember? Have you seen Danny? Johnny and Kitty said you might know where he is.

— Babypop? Haven’t seen ‘im, he okay? — Ember stops messing with her guitar and makes a hand gesture at the band that she’ll be away for a second, leading the group away from her set up.

— We don’t know, he just up and vanished after yesterday.

— What happened yesterday?

— Only the Box Ghost as far as we know, but he was acting a bit weird.

— Kept asking where we’d look for him if he disappeared.

— Then he went home after a bit, but apparently he never made it there, ‘cause Jazz says she hasn’t seen him at all.

— Don’t- don’t ask about the basement. My parents were out and about this morning, so it’s safe to say they haven’t made any “discoveries”.

— Damn, ya punks look really rough, — Ember stops and seems to consider her option for a second, — Tell you what: go to the GZ and ask Skulker if he had any plans of hunting the punk today, if not, then he doesn’t have ‘im and has no idea where he is, if he agrees then you either start worrying or you just got lucky and you have a way of tracking him.

— Thank you… so much, Ember.

— It’s nothing, when you find him do tell him he owes me a nice venue tho!

— Will do!

— She does seem chill when she isn’t mind controlling an entire generation from the town, — Sam says to the group.

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new fic just dropped

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope’s Peak High School Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito the sdr2 cast can’t figure out what to do with themselves, after all, three contradicting version of themselves simultaneously exist at the same moment in the same place how can they move on?

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Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:

Hajime is Ladybug and Nagito is Chat Noir, what could go wrong?

“‘Finally, after months of begging i transferred to Chiaki’s school… now that i think about it… do i even know anyone else there-? I guess it doesn’t really matter, Chiaki likes them so they’re probably not that bad’

I keep walking, class is almost starting and i DO NOT want to be late. As i arrive at the stairs i see someone walking down. They were wearing black pants, a white t-shirt and weird a green jacket. Starting to climb up i position myself parallel to him, don’t want to run into anyone on my first day. 

That somehow doesn’t work because eh comes crashing into me a few seconds later.

“What the hell-!” i said as i noticed we rolled all the way down the stairs.“

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#1 Draft v2 - Out Of Reach Choice, But Not Out Of Reach - Those We Leave Behind: The Ones We Trust

They’re at the Nasty Burger when Jazz approaches them:

— Have you guys seen Danny? — Jazz asks, she picks at her nails, scraping up the dirt underneath them, — I haven’t seen him since yesterday and he isn’t picking up his phone.

Sam and Tucker exchange a look, one that immediately tells Jazz she’s not going to like the answer to her question. 

— We… we talked to him yesterday, — Sam starts — but we haven't heard from him since he went home.

— …He wasn't home yesterday.

Sam and Tucker look at each other again, and a feeling of dread fills the air.

— Yesterday Danny asked us a question, — Tucker starts, while seeming to fight a lump in his throat — he asked us where we would look for him if he ran away.

— We thought he was joking or thinking of the distant future… so we didn't really pay it any mind, — there’s a moment of silence before Sam continues — Maybe we should have pushed for a sleepover…

— It's… it's not your fault, — Jazz's eyes are moist, blinking rapidly — we just have to find him. Did he say where he thought he might go? Or anything that might clue us to where he is going?

— Not really… but we should start searching the city, maybe he just hid in some of his usual haunts..?

— Yeah, maybe. Let’s split up and see if we can find him…

...

Danny wasn’t anywhere they could think of, they searched the clearing in the park, the observatory, they checked the empty apartments around town, Casper High, and even the city sign, but there was no trace of the ghost boy in Amity Park.

— What do we do? He isn’t anywhere! — Tucker says, exasperated after hours of searching.

— Do you think any of the ghosts know anything? — Sam asks — He’s been on good terms with most of them recently, even if they keep bothering him.

— I don’t know, Sam… Do you really think it’s a good idea? — Jazz inquiries.

— It’s better than not trying everything we can! We need to exhaust our options before freaking out, or Ancients forbid, giving up!

— I mean, she has a point — Tucker complements — Johnny and Kitty mostly just hang around and don’t cause too much trouble unprompted, we could at least talk to them, right?

— Right… yeah, okay.

...

It wasn’t too hard to find Johnny and Kitty, with them mostly sticking to the spots most people use for dates in the small city – this time it seemed they were having a relaxing evening in the park. Both seemed a bit on edge as the group approached, but as soon as they noticed their worried expressions the tense posture fell slightly.

— The kid? Haven't seen ‘im. Have you, Kitten?

— Not really, — Kitty turns towards the group — Danny’s been leaving us alone, mostly. Stopped crashing our dates a while ago.

— Somethin’ happen to the punk?

— We don't know, yesterday he was fine, then he started talking about running away and now we can't find him! — Sam exclaims, miffed, but underlined with concern.

— Have you checked that weird basement of yours? Not to be a pessimist, but you know I know all about bad luck.

— Oh shut up, Johnny! Stop terrorizing the kids!

— What! You know it’s a possibility, baby!

An uncomfortable and awkward silence is all that is left after that, seconds that seem to go on longer than minutes, the atmosphere heavy with concern. Kitty pinches the bridge of her nose and mimics a deep sigh before speaking.

— Look, before you go all crazy freaking out over Danny you should talk to Ember, if she hasn’t seen him she can at least ask her dumb obnoxious boyfriend about it. Like it or not he is a good hunter and is more likely to be able to find him than we are.

— Thanks… We uhh- we should get going.

— Tell us if ya find ‘im!

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Drafts/Wips

Danganronpa

Danny Phantom/DCxDP

Out Of Choice, But Not Out Of Reach

#1 v1, #1 v2, #1 v3,

Miraculous

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#1 Draft - Out Of Choice, But Not Out Of Reach - Whom We Trust

— Have you guys seen Danny? — Jazz asks, she picks at her nails, scraping up the dirt underneath them, — I haven’t seen him since yesterday and he isn’t picking up his phone.

Sam and Tucker exchange a look, one that immediately tells Jazz she’s not going to like the answer to her question. 

— We… we talked to him yesterday, — Sam starts — but we haven't heard from him since he went home.

— …He wasn't home yesterday.

Sam and Tucker look at each other again, and a feeling of dread fills the air.

— Yesterday Danny asked us a question, — Tucker begins saying, seeming to fight a lump in his throat — he asked us where we would look for him if he ran away.

— We thought we were joking or thinking of the distant future… so we didn't really pay it any mind.

— Maybe we should have pushed for a sleepover at least…

— It's… it's not your fault, — Jazz's eyes are moist, fighting against tears — we just have to find him. Did he say where he thought he might go? Or anything that might clue us to where he is going?

— Not really… but we should start searching the city, maybe he just hid in some of his usual haunts..?

— Yeah, maybe. Let’s split up and see if he can find him…

Danny wasn’t anywhere they could think of, they searched the clearing in the park, the observatory, they checked the empty apartments around town, Casper High, and even the city sign, but there was no trace of the ghost boy in Amity Park.

— What do we do? He isn’t anywhere! — Tucker says, exasperated after the hours of searching.

— Do you think any of the ghosts know anything? — Sam asks — He’s been on good terms with most of them recently, even if they keep bothering him.

— I don’t know, Sam… Do you really think it’s a good idea? — Jazz inquiries.

— It’s better than not trying everything we can! We need to exhaust our options before freaking out, or Ancients forbid, giving up!

— I mean, she has a point — Tucker says 

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now it's what's gonna happen for the rest of the chapter that i haven't properly written out yet:

they talk to johnny and kitty

they talk to ember

they talk to skulker

this leads to absolutely nothing

they each go home and gather stuff so that they can fuck off to find danny

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the first part of those we leave behind (pt2 of out of choice, but not out of reach) will be called whom we trust and it's extremely dialogue heavy at first

tbh i'm just gonna start posting whatever i write and then editing stuff out/in as i go

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tbh i'm just gonna start posting whatever i write and then editing stuff out/in as i go

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DCXDP fics/prompts:

Demon Twins AU:

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Inevitabilities And Such Unfortunate Things

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Out Of Choice, But Not Out Of Reach - #1 Inevitabilities And Such Unfortunate Things

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Sometimes your destiny is completely out of your hands – Danny Fenton couldn’t seem to find a way to avoid learning that lesson. First; when he was shot when Slade invaded the headquarters of the League, and subsequently his family, was using, while the fight between Slade and Grandfather was going on, he used the chaos to get to the Lazarus Pit before he bled out; a second time when he died in that godforsaken portal; the most prevalent one was definitely his first meeting with Clockwork, there he noticed that it doesn’t matter how hard you try, if it isn’t meant to be, someone will interfere. It doesn’t mean he won’t still do things as before, but now there’s forever the dread of knowing.

It’s been about a year since what he, Jazz, Sam and Tucker dubbed “The Dan Incident”, and Danny can't seem to stop thinking about it. Well, not really about Dan, no, but about Damian. He can’t stop thinking about how Dan likely ended up killing Damian – it’d be inevitable, and, considering the state the future he had been shown was in, he hoped Damian went early on, really, he also hoped it was quick, like he tried to do when he was in the League.

What really bothered Danny, though, was that he couldn’t help but wonder if staying with the Fentons even was a good idea at this point. Surely he has learned that misfortune would follow him anywhere he went, so why wait for the shoe to drop? Before the accident, he was relatively safe to live the rest of his life in Amity, sure, it was kind of a deadend, but it was tranquil, so he couldn’t really complain. Now, though? He was in constant danger inside and outside his house, being half dead meant no place with the living and no place with the dead. He should leave while he still can.

The League isn’t likely to spot him, considering it’s been years since his “death” and he probably looks different enough from Damian now… which is something he’ll have to think about later. And the threats of dissection (vivisection?) by his parents keep increasing – he doesn’t want to fuck around and find out.

So, the League is probably not an issue anymore, staying seems to get more dangerous each day and he’s pretty sure most ghosts only come to Amity to fight him.

Nevertheless, running away also came with a plethora of problems, for one: leaving Jazz and his friends. When he got adopted into the Fenton household he tried not to get attached to anyone. He couldn’t keep that up for long, as a touch starved 9 year old that came from a violent background and got thrown into a very loving family. First, he got attached to his parents, then Jazz, Tucker, and finally, Sam. He doesn’t regret it, not one bit, but it might make this choice hard to make – since the easiest way to run away would be to fake his death and forgo any contact with everyone from his old life. Maybe they’d know he wasn’t (fully) dead, maybe they’d just be extremely miserable, he wouldn't know. 

Another issue is that he’s the current Ghost King, and oh boy doesn’t that complicate things? He keeps getting more powerful, which means keeping his cover is getting harder – an unsettling and overpowering aura surrounds him now, and sure, it reacts to other people’s emotions as well as his own, which in theory should make it easier to hide, since everyone in Amity seems to have differing opinions on his two  personas, but the fact that his aura is big enough that others take notice is concerning enough on its own; he’s control over his abilities needs to be impeccable or he risks getting found out; and he’s pretty sure some of his more ghostly traits are beginning to bleed over into his human form. He also needs stable access to a portal, since he needs to take at least two trips per month to the Ghost Zone so he can check over things with Clockwork and parade around to remind the citizens of the realm that he is their king; he can’t officially take over since he’s still alive, once he’s entirely dead he will, but for now the observants act as regents and that’s more than fine by him.

And third: he’s not really sure where he should go. You’d think Gotham would be his first option because of his father, but he has too much media presence, so Danny’d be brought to the spotlight. Does anyone in Amity care about Gotham? Not that he knows of. But it’d still be too big of a risk. Plus, Tucker really wants to work in Wayne Enterprises in the future, he’s sure that it’d become a problem in no time.

So… what to do? Money isn’t a problem, since he has access to all the treasure hoarded by Pariah Dark over the centuries, but that’s not all he has to consider. He needs some sort of safety net, that much is obvious, and since he won’t be able to count on his regular support system, he should fall back on his blood.

Maybe he could go to Blüdhaven? It’s close enough to Gotham that he can go there if he somehow needs to come into contact with someone from his biological family but not enough that he’d be immediately clocked… but then there’s Nightwing… as long as he doesn’t get  into any trouble it should be fine, right? It’s not like there’s a city without a hero nowadays… Urgh, nevermind, he’ll come back to these thoughts later, he’d rather not spend his rare moment of peace coming up with what to do after he fakes his death.

Sometimes fate decides that things should be ultimately out of your hands – but Damian Al Ghul Wayne fights with all his might to avoid such a thing becoming a rule in his life. When he came to live with his father, around 7 years ago, he held out hope that his twin had made it and would eventually return to his side. That never happened. And now Damian isn’t sure how to approach the topic of Danyal with his family, so he just… doesn’t. Even after all this time, it feels wrong to keep the memory of Danyal to himself, he should be celebrated, even if his death was premature and almost a decade has passed.

Danyal had died the same day as Grandfather, which is why his grief isn’t questioned –, even if the Bats are well aware of his distaste of his Grandfather’s actions, now that he’s recognized them for what they were. Damian isn’t sure if it’ll ever come to pass, because in quiet moments like this, he thinks of what could have been.

His twin was never needlessly violent, and his killings were virtually a mercy, compared to the others in the LoA, even himself. Maybe he would have adapted faster than Damian did, maybe he would have made a better Robin, maybe they would still wake up together and share little moments of quiet.

It’s all speculation, all it will ever be. They never found his body, but even now, years later, the image of his pierced chest is burned between the other twin’s eyes, it wasn’t likely to survive a wound like that, and even if he did, the bloodloss would’ve killed him regardless. But to a 9 year old, the what ifs often overshadow reality, which is why Damian had kept his hopes up, afterall, one of the many teachings of the League was that “if there isn’t a body then one should always consider the possibility of the victim having survived”. But now, at 16, he could see it for what it was, the foolishness of a child longing for what is gone – he’ll never admit it, but in the darkest, deepest and most hidden part of his heart, Damian still has a little bit of wonder, almost completely squashed, but a bit of hope of seeing his brother once again remains.

There’s no use for pondering at the moment, time doesn’t stop and soon one of his siblings will notice his absence at breakfast and come to pester him, thus he gets up and readies himself to face another hectic morning.

“If I were to go missing, where would you search for me first?” was not a question Tucker was ready for, like, at all, but especially at two in the afternoon on a saturday. Danny hadn’t been the same since that thing with Dan or whatever they had dubbed it, he didn’t change much, but he seemed to get lost in thought more frequently, and Tucker didn’t blame him! Really! But man, what went through his head was morbid at times, and he maybe shouldn’t voice those out of nowhere.

— Uhh I guess… your parent’s basement? — awkward silence fills the air, it’s the most obvious answer, but not a thing they normally consider outloud. A grimace crosses Danny’s face for a second.

— No, I mean, if I …ran away. — he says, and there’s some hesitancy. Obviously, there’s more to the question, but Tucker can’t for the life of him figure out what it could be.

— I’d guess Wisconsin, since it’s close by and you might be able to rely on Vlad if push comes to shove, but that is not likely at all, — Sam starts before coming to a slight pause to think. — Maybe Missouri?

— Why…?

— Cause it’s close by, it’s not like we’d let you get far before going after you. — she smirks and gives his arm a little punch.

—  I think we’d find Danny in Florida, actually, — Tucker chuckles before continuing — it’s the only place where he wouldn’t stand out.

— Oh, screw you. — He says before he lunges at Tucker.

Sam watches for a bit, the conversation got to her more than it did to Tucker. She decides that now isn’t the time to worry about it, she doesn’t think Danny would leave them behind without saying anything, not after all they’ve been through, but it did leave a sour taste in her mouth. To stop herself from spiraling down a rabbit hole, she jumps – literally jumps – into the struggle. 

That is how the three friends end up scratched all over, with dirt and grass stuck to their clothes and silly smiles on their faces, looking up at the sky as the clouds pass by. Moments like this used to be common, but with the chaos that is Amity Park nowadays a chance to just relax and joke around as friends seems more and more like a luxury.

Their peace is interrupted when Danny sighs, a defeated sigh that usually comes after his breath fogs – which means there is a ghost nearby. A shout ruptures the quiet and kills any hopes for the rest of their afternoon.

— BEWARE! I AM THE BOX GHOST!

— Alright, — he gets up and stretches. — Just wait for me, I’ll be back in a sec.

Sam and Tucker look at each other, worried glances on both ends – they didn’t even need to say anything. Things will never go back to the way they were before, that is something all three know intimately. Danny died. Everything they have witnessed is bound to leave some sort of mark as well. And there are the Fentons. Sam and Tucker knew Danny and Jazz loved their parents, but at this point it seemed inevitable that someday they’d turn on Danny, and it seems that even if he doesn’t talk about it, it’s also something he believes.

It feels unfair, Danny seemed to have come from a bad background and was settling into his own skin and fully letting his guard down for what felt like the first time before the accident. And wasn’t that heartbreaking? He’d adjusted to the life in Amity early on, but to actually enjoy himself? That took some 2-3 years, and to trust that he could always rely on the people around him? It had just started happening into the beginning of their ninth grade. Then the portal opened and he had to put some of those walls back up to protect himself, not just emotionally, but physically as well. Now, they’re in 11th grade, they should be looking for colleges and studying for entrance exams, but instead, Danny is thinking of running away.

They know how their friend thinks at this point, and it’s undeniable they’ll likely have to say goodbye soon.

Dealing with the Box Ghost wasn’t hard, but it sure was annoying. After the fight (if you could even call it that) ended he went back to Sam and Tuck, they laid on the grass for a while longer, ultimately, they got hungry and headed to the Nasty Burger and ate before parting ways.

Danny plops face first into his bed. Well… he could have approached that with more subtlety. Maybe it was his subconscious trying to get them to look for him, or something, to prepare them for his absence. That sounds too close to something Jazz would say…

He turns around, putting his arm on his forehead. His thoughts keep getting away from him, always back to Damian – would he have liked Amity Park? Probably not, if he was being honest with himself. He couldn’t even see himself liking it there when he arrived – in fact: He had hated it. The city was so calm it felt forced, the Fentons so loving it felt like a trap, the kids lacked any malice at all, everything screamed danger at him, like he was about to be ambushed. Nothing ever came to that, just a nice, cozy, little town. 

Well, until the portal opened, that is. 

He stops and just looks at his ceiling for a bit, the old glow in the dark stars already discolored and lacking any actual functionality, there was no reason for them to remain there but the attachment to what they used to be, kinda like him. There was no escaping his current reality. No escaping his need to desert this city, this family, this life. 

Danny sits up and looks around his room, which for the last few years had become his safe haven. He looks at the stained carpet, marked by his many sleepovers with Sam and Tuck, he looks at his ceiling fan, that was cracked from the time the trio had tried to recreate the solar system on it, he looks at his closet, his posters, his desk, everything that was proof of the life he had lived here.

He needs some water and something to eat before setting his plan up.

As he heads down the stairs to the first floor he hears his mother’s soft voice coming from the kitchen.

— Oh Jack, I’m so worried about Danny, — the phrase startles Danny, he turns invisible and intangible, floating a bit so as to not make any sound, — his ecto-contamination has only gotten worse over the years… how can we be sure he’s okay?

— Honey, I’m sure Danno is fine! He must be building up resistance!

— But what if… what if it’s fusing to him? What if there’s no reversing this? — His mom is chewing on her lower lip, clearly distressed. 

At the sight, his dad softens up and hugs her, his voice comforting as he speaks, — We’ll make sure he’s fine, Maddie. We might not know what happened, but we know each other and we know what we’re doing, we’re experts in our field. 

Danny can’t stay there anymore, they know he has ecto in his system and they know it’s getting worse. They know and they want to “fix” him. He’s completely and utterly fucked. 

Alongside his nervousness there is also newfound resolve. He quickly phases into his room, grabs his thermos, maybe two shirts and a pair of pants, he shoves it all inside an old backpack he hasn’t used in years. He will need to dispose of his phone, taking anything electronic with him will leave a trail and he can’t have that. Hopefully his parents don’t have his ecto signature yet, he doesn’t think he has the time to get rid of it if they do.

He checks the kitchen again, they aren’t there anymore, likely back in the lab, then. He has to leave through the front door, to not raise any suspicions. Now, how to make this realistic? Maybe he can fake being murdered? No, Amity doesn’t really have that type of violence. Maybe he can fake being a casualty in a ghost attack? But he’d have to damage public spaces to do so and he doesn’t want to endanger anyone else… Fake getting kidnapped? It wouldn’t be the first time it happened, even as a human.

He could also just up and leave. It’s not like Amity has any actual investigative police force… Maybe he’s complicating things too much. He needs to go before he has time to chicken out. His parents will probably make a move on his ecto contamination within the week and he can’t be there for that.

— Bye mom, dad, be back in a bit! — and so, he shuts the door – leaving his house for what will probably be the last time.

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A Shard Of What I Deserve

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Nagito thinks he should kill himself. It’s not anything new, thoughts like these have plagued his mind ever since his parents died in that plane crash. Who is he to live when so many have died? When most of those close to him are gone? When his own hands have taken lives? 

The answer is quite simple: he doesn’t deserve to live. He doesn’t deserve the accommodations he is getting on the island. An entire top of the line mechanical arm to substitute the putrid thing he had sown onto himself? It’s unbearable to think about. 

He’s ever had what most would call “common sense”, now he thinks it’s a mixture of trauma with his deteriorating brain, slowly being eaten away by disease – the point is: even he feels guilty about all the maiming, crippling and killing he did. Scum like him didn’t have the right to affect the lives of others permanently. He often wonders if the ones who escaped him survived or died from some sort of infection… they also could have killed themselves, not being able to cope with their new reality.

Nagito can’t keep himself from spiraling, thoughts spinning as he thinks of all he took from others, what he did even when not under direct influence of the ultimate despair brainwashing. How could he keep living with them? With such amazing people, such hopeful people, people who when put into the same situation as him weren’t half as cruel, half as insane, who tried their best to live peacefully while he went on to make things as hard as possible for them-

He hardly registers the world around him at this point. He’s on the floor. Hands are gripping his arms. He feels nails dig into his porcelain-like skin. His breathing is quick, too quick, he doesn’t get nearly enough oxygen as he should, in. He starts wheezing, feral laughs leaving his mouth, his lungs rattling.

He should do it. He should end it all. There is a broken window from Akane and Nekomaru’s last spar. Nagito ogles a shard of glass, the biggest one he can find amongst all the pieces on the ground.

He hasn’t moved towards it, his mind still running at a thousand miles per hour. He feels the hands grip his hair now, his scalp is probably bleeding.

He doesn’t feel the world around him anymore, not in a way that matters. Head fuzzy and body dizzy, the pain in his arms and head was not enough to snap him out of this state.

Hah… 

Nails dig into his scalp, he can’t stop them.

Hahah…

He punches his thighs with both his hands, with all his might. It should hurt more, he should have evidence of the awful person he is and all he is doing to himself, to show the world that he too thinks The Servant, Nagito Komaeda, should suffer, should feel the pain he inflicted on others, should hurt for the burden he is to all around him.

He crawls towards the glass.

His knees are bleeding now.

Nagito grabs the piece that kept staring at him. Little flakes of glass cut his hands, but not deep enough. He knows what he should do.

With the sizable shard in his hand, he tries the tip, see if it’ll serve its job. He slashes his palm, weakly to see if it’s enough to cut.

Blood begins pooling. He slashes again, this time with more force. His metal hand scratched because of the sharp object.

He bites into his slashed hand, knowing that the pain he will feel in an instant will be worse. Driving the glass towards his tight he aims at the femoral artery, relying on his luck to get it right. After stabbing, he lets his hand wander, leaving a bloody trail after wherever the shard passes.

He seems to have aimed perfectly, because as the makeshift blade leaves his body, red and viscous liquid pours out of him. Swooning, he lets his body fall to the ground, on top of the glass. Cuts litter his entire body now. He lies there, as the world becomes darker – this might have been the best thing he has ever done for the world.

No one should come after him, now, there is no saving him if no one knows he needs saving, being last seen in his cabin, he’s fairly certain he won’t have to deal with anyone troubling themselves with taking care of him.

Just like last time, while covered in cuts, the world fades to black completely as cold takes a hold of his body. In his last moments of awareness, he wonders what will be done with his body. Hopefully discarded before the rancid smell impregnates the ambient…

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i'm alive, i swear - i'm starting a new fic just to have something to post. the mlb x dr one is still in the works, i just overestimated my abilities in writting action,,

anyways!! the new one is dcxdp because for that i can tell canon to shove it, while in the older one i want it to be as loyal to it as possible (character wise)

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i need a beta reader so bad dhjskgj

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#1-3 mlb x sdr2 crossover

words: 1691

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( Nagito pov )

“So let me get this straight - you’re attached to some magic jewelry that can give me powers?”

“Yup, the power of destruction, now explaining this is too tiring, do you have any cheese?”

“Uhh maybe? Not sure… Let’s check-” - We head towards the kitchen and I open the fridge’s door. 

“Huh... you have gorgonzola, brie, etc but not a single camembert?! Urg- guess I'll have to do with… this,” - Plagg says with what I guess is a disgusted look on his face while he gesticulates vaguely with his hands(?)/paws(?).

“Excuse my inquiry, but how am I supposed to transform?” - Plagg, who was already chucking down the cheese that he supposedly disliked, stops for a second. - “You just gotta say ‘Plagg, claws out’ while wearing the ring.”

“Hmm…” - I fiddle with the ring that was now on my finger - “Plagg, claws out, huh-” - As I finish muttering, the cat deforms and flies into the ring screaming as his cheese falls back onto the table. 

Before I can really understand what happened, I see myself reflected in the fridge’s handle, I’m dressed in what seems like a mysterious leather-like material and (for some reason), I have cat ears. ‘I guess it makes sense since my “kwami” is a cat…’

I feel something on my back, it feels like some sort of tube - I grab it and when I bring it back I notice that the suit covers even my fingernails, which are thematically extended to mimic cat claws. The tube has a paw-shaped green button that I impulsively click. 

That seems like some sort of tutorial… I should probably read up on it.

( Hajime pov )

“UHH FUCK NO????” - I stare incredulously at the flying thing in front of me. - “Did I fucking die trying to save that old dude? That would be so pathetic- fitting for me, sure- but kinda disappointing. Oh god am I in a coma?? That’s still really pathetic and I'd have to deal with fucking Natsumi laughing at me if I ever wake up-”

“Hajime, please, trust me, you’re not dead- I know it might sound unbelievable but it’s all true! I’m Tikki, the kwami of creation, and you’re my new wielder!” - The creature looks cheerful- good for them, but it’s kinda creepy. - “Now, I think you’ll only believe me after seeing, so, why don’t you try putting on the earrings and saying ‘Tikki, spots on!’?”

“I don’t think I really have an option anyway…” - I analyze the earrings, deciding if I should put them on or not - ‘today I left without any earrings, so wouldn’t people be suspicious? That is if anyone even pays attention to my ears… whatever, I’m not gonna get anywhere with this.’ - “Tikki, spots on!”

Just as the… thing… said, I see that same tint of light appear, covering my entire body.

“...I don’t really feel any different…”

I look into my room’s mirror and see that I suddenly find myself in a really corny ladybug outfit - was this really the best I could come up with-? Suddenly I understand why my parents want me to hang out with people more in touch with fashion. 

I notice my chest feels lighter and my breathing is freer… - ‘I guess Tikki did say it would transform me into whatever I imagined… suddenly this doesn’t feel that bad…’ - Then I see that there’s a little ball-like thing strapped to the belt of the suit, I grab it and notice that the black dot in the middle looks like a button. - ‘I think Tikki told me about this… there should be some sort of guide here…’

( Nagito pov )

‘Okay… I think I got most of it.’ - When I finish reading and head towards the window - according to the manual (can I even call it that?), this stick should extend if I click it like this… - “Huh!”

I feel surprisingly more agile in this…

“Alright! Here goes nothing-!”

I throw my weight along with the extended stick - I fly out the window and feel a kind of freedom I hadn’t felt since… ever, really. I try thinking of what to do next - ‘should I try heading somewhere? Maybe the Eiffel Tower? Never been to it, surprisingly enough…’ 

The wind breezes through my hair, which now that I pay attention to it, is stuck in a half-up.

( Hajime pov )

“Yeah, no fucking way I'm trusting a yoyo and jumping off a balcony,” - ‘but how do I get down from here without seeming like I’m an insane person to all my neighbors..?’ - nothing comes to mind, except… - ‘Maybe the fire escape…? Feels a bit dumb, though-  but, I guess it’s my best option…’

With my mind made up, all in me wishing that no one was looking in this general direction, and trying to ignore how hot my face felt at the thought of running down the stairs like a little kid, I head toward the window where I can find the fire escape, and after what seemed like an infinite amount of floors, I reach the ground. 

“Okay… so how should this work..?” - with the yoyo still in my hand I try investigating more about it, even if I don’t think it’ll lead me anywhere. - ‘There’s a light pole right there… you know what? fuck it’.

With my last thought before my inevitable demise, I throw the yoyo towards it, seeing it wrap around the pole with a firm grasp.

I pull. 

“wHAT THE SHIIIIIIII–” - I faceplate onto the pole.

( Nagito pov )

‘The city looks so pretty from here’ - as I barely finish the thought I see some sort of red and black dot practically smash itself against a light pole. - ‘ouch- I should probably check on them-’

As I head there, I see them trying again - like what? 2? or 3 times? Before finally giving up and just laying on the floor. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Did I hit my head so hard that I’m seeing a fucking catboy?”

“Nope, I am very much real, to your probable distaste-” - their eyes are a bit closed due to the sun hitting their face.

“At least I don’t have a concussion.” - they sit up and scratch their head.

“Not sure that’s a good idea considering the number of times you hit your head-”

“I’m fine, actually - these are supposed to be indestructible or something.”

“I assumed since you only have the mask protecting your face you’d have been injured- since, well, I’m pretty sure you’re not indestructible.” - I extend my hand to help them up. 

“I’m honestly too freaked out about the entire thing to think about specifics, man” - he reaches for it, and now our faces are mere centimeters apart. 

I’ve never been one for romance, sure I’ve seen attractive people and wondered how it’d be to date them, but it was always a quick thought - this time… this time it seems different, their eyes are a pretty hazel/green, a dark brown hair that looks silky, their lips are full and a pretty reddish pink, their outfit was surprisingly okay considering the theme they were given - the black spots of the outfit filled at the edges, like hands and feet, giving the impression that there were gloves/boots, their belt accentuates their hips and, honestly, just wow. - ‘I… I should stop starring- it probably comes off as rude or perverted-’ - I gulp - “fair enough.”

( Hajime pov )

The person in the catsuit seems to blush. Gotta say, their eyes are beautiful, the white of their hair and eyelashes makes their blue-greyish eyes pop against the black mask. I’m assuming they know as much as I do about this whole miraculous thing. Their outfit is pretty alright, but is it just me, or does their outfit kinda look like Hatsune Miku-? The black/grey/greenish aesthetic is the main thing leading me on that route - well and the cat ears also kinda look like the hair loop thingies,, ‘maybe I should just stop comparing them to Hatsune Miku-’ - either way, the main part of the suit is a light black, their outfit seems to have thicker gloves and boots and their knees and elbows have silver protection it also has green highlights all over that help give it some style. There’s a huge ass belt tied around their hips.

( Nagito pov )

Our borderline staring competition is interrupted when I suddenly remember - “Uhh what’s your name? If you don’t mind me asking- of course. Oh, and pronouns-”

“I don’t think you mean like, my actual name- but I haven’t come up with anything, to be honest. My pronouns are he/him, though.”

“I haven’t come up with anything either - my pronouns are he/they.” 

“Alright- I’ll just call you… Actually, never mind- everything I could come up with reminded me of some sort of discord mod- and I think we’d both want to avoid whatever that’d be.”

“I’m awful at nicknames, so I probably wouldn’t be able to come up with anything better… Just call me, I don’t know- black cat…?”

“Yeah, sure- very creative, Chat Noir.” - He stops for a bit. - “Call me Bug, for now- that would suck as a permanent hero name, though… heh.” 

“Why did we even get these, though… I mean, I’m assuming you know about as much as I do.”

“I read what I could find on the guide thing on my supposed weapon. Don’t know anything other than that.”

“Same, same” - Bug stops and looks pensive. - “Did anything out of the ordinary happen to you lately?” 

“That is a tough question, I guess…” - ‘should I even tell him this?’ - “My life isn’t exactly ordinary- please don’t think trash such as myself is being arrogant, I meant that in the worst way possible-”

“Relax- Okay, so we won’t get any answers if we can’t compare the results… Shit… Okay, let’s not bother with that right now, then.”

“Should we get to know each other’s identities? Scum like me doesn’t deserve to request that, of course- but I think it’d make things easier in case of an emergency-”

“Pfft what kind of emergency? Some sort of supervillain?”

We hear an explosion.

“OH, COME ON-”

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chp. 0 > chp. 1 pt 1 > chp. 1 pt 2 > chp. 1 pt 3

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changed my mind about some of the formatting, so chapter 1-3 here we go

i take a long ass time to write, but i swear my ao3 will be updated (i say as i haven't posted in over a year)

[lakes-writting-rambles]

i take a long ass time to write, but i swear my ao3 will be updated (i say as i haven't posted in over a year)