#across another dimension fanfic

[tr1nd2de]

Cloudless Lightning

I was reading a fanfic now, and I got the idea of how terrifying it must be for Fawcett's thieves, they're going to rob someone in an alley and BOOM a bolt of lightning in broad daylight, right behind you.

Then a big man with a lot of muscles emerges from the smoke, lightning bolts dance across his body, he looks at you and says: you better put the gun down, we don't want anyone to get hurt.

This is certainly scary, especially for other heroes.

I imagine how furious Batman must be knowing that the new hero recruited by the league, even though he is somewhat afraid of him, was never enough to stop Captain Marvel from appearing in Gotham for his so-called job as "champion of magic".

On yet another night when Batman is finishing his shift as a hero, with probably someone from the Bat-Family, lightning on a cloudless night.

Behind the others, in the alley below them, the technology shorts out and in the alley coming out of the smoke is Marvel, walking towards a store that is opening and he enters, grabs a staff and flies away, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

In Metropolis, Clark is walking down a street with Lois, his beloved. It's a beautiful day but there are no clouds in the sky. BOOM. Lightning strikes a store. Captain Marvel comes out carrying a demon on his shoulder and flies to where only God knows, because Marvel disappears in mid-air (teleports to the Rock).

And so on and so forth. For the league it is just a theory that the captain does not always live in our reality, apparently the work of "Champion of Magic" makes him travel in several dimensions, from job to job.

But for Billy, he just doesn't understand how every time he tries to use magic he ends up being teleported to another place. (Robber in an alley).

Whenever he tries to have a normal job as a reporter, something gets in the way.

(School trip to Metropolis, great place for a segment with Superman or Lois Lane and Clark Kent the reporters, but as always there is a demon in the middle...)

And last but not least, whenever he has to go to Gotham, because apparently Gotham would have several smuggled magical items.

(Billy hopes Batman isn't around, that guy scares him).

[babsharrison]

Between Worlds - Neo x Reader

Pairing | Neo Anderson x Fem! Reader

Summary | Neo returns to your life after disappearing, revealing that the world you live in is an illusion of the Matrix. Now, you must choose between the safety of the life you know and the unknown truth alongside Neo.

Word Count | 1.5k

CW | None. just some fluff

A/N | Hey luvs, this is my first fanfic here! I really hope you like it, and sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, I did my best. 😭

The soft morning light filtered through the café windows, casting dancing shadows on the tiled floor. Neo sat at a table in the corner, a forgotten cup of coffee in front of him. His eyes never left you, as you laughed and chatted animatedly with a group of friends at the next table. To them, you were a young woman full of life, hope, and possibilities. To him, you were a painful reminder of what he had lost and could never have.

As he watched you, memories flooded in, bringing back the conversations you’d had about dreams, the future, and freedom. Words that now seemed distant, almost unreal, as if they belonged to a time and life he could no longer reach. You were trapped in that illusory world, believing everything around you was real, while he lived in another dimension, fighting against the invisible shadows of the Matrix.

Your friends stood up, leaving you alone. Your gaze wandered around the café, and he noticed a sudden melancholy in your eyes, a trace of emptiness that tightened his chest. The urge to run to you, to hold you, to tell you that everything would be okay, grew inside him. But the words weighed heavily. His heart raced erratically as he shifted in his chair, nervous. He had never known how to handle the feelings you stirred within him.

Neo knew the world you belonged to was a prison, an illusion carefully designed to keep you asleep to the truth. He couldn’t let you stay there, ignorant of your own condition. But there was fear—fear that, in trying to save you, he would break the trust between you. What if you hated him for destroying what you believed to be real? The doubt gnawed at him.

Finally, with a heavy sigh, he stood up, the temporary decision to leave taking hold. He felt weak as he crossed the café door, leaving you behind once more. There was a shadow of guilt within him, knowing that his continued distance only made you more vulnerable. He hid in corners, watching you on the streets, following you from a distance as you carried on with your routine, completely unaware of the devastating truth.

Days passed.

He became a shadow in your life. He watched you walk to work, carrying a simple briefcase, your face focused on some daily task. He saw how your lips curved into a smile when someone told a joke. How your hands moved, almost dancing, as you spoke animatedly on the phone. But he also noticed the sadness in the moments when you were alone, the pensive expression, perhaps wondering why some parts of your life felt empty, as if something was missing—an absent presence.

Sometimes, he followed you to the building where you worked. From across the street, hidden in the shadows, he watched you get lost in the hurried crowds. And even though you didn’t know it, he felt the growing anguish of always being so close, yet so far.

He knew he couldn’t continue like this for much longer. The guilt was slowly consuming him. If only he could explain... If only he could make you understand what was real.

Until one day, he made a decision.

He couldn’t live on the sidelines of your life anymore, watching from afar. The risk of losing you forever was great, but the fear of never trying was even greater.

You were having a normal day, walking back home, shopping bags swinging at your side. Your steps echoed softly along the sidewalk as the day waned, and the sky turned shades of orange. Neo followed closely, closer than ever. With each step, the weight of the choice he was about to make became more evident.

You approached the gate to your building, distracted, fumbling with your keys, when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. A chill ran down your spine, and you turned quickly, your heart leaping in your chest. There he was. Neo.

Your gaze met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. He stood still, the dark coat gently flowing with the wind. The face you hadn’t seen in so long, the figure that had disappeared without explanation, was now there, standing in front of you.

“Neo?” you murmured, surprise and shock mingling in your voice. “You... you’re here?”

He took a step forward, his expression serious, but there was something else in his eyes. Something you hadn’t recognized before. “I couldn’t keep watching you from afar,” he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. “I... I couldn’t leave you alone in this world.”

Your heart raced, a confusion of emotions washing over you. “Alone? What are you talking about?”

He hesitated for a second, the words he needed to say weighing heavily. But he knew the moment of truth had arrived. “I need to show you something. Something that will change everything.”

“Change everything? Neo, I thought you... I thought you were dead.” Your voice came out fragile, your eyes wide with disbelief, a mixture of pain and relief surfacing in the words you spoke.

Neo felt the impact of those words. Part of him wanted to apologize for letting you believe that, for disappearing without explanation, but he knew that any words would be insufficient. He had failed to protect you from the truth for too long. And now, here you were, standing before him, not knowing that you lived in a prison, not knowing that the world around you was a lie.

“I should’ve told you sooner,” he admitted, his gaze fixed on your face, trying to catch every nuance of emotion passing through your eyes. “But I couldn’t... I didn’t know how. This world... this life you know isn’t real.”

You took a step back, confused, trying to process his words. “Not real? What are you saying? This is my life, Neo. My job, my friends... my life.”

He stepped forward, trying to close the distance between you without pushing. “All of this was designed to keep you trapped. Like an illusion, a prison for the mind.” He was pleading with his eyes, his voice low and serious. “I was trapped too, until I found the truth. Now, I’m fighting against it... and I need you.”

Your mind was spinning. Everything he said sounded like madness, but there was something in his eyes—something that made you stop, hesitate. The intensity in Neo’s gaze, so familiar yet so distant, hit you hard. You had always trusted him, always knew he was different. But now, he was speaking of things that were beyond what you could understand.

“I... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, your hands trembling as you held the shopping bags, trying to find some anchor in the reality around you.

Neo knew this would be hard. He had gone through the same confusion, the same denial. The revelation of the Matrix was devastating to anyone, but he needed you to trust him. He needed you to see.

“I know it sounds crazy. I didn’t believe it at first either. But let me show you.” He extended his hand, hesitant, as if the simple gesture could change everything between you. “If you trust me, I can take you out of this.”

Your heart raced. Part of you wanted to back away, to flee from all this madness. But another part, the part that still believed in Neo, that still felt something for him, was curious. What if he was right? What if everything he said was true?

You looked at Neo’s outstretched hand, feeling the crushing weight of the choice ahead. On one side, the life you knew—comfortable, familiar, safe—and on the other, the truth he offered you, mysterious and terrifying. Fear mixed with the desire for answers, but there was something deeper, something that went beyond words.

Neo was everything to you. The days without him had been long and lonely, a silent pain you could never ignore. Now, he was here, standing before you, more real and more beautiful than you remembered, like an impossible dream that had materialized.

The air around you seemed heavy, almost palpable, as your fingers hesitated for a moment. Every movement carried the gravity of that choice, an invisible line that separated the past from the future. Slowly, your trembling fingers began to move until they found his hand, sealing what, in a way, had always been inevitable.

Neo watched as you made the choice. His heart, which had seemed frozen, started beating again with force when your fingers finally touched his. There was a moment of silence between you, as if the world around you had disappeared, leaving only the connection between your hands.

“I trust you,” you finally said, your voice low, almost a whisper. “Show me what I need to see.”

Neo gently squeezed your hand, the expression on his face softening for a brief moment. He knew that what lay ahead wouldn’t be easy for you, but at least now, he wouldn’t be alone. The journey you were about to face together was only the beginning.

[whimsicalpolitical]

Loved your subspace fanfic >:)

Now I’m asking very politely for sub Matty. I would LOVE to read your perspective of him because I loved dom Matty but feel I’d love sub Matty even moreeee.

Maybe like girlie pushes his limits and he completely melts for her. I don’t know. I’m dreadful at request.

-🍒anon

First of all thank you so much for your request anon!! I’m glad you liked the dom version, I gladly take this request!! I’m also picturing this Matty era:

18+mdni, you saw the request ;)

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Matty didn't really know how to breach the subject, he knew what he wanted very well and he knew what to say but it was how, how was he supposed to tell you with a straight face that you should be the dominant one. He trusted you of course, with his life, but the second he told you he wants to be ruined, the air shifted.

“mhm-” he whimpers. “I- hm, fuck-”

You’re sitting ontop of him, he’s looking up at you with those big brown eyes. it’s almost pornographic the way he’s whining and moaning. He squirms underneath you as you pump his cock. it’s like you’re teasing him.

He quickly lost track of the amount of times you've made him come. You promised him this is the last time if he’s going to be good.

“Ngh, please,” he babbles. He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. You flick your thumb across his slit and he whimpers. tears well up in his eyes.

“Please what?” you ask, batting your lashes. He can’t take it for much longer. He searches for your lips desperately, messily kissing you and moaning into your mouth. “Im gonna— uhhhg..” he moans.

“No, you’re not,” you swat your hand from him and watch as he tries to search for the lost friction, bucking his hips up into thin air.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby please,” he whines, a tear slipping from his eye.

“you— baby.” a whine almost slips out, “you’re mean,” he pouts but gasps when your fingers trail up his cock.

“I’m not mean, you’re just greedy,” you grab his chin to make him look at you, “made you cum, what maybe 3 times and you still want more? S’ pathetic.”

Matty’s breath hitches, you return to slowly pumping him again. Moreover you begin to kiss up his shaft, proud to see that by the time you reach his tip to look back at him he's still looking at you.

“Hold out for me yeah? You’re a patient boy,” you praise, smirking down on him. His jaw goes slack as you speed up your movements, moans spilling out. You lean down, and bite at his jawline. he grips onto the sheets beside him, holding fistfuls.

“M’so close, mmph,” he whines, bucking up into your hand, “please- ah, fuck. m’ gonna.” His body finishes before he could end his sentence. His stomach is tensing and back arching as he releases all over himself, thick white spurts of cum coating his stomach and up to his chest as he trembles and squirms under you. 

His eyes are closed and you’re stroking him slowly through his orgasm, “Matty,” you tut, “didn’t tell you to cum now, did I?”

His chest is heavily moving up and down, pearls of sweat covering his tattoos. His curls are sticking to his face and when he finally opens his eyes, he’s gone to another dimension.

You tap his cheek with your flat hand a few times, “you with me?” He nods quickly, “m’sorry, couldn’t hold it in anymore.” He whines, your hand still not stopping its movement.

You don’t slow your movements as well, hand going up and down on his dick with a newfound ease due to the slick. His hips buck up into your hand and his eyes roll back. It is a lot, too much. “m-uh.. please,” he squeaks. noises being punched out of him quicker than before. “I can’t, s’too much!”

“One more,” you kiss his lips, “can give me one more.”

You resume your past rhythm, leaning down and pressing kisses to his tears, he whimpers. “‘M you’re good boy?”

Your face coms up to his, gazing into his eyes, “my best boy.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you immediately set to a faster pace, stroking him from base to tip and causing a slick sound to fill the room as you coat his length in his own cum, the sound barely audible over his loud whimpers and moans as his head falls back, back arching into you.

“Gonna cum again for me?”

“Please, please-“ he’s begging as if you’re going to continue being mean. “Can’t, christ,” he’s babbling, whining, writhing underneath you.

Matty can’t even muster up a warning that he is about to cum, just letting out a choked moan as he practically doubles over as he comes, cum spilling onto his stomach and chest again, as you stroke him through it until he is pulling away from you.

"Such a good boy" you speak softly as you stand up to cup his cheeks, lifting his face to meet yours, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

"Made such a mess, baby" you tease as you wipes his face with your thumbs, his cheeks flush red at the thought of tears on his face.

“Lay down, be right back,” you leave the room to fetch a washcloth from the bathroom, wetting it with warm water and getting a shirt that’s draped over the bathtub, before making your way back to your shared bedroom, smiling at the sight of Matty splayed out on your bed, completely fucked out. 

"Gonna clean you up now, alright?" You practically whisper, feeling like if you were too loud it might startle him. Matty simply nods in response as you climb back onto the bed with him and situate yourself between his still-spread thighs, gently and softly cleaning the drying cum from his stomach and chest, being extra careful when cleaning his now soft length, and apologizing quietly when he winces.

“All done,” you say, fiddling with his shirt, “arms up now,” he does as you say, still completely in his own world, not a word coming from his mouth.

He lays back when he’s clothed and you throw the cloth in the laundry basket, coming down to press sweet kisses to his face, “did so good f’me.”

“Do you need anything? Water?” He shakes his head, grabbing your arm.

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” Your heart swells.

You settle behind him and Matty turns on to his stomach, his face nuzzling against your chest. Your hands come down to his curls, slowly massaging his scalp.

“I love you,” you whisper, and he just hums from exhaustion, kissing your skin as a response before drifting off to sleep.

[albondiguilla007]

So:

I mostly opened this account to talk about Harry Potter with other fans. I need potterhead friends I’m begging you, take pity on me.

✨ First though, here’s a Marauders playlist:

✨ Profile pic by sophitil

Ok, so a bit about me and this blog’s contents:

✨ We don’t judge here, every ship is welcome

✨But if it’s gay better

✨ I love the golden trio, I won’t stand for ANY kind of SLANDER, not of Ron, not of Hermione, least of all Harry. They are human, and they are good friends with flaws who love each other very much. They are growing up, grieving, taking care of each other and learning about life. I adore their friendship, and fanfics that realistically explore their relationship will always be a soft spot of mine. (wholesome one shot)

✨ Hot take: If you have any fanfic recommendation where they are romantically together (the three of them, as in an actual relationship), I would appreciate it very much

✨ Drarry (please)—I live for Drarry, I breathe, think, dream, eat Drarry 🙏🏻 They’re my babies

✨ Draco Malfoy is a power bottom, fight me

✨ Lily Evans is my queen and goddess

✨ Tomarry? I’M A SLUT FOR TOMARRY (please I need more time travel fanfic recommendations) Some very good ones tho:

Terrible, but Great.

you belong to me (i belong to you).

Of Kings, of Pawns, and of Men. (This one is not time trivel per se but its AMAZING I’m telling ya)

Wear me like a locket around my throat

(all of them are in ao3)

✨ My boy Harry is incredibly underrated on his own book, like...? He is amazing, I love him, I wish him all the happiness in the world. WE NEED MORE FANFICS WHERE ALL HIS MENTAL STRUGGLES AND GRIEVING PROCESSESS ARE PORTRAYED. (He’s gone through so much, I don’t buy the way canon just swept everything under the rug and moved on)

✨ Another soft spot of mine? Fanfics where Harry time travels to a time where his parents are alive or a different dimension all together.

To make it better

Devil’s White Knight

Across the universe

You’re somebody else

(all in ao3 except Across the universe, that’s a short story in fanfic.net)

Other recommendations

✨ My bedtime readings are hardcore Drarry smut with some very questionable dom/sub dynamics. RECOMMENDATIONS PLEASE 🙏🏻

✨ Jegulus (depending on the mood) Jegulily thooo 👀

✨Canon James Potter was a dick, but I forgive him. He did change a bit after Hogwarts, but I keep hoping he would’ve matured more if he’d had the chance to grow up into an actual adult

✨ Aaron Taylor Johnson and every other version of James Potter is mine, no arguments

✨ NO SNAPE SLANDER. He is an amazing character, and a very complex one at that. He is not supposed to be a good person, but a complicated one with a gray set of values. Y’all do not understand that, and I’m tired of watching Marauders stans be so fucking hypocritical when it comes to him.

Crime and Punishment (an amazing severitus fic on ao3)

✨ August, Cardigan and Betty are about these three idiots (Lily, James and Regulus) and you can’t change my mind. If you have any fanfic recs I’m all ears.

[two-sibyls-tall]

I bullet-point planned out a batfam fanfic aWHILE ago but I am Bad At Writing full-fledged stories so I’m going to just throw it out in the open here in the hopes that ya’ll will appreciate it, and also that mayhaps someone else who is Good At Writing will find it and make it.

So. Here’s my take on a Reverse!Robins Dimensional Travel fic.

Damian:

Starts off with Robin!Damian seeing a black-robed uniform that’s awfully similar to the League of Assassins gear. Which is. Worrying. to see in Gotham.

Robin!Damian sneaks up on him to figure out wtf he’s doing.

Nightwing!Damian, aka the black-robed figure, calls him out. Possibly even makes an offhanded joke about how R!Damian shouldn’t be wearing bright ass colors if he didn’t want to be seen.

R!Damian catches sight of the Nightwing logo on N!Damian’s chest and proceeds to demand who he is

N!Damian recognizes R!Damin’s pattern of speech and essentially goes “oh fuck”. Reveals himself as Nightwing, aka Damian Wayne.

R!Damian immediately thinks of the Heretic. He calls for backup in code via comm link.

N!Damian is on the same comm channel, so he hears the responses to the code even if he doesn’t recognize the code itself. He’s semi-annoyed and starts running

R!Damian is IN PURSUIT.

N!Damian gets yoinked back to hid own dimension

R!Damian meets up with Nightwing!Dick and says something along the lines of “the assailant disappeared but who tf was that.”

Jason:

It’s a couple days later now.

Red Robin!Tim has already started working on a multiverse-type theory and let Red Hood!Jason know, so honestly RH!Jason isn’t terribly surprised when he comes across a vaguely familiar vigilante beating the shit out of a criminal in Crime Alley.

New vigilante introduces himself as Redbird

RH!Jason goes across comms to ask Tim how tf he should be handling this shit?

Redbird visibly freezes up when RR! does the classic “no names in the field” chastise

RH!Jason straight up asks Redbird if he can hear the comms bc who needs to be subtle.

When Redbird confirms, he just sorta sighs and gives a code to O. There’s a bit of yelling while the team processes the possibility of compromised comms.

It calms down again, and RR!Tim is like “okay the evidence is pretty clear here if you ask me,, Redbird I think you’re from another dimension. Do you recognize any of us?”

Redbird is like “well I’ve only actually caught one of your guys’s names so far, but yes I. Know. a Tim. He doesnt sound like you anymore, though”

RH!Jason is like ‘hmm we’re gonna put a pin in that one for now’

Meanwhile RR!Tim is talking to Redbird about going to the batcave and also maybe running some tests to figure out where they’re coming from and what’s going on here

Redbird shrugs and mentions that this whole situation sorta seems like what his brother was talking about a few seconds before he jumped dimensions.

“Is your brother Damian Wayne, aka Nightwing?”

“Fuck. Yeah, that’s him.”

At this point RH!Jason connects the dots an goes “ah shit, you’re me aren’t you.”

Redbird!Jason gives the most dramatic eye-roll possible and is like “bro we went from Redbird to Red Hood? That’s so lame. Why’d we even change it.”

RH!Jason just looks at him. “No dude we went from Robin to Red Hood. because we died.”

“NEWS TO ME???”

They've been heading to the batcave during this conversation

They walk in and RR!Tim's already there and he's like "Jason stop freaking out mini you this is clearly a different universe he might not even die."

Redbird!Jason is completely frozen staring at (unmasked) Tim and just kinda whispers "Tim?" And then he gets yoinked back to his universe.

Tim and Jason look at each other and Jason's like "so that's definitely not a good sign for what happened to you in their universe, right?"

Dick:

Nightwing!Dick is in the Batcave w/ most of the family discussing the dimension travel shit when he suddenly feels like he's being watched

He puts the meeting on pause and the feeling increases and he just looks straight up and sees golden eyes staring at him from the rafters

The other Batfamily members in attendance also look up and go what !! the fuck !!

NW!Dick knows about the whole 'Haly's circus being a theoretical breeding ground for the Court of Owls' thing bc I said so, so he already feels like he knows whats goin on

before anyone can say anything he just clears his throat and says "Gray Son?"

Batfamily freezes in shock and the small child w/ gold eyes just tilts his head in recognition and then jumps down from the rafters w/ no hesitation

He lands right next to NW!Dick and stands at attention, and Dick kinda feels sick bc Talon!Dick is like 8 years old

NW!Dick looks at the batfamily and makes some joke of like "haha looks like it’s my turn for the alternate dimension encounter"

RR!Tim is already taking notes

Bruce's put it all together and he's like "fuck. Little you is a Talon."

Cue the batfamily losing their shit again

Talon!DIck is looking between all of them confused, and he notices Damian just deadlock staring at him, and he's like Oh!! I know this one !!! so he stares back

RR!Tim is like "okay fantastic, well between Talon and Nightwing!Damian I think I can confidently guess by now that their dimension is one where all of our ages are reversed. Hey Talon do u wanna confirm that."

Talon is Very Helpful and nods, and Nightwing!Dick is like "alright buddy do you wanna tell us about ur dimension"

Except Talon doesnt really talk but !! he does sign!! his big sister cass has been teaching him sign !!

NW!Dick is like “thats great!! I know sign!!” and he starts relaying info to RR!Tim so he can take notes while Talon talks

Talon tells him that Tim From His Universe (and Dick isnt going to unpack yet why Tim’s namesign is a T drawn in the shape of a smile) has also put together that they’re going to a different universe

He says there was a case that the 4 nightshift batboys were on (girls were working a different case, Batman is offworld) w Oracle leading ofc that was selling alien technology

he says the 4 nightshift batboys were hit w a beam that didnt seem to do anything, but Tim of His Universe thinks that beam just had a slower affect and is what’s causing this

He says his big brother damian was the first to just randomly disappear mid mission and it gave Talon a scare bc they were together at the time, so he just froze and waited for damian to come back

and when Damian did, he immediately relayed what happened over comms, and a couple seconds later Redbird wasnt responding either

at this point RR!Tim interrupts and is like “are u saying urs all happened the same day? bc its been like a couple weeks since NW!Damian came here and several days since Redbird”

Talon just kinda shrugs and is like “well keep an eye out for Tim Of My Universe next bc he was hit too”

At this point NW!Tim is like “hey bud. why u. Why u using that name sign for Tim?”

Talon’s is about to respond when he gets yoinked back to his universe as well

Tim gives a mildly hysterical laugh and is like “well that’s not foreboding at all!!!”

Tim:

RR!Tim doesnt actually notice when JJ!Tim comes in this universe, bc at this point JJ!Tim has figured it out as well and is like “alright well the kid hasnt been jokerized so why traumatize him if I dont have to”

but unfortunately JJ!Tim IS spotted by a random passerby who mistakes him for the Joker so the whole batfamily’s out soon anyway looking for him

Hood finds JJ!Tim first and is like “alright i got eyes on him and im in pursuit,, hes kinda dressed weird tho wtf”

JJ!Tim hears this over comms and is like ‘welp now or never’ so he talks over the comms too (while running from Hood) and is like “hey I might be in the wrong universe, any way I could talk to one Tim Drake”

RR!Tim is like “Fuck dude really. rn? with a joker breakout? this is a bad time”

JJ!Tim responds w like “ur telling me, dude, Im the one being chased by a homicidal maniac w a red bucket on his head”

“YOU’RE THE GUY DRESSED LIKE THE JOKER?”

“THE JOKER IS STILL ALIVE HERE?”

JJ!Tim does NOT take this news well and he stops running, Hood catches up but doesnt engage bc ur telling me this is Tim?? this is RR?? tf happened?? but he does relay over comms that JJ is laughing and it is freaking him tf out bc he sounds EXACTLY like the Joker so SOMEONE get over here before Jason goes full Pit Rage

RR!Tim does arrive and immediately recognizes his own features despite the green hair and green eyes and bleached skin and Absolutely Terrifying Smile what the FUCK happened

JJ calms down just enough to be like “Oh I get it. This universe is age reversal so it also changed who the Joker got, too”

Hood looks like hes about to be sick, Tim’s not far behind

JJ’s like “great! well I’m Joker Junior, occasionally known as Tim Drake, and in my universe I was brainwashed by the Joker, then killed him and myself!! but apaprently the universe wasnt a fan of that because then I woke up in an UNMARKED GRAVE and wandered around for awhile, got dunked in a lazarus pit, and am overall having a terrible time”

At this point NW!Dick and Robin!Damian are here too and they’re like jfc dude

JJ looks down at his wrist like theres a watch there (there’s not) and is like “alright well according to my calculations, I shouldnt be here much longer, since most of my time was spent hiding & then running from ya’ll in order to NOT have this confrontation but look how well that worked out. Anyway u guys should kill the joker,, who knows if he might get inspiration from my universe and torture little timmy over there,, anyway ta ta” and then he fuckin disappears

Red Hood is like “yep ok im gonna go murder a clown” and no one really moves to go stop him

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Dadphiles Master Post

Dadphiles is a Sonic AU that diverges from the Solaris fight in Sonic 06, wherein Mephiles separates from Iblis at the last moment. In his haste, he accidentally pulls a de-aged Sonic, Shadow, and Silver all to the past with him. Now Mephiles must watch over them as they grow up if he wishes to enact his revenge… He just wasn’t expecting them to call him “Dad”.

All posts can be found under the #Dadphiles AU tag.

Details below + Links:

This post will be updated as time goes on. New additions will be marked as (✨New!✨). Last update: (August 11, 2024)

Character Sheets

Sonic | Shadow | Silver | Mephiles

Height Chart (See above)

AU Lore

Mephiles/Iblis/Solaris breakdown (Art): Mephiles the Mind, Iblis the Heart

The Trinity Gods of Mobius: Gaia who provides the Earth, the Master Emerald who provides life, and Solaris who provides the sun.

Mephiles' Crystals: Pieces of his power, they allow Mephiles to reach Sonic, Shadow, and Silver across time and space even with his weakened state.

The Void: A place between time, like a pocket dimension, made by Mephiles' power. It allows him to protect the children without interfering with the rest of their respective points in time. It's a place of absolute darkness and when the children enter or leave, it is in a brief plume of dark smoke.

Due to Mephiles not having the full power of Solaris (something Iblis possesses but does not have the mental capacity to use), Mephiles does not know which threats to the SSS happened in the original timeline or if they're genuine threats. Therefore, he pulls them into the Void whenever they're in danger.

Animatics

Was it all a dream? (Post-Separation) - Tumblr

The sun is not a mortal's to control. (Sonic Forces) - Tumblr

(✨New!✨) Rage of a God (Sonic Forces) - Youtube

(✨New!✨) "Eat sh✩t and die" (Present Day) - Tumblr

Fanfics (Ao3)

And the Void was Silent - Ch 1/1

Comics

(✨New!✨) The Beginning - [Note: Pseudo-Canon]

(✨New!✨) Would you still Love me? (Present Day)

Timeline

Canon Divergence from Sonic 06 Final Battle >> (✨New!✨) The Beginning - Immediately after escaping the final blow, Mephiles finds he dragged three hoglets with him. (Mini Comic) [Note: Pseudo-Canon] >> And the Void was Silent - Mephiles' POV while raising Sonic, Shadow, and Silver. (Fic - Complete)

AU-Altered Sonic CD >> The Incident - Sonic, Shadow, and Silver are abruptly returned to their times, marking this the last time they see one another for years. Mephiles falls into a hibernation while the children are left lost wondering what happened.

Was it all a dream? (Animatic)

AU-Altered Sonic Adventure 2

AU-Altered Sonic Heroes

AU-Altered Shadow the Hedgehog

AU-Altered Sonic 06 >> "Destroy the seal of Iblis..." (Mini-Comic)

AU-Altered Sonic Forces >> The sun is not a mortal's to control. (Animatic) >> (✨New!✨) Rage of a God (Animation)

Present Day >> (✨New!✨) "Eat sh✩t and die" (Animation) - Mephiles, Vanilla, Vector >> (✨New!✨) Would you still love me? ( Comic) - Mephiles, Shadow, Silver, Sonic

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Bonus art and answered Asks can be found under the #Dadphiles AU tag.

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Uraichi Fandom I need help

I'm looking for 2 Uraichi fanfics that I've forgotten to bookmark/download for some reason. I'm also pretty sure I found these fics on AO3.

Fanfic # 1 - I think it was a fic about the times Kisuke found Ichigo crying. The first scene was Ichigo crying somewhere just after his mom's death and Kisuke came across him. Ichigo had an origami that his mom made him. - Ichigo left behind the origami and Kisuke kept it safe before returning it to the location once he felt that Ichigo came back looking for it. - Ichigo found the origami again and was glad because it was still okay. He also noticed the marks made by Kisuke's geta on the ground. - Fast forward a few years, Kisuke has become so used to knowing/going to the location of Ichigo's secret crying spot that when he was feeling down he unknowingly went there to brood and was finally caught by Ichigo.

Fanfic # 2 - Post Winter War AU where Ichigo disappeared after using Mugetsu. They all thought he died but his body was actually stuck in some kind of limbo. - Somehow he was stuck a little bit as some kind of invisible ghost that was only able to watch over his family. (not sure if this was in the same fic or if this was part of another fic, but I'll add it just in case) - Ichigo somehow manages to talk and interact with Kisuke. - Kisuke thinks he's gone mad as he's seeing Kurosaki-san. Thinks that he's finally gone insane because of the guilt. - Ichigo manages to semi-convince Kisuke that he's real and he's stuck somewhere and he needs help getting out. Kisuke agrees. - Ichigo and Kisuke spend time together and grow closer as Kisuke studies how to reach that limbo dimension. - Kisuke tries getting Ichigo out but fails on the first try. He finally had enough and thought to himself that Ichigo was just a hallucination and trying to find him in a separate dimension was just hopeless desperation. Cue angst. - Kisuke did eventually try again and succeeded and finally freed Ichigo from limbo.

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Batfamily fanfic recs

Duke Thomas

Keep Your Head, Your Backbone, and Your Heart by MrMich (word count: 54,578/chapters: 6/complete

The last thing that Duke expected on what was supposed to be just a regular patrol was being suddenly thrown five years into the past, coming face to face with a darker, more violent Batman than the one he knew, a broken family, and a Tim who was a foot shorter than Duke, and not even Robin yet.

A silent shadow flitted past him, just barely visible on the cave walls. He went rigid, tracking the shadow in the corner of his vision.

And then he dropped to the floor, just in time, as a familiar black gloved fist passed overhead. He just barely missed being hit by the punishing blow that would have landed right on his temple for a sure concussion if he hadn’t dodged.

“Batman?” Duke yelled. He somersaulted forward, just barely avoiding another strike. “B, what are you doing?!”

“Who are you,” came the growled response. A shiver crawled down Duke’s spine at the grim hostility in Batman’s voice that promised violence, and something tightened in the back of his throat.

Tim Drake

Liminal Space by Calamityjim (word count: 77,186/chapters: 17/complete)

Bruce's habit of collecting strays is not limited by dimension.

Or

When Young Justice Batman comes across an angsty, seemingly abandoned by his Batman Tim Drake, he decides to step up to the plate and parent the crap out of him.

Dick grayson

making gold out of it (read all the tags/word count: 7,601/one-shot)

Dick talks himself back down on the bathroom floor, clinical and detached.

(For someone whose primary skill is manipulating his body, it’s not very often that he feels connected to it.)

Or, five years after Blockbuster, Dick begins teetering on the ledge of processing what Catalina did to him.

Stephanie brown

DON'T YOU CRY, DRY YOUR EYES. (Word count: 4,842/one-shot)

After inhaling her food before Bruce's even halfway through his vanilla milkshake, Stephanie seems to have sobered up a little. She's looking less green, and more like she's trying to develop x-ray vision and look into Bruce's soul.

Or maybe she's still drunk, because she very suddenly and very bluntly tells him, "I used to wish you were my dad," drowning her chips into a little pot of ketchup.

Bruce pauses. He slowly drops the chicken nugget he was about to put in his mouth — since now is probably not the time to complain about how the nuggets are a little dry today.

(Bruce Wayne is not Stephanie Brown's father, not at all.)

Gen (two or more bats)

THIS ISN'T PUNISHMENT (I LOVE YOU). (Word count:2,250/ one-shot/ jason & bruce)

It's not."

Jason swallows thickly, "What?"

"My parents death is not the worst thing to ever happen to me," Bruce reiterates, as calm as Jason has ever seen him, eerily indifferent to the topic. But it's his eyes that remind Jason of the situation at hand, the way they're wide and glassy, pale blue eyes screaming for the words to stop.

They don't stop; "Losing you," Bruce continues, unblinking to Jason's expression of absolute horror, "Is the worst thing to ever happen to me."

Pain should not be quantifiable. It's with sinking hatred and pity, does Jason realise, guilt shouldn't be measurable either.

(Batman is hit with truth serum, Jason reacts to the consequences.)

The Neighborhood Watch by AlexaAffect (word count: 8,565/Chapter(s):1/gen

A knock on his door roused him from his vigilance, strong and steady.

Jason tucked a crutch beneath his arm, pushing himself up off the couch. In his other hand he carried the gun; his finger poised on the trigger. Bruce’s gun safety rules bounced around in his head, mingling with his father’s from years earlier.

Keep your finger off the trigger unless you intend to shoot.

Jason didn’t intend to miss.

Another knock; more frantic this time than before.

He had half a mind to yell. The curses died in his throat. The list of people who knew his safe house was short. He was leaving nothing up to chance. He leaned forward, pressing the gun against the door, and checked the peephole.

Dick.

Immediate relief.

Or alternatively; The Joker escapes Arkham and due to a broken leg, Jason can do nothing about it. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait alone.

[squeeneyart]

It has been a while since I read a Better World AU from Gravity Falls, and yours is by far the best.

I kind of remember that was another version but called Hoodie AU, if I’m right. Although it was much darker.

I don’t know if you’re continuing developing this AU, but still, it’s amazing the details you have put.

I think this version is much more optimistic despite the angst both in the AU and what was shown in Journal 3 when the parallel dimension was mentioned.

Tbf, I’ve never wondered what happened to Stan in Better World AU, that question only came after I read the fanfics that speculated about his whereabouts.

man, now that's a throwback! Glad you enjoyed my take on it haha. I think the last time I sketched something for it was something like 8 years ago which. hoo boy thats wild to think about.

I remember reading the journal and latching onto that part immediately, but even with the angst factor, I really loved (and still love!) the tone and themes of the cartoon. stan is someone who scrabbles to survive (usually due to his own mistakes!) but deep down wants to have a connection to others, especially his family! simply put, grunkle stan Will be everyone else's problem and some monsters chasing him across the world Will Not Stop Him

thanks for the ask! have a stan sketch

[Image description: A digital colored sketch of Grunkle Stan on a boat, looking down confused at a postcard.

Stan: We're in the middle of the ocean, how the f-

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Hyperspace Beacons: The Empire of the Hand’s unique way of navigating the Chaos

Another in my Empire of the Hand world-building series, written for my fanfic series. Please see my document on Nirauan, the capital planet, here, on the Empire of the Hand's capital ships here, and on the Empire of the Hand military's ranks and the Explorer program here.

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How Hyperspace travel seems to work in most of the Galaxy Far Far Away:

It seems that very little thought was actually put into how exactly hyperspace works in Star Wars, but there a few "rules" that seem to pop up (mostly) consistently:

Firstly:  You can't jump to hyperspace while still within the effects of a large gravity well -- i.e. a planet. 

(Note:   Rise of Skywalker can eat a bag of dicks for ignoring this long-established rule first set by Han Friggin' Solo in Ep. 4 for Force's sake!)

Second:  Objects in real space cast "mass shadows" in hyperspace, so you can't go right "through" a star, for example, without killing yourself. 

Third:  When ships unexpectedly encounter a large mass while in hyperspace, they will exit into real space as a precaution.  This is the basis for how interdiction technology works, where an artificial gravity well is generated to give the appearance of a large mass, and ships are either pulled out of hyperspace, or prevented from jumping to begin with.

Fourth:  There are a lot of chaotic, unexpected and unpredictable large objects (i.e. large asteroids, rogue planets, black holes, etc) in most of the Unknown Regions/The Chaos, which makes hyperspace travel through the region a lot more difficult than in the rest of the galaxy.

Fifth:  Hyperspace travel is very fast.  No consistent speed is given, and travel times in stories vary by plot, but it is implied it takes no more than about two weeks to travel all the way across the diameter of the Galaxy.  If we assume the Galaxy Far Far Away (GFFA) is similar in size to the Milky Way, that would mean it has a diameter of about 100 000 lightyears.  That's so fast I can't do math well enough to determine just how fast it is.  Compare that to another well-established sci-fi franchise, where it was predicted the “hero” ship would take about 70 years at maximum warp to travel across the galaxy (they found a few shortcuts, but still). 

My idea, based on the rules established above (in both Legends and Disney Canon) is that when a ship "jumps to 'lightspeed' ", what they are actually doing is jumping into a dimension where the speed of light is not the absolute speed limit it is in our universe (or in SW's "real space", presumably).  The time spent in hyperspace is actually the time it takes the nav computer /astromech droid /Navigator /skywalker/etc. to plot the course based on how fast they can determine where mass shadows lie along the wanted path.

Therefore, it's not the Millennium Falcon's engines that are fast, for example, it's the ship's nav computer.

Ships "pop out" of hyperspace when the nav computer/whatever determines where the "exit" is.  With well-established hyperspace routes, this is why a planet can be “blockaded” by just blocking off a small area in the orbit of the planet, as seen with Queen Amadala’s escape from Naboo in Episode One, when logically, a ship should be able to jump from any point in space as long as they were far enough away from the gravity well.  It’s not the planet itself that is being blockaded – it’s the long-established hyperspace jump point. Heading for a different point is like making a beeline for a highway instead of using the exit ramp – technically doable, but likely to wreck your vehicle if you try. 

Say, for example, you were plotting a course between Tattooine (Outer Rim) and Alderaan (Core) .  There are X number of stars and planets between your "entrance" and "exit".  The nav computer's job is to plot the most efficient course around those large masses that occur between the two points, and the hyperspace engines do little more than open the entry and exit points into real space at either end.  It accesses its most up-to-date astrometrics information available (likely through the holonet, and knowledge of well-maintained hyperspace routes) and plots its course accordingly.  The time spent "in" hyperspace is the time it takes the computer to finish its calculations.  For well-established routes, the computer doesn’t even try to plot a new course – it just reads the “road map” and follows that. 

This is also why the non-inhabited planets of any given solar system in the GFFA tend to be ignored.  Unless there’s something in the outer solar system of interest (i.e. a metal-rich asteroid belt), nobody’s going to be visiting Saturn when they can jump right to Earth.  Hyperspace routes to outer planets are simply not established at all, and when plotting new routes takes so much comparable “work” (comparable to blazing a new trail instead of taking already-established highway), most people and computer systems simply don’t bother.

This system, as imperfect and even counter-intuitive as it seems, does seem to be so much the norm in the majority of the GFFA that even people who perhaps should understand the value of blazing new trails (i.e. the Rebellion, smugglers) almost never even think to do so, never mind bother.   

In the Unknown Regions, however, there are so many objects going every which way that real-time astrometrics information is required, and nobody has apparently figured out a way to do this except for using the Force.

The Empire of the Hand's Hyperspace Beacons:

However, a clever use of communications technology could end the dependency of a relatively tiny portion of most species' populations.

Using an Imperial probe droid as a basis, the Empire of the Hand has developed a "hyperspace beacon".

A Viper probe droid, as seen in The Empire Strikes Back, the basis for the Empire of the Hand's hyperspace beacons.

Dropped in small clusters, in regular intervals in real-space, the beacons continuously scan real space around their locations, and communicate astrometrics to any ships that can pick up their signals, who are part of the beacons’ network. The network is only usable by ships with nav computers or specially programmed astromech droids that can pick up the signal.  To everyone else, the data looks like regular space background radiation (R2-D2 or other similarly “independently-minded” astromechs might be able to pick up on it themselves, but such droids are a rarity).  All ships on the network can use it to communicate with each other as well as the beacons, and the network can act as a safety tether to track ships’ locations and to call for help in the event of emergencies. 

A line of beacons could act like a "trail of breadcrumbs" or “railroad tracks”, and allow ships to safely and efficiently navigate through the Unknown Regions/The Chaos without reliance on a Force User, since all the beacons working together transmit real-time data.  The beacons are dropped in clusters so that if one becomes damaged, the others in its group can cover for it until repairs are completed.  If all the beacons in any given cluster are disabled, a star destroyer is dispatched to the nearest other beacon cluster on the “trail”, then uses jump-by-jump navigation to get to the beacons’ last known location to investigate. 

One of the primary purposes of the Empire of the Hand’s Explorer program is to drop these beacon clusters as they go, using their own powerful sensors to plot "microjumps" through hyperspace (journeys of less than a light year) and creating trails of beacons as they, well, Explore.

To a lesser extent, Navy vessels also drop beacons, though they usually follow the paths the Explorers establish for them.

Also, because Explorers create these beacon trails, when they get in trouble, they can signal the nearest Star Destroyer for help, and by "following the breadcrumbs", the Star Destroyer can arrive at their location much faster than they would be able to otherwise.

Similarly, established “beacon tracks”, like that down “Thrawn’s Cut” between Watchtower Station, just outside the border with the Chiss Ascendency, and Nirauan, can make travel between these points far faster and more efficient than traditional hyperspace routes, since the nav computers need to spend far less time checking their routes, instead following the paths the beacons tell them to.  Such “tracks” connect all the major systems in the Empire of the Hand. 

Hyperspace Beacons’ Strategic Benefits:

Hyperspace beacons can also be used in the “known” regions of the Galaxy to give the Empire of the Hand a navigational (and thus strategic) advantage, letting them carve their own paths around and through known systems of interest, regardless of established hyperspace routes.  Probe droids can be delivered by jump-by-jump scouts (often Explorer ships) to the outskirts of a solar system, which, as established earlier, are usually ignored.  The droids are small and independent enough to travel well into a system on their own, then go into low power mode (which subsequently makes them extremely difficult to detect), to wait to activate their beacon signal, which Hand ships can use to jump into (and out of) a solar system well away from established hyperspace entry/exit points.  

As was utilized in the Honoghr mission, where a probe droid was used to find the asteroid in the outer solar system, which would be sent on a collision course to the planet of the race that murdered Grand Admiral Thrawn

"Nightfall of the Final Day"

This technique, the “Faro Ambush”, was first developed by Admiral Karyn Faro for use against enemies of the Hand and later saw extensive use in the Far Outsider War. It is very similar to the “Thrawn Pincer” technique, which uses interdiction ships, only it does not block off entry/exit to and from hyperspace.  It is thus not used to trap enemy forces, but to just get the jump on them.  It is not a technique that can be used on the fly – it requires planning.  However it can be used to devastating effect against hit and run targets, allowing attacking ships and fighters to come in from a course not expected by the enemy.

Systems of interest within New Republic, Imperial Remnant and Chiss Ascendency space have had their solar systems “seeded” with probe droids on stand-by, so that the Hand Navy can jump in and help if needed. 

Cultural Ramification of Hyperspace Beacons:

Unlike in “Lesser Space”, where star systems form economies and coalitions spanning  tens of thousands of cubic lightyears, often advertised as “Galactic” in scope, the space-farring cultures of the Unknown Regions, or as its inhabitants aptly put it, “The Chaos” are usually a lot smaller in scope of area and influence.  This is because in order to navigate the ever-changing hyperspace hazards safely, they are forced to rely on Force-capable navigators.  Most cultures use the Pathfinders or similar navigational guilds, comprised of Force-Sensitive adults who choose to hire out their ability to navigate.  Most only use their ability to communicate with the Force (Great Presence, Third Sight, etc.) strictly as navigators, with no training or interest in the further abilities demonstrated by the Jedi, Sith, and other Force-using groups of Lesser Space.  However, there are notable downsides to the use of essentially mercenary navigators:

Rarity.  Force users comprise of a tiny minority of any given population.  Navigators are correspondingly rare, and thus can be quite expensive to hire, and may not be available on short notice. 

Security.  Despite most navigator guilds’ guarantees of client confidentiality, many cultures do NOT wish to use hired navigators for military or otherwise sensitive missions, preferring to use their own loyal people, who, because of the rarity of Force users, may not be available.

For the Chiss Ascendency especially, where the ability to sense hazards through “Third Sight” is limited to only a tiny number of pre-pubescent female children, (known as “sky-walkers”) this is a severe strategic weakness, and that is before addressing the ethical problems with the sky-walker program.  The girls are taken from their families, with their memories erased, and used as child labour aboard Chiss Expansionary Defense Fleet ships, usually only being allowed to interact with their assigned caretakers, who are often far from nurturing.  The Chiss are well aware of how terrible the program is, which is why it was kept secret from the general public, with only CEDF bridge officers, high-ranking members of the Syndicure, and the perpetrators of the program even aware of its existence (officially speaking, at least).  There has only been one known instance of a sky-walker keeping her abilities past early mid-age, which suggests the children are overworked to the point of burn-out. 

Despite “improvements” said to be made to the system in recent years, the children are still often abused, isolated, and not given the time for a proper education nor for social development.  It is still essentially child slave labour, completely against the “light of civilisation in the Chaos” that the Chiss Ascendency portrays itself as.    

As stated earlier, a huge advantage of the Hyperspace Beacon Network, especially in the Unknown Regions/the Chaos, is that it allows navigation through that chaotic third of the Galaxy without relying on Force Users, or any kind.  The Empire of the Hand’s ships, from Explorers to Navel vessels, down to civilian transports, do NOT have to hire expensive, liable navigators nor rely on literal child slaves. 

During a diplomatic visit to the Chiss Ascendency, the Empire of the Hand’s chief diplomat and Heir to the Empire, Princess Mitth’andor’randeth – Andorra – offered to outright give the Chiss Ascendency hyperspace beacon technology, saying, in a public forum, that by setting up their own beacon network (which does not even need to be connected to the Empire of the Hand’s), they could finally eliminate the need for the sky-walker program.  Princess Andorra claims had been unaware that the program was secret when she exposed it to the Ascendency publicly. 

Princess Andorra, the Heir to the Empire of the Hand, daughter of Grand Admiral Thrawn and Empress Xelarra

The Ascendency declined at the time, but due to the political ramifications of Princess Andorra’s revelation, the Empire of the Hand is confident that they will eventually change their position. 

In the meantime, the Empire of the Hand offers refugee status to any sky-walker, would-be sky-walker and their families or caretakers who manage to seek refuge with Empire of the Hand forces.  Once on Nirauan or another long-standing Hand world, they are granted the same educational opportunities as any other child, and are given a special gift from the Empress herself, a comforting and low-maintenance pet ysalamir.

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RWBY Fanfic Idea

Long time no see, huh? Hope you are all doing well.

So, it's been a while since I watched RWBY Vol9 and we got those epilogue bits and pieces, and I'd like to propose an idea, that for me might have made the show a tad more interesting (Nothing wrong with it essentially, I am just dying for some time travel angst. But that's what fanfics are for).

Because our main heroines find themselves in a journey of self discovery in what seems to be an alternate sub-dimension within the world of Remnant. And then they return to the exact point in time and space where they were supposed to be, missing for a few hours or days pretty much.

So what if, and I say what if, that wasn't the case? What if time flowed differently in the Ever After?

Well then, we have three delicious angst and drama filled scenarios.

Case 1

It works pretty much like Narnia did. I don't rly care much for Salem I must admit, but let's say our heroines get stuck there for a few years. A decade or so. They learn to adapt to the Ever After and its ever-changing tumultuous nature, they make a life for themselves (Perhaps as 4 guardians, each for a season, or a point in the horizon) and become more a family than they ever were. Because all they have from their world is each other. And they learn to function as a unit, never far from one another, always knowing, always caring, always pushing each other to new heights, becoming better and more in sync. And they form this deep intrinsic knowledge of each other, with each duo (and I mean all duos, not just the partner pairs) having its own quirks and habits. So yes, they are a team, yes they are partners or teammates, or girlfriends, but at the same time they are something more, something you cannot exactly put in words.

And somehow, someday they find a way out. The tree finally accepts them or idk what. And when they return to Remnant, they end up in Vacuo, when they left and...they are kids again. They are 18 and 20, instead of 30 and 32. Their bodies feel wrong. Too awkward, too small (R:Ugh, do I have to be the shortest one AGAIN?) cause they aren't theirs anymore. And Yang might find herself tracing across a scar that Blake doesn't have anymore, Weiss' eyes lingering on the missing chunk of an ear that magically is whole again, and rejoicing at looking in Ruby's eyes. Both her eyes. And Ruby can see her teammates, her family, whole again without any scars to show for what they went through, but for those engraved in their souls.

But for the people outside this neat little arrangement, RWBY fell to their deaths, and miraculously returned a few days after, but they came back wrong. There is something stiff and worn in he edge of their expressions, like they have seen too much, like they know too much, and have lost what little innocence they had left. There is danger glinting in their eyes, steely and cold, and downright unsettling. They are different, there is no denying it. They seem more mature, as people and as huntresses, knowing things only experienced huntsmen faced with impossible odds would.There is this aura following them too, one that screams danger and demands respect.

Weiss seems more authoritative than ever before, comfortable in her own skin and creativity, not measuring her worth by her achievements. Ruby is still her optimistic self but she is more confident and sure of herself, like something within her has settled, and finally found its place, nothing like the lost girl hanging by a thread before the fall. Yang's temperament has evened out. No longer fueled by anger and hurt, but by an unbreakable resolve to persevere and will to protect what matters the most to her. And that's not the past that is long gone, not the old grudges that have no worth left in them, but her team, her family. And where Yang has learned to let go, Blake has learned to hold on, to chase for what she wants, to grasp it with both hands and not let go. To face her fears, the trials and tribulations of growing and changing alongside someone, trusting they will stay, and not run away from the monster. And she has learned to face overcome her own shortcomings, and stay. Even when things get rough .

And then there are their interactions with each other, as if they cannot bear to breathe when one of them is not near, eyes frantically searching for their mirror, for the reassurance that it's all okay. The impossible training regimes and semblance evolution. They complete each other as if the four are one, and anything less than that would be incomplete. The constant whispers, and wary glances, the countless inside jokes, and meaningful smiles, only they can interpret. The silent communication, the wordless gestures of comfort, gestures too intimate to be discounted at first glance. But they are oblivious to the raised eyebrows, and the questions hanging from the edges of people's lips. What matters is that they are back and they are together.

They are back, and they look the same, but they are not the same people they were before, and while everyone sees it, no one really dares to say anything. Because there are nightmares. And more often than not, a scream will echo in the desolate camp in the dead of night, followed by a gun shot, or the sound of sth tearing, and the four will huddle together, comforting each other with soft words and sweet nothings that make no sense.

They are the same and yet different, and Winter knows it, because there are times Weiss seems impossibly older in her eyes, so much so that she feels like the little sister instead. Qrow sees Summer in Ruby's steely gaze and rueful smile, and Tai's unbreakable resolve in Yang's smirk. (The sharpness at the edge of it reminds him of Raven a few years back, when the girls were still young, and his sister was the biggest Grim-slaying force this side of Mistral, but he doesn't want think about it.) And when Blake meets her parents again, they think she looks worn and tired, her soul too old for the body it's occupying, but she will always be their little girl, and she has come back and she loves them, melting into their embrace as if she was ten years old once more...

Case 2

They are stuck in the Ever After for 10 or 15 years again. Only this time when they find a way out, they don't change back. And then suddenly in Vacuo, a few days after Atlas falls, while Winter, Qrow Oscar, Nora, Ren and the rest mourn all those they have lost, four strange women appear. (The outfits will have obviously changed, unless somehow they wanted to wear the same thing for 10 or 15 years).

The strangers are huddled together, and check each other for injuries first and foremost before even thinking of facing the other people. And when they do, their breaths hitch and they all collectively freeze. Because the strange travelers, those peculiar women dressed in unfamiliar fabrics, covered in a million and one little scars, look like team RWBY.

But they cannot be, they could never be, for Winter lost her sister three days ago, and the white clad woman looking at her with Weiss' eyes, tear-filled and wide, (so much so that the small vertical scar over the left one wrinkles), could never possibly be the little sister she lost.

Winter spares a glance to the rest of the strangers, never lowering her sword, eyes burning with the chill of a wintry fire, and feels more than hears the spring maiden - Raven Branwen, (the woman who had abandoned her family and then had flown in Vacuo as soon as she felt her bond with Yang snap), whisper a half broken "Summer", her first tightening over Omen's hilt, as she took in a sharp breath - the most unsettled Winter had ever seen her.

The strange woman with silver eyes, clad in red and black instead of white, her face so familiar and yet so different, gives her a small rueful, remorseful smile,

"Not quite." she responds and Winter recognizes that tone, different though it was from mere days before.

"Hey, Uncle Qrow." The golden one smiles and winks, and there's something lingering in her amethyst hued eyes, something like nostalgia 'long time no see' and 'I missed you'. She is impossibly tall, taller than the last time Winter saw her, and somehow broader and more muscular. She reminds her of Elm a bit if the other Ace Op was built like a bear and shone like the Sun. A strong hand was settled comfortably over the shoulders of the woman's black and indigo clad faunus partner, bringing her close.

Winter's head reels, and her gaze hops from one to the other, her mind trying to make peace with what her soul already knew. Blake Belladonna's golden gaze (because it could be no one else, standing tall and resilient, long black hair swaying in the hot desert wind, studded cat ears stiff and alert, long graceful fingers wrapped along the hilt of her obsidian colored blade) stays on her. It is sharp and inquisitive, curious, heavy with experience and knowledge, and it weighs on her shoulders, as she remains still with her sword extended, examining the unlikely band of not so strangers.

They were women now. Full grown, and different, nothing like the kids that fell into the void what felt like an eternity ago.

Qrow's half choked "Firecracker?" and Raven's disbelieving curses barely reach her ears as she hones in on the white-haired woman again, letting her gaze linger on the scar on her collarbone and the shoulder length white hair fashioned in a low ponytail not unlike the one she sported herself. Her eyes, blue like the summer sky, and so much brighter than her own were still wide, as if drinking the sight of her, as if she hadn't seen her three days before, Winter's visage being the last thing she saw before falling to the void.

"Winter?" it's barely more than a whisper, and Winter doesn't know how to feel because it sounds so much like her sister and so much like Willow (I hc that of the sisters Weiss is more similar to Willow appearance wise.) that she lowers her sword and collapses on the ground half sobbing her sister's name (I think it would make a great parallel to when she fell and Winter called it out so brokenly... top tier voice acting)

They'll probably call Robyn to verify their story and when they do there will be a loooot of tears and confusion and hurt and pain and anger and DRAMA, so much drama, I think I could right a book abt the Schnee family drama and trauma if that ever happened.

Things will be hard from then and on, because Winter's little sister is now older than her, and she can spy the crows feet starting to appear at the edges of her eyes, and the laugh lines around her mouth, her skin tanner than Winter could ever imagine it would be. She carries herself like a leader, like she never had to step from someone's shadow, much less Winter's own. She looks like she finally knows her worth and has another three people being there for her unconditionally when she needs it. I won't even start on Whitley who lost another decade from his sister's life without either their input, just when he had started bonding with her again, or Willow. Man, I think that Willow seeing Weiss as a thirty something grown woman (that looks so much like her before Jacques, before her own life started going downhill) would warrant a relapse. A big one.

Qrow is probably going to get himself hammered after all this and Raven will join him. Like imagine them looking at a Ruby that is now as old - if not older - than Summer was when she died. A Ruby that looks almost exactly like Summer, but has grown into herself as a huntress and a team leader, that has learned to bear the burden and share it when it gets too much. A Ruby Qrow can no longer call squirt - she is almost as tall as him now, and built with the lean hard muscle of someone that sprints for a living - and Raven cannot underestimate. A Ruby that reminds her so much of Summer, but is so different from her old leader, that has found her own brand of strength and settled into it in ways neither she nor Summer could.

And then there is Yang. Yang that has Raven's face, but Tai's golden complexion and has grown into his strong broad built (I imagine her more like a strongwoman than a calisthenics type of muscular). Yang that does finger-guns at Qrow like she is sixteen, and looks at Raven with little anger in her amethyst hued eyes. Yang that looks so much tired when the chaos settles down, and embraces her team clinging desperately to them, whispering "we are home, we made it", when things get too much for them. That has taken to mothering Nora and the rest of the kids, because they are kids. What for them was 3 days for RWBY was 15 years. And they haven't been kids in a long time. She still has her playful side don't worry, the puns are being served with a Yang.

And last but not least Blake. Blake that has found her home with the others, that has learned to trust and be trusted, that doesn't hide who she is for anyone's benefit. A brilliant tactician, a creative bright mind, a spirit writhed in shadows. Lean, tall, positively feline, a stealthy predator at its best, she has fallen into her role with the others easily enough, and it's plain for all to see that she offers her quiet support, with soft words that cut at the edges and tender embraces with the undertone of protection and support. Blake who ran away from home at 12 (I think) only to come back at 18, and then disappear again at 20. And just the amount of pain the Belladonnas must have experienced losing her for a second time, and then having her appear again, only she has aged another 15 years since they last saw her. They probably feel like their daughter's life is slipping by them, and they'll never rly have enough time with her. Their little girl comes back an independent teenager and then a grown woman, with a bit of Ghira's imposing build and all of Kali's feminine guile. A cat Faunus that moves like a panther, sharp liquid gold eyes honing in every minute detail. A woman whose heart sings of pain and loss, and perseverance and love, a stranger with their blood in her veins they could not be prouder of.

Yeah, that family pain hits hard in this one. And lastly,

Case 3

The gang does stay in the Ever After for a few days indeed, but out in Remnant it has been years. Salem is over with idk how, and yeah our friends go to the blacksmith and everything but when they return to Remnant, everything is different. The world has moved forward and changed without them.

Menagerie is a kingdom now apparently, and has its own huntsmen academy. Ghira and Kali have thrown themselves into making this work, overcome as they were with the second and final loss of their only child. So imagine when they get a call or see Blake for the first time in more than a decade. But their little girl looks exactly the same as she did when she fell, and they are...old. Ghira's beard and hair has been going gray and he's lost some muscle mass, and Kali's proud stature is diminished, and the ever present smile on her lips has barely made an appearance in years. So I suppose it will be painful as heck for them to accept that Blake is back. They;ll never let her go when they do though...So angst, yeah.

Tai will have shut down. He has no one left apart from Qrow. And well I d like to give it a twist here and say that when Raven feels her bond with Yang snap, and realizes that well her daughter is not coming back, she does a bit of a reevaluation of her priorities and either completely loses herself, trying to keep that strength facade, or gets her shit together, cause her brother and ex need her, and STRQ kinda reunites. No Ozpin though, that would be too far. And then Ruby and Yang appear, as old as the day they left, and well... I think Qrow would get drunk, Tai would melt into a mess, and Raven would deny it all. Seeing Ruby and Yang reacting to their family being so old will be interesting. As well as Yang's relationship with Raven given the revelations that yes, her selfish, coward, asshole of a mother actually has a heart in there somewhere.

The Schnees will be again the most angsty I think. I say Willow managed to pull herself from the bottom of the bottle for Winter and Whitley,and took back the SDC and is now on the way to retirement. Winter is the new General, and even has a family of her own perhaps and Whitley is practically next in line for the company. And then Weiss appears. And its a shock. Because Whitley is now older than her. Taller, though still with the dancer's built he sported since he was a kid. Only he has activated his aura and semblance now and has a goatee. And a partner. And a kid on the way.

Winter on the other hand is head of the Atlas military has introduced a bunch of new policies with Robyn and they both work toward stabilizing Atlas and making sure to avoid the whole Ironwood thing. Or well ironwood 2 at this point. And Winter loves Robyn( It's mutual). They are all but married at this point, having spent too many nights with Winter drowning in her own guilt, paralyzed by feelings too big for her heart to contain. Too many desperate moments when things are tight, with Winter gripping Robyn's hand like a lifeline saying that she isn't turning to another Ironwood and that she is doing what she can with whatever supplies she has, visibly relaxing and melting in relief when it flashes green. With Robyn whispering sweet nothings to her ear and Winter encouraging her when things seemed dire, with them reminding each other to take it slow and relax for it to be any different.

Winter has made up with May, and the Happy Huntresses are her own little family, a home away from home. They have probably adopted a bunch of kids probs from Mantle and raise them all together. And then Weiss appears. And it's one of the little ones that notices and asks, tugging at the coat Miss Winter is wearing, asking her why the girl in blue looks so much like her. And then angst I suppose. It would be interesting exploring their dynamic a bit more, especially if we go with the route that Winter helped raise Weiss quite a bit before she left for the military, and how that sisterly/motherly relationship changes- if it does at all - now that her sister is back from the dead. Seeing Winter grapple with her guilt, or her anger years after and all that jazz.

Well, that's the post folks! Let me know what you think! If anyone takes these ideas and actually writes a fic pls @ me so that I can read whatever wonderful things y'all come up with!

Till the next one! Take care and stay hydrated!

[miss-d-tiare]

Last night I dreamed I was in this crazy-ass PS4 videogame where I was Miles Morales.

Everything was from my P.O.V., and I was infiltrating in some secret base but I screwed it so bad some walls started fallind down in a sort of domino-esque way, but then some text appeared in my vision field and told me to press X and jump so I did, and I started running at high speed across the top of the walls where the bad guys couldn't get me lol.

Then I got down and started breaking into their facility, once again the instructions "told" me which controls to press to break locks, kick down doors, etc. but you know when there's a part of the videogame when the bad guys get you and you can't avoid being caught? Well I knew that part would come as soon as I got into the last room of the facility.

So I (Miles) finally get there and the bad guys see me and they start coming after me. I'm completely exhausted and I lean against a wall and slip to the floor, I know "I" will pass out and then a cinematic will roll out after which the game will resume so I'm not actually in danger, but then I see Spider-Gwen coming in first to get me and I'm like "oh yesss I'm saved, she'll get me out of here"

Only that this isn't "my" Gwen (from Earth 65B), is the Gwen from the dimension I'm currently in (but I don't know that yet), this one is working for the bad guys. I greet her, stretch my hand towards her but she's hesitant to take it. Outside of the Miles p.o.v. I know that she's thinking "Who is this guy and why does he acts like he knows me??". She's really intrigued by the fact that someone seems so happy to see her and actually wants to hold her hand </3

In the end she takes Miles hand and he passes out so everything fades to black but her face. As the player, I get the feeling that this Gwen will eventually start to have doubts about the evil guys she's working for, and will help Miles escape, but then... I FUCKING WOKE UP!!!!

I'm soooooo frustrated, I haven't stop thinking about this ever since, I JUST WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!!!! And the videogame POV was simply superb!! I wanna keep playing, dang it.

Can someone pleeeeeeease write a fanfic about this and tag me?? Pretty please TTOTT I'm currently working on another fandom and it's very extensive and demanding for me to switch to these characters rigth now, if you happen to stumble upon this and you see some potential in it please feel free to do it and lmk!! It doesn't need to be like a videogame, I just want the DRAMA.

[dawnofdiscovery]

Heya People! How are you? I'm here to recommend some Tmnt fanfics! (Mainly crossover because that's what I'm looking for the most, I don't know if I'll do this correctly)

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ Crossover 🐢

the question is violence and the answer is pizza by @shoppingcartshells

Summary :

Another one of those crossover stories, wherein the 2012 turtles are all grown up and the 2018 turtles are troubled teens determined to give them gray scales

Chapters: 32 ( not yet finished )

Tots and Interdimensional Space Portals

I don't know if the author has Tumblr but if so please tell me

Summary :

In a last-ditch effort to save his brother when faced with a possibly life-ending weapon, Leonardo threw himself in front of Michelangelo to protect him from the oncoming blast of an advanced Kraang device, not expecting to walk away from the shot unharmed. What Leo hadn’t anticipated happening was being thrown into an opening portal and sent halfway across the multiverse only to be found by four familiar but much younger turtles.

Chapters: 24 ( not yet finished )

The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin by @melonpalooza

Summary :

The Last Ronin survives the fight with Oroku Hiroto. He didn't expect that. He no longer can hear his brothers, and it makes him just a little bit lonely. One day, he finds an old laptop left behind by his late brother. On it is a single messaging platform, filled to the brim with other turtles from other dimensions. They were just like his brothers, yet so different…

Why did his brother make such an invention? For what purpose did he intend for it? And why do these kids keep trying to get him to open up?

Chapters: 44 ( not yet finished )

( The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin also crossovers with other fanfics )

Ghost in the Shell by @bluepeachstudios

Summary :

In one universe, 2003 Donatello disappears from his brother's lives, which leads to the Shredder's takeover and the death of the remaining turtles.

In another, 2003 Donatello appears, and spends 10 years trying to find a way home. Then he sees something he can't imagine; an alternate version of him, Splinter, and his brothers, seeking shelter in the sewers.

Chapters: 31 ( concluded )

( Ghost in the Shell also crossovers with other fanfics )

Double Rainbow (Beyond Space and Time) by @alicat54c @bluepeachstudios

Summary :

When Ultimate Draco sends the turtles across time and space, Splinter meets four little turtles and decides to take them home with him. The boys are delighted by their new little sisters.

Tmnt 2003 xover with Empathy is Learned

Chapters: 20 ( concluded )

Purple Squared by @alicat54c @bluepeachstudios

Summary :

Ghost finds Dannie and his little brothers wandering alone in the sewers after the death of their Splinter, and takes them home with him.

Crossover of Ghost in the Shell by AmevelloBlue and A Different Eldest Brother by alicat54c

Chapters: 20 ( not yet finished )

Connect Four

I don't know if the author has Tumblr but if so please tell me

Summary :

In which a fight goes wrong, but doesn't go catastrophically wrong, and the 2003!turtles find themselves in the Rise Universe. A lot of fluff and family bonding follows.

Two Souls by @virgilisspidey

Summary :

Leo was never lonely.

Sure he has his pops and his brothers and his best friend sister April, but he also has someone else he's known almost all his life.

He's a mutant turtle too, and for some reason, only he can see him.

It's alright, it's not like he wanted to share him anyways.

A rewrite of some of the episodes where 2012 Leo is connected to Rise Leo's soul and acts like a weird imaginary friend

[Part of the Mama Leo Series.]

Cross Dimension Kidnapping (with pics)

by @aealzx

Summary :

After spending some time harassing John Bishop's successor, keeping her from progressing with interdimensional experiments, a message is sent to Raphael (03) claiming that Agent Augustine has custody of his three brothers. Except Don is there watching the video message with him, and only one of the three mutant turtles shown on screen are related to them.

Originally posted on tumblr, short chapter format

Chapters: 27 ( not yet finished )

shaking the latch

I don't know if the author has Tumblr but if so please tell me

Summary :

Yoshi was getting quite tired of running, honestly.

Only a few months out of Draxum's lab, Rise!Splinter finds himself once again among strangers who nevertheless look suspiciously familiar

Chapters: 10 ( not yet finished )

Too Many Turtles by @dysfunctional-doodle

Summary :

In universe 2003, Donnie tries to experiment with the inter dimensional gun the 1987 turtles had given him. Instead, he accidentally creates a multiversal chat room for many different versions of his brothers, and counting.

It certainly makes life…interesting.

TLDR: multiverse group chat between most iterations of the turtles. Starts with 2003, 2012 and 2018 but more are added as I go. 50% plot and 50% chaos.

*now includes the 87 and mutant mayhem boys!*

Chapters: 24 ( not yet finished )

Wedding Bells and Magic Portals by @melonpalooza

Summary :

It had been ten years since they had lost Splinter, the patriarch of their family. But now the Hamato Clan was celebrating new beginnings, including a marriage and the upcoming birth of the next generation. Things never go to plan, though, and the Hamato brothers find themselves in an alternate dimension. Again. Oh, sewer apples.

Chapters: 7 ( concluded )

interdimensional minecraft

( I hope that one day it will return )

Summary :

Another crossover chatfic between the tmnt universes where they teach other how to be a healthy family, except its only some of them, and none of them know its their siblings from another universe, let alone know their acting as a family therapist for each other.

Chapters: 12 ( not yet finished )

Well, I think that's it for now 🤔 I have a few more but as I haven't read them yet I don't know if I should post them or not, I know that some of the ones above are already very well known, but there's no reason not to give them more love, right? Then that's it! Maybe I'll update more when I read the ones I saved (or maybe if some of you want to see it anyway)

( please let me know if you have any errors )

Bye Bye Manos ☄️🐢

[daemonismguide]

Daemon Au guide

Daemon AUs were inspired by the book series His Dark Materials, by Philip Pullman. You might have watched the movie The Golden Compass, or the tv show His Dark Materials. Pullman himself was inspired by the ancient greek practice of daemonism.

Daemon AUs got popularized in fanfic following the books, since they are essentially about talking animal familiars. Thinking of that, I decided to make this guide, to inspire new ideas for your fandoms and fics

Here's some trivia from the series, which you can pick and choose from at your own tastes when making your AUs.

- Daemons are the physical manifestation of a person's soul.

- A daemon's personality is influenced by their human's subconscience, and is often a balance of the human's personality. For exemple, someone more outgoing might have a daemon who is more shy.

- When you're kids, it changes forms between various animals. As you mature into adulthood, it settles on a single one and never changes again. The age can vary from individual, but it's a milestone of growing up.

- The species of the animal they settle as is a metaphor for their person's personality. You can make much symbolism about that.

- Daemons have more fantasy-sounding names that are very different from human names, and often have lots of meaning.

- The parent's daemons name the child's daemons.

- Daemons are usually the opposite gender as their human, but that is not a rule.

- Daemons can talk. Their main role is to talk to and advise their humans.

- Daemons will usually only talk to their humans or between other daemons, but it's not forbidden for a daemon to talk to another human.

- They are not actual animals, and therefore not driven by animal instincts, but they can have animal abilities like hearing, smelling, etc.

- Daemons can't be too far apart from their humans, they walk together at all times.

- When you hurt a daemon, it's human feels the same pain, and vice versa.

- When you kill a daemon, it's human also dies, and vice versa.

- It's the biggest taboo in the series to touch a daemon who is not your own - but sometimes the AUs adapt it to being lesser degrees of serious, or to mean a shared moment of deep intimacy. You can decide what it means for your AUs.

Attention: from here on, the list is heavily taken from the books' lore and worldbuilding, so it may contain spoilers.

- The HDM series has a multiverse that can be travelled across, and the world where people have daemons is only one of those universes.

- Characters from worlds without daemons will get their own if they travel to one who has.

- Daemons, are made of Dust - the most basic subatomic particles that also constitute the universes, and they grant sentience and drive to living beings. When when they die, the daemons scatter away into a pile of Dust.

- There is a ritual that makes it possible for people to walk apart from their daemons. In the series, the Witches do it as a tradition, even if it's described as being very emotionally painful. But then once it happens it's over, though.

- Another way to do it is separating from your daemon while a living person at the Land of the Dead - the dimension all people go when they die, and where daemons are not allowed.

- The ritual of separation is different than cutting off someone's daemon. In this case, the soul is separated from the body, rendering both human and daemon mindlessly traumatized, never able to be a full, complete being again.

[albondiguilla007]

Harry meets the Mauraders fanfic recs

Ok, so this list was born after I read the beautiful fic called The Devil’s White Knight. It’s about Harry traveling to an alternative universe where Voldemort was killed in his youth, where his parents are alive and his whole life played out differently. He still has his memories though, and a whole lot of trauma, so he goes through a journey of getting to know a family that loves him unconditionally while struggling with everything else.

I was obsessed to say the least. I started looking for similar fics that gave me the same feelings and that explored Harry’s trauma and power as the key to Voldemort’s defeat, and how he fit into his new life. Thse are some I enjoyed a lot.

- [ ] Devils White Knight: 65k, complete: Please give it a try. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6854605/chapters/15646567

- [ ] To make it better: 175k, incomplete: It’s Drarry, Wolfstar and Jegulus. How beautiful is that? It explores Harry’s mental health and his alcohol addiction post war. Honestly breathtaking. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39312627/chapters/98377947

- [ ] In Another Life (I would make you stay): The Potters are from Pakistan. Harry’s alter ego stays in his mind like an annoying Jiminy Cricket. He has a little brother. 112k, complete: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19903207/chapters/47142952

- [ ] Across the Universe: 3k one shot told from James’ point of view. It’s a shame its not longer, this one hits all those sweet spots for me. https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4180686/1/Across-the-Universe

- [ ] To be Human: 80k, incomplete: In the middle of Bill and Fleur’s wedding Harry is called into another dimension by suspicious forces. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47583439/chapters/119924326

- [ ] Potter by any other name: 85k, complete: After the war Auror Harry gets in the middle of an attack on Diagon Alley and suddenly appears in front of Auror Mad-Eye Moody and Auror James Potter. He lies about his name and decides to help them. The family feels were strong on this one. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39836340/chapters/99738360

- [ ] The Incalculable Power: 76k, incomplete: So so so SO good, Draco and Harry travel back in time to the Marauder’s time in Hogwarts. They are intrigued by the new transfer students. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28632333/chapters/70181604

- [ ] Stunning Shifts: 106k, incomplete: During a publicity stunt, Harry and five others are sent to another world where a well timed Stupefy made all the difference. As Harry looks for his peers and a way home, another Harry investigates the odd arrival of his doppelganger. https://archiveofourown.org/works/552828/chapters/985108

- [ ] You’re somebody else: 54k, incomplete: Harry escapes Malfoy Manor and appears in the middle of the Potter’s home. He is freaked out to say the least. https://archiveofourown.org/works/36528937/chapters/91094224

Let me know if you’re intersted in more recommendations! I’ve been reading a few similar fics.

[maddieautobot273]

Silk & Cologne (50)

A Miguel O'Hara x OC fanfic - link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 50: Marvel - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC

Words: 5.3K+

Warnings: PG-13 for mentions of previous physical/sexual abuse, violence, and intimate soft fluff.

Summary: After a lovely dinner with her mother, Lisa blinks and it's time to perform for Marvel Day!

Special thanks to my friend Tikoy on discord for beta reading!

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“Oh, I’m so excited for your show! You know, growing up she was a huge fan of all those comic book superhero type things,” Janet smiled. 

After exploring the different vendors and stalls for the first day of Marvel Day, by sundown, Miguel and I treated my mother to dinner at a nearby restaurant. The food was great, and thankfully it seemed like my mother had taken my words to heart, making an effort to talk to Miguel. As the night progressed, the pair seemed to be hitting it off so far and I was very relieved.

Keeping his true identity a secret, Miguel went with the original cover story we came up with back when we were chatting with the police after the first fight with Chameleon. Miguel explained to my mother that he worked with an indie tech company outside of the city, and that due to his office’s grueling schedule, we both talked it over and decided instead of ‘driving’ back home whenever we did have time together, I offered for Miguel to spend the night at my place to let him rest. He left out the vise versa of me staying with him at his place, as he sympathized with my mother’s worry about dating again, and we both agreed the idea of me traveling to another dimension to spend it with a guy would definitely freak her out even more. 

“Oh, I’ve noticed,” Miguel offered me a side eye’d glance with a smug grin. “A certain comic collection?” 

“It was just the one time, Miguel,” I rolled my eyes as I played with my food. 

“Oh are they about that one guy. . . The one who wore a suit and flew around. You know, the guy they got to play him for the movie was very handsome, though nothing like you, Miguel!” my mother mused happily, her eyes widening at the idea of her daughter’s old childhood interest resurfacing. “What was his name sweetie?” 

I thought I was going to faint as my cheeks flushed, elbows on the table as my hands covered my face to block out Miguel’s teasing expression. “Tony Stark’s Iron Man, mom. . . Robert Downey Jr.,” 

“Really now?” Miguel raised a curious brow, sipping his wine.

“Yes, that’s the one! Lisa had a massive crush on him growing up,” Lisa’s mom giggled. 

“Mom!!” Lisa gawked at her.

“We all did, dear, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Janet reassured me with a motherly grin. “Honestly, I personally think the films have gone down hill since they killed him off.”

“Ah, ah, careful mom,” I pointed a cautious finger at her, my lips forming a playful grin. “Even the walls have ears.”

While I’m pretty sure she was safe and the chances of other patrons in the restaurant having also come from Marvel Day were slim, I relished in the little friendly payback I got when my mother had quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard her. As I continued eating my dinner, I couldn’t shake off the feeling I was being watched. 

“On that note, I’m going to make a quick trip to the ladies room,” Janet excused herself from the table, sitting up before she scurried across the room. 

When she left, I was reaching for my wine glass when I sneaked a glance at Miguel and noticed him staring. “What?”

“Are you alright?” He asked me.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I shrugged, rolling my shoulders as I adjusted my posture. “I’m used to my mom embarrassing me by now,”

A ghost of a smile coursed through Miguel’s lips before they thinned into a firm line. “I was referring to your friends,”

“My friends?” I repeated, turning to face him as I lowered my fork. 

“You were practically glued to your phone earlier today while we were at the hotel until your mother snapped you back into reality,” Miguel gently reminded me, although his voice carried a stern demeanor. “Plus I noticed them leaving you while I waited in line to grab the coffee, especially Kasey.”

My expression softened into a saddened state as my back hunched. “Right, that. . .”

“Lisa, is everything alright with your friends?” Miguel asked me,with concern, his arm reaching out to rest along the back of my chair. 

“Mostly, yeah, it’s just Kasey I’m worried about. . .” I sighed, staring down at my plate.  

“Have you two not spoken since your fight the other day?” Miguel asked, his voice gentle as he tried to not sound overly probing. 

I sighed again, deeper this time. “No,”

Miguel shared his own sigh, shaking his head. “Alright, I know I asked this earlier, but. . . what did Kasey say to you during your fight?”

My pupils went wide at the question, and if I wasn’t already hunched over and we weren’t out in public, I would have curled up into a ball right there and then. “It’s embarrassing. . .”

“Perhaps, but I can tell that it’s clearly been bothering you,” Miguel stated. “Come on, Mona, you’ve always said I can talk to you, so let me return the favor for a change,”

I was hesitant at first, humming in disarray as my gaze flickered between our plates on the table. Long fingers curled around my chin as Miguel gently coaxed me to look up right at him, his thumb brushing along my skin. The look he gave me made me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle. 

“Talk to me, mi corazon,” His voice pleaded softly. - my sweetheart 

I gulped as his hand lowered from my chin. “Just. . . promise me you won’t freak out?”

His pupils dilated, his head pulling back slightly as if to process my request. He nodded. “I promise,”

“Okay,” I nodded gently, looking around briefly to make sure my mother wasn’t coming back yet. “Well. . .”

I leaned in closer towards him and Miguel reciprocated, angling his head so he could hear me over the bustling chatter of the restaurant. 

“Kasey asked me. . . if ‘it was that good’,” I whispered to him, recalling the memory in my mind as I cringed at the thought. 

I could literally sense the moment it registers in Miguel’s mind, the meaning behind those words. His cheeks turn red, whether from anger or being flustered, I couldn’t tell exactly as Miguel pulled away. His fingers curled into the wooden chair, taking a deep breath to compose himself. “Now I understand. . .”

“Are you mad?” I asked him nervously, reaching a hand out to engulf my hand over his in a comforting manner. “Please say no. . .”

Miguel managed one more calming breath, breathing through his nose as his eyes closed shut before opening again. There was the tiniest flicker of his brown eyes shifting to red then back to brown again. “I’m not mad, Lisa, just. . . upset that you went through that alone,”

A small weight was lifted from my shoulders as I sighed in relief. 

“But I also remember you saying that she didn’t mean it, but that it still hurt to hear,” Miguel added as his hand turned over, his fingers curling around my own and squeezing my hand tightly. “What did you mean by that?”

Now more than ever I wanted to shrink into my chair, to stand up and run and hide. But Miguel’s thumb gently rubbed along the skin of my hand, his eyes patiently staring as he waited for me to answer. My cheeks flushed as I fumbled for the words. 

“Well, because. . . we haven’t, you know. . .” I ducked my head down into my shoulders, my cheeks now burning as I noticed the recognition in Miguel’s eyes. “So when she just assumed. . . I snapped. . .”

“I see,” Miguel responded gently, squeezing my hand. 

“I apologized to her earlier, because I didn’t know what she had been going through in her private life and deep down I knew she didn’t mean it. She said so long as our performance tomorrow goes well, in the nicest terms, we’re square, but. . .”

The memory rewound itself in my brain, playing like an old record over and over again. God, I felt so fragile at that moment. Just like I do now. 

“. . . Is that something you want, Lisa?” Miguel suddenly asked me. 

He reached over with his free hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from my face and tucking it behind my ear as I looked up to face him. 

“What?” My voice was barely a whisper. 

“Is that something you’d like to try and. . . pursue with me?” He asked more confidently, “Not now, of course, but in the future?”

My eyes widened at the thought, the idea of Miguel and I being physically intimate with one another. Everything we had tried and done up to this point was. . . magical, as corny as it sounds. But it was the truth. 

“I. . . I would love that, Miguel, but. . .” I smile softly at him before it falters into a frown, my voice hesitating. 

“What’s wrong, Mona?” Miguel asked me, that look of patience never faltering from his face. 

“Nothing! I mean, nothing involving you, of course,” I reassured him with wide eyes as I squeezed his hands. “Miguel. . . you have been so patient with me with this. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve your affection. You’re just. . . amazing, and yet I make myself hesitate because. . .”

Miguel didn’t say anything, his head tilting to the side as his fingers brushed down my hair again. You’ve been so patient with me. 

“When it came to our relationship, Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . .” I shuddered, lowering my face in shame. 

I could feel the muscles of his hand twitch as Miguel froze. 

Same old Lisa, so snarky and stuck up.

Going to leave a stain here with that Captain America looking buffoon like you did with me in Korea?

I shuddered at his previous threats, my mind filtering back to old memories. I swallowed nervously and without realizing it my hand came up and brushed along my neck as if I sensed someone else’s hand wrapping around it. Threatening to tighten its grip and make me choke. 

I could feel the body heat that radiated from Miguel’s body gain closer in proximity as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “We don’t have to discuss this further if you’re not comfortable. But when you are, I’ll be right here,”

A single stray tear raced down my cheek as I willed myself enough courage to look back up at him, his token of affection releasing me from the dark pit I was falling in. “Thank you, Migs. . .”

“Shall we discuss something else to lighten the mood?” He suggested. 

A tired sigh escaped me, “Yes, please, before my mother sees me,” I reached over for a napkin to dry my cheek. 

Miguel allows me the moment to compose myself as he reaches for his glass. “Tony Stark?” He raised an almost judgemental brow in my direction. “Really?” 

I nearly recoiled as I grabbed my wine glass. “Miguel O’Hara, you’re not jealous are you?” I matched his demeanor, leaning back into my chair as I swirled the wine in my glass. 

“‘Jealous’ is a strong word,” Miguel rolled his eyes. “What do you like about him anyways?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, he’s funny, and I think his suits are cool,”

“Okay, but without the suit, what made Stark so likable for you?” Miguel glanced over at me with a genuinely curious expression, trying to mask his jealousy. 

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist,” I grinned, sipping my wine. 

Miguel immediately shot me a look, eyes widening.

“Don’t give me that look, he said it!” I gaped, trying to hide my snicker.

“Oh he’s a philanthropist alright,” Miguel muttered into his cup. 

I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Easy, guapo, you are way better than Tony Stark. You take off your suit, who are you, Miguel O’Hara?”- handsome

“You mean other than a guy who goes commando?” He whispered in my ear with a toothy grin.

It took everything in me to not spit my drink out, again. “You know what I mean,”

Miguel snickered, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Genius, trillionaire, and a handsomely charming philanthropist,” he grinned. “You are stroking my ego so much tonight, it’s honestly adorable,”

“Well first impressions, meeting the parents and all, I know it can be stressful,” I sighed gently as I set my wine glass down on the table. “Just trying to keep your spirits high,”

“Mona Lisa, I’m having a wonderful time. I like your mother, she’s a lovely woman,” Miguel reassured me with a soft expression, his mind beginning to wander as his gaze drifted. “It’s just. . . having another mother figure appear in my life after my own wasn’t exactly. . . the best,”

Something tugged at my heartstrings as I lifted my head up from his shoulder, concern pulsing in my eyes. Family trouble? “Are you okay?”

After briefly hesitating, Miguel nodded his head. “Yeah, it’s just going to take a moment for me to. . . adjust is all. But I swear to you, I enjoy your mother’s company,”

“I’m glad,” I smiled up at him, squeezing his shoulder. “But if you do ever feel uncomfortable at any point or need to step away, you can tell me, okay?”

Miguel’s smile curled as he leaned in, kissing my cheek. “I promise,”

We smiled warmly at one another before returning to our food. 

“Well, all this talk of Stark did make me think of a little passion project of mine,” Miguel’s lips curled into a ghost of a smile. 

“Oh?” My eyes perked up. “What kind?” 

“I had an idea for another suit,” Miguel mused. He quickly peeked over his shoulder to make sure no one was watching them or coming up to their table before he pulled back the sleeve of his jacket, revealing his gizmo. He tapped the screen, revealing a small holographic projection of a schematic for the new spider-suit. “Still nanotechnology, but the protective material would be an armour plating,” 

“. . . Is the colour scheme red and gold?” I offered him a playful smirk. 

Miguel shot me a look as if I just insulted him and his genius brain, finding comparisons to the comic book hero simply to annoy the shock out of him. 

Try as I might, I couldn’t hold back my laughter as I lowered my hand from my mouth, “I’m joking, Migs!”

Miguel scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully at me. “If you must know, I was thinking of a white, black, and red colour pallet. This will make Stark’s suit look like a tea kettle,” he grinned.

“That’s a big claim,” I grinned, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“I’m sorry, who did you say was your favourite again?” Miguel gave me a knowing look, as the projection vanished and he leaned into me, wrapping his arm around my back.

“You are, Miguel. My genius, trillionaire, charmingly handsome philanthropist, and Spider-Man,” I smiled, my hands snaking up his chest and caressing his neck. 

“Thought so,” He grinned. 

“Getting cozy again?” A familiar voice approached us.

Miguel’s eyes glanced up suddenly and his pupils went wide. He quickly stole a kiss from me before pulling away, returning to his seat. “Nothing too scandalous.”

Janet sat back down in her chair, giving me a teasing look before she picked up her fork. “Reminds me of back during my work days, I had dinner with Bon Jovi and his wife one night. Couldn’t keep their hands off one another,”

“Mom!” My cheeks flushed as I hunched into my chair. 

My mother erupted with laughter and Miguel’s own hearty chuckle quickly followed after. I looked over at his face, seeing the way he smiled. After realizing how much I loved seeing him smile, I laughed along too. 

//////////

Miguel’s P.O.V. 

After dinner with Lisa and her mother, Janet, they escorted Lisa’s mother back to the hotel she was staying at. Miguel smiled softly as Lisa hugged Janet tightly, saying her goodbyes. It made him reminisce on what might have been with his own mother. 

“I had so much fun tonight,” Janet’s smile was practically beaming as she pulled away to cup Lisa’s face. “Don’t forget the extra suitcase I brought for you, and get plenty of sleep for tomorrow.”

“I promise, mom,” Lisa smiled back, playfully rolling her eyes at the reminder. “Old habits die hard.”

Janet nodded at Lisa before pulling away completely, and looked over towards Miguel. Miguel immediately stiffened, snapping to attention when Janet approached him. To his surprise, she offered him her hand. 

“It was very lovely meeting you, Miguel,” Janet offered Miguel a genuine smile. “I can certainly see why Lisa likes you.”

“Aww, mom. . .” Lisa’s cheeks flushed, rubbing the back of her neck as she looked off to the side. 

Miguel couldn’t help it as a snicker escaped his lips, shaking his head. He reached over and shook Janet’s hand, offering her a warm smile in return. “It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Mrs Kend– ah, Janet, sorry. Lisa has always spoken highly of you. You’ve raised a wonderful woman.”

“I would certainly hope so,” Janet smiled as she glanced over at her daughter with a teasing look. “I didn’t go into early labor for nothing, you know!”

Lisa’s eyes went wide. “Mom!”

“I’m teasing, dear,” Janet’s lips curled wider as she snickered. “You’ll make sure my sweet Lisa gets back home safe, Miguel?”

Miguel couldn’t help himself even more as he laughed, bringing a hand up to his mouth to calm himself down. “Of course, ma’am. I always do,”

“Such a gentleman,” Janet squeezed Miguel’s hand briefly before pulling her own away. “I’ll see you both tomorrow!”

Miguel could still feel his heart pounding in his chest as he drove Lisa back to her apartment. From all accounts, it appeared he had gotten Lisa’s mother’s approval. She genuinely liked him, and that statement alone made Miguel feel so over the moon with relief. 

He helped carry the suitcase into Lisa’s apartment, setting it down on the couch with a grunt. It was surprisingly heavy. “What’s even in here?”

“When my stay in Korea was extended for the foreseeable future at the time, mom packed extra goodies from home for me to try and combat the homesickness,” Lisa explained as she began to unzip the suitcase, pulling the lid open and she gasped. “Oh, yes!!”

“What?” Miguel stepped closer, peering over her shoulder. “What is it?”

It couldn’t be new clothes, she has a closet full of them already. Was it spare medkits? More household items she’ll need to make her everyday life easier?

None of the above. 

“Mama came in clutch!” Lisa squealed, clapping happily. 

The suitcase was filled to the brim with books, video games and a gaming console. 

“No puedo mas,” Miguel grumbled, face palming as he shook his head. - I can’t even 

“Hey, what’s with the judgy face?” Lisa retorted as she grabbed a handful of books, setting them aside. 

“If my brother were here and he saw all of this? If you two are friends now, after this you two would be insufferable,” Miguel huffed, slouching on the couch next to the suitcase.

“Is he a gamer?” Lisa asked with a curious twinkle in her eye as she started to pile the games onto the coffee table. 

“Well he’s not called the ‘King of Virtual Reality’ for nothing,” Miguel shook his head, coming off as a disappointing gesture, but deep down, he was actually proud of his brother’s work. 

“Why didn’t he say so before?” Lisa’s eyes widened. “I should invite him over for a game session sometime,”

“Oh no, I hardly get to see you with these new security measures in place,” Miguel stated as waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “I ain’t sharing.”

“And who’s idea was it for said new security measures?” Lisa narrowed her eyes towards Miguel in a teasing manner.

Miguel rolled his eyes at her as Lisa started to lift the gaming console out of the suitcase and set it by the TV. Miguel’s back straightened as he sat up, watching her fiddle with the console’s wiring. “What are you doing?”

“Setting up the console,” Lisa answered, glancing over at him.

“Um, no?” Miguel shot her a questionable look with an eyebrow raised. “You promised your mom you’d get enough sleep for tomorrow’s show, it’s almost 11pm,”

“But video games!” Lisa sulked, a soft whine escaping her. “I haven’t played this for over a year,”

“Nope,” Miguel exclaimed, shooting up from the couch. “Bedtime,”

“Miguel, what are you–?!” Before Lisa could say anything else, Miguel suddenly scooped up Lisa in his arms, throwing her over his shoulder as he hooked his arm around her waist to keep her from falling. “Miguel!!”

“Don’t make me tattle on her,” Miguel grinned, snickering. 

“Miguel, put me down!” Lisa gawked, laughing as her hand smacked against his back. 

All Miguel did was laugh in response as he stalked over to Lisa’s bed, pulling back the curtain. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Miguel reached for Lisa and carefully laid her down on the mattress. His hand cradled the back of her head as Miguel set her down, smiling down at her. 

“Now be my smart girl and get ready for bed, please,” He emphasized, his hands now on either side of her head. 

Lisa’s cheeks flushed at his close proximity. She sighed, looking up into his eyes. “Fine, only because you said please.”

“Thank you, mi Mona Lisa,” Miguel’s face softened as he chuckled, his fingers brushing some hair away from her face. 

As he looked at her, at that moment all he could think of was the one question he asked her during dinner.   

Is that something you want? 

The idea of getting to that point with her. . . Going all the way. . .

It caused Miguel’s heart to burn, turning his blood hot as he stared at her with such love and longing. But he also knew that he couldn’t rush into it. As tender as this moment was right now. 

Ji-Ho left more than just mental scars, Miguel. . . 

That arrogant bastard. Miguel swore an oath to himself right there and then, that when the time came when Lisa felt she was ready to be physical with him, he’d make it special for her. He promised himself that he’d make up for the precious lost time and wasted memories that befell on her. Miguel would do everything in his power to make it so magical, the very essence of that k-pop wannabe will be erased from Lisa’s mind for the rest of her life. 

Miguel lowered his head, first kissing Lisa’s forehead before his lips trailed down her face. His soft touches made Lisa squirm, giggling before his lips finally found hers. The kiss he planted on her lips was slow, tender and sweet, and judging by the enamored gaze Lisa was giving him, the look he gave her as he pulled away sent chills down her spine. 

As it did for him.

“Your mother isn’t the only one looking forward to seeing you on that stage,” Miguel grinned as he pulled away. 

Lisa’s eyes widened, sparkling in delight as she sat up. “You’ll be there,”

A portal opened up behind Miguel as he offered Lisa a proud grin. “I wouldn’t miss it for the multiverse,”

////////

Lisa’s P.O.V. 

I barely slept a wink last night. It was a mixture of excitement, anxiety, and the overwhelming urge to just scream that kept me up. Even now as I stood backstage, preparing myself to walk out on that stage in front of all of those people, and on live television for the first time in so long, I wanted to scream. It was finally happening. 

I took one more peek past the curtain, watching as METRO BOOMIN who had just moments ago walked out on stage to introduce himself to the crowd, hyped them up with this upcoming song. His new song, the one that my friends and I would be performing to. I scanned the crowd, and smiled when I saw two familiar faces. 

Miguel and my mother. 

My fingers curled, holding my fist close to my chest. This was for them. For Miguel, my mom. . . and for dad. I looked up into the sky, wondering if he was watching me right now. But perhaps not just them. . . if Jin was watching too, I could show him how much I’ve grown since camp. 

Footsteps caught my ear as I lowered my fidgeting hands and turned, finding my friends approaching me. We were all dressed in our spider costumes. We worked hard, we practiced and we trained for this very moment. To show the world what we could do. 

“Is everyone ready?” I asked them, trying to sound encouraging. 

“You bet!” Hannah cheered.

“Let’s rock their socks off!” Touga cheered, his brother jumping up and down to psych himself up. 

I looked over towards Kasey, who had decided to remain quiet since our last conversation, at least towards me anyways. From meeting up with the others to get to the venue before the event security guards invited the public, to changing into our costumes and doing our warm up exercises, she hadn’t said a word to me.

She looked between the three of us before nodding softly. “Let’s do it,”

I offered her a soft, small smile as I extended my fist. “Webslingers on 3?”

One by one, they brought their fists into the little circle, our knuckles brushing against one another. “1, 2, 3, Webslingers!”

We shot our hands into the air, laughing and cheering. 

“Alright ya’ll, this is a brand new song I got in store for tonight, and I won’t be doing it alone. Give it up for New York’s very own. . . WEBSLINGERS!” METRO BOOMIN’s voice echoed through his microphone. 

“That’s our que!” Hannah’s cheery voice sang as she ushered us to move. 

One by one, we made our way out to the stage, the audience showering us with welcoming applause. After offering bright smiles and wide waves, we each took our positions on the stage before I signaled METRO that we were ready. 

“Let’s get to it!” He cheered. 

///////

Miguel’s P.O.V. 

A chorus of violins coursed through Miguel’s ears, playing a pleasant and angelic like melody. One by one, spotlights shined on Lisa and her friends as they began to move, as if they were being whisked away like clouds. 

“Not done fightin', I don't feel I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feeling like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”

The bass kicked in, and the crowd began to howl and cheer in anticipation, getting a feel for the rhythm and the beat. Miguel swayed with them, glancing down at Janet who had a proud look on her face, eyes watering as she couldn’t steer her gaze off of Lisa, and never could he. The song, its lyrics, its melody, entrapped them.

It was as good as Lisa had promised him it would be.

“I'm still fightin' (Metro), I don't feel I've lost

Am I dreamin', is there more like us?

Got me feelin' like it's all too much

I feel beaten, but I can't give up~”

The crowd cheered as the lights kicked back up again, Lisa and her friends literally jumping into the next set as the electric drums pedal guided them with the beat. Lisa and the girls hung back while the twins Toya and Touga stepped up with their duo choreography. 

“Uh, wakin' up, feelin' like the thankful one

Count up my ones, lacin' up my favorite 1's

One of a kind, one of one, the only one

Got one shot and one chance to take it once~”

Their movements were so fluid, for a brief moment Miguel wondered if they were even truly human. The crowd cheered them on as their bodies seemed to swerve, leaning into their next set of moves. His gizmo started to go off, and he almost didn’t notice it due to the strobelights and the loud bass pounding in his ears.

“Kiss my mama on the forehead, 'fore I get the code red

'Cause I was born, bred to go in, toast red

And swing by four-ten, beef patty, cornbread

In the concrete jungle, where my home is!”

As Hannah jumped in to join the twins, Miguel glanced down at his gizmo. He noticed Spider-Byte’s caller ID and his eyes flared. He brought his wrist up towards his face, his finger swiping left to answer. “Margo?”

“Miguel, the scanners are fluctuating again, they're off the charts!,” Margo’s voice filtered through the com-link, filled with worry. “I think something big is about to happen,”

Miguel’s eyes immediately began looking around, his infrared scanner embedded into his sunglasses powering on. “Lyla, where is everyone?”

“Pinging you their locations now!” Lyla’s voice echoed in his ears as one by one, Lyla located Spider-Noir, Webslinger, Gwen, and Peter B. Some were hiding among the cosplay crowd, while others were covertly among the shadows. 

He initially had only asked Spider-Noir and Webslinger to keep watch. But Miguel had a weird gut feeling in the pit of his stomach. A feeling that kept nagging him all night that something just didn’t sit right, and that this wouldn’t go well. 

He hated being right. 

“All get focused, all range of toast is

The nickname, Mr. Keen-To-Do-the-Mostest

I was livin' down bad in my folks crib

Now I'm laughin' to the bank and the joke is (no way)

Did more things than folks did or folks get

We've been gettin' this fly since some poor kids

My rich friends and my broke friends co-exist

They love to mix and we know what it is~”

What sounded like lightning crackling, followed by a loud roar of thunder caught Miguel’s ears as his gaze immediately shot upward into the night sky. Just above the Statue of Liberty, sparks flew as before his very eyes, a portal opened up. 

Oh shock! 

“Team move in,” Miguel commanded. “Lyla, call in backup. Send in anyone you can get a hold of!”

/////////

Lisa’s P.O.V. 

The sound of a loud crackling of thunder and lighting made me jump and the music came to a screeching halt. My friends and I looked up towards the sky, in fact everyone did. My body froze, standing in shock as I watched a multiversal portal open up above us. 

But not from the Spider-Society. 

“AYO, EVERYONE EVACUATE!” METRO BOOMIN yelled out into the crowd. 

Harry. . . he was back, only this time he wasn’t sending a Russian spy to take me in. 

Toya grabbed Hannah, pulling her to the back of the stage. Touga reached for me, but I leapt out of his grasp as I went straight for Kasey, as she stood as calm as the wind, observing the portal with an almost blank stare. 

“Kasey!!” I called out to her.

When she slowly turned to face me, her hand reaching for her cheek, I froze in place, Touga right behind me. 

“Well, Miss Lisa,” Kasey’s lips suddenly curled into a dark smile as her fingers dug into her skin. 

The gasp that left me felt like I had been punched in the gut as Touga instinctively grabbed me, stepping in front of me as I watched in pure horror as Chameleon ripped off the face mask and removed his disguise. 

“Mr. Osborn’s stage is finally set, and it’s time to put on the show,” 

Kasey. . . where was Kasey?!

“What. . . where is she?” I was desperately searching for my voice as the crowd shrieked at the man now standing before them. 

Chameleon laughed at the question, tossing the face mask aside. I could hear Hannah screaming from behind me, Toya hugging her tightly. Toya muttered a curse in his native tongue, eyes widening, but he didn’t falter. 

Not even when Chameleon whipped out a gun and opened fire directly at him, and in that split second, I blanked out. 

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