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Momonga did not wait for Yggdrasil to close on his throne, deciding before shutting down the servers to test the world object he bought at an auction for a bargain price. How much of an impact would a solitary relocation have on a former office clerk, to an unknown, yet eerily familiar, world from old movies and photographs? Momonga does NOT know canon! Nol! Nazarick No!Slash
The last thing Danny was expecting was having some government agents showing up in town wanting him to help them save the world on a team of heroes. Should he accept? What would be so important that people would come to someone that the rest of the world saw as an evil being for help?
What happens when Danny starts to notice something is not right with Loki. Like his mind is clouded. What if Loki was not in control of his own actions? What if everything is not as it seems? In the invasion in the first Avengers movie, Nick Fury asks Danny to join the Avengers initiative and help stop Loki.
(This story will continue past the plot of the movie.) Danny Phantom Avengers crossover. Cross-posted on ao3 and FF.
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Here is the fifth chapter. Oopsie daisy! Looks like the muses had their say, and it turns out that the evil 2012 iteration of Leonardo is basically just the Rise version:
Hello everyone!
I am so excited to share my first work in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fandom with you! While I am a huge fan of the 2003 iteration, I have chosen to set this story in the 2012 iteration, as it fits best with the storyline I have envisioned. But do not worry—if you enjoy this, I will be posting a story set in the 2003 universe later on, so stay tuned!
This story is a loose adaptation of the City Fall arc from the IDW comics, tailored to fit the 2012 cartoon's setting. Here is the link and summary:
Title: Little Dark Age
Summary: After a devastating defeat by the Shredder during the Kraang invasion, Leonardo is captured and subjected to the dark machinations of the witch Kitsune. Bewitched and scarred, Leonardo is made to believe that the Hamato Clan is the architect of his suffering, convinced they are responsible for years of psychological and physical abuse. When Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo return to New York, they are horrified to find their presumed-dead brother now a vengeful and far more powerful adversary as the chunin of the Foot Clan.
Link 🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57918355/chapters/147434158
Dont make it weird
A slightly more edited version of a fanfiction I can made awhile back! You can find the original post on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/users/moonshiiinee :) my requests are open, and I'll be currently reposting some slightly edited versions of my previous AO3 fanfics and other things! I hope you enjoy 🖤
Wednesday hated color. It really did feel as though she was allergic to it. Whenever such bright excessive color wandered upon her eyes, she could feel an immediate headache come up on herself. Now, it wasn't as though color itself was a problem. The problem was how bright and ornate such people decorated with colors. People like her roommate. Just a whole mess she was, really. Her appearance was one thing - neon highlighter nails, mismatched dyed hair, migraine inducing stupid clothes - but her bed. That was a whole other matter. The bedsheets were always some annoying bright color, her stuffed animals in ginormous heaps of eye watering fabrics, and the thing she hated most. The fabrics, sashes and curtains flung across the ceiling. Lemon yellow, bubble gum pink, blood red, sky blue. There was absolutely no rhyme or reason, and even looking at Enid's side of the room gave Wednesday pain in her eyes. What Wednesday never realized was how obvious her discomfort was. And one day, when Wednesday came to her dorm a bit later than usual from Beekeeping club, she was surprised to see a new sight.
A black sheer curtain on Enid's side of the room.
It dulled the color, and made it so much more bearable than it previously had been. In a weird sense, it reminded Wednesday slightly of her mother's room. Her very own Mother had sheer black curtains around her windows and bed. Wednesday nonchalantly turned to Enid as best as she could, trying to act casual and managed to meet her eyes, something she usually struggled with. She found maintaining the eye contact much easier through the curtain. "What's with the curtain?" Wednesday asked. Enid blinked. "Well." Enid's gaze turned to look at her computer, and she began typing furiously. Wednesday could tell she was just smashing gibberish. "The color was bothering you" Enid mumbled, not bothering to look at Wednesday. Wednesday thought about it, and then immediately turned on her heel and walked out. The favor would be returned.
Wednesday didn't have much money. Unfortunately, she had been cut off by her family in order to learn about the struggles of capitalism. It was effective. But she had just enough money. Just enough to get something for Enid. She would have to forego her Sunday evening Quad, but oh well. She would bare her Sunday of writing with pure resilience of a writer such as Machiavelli. But the thing was, Wednesday was having a hard time deciding what to get Enid. It was a hard decision, as she was stuck between two things. One item was a horridly disgusting "squishmallow", a plush style of toy she had seen scattered throughout Enid's room in multiple styles. And the other item being a pack of fluorescent glow in the dark nail polish. Finally, Wednesday relented to herself and got the nail polish, as it seemed to be a more useful gift for Enid, who never went a day without colorful cuticles. As she was paying for it, she felt the irrational thought poke the back of her brain that Enid wouldn't like her gift. Of course- that thought was ridiculous. Enid would be happy if Wednesday gave her a toothbrush. Somehow, the thought stirred a mixture of feelings in Wednesday's chest.
Back at her dorm, Wednesday felt a slight panic rise to her cheeks when she heard Enid enter the room. Her fingers had stilled on the type writer slowly, her gaze zoning in on her black nails. Hearing thing's quiet tapping of interest didn't help. Wednesday listened to Enid's footsteps, and then stiffened when she heard the rustling of Enid picking up the nail polish that Wednesday had settled on her bed. "Wednesday?" Wednesday nearly knocked down her crystal ball, and quickly set it back to the right place, glancing away from her reflection. "Y...Yes?" Wednesday muttered, feeling her eyes glance quickly around the room, even though her back was turned to Enid. "Did Yoko drop this off?" Enid asked. Wednesday rubbed her fingers over the smooth, comforting texture of her crystal ball. Did Enid really believe Yoko could have thought of such a thing for her? "No." She answered, tapping her nails, making a pleasant sound on the cool glass of her crystal ball. "I. I did" she managed to choke out, swallowing nervously. "You did?!" Squealed Wednesday. "Yes" said Wednesday, sounding all too sincere for her liking. "I saw the disgusting neons and I knew no poor soul but you would enjoy it, so I took it from the shelf so nobody else would have to see it" Wednesday breathlessly got out quickly, thankfully souring the good deed with the back handed insult.
Enid squealed once more, though Wednesday did not know what this squeal meant, as Enid's squeals ranged depending on the situation. This was a squeal she had never heard before. Enid rushed to her side of the room, and jumped on Wednesdays bed. She rolled onto her belly, and snapped her head up to grin at Wednesday. Wednesday quickly turned her head. "Thank you thank you thank you!!" She sung. Wednesday could feel a flush settle on her cheeks, and frowned deeper. "Don't make it weird" she hissed, already turning to look back at her typewriter keys and pretend to write to hide her blush, although she was ruining her novel with jibberish as a play to keep looking cool. "Oh, I will" giggled Enid. Wednesday's upper lip might have risen in pride at Enids smile from the corner of her eye but she quickly hid that too, and continued to work on the Love interest for her novel.
Time for a shameless plug, but here is another contribution to the Top Gun fandom, a 2.9k angst (hurt/comfort, because im not a monster) fic centering about Mav and his grief process
Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Danny Fenton & Bat Family, Danny Fenton & Ghost, Danny Fenton & Gotham, Danny Fenton & Amity, Danny Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Danny Fenton & Jason Todd, Danny Fenton & Damian Wayne, Danny fenton & Tim Drake, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson Characters: Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Gotham - Character Additional Tags: Flowers, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, flower shop au, Gotham City - Freeform, Gotham, batfam, Bat Family, batkids, graves, ghost - Freeform, Talks of Death, revival, graveyards, teas, Gifts, flowers as gifts, calm, soothing, Happy Series: Part 1 of Flowers growing on Gravestones Summary:
Sometimes we don’t have the words to speak, our emotions getting the better of us, and instead, we can’t help but shout and scream. Or cry. Or stay silent.
It’s hard to speak sometimes.
But sometimes our emotions can be conveyed by the simplest of things.
A flower gifted to you can hold the most profound meaning no words can ever express.
And sometimes, those flowers can convey emotions beyond the grave, for both the living and the dead.
Sometimes we just have to hand over the words we long to express.
(Or a Dp x Dc flower shop au at your services)
hi, i'm a newbie to tumblr so I don’t really know how this works, but I wrote a new part for my unhinged series :) go check it out!
Wattpad and Archive of Our Own
~ Greetings, everyone! Wishing you all a happy and healthy new year! I just wanted to share my other accounts where I post my work! The following links can be found below!
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Thanks to everyone who has read and shared my stories! All of you are very much appreciated by me!! <3 ~
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The High Republic: Light of the Jedi - Charles Soule, Star Wars: The High Republic: The Rising Storm - Cavan Scott Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Loden Greatstorm, Gardulla the Hutt, Stellan Gios Additional Tags: Alternate Timelines, Mutual Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Eventual Fluff, Work In Progress Summary:
What if Anakin Skywalker was born 200+ years earlier in the timeline? What if he was raised in the Jedi Order of the High Republic? What if he was able to get the help he needed to save himself from the Dark Side?
And what would be the consequences?
I just read this and now all I can think is how much better it would be.
The author deserves more kudos.❤
So this cool story has sat for years and I just got around to editing it. Remember this good little sketch of a guy? Love him. That's Ridge:) He's in this fic. Give it a read if you like. Or are a board. Whichever:) Thank YOU in advance if you do! Much love and Best regards.
Suit and Shades
by Anboringday
A year after the gruesome demise of Martin Madrazo, Tracey DeSanta is free to live the happy life she always wanted with her loving husband, Franklin Clinton. But her life is far from ordinary. She has a secret passion: fighting crime, and her close ties with a certain devilishly handsome federal agent threatens to destroy every relationship she holds dear. (Sequel to Curious Hearts)
Why we never saw a Supercorp kiss
or
Supergirl - The Documentary
You probably don't wonder why we never saw a Supercorp kiss on screen. 'The CW are just a bunch of cowards, Jessica Queller is homophobic' and many other things may come to your mind.
The truth, my dear reader, is far beyond.
So follow me though the leaked documents and audio recordings to one short, but meaningful snapshot of the evening of 11/9/2021 in Kara Danvers', the real Kara Danvers, apartment.
Notes: My sources are well protected and while you are reading this, I already have left the solar system - nobody wants to mess with a Luthor, not even me.
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"Supergirl
Final Episodes 'The last Gauntlet' and 'Kara'
In the epic series finale, Supergirl (Melissa Benoist) and the super friends take drastic action after a loved one is kidnapped by Nyxly (Peta Sergeant) and Lex (guest star Jon Cryer). An unlikely ally steps in to help the team. Meanwhile, Alex (Chyler Leigh) and Kelly (Azie Tesfai) prepare to walk down the aisle, and we finally get to know the circumstances around the epic interview in which Kara Danvers (Melissa Benoist) reveals her secret identity as Supergirl."
Kara puts down her phone. She wrinkles her forehead, 'Supergirl - The Documentary' it must read. Why don't they add it?" and turns to Lena, who is sitting next to her side wards on the couch, her legs laying across Kara's thighs. Kara rubs Lena's shins, which makes Lena look up from her book, which consumed her the last hour.
"Mmm," Lena smiles at Kara, "sorry, I was in an alternative universe, what were you talking about?" Kara winks, "Yes, you were far, far away, I watched you, you are so cute when you read. I literally can see your mind wandering around." Lena smiles back gently, grabs one of Kara's hands which is still caressing Lena's, in black leggings dressed legs, and leans forward for a loving kiss. They have been together for quite a long time, but the kisses still feel wonderful as ever.
Keep on reading here, or on AO3.
"I was reading out the synopsis of the last episodes of the documentary which the CW made about me and us," Kara summarizes, waving a hand circling in the air. "But I don't understand why they always let out, that it's a documentary series. People might think that it's fiction." She pouts, leans her head to the side. Lena shrugs her shoulders, "Everybody knows you and everybody knows that it's a documentary anyway. Maybe the author of this synopsis was just lazy."
Kara's face lights up again, "Anyway, today is the finale. People get to know the circumstances how I decided to reveal myself as Supergirl. What do you think about the whole documentary?"
"Uh, actually, I didn't pay that much attention to it," Lena answers. "There were always so many rumors about me and my family and I figured out that it didn't help my business and development to think about it, so I hired a lawyer who takes care about, that the rumors stayed within reasonable limits." Kara nods in acknowledgement and hummed approvingly. "And I rather spend my free time with you than with other people's opinions," Lena winks at Kara and leans in for another kiss, gentle and intimate.
Kara pulls away, leaving Lena with a kissing face in the midair, and started to pout playfully, "So you don't care that The CW made me a short haired redhead?" Lena wrinkles her forehead. "And they made you a barbie cutie?"
"Kara, what are you talking about? The actresses for all of us are very well cast. Melissa Benoist and Katie McGrath could almost be our twins. The makeup artist even put your scar on her face." She places a kiss on the exact spot between her eyes.
Kara grins superiorly, "Got you, you did pay attention to the documentary!" Lena shakes her head, smirks and raises her hands in defense. "Yeah, ok, you are right, I paid a little attention to it." She puts her elbow on the back of the couch and leans her head in her hands. "You know, it's kind of strange to watch other people play one's own life." Kara nods approvingly.
"I couldn't watch the episodes which dealt with me being in the Phantom Zone, I still have nightmares sometimes." Lena gently smiles at Kara and cups her face with tender caresses, "I know." - "But it was worth it, to show that even superheros can have PTSD and mental health issues, so nobody must be ashamed of it." - "Absolutely, but they didn't give it a proper frame," Lena jumped in, "that was negligent."
Kara exhales deeply and eases again. She frees herself from her sitting position and moves herself to the side of Lena, cuddling in her arms. "They revealed so much from our story, which was fine and was agreed, but I am happy that they didn't reveal us being together. Our last bit of privacy." Kara snuggles in closer, her nose at Lena's neck, inhaling her scent and placing soft kisses on her warm skin. Lena smiles and sighs, "My lawyers would have made their lives worse than the Phantom Zone." They chuckle. Kara continues, "I was in a bit of a shock when I heard, that the audience started to create the shipname 'Supercorp' for us and started with imagining us being together." Lena covers her face with her hands, "Yeah, my first thought was that somebody has leaked something, but after rewatching some episodes, it was clear why they came up with it. The actresses kind of invented on-screen chemistry. I think that was the point, when The CW started to become terrified, so they let our characters stress as often as possible the 'fact' that they are 'friends', 'best friends'." They chuckled again. Kara adds, "Actually, I don't think that anybody believed it in the end."
"I can't blame them either, but I wouldn't want our night after your sister's wedding to be seen today in the documentary," Lena winks, trying to take a glance at Kara's eyes, but she is hiding her face on Lena's neck. Suddenly, Lena feels Kara's tongue on her skin. Warm and wet, which ignites a delightful tickle in Lena's stomach. Kara looks up, cheeks slightly redden, "No, me too, but I want to see how you looked like in that night again."
"Now?" Lena's breath deepens, looking into dark, longing eyes of Kara.
"Now!" was all Kara had left to answer...
~~~~~
Supergirl - The Documentary.
From how Kara Danvers became Supergirl to the legendary interview in which she revealed her secret to the world.
All 6 seasons out now on DVD and Blu-Ray.
One Timeline - A Transmedia Hypertext-Fiction
Lena was furious.
She slammed her Keyboard down on the desk, turned to the side and put her feet up on the table. There she sat for some moments. Arms folded, brow furrowed and angry, "All these shitheads," she said to herself. This was one of the few days when nothing seemed to go right.
She was waiting for an important report from her science lab about their research in stabilizing artificially created quantum entanglement, but her inbox remained empty. Flu was rampant in a kindergarten of some of her employees, and although she was a Luthor and knew what her mother and brother would have done in such an event, she vowed never to follow in their footsteps and deny them the care of their children. At least those children were home, safe, and not in danger of being eaten by a hostile alien. This was just top news: A vicious alien is taking a kindergarten hostage.
Either way, it wore her down. Quantum technology was a field to conquer, and she was definitely going to conquer it before Maxwell Lord. LCorp was going to be the first company to build a quantum computer and make it available first to companies and then to everyone. But there's still that issue with the amount of quants needed to verify a proper solution. And they were also stuck with transferring the tasks of a conventional computer to quantum technology. Lena felt they were close, and it bugged her tremendously that they couldn't continue for these idiotic reasons. She really needed to spend the next few days down in the lab to get things moving in the right direction. And then there was that crappy little tweet from Maxwell Lord's company website:
Lena wished she had magic (how could she have known that this wish would soon become reality?) or her girlfriend's superpowers, or at least enough strength to crush the mouse in her hand. She hated Maxwell Lord.
After a few minutes of sitting there, punishing the wall with angry stares, she began to relax a little. Maxwell Lord's tweet was pretty short, and if he had really managed to do something like that, he would certainly have shown more of it. At least some pixelated videos of his progress. So the whole thing could be a deliberate maneuver to push his stock to get more money for his research.
Lena decided to call it a day and reached for her mobile phone. She wanted a pleasant distraction. She opened her messages and sent a text to her beloved Kara.
What do you think she will send to Kara?
A: read here B: read here C: read here
Or start at the very beginning.
I just posted a new chapter of ‘A Poisoned Apple and a Red Rose’ on ao3 and I really love this chapter so here’s a snippet of jegulus interaction that I was quite proud of:
He scanned the blue gray sky above the pitch, remembering he was supposed to be looking for the snitch. He glanced down and saw a glint of gold hovering next to where James was explaining about passing. Regulus dived, shakily, towards the snitch, taking the few seconds it took to get there to convince himself to reach out and wrap his and around the snitch. He pulled up, almost falling sideways from the unexpected way the broom stopped. He was breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through his blood. He looked up and found he was so close to James their noses were touching. He held the snitch out for James, “It’s done now, right?” he said his breathing misting in their faces. “Yeah, yeah it’s done now.” James swallowed and Regulus could see the motion of it. He snapped his gaze back up to James’ face and looked around at everyone staring at them like they had grown two heads. He shoved the snitch into James’ hand and dropped to the ground like a stone, clambering off the broom clumsily, before storming off. His friends followed behind him, confused and silent.
If you liked this then maybe you should check out the rest of the fic.
A Poisoned Apple and a Red Rose by LilHan20 on ao3
does whatever a spider can (except feelings, those suck)
A work I did a couple years ago and am thinking about starting up again - let me know your thoughts :) any feedback is appreciated!
Read on AO3: does whatever a spider can (except feelings, those suck) (4421 words) by writingbyraine
Waiting to get lunch with his unofficial superhero partner, Izuku didn't expect to be teleported into another reality with his kind-of-sort-of-not-really-boyfriend. Especially to a reality where they were kind-of-sort-of-rivals-but-also-friends.
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“What the fuck?”
Izuku heard his own voice ring through his ears. His eyes couldn’t leave the group that stood in front of them. Underneath his mask, his mouth fell agape, words failing him. His eyes darted from person to person, instinctively counting them until his eyes fell upon, well - Kacchan. His hair was the same spiky blonde and his eyes the same piercing red, but he was a bit shorter and his shoulders weren’t quite filled out yet. “What the fuck.”
“We don’t want to cause you any harm,” a man came to stand in front of the group, long black hair falling in front of his eyes, “but we need you to identify yourself and your status as a hero before we can deem you safe.” It was Mr. Aizawa. He wasn’t in his usual lab coat and goggles, instead decked in a long black coat and yellow glasses that seemed to be used for protection? A white wrap was twisted around his neck multiple times, framing his chest. He definitely did not look like he was leaving his lab. Izuku couldn’t remember the last time that he’d seen Mr. Aiwaza’s hair down like that, either. He’d always seen it pulled back from his eyes and the chemicals that had burnt off his ends one too many times.
Next to him was Kacchan, and standing behind him was Kirishima, hair a bright red. He was dressed in next to nothing but pants, it seemed, but all red. To his left was Todoroki, who looked as impassive as always. A new scar adorned the right side of his face, covering the entirety of his eye.
“I don’t like repeating myself, young man.” The man said in the tense silence. “I-” In his attempts to speak, Izuku was stunned silent again as another figure made their presence known from behind the man who he thought was his chemistry lab professor. “What the fuck-”
“You’re not going to get anywhere if you keep saying that.” Mr. Aizawa interrupted. Izuku couldn’t find it in himself to listen, though, because standing directly across from him was him. It was himself, clad in a green suit, looking fresh from a fight. He was staring back at himself intently, as if he was reading into every thought rushing through his head.
“What’s your quirk?” Kacchan asked, arms crossed over his chest. It looked to be a bit of an uncomfortable position, given the large bolsters connected to his forearms. Quirk? Quirk - like, something weird about him? A fun fact? He could tie his shoes in less than ten seconds, and he thought that was pretty cool. He often used it as a party trick.
“Does it have to do with mimicking voices?” The blonde continued asking his questions, and the more he did, the less he sounded like Kacchan. His Kacchan. Where the hell was he? He had been right next to him a few seconds ago-
“Bakugou, if you could leave the questioning to me-” Mr. Aizawa tried to interrupt, but just as Izuku’s Kacchan would do, he doesn’t give him the chance.
“This asshole sounds just like Deku.” Deku. When was the last time he’d heard that name? Two - three years ago? Probably when he had taken on the name Spider-Man.
“Something feels weird.” He hears his voice, but it doesn’t come from his mouth. His eyes fixate back on his other self, his eyebrows furrowed and determined. Did he always look so focused? Thoughts, aside, he agreed. This felt really weird.
“I won’t ask again, sir.” Mr. Aizawa said. He leaned back on his right foot, his hand readied at his side. “What’s your quirk and affiliation as a hero?” His eyes started glowing. They were glowing - jeez, that red could rival Kacchan’s. He was glaring at him in a way Izuku had never seen his professor look at anyone. A spark of fear made itself known behind his ears. His fingertips started tingling, warning him of the danger incoming if he didn’t act now. “Wait!” He called, hands stretched out. Did he unmask himself now? Would that do more harm for outing him than setting whatever crooked record they have here straight? Kacchan, Todoroki, and Mr. Aizawa already knew about his secret identity, but would it be worth revealing to Kirishima? But why didn’t they recognize him now? Why were they asking him who he was, when he had just seen them all yesterday? Why did he not totally recognize any of them?
“Wait,” he said again. His hand slowly reached for his mask, showing them that he wasn’t doing anything threatening. As soon as his fingers slipped underneath its crease, he yanked it off, hand following back to the spot it had to show his surrender. The group in front of him fell silent. Exactly as he had been able to hide under his mask a minute ago, their mouths dropped and their eyes scanned him deliberately. “I’m not sure what’s happening here,” he started, “and I have no idea why you’re asking me these questions, but we don’t have to fight about it.” Mr. Aizawa seemed to pause to take his words into consideration. He looked back at the other Izuku, as if they had switched places to fool him.
“Deku,” he called, “did the villain touch you at all during your fight just now?” The other Izuku didn’t speak for a moment. He tilted his head and opened his mouth to speak, finding nothing. “Deku.” Mr. Aizawa called again. “Did you hear me?”
“Y-Yeah,” he said, and Izuku tensed at hearing his own voice again. “I was hit along the shoulder. It drew blood, too. It’s been patched up since then.” Mr. Aizawa turned back to him, the Izuku (maybe he was the other Izuku but didn’t know it - oh jeez, he didn't have time for this), eyes no less accusing. “What’s your name?”
“Izuku Midoriya.” He replied honestly. “And your Shouta Aizawa, and Eijirou Kirishima, and Shouto Todoroki, and Kacchan, and,” he paused to look at himself, “me.”
“What more can you tell us about yourself?” he asked.
Izuku hesitated this time. “You're not the people I know. I don’t know who you really are and what you want, but I’m not just going to throw around information to people who happen to look like my friends. Are you sure you’re not trying to undermine me and tell the whole world my secret identity?”
“What secret identity?” Kacchan spoke up this time. “What use would you have for a secret identity when you’ve always wanted to be number one?”
“Number one at what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Silence followed. He felt like he had said something wrong.
“The villain we just took down has a quirk like we’ve never seen before.” Mr. Aizawa broke the silence. And there he went again about quirks - they must be something important in this world. Something special to be celebrated? Like those anti-bullying posters always said? Honestly, Izuku was bullied and he turned out fine. “Their touch can affect the state of different realities.”
“In what way?” Kacchan asked.
“We’re not sure. That’s all we know about their abilities. They are currently being taken into custody for questioning.”
“Sensei,” the other Izuku spoke up, “are you saying that- that this is the result of another reality? Like - a world where the people are the same but different, living different lives but still being us?”
“It’s a theory.”
“That was a quick theory.” Izuku interjected. “But that explains why my senses are going berserk right now. And why you all look slightly different. And why there’s two of me? The multiverse is not well studied but that doesn’t mean it’s not studied at all.” Izuku’s posture straightened a bit as he began derailing their situation. “All we know is that there is a high probability that it exists because of the radical tension between particles in our own reality. I’ve actually tried testing some of these theories in my own lab, but I haven’t found a lot of concrete evidence to back up any claims. Plus, you mentioned that someone might have had a power that altered reality? We’d have to look into how that affects the relationship of realities in the first place-”
“Take a breath, Zuku. You’re gonna pass out.” He turned, following the familiar voice that had interrupted him and finding his Kacchan standing in his suit, emerging from the shadows. There was the voice he knew.
“What the fuck.” The other Kacchan muttered under his breath.
“I agree, though.” Kacchan took a place next to him, showing Izuku that he deemed this environment and group safe enough to relax. “As fucking crazy as another reality sounds, it’s the only reason I’ve got. Unless there’s some wacko with freak powers that make duplicates of people that don’t look exactly alike.”
“What the fuck.” The other Kacchan said louder this time.
“Yeah, say it again and maybe you’ll process it.” Izuku’s Kacchan said with an eye roll.
The other Kacchan wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Were you just hiding in the shadows this entire time? How fucking creepy are you-"
"I was being tactical, asshole." Kacchan bit back, crossing his arms tightly across his torso. He nodded towards Izuku. "Watching Spidey's back."
"Tactical my ass-"
“Okay, before we have two Bakugou’s fighting,” Aizawa stepped in between the groups, hands outstretched, “we’re going to have to detain you.”
“Detain us?” Kacchan repeated in disgust. “Why us, and not y’all? How do we even know that you’re not in our world right now?”
“I was getting there, before you interrupted me.” Aizawa mumbled something under his breath after that, and Izuku caught something about being “just as annoying”. “We just finished a battle with a villain who’s quirk deals with reality altering. We did not change locations, rather, we saw a flash of light, and then your Izuku. Can you say the same?”
Kacchan stared at him for a moment, gaze intense, then looked to Izuku. Izuku looked back at him. “I was in the back alley and now I’m in this building. I think Sensei’s words add up.”
“I agree,” Kacchan said to him, “but like hell I’m being detained.”
“What if we just surrender our weapons?” Izuku asked, trying to find a compromise that would satisfy Aizawa while keeping Kacchan at bay. He saw Kacchan’s jaw clench from the corner of his eye, but he knew he wasn’t going to protest against it.
“That would only work if you were to specify your quirks to us, assuming they aren’t the same as our reality’s Midoriya and Bakugou.” Aizawa answered.
“Yeah, what the fuck are quirks?” Kacchan responded. Izuku knew that he was getting irritated by the way his eyebrow twitched. Fair enough, they were about to get lunch before they were blasted into another fucking reality.
“What-” This seemed to make Aizawa hesitate. Izuku and Kacchan shared a look of confusion.
“Are you talking about weird things we do?” Kacchan spoke up. “Because I have a whole list for Spidey over here.”
“Kacchan, no.” He interrupted, glaring at the taller. “I don’t think that’s what they mean!” He was blushing, and he wasn’t quite sure why. There were too many Kacchans staring at him at that moment. Collecting himself, he shook his head and held his chin in his hand. “Earlier, they didn’t know about secret identities. The other you asked why I would keep my identity secret if I had always strived for number one.”
“So you think there’s a ranking of super heroes here?” Kacchan interrupted.
“Which would imply that everyone, at least almost everyone, has some sort of power?” He turned to the group across from them, looking to himself for reassurance. “And these powers - those are quirks?”
“Well you worked that out fast.” Kirishima said. Izuku chuckled, “Just context clues, I guess.”
“Nah, he’s just that smart.” Kacchan interrupted, ruffling his hair. “Kacchan, stop!” Izuku all but screeched, swatting his hands away while trying to hide his blush. In his frenzy of embarrassment, he didn’t realize that all eyes in the room were widened, watching the two of them interact. His other self even had his mouth agape, and the other Kacchan had his eyebrows furrowed.
“Why’re you looking at me like that, extras?” Kacchan had noticed it, too, then.
“Yeah, okay.” Aizawa seemed to be fighting off a headache. “Your quirks, powers, whatever. What are they?”
“I can’t die, and he’s a spider.” Kacchan answered for both of them.
“What the fuck do you mean you can’t die?” the other Kacchan asked. His shoulders were tight against his neck, Izuku recognized his unease at the uncertainty of the situation.
“Well, I do technically die, but I come back to life.” His Kacchan responded. “Until the day my age takes over.” The group was silent, so Izuku decided to speak up. “I was bitten by a radioactive spider, so now I have spider-like abilities. Hence the spider in the middle of the suit.” He looked down at the black spider sketched into his chest.
“Wait, you were given your powers too?” The other Izuku asked. “Well-” he started, but Aizawa interrupted him. “Questions later. Hand over your weapons and we’ll take you back where we can sort this whole thing out.”
Izuku took off his web shooters hesitantly. He realized that he was the one to come up with this idea, but he wasn’t sure how much trust to put into someone he thought he knew. He turned to Kacchan, who was watching him. They stared at each other, conversating through their eyes. Izuku looked back to the group, willing his spidey-sense to activate. When the expected tingling sensation never came, he turned back to Kacchan and nodded. With that, Kacchan sighed exasperatedly and reluctantly handed over his utility belt and katanas.
“Are those fucking swords?” The other Kacchan asked.
“Do you do anything but ask questions? I thought that was Zuku’s job.” His Kacchan bit back. “I could ask you the same thing about the fucking bombs on your hands, dude.”
As if on cue, Izuku started walking towards the pair of reality jumpers. “I have so many questions - this is so cool!”
“You think this is cool?” Kacchan responded with a raised eyebrow. “I’ve got two Izuku’s now.”
“Kacchan, stop!” Izuku said embarrassingly for the second time, slapping his shoulder. “We don’t want to mess with the multiverse.”
“What, I can’t appreciate what the universe has given me?” He smirked in response. His eyebrows followed in a suggestive wiggle.
“Wait,” Kirishima piped up from a few feet away, “Are you flirting with Midoriya?” He seemed to find this astonishing and hilarious at the same time, hand unsure of whether to cover his smile or not. The other Kacchan stood next to him, face beet red and eyes wide.
“Don’t tell me you’re dating him in this reality-” Kacchan gasped dramatically, “what kind of best friend would you be then?”
“No! No,” Kirishima was chuckling now, hands waving off the suggestion, “I’m not dating Midoriya. I’ve just never seen -” he looked towards his reality’s Kacchan, who watched him with daggers. He stopped in his tracks but couldn’t hold back his amused gaze. “You just act a lot different than our Katsuki.” He let a laugh out this time, “Mina is going to flip, dude!”
“Shut up.” Kacchan replied sternly.
“Wait,” Izuku shook his head, turning to the other him, who was now profusely red, “your Kacchan doesn’t act like that with you?” He seemed to track his eyes over Kacchan, but not his own. He refused to turn around and look at him. “Yours does?” He squeaked.
“Oh man, this is going to be fun.” Kacchan chuckled.
“And that’s where I interrupt to say that our ride is here.” Aizawa interrupted, much to the relief of both Izuku and Kacchan from this reality. “Bakugou Two, you’re sitting next to me.”
“Why am I number 2?!”
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The car was just as awkward as Izuku had thought it was going to be after their differing dynamics were acknowledged. He had taken the liberty of sitting on the other side of his Kacchan, Sensei Aizawa on his other side as planned, just so this reality’s Izuku didn’t have to deal with him. This didn’t stop him from trying, though.
“So what’s the deal with you, then?” Kacchan asked his other version, who was sitting directly across from him. They both sat with their legs spread wide and arms crossed over their chest, but Izuku’s Kacchan sat up straighter, more confident in his actions. This reality’s Kacchan hunched over with a permanent blush spread across his face. It was a new sight, but not necessarily an unpleasant one.
“The hell do you mean by that?” He said to his counterpart.
“What’s your problem with Izuku?” Kacchan asked again, just as blatantly. “You two got beef? Have a nasty break up?”
“Why are all of your assumptions under the idea that we’re romantically involved?” The other Kacchan all but screeched, blush spreading to his ears. Izuku watched himself as well, who was fully hiding his face under his hands. He was more red than Kacchan was.
His Kacchan chuckled. “Are you not?” He raised an eyebrow. “If so, that brings me to my initial question of what your freaking problem is.”
“Kacchan, we’re not even romantically involved.” Izuku decided to butt in and save the duo before their skin melted off their faces.
“Not yet.” He responded, giving him a wink. Izuku rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Let’s hop off them for a bit, yeah?” Kacchan scoffed. “Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.” He responded, leaning back into his seat, and closer into Izuku’s side.
“I am so confused.” Kirishima said. He had a place in between this reality’s Kacchan and Izuku, effectively shielding them from each other. Todoroki had taken the offer of being in the front seat, very smartly, might Izuku add. No one wanted to add on to his comment, if you weren’t counting Kacchan’s smirk in response, so Izuku decided to move the conversation to the list of questions he had.
“Hey!” He looked at his counterpart with a bright smile. “So, you received your powers, too?” The other Izuku seemed to brighten up immediately at this question, hands falling from his face and moving to support his weight as he leaned forwards, intrigued. “Yeah! From All Might! In our reality, people are usually born with quirks that show up when they’re little. Like Kacchan’s - his showed up when we were five.”
“What is your quirk?” Kacchan asked his own counterpart. The other Kacchan didn’t seem interested in this conversation at all until the mention of himself. In the true Kacchan way, he lifted his hand in answer. Izuku saw his frown turn into a smirk; he had his attention. Izuku smiled back in response.
“Not in the car.” Aizawa interrupted.
“Oh come on!” Kacchan responded with a scowl. “You know I’m careful with it.”
“Not when you’re trying to impress someone.” Aizawa replied. Kacchan only responded with grumbles, but didn’t put up a fight otherwise.
“Something big and flashy then?” Izuku chuckled. “Seems in character.” He looked towards his Kacchan with a sly smile.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, but there was little bite behind his words. “I know you like big and flashy.”
“Okay, new rule: no flirting in front of the other me and Kacchan.” he raised his finger, pointing it in Kacchan’s face. “We’re not gonna fuck with the multiverse.”
Kacchan pouted. “It hasn’t done anything yet! Have you seen anything blow up or disappear or some other wack shit?”
Izuku turned his head to fully face him and raised his own eyebrow. “I wasn’t offering a compromise.” Kacchan rolled his eyes but complied; Izuku was stern only when he was serious.
“Dude!” Kirishima laughed. “You have him tamed! How’d you do that?” Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle as the other Kacchan started yelling at Kirishima about his word choice. Under all the commotion, he watched his counterpart watch, blush painting his face once again. His eyes traveled to Izuku’s Kacchan and stayed, something akin to longing hiding behind his gaze. Izuku couldn’t say why, but he didn’t like it. He rationally knew that it was another version of himself (most likely) and that his own Kacchan only had eyes for him (and the other him?) but it bothered him. Instead of acknowledging this, he turned to fully face his counterpart.
“What’s your quirk?” he asked him.
“Oh!” the other Izuku chuckled, a bit embarrassed, “it’s a bit complicated -”
“Midoriya’s got eight different quirks.” Todoroki interrupted from the front. Izuku had forgotten he was there and made a note to ask about his scar later on. Or maybe ask himself if it was out of touch to ask.
“Eight?” Kacchan leaned forward a bit. “Can you have more than one in this reality?”
“Not usually,” the other Izuku replied, hiding behind a shrug, “but I was passed down a legendary quirk that sort of manifests through generations.”
“Sort of?” Kacchan asked. The other Izuku nodded and launched into a long-winded explanation of his One For All. Izuku listened intently, wishing he had brought some notebooks to jot down notes in so he didn’t forget anything. “A power for everyone?” he asked himself. “That’s insane! How did you find each quirk? Did they come simultaneously, or one by one? What techniques did you use?” He turned excitedly to Kacchan, hitting his forearm gently to get his attention. “Ooh! Kacchan, his black whip sounds like my webs!” He turned back to himself. “We should compare them!”
“That would be awesome!” The other Izuku matched his energy, hanging off his seat. “Do your webs come out of you or those things you took off your wrists? What other spider tendencies do you have? Oh my gosh, how much weight can you carry?” Izuku smiled brightly, but was interrupted by the voice next to him.
“One time, when we were trapped underneath a building, this dude just fucking lifted it up.” Kacchan said, moving his hands to resemble the way Izuku had that one time. He could still feel the soreness in his muscles just thinking about it.
“A building?” All three sitting across from them exclaimed.
“How the fuck did you manage to get stuck underneath a building?” The other Kacchan asked, seemingly brushing the previous topic to the side. Izuku and Kacchan looked at one another and responded in tandem. “Long story.”
“We’ve got time!” Izuku of this reality offered. “We’ve got the rest of the day off, and until we know about the villain’s quirk, there’s not a lot we can do with you two but ask questions. Right, Sensei?”
Aizawa, who was almost asleep, sighed. “I guess you’re correct. But they’ll be staying in your dorms until we figure out what to do with them.”
“That’s perfect!” The other Izuku whipped his head towards his counterpart. “You can see all the people from your reality, but in ours! I need to take notes.” He put his head in his hand and began to mumble to himself.
Izuku tilted his head. “This is what I’m like?”
“Pretty much.” Kacchan smiled at his counterpart, then directly at him. “You curse more than he does, though.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Izuku rolled his eyes playfully.
“Are you sure you’re not dating?” Kirishima interjected. “I am so confused by this.”
Izuku turned red. There was no hiding it at this point, his mask was tucked carefully away into Aizawa’s pocket. He had mastered dodging Kacchan’s attempts at flirting, understanding the complexities of their work and becoming involved with someone in it. Imagine a superhero duo dating - how awful could that get when things hit the fan? But this - having someone ask him directly if they were together - that was different. All eyes were on him, waiting for an answer, including Kacchan’s. Both of them. His Kacchan’s. His. Did he even have a right to say that when all they did was banter? Now Izuku was thoroughly confused - what were they?
“You’re pretty silent for someone that was saying we weren’t romantically involved just a few minutes ago.” Kacchan chimed in, arm moving to rest on the back of the chairs they were sitting in, effectively capturing Izuku within his hold. His blush fell down to his neck.
“Now wait a minute-” Mid turn to chew out Kacchan’s obvious flirting when he had flat out told him not to in front of the other reality them, Izuku’s neck clenched as a tingle ran up into his scalp. His fingers twitched in the direction of an incoming danger and his eyes followed, narrowed.
“Where’s it at, Spidey?” Tuning into his senses immediately, Kacchan’s hand now rested on the back of his neck where he knew his power bugged him the most.
“Coming,” he whispered back, bracing his body, “fast, towards the back of the car. And it’s - I’ve felt this one before.” His spider sense was strong, strong enough to allow him to feel different warnings with the different levels of threats. If they were small, they’d feel small. Bigger threats were more shocking for his body. For recurring bad guys he’s dealt with, he learned to hone in on the feeling of their threat level. And this one, this shiver that was still traveling up his spine, it felt way too familiar. “It’s Doc Ock.”
“Who the fuck calls themselves-” A robotic arm tore through the back doors of their van, effectively interrupting the other Kacchan’s quick insult. Izuku was quicker, though, and caught two of its three extremities and yanked them off immediately. The arm retracted itself, pulling him forward into a somersault. He caught himself on his legs and a single hand, his fingers attaching themselves to the floor of the van for support.
“How the fuck is he here?” Kacchan was beside him in an instant, katanas in hand. Izuku didn’t have time to ask how he manhandled them from Aizawa. He was handed his web shooters. Putting them on, Izuku searched for where Doc Ock was hiding. “We’re gonna find out.” He responded, pulling his mask over his face. His scalp tingled. “On top!”
Another metal arm crashed through the roof of the van, splitting the floor in half. Simultaneously, both Kacchans smirked. “This is what I’m talking about.”
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