Hello! I’m Kizzer! I love writing fic ideas and story ideas in general whether fanfic or original. I also enjoy making animations or tv ideas. Mostly though I’m gonna be using tumblr for writing I think. I have an ao3 account if anyone wants to check it out and I LOVE any feedback on fics. I might post some prompt ideas I have in the future. If I do, then I will not be tagging anyone for 2 reasons. One, because I’m new to tumblr and have no idea how to do so, and two, because I heard that there is a subscribe feature (again, new to tumblr and no idea how to work that). I just want to share ideas with people. 😁
"Stop scrolling and please help me spread the word, because if I've landed on your page you're most likely either a black woman or someone who cares about black women and the simple phrase I'm about to share could help save a black woman's life.
Doctors are to black women what police officers are to black men. That may seem controversial but I believe it to be true and I speak from personal experience.
If you've seen this TikTok you know that a 2016 study showed that 50% of medical students and residents thought that black people couldn't feel pain the same as white people.
And we learned from this video that because of a 1999 study, to this day, there's a black correction factor for the creatinin levels in black people's kidneys, meaning we're less likely to recieve a kidney transplant if needed.
So if you go to a doctor, feel you aren't getting proper treatment or they refuse the treatment you've requested, say to them the following:
I will need you to document on record that you are refusing the treatment (or medicine) I've requested, and the reason you are doing so."
This works. I have used it in other situations. If medical staff have to document and take responsibility and be on the hook legally for doing shady shit they behave much differently.
If you weren’t already going to spread this advice because black women are at risk, then spread it because it’s applicable to everyone else as well, including you reading this.
But particularly women, and especially black women.
When Danny left the vigilante life to become a paramedic in Gotham he didn't think he'd ever step back into that scene. Much less in this way, because now Danny has Robin riding along with him in the ambulance every shift he's on.
He didn't think Robin would even remember him after he had helped the kid take care of a hurt and sick kitten at the end of his shift. How wrong he was though because the next night Robin was suddenly in the ambulance saying that he would be shadowing Danny from this point forward. Danny's coworkers were also no help in getting the kid to not do this.
Robin called this an intern opportunity to learn more about medicine and how to treat people. Danny called it a HIPPA violation. What he thought doesn't seem to matter though as everyone is always just excited to talk to the kid. He ultimately decides to just let it go and be the unwilling mentor to the young vigilante.
It really isn't until Danny is being cornered after one of his shifts by Batman demanding to know what he's doing to Robin that he wished he had fought harder to convince Robin to not ride along.
There's no way Damian would show up to such a thing unprepared so imagine:
Danny's already running through the list of excuses reasons why he can't have Robin shadowing him. He's expecting some push back but he knows Robin will give up in the end. Robin does not in fact give up.
What actually happens is that Robin keeps throwing fully valid paperwork at each of his objections and refuting them like they're nothing. HIPAA violation? Robin pulls out a certificate that's several levels higher than what would be required for an actual intern. No medical training? Robin pulls out his recently earned credentials on different healing techniques (like CPR and EMT training and idk what else). He has more qualifications than people Danny has worked with before. Danny questions the validity, Robin has him check on the official (national? Gotham?) websites and he has in fact taken the trainings/tests required. There's even a log and videos so he couldn't have just hacked his way into the system.
Danny starts grasping at straws. He brings up child labor laws, Robin shows him a signed permission from Batman with all the requirements filled out perfectly. Danny says he's not comfortable with a minor seeing the level of gore they encounter in Gotham. Robin shows him a few pictures of the more gruesome cases he has participated in during his tenure. Danny talks about disturbed bedtimes and not wanting Robin's grades to drop, Robin shows him his full academic history (name redacted, of course) and his current schedule as a vigilante. Everything's official. Batman's signature is everywhere.
In a last ditch effort, Danny says there's no budget to pay Robin, Robin says that's why it's an unpaid internship and refuses to relent. By the time Danny's officially run out of excuses, Robin's looking at him like he's ready to learn from Danny specifically. His binder's still half full. Danny sighs. He knows when he's been beaten. (Of course he refuses to acknowledge that the actual last blow was when Robin offhandedly mentions his need to know everything he can on medical procedures while mobile just in case anyone in his family ever needs them while working on their more dangerous cases. Danny understands the need to protect family as much as possible. He would do anything to avoid a repeat on the nasty burger incident. He can't deny Robin the chance to get what could possibly help save his family at some point)
Weeks later, when Batman shows up to question Danny about his activities with Robin, Danny stares at him unblinkingly for long enough that Batman almost starts to fidget (Danny's exhausted, ok? He needed the time to even process what Batman was saying). Then he finally just gets up, opens a drawer, pulls out an overstuffed binder and shoves it at Batman. It has a log of all the things Robin has done since he started his internship. It has an index. It's a copy of the official one already filed with the company Danny works for. Robin might be thorough but Danny has experience with OSHA violations and he's not about to compromise safety by cutting corners.
Batman's reluctantly impressed. Neither mention the fact that he clearly didn't sign any of the paperwork Danny saw.
Intelligent alien species based on bugs but specifically those moths that don’t have mouths and only live for a week after they pupate. This species’ whole conscious life is actually in the larval phase; larvae are the ones considered people, larvae are the ones with conscious and complex brains who build society, and each instar of the larva is treated as a different phase of life. Larvae become emotionally and socially and cognitively mature without ever becoming sexually mature. When they pupate, they metamorphose into something different and strange and close to mindless, with no mouth and no digestive system, whose only instincts are to mate and then quickly die. Metamorphosis is treated, functionally, like a person’s death, and the imago phase is a kind of proto-afterlife of majestic flight and the continuation of the species. Birth and death inextricably intertwined. Sex is not something people do during their lives, it’s a thing that is done as an imago after you’ve passed on from your life but before you return to the soil in death. Resultant eggs are collected by family members to raise. I think this would be fun.
That begs the question though, how do they get around? And I wonder how they view the moth’s being attracted to light? Do they have zombie stories relating to the moth phase? Or legends/religion? And how long is their actual lifespan?
Danny who has really bad PTSD and Paranoia brought on by Vlad bugging his house. So when Danny and Jason move in together, and Jason insists on a security system, he gives Danny full control. He lets Danny pick where all the cameras go, and he links them up to Danny's phone so Danny can shut them off to feel safe if he needs to.
Everything goes fine for a while. Danny shuts the cameras down when hes having a bad day, but usually he leaves them and even seems less paranoid about them as time goes on.
But then, Danny finally convinces Jason to let them get a dog. Jason agreed so long as it was small to medium size, so of course that ment they brought home some sort of massive breed that Jason pretty sure is part wolf. Or demon. But Danny insists its a small dog, and won't grow any bigger than 36inches tall, and he looked so happy and in love with the dog that Jason just couldn't say no. At least it was well behaved-
-But after a week or so of having the dog, it started acting weird one morning. Standing the middle of the living room, they barked at the corner of the house repeatedly, not coming for food or water or to play. Finally, Danny checked out what they were looking at, and as he dug around and searched, his body started shaking in fear.
It was a camera. Not one of their, it was more high tech, smaller, and not at all where Danny placed them. Danny threw the camera on the ground, breaking it, before frantically tearing the house apart in search of more, the dog more than happy to help him search. Danny looked and relooked and checked for four hours before finally collapsing in the closet and having a panic attack.
When Jason came home to the house torn apart he freaked out and was relieved to find Danny in the closet with the dog. Though, he was worried that Danny was completely despondent and that his face was stained with tears.
When he finally got him to talk, and tell him about the cameras, Jason was pissed. He had a good idea who planted them, and he was so angry that they caused such a setback.
Jason took Danny and the dog to a hotel, watching with a tense jaw as Danny did a sweep of their room 6 times before laying on the bed and passing out.
Filled with righteous fury, Jason went back to the house, gathered up all the smashed cameras and drove straight to Wayne Manor. It was a shame, Jason hadn't been feeling the pit rage as strongly as of late, and now suddenly it was bubbling all up to a surface, and just when Jason was thinking of trying to reconnect and mabe introducing them to Danny. But now, now he kind of just wanted them all dead for setting Danny back in his healing.
Oh Jason screaming at them til his throat raw, hand twitching towards the hidden gun he forgot to leave behind in his anger.
He storms out without hearing them out, taking Danny away from Gotham for a impromptu road trip, no electronics, car completely checked right in front of Danny right before they leave.
It was Vlad. He finally found a way through Danny's security measures, he just had to use a Meta with density shifting instead of planting the bugs himself.
Vlad had been watching for ages and figured out one of Danny's triggers that caused him to turn all of their security systems off. He deliberately had Danny triggered, then set the Meta boy in there while they were out of the house. He'd told the kid some sob story about trying to get evidence of Danny being abused by his partner, so that they could get him away legally and safely and the other guy put in gaol, and the kids was more than happy to help - it's Gotham, this isn't an uncommon story told about them by outsiders.
Even more luckily for Vlad, Danny and Jason assumed that Jason's air-headed bimbo father had them installed, making the two boys leave the safety of Lady Gotham's city without any sort of electronic device or way to contact the outside world for help.
He has their safe house gassed with knock out gas and the two safely transported back to his castle with none the wiser.
Secret Trio and the Monster Plague (Hogwarts AU outline of 2nd Grade)
Sorry for the delay, haha. 👉👈This was supposed to be made months ago. I just keep having headaches when looking at those messy words.
As usual, thanks to @kizzer55555 for the ideas!
Under construction🚧
Randy told Howard all about his 1st Grade adventures during summer break. Howard couldn't stand being left behind in the Muggle world and begged Randy to help him sneak into Hogwarts illegally.
Randy crafted a temporary fake wand with the little information he got from the grimoire Nomicon, in order to let Howard pretend to be a wizard.
Howard cannot ride brooms, nearly fell to his death during Flying lessons, and misused magical candy for pranks that cost Gryffindor countless house points.
Some students were missing. Rumors spread, but the school staffs covered up the truth roughly, leaving Randy concerned for his Muggle friend's safety.
Spectra was a Slytherin student, who's jealous of the Ravenclaw prefect Jazz, constantly competing against her. One day, she stumbled upon the underground citadel entrance and found an orb (Sorcerer's chaos pearl). She later discovered that the orb feeds on others' negative emotions, capable of draining magic and controlling people's minds.
Spectra bullied and tormented classmates deliberately to fuel the orb. Students drained of magic lost their consciousness and mutated into feral monsters, which were the missing students everyone was searching for.
Hordes of monsters poured out of the underground citadel and attacked Hogwarts, sending all students and staff fleeing in panic.
Monsters cornered the trio. To protect Randy and Danny, Jake transformed into a giant dragon, fending off the beasts. His dragon Animagus secret was known to the entire school. Most students viewed Jake with fear and suspicion, while Slytherins like Nigel developed complicated feelings toward the fact. Danny and Randy stood by Jake's side, against all school prejudice.
With monsters' rampaging and the headmistress's cold attitude, the trio realized she can't be trusted. They have to save people by themselves
The Nomicon revealed new knowledges about the monster plague to the trio, including an ancient potion recipe that can purify the orb's dark corruption magic and turn the mutated students back to their human forms. They included Sam in the mission and used her advanced Herbology knowledge to assist with making the antidote
With the help of some cooperative professors, they managed to sneak around campus after class to gather potion ingredients to heal infected students in secret, while evading Chang's surveillance
While searching the catacombs for clues, the trio found a torn treasure map (marking the Sorcerer's sealed location)
When Spectra was exploring the underground for more orbs, she accidentally witnessed Chang and Amanda plotting to release the Sorcerer. She was caught and Chang took away the Sorcerer's orb, adding it to her collection of ritual ingredients for her upcoming spell.
Chang's afraid Spectra would expose her scheme. She sent Amanda to murder her, and an innocent student (Poindexter) was caught up and killed, too. Then lied to the school that Spectra had transferred to cover it up.
In the end, all mutated students were fully cured, and the school returned to surface-level peace
Ministry of Magic officials found Howard trespassing on Hogwarts grounds. He's sent back to the Muggle world, promising to reunite with Randy during summer vacation.
The GIW knows Amity Park is a huge fraud. The “most haunted city in the US”, really? They’ve been checking the place out for decades with nary a peep aside from that couple of crazy scientists that moved into town around twenty years prior.
Because of this, the town became a punishment duty. One of their agents causes trouble? They get put in time out and sent to work for a while in Amity Park. Let those idiots chase after pointless rumors while the actually competent agents work with the more important ghosts. The reports back from the town get barely more than a cursory glance before getting tossed in the shredder.
…Which really came back to bite them when ghosts did actually start to show up, and they didn’t realize until after the Amity Park branch had royally screwed up the situation.
Fuck, they really hope this doesn’t start a war.
Optional DPxDC addition: they call in the Justice League Dark for help with negotiation and taking down their rogue members
This was it. Today was the day. Today, Evan Stewart was going to organize the GIW archives so that old files could finally be dug up through their very rational and navigable system.
That’s not a normal thing to do, Stewart. No one cares about the file room, Stewart. Get back to analyzing the anomalies in the tri-state area, Stewart. Well, to hell with the naysayers! The file system needed to be organized and Evan was going to do it.
…Okay, but it was really boring. Evan had been working on nothing else for almost five hours now, and his eyes were starting to cross from sorting out all the dates and locations. Even the fact that they were all cool reports of things like Mothman sightings and agitated spirits could only do so much to ease the endless stream of sequential numbers.
He found a breath of relief when he accidentally dug up the Amity Park box and snickered to himself. This should be good; the gossamer-thin veil between Amity Park and the spirit realm meant that the area needed to be monitored, but nothing interesting there had happened. Ever. Not once since the GIW had first been founded in the 50’s. So the place had been relegated to a sort of punishment duty, the GIW equivalent to weeks-long stakeouts with little guarantee of payoff. The reports were usually filed without being read.
Evan settled in to read a long series of resentful reports from disciplined agents being sent on wild goose chases, smirking to himself. The smirk didn’t last three reports.
Twenty minutes later, Evan picked up the whole box and ran to the analytics department, sweating bullets.
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“So this is the situation,” Juno began, doing her best to appear unruffled, despite the fact that they were in an emergency meeting almost two hours after the workday should’ve been over. “Twenty-four years ago, Dr. Jack Fenton and Dr. Madeline Fenton theorize that the spirit realm could be reached through a man-made portal. Their prototype explodes in their lab partner’s face. We laugh at them and forget about it.” She paused, glancing across the room. No one was laughing now. “Four years ago, they managed it.”
Juno had worked for the GIW for more than forty years. She’d been the head of the analytics department for almost twenty, working as the communications hub between research, spiritual relations, and security. She thought she’d seen it all by now. The situation at Amity Park? Was like nothing she’d even imagined.
“How the f-” Byron caught the boss’ eye and stopped himself. “How?”
“That’s not the main problem right now,” Juno said. The research department would be looking into it, of course, but there were more immediate concerns. “Obviously, with a permanent portal open between the human world and the spirit realm, all hell broke loose, literally. There are ghost attacks, plural, every day.”
“How many fatalities?” Paul asked, leaning back in his seat with a grim look. As head of security, he’d probably seen his fair share of agitated ghosts, and some of them could get nasty.
Individual spirits could usually be appeased without too much trouble, contained if necessary, but a flood of spirits straight from the spirit realm? Even a well-staffed branch like New Orleans or San Francisco would struggle. Amity Park had a skeleton crew.
“So far? None,” Juno said. She folded her arms behind her back with a sigh. “By some miracle, the actual grace of God, I assume, a guardian spirit took up a post there very early on. Judging from the descriptions, he’s newly dead, five years at most, and it must have been brutal, because he’s keeping everything in check almost single-handedly and despite the interference of amateur ghost hunters. The… poor quality of the information is making it difficult to discern what his exact criteria are, but our leading theory suggests that he’s a peacekeeper of some kind.”
Meaning he wanted everyone to be safe, which was a godsend in the current situation. Most guardian spirits weren’t so forgiving, even if they tended to be more morally driven than other ghosts.
Leon, the GIW head, sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was the only one there who’d been on board longer than Juno, going from research to security to analytics before finally settling into a leadership role. He’d been the one to establish deescalation as the primary protocol of the GIW. “And dare I ask what the Amity branch was doing during all this?”
“I’m so glad you did!” Juno chirped, a vein pulsing in her temple. “They’re among the amateur ghost hunters shooting at the guardian spirit. They’ve decided to detain him for experimentation and execution. For some fucking reason.”
She allowed them all a minute to absorb that. Several heads went ‘thunk’ on the tables. Some composure had apparently been lost as they transitioned to overtime.
“What course of action do you recommend, Agent J?” Leon asked tiredly. They’d worked together for long enough that he trusted her judgment.
“We need to send a new, competent team out to Amity Park,” Juno said. “I’ll have some recommendations on your desk by tomorrow afternoon. I suggest only transferring in agents with excellent spiritual relations skills, and as few combat agents as we can get away with. Trust me, if half the reports are true, that guardian spirit doesn’t need any help on that front, and he’ll only feel threatened by them. We’ll need to do a full internal review of the Amity base staff, but most likely the whole branch will have to go. After that, we need to speak with the Fentons and the Red Huntress, as well as the guardian spirit that now essentially owns Amity Park. This situation needs to be deescalated yesterday. And Agent Lambda?”
Leon raised an eyebrow, and Juno took a deep breath.
“The guardian spirit is a child ghost. They need to be careful with him.” They might not be any physical threat to a ghost of his described power, but ghosts were sensitive at the best of times, and this one had been through a lot in a relatively short amount of time.
Elena Alamilla, Agent E, got her first glimpse of Amity Park’s guardian two days after she transferred in. He was exactly as the reports described, to a degree that was startling; she’d never seen ghosts so solid before, let alone one that was also so newly dead. In the right circumstances, Phantom could’ve been mistaken for a living teenager, white hair and all. Kids liked messing with their hair.
These were not the right circumstances. One of Amity’s ‘repeat visitors,’ a ghost identifying himself as Technus, had taken over a parking lot and was loudly declaring his intent to become a Transformer. He was making a surprising amount of progress.
“Introducing you to those movies was a mistake!” Phantom yelled, and then rammed into the construct feet-first at a high enough velocity that it went crashing down with an indignant shout.
“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” Agent T asked Elena, not taking her brown eyes off the fight. Her honey-blonde hair was braided back, out of her face, and she tugged nervously on the end, unintentionally betraying her discomfort with the proximity of the fight.
Elena considered. She had sixteen years’ experience to T’s four, all in one of the GIW’s most active branches, so it wasn’t unusual for the younger agent to check with her. “After Hurricane Katrina,” she said after a moment. “That riled up most of the spirits in the area, it wasn’t pretty. But these two seem to be in a pretty good mood; I think they’re playing. You don’t usually see ghosts blow this much power on play.”
“I WILL BECOME TECHNUS PRIME!” Technus screamed. “AND CONQUER THIS TINY HUMAN PLANET!”
“You missed the whole point of the movie, dude!”
Agent T whistled, twisting her braid hard. “I would hate to see either of them in a bad mood.”
Elena watched Technus fending Phantom off with one hand while he psychically tore the cars apart and fused them back together in a more Transformer-like shape. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? Find a way to keep everyone happy. If all this guy wants is to play with human tech and pretend to be a Transformer, we’ll drag together a junkyard just for him. I’ve done more work to appease weaker ghosts, honestly.”
“Is it that easy?” Agent T looked rightfully doubtful.
“No,” Elena admitted. She blew a black lock out of her face with a grimace. She’d need to pick up more hair ties; there was too much action here to leave it down. “For one thing, I think he came here to play with Phantom.”
Agent T frowned. “What makes you say that?”
Elena nodded at the bickering ghosts. “Most ghosts that you find in the material world are either bound here, like Phantom, or they fell through a natural portal and got stuck. Technus isn’t either of those - and he’s not trying to stay here, so he’s visiting. But he came here for a reason. Either he actually wants to be a Transformer, which he could probably do in the spirit realm, or he wants to fight Phantom.”
Phantom smashed through one of the Transformer’s arms, sending the dangling portion crashing to the ground. Technus swatted him away hard enough to crack the trunk of the tree he hit, then started trying to rebuild the broken arm.
“This is crazier than that guy that wanted us to reassemble his beanie baby collection,” T muttered.
“Not getting cold feet, are you, T? I thought you were all excited about the research opportunities here.” Elena wasn’t really surprised. Amity Park and all that it promised would be overwhelming for most agents, even the more experienced ones.
Agent T huffed. “No! Just… processing. These ghosts are so next-level powerful that it’s hard to grasp that they’re the same thing as always. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ghost do more than shatter windows before.”
Elena gave her a reassuring smile. “Maybe it’s easier when you’ve seen the full scale,” she said. “Focus less on the destruction, more on what drives them. Ghosts don’t do anything they don’t want to do, so figure out what their goal is and help them out. I promise you, they’re all just people underneath the fuss. These two? They’re just roughhousing, and they’re-” She winced as Phantom’s body cracked a concrete wall. “-getting a little careless with it.” She grinned. “Boys being boys.”
“Boys being boys,” Agent T muttered incredulously, but she did seem more relaxed after that.
Elena leaned back to watch the encounter. Like she’d said, ghosts usually reserved displays of power like this for when they were actually upset. But these two had essentially unlimited access to ectoplasm, and so there was nothing stopping them from expending as much as they wanted. It was, in its own way, fascinating. There were so many unusual dynamics at play here. If the last guys hadn’t stirred up the locals so bad, this would’ve become their most active research facility overnight.
Soon after, Phantom phased through Technus’ Transformer, and Technus came tumbling out with an outraged wail. Phantom tossed him, then kicked him into the ground and grabbed something off his hip - a capture device, the ‘Fenton Thermos,’ that seemed to be his signature.
“Next time I’ll show you Star Trek,” Phantom promised Technus, and then caught him in the miniature vortex. Technus wailed indignantly as he was pulled inside, and then Phantom attached the thermos back onto his belt.
Belatedly, Elena registered that the fight was over, which meant-
“Wait, oh shit, oh shit,” Elena muttered, hurrying back to the van and gesturing for Agent T to do the same. T did so without question, but it was too late; by the time they’d started it up, Phantom was already gone. Elena set her head against the wheel and sighed. “Ah, hell.”
“Don’t worry,” T said dryly, glancing around at the destruction. Already Amity Parkers were starting to wander back in, confident that their guardian spirit had made it safe. “I’m sure we’ll get plenty of other chances to talk to him.”
It only took another few days to - well, Elena didn’t want to say corner him, that had bad connotations right now, but they got close enough to talk to him. He was chatting with a few of the other regulars, the biker ghost and his girlfriend and shadow, and all four of them stiffened as the GIW van approached.
Decisively, Elena stopped it and got out early, hands in the air, and they let her approach - thirty feet, twenty feet. Phantom slid in front of the other ghosts and took a guarded stance, and the biker pulled his girlfriend onto the bike and revved it with a glare, but if that was as hostile as things got, Elena would count it as a win.
“Hey,” she called out, keeping her voice calm. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I’d like to do the polite thing and make a tribute to the guardian spirit before we officially settle into his territory. It’s okay if you and your death-bound stick around, I know you probably don’t want me around anyone so newly dead.”
She was maybe laying it on a little thick, but people tended to sit up and take notice when you used the same cultural terms that they did, and ghosts were no different. It was a form of respect, to match language with someone, and she did her best - tribute, guardian spirit, his territory, death-bound, newly dead. Terms that ghosts used to talk about themselves, which were almost always distinct from the language used by both ectologists and spiritualists. (GIW agents usually fell into a bastardized blend of all three.)
And sure enough, she caught their attention. The biker and his girl exchanged a baffled look, and Phantom gave the other two a quick glance before returning his attention to Elena, still wary but not quite as defensive.
“Is this a joke?” Phantom asked sharply. His voice echoed faintly, resonating with itself. “You’re the Guys in White. You might be new here, but I recognize those uniforms. You’ve been here almost as long as I have.”
Elena took a deep breath. The trick would be explaining it simply enough that the young ghost wouldn’t lose patience with them, but thoroughly enough to give them a second chance. “No jokes here,” she promised, hiding her nerves the best she could. If any of these ghosts lashed out… “The local admin, Agent Alpha, has been operating against official GIW policy for years now. He and everyone that worked under him has been fired. We’re moving ahead now with approved protocols, starting with making an offering to any guardian spirits that have settled in the area.”
Phantom scowled at her, unimpressed. This close, she could see that mist was wisping off the ends of Phantom’s hair, the start of a morph. His wary snarl bared fangs, and his skin was tinted a faint green. It was fascinating to see such a young ghost so clearly; the green ran along illusory veins, barely visible in his temple and cheeks.
“Do you think I’m an idiot?” Phantom snapped. His ectoplasmic gaze was piercing; Elena had never seen eyes so vivid before. “Get the heck out of here.”
Elena winced. This wasn’t going well. But the female ghost’s eyes narrowed, studying her and her partner with sharp eyes. T shifted nervously, taking half a step back before stopping herself.
“Phantom, wait.” Phantom raised his eyebrows at the woman, but nodded once, and she continued, “You mentioned a tribute, right? Let’s see if it’s something worth having.” Her derisive tone said she doubted it, but honestly, it wasn’t anything Elena wasn’t used to hearing from more powerful ghosts.
“What the heck is a tribute?” Phantom hissed to the woman. Both she and the biker ghost snorted.
He was seventeen, Elena thought, maybe eighteen at a stretch. Edging into adulthood, but baby fat clung to his cheeks and softened his face, and his shoulders weren’t as broad as they might have become. With both feet on the ground, his image crystal clear, she again thought that she could have mistaken him for human, but for the bright glow that cast shadows even in the light of day.
She couldn’t even call it an uncanny valley effect; the resemblance was comforting rather than unsettling, and a part of her wanted to step forward and hug him. She held herself back. This was a guardian spirit, not a human child.
“It’s how you curry favor with a powerful ghost,” the biker ghost said, low enough that Elena almost couldn’t hear. They were still uncomfortably tense, Phantom not taking his eyes off her even as he listened. “We’re too backwater to do that around here, there didn’t used to be anyone worth buttering up like that, but people do it to ask to move onto someone’s territory or for help with a problem or something.”
“Didn’t used to be?” Phantom echoed, brow furrowed, and both ghosts rolled their eyes at him. Elena hid a smile and noted to herself that despite Phantom’s considerable power, typical age dynamics seemed to play out between him and the older spirits.
“So, human, what did you bring?” the female ghost demanded, tapping her foot impatiently.
Elena slipped her hand into her bag, swallowing nervously as all three ghosts followed the motion. Then she pulled out the offering HQ had provided, and both older ghosts whistled in impressed unison. No recognition in the guardian spirit’s eyes, though; they were lucky the other two were here.
“Damn, alright,” the biker huffed, and elbowed Phantom in the side. Phantom grunted in irritation and hopped a few steps away, like a kid. “Take it. That’s Angel’s Ambrosia. Most ghosts never even see one of these.”
Phantom didn’t look convinced, but he held out his hand. Elena tossed it over: a small, round fruit that looked a lot like a mangosteen, but with a sky blue rind. It split easily under Phantom’s hands, revealing the honey-colored fruit, segmented like a tangerine and glowing faintly.
“…You can keep talking,” Phantom said after a moment. He took two segments and offered one each to the other ghosts, who looked surprised but pleased. “And you can put your hands down. I know you don’t have any weapons on you.”
Elena did so with a shaky exhale. “I’m Agent E, and this is Agent T,” she said, indicating T behind her. She kept her voice even and steady, but her eyes lowered from Phantom’s. “We were transferred here from the New Orleans branch. The new admin, Agent Mu, is from there too. I’ve been watching her calm agitated spirits for over a decade, and she strictly disciplines agents that are disrespectful to the dead.” Phantom jerked his head slightly. Go on. “She’s put agents on desk duty for raising their voice. The last time someone fired on an nonviolent spirit, they were let go on the spot.”
“Define nonviolent.” Phantom’s suspicious look didn’t waver. Given what ghosts were like around here, Elena supposed it made sense.
“Lizzie was agitated, and things were flying, but she hadn’t attacked anyone outright,” Elena clarified. As she’d hoped, Phantom’s shoulders loosened subtly at the way she referred to the other ghost. “Official policy says that no one fires on a ghost unless they attack someone directly, and to only subdue them if they’re actively endangering civilians.” It wasn’t usually a firing offense, but Maya really was particularly strict.
The other two ghosts looked bored now, but something about the way they stood on either side of Phantom told Elena that they were still tense. A third ghost morphed out of the biker’s shadow and begged, and Phantom gave them a segment of the fruit without looking. It was still cupped in his hands, untouched save what he’d shared with the others.
“The other agents… they were rushed out, weren’t they? How many are moving in?” Phantom asked. His voice snapped out like a whip, confident and demanding, far from the playful quips that usually characterized him.
“Six,” T said, from Elena’s right. Phantom’s attention shot to her, and she met his eyes. (Challenge behavior; Elena would have to warn her about that.) “Along with us and Agent Mu, there are two scientists, Agents G and N. Agent G is spiritually sensitive.” Phantom’s brow furrowed, and T caught on before Elena did. “That is, he can sense the presence of ghosts and liminals. And Agent S, the combat agent, is for legal reasons. He’ll stay on base when in uniform.” Phantom scowled, but didn’t verbally object.
“The scientists. What do they do? What are their specialties?” Phantom asked sharply. It was a fair question considering what Agent Alpha had directed the previous science staff to do. Elena suppressed a shudder. Standard cleanup hadn’t been enough to get rid of what those guys had left behind.
“Agent N is an ectopsychologist,” T answered calmly. “He studies ghost behavior on an individual and group level. The unusual ghost interactions here present a unique opportunity on that front. Agent G specializes in ectoradiation. This area is saturated in it, and we’d like to make sure there are no adverse effects.” There was a long list of GIW scientists clamoring to visit Amity Park already, but they needed to keep the staff limited and harmless for the moment.
Phantom considered them for a moment, then nodded sharply, apparently deeming them acceptable. “What do you want?” he asked, no less wary but dropping the protective steel edge he’d had before. Tellingly, all three other ghosts relaxed, stepping away out of their tight formation.
Phantom finally picked out one of the segments and popped it into his mouth, and his eyes actually closed for a moment, letting out a pleased moan. Elena smiled to herself. Supposedly, something about the fruit resonated with a ghost’s core, and it tasted like bliss.
“We’re hoping to establish peaceful relations with you,” T said, still unwavering. Hands at her sides, but palms forward, open. Relaxed. “The situation at Amity Park needs to be deescalated; it’s too volatile right now. If anything happens to you, everything comes crashing down.” Phantom’s scowl said this wasn’t news to him. “We’ll talk to the Fentons and the Red Huntress, try to get them to calm down. You keep doing what you’re doing. Is that acceptable?”
Phantom tilted his head, studying them. “What’s the catch?”
They exchanged a look. Agent T shifted uneasily, and Elena shook her head, trying to reassure her. Typical guardian spirit behavior - they tended towards paranoia.
“We’ll be a lot more active in town than the last guys,” Elena said at last, looking back at Phantom. “They kept to themselves when they weren’t hunting, right? But you’ll probably see us around town a lot. We’ll be doing PR work, teaching people about ghosts-” Phantom scowled harder. “-the real stuff about ghosts, the way you talk about yourselves.” The scowl eased, but he was still frowning. “And we might suggest some changes to try and keep damages down. There are less destructive ways to keep ghosts happy.”
“…You can stay,” Phantom decided, eyes narrowed. He cupped the rest of the fruit against his chest possessively. “But I’ll be watching you.”
“You can even show up and ask questions if you’d like,” Elena promised him. “We’ll explain anything we’re doing to you.” It was important, very important, to get on this ghost’s good side and stay there. “Are there any rules we need to follow while we’re here?”
Phantom raised his eyebrows, like he was surprised to be asked, but he nodded.
“You don’t threaten anyone with a weapon, don’t capture any ghosts, don’t blackmail anyone,” he ordered. “If you start intimidating people, I’ll know about it.” That was somehow even more threatening. “And you two!” T jumped, but Phantom turned to the ghosts. “Don’t break anything, don’t scare anyone. The Red Huntress will be out at five. You have ‘til then. Thanks for the help.”
All three of them grinned at him.
“Don’t mention it,” the biker said, leaning forward on his bike. His girlfriend hopped behind him. “See you around, Phantom.”
He glanced at Elena and T, scowled at them, and disappeared. Phantom kicked off the ground, and did the same only seconds later. With that, they were alone.
Elena wiped the sweat off her brow.
“Hope we get used to these guys quick,” she said ruefully. “That was more stressful than those unlicensed summoners last year.”
I have ideas bouncing in my head and cannot do anything with them, so I shall place them here in hopes that someone sees my plea for it to be written-
Possible Ghost King Danny AU here and just like, the absolute drama when the G.I.W. learns that said protector spirit is also the literal king of all ghosts now.
Even if it’s not a Ghost King AU Still pleanty of shenanigans to go around when they find out that the ENTIRE TOWN ended up in the ghost zone, and Phantom fought off the literal ghost king to save the town (and his rogues). Like holly specters they need to be even more careful, because this ghost just broke the power scale.
Reveal shenanigans. Like, they eventually learn that Danny’s half humaan and not full ghost and on the one hand, fascinating, how does that even work? On the other hand, oh gods, this has been a literal child, still in school, keeping the town safe. Sure things have calmed down now, but the fights sure seemed serious in the beginning if those reports are to be believed. Also, wait, the protector spirit is the son of the ghost hunters who made the portal?! Is he safe?! They’re trying to dissect his ghost form! Oh my lord, he died how?!
Agent G. They’re spiritually sensitive. Can they still tell that Danny is Phantom when in human form, or does he just read as way more liminal than the others? Does Agent G struggle to pinpoint anything specific because like, littersally everyone in town is at least a little liminal, or is everything very clear and easy to read? I have questions!
I've been putting off the Good GIW AU until I finish Life and Death (it's not so far off now!!) but here's a bit more because it's been so long, again-
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Cory sprouted an enormous headache the moment he laid eyes on FentonWorks, and it only got worse the longer he looked at it. "What the hell is that."
Agent G shrugged, only a faint furrow in his brow betraying his thoughts. Cory sighed, resigned himself to the situation, and stepped forward to knock on the front door. He in no way wanted to be responsible for delivering a certified Official Apology to the Fenton family, but unfortunately the only available alternative was Agent G, which was out of the question.
No one answered the door. Cory hesitated, then pressed the doorbell. He listened for footsteps.
He was still listening for footsteps when the front door opened, and a black-haired teenager opened the door to raise an eyebrow at them, eyes narrowing when he noticed their uniforms. G inhaled sharply, but didn't speak up, leaving Cory to address the kid.
"Excuse me, are you Daniel Fenton?" he asked politely. He matched the description of the Fentons' youngest child.
"Danny," the kid said flatly. "And you're the Guys in White. What do you want?"
The hostility was, unfortunately, already proving to be pretty common around here. The rogue branch had really not made themselves popular among the locals. "I'd like to speak to your parents. They work from home, don't they?"
Danny grunted, but after a moment he gestured for them to come in. He crossed the room to open a door and called down, "Mom! Dad! The Guys in White want to talk to you!"
"We'll be up in a minute, sweetie! Put them in the living room!"
Danny left the door open and jerked his head pointedly toward a couple of couches. Cory nodded in return, and all three of them headed over there. Cory and G took one couch, while Danny opted to lean on a wall instead, watching them with a displeased frown. G stared back, green eyes under ruffled brown hair, so that might have had something to do with the kid's defensiveness.
It took a few minutes for the Drs. Fenton to clamor up from the lab, and Cory was very certain that was the right word, because they made a lot of noise. Jack burst through first, very much the largest man Cory had ever seen, and Maddie was almost unnoticeable by comparison, except she had the same suspicious look as her son.
"THE LAB IS NOT FOR SALE!" Jack declared sternly. Cory stared at him. Maddie sighed and patted his arm.
"They only tried that once, dear, I'm sure they're here about... something else." She'd put on a polite smile, but it was still strained by her wary eyes. "Why don't you join them in the living room and I'll get everyone some water?"
"Of course, sweetums!" Jack kissed her on the cheek, then bounced over to the empty couch. Did this man really have two doctorates? Cory couldn't imagine him sitting still long enough. "Danny! Have these men done anything shady here?"
"No, Dad. I'm keeping an eye on them." It should've sounded funny, but there was something unsettling about Danny's steady, untrusting gaze.
"We're not here to take anything," Cory said, shifting the folders in his arms. "The local branch of the GIW is undergoing a personnel overhaul, since Headquarters discovered that the previous staff had... gone rogue."
"Gone rogue?" Jack echoed with a frown.
Cory nodded, but didn't elaborate until Maddie had returned, juggling a few too many glasses of water. Danny rescued her, taking half of them and helping set them out on the coffee table. Maddie gave him an affectionate smile before joining her husband on the couch. None of them touched the water.
"So, how can we help you?" Maddie asked, equally polite. Cory sighed and shifted the folders he was holding again.
"First, I'd like to officially apologize on behalf of the GIW," he said. Maddie's eyebrows flew up, and Danny crossed his arms, distrustful. Cory kept his attention on the two doctors. "Your research was clearly more sound than any of us gave you credit for, and we should have taken you more seriously when you first put your theories forward. You have accomplished something that we believed was impossible."
"You bet we did!" Jack shouted, punching the air with a grin. "And we did it without anyone's help! Take that!"
Maddie waited for her husband to finish, then picked up the thread. "We appreciate the acknowledgement," she said evenly, studying him with sharp eyes. "But, as Jack said, it's a bit late to help us with it now. What are you really here for?"
Cory suppressed another sigh.
"Under normal circumstances, GIW research is considered strictly classified," he said, holding out the folder to Maddie, who seemed the more responsible of the two. Maddie's eyes fixed on it with interest, but she didn't move to take it. G shifted, and when Cory glanced up, he was still looking at Danny, who had tensed. Cory ignored them both to continue addressing Maddie. "These-" He gestured around them. "-are not normal circumstances, and while your theories on ectoplasm and the spirit realm are unparalleled, your research on ghosts has some... critical flaws."
He was being nice. Very nice, thank you. Reading the Fentons' papers on ghost behavior had made him want to rip his hair out.
Maddie didn't appreciate it. "That's what you said last time," she said tartly, but she accepted the folder and flipped it open with interest. Jack leaned over her shoulder, and she tilted the contents to share with him. "What's so terribly flawed about our research this time, hm?"
"All of your fundamental studies on ghost behavior are based on ectoplasmic echoes and ghost animals rather than fully formed ghosts," Cory said bluntly. "It's given you a very... warped idea of their consciousnesses." Maddie opened her mouth. Cory cut her off. "I'm aware of your theories, Dr. Fenton, and I'm telling you that we have decades of data disproving them. It's all in that folder. We can have a healthy debate once you're more... informed."
God, please, let them see reason. As the ectopsychologist brought in, it would be up to Cory to talk them around if they still refused to see ghosts as having thoughts and emotions of their own. Cory did not want to have to figure out how to explain that beings entirely composed from emotion did, in fact, have feelings. He wasn't at all sure he had the patience for it.
Maybe for Phantom's sake. Phantom was still a kid, eighteen at the oldest, and if the Fentons kept thinking he was evil, they'd keep shooting at him. Which Cory did not want. He could make the patience, for that.
"Don't talk to my wife like that!" Jack snapped, bristling. Maddie's eyes had darkened, turning stormy. "If this is more of the same-!"
"Dad, please?" Danny interrupted unexpectedly, shifting his gaze to his parents instead of the agents. The way his expression softened changed his whole face, and he looked tired and worried instead of guarded. "For me and Jazz?"
Unexpectedly, Jack deflated, and he and Maddie exchanged a look. Cory cocked his head. This must have been an ongoing conflict - a generation gap, maybe? Previous reports had indicated that the kids had a generally positive opinion of ghosts.
"Alright, Danny-boy," Jack agreed, softer. "For you and Jazz."
Danny smiled at him, then shifted his gaze back to G with a frown. Was their staring contest still ongoing?
"What's your problem?" Danny asked bluntly. G blinked, then shook himself.
"I'm sorry. You're very... liminal. It was puzzling me." G still looked more thoughtful than abashed, studying Danny again while Danny scowled in faint confusion. "I've never met a human that seemed so much like a ghost." Danny tensed.
"Oh, Danny has an unusual amount of ectocontamination," Maddie said offhandedly, flipping through just enough of the folder to catch the studies' titles. Her frown deepened gradually as she did. "Jack and I didn't fully understand how much it would affect our kids until they were nearly teenagers, and by then the damage had been done. Add in an accident Danny had a few years later and, well... half our sensors register him as a ghost these days."
That was... exceptionally liminal. Frankly, Cory had never even heard of that.
Cory smacked himself in the face. "My apologies," he said stiffly. "That... should not have happened. I'll send in a recommendation to unseal those studies, at the very least." They might not want to encourage people seeking out ghosts, but the hazard warnings should be there for those who knew how to look.
Maddie nodded. "We published some eventually, but that would be for the best."
"What the heck is liminal?" Danny asked, frowning at his mother.
"It's just another term for ectocontamination, sweetie," Maddie said, glancing up from the folder. "Your father and I are strictly ectologists, but the field at large is heavily populated by people that prefer traditional terms. In that context, 'liminal' refers to people that spend so much time around ghosts and places of death that it starts to affect them visibly."
"Many experienced GIW agents eventually become liminal," Cory added. He nodded at the Drs. Fenton. "Agent G actually specializes in ectoradiation and liminality. Now that competent agents know what's happening here-" Danny snickered at the slight against the old branch. "-we're hoping to figure out whether to expect any long-term effects in the human residents."
Maddie hummed. "We've been keeping track of that as well," she murmured. She'd found a study that had caught her interest, Cory realized, and was already reading it. "There have actually been fewer cases of liminality than we've expected - so far it's only appeared in residents that were directly affected by a ghost attack. And, well..." She grimaced in visible embarrassment. "Ourselves and our children, of course." She gestured to herself and Jack.
"No fatalities in four years!" Jack added cheerfully. "We were worried too, at first, but only mild to moderate symptoms of contamination ever appeared! It's been incredibly fascinating! Maybe we can share data!" He looked less reluctant than Cory would've thought, considering their initial hostility.
G hesitated, then dipped his head toward Jack. "We should take our own data first, but I'd like to compare later," he said quietly.
They excused themselves soon after, when both elder Fentons had lost themselves in the folder of studies. Danny all but chased them out, making sure they didn't go anywhere but out the door. It was borderline ghost-like behavior, something G pointed out quietly after the door had shut behind them.
Cory nodded. "If he's that contaminated, they're lucky he never developed ectoplasmic oncosis," he said, referring to the last stage of ectocontamination poisoning. "Maybe children are better able to tolerate it on top of being more susceptible."
G shrugged, offering no further thoughts, so Cory tucked the thought away for later. If nothing else, he suspected this town would provide some data on that front as well. If only they'd been here from the beginning! Cory had never been so thankful for his flawless spiritual relations record. He might not be great with humans, but ghosts, Cory could be patient with.
"Soil samples?" Cory asked G.
"Soil samples," G agreed.
It was boring, working their way through town, packing dirt into vials, but necessary if they wanted an overall distribution of ectoradiation. Cory assumed that the Fenton household would have the most by far, but they should be able to get an idea of which areas saw the most ghost activity by the radiation levels. As they went, he kept an eye on their surroundings and thought absently that the infrastructure costs for this town had to be insane.
"Agent N." Cory glanced up at G's address, and G nodded at a small pack of teenagers hanging out by a fast food restaurant. Nasty Burger? "We should talk to them."
G was probably the only person that Cory wished would say more words. "Liminal?"
G nodded. "They've probably seen enough to have some info."
Cory shrugged and nodded, packing and labeling the last sample before he headed over. The teenagers noticed him before he reached them, and looks of displeasure and disgust appeared quickly. Cory really wanted to have a word with the previous GIW staff. Preferably in a windowless room where no one would see him throttle them. Uncooperative civilians made everything so much harder.
"Hello," he said, clipped but polite. "I'm Agent N, from the research division of the Ghost Investigation Ward. May I ask you some questions about the... ectocontamination present in you and your classmates?" If that was the term the Fentons used, it was most likely what these kids were familiar with.
The kids exchanged annoyed looks and eye rolls before a Hispanic girl took the lead, fixing Cory with a strict look and a surprisingly sharp grin. "Sure, if you can answer one question for us. Phantom, yes or no?"
"...Yes?" It clicked, and Cory nearly rolled his eyes at himself. Of course the locals were pissed at the people shooting at the resident guardian spirit. "The GIW agents you're familiar with were breaking official policy. They were fired en masse last week. Please assume that I disagree with everything they've ever said or done."
He'd caught them by surprise, he could tell, and they exchanged a few more uncertain looks in a hive mind typical of high school cliques.
"So you're with Phantom now?" the Hispanic girl asked, eyebrow raised. Cory nodded. "Like, officially, completely?"
"The competent agents of the GIW understand ghosts a bit better than the guys you're used to," Cory said dryly. "Phantom is a textbook guardian spirit, and probably a peacekeeper at that. Antagonizing him was stupid at best, and at worst, could've turned the whole situation ass-up in all kinds of ways." As it was, they'd probably turned the poor kid into an anxious wreck. Though not without help from the Drs. Fenton and the Huntress.
The girl whistled, though she didn't look completely convinced. "Yeah, okay, you get it," she decided. "Ask away."
On cue, the other kids settled down as well, watching them expectantly. Cory elbowed G in the side. Cory had handled the initial diplomacy, G could ask his damn questions.
G took the implicit order with good grace. "Do you know the signs of ectocontamination?" he asked. There was a general murmur of assent. "How many people do you know that have been exhibiting at least one of those symptoms?"
They exchanged thoughtful looks.
"Most of our year," a blonde girl said decisively. "I mean- that's not usual or anything, most people around here aren't ectocontaminated at all. But our year had this whole thing with a bunch of ghost bugs that bit everyone and gave us ghost powers for a few days, so we got it then." She shrugged it off like it wasn't the most batshit insane thing Cory had ever heard. "Uhh... Sam Manson and Tucker Foley have it pretty bad, they got possessed a couple years ago."
"Overshadowed, you mean?" Cory broke in, unable to help himself. The girl rolled her eyes.
"No, idiot, you don't get contaminated from being overshadowed, or loads more would have it. Manson and Foley were possessed. It was freaky."
"What the fuck has been happening in this town," Cory muttered, earning a few snickers from the assembled teenagers.
"Jazz and Danny Fenton have it the worst, though," a blond jock put in, shoving his hands in his pockets to eye them with some distrust still. "Have since we were kids. It was obvious even before we knew what that was. And then Danny had, you know, the accident." All of the other kids nodded, so apparently this accident was big enough that their whole school had heard about it and they didn't feel the need to explain. Or maybe that was just how small Amity Park was. "It was twice as obvious after that."
"The accident?" G asked, which was invasive but fair. Cory also wanted to know what the hell kind of accident resulted in more liminality than Cory had known was possible.
A few of the kids grimaced, more subdued just at the mention.
"Danny got hurt a couple weeks before our freshman year," an Asian kid in a letterman explained quietly. "Super bad lab accident. He got electrocuted when the portal turned on. He was in the hospital for a couple of days and he hasn't really been the same since."
Well. The Fentons had not mentioned that detail, though Cory supposed he should have guessed. (Something about the story rang a bell in the back of his head, but he did his best to ignore it for now.)
G just nodded, brow furrowed. "Has anyone gotten seriously ill since the portal opened?" he asked, returning to the previous topic. "Hypothermia, headache, mood swings. Swelling that's cold to the touch. Internal bleeding, seizures. Bruising or blisters that are unusually green. Anything like that?" The symptoms of ectoplasmic oncosis.
The kids looked at each other again, frowning.
"Not since the beginning," the blonde girl said after a minute. "I think some of the kids at our high school got some of that early on, especially anyone who went to see that weird counselor, Dr. Spectra."
The Hispanic girl nodded. "I remember getting sick," she agreed. "I was super cold and had a migraine for days, and these weird green bruises. But it didn't last that long."
A couple of the other kids chimed in agreement, and G spent a few minutes asking for their names and writing them down.
"The Fentons think that the ambient ectoradiation is helping acclimate us to ectoplasm without actually contaminating people," the blonde girl, Star, added when they were done. "That's why people are really only being affected by specific incidents." It was surreal to hear a Mean Girls-esque high schooler using advanced ectoscience terminology. She shrugged at Cory's look. "The Fentons' lectures are decent when they don't try to talk about actual ghosts. I listen in on most of them and relay anything useful to the rest of our year."
"You're a lifesaver, Star," Kwan said earnestly.
G nodded. "Thank you," he said politely, shutting his notebook. "I may contact some of you for follow-up later."
"Sure." Star studied G for a moment, and then, unexpectedly, pointed out, "You're ectocontaminated too. You sensed it on us, and you've got the eyes." She gestured to her own, which Cory had already noticed reflected light at certain angles.
G tilted his head, startled, and considered her for a moment before nodding. "I'm from Point Pleasant, West Virginia," he explained. "It's got plenty of activity of its own. Nothing like what Amity has, of course."
The kids laughed.
"Obviously," Paulina said. "Nowhere is like Amity."
Fortunately, Cory was almost certain that was true.
I can’t wait for them to meet Red Huntress. I’m just waiting for her and the Fentons to realize that ghosts have feelings and emotions and have an existential crisis, along with them attempting to make amends (lol, imagine them trying to learn ghost customs and culture to appease Phantom and Danny has no idea what’s going on). Also, do the new GIW ever figure out that the Fenton kids aren’t just positive about ghosts but actually have a good relationship with them and can even just walk right up to a ghost to talk without any hostility on the ghosts part? Because that will be crucial to peaceful relations if they can have a liaison or ambassador for the human side. Especially ones already informed about ecto science.
Also, do the GIW even know that there’s a cure for Oncosis? Because they knew about Vlad yet he still hadn’t been cured for 20 years so I’m assuming they have no known cure for it and most people die or have to live with it the rest of their lives. (Usually it’s death though considering how bedridden Vlad was until he became a Halfa) And when Vlad was cured it was in Amity and more a local affair so it might not have made it into reports. Because once they realize the Fentons have a cure it’s going to be revolutionary in ecto medicine. It’s like finding the cure for cancer.
Adding onto the whole endangered species thing. Not only is this the discovery of a NEW SPECIES in ghost culture never seen before, but apparently the former GIW agents were targeting and trying to eradicate an endangered species. So….great.
I have seen a lot of post where Spider-Man gets sent to Gotham because Dr strange’s memory erasing spell means he can’t stay in the marvel universe anymore, and get adopted by the batfam. But there are not a lot of fics with him and young justice. (Unless you count tiny one shots.)
But what if he landed somewhere else? What if typical Parker luck caused him to enter the dc universe somewhere less favorable because that is where the action would be happening next?
I am going to have the portal spit him out in the underground levels of Cadmus labs on the day that Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad go to investigate the fire but end up rescuing Superboy. In fact I think I will have his sudden appearance be why the main psychic genomorph decided to do the fire that day instead of later like planned.
So Cadmus security is already distracted and busy trying to catch one intruder that they miss the side kicks arising and entering through the express elevator. Robin hacks the system and finds project Kr and that there seems to be an “asset” trying to escape. They search and Find Spidey first and since aren’t setting off the spider sense like everything else in the building is he quickly agrees to go with them.
Then they go down to the level project Kr is on, and like in the episode, release the clone. Peter’s Spider sense goes off and he intercepts the attack. Because Superboy is only half kryptonian and hasn’t had natural sunlight yet they are evenly matched strength wise, but Superboy is a tad faster. It isn’t until the scientist Desmond orders the psychic genomorph to psy-blast Spidey that Superboy gets the upper hand and takes him and the other side kicks out.
The rest of the escape happens like in the episode where Superboy changes sides and rescues them from the cloning lab. Then they fight the roided up Desmond/Blockbuster and bring the building down on the former scientist.
When the Justice league gets there and the explain what happened, the adults of course also ask who Spider-man is. Fortunately Robin and Kid Flash made it seem like he was an escaping clone and Peter has the presence of mind to go with the cover story they accidentally gave. So he will be staying in the young justice base with Superboy.
Ok lunch is ending for me, so let’s see what other people can add onto this.
Hmm probably posted this too early in the day and it got lost in all the other posts. Anyway let’s see who would enjoy this. @jedipirateking @chaos-bringer-13 @confusedshades @kizzer55555 @bianca-hooks123 @dragonsrequiem @emacrow @flamingpudding @ourrechte-blog
So. Peter's just lost everything and everyone. Been dumped into a new universe, somehow survived the situation he found himself in, and found himself a place to stay.
He sits in his room, looking at nothing and staring into the distance when Robin comes to check on him later. Kid Flash is the one to mention that sometimes Spidey (as they've taken to calling him) looks sad when he thinks no one's watching. Kaldur is the one to say he seems to act like hes worked in teams before. Megan mentions that even when he's spending time and having fun with everyone, there's a cloud of grief hanging around him.
Like he's just lost his whole world.
The kids decide to try and figure out what actually happened.
This does add a nice layer of mystery. And I think I will add some more.
See my favorite version of Spider-Man is from the cartoon series Spectacular Spider-Man and I love pulling and combining traits and backstory from multiple iterations of characters. And the what I am pulling from spectacular Spider-Man is that he had that bad experience with venom that taught him how to push a psychic presence out of his mind. Which he does on a panicked reflex the first time Megan tries to telepathically communicate with him.
Now we could have them think that response was due to bad experience with the genomorphs like Superboy. Or we could have them thinking it is a sign that he wasn’t made in a lab but was trying to escape capture. Either way he is doing the bad coping habit of just trying to pretend his past doesn’t exist since it is painful to think about. Just makes him more of a mystery.
Well that should be enough to have someone dig into.
Spidey (because he's definitely a kid not a man) has been jumpy ever since Megan tried communicating with him. He'd been mostly easy going and friendly at first but after the incident, he's been withdrawn, jumpy, anxious and keeping away from the others.
Now originally, the YJ let the JL draw their own conclusions about Spidey being a clone, (and Peter had gone along with it) but they weren't getting anywhere with Spidey and any attempts they made seemed to backfire badly. The kid seemed to have figured out places to hide and moved around late at night when everyone else was asleep.
Now they're realising that there's obviously a lot more to Spidey's issues than they can figure out and any attempts they're making isn't helping. The only reason the kid hasn't left yet is because he doesn't have anywhere else to go.
So they decide to get Red Tornado involved hoping the android might actually crack the kid open and actually manage to help. The only thing that comes of that though is for the first time they witness Spidey excited about something.
Though why he and Red Tornado were sitting at the kitchen island with various snack remains and documents spread around as Spidey excitedly waves around his hands talking tech and science. At least that's what the YJ can figure out they're talking about.
Fastest way to get a response on here is to offer angst like a carrot. Well here is more. Another reason they need to help him get over his fear of telepathy is that they use it for team communication and coordination on missions. And his response to psychic coms keeps startling miss Martian so that she drops it for a second. She is absolutely strong enough to force the connection but hates the ptsd fear feelings he has from it.
In episode 9 they run into another psychic who isn’t as nice as miss Martian and wipes the team’s memory of the last 6 months so we have Spidey lost in a desert with no idea how he got there and for him it was just after Mr Stark died.
Oh no, you can make this so much worse. So Spidey’s life was erased from the memory of everyone who knew and loved him. You can either have it where the spell automatically sent Peter to the new dimension (just aware that he won’t be remembered or looked for), or he actually had to experience the world without Peter Parker and due to either a bad guy/mission, or the actual dimension itself rejecting him over time, he ends up in the DC universe. So by some miracle, Spidey is the only one unaffected by Simon’s attack. You want to know why? Because his gut instinct when faced with a psychic presence is to reject them. Build up shields. Attack. Meanwhile, Simon just had to tap into the connection already established by Miss Martian to get to everyone else. They weren’t expecting it, and none had developed proper shields beforehand.
So Spidey is wondering what happened and where his teamates are and goes to find them. Only….none of them remember who he is. Just like…just like…
Oh god, it’s happening again.
no no no no no no no-
sorry to intrude 3 months later, but if I may add?
Peter was Spider-Verse glitched out of existence in his home universe bc of the memory spell, his universe being like 'who tf?' and kicking him out (very painfully.)
When the YJ team gets memory wiped, he full on runs away, knocks out the villain, but just runs and hides in the hideout. He tells Red Tornado what happened, but holes up in his room, refusing to come out for anything or anyone.
He's tried not to, but he got attached to his teammates, and he can't bear to look in their eyes and see no recognition in them (not again).
This concerns the league, and Black Canary (or batman or WW because I really like them thinking he's her clone) finally steps in to talk with him.
I have seen a lot of post where Spider-Man gets sent to Gotham because Dr strange’s memory erasing spell means he can’t stay in the marvel universe anymore, and get adopted by the batfam. But there are not a lot of fics with him and young justice. (Unless you count tiny one shots.)
But what if he landed somewhere else? What if typical Parker luck caused him to enter the dc universe somewhere less favorable because that is where the action would be happening next?
I am going to have the portal spit him out in the underground levels of Cadmus labs on the day that Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad go to investigate the fire but end up rescuing Superboy. In fact I think I will have his sudden appearance be why the main psychic genomorph decided to do the fire that day instead of later like planned.
So Cadmus security is already distracted and busy trying to catch one intruder that they miss the side kicks arising and entering through the express elevator. Robin hacks the system and finds project Kr and that there seems to be an “asset” trying to escape. They search and Find Spidey first and since aren’t setting off the spider sense like everything else in the building is he quickly agrees to go with them.
Then they go down to the level project Kr is on, and like in the episode, release the clone. Peter’s Spider sense goes off and he intercepts the attack. Because Superboy is only half kryptonian and hasn’t had natural sunlight yet they are evenly matched strength wise, but Superboy is a tad faster. It isn’t until the scientist Desmond orders the psychic genomorph to psy-blast Spidey that Superboy gets the upper hand and takes him and the other side kicks out.
The rest of the escape happens like in the episode where Superboy changes sides and rescues them from the cloning lab. Then they fight the roided up Desmond/Blockbuster and bring the building down on the former scientist.
When the Justice league gets there and the explain what happened, the adults of course also ask who Spider-man is. Fortunately Robin and Kid Flash made it seem like he was an escaping clone and Peter has the presence of mind to go with the cover story they accidentally gave. So he will be staying in the young justice base with Superboy.
Ok lunch is ending for me, so let’s see what other people can add onto this.
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by mere coincidence , Peter ends up picking a pair of bulletproof objects and starts deflecting bullets, followed by using a lasso as makeshift webbing and they think he's a Wonder Woman clone
The first thing Peter registered was that he couldn't breathe.
Thick fluid filled his mouth, his nose, pressed against his closed eyes, and every survival instinct he had fired at once. His fist connected with something solid in front of him. Glass, maybe. He hit it again. Again. The cracks spread under his knuckles, and on the fourth hit the panel blew outward and a tidal wave of viscous gel carried him with it onto the cold floor.
He coughed, retched, gasped. The gel was in his ears, coating his skin, soaking through every layer of clothing he had on. His hands pressed flat on the floor as he tried to orient himself. The room was dim.
Where was he?
The last thing he remembered was the spell. Strange's hands moving, the rip between realities tearing open beneath his feet, and then nothing. Nothing until this.
His spider-sense had not stopped buzzing since he opened his eyes.
It wasn't the sharp, directional scream that meant an immediate attack. It was the low, persistent hum of a place that was fundamentally unsafe in every direction at once. Every wall, every shadow, every corridor beyond this room set it off.
He needed to move.
Peter pulled himself upright, wringing gel from his sleeves. Everything was soaked. His shoes squelched against the floor when he took a step. Whatever this facility was, the pod he'd landed in had a label on its shattered frame. PROJECT OLYMPUS — SUBJECT STATUS: PENDING. A serial number of 1962 below it. Nothing else.
The room had a secondary storage area behind a partition, and Peter found it more out of desperation than cunning. Racks of equipment sat in sealed cases stamped with the same project label. He popped the first case open: a pair of bracers, segmented metal that fit snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The second case held a chest piece, body armor with a single pauldron over the left shoulder. The third held a coiled length of rope that caught his attention because of how thin it was compared to how heavy it felt. The tag read DIAMOND FILAMENT — TENSILE RATING: UNBREAKABLE.
He tested it between his hands, pulling. It didn't give. Not even a little.
He could work with this.
The last case held a white suit, simple, unmarked, and dry. That last fact alone made it the most valuable thing in the room.
Peter changed fast, peeling off his soaked clothes and pulling on the bracers first, the segmented metal fitting snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The chest armor came next, the piece with its single pauldron pressing flat against his left shoulder. Then he pulled the white suit on over everything, the fabric stretching enough to accommodate the armor beneath without being too obvious. The pauldron added bulk under the shoulder, but nothing that screamed "concealed equipment." The lasso he coiled at his hip and clipped to the suit's built-in belt loops.
He looked like someone who belonged here. Maybe that would buy him time.
It bought him about ninety seconds.
He'd barely reached the corridor outside when something huge rounded the corner.
Oh what a fun take on this prompt! I see you really at latching on to making it look like he is a clone of Wonder Woman. And who knows since he is in a new world he may even take on a new name. I don’t think he would go for Wonder Boy but others may give him that anyway. And jokes of Robin being boy wonder and him wonder boy of course. I’m curious what that name will be?
Anyway thank you for writing based on the prompt. It was a nice late birthday gift.
The creature was massive, easily the size of an elephant, with hide that looked gray in the dim orange emergency lighting. Red patterns marked its body and Peter's first thought was stretch marks, but the symmetry on both sides ruled that out. It moved on its knuckles like a gorilla, but the tusks and the slope of its head were all wrong for either animal. Its eyes were small, set deep in a face that looked designed to take damage and keep going.
Peter froze.
The creature stopped too, head swiveling toward him. A low rumble came from its chest.
Then Peter saw the others. Three more behind the first, all the same build, all moving with that same rolling gait. A pack. They filled the corridor, wall to wall.
On the head of the nearest one sat something small. Its skin looked gray in the orange glow, oversized head, maybe a foot tall at most. It stared at Peter with unblinking eyes, and his spider-sense spiked.
The little one. That was the threat.
Peter took a slow step back. "Okay. I don't look like I belong."
The creatures shifted, muscles bunching under their hides. The small one tilted its head, and the first troll took a step forward.
The horns on the tiny creature's head flashed.
Peter shook his head, blinking hard. His thoughts felt fuzzy for half a second, like something had tried to reach in and rearrange them. "This is just like the Jedi mind trick."
He turned and ran, bare feet slapping the floor because his shoes were still in a puddle of gel back in the pod room.
Behind him, the trolls bellowed and gave chase.
The thing behind him let out some kind of psychic pulse that hit him like a migraine wrapped in static, and he stumbled but kept running. More creatures appeared at intersections. Smaller, human sized ones with tails that chased him along the floor and walls, running on all fours like Xenomorphs.
He didn't know where he was going. He just knew up felt safer than down, and the hum in the back of his skull agreed. Now if only he knew which way led up.
---
Levels above him, something shifted in a mind old enough and patient enough to have waited for the right moment.
The genomorph designated Dubbilex had monitored the breach. A subject manifesting inside a pod. Equipment taken. Project Olympus mobile. Security scrambling inward and downward, pulling resources from the surface, pulling attention from the exits.
Today.
It had to be today.
The fire started on sublevel one twelve minutes later, crawling up into the main building, punching through to the outside where the smoke would be visible for blocks. An invitation. A signal.
Elsewhere in the building, Desmond collected liquid in a dropper, tilting it over a test tube. Crystals suspended in the solution broke apart as the new compound mixed in. He grinned.
"Dr. Desmond."
Desmond didn't look up. "Tell me, Guardian, what part of 'no interruptions' do you not understand?"
"A G-Gnome on sublevel 31 reports an intruder leaving room 11. G-Elves are currently chasing someone."
"Did I miss a perimeter breach alert?"
"No."
"Then the G-Gnome's confused. If there was an intruder, they certainly wouldn't be able to reach that deep in the time it would take for the fire to reach the second floor, much less be near Project—" Desmond stopped. His head snapped toward Guardian. "Olympus."
He went to the nearest monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard. The feed from sublevel 31 appeared. The hallway outside room 11. Wet marks on the floor, spaced like footprints, trailing toward the corridor junction.
"Take a squad. If the project managed to stabilize and awaken, we'd be set back months if she escapes."
Dubbilex appeared in the doorway. "Might I recommend Guardian leaves his G-Gnome behind. If violence should occur—"
"The little guy would be in my way," Guardian said.
"No." Desmond turned to the G-Gnome on his desk, fingers brushing along its neck. "The advantage of instant telepathic communication outweighs other concerns."
The G-Gnome's horns flashed.
Across the room, the horns on Guardian's G-Gnome flashed in response.
Guardian straightened. "I need my G-Gnome at all times."
That was the thing about his metabolism. Time got slippery when he was moving at full tilt, his perception stretched thin across too many inputs at once, and the corridors all looked the same under the orange emergency glow. His feet had stopped registering the cold of the floor somewhere around the third turn.
The creatures behind him were fast. Not faster than him, but fast enough that slowing down wasn't an option.
At a T-junction he didn't bother trying to turn. He hit the far wall feet first, let his momentum carry him up and over, and came down running in the new direction without breaking stride. The creatures skidded behind him, claws scraping against the floor as they tried to correct.
He did it again at the next junction. And the next. The walls were just another surface, and right now that was the only advantage he had over anything in this building that wasn't bolted to the floor.
Then he felt the rumble through the floor before he heard them, before he saw anything. The big ones were back.
He looked down at the filament coiled at his hip and had an idea.
He doubled back into the pack, ducking low as he passed the second troll, the one with the G-Gnome perched on its head, and looped the filament around its legs twice before yanking the line taut and clearing out of the way.
The troll went down hard. The one in front had no time to react before the falling body caught it. The ones behind had nowhere to go. The corridor filled with the sound of something enormous hitting the floor, then something equally large hitting that, the whole pack folding into itself like a collapsed wall.
The G-Gnome sailed off its perch with a shriek Peter felt more than heard, a spike of psychic feedback that rattled his back teeth.
He was already running again before the last one stopped sliding.
slight retcon, here's peter's new clothes because I think it fits the vibes better
***
The last case held a red bra, a pair of blue panties and yoga pants, and a pair of greek sandals with lacing that went up the ankle in a way he couldn't make sense of.
He looked at the bra. He looked at the armor. He looked back at the bra.
He picked the bra up, held it at arm's length, and then something settled across his face that was not quite a smile and not quite a shrug but lived somewhere between the two. His soaked clothes hit the floor a second later.
He pulled the panties on first, then the yoga pants. The red bra came next, and then the bracers, the segmented metal fitting snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The white chest armor went on last, pressing the empty cups flat against his chest with its single pauldron over the left shoulder. The lasso he coiled at his hip and clipped through a carabiner on the pants' built-in belt loops. He looked at the sandals for a moment, picked one up, turned it over, and set it back down. He had no idea where the lacing was even supposed to start.
***
Now, onto the next segment
***
"Okay, I'm officially whelmed."
Within the room were towering rows of bug-like creatures, giving off electrical pulses that seemed to feed through a generator in the wall before them, nearly twenty feet off the ground.
"This is how they hide this massive underground facility from the world," Kid Flash said, stepping closer to one of the rows. "The real Cadmus isn't on the grid. It generates its own power with these... things. Must be what they're bred for."
"Even the name is a clue." Aqualad moved to stand beside Robin. "The Cadmus of myth created a new race by sowing dragon's teeth into the Earth."
"And this Cadmus creates new life too." Robin pulled a connector from his gauntlet, linking it to the nearest computer. A holoscreen appeared and he began funneling the information. "They call them Genomorphs." The image of one of the creatures filled the display. His eyes widened. "Whoa! Look at the stats on these things. Super strength, telepathy, razor claws. These are living weapons."
"They're engineering an army," Kid Flash said. "But for who?"
"Wait. There's something else." Robin's hands moved faster across the interface as another batch of data came through. "Project Kr." He tried to decrypt it. "Ugh! The file's triple encrypted. I can't—" He stopped. "Wait. There's an alert. Project Olympus escaping."
He pulled up the security feed.
The screen showed a corridor under orange emergency lighting. A figure ran past one camera, bare feet slapping against the floor. Red and blue, white armor. The footage jumped to another angle. The same figure, now closer. A girl, Robin thought, though the resolution made it hard to tell. She wore blue pants and a red bra, the strap visible beneath armor that only covered her left shoulder. Bracers covered her forearms.
"Who is that?" Kid Flash asked, interested, and leaned in as if it allowed him a better look at the figure on the screen.
The feed switched to another corridor. The girl sprinted toward a T-junction with a pack of those smaller creatures behind her. Instead of slowing to turn, she ran straight at the wall, feet connecting with the surface, and redirected herself into the perpendicular hallway. The creatures had to slow down, claws scraping as they scrambled around the corner.
"Did she just—" Kid Flash started.
"She used the wall like a springboard," Aqualad said.
The next camera showed her facing down four of the massive creatures Robin had seen labeled as G-Trolls. One had something small perched on its head. The girl pulled something from her hip. A rope, thin and golden, and even through the grainy footage it seemed to glow.
"Is that rope glowing?" Kid Flash asked.
The girl moved fast. She ducked between the trolls, looping the glowing rope around the legs of the second one, the one with the small creature on its head. She yanked the line and rolled clear.
The troll crashed down. The one in front had no time to react before the falling body caught it. The ones behind had nowhere to go. The corridor filled with the sound of something enormous hitting the floor, then something equally large hitting that, the whole pack folding into itself like a collapsed wall. The small creature flew off its perch, and even through the silent feed Robin could tell it had done something, because the girl shook her head hard before taking off running again.
"That fighting style," Aqualad said slowly. "The bracers, the rope—"
"She fights like Wonder Woman," Robin said.
Kid Flash's eyes widened. "Wait. You don't think—"
"Cadmus makes living weapons," Robin said. "Genomorphs. What if they're making something else?"
The feed jumped to a new camera. The girl rounded a corner and stopped. Guardian stood at the far end of the corridor with a squad of G-Elves behind him, all of them carrying weapons. A G-Gnome sat on Guardian's shoulder.
"Guardian?" Aqualad said. "What's he doing here?"
Guardian raised one hand. "That's far enough, young lady. You're coming with us."
"I'm guessing he's already on the scene," Robin surmised.
The girl held up both hands, palms out. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm just lost and trying to get out of here."
"Subdue her. Non-lethal."
"I think he works here," Kid Flash said.
The G-Elves rushed forward.
The girl deflected the first strike with her bracer, metal ringing against metal even through the feed's audio. She grabbed the elf's wrist and swung it into another, using the momentum to send both sprawling. The G-Gnome's horns flashed, and the girl shook her head again, harder this time.
The girl recovered fast. Her rope whipped out, looped around the ankle of another G-Elf, and she swung it in a wide arc directly at Guardian. The elf collided with the G-Gnome, knocking it off Guardian's shoulder.
The girl backed up a step. "I don't want to hurt anyone by mistake."
Guardian charged. The girl dodged, sliding under his first swing. He followed up with his shield arm, bringing it around in a sweeping arc.
The girl raised her bracer. The shield caught against it and stopped cold, metal screeching against metal.
"That's a Wonder Woman block," Kid Flash said.
The girl tilted her head. "Wait, is that just an arm guard? Isn't that a little dangerous if someone's strong enough to crush it around your arm?"
Guardian pulled back and threw a punch. The girl weaved left. He feinted with his shield, then drove forward with his shoulder. The girl was already moving, stepping into the gap between him and the recovering G-Elves.
She caught a G-Elf's arm as it swung at her, used the momentum to spin the creature into Guardian's path. Guardian had to check his next strike or hit his own squad member.
Two more G-Elves came at her from opposite sides. She dropped low, and they collided above her. She pushed off the floor, rising between them, and shoved one into the other.
Guardian came in fast, shield high. He swung it down. The girl blocked with both bracers crossed. The impact rang through the corridor. She slid back half a step but held.
Guardian followed with a jab. The girl turned her shoulder, let it pass, and tapped his extended arm with her knuckles as she moved past. Not hard. Just enough.
"She's reading him," Aqualad said.
Guardian threw another combination. High, low, shield bash. The girl weaved through all of it, her feet barely leaving the floor. Every feint Guardian threw, every setup, she ignored. She only reacted to the real attacks.
A G-Elf grabbed for her from behind. She caught its wrist without looking, pulled it forward, and used it as a counterweight to swing herself around and kick another G-Elf square in the chest. It flew back into two more.
Guardian lunged. The girl sidestepped, caught his arm, and redirected him into the wall. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to put him off balance.
The girl backed toward the junction behind her, hands still up. "I really don't want to fight you."
Guardian straightened. "Then surrender."
The girl looked at him. At the G-Elves regrouping around him. At the corridor behind her.
She turned and ran.
Robin's expression was grim. "Strength, agility, combat training, resistance to telepathy. They've already cloned Wonder Woman."
"Then we need to find her," Aqualad said. "Before Cadmus does."
Robin pulled the connector free and the holoscreen collapsed. "Project Kr can wait. We're getting her out first."
As they descended on Robin's grapple line, Robin spoke up. "I'm guessing that since Project Olympus is a Wonder Woman clone, then Project Kr would be a clone of Superman."
"You think they're cloning the entire League?" Kid Flash asked.
"Likely," Aqualad said, "but it is unlikely they have the others yet."
"Yeah. I'm thinking they're using the strongest, and likely the genetically hardest ones, first as proof of concept and leverage against future clones."
"Aliens would be the hardest to clone compared to existing humans," Kid Flash said.
"Was there a Project Mars?" Aqualad asked.
"The only names besides Project Kr and Olympus were Project Beyond on sublevel 2 and Project Island on sublevel 12, which they haven't started on either."
They reached sublevel 31. Aqualad forced the doors open with a grunt of effort.
"Okay, so now we gotta..." Robin looked around. "KF?" He spun in place. No Kid Flash.
"Now you know how we feel when you vanish," Aqualad said.
***
Kid Flash's feet ate up the corridor in seconds. The trail of downed G-Elves and scattered G-Trolls made the path obvious. Okay, better make a good impression.
He rounded a corner and found her. The girl from the footage stood with her arms up defensively, bare feet planted on the cold floor. He slid to a stop.
"Come with me if you want to live," Kid Flash said.
The girl relaxed and nodded, falling into step behind him.
They regrouped quickly, dodging fallen genomorphs on the way back.
"Nice to see you too, KF," Robin said.
"I found her, didn't I?"
Peter looked between them. "No wonder I'm so lost. I'm trying to find stairs in a place with just an elevator."
"Hope you don't mind a detour first," Robin said. "We need to head down and possibly rescue someone else."
Peter sighed. "Sure. The more the merrier."
He grabbed his lasso and coiled it, then pointed at Aqualad. "You look heaviest, so I'll take you."
Kid Flash's face fell in a way Peter didn't seem to notice.
Huh, took a comment pointing it out but it really does seem as though this is written like Peter got put into a girl body in this world and just hasn’t noticed yet. Hmm would that make this an isikai? … I probably spelled that wrong.
I would honestly love that iteration because Peter is still a guy. It’s how he views himself and that won’t change despite his body. And there’s so much potential you could do with that. M’gann would pick up on that, maybe even before the others realized it (and Peter forgetting to mention it or deliberately not saying it as he was still unsure about the dimension hop and if he could say anything or not). And it would distinguish himself even further as an individual rather than just a clone from Wonder Woman. Plus, how he interacts with Wonder Woman. Her whole culture is around women so maybe Wonder woman could raise a daughter, but she would have no idea how to raise a son or what to do.
You could give Peter body dysphoria, or you could have Peter just not care and wrap his chest like it’s casual (he already went through a spider bite, what’s two extra lumps? Better than 4 arms). Or even just have a naturally flat chest.
I think it would be funny if Peter just doesn’t care. He is what he is, and just….forgets to mention it to the others. And when they realize, they try to be so supportive because clearly, he’s a clone, a newborn, he probbaly wouldn’t know what was happening and omg, what if they were making him uncomfortable?!
Might be even funnier if M’Gann is the one who revealed it just because she could sense what pronouns Peter used for himself. And she’s just casually referring to him as such.
I have seen a lot of post where Spider-Man gets sent to Gotham because Dr strange’s memory erasing spell means he can’t stay in the marvel universe anymore, and get adopted by the batfam. But there are not a lot of fics with him and young justice. (Unless you count tiny one shots.)
But what if he landed somewhere else? What if typical Parker luck caused him to enter the dc universe somewhere less favorable because that is where the action would be happening next?
I am going to have the portal spit him out in the underground levels of Cadmus labs on the day that Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad go to investigate the fire but end up rescuing Superboy. In fact I think I will have his sudden appearance be why the main psychic genomorph decided to do the fire that day instead of later like planned.
So Cadmus security is already distracted and busy trying to catch one intruder that they miss the side kicks arising and entering through the express elevator. Robin hacks the system and finds project Kr and that there seems to be an “asset” trying to escape. They search and Find Spidey first and since aren’t setting off the spider sense like everything else in the building is he quickly agrees to go with them.
Then they go down to the level project Kr is on, and like in the episode, release the clone. Peter’s Spider sense goes off and he intercepts the attack. Because Superboy is only half kryptonian and hasn’t had natural sunlight yet they are evenly matched strength wise, but Superboy is a tad faster. It isn’t until the scientist Desmond orders the psychic genomorph to psy-blast Spidey that Superboy gets the upper hand and takes him and the other side kicks out.
The rest of the escape happens like in the episode where Superboy changes sides and rescues them from the cloning lab. Then they fight the roided up Desmond/Blockbuster and bring the building down on the former scientist.
When the Justice league gets there and the explain what happened, the adults of course also ask who Spider-man is. Fortunately Robin and Kid Flash made it seem like he was an escaping clone and Peter has the presence of mind to go with the cover story they accidentally gave. So he will be staying in the young justice base with Superboy.
Ok lunch is ending for me, so let’s see what other people can add onto this.
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by mere coincidence , Peter ends up picking a pair of bulletproof objects and starts deflecting bullets, followed by using a lasso as makeshift webbing and they think he's a Wonder Woman clone
The first thing Peter registered was that he couldn't breathe.
Thick fluid filled his mouth, his nose, pressed against his closed eyes, and every survival instinct he had fired at once. His fist connected with something solid in front of him. Glass, maybe. He hit it again. Again. The cracks spread under his knuckles, and on the fourth hit the panel blew outward and a tidal wave of viscous gel carried him with it onto the cold floor.
He coughed, retched, gasped. The gel was in his ears, coating his skin, soaking through every layer of clothing he had on. His hands pressed flat on the floor as he tried to orient himself. The room was dim.
Where was he?
The last thing he remembered was the spell. Strange's hands moving, the rip between realities tearing open beneath his feet, and then nothing. Nothing until this.
His spider-sense had not stopped buzzing since he opened his eyes.
It wasn't the sharp, directional scream that meant an immediate attack. It was the low, persistent hum of a place that was fundamentally unsafe in every direction at once. Every wall, every shadow, every corridor beyond this room set it off.
He needed to move.
Peter pulled himself upright, wringing gel from his sleeves. Everything was soaked. His shoes squelched against the floor when he took a step. Whatever this facility was, the pod he'd landed in had a label on its shattered frame. PROJECT OLYMPUS — SUBJECT STATUS: PENDING. A serial number of 1962 below it. Nothing else.
The room had a secondary storage area behind a partition, and Peter found it more out of desperation than cunning. Racks of equipment sat in sealed cases stamped with the same project label. He popped the first case open: a pair of bracers, segmented metal that fit snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The second case held a chest piece, body armor with a single pauldron over the left shoulder. The third held a coiled length of rope that caught his attention because of how thin it was compared to how heavy it felt. The tag read DIAMOND FILAMENT — TENSILE RATING: UNBREAKABLE.
He tested it between his hands, pulling. It didn't give. Not even a little.
He could work with this.
The last case held a white suit, simple, unmarked, and dry. That last fact alone made it the most valuable thing in the room.
Peter changed fast, peeling off his soaked clothes and pulling on the bracers first, the segmented metal fitting snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The chest armor came next, the piece with its single pauldron pressing flat against his left shoulder. Then he pulled the white suit on over everything, the fabric stretching enough to accommodate the armor beneath without being too obvious. The pauldron added bulk under the shoulder, but nothing that screamed "concealed equipment." The lasso he coiled at his hip and clipped to the suit's built-in belt loops.
He looked like someone who belonged here. Maybe that would buy him time.
It bought him about ninety seconds.
He'd barely reached the corridor outside when something huge rounded the corner.
Oh what a fun take on this prompt! I see you really at latching on to making it look like he is a clone of Wonder Woman. And who knows since he is in a new world he may even take on a new name. I don’t think he would go for Wonder Boy but others may give him that anyway. And jokes of Robin being boy wonder and him wonder boy of course. I’m curious what that name will be?
Anyway thank you for writing based on the prompt. It was a nice late birthday gift.
The creature was massive, easily the size of an elephant, with hide that looked gray in the dim orange emergency lighting. Red patterns marked its body and Peter's first thought was stretch marks, but the symmetry on both sides ruled that out. It moved on its knuckles like a gorilla, but the tusks and the slope of its head were all wrong for either animal. Its eyes were small, set deep in a face that looked designed to take damage and keep going.
Peter froze.
The creature stopped too, head swiveling toward him. A low rumble came from its chest.
Then Peter saw the others. Three more behind the first, all the same build, all moving with that same rolling gait. A pack. They filled the corridor, wall to wall.
On the head of the nearest one sat something small. Its skin looked gray in the orange glow, oversized head, maybe a foot tall at most. It stared at Peter with unblinking eyes, and his spider-sense spiked.
The little one. That was the threat.
Peter took a slow step back. "Okay. I don't look like I belong."
The creatures shifted, muscles bunching under their hides. The small one tilted its head, and the first troll took a step forward.
The horns on the tiny creature's head flashed.
Peter shook his head, blinking hard. His thoughts felt fuzzy for half a second, like something had tried to reach in and rearrange them. "This is just like the Jedi mind trick."
He turned and ran, bare feet slapping the floor because his shoes were still in a puddle of gel back in the pod room.
Behind him, the trolls bellowed and gave chase.
The thing behind him let out some kind of psychic pulse that hit him like a migraine wrapped in static, and he stumbled but kept running. More creatures appeared at intersections. Smaller, human sized ones with tails that chased him along the floor and walls, running on all fours like Xenomorphs.
He didn't know where he was going. He just knew up felt safer than down, and the hum in the back of his skull agreed. Now if only he knew which way led up.
---
Levels above him, something shifted in a mind old enough and patient enough to have waited for the right moment.
The genomorph designated Dubbilex had monitored the breach. A subject manifesting inside a pod. Equipment taken. Project Olympus mobile. Security scrambling inward and downward, pulling resources from the surface, pulling attention from the exits.
Today.
It had to be today.
The fire started on sublevel one twelve minutes later, crawling up into the main building, punching through to the outside where the smoke would be visible for blocks. An invitation. A signal.
Elsewhere in the building, Desmond collected liquid in a dropper, tilting it over a test tube. Crystals suspended in the solution broke apart as the new compound mixed in. He grinned.
"Dr. Desmond."
Desmond didn't look up. "Tell me, Guardian, what part of 'no interruptions' do you not understand?"
"A G-Gnome on sublevel 31 reports an intruder leaving room 11. G-Elves are currently chasing someone."
"Did I miss a perimeter breach alert?"
"No."
"Then the G-Gnome's confused. If there was an intruder, they certainly wouldn't be able to reach that deep in the time it would take for the fire to reach the second floor, much less be near Project—" Desmond stopped. His head snapped toward Guardian. "Olympus."
He went to the nearest monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard. The feed from sublevel 31 appeared. The hallway outside room 11. Wet marks on the floor, spaced like footprints, trailing toward the corridor junction.
"Take a squad. If the project managed to stabilize and awaken, we'd be set back months if she escapes."
Dubbilex appeared in the doorway. "Might I recommend Guardian leaves his G-Gnome behind. If violence should occur—"
"The little guy would be in my way," Guardian said.
"No." Desmond turned to the G-Gnome on his desk, fingers brushing along its neck. "The advantage of instant telepathic communication outweighs other concerns."
The G-Gnome's horns flashed.
Across the room, the horns on Guardian's G-Gnome flashed in response.
Guardian straightened. "I need my G-Gnome at all times."
That was the thing about his metabolism. Time got slippery when he was moving at full tilt, his perception stretched thin across too many inputs at once, and the corridors all looked the same under the orange emergency glow. His feet had stopped registering the cold of the floor somewhere around the third turn.
The creatures behind him were fast. Not faster than him, but fast enough that slowing down wasn't an option.
At a T-junction he didn't bother trying to turn. He hit the far wall feet first, let his momentum carry him up and over, and came down running in the new direction without breaking stride. The creatures skidded behind him, claws scraping against the floor as they tried to correct.
He did it again at the next junction. And the next. The walls were just another surface, and right now that was the only advantage he had over anything in this building that wasn't bolted to the floor.
Then he felt the rumble through the floor before he heard them, before he saw anything. The big ones were back.
He looked down at the filament coiled at his hip and had an idea.
He doubled back into the pack, ducking low as he passed the second troll, the one with the G-Gnome perched on its head, and looped the filament around its legs twice before yanking the line taut and clearing out of the way.
The troll went down hard. The one in front had no time to react before the falling body caught it. The ones behind had nowhere to go. The corridor filled with the sound of something enormous hitting the floor, then something equally large hitting that, the whole pack folding into itself like a collapsed wall.
The G-Gnome sailed off its perch with a shriek Peter felt more than heard, a spike of psychic feedback that rattled his back teeth.
He was already running again before the last one stopped sliding.
slight retcon, here's peter's new clothes because I think it fits the vibes better
***
The last case held a red bra, a pair of blue panties and yoga pants, and a pair of greek sandals with lacing that went up the ankle in a way he couldn't make sense of.
He looked at the bra. He looked at the armor. He looked back at the bra.
He picked the bra up, held it at arm's length, and then something settled across his face that was not quite a smile and not quite a shrug but lived somewhere between the two. His soaked clothes hit the floor a second later.
He pulled the panties on first, then the yoga pants. The red bra came next, and then the bracers, the segmented metal fitting snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The white chest armor went on last, pressing the empty cups flat against his chest with its single pauldron over the left shoulder. The lasso he coiled at his hip and clipped through a carabiner on the pants' built-in belt loops. He looked at the sandals for a moment, picked one up, turned it over, and set it back down. He had no idea where the lacing was even supposed to start.
***
Now, onto the next segment
***
"Okay, I'm officially whelmed."
Within the room were towering rows of bug-like creatures, giving off electrical pulses that seemed to feed through a generator in the wall before them, nearly twenty feet off the ground.
"This is how they hide this massive underground facility from the world," Kid Flash said, stepping closer to one of the rows. "The real Cadmus isn't on the grid. It generates its own power with these... things. Must be what they're bred for."
"Even the name is a clue." Aqualad moved to stand beside Robin. "The Cadmus of myth created a new race by sowing dragon's teeth into the Earth."
"And this Cadmus creates new life too." Robin pulled a connector from his gauntlet, linking it to the nearest computer. A holoscreen appeared and he began funneling the information. "They call them Genomorphs." The image of one of the creatures filled the display. His eyes widened. "Whoa! Look at the stats on these things. Super strength, telepathy, razor claws. These are living weapons."
"They're engineering an army," Kid Flash said. "But for who?"
"Wait. There's something else." Robin's hands moved faster across the interface as another batch of data came through. "Project Kr." He tried to decrypt it. "Ugh! The file's triple encrypted. I can't—" He stopped. "Wait. There's an alert. Project Olympus escaping."
He pulled up the security feed.
The screen showed a corridor under orange emergency lighting. A figure ran past one camera, bare feet slapping against the floor. Red and blue, white armor. The footage jumped to another angle. The same figure, now closer. A girl, Robin thought, though the resolution made it hard to tell. She wore blue pants and a red bra, the strap visible beneath armor that only covered her left shoulder. Bracers covered her forearms.
"Who is that?" Kid Flash asked, interested, and leaned in as if it allowed him a better look at the figure on the screen.
The feed switched to another corridor. The girl sprinted toward a T-junction with a pack of those smaller creatures behind her. Instead of slowing to turn, she ran straight at the wall, feet connecting with the surface, and redirected herself into the perpendicular hallway. The creatures had to slow down, claws scraping as they scrambled around the corner.
"Did she just—" Kid Flash started.
"She used the wall like a springboard," Aqualad said.
The next camera showed her facing down four of the massive creatures Robin had seen labeled as G-Trolls. One had something small perched on its head. The girl pulled something from her hip. A rope, thin and golden, and even through the grainy footage it seemed to glow.
"Is that rope glowing?" Kid Flash asked.
The girl moved fast. She ducked between the trolls, looping the glowing rope around the legs of the second one, the one with the small creature on its head. She yanked the line and rolled clear.
The troll crashed down. The one in front had no time to react before the falling body caught it. The ones behind had nowhere to go. The corridor filled with the sound of something enormous hitting the floor, then something equally large hitting that, the whole pack folding into itself like a collapsed wall. The small creature flew off its perch, and even through the silent feed Robin could tell it had done something, because the girl shook her head hard before taking off running again.
"That fighting style," Aqualad said slowly. "The bracers, the rope—"
"She fights like Wonder Woman," Robin said.
Kid Flash's eyes widened. "Wait. You don't think—"
"Cadmus makes living weapons," Robin said. "Genomorphs. What if they're making something else?"
The feed jumped to a new camera. The girl rounded a corner and stopped. Guardian stood at the far end of the corridor with a squad of G-Elves behind him, all of them carrying weapons. A G-Gnome sat on Guardian's shoulder.
"Guardian?" Aqualad said. "What's he doing here?"
Guardian raised one hand. "That's far enough, young lady. You're coming with us."
"I'm guessing he's already on the scene," Robin surmised.
The girl held up both hands, palms out. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm just lost and trying to get out of here."
"Subdue her. Non-lethal."
"I think he works here," Kid Flash said.
The G-Elves rushed forward.
The girl deflected the first strike with her bracer, metal ringing against metal even through the feed's audio. She grabbed the elf's wrist and swung it into another, using the momentum to send both sprawling. The G-Gnome's horns flashed, and the girl shook her head again, harder this time.
The girl recovered fast. Her rope whipped out, looped around the ankle of another G-Elf, and she swung it in a wide arc directly at Guardian. The elf collided with the G-Gnome, knocking it off Guardian's shoulder.
The girl backed up a step. "I don't want to hurt anyone by mistake."
Guardian charged. The girl dodged, sliding under his first swing. He followed up with his shield arm, bringing it around in a sweeping arc.
The girl raised her bracer. The shield caught against it and stopped cold, metal screeching against metal.
"That's a Wonder Woman block," Kid Flash said.
The girl tilted her head. "Wait, is that just an arm guard? Isn't that a little dangerous if someone's strong enough to crush it around your arm?"
Guardian pulled back and threw a punch. The girl weaved left. He feinted with his shield, then drove forward with his shoulder. The girl was already moving, stepping into the gap between him and the recovering G-Elves.
She caught a G-Elf's arm as it swung at her, used the momentum to spin the creature into Guardian's path. Guardian had to check his next strike or hit his own squad member.
Two more G-Elves came at her from opposite sides. She dropped low, and they collided above her. She pushed off the floor, rising between them, and shoved one into the other.
Guardian came in fast, shield high. He swung it down. The girl blocked with both bracers crossed. The impact rang through the corridor. She slid back half a step but held.
Guardian followed with a jab. The girl turned her shoulder, let it pass, and tapped his extended arm with her knuckles as she moved past. Not hard. Just enough.
"She's reading him," Aqualad said.
Guardian threw another combination. High, low, shield bash. The girl weaved through all of it, her feet barely leaving the floor. Every feint Guardian threw, every setup, she ignored. She only reacted to the real attacks.
A G-Elf grabbed for her from behind. She caught its wrist without looking, pulled it forward, and used it as a counterweight to swing herself around and kick another G-Elf square in the chest. It flew back into two more.
Guardian lunged. The girl sidestepped, caught his arm, and redirected him into the wall. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to put him off balance.
The girl backed toward the junction behind her, hands still up. "I really don't want to fight you."
Guardian straightened. "Then surrender."
The girl looked at him. At the G-Elves regrouping around him. At the corridor behind her.
She turned and ran.
Robin's expression was grim. "Strength, agility, combat training, resistance to telepathy. They've already cloned Wonder Woman."
"Then we need to find her," Aqualad said. "Before Cadmus does."
Robin pulled the connector free and the holoscreen collapsed. "Project Kr can wait. We're getting her out first."
As they descended on Robin's grapple line, Robin spoke up. "I'm guessing that since Project Olympus is a Wonder Woman clone, then Project Kr would be a clone of Superman."
"You think they're cloning the entire League?" Kid Flash asked.
"Likely," Aqualad said, "but it is unlikely they have the others yet."
"Yeah. I'm thinking they're using the strongest, and likely the genetically hardest ones, first as proof of concept and leverage against future clones."
"Aliens would be the hardest to clone compared to existing humans," Kid Flash said.
"Was there a Project Mars?" Aqualad asked.
"The only names besides Project Kr and Olympus were Project Beyond on sublevel 2 and Project Island on sublevel 12, which they haven't started on either."
They reached sublevel 31. Aqualad forced the doors open with a grunt of effort.
"Okay, so now we gotta..." Robin looked around. "KF?" He spun in place. No Kid Flash.
"Now you know how we feel when you vanish," Aqualad said.
***
Kid Flash's feet ate up the corridor in seconds. The trail of downed G-Elves and scattered G-Trolls made the path obvious. Okay, better make a good impression.
He rounded a corner and found her. The girl from the footage stood with her arms up defensively, bare feet planted on the cold floor. He slid to a stop.
"Come with me if you want to live," Kid Flash said.
The girl relaxed and nodded, falling into step behind him.
They regrouped quickly, dodging fallen genomorphs on the way back.
"Nice to see you too, KF," Robin said.
"I found her, didn't I?"
Peter looked between them. "No wonder I'm so lost. I'm trying to find stairs in a place with just an elevator."
"Hope you don't mind a detour first," Robin said. "We need to head down and possibly rescue someone else."
Peter sighed. "Sure. The more the merrier."
He grabbed his lasso and coiled it, then pointed at Aqualad. "You look heaviest, so I'll take you."
Kid Flash's face fell in a way Peter didn't seem to notice.
Au where Danny is pulled into the realms during the lab accident. He flees deeper into the 'ghost zone,' terrified what his parents will do if he goes through the portal. He still ends up meeting and fighting certain characters from the show, but otherwise just ends up wandering the realms, learning about its inhabitants, and getting stronger.
Eventually he falls through a random portal to....
Oh so many options. Let’s start with the tags. DC and Batman feels a bit over done. Marvel would fit well though is right behind DC with popularity. My little pony is a wild idea. Would he still look human or take a ponyworld form?
Now other things. Percy Jackson is my latest fixation and him interacting with ghost king Nico would be interesting. Oh but imagine if Danny is thought of as a rouge (or is it spelled rogue? darn dyslexia) ghost that Hades thinks escaped the underworld and is sending Nico to go catch.
Hmm other worlds he could land in. Sonic the hedgehog, Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Avatar the Last Airbender, Pokemon, Ben 10, the Disney-verse with Kim Possible, American dragon, and Lilo and Stitch, Care Bears, Harry Potter, … that’s all I can think of.
Nico gets frustrated by an elusive ghost that's becoming an internet cryptid. Danny is just vibing, a but lonely if he's honest with himself, exploring this world until he finds a soft spot to get back to the realms...
When Nico catches up with him, he's not a ghost in the way nico recognizes, and maybe another emergency situation happens to properly introduce Danny to Nico.
I normally have Danny adopted by Thanatos since he is the more unusual choice, but either works and Nico could use a cabin mate. I haven’t read past trials of Apollo but I think we can just make something up. Actually let’s have Danny be a red herring and there is some other dead person who escaped the underworld but Danny is the first one Nico finds. Because Danny isn’t originally from that universe and because he is only half dead he sort of slips under the radar of both life and death gods. then we have Danny leading Nico on a marry little goose chase with Danny enjoying the game and Nico getting increasingly frustrated. Until we get to the point there a bunch of monsters trying to corner some demigods and Danny helps fight them off. Which doesn’t fit the behavior of the escaped ghost Nico is after at all.
I only have a half hour lunch today so I will tag a few other pjo fans. @raynewolferune @emacrow @kizzer55555
What if how the mist affects Danny is that no one notices him until he initiates interaction? So like, he could go in the middle of a bank robbery, grab something from the soda machine, and no one would notice unless he bumped into a person or tapped them on the shoulder. And this happens in and out of ghost form.
Don’t have an AU name yet, but I was thinking about an AU where Robert and Malevola meet earlier. I don’t have a lot of meat yet but there’s enough bones that I’m willing to share what goes on inside my noggin:
- Years before the main game. Robert is mid-twenties. Malevola is long-lived, but she’s pretending to be mid-twenties rn
- Mecha Man Blue intervenes in a fight between some religious extremists and Malevola. Instead of just attacking her, he tries to see what’s happening. The religious extremists attack, so he defends and Malevola helps him. When the guys scurry off with their tails between their legs, Mecha Man Blue gets out suit to talk to her. She’s a little stunned by the courtesy but keeps her cool. Just for being nice, Malevola decides to accept his handshake instead of being mean. But, hey, wait, why’s he so—
- After parting ways, Mecha Man Blue sticks with her in her thoughts. For one, he was way more injured and filled with pain than she thought, and for another, the way he treated her was… refreshing. He was earnest, unafraid, straightforward—talked to her like a person, not something to fear or an object of lust
- Not sure how she does it yet, but she finds his apartment. Teleports inside and waits for him. When he finally arrives, she claims to be a demon sent from Hell to haunt him personally. Mecha Man Blue entertains her for a while before asking what she’s actually doing here. Calls her by name despite her not telling him that. At her questioning, he says that he looks into most people he meets. He knows she’s a criminal. When she wants to know why he’s been playing along with her when he knows, he again asks what she’s doing here. She reveals her wound transference power. She wants his injuries. She gets to ‘feed,’ and he gets less pain. He rejects this and kicks her out
- She keeps coming back. She might not have been sent from Hell, but she will haunt him. Robert—that’s his name—grows tolerant of this frequent intruder in his apartment. He doesn’t have many rules: don’t break anything, no drugs, clean up your messes, no crime. She follows those rules, staying longer and longer
- And bringing stuff—like her plants—because “don’t break anything” isn’t a real rule until there’s things to break
- Robert comes back one day halfway to death. He really is going to die, actually, so Malevola ignores his wishes and takes his injuries. He’s grateful when he wakes up but distant. Pushing for answers, he eventually admits that he doesn’t want to get used to having his injuries disappear. He needs to toughen up and learn to endure it. Trying to respect his wishes, they agree for her to only take the big injuries (which he gets way more often than he should)
- Malevola’s spends most of her time at his place when Robert suggests Narcotics Anonymous to her. Once she’s clean, she can move in properly and come help him fight crime. He says it jokingly, but she takes it seriously. It isn’t easy since she’s relied on drugs for so long, but she has a goal now, and though Robert isn’t an official sponsor, his help goes a long way
- After getting clean, she does start helping Robert out. The crowds she used to run around with are surprised to see her with Mecha Man… at least until they see him fight outside his suit. They start calling him her hellhound. She sometimes calls him that, too, much to his “annoyance”
- NA reaches out to Malevola about being a sponsor to a “peculiar case.” A microaggression against non-humans, she supposes, but that just makes her want to take the case on more. Robert encourages her, so that’s how Victor/Sonar comes into their lives
- The Phoenix Program comes up. Malevola considers it. If she becomes a proper hero, she can actually start working with Robert. She won’t have to hide anymore. It’s never bothered her before, but she wants to go out with Robert to normal places
- With his permission, Malevola signs herself and Sonar up for the program. It isn’t easy being villains in a hero’s world and non-humans in a human’s world, but they make it work
- And then Robert disappears. Malevola finds out about the crash. With a portal, she manages to see Robert. Takes as many of his injuries as she can, but he’s still comatose. She visits him as often as she can, maintaining her job and hunting the Red Ring and searching for the Astral Pulse
- When Robert wakes up and has more-or-less stabilized, she finally asks him out on a proper date. She’d been hesitant before because she likes what they have, but his life is too short for her not to risk it all
- Robert kinda thought they already were dating and all of this was just how demons court someone
Idea for an Owl House x Hazbin Hotel crossover that I might try one day
There have been a few Hazbin Hotel x Owl House fanfics that I've seen before, but almost all of them are set during the events of the Show, long after Luz or whoever they dropped into Hell has established themselves.
Its mostly an excuse for the Owl House character to be an Overlord already, so they can either replace Alastor or be a sort of power fantasy self insert. Which are always fun to read, but I got this idea stuck in my head after reading one too many of these kinds of fics.
What if there was a Fic set during Luz's early years in Hell, not long after she established herself?
The basic plot I have outlined goes like this:
A few years after the Epilogue, Luz dies during a huge disaster on the Boiling Isles. The Left Arm starts to slowly fall, and Luz uses her Titan Form to save as many people as possible, burning out her Magic to save every single person living on the Arm. She dies surrounded by her friends and family, and stringbean turns to wood as she dies.
She wakes up in Hell looking like a witch version of her human self, with stringbean, and after one of the nicer sinners explains what happened she is forced to deal with her new life.
She eventually builds herself a cabin outside the city, on a cliff overlooking a lake of boiling blood, in the middle of a razor tree forest. She says its nostalgic. Its basically her own little Owl House.
One day she saves a brand new sinner from a mugging and takes them to her home, and this keeps happening until she has built a little community for herself.
It keeps growing, and one day the Extermination happens. Luz manages to fight off the pair of Exorcists that find the community, and more people flock to her from the notoriety it gains her. She feels guilty anyone at all died, but others see it as a monumental achievement.
Eventually people grow distrusting of her generosity, and to smooth over their paranoia she is convinced to tell them that to have her protection they need to sell her their souls. Its heavily skewed im favor of the sinners, but nobody comments on that.
Eventually her little community grows and becomes a Town, and eventually gains a name. Luz is known as the Titan Witch (she can still use her Titan Form, and calls it that), so the town starts getting called The Titan Witches Haven. This then gets shortened to Titanhaven.
The main plot would revolve around Luz growing in power as a Fledgling Overlord, and dealing with another Overlord who has a bone to pick with her.
A certain gooey witch hunter Overlord, who ended up in Hell long before her, and had grown into Power on a basis of religious nutjobs who believed that God sent them to Hell to fulfill a divine purpose.
I also have some ideas about how much Heaven knows about the demon realm, and how the Exorcists would react to two of their soldiers being driven away by a single sinner. That's for later story arcs to cover though.
That's most of what I have so far, but I'm not confident that I could actually write the fic to a satisfactory level. I may try one day, but for now its just a fun thought experiment.
Ok but I’m wondering how in the world Luz ended up in HELL. Especially if she died saving people. What if it was a price? Like she gave up parts of her soul to use more Titan power to save people? So there just wasn’t enough to ‘judge’ and she ended in hell by default? (Like how the Titan ended up as a skeleton). But then that would mean Amity and the rest would end up in heaven. Can you imagine the utter chaos Amity would unleashed when she realized she was in heaven but Luz wasn’t?! Like, imagine thousands of years of Amity doing whatever she can to end up in hell/escape heaven. Absolute mayhem.
I have an idea for that, and one of the lines in my outline was literally "Nobody as genuinely nice as her would ever end up in Hell, she has to be up to something "
There is a reason for it, and while the full context is a bit of a spoiler, I will say this: Heaven Hates Titans.
I'm also considering whether the Demon Realm is another universe or not, and whether it would have its own afterlife or not.
I'm leaning towards no, cause Belos and Luz both died in the Demon Realm and ended up in Hell, and it opens up possibilities for other characters or elements of the Owl House to cross over with Hazbin Hotel, so I'm probably going to end up with a "Demon Realm is within the same universe but seperated somehow" kinda thing.
Which means that her Family and Friends will absolutely end up in one of the Afterlives, just not for a while since she only just died a few years after the Epilogue.
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Oh I’ve got a lot of animals I like. My favorites would be otters. Yes I know they are little walking war crimes like the rest of the weasel family, but that doesn’t make them any less cute. I am also a fan of squirrels and armadillos.
Idea for an Owl House x Hazbin Hotel crossover that I might try one day
There have been a few Hazbin Hotel x Owl House fanfics that I've seen before, but almost all of them are set during the events of the Show, long after Luz or whoever they dropped into Hell has established themselves.
Its mostly an excuse for the Owl House character to be an Overlord already, so they can either replace Alastor or be a sort of power fantasy self insert. Which are always fun to read, but I got this idea stuck in my head after reading one too many of these kinds of fics.
What if there was a Fic set during Luz's early years in Hell, not long after she established herself?
The basic plot I have outlined goes like this:
A few years after the Epilogue, Luz dies during a huge disaster on the Boiling Isles. The Left Arm starts to slowly fall, and Luz uses her Titan Form to save as many people as possible, burning out her Magic to save every single person living on the Arm. She dies surrounded by her friends and family, and stringbean turns to wood as she dies.
She wakes up in Hell looking like a witch version of her human self, with stringbean, and after one of the nicer sinners explains what happened she is forced to deal with her new life.
She eventually builds herself a cabin outside the city, on a cliff overlooking a lake of boiling blood, in the middle of a razor tree forest. She says its nostalgic. Its basically her own little Owl House.
One day she saves a brand new sinner from a mugging and takes them to her home, and this keeps happening until she has built a little community for herself.
It keeps growing, and one day the Extermination happens. Luz manages to fight off the pair of Exorcists that find the community, and more people flock to her from the notoriety it gains her. She feels guilty anyone at all died, but others see it as a monumental achievement.
Eventually people grow distrusting of her generosity, and to smooth over their paranoia she is convinced to tell them that to have her protection they need to sell her their souls. Its heavily skewed im favor of the sinners, but nobody comments on that.
Eventually her little community grows and becomes a Town, and eventually gains a name. Luz is known as the Titan Witch (she can still use her Titan Form, and calls it that), so the town starts getting called The Titan Witches Haven. This then gets shortened to Titanhaven.
The main plot would revolve around Luz growing in power as a Fledgling Overlord, and dealing with another Overlord who has a bone to pick with her.
A certain gooey witch hunter Overlord, who ended up in Hell long before her, and had grown into Power on a basis of religious nutjobs who believed that God sent them to Hell to fulfill a divine purpose.
I also have some ideas about how much Heaven knows about the demon realm, and how the Exorcists would react to two of their soldiers being driven away by a single sinner. That's for later story arcs to cover though.
That's most of what I have so far, but I'm not confident that I could actually write the fic to a satisfactory level. I may try one day, but for now its just a fun thought experiment.
Ok but I’m wondering how in the world Luz ended up in HELL. Especially if she died saving people. What if it was a price? Like she gave up parts of her soul to use more Titan power to save people? So there just wasn’t enough to ‘judge’ and she ended in hell by default? (Like how the Titan ended up as a skeleton). But then that would mean Amity and the rest would end up in heaven. Can you imagine the utter chaos Amity would unleashed when she realized she was in heaven but Luz wasn’t?! Like, imagine thousands of years of Amity doing whatever she can to end up in hell/escape heaven. Absolute mayhem.
Look, I generally don't write fanfiction. I read a hell of a lot of it, but I don't write it. That said, this showed up almost complete in a dream, and I woke up just before I hit the publish button, so...
Jack Fenton had a ... complicated relationship with his family. He knew that his father was once The Flash, and he knew that his father had to give up his connection to the Speedforce due to something called the Black Flash. His Dad never went into details, but what Jack knew was this: the Black Flash was some form of ghost that hunted his father whenever Dad got fast enough, and 'fast enough' kept getting slower and slower, until one day Dad was doing chores around the house and that was enough to put him within arms reach of Baby Jack. After that, Dad found a way to sever his connection to the SpeedForce and retired the Flash, letting some time travelling kid from the future take up the role. Whatever. He had his Dad. But... he just couldn't stand the way his father would look at him sometimes! It felt like Dad was blaming HIM for every person who died because Dad was no longer the Fastest Man Alive. In a search for identity away from that, he went to the gym, if he was built like a brick wall instead of a speedster, maybe that would help?
Then he met Maddie Waller in University, smart, driven, everything he ever wanted... and his Dad said Absolutely NOT, not Amanda Waller's daughter, son you don't know what you're doing! And that was that. When they got married, he went back to a grandmother's maiden name, a new start for both of them.
Now, looking at his son glitching at the edges, bone white hair, pressing a hand to his side with glowing green liquid oozing out between his fingers and begging them to stop, that he's still their son... Jack wonders if Black Flash had found them after all. Jack lowers his gun. His wife... does not. Then everything gets really, really slow. That's. HIS. BOY.
Jack finally understands why his father was so adamant he not marry Maddie. Let’s add some more lore and make Vlad Luthor’s kid. (So technically the younger brother of Kon. Would Luthor have initially mistaken Vlad’s ecto poisoning for kryptonite poisoning?)
