[Western Crossover] That Redhead Is a Man in Disguise

[It's finished! Thank you to all the readers for your support! Love you all so, so, so much!]

[My new story next door, "[Western Crossover] New York's Post-Bankruptcy Job Hunt," is now open (blurb at the very bottom). Feel free to add it to your favorites!]

[Blurb] [Western Crossover] That Redhead Is Cross-Dressing as a Woman

Peter, the most down-to-earth and good-natured superhero, is hailed as New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He rarely dislikes anyone, and is committed to sharing his warmth and happiness with everyone he meets.

Except Donald Windsor.

After being stood up, treated like a tool, and forced to do two people's work for a single penny, the little spider was thoroughly fed up. He maxed out his dislike of this coworker and cut off all social contact with him.

His already terrible impression only got worse when he saw his coworker being rude and inventing stories during an interview, then changing his tune and fawning over big names in the industry.

This was the first time the little spider had ever hated someone so much. He couldn't even bring himself to call the man by his name, referring to him in private just like everyone else did: Redhead.

But the beauty of life lies in its unpredictability.

During a street brawl, Peter rescued a blonde woman. She helped women in vulnerable situations, exposed human experimentation, stood by the Journalists' Code of Ethics and reported the truth, and revealed the biases overlooked because of sexism.

Though she was merely a mortal, she was always on the front lines. No matter how badly she was hurt, she never gave up helping others.

It seemed only natural that he would fall for her.

Wanting a legitimate reason to care for and protect her, and driven by the burning emotions in his heart, the superhero took off his mask, confessed who he was, and poured out his love.

Then the blonde woman calmly looked at him and took off her wig, too.

Beneath the dazzling blonde hair was a familiar redhead.

!!!

That redhead was actually a man dressed as a woman!

A pure-love story, Peter tops x Redhead bottoms

[Content warning]

The author is still figuring out a lot about feminism, and there are plenty of shortcomings in this story. I've also often thought, "I want to write pure romance and love women at the same time, but I'm an idiot," so I wanted to give you a heads-up.

Of course, if you're interested, don't worry. This silly author has done their best to reconcile the two. Judging by the comments so far, it seems to be going okay?

Please also keep in mind Babben's personal rule: men in fiction don't count as part of the male population. Don't project real people onto them, don't project real people onto them, don't project real people onto them. Babben will write some of their flaws, but in truth they are a wondrous species apart from the two sexes.

I look forward to friendly discussion. Thank you for reading.

[Western Crossover] New York's Post-Bankruptcy Job Hunt

Also known as "A Look at the Man the City Loves" and "Can You Get a Job in Another Universe After Your City Is Destroyed?"

Iron Man top x airheaded beauty + a regionally popular charmer + maxed-out luck + New York City, the city's will, who dotes only on Iron Man

[Blurb]

This New York is so, so unfortunate.

As a supposedly peaceful, cozy, ordinary city, New York on Earth-2222 has no superheroes. The biggest crime every day is robbery.

And then aliens invaded.

And a nuclear bomb.

That's a tough one.

As he stood there with tears in his eyes, preparing for annihilation, he saw that notorious arms dealer step forward and stand in front of him, a mere mortal shielding him.

Afterward, his consciousness was preserved, and he took human form. As punishment for interfering in human affairs, he was sent to serve a sentence in a composite world.

It was his first time being human, and New York fumbled through everything. He often passed out from hunger or failed to realize he was seriously injured, and he always felt out of place in this world.

Thankfully, a pair of bright caramel-colored eyes was always watching him, so life wasn't all bad.

Tony had a million FUCKs he'd like to say.

For once, he had fallen for someone, and for a city.

Whether it was a person didn't matter. What mattered was that he had never dreamed he'd be treated as a substitute.

The other man's limitless tolerance of him was nothing but because he resembled someone else.

Tony Stark, aka Iron Man: ???

Excuse me?

Are you sure you're talking about Tony Stark: superhero, billionaire, playboy, genius scientist, philanthropist, arms dealer...?

He was even more shocked and confused than angry.

Even if the person his lover had a crush on was himself from a parallel universe... Sure, it made sense, but it still wasn't okay!

He wondered if the city had been hit on the head. After all, accidents could happen anytime, like that explosion or some wormhole across time and space.

When he questioned the culprit, the man only giggled and lifted his head to kiss Tony's chin.

"Every Tony Stark is amazing, but the one I love is you!"

Tony: ...

Tony shrugged, then held New York tighter in his arms.

As it turned out, nobody could resist a straightforward confession. Not even Tony Stark.

Tony Stark had a dream.

In the dream, his parents were held up by a snowstorm. At Christmas dinner that year, his father Howard, under Maria's pressure, awkwardly told his son, "I love you."

He attended the funeral of his godfather, Steve Rogers. The lingering injuries of the war years had worn down the super-soldier's body. The first Captain America died just before the year 2000, and his lover Peggy couldn't stop thinking back to their dance in 1945.

Bucky was the coolest uncle. He took Tony out to flirt with girls, and couldn't quit drinking even when he had only one tooth left. He remained a bachelor into old age. He always managed to run into Tony when the boy ran away from home, and drove that old pickup truck like a maniac when they went for a ride.

The dream was so beautiful that, for a moment, Tony didn't want to wake up.

But life had to go on.

He held his lover in the warmth of the blankets, buried his face against their shoulder and neck, and told them the story.

"Thank you."

He leaned in and kissed their forehead.

"I love you."

A mix of Marvel, DC, X-Men, and city and world wills.

I thought about it for a long time and decided only a city's devotion is worthy of my Iron Man.

Iron Man is the best, and I will not hear otherwise.

Theme: This world is a reasonable place