"Hey," said Mad Rat, once the two of them were settled and staring up at the stars. "Uh. Heart. Do you know what the L stick is?"

The beginnings of a time-travel fixit, featuring Ghost as a time traveler dropped into the past without much more than the cloak on their back, Greenpath Vessel as baby, Lost Kin as prescient and lowkey filled with rage, a random shade somehow tagging along, and the Hollow Knight as Knight Mostly Not Appearing In This Fic.

"The cards told me to come to you," the man with the low-browed hat explained as he took the final empty seat at the table. Ekko slid him the last mug, which he accepted. "I find they're often right."

"Are we just picking up every goddamn weirdo in this tavern tonight?" hissed Ziggs, making good on his minute of progress by knocking his mug directly off the edge of the table in one frustrated gesture.

"Aw, you wound me," said Rumble. "There's only like, three new people here, tops. And that guy's your ex, right?"

"No," replied Ziggs, at the same time as Heimerdinger said, "Yes, unfortunately."

Or, "when the league is legendary idk ive never played it", timeloop edition.

Beyond world's edge, a second chance appears.