I have a fic idea (A horror fic), Similar to my other fic Maw (About body Horror, biology/ what it means to be human, philosophy). Would you like to see DadMic in that fic? I tend to do Dadzawa (and shit on Present Mic idk why), want something new.
Omg, I love your last fic. Could you possibly do a part 2, please?
Don't forget to take care of yourself!! 🖤🖤
SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY!!! I got carried away with Uni.
Anyways, Part 2 to Part 1
Aizawa studied his daughter’s face. She wasn’t a rambunctious child, but docile and introverted; he never had to worry about her abusing his rules or pushing on his limits too hard. She didn’t argue with him about sleepover, computer time, TV time, and phone time. She did her chores and schoolwork in a timely fashion. Of course, there were moments she pushed back or lied, but those were rare.
Aizawa kept her out of the media’s eye. Food is always on the table, and he made sure her basic needs were fulfilled… but he can’t figure out where things went wrong for her to feel like this. Was it depression? Derealization? Delusions? How did he miss this? He doesn’t know what to ask her, what to say to make things better.
That night, he didn’t sleep; he just paced the living room. Every thirty minutes, he checks in on her, studying her sleeping form. Fear gripping his mind, paranoia eating at his logic, and doubt eating away at his resolve. By morning, he had drunk over four cups of coffee, trying to soothe his mind with something familiar.
As the first crack of dawn comes in his mind is wide awake. With a low creak, her door opens. Aizawa looks up at her. Her hair is messy as she walks out, rubbing her eyes. The silence falls heavy in the kitchen.
“… when did you start feeling this way?” He finally asked. She didn’t even look over at him, just moved to the fridge.
“I knew since I was born. Since I first saw an All Might poster. I knew where I was.” She spoke with such unguarded candor, it’s unnerving.
“You believe you're reincarnated?” He wanted— needed to hear her say it. She pauses and finally turns to him.
“I remember dying. I remember waking up and being a baby. I remember what my real mom and dad were.” That struck Aizawa deep in his heart. Real. He didn’t show it, but hearing her say it really broke his heart. “I didn’t recognize you right away, not until after All Might.” He didn’t even process the second part of her words; his mind was stuck on one aspect.
“... Real parents? Do you not see me as your father?” It came out of his mouth like lead, heavy and poison-like.
“I do, but if someone asks who I see when I think of dad. I think of him.”
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You stared at Aizawa; it looked like he might cry. He doesn't, he just lets out this deep, shaky sigh and nod. You're fond of him, but you don’t know if it can be considered love. Can it be real love if this world isn’t real? Can he actually love you beyond this dream?
“… I can still call you dad, right?” You ask in a childish voice. The words falling from your lips before you fully think them out. He looks at you and smiles.
“Of course.” He said, pulling you into a tight hug. You sit there, quietly. For a moment, just this one moment, everything feels… tangible.
The Reader can be either adopted or biological; the distinction doesn't matter. Also a bit of angst.
The first time Aizawa realized his daughter was different, she was ten. She wouldn’t stop checking the news, searching up All Might. He didn’t understand then, at that time, All Might was on a hiatus. That night, she insisted on sleeping in his bed with him (she was terrified, and he didn’t understand).
When she was fourteen, she suddenly asked, “All Might is going to be a teacher at UA, right?” She asked that before it was even confirmed by the school board and Principal Nedzu.
Then she asked to go to UA. He said no, obviously. But she still applied for general ed. She got it. He wasn’t happy; he never wanted his child to be a hero. It’s dangerous work. He’s a father first and foremost.
Then on the fourth day of school, she turned to him right before school with this hauntingly distant gaze, and with a grim tone, she uttered, “You won’t die, but it’ll hurt.”
The last straw was when she turned to him right before summer break, “Keep an eye on the blondes.” Then the Training Camp was attacked, and Bakugou was stolen.
He needs to talk to her.
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You look up to see your dad standing in your door frame, your gut twists as you spot his grim, determined expression. He walks into your room and pulls your desk chair to your bed. Shinsou told you his parents asked if he could move into the dorms.
You know this.
You're more concerned about whether your dad will allow you to move into the dorms or if he pulls one of his “I’m the parent” moves and pulls you out of UA. You keep your notebook on the canon plot close so he can’t see.
“You’re hiding something from me,” your dad spoke slowly, “Would you like to tell me?” He studied your face for a moment. You slightly frown. He does this when you're in trouble; he gives you a chance to explain yourself before he tells you what he discovered.
The problem is you did nothing, so what is he even talking about?
“No.” You said slowly, “What are you talking about?” Your dad sighs and drags his hand down his clean-shaven face. For a character meant to be unattractive, they surely fail.
“Honey…” You see his jaw clenched, and he sighs and takes your hand in his rough, callous palm. “There’s a suspicion of a traitor at UA…” He begins slowly.
I know.
He stares dead into your eyes, a cold, nearly unloving gaze, “Are you the traitor?” He asks bluntly.
“No.”
“Then how did you know Bakugou was going to get attacked and kidnapped?”
You pull your hand back and pull your legs up to your chest. What do you say? The truth? Would he even believe in the truth? He’s a rational man, and this isn’t a rational situation.
“Dad—... do you believe that people can be reborn?” You study his face. You watch as his eyes slightly widen imperceptively.
“Why?”
“... Would you believe me that I’m a reborn soul?” His silence said it all. He did not. You bring your legs down, folding them underneath you. “I know the future because I saw it on TV, I read about you— about Midoriya…”
“... Why didn’t you tell me?” He utters quietly as he tries to reach for your hand. You pull back before he could touch you.
“Because nothing felt real. Because you don’t feel real. Because sometimes I think I’m dreaming. Because everything is following the storyline.” You told him quietly. You like him— you like his character.
“Nothing feels real?”
“No.”
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If you like my writing and want more, please leave a request; however, I don't really do Canon character x canon character!
If anyone wants more, Dadzawa asks away!!!
Synopsis: A dead body is contaminated with a sentient parasite that's billions of years old, and stuff happens.
TW: Body horror, unrealistic(?) science, mention of murder
Links:
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ao3
Quotev
2. Black Sun: Reborn || BNHA X Villain (OP) Reader
Synopsis: Hawks finds a girl who has no records, no papers, no history. With the help of UA they slowly begin to peel back the layers and it's worse than they think.
TW: Abuse, Trauma, canon divergent, Major character death, stroy not told linearly, Mention of SA, Adult themes(No Smut)
Link:
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Ao3
Quotev
3. Obsessive System || Yandere BNHA X Modern (F) Reader
Synopsis: You died, you get an asshole system, and you know nothing about what's going on. Oh and you can time travel and everyone is oddly obsessed with you and you don't realize until it's too late.
TW: Yandere theme, Death, Weak MC (Start), Angst, Murder, Trauma, Canon divergent, Major character death
Link:
Wattpad
Ao3
Quotev
4. Look at Me || BNHA X Avatar (F) Reader
Synopsis: You are the first Earth bending Avatar, a former warlord now stuck in a word with super power. You're old stuck in a kid's body. Oh, and you're also blind
TW: War/ war like mentality, Strong will MC, Death, Canon divergant
Link:
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Ao3
Quotev
5. What's up Doc? || BNHA X Bugs Bunny (GN) Reader
Synopsis: You're bugs bunny, and every 5 chapters you get to be depressed.
TW: Crack fic
Link:
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Ao3
Quotev
6. Mastermind || BNHA X (F) Reader
Synopsis: You're just a bubbly girl who's "transmigrated" into bnha and you want to change everything for the better!
TW: Major character death, cult, murder, canon divergant, Blackmail
Link:
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Ao3
Quotev
7. Mother Monster || BNHA X (F) Reader
Synopsis: You are old but age slowly. History has its eyes on you, oh and your family tree is pretty chaos, it's a family issue now.
TW: AFO being a butt hurt brat, Overhaul is a brat
Link:
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Quotev
8. Unforeseen Chances || BNHA X Hagakure Reader
Synopsis: You were reborn as Toru Hagakure and you don't want to be a pathetic side character. You'll be a hero!
TW: Mention of child abuse and Mineta
Link:
Wattpad
Ao3
Quotev
9. Adore || BNHA X (F) Reader
Synopsis: You are a corrupt business woman who went back in time. You're pragmatic and cruel. Oh and you have plans of changing everything because you wanted a second chance to be happy.
Before we start, welcome new readers, returning readers, and everyone who randomly clicked on this fic! This will have the standard Love and Depression, and if anyone knows me ( ¬ᴗ¬)... This fic will contain the standard canon violence and steaminess.
This fic will have different routes and route questions (kinda like the game). Each route question has been given a point. At the end of the said Love Interest route, it will determine which ending you get. Of course, there is an option for all five of them (Letsgo). There are 20 end routes (Ambitious, I know!) and some secret end routes.
Notes:
M/C = Protagonist of Love and Deepspace
Y/N = MC of the fic
O/N = Original Name (Comes in later)
For simplistic M/C and Y/N, they will be the same race. But M/C still has her face. (it’ll make sense later on!)
Y/N and M/C are not the same person… kinda.
And Lastly: Everything has meaning; English is not my first language— I have Dyslexia, and this will have slow updates. Because I am still playing the game, I know there's a sixth (Or more) but we’re gonna pretend it's only five!
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M/C’s life is finally recovering. Caleb’s back! Albeit he’s so… different, but they can work on that! Though she left Skyhaven and returned to her hunter duties, they still keep in touch. But she’s been having a bad dream. She calls it a dream because it’s not quite a nightmare yet. She always wakes up before it turns into a nightmare. It’s a dream she always falls for.
She wakes up in an orchard of apple groves, soft grass, and moss beneath her feet. It’s warm and sunny, but it’s not too hot out. She always wakes up under a great gigantic tree— eyes focusing on a round juicy apple. She can hear songbirds singing heavenly tunes.
The pain in her heart flares up.
She can hear a loud, hissy bitter laugh. From her blurry vision, she sees white alabaster scales slithering towards her, with white eyes and red slit pupils. It— no, she is, watch M/C. She slithers over her body, her cold scales soothing the burn in M/C’s chest. It finally comes at a coil around her throat.
Eyes are the window to your soul~
She hisses soothingly. It’s cold— ice cold, and she takes the heat from M/C’s heart. The snake bites her neck, her fangs scorching her entire body. Then something rips the snake back. M/C always wakes up in a cold, mucky sweat. The first time she woke up screaming.
The white snake, the strange comforting words, the bite, The Stranger, and waking up sweaty. She’s not scared of the snake… the snake isn’t the problem. It is what pulled the snake from her that scares M/C. The Stranger— it has a long neck, long arms, long legs, all black. The only thing not black is the pale face and those sickly red eyes.
Every dream after The Stranger slowly inches closer. Sometimes The Stranger is a man, other times it is a woman; both are terrifying. It’s hard to sleep now; that dream is too much for her to understand.
Maybe she should look to see if someone has a dream reading Evol. She’d like to put an end to this horrifying dream before The Stranger gets close enough to touch her dream self.
But today the dream turned into a nightmare.
She’s back in the orchard; the treetops are lush with life. Big juice apples hang from the branches. They look delicious. The grass is ungodly, soft under her feet. Little clovers bloom dotting the area.
Gugh!
M/C looks down. A black hand with uncomfortably long nails holds her beating heart. She turns to see The Stranger smile broadly at her. It has more teeth to be human. The skin looks like Play-Doh. It smells like… home…
My dear Wraith Walker, I’ve caught you now~
M/C wakes up screaming and flailing. She falls out of bed and stares at her room. The fat little puffer fish stared blankly at her. She lets out a deep sigh and pushes her hair back. She climbs to her feet and walks to her bathroom.
One shower later, she feels slightly better.
Her heart hurts…
She flicks on the news.
“The rift over Linkon City Center Plaza has grown to span the skyline. So far UNICORN’s data analysis is working on seeing if this is another Chronorift Catastrophe or not.” She makes herself some coffee and sits down on her couch.
M/C closes her eyes and falls into a dead sleep.
She sees a tall woman, who turns into a man, then a child, and lastly, an old person. They turn to face her, a soft warm smile on her face.
“Who are you?” She asks.
“Who cares;” the being replied. M/C noticed the white eyes and red slit pupil.
“You’re the snake,” M/C gawks. The being blinks before laughing, shaking their head, and cocking their head to the side. “... Aren’t you a woman?” M/C asks in shock.
“Does it matter if I am a woman? Man?” the being asks, their body slowly morphing into a snake. Large, like a primordial snake god(dess).
“What are you?” M/C asks. The snake slowly coils around her, and M/C finds herself leaning into their cold scaly body. She naturally sighs into them. They stole the burning heat from her heart. She just lays there.
She never felt so loved…
“It’s time you wake up.”
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“Alert! Alert! Alert!”
M/C’s eyes shoot open.
“What—”
“Alert! Alert! Alert!” Her watch goes off. She looks at her Spacepedia flashing red. M/C’s eyes widen and she scrambles to her feet. She looks around; she has no time to change— she simply grabs her guns and keys and sprints out of the apartment.
Wanderers have broken into Linkon City.
M/C runs through the City, people running by screaming and crying. M/C feels her lungs burn painfully in her chest. She wheezes, brows furrow, her steps stagger and she grips her chest. She feels the tightness and pressure creep up her neck and jaw. She sees stars in her body. After a second, she tries to walk. She almost falls over as a sharp, stabbing pain shoots through her heart.
“Nggh!” she winces. Her vision goes out for a second and she couldn’t see anything but static. “Alert! Alert! Alert!” M/C stagger to her feet and keep walking. She has a duty. She finds herself in the main plaza— the city’s heart.
The small crack that had formed two days ago was now a deep, gaping, cavernous hole. Like reality itself is shattering, like the one-way mirror is exposing this reality to the madness underneath. The pain twists into a dull pressure. Through gritted teeth, she clings to her guns.
She sees other Hunters running around, the strong working alone, the weaker ones in teams, but there are so many— a never-ending stream. Even with the splotches in her eyes, she points her gun at the nearest wanderers.
She pulls the trigger.
She shatters its arm.
“M/C?” She looks over and smiles at Tara running towards her, also in basic clothes. “You’ve come just in time!” She gasps minor cuts on her cheek. M/C tries to smile through the pain, but all she can manage is a toothy grimace.
“Are you ok?” Tara asks. Her worried expression doesn’t make M/C feel any better.
“Y-yeah,” M/C mutters, “What’s the situation?”
“The rift just burst open like a seam and wanderers are just pouring out— where overrun!” Tara explains, her gun in hand. “Captian Jenna is leading the charge— Look out!” M/C twirls around a wanderer who is inches away from her.
It crumbles away.
“Xavier?” M/C gasps seeing the man standing there, sword in hand. “You ok?” He asks calmly. M/C only nods.
“C’mon, help me get rid of some of the wanderers.” M/C nods and the two resonate.
M/C can feel blood seeping into her mouth. She tries not to freak out or alert anyone to her health problem— they have bigger fish to fish. The three of them rush forward, taking out wanderers.
They just keep coming.
For everyone, one wanderer that’s killed— three more come through the rift. Gauh! M/C’s thrown across the plaza, and a wanderer hit her from behind. She crashes into a fence, blood falling from her lips. “M/C!” Tara screams in horror.
M/C shakes her head. She grabs her shirt, it’s clinging to her damp skin. It feels like her heart is trying to burn its way through her chest. All her nerves are screaming at her to give up simply. She sits there, black splotches filling her vision.
“M/C!” Xavier skids to a stop next to her, crouching down to check her condition. “Are you ok?” He asks searching her face. He sees the blood dribbling down her chin. He drags his thumb across her lips.
BOOM!
They look up to see Farpace Fleet flying in. M/C could see the flagship Caleb’s in. Her heart seems to slow subconsciously. Someone reliable is here! She can hear the other hunters sighing and cheering. She turns to Xavier a small smile on her lips.
Woaaaaaah!
The rift screams. The jagged edge of the rift begins to flack off, widening and growing bigger. M/C climbs to her feet, pushing down the growing pain in her body. She’ll risk a long scolding by Zayne if it means saving people.
The cheers and the screaming fade into a low subsonic vibration. She can hear it groan and moan. She sees hands ripping the rift larger and larger. She sees many mouths and nearly as many eyes staring at them.
What god of madness is she looking at?
Step closer… come to me.
M/C feels her body grow rigid. No one reacted to that voice. Only she heard it— it chose her. She grips her head as the voice cajole her to get closer— step closer. The sweet honey-filled voice pulls on her mind and she begins to walk forward. M/C can see the wanderers dripping off the creature— like it’s the mother ship.
They all run past her.
“M/C?” She can barely hear the
Eyes are the window to your soul.
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The moment she touched the rift, it exploded open. Bright, blinding, cruel light bathed the city. Cracks form splitting half of Linkon City. Xavier’s eyes widen— he has never heard of this event— never read it in the history books.
What is this?
He feels a familiar presence, a familiar rage.
His eyes widen in shock as the N901 Zone bleeds into existence. The dark, grungy city now is forced into the midst of Linkon City. Xavier sees a crow with shiny feathers flying high in the sky, crossing from the N901 Zone into Linkon City.
People from the N901 Zone begin to enter the streets, eyes wide, and curious. They weren’t scared at all. Xavier rushes forward, seeing the strange light consume M/C— like a snake shoving itself down her throat.
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Sylus watches on with a frown. He couldn’t tell who the person near that rift was. The twins appear behind him, also watching on curiously. He hopes his little Miss Hunter isn’t here.
When Mephisto lands on his shoulder, his heart drops.
The energy coming from the rift is far greater than he has seen on Earth… He’s seen it on Philos… When that witch imprisoned him. He could never forget that energy.
Endless.
Hungry.
Greedy.
He steps forward hand stretched out. He pulls on the energy, the white blinding light fades and he can see M/C being wrapped in a white shimmery scale. Like a snake. The snake’s eyes slither in his direction and he feels every fiber of his being screaming in rage.
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“What’s going on?” Caleb asks, storming up to Captain Jenna.
“Besides the rift expanding, M/C, one of my hunters is in the epicenter.” Jenna grimace. Caleb’s eyes widen and he looks at her. The energy coming from that direction is all-consuming.
She’s dying! His mind screams. He turns to his men, his mouth painfully dry.
“She’s turning!” someone shouts.
Before he could do anything, Jenna takes a shot.
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BOOM!
The ring of the gun pierces through the awe of the energy coming from the rift. The bullet flies, uncontested by anything. It hits its target. M/C’s head explodes.
And she falls.
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Until she didn’t.
She stands back up, headless. It’s like time flows backward and her head pieces itself. She’s resonating with… with something— the energy? No one could tell.
She flies up, like a fairy, a long strange. She pulls out a long sewing needle from her palm. She pulls a single strand of hair out and comically she begins to sew the rift shut. They watch as the Needle simply sewed on its own. She looks so gorgeous floating there— like a god.
As the final stitch is finished up, the entire rift vanishes, but the N901 Zone is still in the center of Linkon City.
And she falls, hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
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I will only be posting the first 10 chapters (For ease for myself as I know they'll get super long)
Someone from the "IRL" world falls into Lads who hasn't played the game (Only knows it through memes) It be a crack fic but since this is Love and depression there's angst anyone interested?
Title:
Forget-Me-Not
Synopsis:
Dying is one thing, being another person that kinda looks like you, but is not you, is downright creepy. The real problem is the five men fighting each other, while proclaiming you know them.
Ya don’t...
And you have forgotten something.
Rating:
17+ (it's unhinged/ranchy/and dirty) Idk if I do smut tho.
You thought dying would be the final step of life. But to your surprise, you had a second chance, reincarnation. You for a moment before you saw yourself thought you were an original self, but you were simply reincarnated into a side character. A side character only made as a gag. Your existence was whittled down to a joke. You intend to be more.
Reincarnated as a weak Tooru Hagakure, you want to prove to the world that you're more than just a joke— more than just a pretty face and naked body. They’ll see you! Invisible or not.
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