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MORE PRINCEKNIGHT....or is it?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(Arcane season 2 spoilers)
(Seriously massive spoilers)
(scroll past because the title will spoiler you already)
I can prove Jinx is alive
with a lot of knowledge and deductions
The mafia boys meet inter-dimensional travel (pt.1)
Relationships: Romantic erasermic, platonic erasermic
AU: Mafia AU and reverse Mafia AU
Warnings: Cursing
Credit: This is inspired and written for @nartothelar's Mafia AUs, with permission. PLEASE go check their work out!
Summary: The mafia Au and reverse mafia AU Hizashis switch dimensions, and are so tired.
Hizashi straightens his skirt as he looks at himself in the strange mirror of a room he doesn’t recognize. Sighing, he turns on his heeled shoes to go and see if Aizawa is around. Today is not starting well, and he could use a familiar face.
The room- well it’s the correct shade of green on the walls but the pictures are wrong, and Squeak is not here on his perch…. Hmmmm.
The door to the room opens and there stands Shouta Aizawa- Or a strangely dressed aizawa with all his fingers on display as he holds out two different swords to Hizashi.
"Boss," Aizawa says with a nod then, "Are you sick or some shit?"
Hizashi blinks slowly, once, then twice, "No, I'm not sick."
"Great, let's go, Bakugou blew shit up again."
"Again?" Hizaahi sighs slowly, "Damn."
Aizawa nods, "Let's go then. Boss."
Hizashi blinks, "Aizawa, what are you wearing?”
“Clothes.”
Hizashi would say something but this is a standard conversation. It is weird to see Shouta Aizawa dressed like this without the proper jacket, or even Cannoli on his arm.
“You-” Hizashi begins, almost accusing because he wants to know where the blazer went.
“You are the one dressed different.”
Hizashi blinks slowly then, “What’s my name then?”
A Thousand Pieces of You by Claudia Gray
6 in the morning and havnt slept, was thinking how ridiculous the movie Alien is. One point being that the water in the air would have killed them before that glass of water ever did. Then I thought that maybe in reality, those aliens mastered inter-dimensional travel and they went to the land of OZ, and impregnated the wicked witch of the wests mother, hereby explaining her weakness to water, and subsequent death.
Writing prompt: a character (from a doomed time line) is sent to a different time line where their life is better, where they could live and thrive and be happy. They have to decide whether they want to go back to try and save their doomed timeline or do they stay where they’ll live?
All right, so I've started on this, but I haven't finished. I'll reply with the rest though! (I really like this prompt, it has a lot of food for thought)
ahem:
We are called group 1A. We are the first to attempt inter-dimensional travel. We are not special, not precious. I do not pretend to ignore the village’s message to me, to those who have been selected. We are the dispensible, the worthless. The ones who this small community will not miss in the event of failure.
Even so, we will be the first. The first at what, it does not matter. This dimension is crumbling like stale bread, and all we have left are a few crumbs before even the ants will disregard us. We are almost out of time. It feels as if a clock is constantly ticking in the background, counting down to our demise. Even in silence, I hear the ticking.
I am strapped to a metal bench, wedged between the other two chosen for the first mission. Across from us is a miniscule screen that counts down from fifteen. If is fitting, I think; it gives a voice to the ticking I have heard ever since I was informed that I would be part of group 1A.
We have 13 seconds to go.
I look around the room, squinting to see beyond plastic panels that seperate us from the scientists running this operation. Some have screens that they will use to record how the first mission goes.
8 seconds left.
The man next to me clenches his fists. His breath is coming in short gasps. I put my hand over his, and he stills. His face twists into a grimace.
5 seconds.
The room is white, too white. The walls are too polished, too shiny. My last view of this dimension will be the plastic sheen of sterile labs.
3 seconds.
The man next to me grips my hand tighter.
The ticking continunes. I can hear the ticking in my head echo the clock. 2, 1…
Pain. All I know is pain. I am everything, nothing all at once. I am everywhere, my body being pulled in all directions. It feels as though I am tumbling down a circular staircase. The woman on my right is screaming, but I cannot hear her. It is as if the air has turned to sand and I am buried in it. It is endless, the pain, and I have enough time to come to terms with my death. I will not be missed, and I will not miss myself. I was doomed from the start, what difference does it make how I die?
We jolt to a stop, the leather straps digging in to my chest as I lurch forward. There is no more pain, and we are alive.
Snerk peek of Mafia inter-dimensional travel Part 3
((As always this is fanfiction written with permission based of of @nartothelar 's mafia au please go check them out, they have killer Pokémon art too!))
Aizawa has many duties as a body guard, he never though that babysitting and alternate hizashi yamada would be one of them. He knows better now.
Now? Now Aizaw is babysitting Hizashi and missing his boss. As one does when a villian fucks up your love life.
Which is how Aizawa and Hizashi find themselves tied back to back atop a goat.