#Fallen hero fanfiction

[chaniters]

Keeping the lights on

Cyrus decides to stay where his friends are, come what may --------------

Alone and surrounded by machinery is one of the most calming setups you could ask to spend your time in. The basement level has plenty of unused space, mostly storage units and vaults, one of them which Steel has made abundantly clear that you’re to steer clear of. Easy enough, you’re not here to steal their captured villain doomsday devices, just to assemble the generator and bring the lights back on. It’s been quiet too. You suggested you could work faster if you stayed the nights here, and nobody seemed to object. It’s been three days since then. Pretty safe ones too without the cameras or power, just candles, flashlights, and emergency lights when they can get the emergency fuel generators running. Not a place the Special Directive might be looking in.  

Still, the stay is about to be cut short, mainly because you’re done. 

The generator’s display shows all systems are in order and you’ve done a triple checkup of the control of the fiery plasma inside the reactor’s tokamak. It always amazed you how these devices don’t come pre-programmed and have to be trained from scratch each time one is put online, so they can learn how to control the plasma configuration. It’s not like the computer has any kind of intelligence beyond its assigned duty, but you can’t help but feel a kinship for it. Would it have been easier if your mind hadn’t been designed to do anything other than follow orders? 

“Evening there!” The voice comes from the stairs, pulling you away from the thoughts you had allowed yourself to submerge in once more. It’s Anathema, one of your new friends. 

“Good evening, Themmie. Hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“Been patrolling the streets. Showing our presence, you know. Making sure they see we’re not ��done’ like PharmaCore and Carter and all those political idiots want.” “And now you’re back. Did Charge send you to check up on me?” “Whaaat, can’t I just come to visit you while you’re trying to help us?”

“I’m pretty sure that he did send you.”

“Fine, read my mind all you want, be that way, it’s totally not creepy at all.” Themmie rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t reading your mind. Much. Was I right?” “Yeah, he did send me. But I still wanted to say hi anyways”. 

“Thanks” you smile back at him. “Hi to you too.” “So now that it’s out of the way, please tell me that you’re done and we’re getting lights again? Can we turn the fridge back on? I really miss having cold drinks!” 

“I’m done. Was about to pull the switch.”

“You're joking. It's real? You're not shitting me?” 

“I promise it's real.”

“Wow this is … it’s huge! I’ll go tell Charge and Steel and then we can all…” 

*CLICK* goes the button as you press it, and the generator immediately starts humming 

 And powering up… and the ceiling lights through the basement slowly start flickering and turning on, pushing back the shadows and placing you both in a perfectly lit environment.

“Awww man! You should have waited a moment until I called everyone!”

“Why? I was here to turn on the lights and I did.”

Themmie sighs. “You know what’s your problem? No showmanship! It’s not about turning on the lights, it’s about presentation!” 

“What more presentation do you want? There were no lights, now there are lights on!” you protest. 

 Footsteps on the stairs make you both lift your gaze.

“I can’t believe it. You actually did it?!” Steel asks amazed as he comes down. “I did” you nod, letting him appreciate the assembled generator. “It’s an old model but every piece was here and most of the assembly was done before they packaged it. “It wasn’t that hard”

“You turned on a nuclear generator and you’re telling me it’s not hard?” Steel’s gaze goes from the machine to you. “I’m starting to wonder what school did you go to?” “I went to the UNYB.” “Where’s that?” “Leave it Chen.” Anathema laughs “That stands for University of None of Your Business, I already asked him the other day” Steel frowns, but Sunstream cuts him off by coming down the stairs. 

“About time! I don’t like being on official Lamp duty all day long!” Sunstream follows, turning off her glowing light now that the lightbulbs are back. “Pitty, I was getting a good tan finally” Themmie replies, stealing a half-smile from her. 

The elevator doors open with a ding, and Ortega comes out on his wheelchair. 

“YES!” It’s working again! I knew you could do it!” 

Normally you’d try to weasel out of a hug but you’re cornered by rangers and the machine you just assembled, so Ricardo gets a good hold on you, squeezing you in his arms once more. 

“I told you I could do it.” You reply, trying not to make a fuzz of it, only now realizing that they probably are going to make one. “ It was preassembled in the boxes, it wasn’t that hard really, I’m serious”.

“Stop being so humble already!” Anathema slaps your back. “You did an awesome job here!”

“Yes you did!” Ricardo adds, followed by Sunstream and even Steel acknowledges you did more than what he expected. 

It’s weird to be getting this much praise for your engineering skills. Back at the farm your work was either satisfactory or it was not and that was that. Praise like this was something that was reserved for your commitment to training or actions in combat simulations or the psy-training exercises. Weird but not uncomfortable?

Perhaps you could do some more work like this if they’d let you? It certainly feels nice to be useful. 

“Thank you. I’m glad I could be of help” you say trying your best to not look anyone in the eyes. “You should be able to start recharging your inner generator as soon as I plug the interface into the new grid, Charge” 

“That’s the news I was waiting for! Steel, would you please let everyone know we’re fully back in business!”  

“Right away Marshal!” he smiles as he walks up the stairs. 

“To the elevator my friend,” Ricardo says giving you a wink. “I need some high voltage right now!”

“Right away!” you chuckle, following him as he turns the chair around. 

It only downs on you after he pushes the floor’s button… With the generator’s back up, where are you going to stay tonight? Your plans were to leave Los Diablos for good, yet you threw them away the moment it seemed you were needed.

You decided to stay to help your friends out of this mess, even after all you learned from that other poor regene. Ortega smiles at you as he pushes the chair onward, and you can’t help but follow, smiling back.  

It’s pretty obvious now. You’re not leaving because your friends are here.

It’s not a smart choice. Will it come back to haunt you later on?

Perhaps, but that’s a problem for future you to deal with.

--------------------- My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero world. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for his wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[snail-noodle]

"my my my... what do we have here?"

you shivered in fear at the gigantic being before you. you and your cookie friends had tried your best to seal the rift in the tree with white lily cookie. however, your actions proved pointless. white lily cookie's powers were still too weak and your time had run out. you all watched in horror at the towering cookie grinning down from above.

"it's been so long since we've seen new faces! we were starting to get bored being by ourselves in here..." shadow milk cookie smirked as he took a look at each cookie standing before him. when his eyes had reached you, his gaze stayed far more longer on you than the others. you trembled from his piercing stare, a small whimper escaping from your lips as you backed away and hid yourself behind pure vanilla cookie.

shadow milk cookie chortled at the pathetic display. "Oh, how I have missed the faces of fear from you cookies! Never gets old!" now that the rift had opened big enough for him to pass through, shadow milk cookie stepped out of the silver tree that had kept him and the others imprisoned for so long. the smaller cookies screamed in terror as they scrambled to get out of his way. every footstep he took practically shook the earthbread beneath their feet.

"pure vanilla cookie!" fear clouded your mind as you tugged your leader's arm in desperation. "what are we going to do?!" anxiety gripped your heart when he hesitated to think of a solution. one of the most powerful beings in all of cookiekind has just been unleashed and is ready to bring chaos to the world once more. just how on earthbread will any cookie be able to stop such beasts?

before pure vanilla cookie could even think of an answer, you cried out in alarm as you were suddenly lifted into the air. the other cookies screamed your name as you watched their forms grow smaller and smaller. you gasped as you were face to face with the grinning jester.

"what a cute little cookie you are." he eagerly examined you as if he were a child that had been given a new toy, turning you this way and that. "it's been ages since i had a little pet to dote on. you'll make a fine addition to my collection!" your mind raced as you tried to understand what you have just heard. a collection? a pet to dote on? what on-?!

your thoughts were interrupted as you heard a snap of... fingers? confused, you found yourself locked inside some sort of bird cage; the bars were thick enough to keep you from escaping. shadow milk cookie cooed as he watched you attempt to break free. "no-!" you tugged and pulled at the bars keeping you in.

"no! y-you can't keep me in here! Please!" you cried out to him in desperation. shadow milk cookie only giggled and shook his head, "ah, ah, ah! you're staying right by my side, my little cookie." you shuddered in fear as he began to summon his powers once more. shadows seeped out from your surroundings and from his body. multiple cold blue eyes stared at you and the cookies still down below.

"now, my dear..." with a clap of his hands, monsters of every kind stepped out from the shadows, ready to obey their master. with a manic grin, shadow milk cookie spread his arms out in grandeur to the cookies below. with a perfect view from above, you could only watch in horror as your friends were surrounded at every side by monsters of different sizes.

"let the show begin!"

[heartbreakincident]

"I wish you would have," Steel said, his tone as serious and stern as it ever was, though there was an unmistakable undertone of sincerity in it, too. You blink, uncertain. Thrown off, perhaps, by there being anything but cold reproach in his eyes. "Would have... what?" You ask. "Joined?" He doesn't hesitate. "Yes." There it is again. Sincerity. An extended version of the break room conversation with Steel at the beginning of Revelations.

1800 words, pre relationship steelstep with eden. i have no excuse for this, i was just rereading my eden drabble doc and thinking "why haven't i given this to my fhr mutuals to chew on?" anyways. feast.

[punkrangerdraws]

i don't know why i just default to silly gremlin mode whenever i draw argent.. anyway i was thinking about how her love for movies + tech proficiency means she's the most likely of the rangers to read/write fanfiction, so.. have a sharkwife in her barbiegirl house writing fanfic

[eclipseeraofthebeast]

FROM MY TIMELINES CONCEPT

Boy, am I falling in love with this paring idea. In the first iteration of the timeline, Ganondorf slays the hero - whose soulforce laid incomplete when separated from his shadow - in which Ganondorf extracted him within the Sacred Realm.

Instead of attempting to take the demon king by surprise in a last effort - Zelda implores Dark to return the master sword and turn back time in order to rewrite it.

In Timeline 2 - Sheik and Dark must work together to prevent the end of the Hero.

"I love to hate you"

"I'll take all of you. Any day."

----

I love the idea of exploring the shadow self - especially in such a weighted story like OOT. Imagine if Dark Link was exactly that - his extracted self - the accumulation of all the anguish, suffering, and anger Link has and will go through - as shattered as the timelines themselves.

Of course, there would be a part of him that was angry with Zelda -how could one not be a flurry of mixed emotions? Such begins their complex entanglement of destined souls - and the beginning of the Fierce Deity.

(YES YALL - I HAVE A FICTHEORY that ties in all timelines, Dark Link, and the Fierce Deity)

Watch the Timelines

[mommyofkittens]

Masterlist

A Court of Fallen Heroes ( Azriel FanFiction )

𓆩✴𓆪 Summary 𓆩✴𓆪

It was a well known fact: the veil between the worlds grew thinner and thinner, so the possibility of a crashing was already a certainty. The rumours started a long time ago, but no one did anything to stop it. Luckily, time has passed, we went through wars and race eradications, but Faerie Realms and Mortal Lands stayed almost the same, some richer and some poorer.

Nobody was talking about the fallen, untill now, when the fates started working their old, wicked magic and gave us an early Summer Soltice gift: an unprepared girl who was sent tumbling from the sky.

Tumultuous and dangerous,

Bitter and heartbreaking.

This is the story of the Evening star.

About the young woman who holds the Sun as her weapon,

And the Moon as an ornament.

About the Cursed Crown, who chooses its own master

And about the man in the shadows, irreversibly bound to her, by the tongue of death.

And, after all, about us, the nothingness who catches a goal.

I am the Bloody Blade, former leader of the first legion, last of my kind, banished and tormented by dark memories and here is the beginning of our story.

Read on Ao3. 𓆩✴𓆪

Read on Wattpad. 𓆩✴𓆪

𓆩✴𓆪 Playlist

𓆩✴𓆪 Prologue

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 1: 3:33

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 2: " God Forbid... "

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 3: The Waking World

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 4: The Countess

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 5: Haunted

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 6: Decisions. Part I.

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 6: Decisions. Part II.

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 7: A Tale of Time

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 8: Jane Doe 𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 9: The Third One 𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 10: The Bloody Blade

𓆩✴𓆪 Chapter 11: The Vespertus

Hello, everyone! I am new to the writing experince and also English is not my first language. Hopefully, this won't interfere with my work too much. I am sorry if there are mistakes, I'll try to correct them. I didn't give up on this work, but writing one chapter is taking quite some time considering the fact that I always have to check my grammar and if the phrases make sense or if they're too long. Sometimes, when inspiration doesn't come, I write them in my own language and then translate and it takes a while too.

Also, I have exams untill mid July. Med school it's time consuming as hell. 🥲

You can also find me on Ao3 and Wattpad, I always keep my chapters updated and corrected there because it's easier to read them.

Hope you like my work! Have a great day, babes!

[thatfangirllyfe]

Fire Lily was such an amazing fanfic. Tell me why I can’t find a single bkdk angel/devil au since????

Please anyone recommendations????

[seafoamgalaxy]

I was trying to psych myself up to colour this. Then I decided… why should I have to? I don’t like colouring. Sketching is my favourite part of the art process, so therefore these can all stay as tidied-up sketches.

Anyway, here’s Mask, the first of the lineup, trying to get a good look at the damage to his back. A link (ha) to his intro chapter will be added momentarily.

Edit: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56712196/chapters/144165823

[ladyshivs]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

🥹 this is so sweet! Thank you 🥰

In no particular order:

[lilacthebooklover]

the new crk update got me bad

[honor-among-thieves]

Uhh, I wasn't going to share this because I feel meh about it in general, was kind of just using a flash prompt from the Patreon Discord to play with dialogue, but I upload all my (finished) fanfic even if it's not great and some people found it anyway and no one said they hate it. It is the first time I got to examine how I imagine Connor's own voice vs. the Canonical Sidestep so I don't totally hate it.

General, no triggers, just a lot of kissing. Maybe I can be inspired to finish some of my more involved stuff that isn't so dialogue heavy now?

[chaniters]

Team effort

Sunstream ventures into the suspect's house on her own, revealing a new unexpected power while Charge, Sentinel, and Steel provide backup. Meanwhile, Anathema and Sidestep meet up with Linda Goodman to arrange the trade. ***I didn't post these in the correct order, you can see the correct order on the link below, or read it on my AO3 -------------------------

Joels It makes you roll your eyes that they would just add an L and call it a day after the LDPD closed their previous establishment. The bar offers diamante masks for anyone not already wearing one, a common courtesy in some of the old-fashioned villain bars. You politely reject the bouncer offering one, since the mask Anathema asked you to wear already covers all of your head. Anathema also refuses, wearing the second horse-head mask they were carrying in their bag. Themmy’s is black and hairy with a small pink hat on top, while is white with a rainbow-colored unicorn horn. 

“I really like these,” you say, pondering on how would you go around making it practical for a suit. 

“Thanks. They’re leftovers from the last pride.”

“Pride?” you ask, confused. 

“Eh?”

“Oh, right… the parade,” you say quickly, catching the thought fast enough to cover for your ignorance. “Where are we supposed to seat?”

“There” Themmy points out to a table on the far corner. “It’s reserved.”

The decor and music here are more vintage than Joes, but the bar has the same feel to it. And of course, there are Joes everywhere waiting tables and manning the bar, making your skin crawl when you remember them shooting you. Anathema promised they’d act as a human shield if need be, but you know it could get ugly if Joes figure who you are. Their Invulnerability can’t protect you from a dozen attackers. 

The two of you make your way to the table without causing much more than a glance at the colorful masks, and Themmy orders some fries. 

“She should be here in a few minutes. ---------

You give them a single nod, looking for all the exits and scanning to see who might be a treat, as you wait. 

“There’s Goodman!” Anathema announces after a few minutes pass, their mask looking at the woman by the door, also wearing a horse-head mask, this one brown, heading for your table. “Wow. Nice detail with the masks.” 

“I knew it would make us easier to identify each other.” You scan at her mind directly now, quickly realizing that the core of her thoughts is protected. Familiar… you’ve definitely felt this woman’s mind before, and… 

No, you have to be wrong… She can’t be… Is she…? (!!!!) “She’s Husk,” you whisper as the false Linda Goodman approaches “WHAT?” Anathema gasps.

“I’m telling you that’s not Linda Goodman. It’s Husk taking her shape, I know that mind! What do we do?” “Oh shit! Shit shit shit….” Themmy lets out. “Alright… we have to arrest her then? We need to capture her first.” they ponder, as Husk takes a seat in front of you. “Good evening gentleme…-.” Husk’s words are cut off by the electric blast making them twitch and fall back limp on the chair. “Done!” you tell Anathema, making sure anyone looking dismisses the sudden movement. “… the fuck?” Themmy asks, confused, looking between the twitching Linda Goodman and the smoking energy gun in your hand, still pointing at her under the tablecloth. There’s a trick to shooting someone before they notice, a trick the farm taught you well. “What did you do?”

“You told me to capture her?”

“I didn’t mean here you moron! How are we going to arrest her in a villain bar!” their whispering gets louder and louder.

“I don’t know!” you whisper back, cursing yourself for being an idiot. “I’m sorry!” “Alright... Alright. Let’s... Let’s pretend she’s drunk or something..? And walk out with her and make the arrest outside.”

“Drunk? But she just got here?” you point out

“Got any better ideas?”

“No”

“Then help!” 

“Alright… I’ll just try to make people not look at us.” Themmy starts standing up, grasping for Linda…? No, Husks hand… And against all odds, she breaks free, springing to life like a viper and running for the door, faster than any human should be able to. 

“After her!” Anathema hisses hiss, jumping over the fallen chair, you following closely behind, gun in hand as you topple a Joes over, the one that was bringing your fries to the ground.

All you can think about is how your handlers would NOT be amused about this fuckup of yours. —------------------------------

“You guys said this was going to be subtle!” Sunstream complains through her intercom. 

“You’re doing fine. We support you!” Charge encourages on her earphones quickly enough. 

“That’s not what I’m talking about!” Sunstream lets out an irritated grunt as she lands on the other side of the fence. 

“Hey, you volunteered, miss!” Sentinel argues. “You’re the one who said we should draw sticks, and that we never let you get your hands dirty with stealth missions.” 

“Yes, but I didn’t know I was going to be breaking and entering!” 

“Don’t break anything then?” Steel suggests, mildly amused. 

“I hate all of you so much.” She grumbles, making her way through the bushes to the vicinity of the front door. 

“You are approaching the cameras” Sentinel points out. “It’s time to do your thing.”

“Alright, I’m going bright. Look away” she replied.  

Sentinel lowered his dark goggles, and even that was barely enough to cover from the incoming flash, even behind the van’s tinted glass.

“Shit, that’s bright.”  

“Told ya. No way the cameras will pick anything but white while I pick the lock.

“Well remind me to wear sunscreen next time,” Sentinel said, rubbing his eyes.  

The flash died down and disappeared as the door closed again. 

“I’m in,” she replied. “Please tell me Goodman isn’t coming back home.”

“Steel?” Sentinel asked.

“Still driving her Pontiac, heading downtown. I’m following at a distance… there are no signs of her turning back.”

“Good.”

“If anything happens, I’ll cut the power and come get you out,” Charge said, from his hiding spot,  covering the back doo. near the fuse box.

“Thanks, mom, but I can handle myself,” she replied as sarcastic as she could deliver, taking a few steps forward into the unfamiliar living room. 

“Focus. If this person is involved with Husk, then she’s a menace and it could get dangerous fast.” 

“If she drives a Pontiac even with all of those native-American protests going that already makes her a menace, right?” “What do you see?” Sentinel asked, rubbing his temples behind the van’s monitors, ignoring her comment.

The question would go unanswered for several tense minutes. 

“Sunny?”

“I hate to disappoint, but I don’t see piles of corpses or living husks hooked to the ceiling like you said there would be, Marshal Sparkles.” 

“Husk wouldn’t be so obvious in the middle of a residential area. This isn’t a sewage tunnel like last time,” Sentinel spoke, suddenly wishing he hadn’t, the revolting memories come back to his mind. 

“This woman is classy. Wish my apartment looked half this good.”

“Focus,” Sentinel repeated. 

“I am focused! Moving to the corridor… aaaand…”

“…”

“...and?” Charge asks, again the impatient one. 

“And her bathroom has a bidet. I’m telling you guys, this is really upper-crust!”

Sentinel resisted the urge to curse at these kids as Charge laughed heartily on the other end. 

“She’s stopping her car by a bar… she came out, and now… she’s looking for something in her trunk?” Steel pointed out

“Just a random bar?” Charge asked.

“It’s called Joels.”

“What kind of name is Joels?” 

“I’m not going in to find out”

“The kitchen is nice too. I’m headed into the bedrooms.”

“I think there’s something fishy in that bar…”

“Keep the channel silent for Sunny and Steel, would you?” Sentinel interjected. “Sorry.” Charge said. “You can take your time, she’s not returning soon.” Steel said. “Left her car around the corner… I’ll park closer to the front door to see  when she comes out.”

“Alright, bedroom number one is… very weird.” Sunstream continued.

“Weird how?” Sentinel asked. 

“Many posters… and there are CDs everywhere. She must be a real fan of the Blue Guys Group!.” 

“The band?” Charge asked, confused

“Yeah, and these tattoo designs are just sick good…”

“When I said take your time, I didn’t mean check out her music!” Steel interrupted.

“Alright, alright! I’m moving to the next room.”

“Thank you.”

“Geez, I’m just looking for clues here…”

“We can discuss what bands Linda Goodman likes later.”

“Whatever, it’s not like you guys appreciate a…” She interrupted herself abruptly, letting out a sudden yelp.

“Are you ok?” Sentinel asked. “Come in Sunny!!!” “That’s it, I’m going in” Charge let out after a couple of seconds passed, standing up and opening the fuse-box, ready to fry the circuit.

“No, wait. I’m fine” Sunstream voiced from her end

“Shit don’t scare us like that!” Charge complained.   

 “What did you find?”

“Steel… are you 100% sure you’re following Linda Goodman?” Sunstream asked. 

“Positive. It’s definitely her, I even took pictures of her going into the bar.”

“Thing is… I’m standing right next to Linda Goodman as well.”

They all went silent, as the thing they were all fearing became a reality. 

“Describe her for us,” Sentinel asked calmly.

“She’s in pretty bad shape… drained I don’t know what’s wrong with her…There are bruises everywhere, I think she’s unconscious…? She’s attached to a machine, I think it’s a respirator?”

“This confirms it. It’s what Husk does. They’re a shapechanger but they can’t take someone’s appearance without constant access to the base DNA. If she’s hooked to medical machines then there’s no telling how  long Husk has been replacing her for…” Sentinel pondered

“Don’t touch anything!” Charge warned

“Uh...oh.” 

“What do you mean ‘oh’ ?” the Marshal asked

“I tried to see if she was awake… and I think I… triggered something?” 

“Something like what?”

“An alarm…?”

“Get Goodman and come out of there right now!” Sentinel spoke in an urgent tone. 

“Gotcha!” Sunstream huffed, seconds before as a large explosion shook the house, quickly putting the whole building in flames. 

—

“Mierda!!!!” Charge let out a frustrated cry, taking a few steps back from the heat coming from the house. “Mierda, this is my fault! it, I’m coming in, I'm getting Sunny out!!”

But a blast blew up the back door before he could, Suntream jumping out of the raging inferno,  carrying the unconscious woman past a shocked Charge. 

“SHIT! ... I fucked up!” She yelled, still shielding Goodman with her body as she moved her away. 

“She’s alive!” said Charge feeling her pulse. “Sentinel, call an ambulance” 

“Already did Marshal”. 

“I shouldn't have…” 

“Stop it. You didn’t fuck it up, Sunny you just saved this woman. "I did?"  "Definitely did... mierda that was a close call, are you alri...-? Eh... you never told us you were fireproof?" “I… didn’t know?” Sunstream said looking at herself, only now realizing she didn’t even have a scratch on her. 

“Well, now you know and it's perfect! Now stay with her until the ambulance arrives, I’m going for my motorbike.”

“Alright, I’ll do it!” she said, slapping her own cheeks, trying to get herself back in the game.

“Suspect is coming out of the bar! On the run!” 

“That’s definitely Husk and we tipped them off!.”

“I’ll be there in a second Steel!” Sentinel said, walking out of the van to take off “Just don’t lose that bastard.” 

“I’m going to cut them on foot, stand between them and the car” “Don’t let them get away guys!” Sunstream said while holding the real Linda Goodman in her arms. “... what the…” Steel grunted, confused “There’s a crazy guy in a horse mask chasing Husk with an energy gun… wait no! Two crazies in horse masks!” “Say again?” “Husk just stole a motorbike! I’m getting back to my car!” --------------------- My Fanfiction: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero world. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for his wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[luciana-morningstar]

One Shot

Rated PG-13 (there is swearing)

Aged Up Characters

Donnie x FemOc (Hell's Heros AU)

TW: None, enjoy Donnie meeting his first daughter.

"Hell Tales"

:: Little Nova ::

"Hermano, you will fall in love the moment you see her. She's so special." It was very evident that Leonardo was a proud uncle.

Donatello on the other hand appeared nervous, wringing his hands which he had removed the gloves from, he still wore the rest of his armor, save the helmet.

"What if she hates me? What if I pick her up and she immediately cries?" He turned his frantic gaze to Leo who just smiled serenely at him.

"Dontron, she's not even two years old yet. She won't hate you. You'll see. There's a lot of you in her. She's very curious about a lot of things." Leo said, clapping his brother's shoulder in jest but immediately regretting it when his twin's dark brown eyes flared red and a low growl rumbled in his plastron.

"Sorry, sorry Donnie! I forgot." Leo placated gently.

The softshell blinked rapidly and cleared his throat a few times, shaking free that immediate rage that he felt when someone other than Lux touched him without him being ready for it.

"It's okay. There's...uh ..quite a few things we all need to get used to again..." He admitted to Leo who nodded silently as they waited for Luciana, Lucifer and Splinter to bring his daughter into the small living area that joined a couple of the bedrooms together like a big fancy hotel suite.

The doorknob turned and Don felt that same lightheaded feeling from earlier return as the large door swung open gently and his wife stepped in, empty handed but she still brought him a measure of peace and he couldn't help but lift his hand to reach for her as she came closer. The smile that turned up the corners of her petal pink lips soothed some of the worry he had begun to feel and when her hand slipped into his he released the exhalation of breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Easy. dragă." Lux whispered, patting the top of his hand that held her other one.

Lucifer stepped in and smiled broadly at Don. There was no need for greetings between them, Lucifer and Don had become good friends. His father-in-law had saved his ass on numerous occasions when he had first entered Hell as a fallen angel.

Splinter, on the other hand, Don had had his heartfelt reunion with earlier. Don hated how frail he had started to look, like age was finally, truly catching up with him. He dreaded the day they would have to say goodbye to him because he knew, without any shadow of a doubt, where the rat would be going.

Don's internal thoughts were brought to a screeching halt however when the bundle in his father's arms made a tiny sound of exclamation.

Lux chuckled and squeezed his hand. He must look foolish, standing there looking at the swaddled baby in his father's arms like it would jump out and eat him.

Instead when Splinter stood before him and turned the baby in his arms so he could see her she didn't jump out of her swaddle and devour him.

Her eyes, that mirrored his own, brown with yellow sclera, gazed up at him with so much wonder and thoughtfulness that he felt the world come to a stop and he lost all feeling in his legs, bringing him to his knees with a loud thunk of metal on thinly carpeted stone.

His hands hovered, fingers twitching to touch the little girl.

"Good job, Purple." He looked up at the whispered praise from his father and for a moment he was sure he had misheard, but Splinter's smile said otherwise.

"You can hold her if you want to. She is yours you know." Lux teased him over his shoulder and he huffed and laughed out loud in exasperation.

"It's been maybe five hours and I'm already getting sass?" He turned to look at her and she grinned at him, fangs shining.

"Hold her, dragă." Lux nodded to the little girl again and Don turned back around and allowed Splinter to show him how to hold his daughter.

He paused before he took her.

"Hold on." He reached up and pressed the elongated eight point star situated in the center of his upper plastron and the armor encasing his torso condensed into the star.

"It is nano tech. Isn't it?" Lux asked. Don gave her a sly smile but said nothing else as he held out his arms.

"Okay.....I'm ready.....he said without any hint of nervousness because he's not nervous...."

Splinter chuckled at his son's apparent attempt to cover up his jitteriness before gently depositing the little girl into her father's arms, she was old enough that she had enough strength in her neck now that she didn't need constant support but she was wrapped in a blanket since she had been napping prior to this meeting.

Don watched her look from Splinter to him. She was quiet, more so than he had expected as she seemed to analyze everything and everyone around her. When her eyes finally met his again he held his breath as she took in his appearance.

"Hi, pretty girl." He managed to choke out, his voice cracking from the strain of holding back a tide of emotions he just simply wasn't ready for.

When she smiled at him his resolve broke and he could feel the wet tear tracks running down his face, granted they were tears of joy. He could feel his arms shaking, probably his entire body, as Eris made little babbling sounds at him.

"Oh, she's a talker by the way. She's probably telling you her life's story right now." Leo spoke up from his seat, lounging at the end of one of the couches in the living room.

Don let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh.

"I bet you're telling me how inconvenient it has been for you and your mama. How dare I be so late? Huh? Gods you're precious." Don ran a shaking finger over her little green cheek and noticed for the first time the tiny little beginnings of purple freckles. He looked up at Luciana who smiled at him.

"She has five fingers on each hand but only two toed feet. Her plastron segments are not connected currently and they only cover her abdomen right now, and she has been developing segments of a leathery shell over her vertebrae. She does have a little green dragon tail as well." His wife told him. Don looked back down at Eris and smiled as she continued her baby babbling.

"And red hair. Oh you're gonna be as pretty as your mama, aren't you? Breakin' hearts left and right. I'm gonna have to beat boys away from you aren't I, pretty pretty girl." He couldn't help but coo at his daughter, she was the most amazing little girl he had ever seen. He leaned down so he could nuzzle his snout against her cheek and he heard a tiny little chuffing noise from her.

"She's picked up the communication sounds you and your brothers developed. She's incredibly intelligent and advancing past all her milestones for her age. I'm sure we all know where she gets that." Luciana said as she sat down on the couch behind him. Don moved from resting on his knees, standing up partially so he could sit on the couch next to Lux, cradling Eris close to his plastron.

Luciana reached over and gently unswaddled her so her little arms and legs were free now.

Donatello grinned at her little two toed feet and laughed when she squealed as her mother tickled them.

"Fuck, I'm gonna be a crying wreck for the rest of the day." Lux chuckled as Don reached up with his free hand and wiped at his tear filled eyes.

"I think you earn a free pass today. Tomorrow you'll need to get your shit together." Leo teased at the other end of the couch earning a halfhearted glare from his twin. As Don turned his expression back to Eris who was now resting her tiny hands against his plastron he sucked in a shaking breath.

"I just ...I can't believe she's mine...ours. I never once thought this is what I would come back to. I would have been ecstatic to come back to just my family but.....this? This is beyond what I hoped for." He looked up at Luciana who had her own tears threatening to fall.

"I'm so sorry I left you to go through all of that... I'm just glad I didn't miss too much..." With his free hand he reached over and brushed his thumb over Luciana's cheekbone, wiping away a stray tear.

She gave him a sad smile and shook her head, lifting one of her own hands to cover his and press it closer to her.

"All out of your control. It's over now. You are here. Eris has her daddy and we all have you back. That's all that matters now....." She said.

"Apology accepted. But do me a favor and never sacrifice yourself again, okay? Especially for me." Don looked over at Leo who had a grim expression on his face. Don tilted his head.

"We will talk about that later, Nardo." His tone left no room for argument and Leo, who usually would have argued with his twin, had the good grace to remember Don was a major figurehead in this realm and outranked him by a lot now. Which was fine. He could argue with him later when they talked.

For now it was all about Eris.

"Eris....the goddess of discord? Interesting name choice." Don looked back over to Lux who gave him an equally grim smile.

"The Fates had a hand in that. She is the Angel of Wrath. Which is of course a first. We have yet to see how that will manifest itself. Even so Eris is still a lovely name." Luciana reached over to her daughter again and the little girl grasped her mother's finger.

"Eris Donatella Hamato-Morningstar." Lux smiled at her daughter.

"Now that's a name." Don grinned and Lux smiled.

"She's named after her daddy who we thought was gone." Lux told him, his grin faltered a bit, turning sad.

"Thank you..." He shifted so he could lean over and bump his forehead endearingly against his wife's, nuzzling his beak against her cheek, a low churr rumbling in the keratin plating of his plastron.

"Never before has a being created out of so much love graced this realm. She will go on to do great things, I am certain of it. She has already charmed the likes of some of Hell's most feared Overlords, all eager to meet the little princess." Lucifer finally spoke up from his place by the door.

"When did she meet any of the Overlords?" Don asked, his brows furrowing.

"When they arrived for the ceremony, you were still in Cyberhex, I believe." Lucifer said with a sly smile.

"Who?" One of Donatello's brows lifted in question.

"Bub, Belphagore and Astaroth. Azazel is very upset he didn't get to meet her, but he was running behind." Luce answered smoothly.

"Asatroth was charmed by my daughter? The Overlord of Wrath? Well...the new one. Now that Baal is toast." Don looked back down to Eris who smiled up at him and cooed.

"Alright maybe you do have the ability to charm even Astaroth." He conceded, earning a shrill giggle from his daughter.

"Astaroth is Overlord of Wrath now?" Lux asked her father.

"Oh yes. That void filled rather quickly. He has done exceedingly well too. He is a ruthless Overlord to his charges and keeps immaculate records, which your husband here helped with. He created the sorting system and rotation sequence for the prisoners of Wrath. Astaroth was pleased as pie to receive help from his Prince Consort." Lucifer grinned at Don who was busy nuzzling Eris' cheek and answering her baby babble with 'oh reallys' and 'is that so'.

"He is responsible for many upgrades in this realm and the Overlords have taken quite a shine to him. Aside from Mammon but he is the oldest of them now so of course he would be crotchety." Lucifer waved his hand in dismissal of the old testament Overlord.

"I look forward to seeing these...upgrades." Luciana said with an amused smile at her husband who was not paying any of them any attention now.

"Well, we've lost him to her evil clutches now. But that's also my cue to return to my wife. Heheh. My wife. I love saying that." Leo threw his legs over the edge of the couch and stood up to move past his brother who glanced up as he moved by.

'it has a certain je ne sais quoi." Leo gave him a confused look, Luciana laughed at her brother-in-law's expression.

"Purple agrees with you Blue. It's not that hard to figure out." Splinter shook his head in exasperation before he approached Don and Eris. He gave the little girl a tickle under her chin and smiled at her before nodding to Don.

"I am proud of you, my son. You have done well. And this little one, is truly a gift." The rat said.

"Holy shit. Someone write this down on a calendar! Papa has uttered the words 'proud of you.'" Don leaned away from his father's outstretched tail that was ready to wack him upside the head. "To me! Papa is proud of me!"

"I regret saying it out loud now. Goodnight Purple. Goodnight Lux." Splinter called over his shoulder as he followed Lucifer and Leonardo out of the room.

"How come you have a name but I'm still just Purple?" Don lamented mockingly as he adjusted his hold on Eris, sitting her up so she could grasp the lip of his shell over his shoulder and hold on while she sat up and looked around her, her pointer finger currently in her mouth.

"Because I'm special." Lux giggled as Don huffed in response.

"She likes you." She said as she watched Eris lean into her father, her cheek resting against his neck now.

"Well that's fantastic because I like her too." Don said, pecking his daughter's forehead with a kiss. The little girl giggled in response.

"Ohh hhooo you like that?" He mused, leaning back so he could kiss her forehead again. Eris sat back up straight and smiled at him before she mimicked him by pressing her little lips to his cheek, making an exaggerated kissy noise.

"Oh my great Gallileo, you know how to give kisses? You silly silly girl." He reached up to poke her belly, which made her squeal and giggle.

"She only gives kisses to those she really likes. So far it's me, Leo, Splinter, Lucifer and you. Much to Raphael's lament. I think he's just so big she still gets a little nervous around him." Luciana said as she stood up to bring the baby carrier over.

"I'm honored. Truly. What a sweet little girl. You are just so bright, like a little light. A little nova." Don looked up at Lux who sat the carrier at his feet.

"She's my little nova." He informed her. Lux laughed and gestured for him to place her in the carrier. He did so, carefully, and Eris kicked her little feet in glee when he tickled at them.

"Someone is clearly smitten." Luciana said.

Donatello grinned up at her as she stood again.

"How could I not be? Look at her! I mean, c'mon! You know I know a lot of people say this, but we made one seriously cute kid." He gestured to Eris who squealed in response.

"She agrees." He told Lux.

"I'm glad you both have come to this conclusion." Lux teased. Don rose to stand with her and pulled her to him. He still had armor encasing his legs but his upper body only had his mask and black arm wraps now so she was pressed close against his bare plastron as he leaned down, stopping a breath away from her lips.

"I love you." He raised his hand to push her hair behind her ear as his fingers tangled into the wine red silken tresses, his thumb caressing her jaw and applying just enough pressure to tilt her head upward.

"I love you." Lux breathed out in response, her smile was sweet and filled with warmth, her green eyes shining with adoration.

Don closed the small distance between them, pressing his lips softly to her own in a long tender kiss that left her breathless when they both broke free for air.

Luciana giggled at the mischievous gleam in her husband's eyes.

"What?" She asked.

"You know that kid right there, the cute one?" He mused, not pulling back from her, leaving their foreheads pressed together.

Lux furrowed her brow with a smile. "Yea, what about her?" She asked. She shivered slightly when Don leaned back down and nipped softly at her bottom lip.

"Wanna make another?" He whispered against her lips, a sly grin upturning his own.

Her only response was a laugh completely suffused in joy.

[tarisilmarwen]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @triscribe.

Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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*WHEEEEEEEEEZE*

Okay uh...

Well, there are still a lot of the same ones from before but now there's a whole spate of unsorted, untitled free-floating new ones so...

Alphabetical by fandom order:

Avatar: The Last Airbender

“The Girl In The Iceberg”

Big Hero 6

Currently untitled Season 2 part two rewrite/rework

Jedi Fallen Order/Star Wars Rebels Crossover

“Kindred Lights”

“A Splintered Path”

Star Wars (General/Crossover)

“Incident At Hanger 37”

Untitled Silver Chair Ahsoka AU/fixfic

Untitled Ahsoka rewrite/fixfic

"Ballroom Blitz" (working title, may change)

No Order 66 AU Maul kidnaps Ezra fic (featuring much of the Prequel Order)

No Order 66 AU Maul tries to crash The Gathering fic

Star Wars Rebels

“Descent Into Dawn”

“Fissured Holocrons” - “Shadow Captive”, “By The Light Of The Holocrons”, and “Tatooine Suns”

“Far Flung Stars”

“Relics”

"Harmless Games"

"I See The Light"

Sword Art Online

“My Brother’s Keeper”

“Gilded Heroine”

Teen Titans

“Broken Wings”

“Tyrants Rising”

“Shades Of Crimson”

TTSWAU - “Nightfall” and “Purge The Darkness”

“Titans Stay Night”

“Pacific Titans”

“Glow”

“Scraps Of Bread”

And I'mma just throw some moots and other writers I know out here uh... @jessicas-pi, @seleneisrising, @kanerallels, @jedi-nurse, @slightly-nerdy-rambles, @angel-gidget, @fireflyxrebel-writes, @findswoman, @kazoosandfannypacks, @starfiretheninja, aaaand @flilisskywalker.

[depressed-sock]

Steelstep, Losing their temper

requested by @deviant3lover

I used a default male Sidestep Cyrus (hope you don’t mind!) :D

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It starts as something simple. Something that Wei Chen usually would play off as a regular event of his now daily life of having to deal with his… his old friend, his old ally, his lover, his boyfriend, his villain. He’s still not sure how to put Cyrus into the box of who he is to Chen. And considering how Cyrus keeps breaking Chen’s expectations and changing how he fits into Chen’s life... He’s not sure he’ll ever really know how Cyrus is supposed to fit.

That’s not the point anyway. It starts as something simple that get’s under his skin. A comment Cyrus makes about something he has planned that has Chen snapping at him.

Cyrus is sitting at the table in Chen’s apartment watching as Chen attempts to cook them both something simple. They’d already agreed Cyrus shouldn’t touch anything considering last time, Cyrus almost set the kitchen on fire by accident.

Cyrus is talking, his fingers tapping a rhythm on the table. The pleasant hum of the conversation filling Chen’s head. Chen doesn’t know when it turns. When his shoulders start growing tense, his back aching with the weight of some emotion that wants to claw through his very being.

“It should be a simple grab job anyway.” It’s an offhand comment. Lacking any serious details but something about it is the final straw.

“Don’t,” Chen stops chopping the vegetables, setting the knife down with a slap onto the counter. He grits his teeth and breathes through his nose. He doesn’t know how often he has had to remind Cyrus not to tell him anything because as long as Chen has plausible deniability he can still figure out a way to stop Cyrus. This time shouldn’t be any different but for some reason it is.

“Sorry?” Cryus gives him a worried look, setting down his drink on the table. There’s a pinch of his lips, eyes widening in a way that reminds Chen of that familiar fear Cyrus gets when he realizes he’s fucked up somehow.

“How many times do I have to tell you,” Chen grits his teeth, staring Cyrus down and ignoring the guilt that starts to pool into him as he watches Cyrus shutter down. Shrinking in on himself, trying to make himself smaller.

“Sorry,” he says again. He opens his mouth to say more but is cut off by the chime of his phone. He frowns as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and wincing at whatever message he sees on it. “I need to go.”

“Fine.” Chen grits his teeth, hands curling into fists.

Cyrus gives him another look before he leaves with a weak goodbye. The fingers on his left hand tapping together in a rhythm of a song, a familiar nervous habit from his Sidestep days, as he practically runs out the door.

Chen doesn’t think about it much. Not until later when it’s long past midnight and he’s still up sitting at the table staring at the abandoned drink. His fingers tapping against the table. He winces, regret bitter on the back of his tongue as finally pushes himself up and heads to bed. He doesn’t know where that particular anger came from.

Maybe it had just been building up from the rest of the day. Between his own stress and the argument he’d already gotten into with Ortega before he’d met up with Cyrus, he was sure he wasn’t going to be pleasant company today. But then he’d seen Cyrus and it was like all his worries had been stripped away.

He breathes, sitting on his bed and wondering what changed. He’s tired, he’s stressed. He needs sleep. Maybe that’s why he let’s Spoon sneak up onto the bed for the night.

The next time it’s over something more serious. Retribution has killed someone. Not directly, not by his own hands. But someone is still dead because of him and his carelessness.

Chen’s storming down the streets heading for Cyrus’s apartment the anger building under his skin. The repeating thought that he could have done something about this long before now. He could have stopped Cyrus before any of this happened.

He could have killed him.

The thought stops Chen in his tracks. A cold dose of realization that has him taking a few steps back. He gulps, throat dry, and fear suddenly clutching him by every fiber of his being. It’s not a thought he has ever wanted to have of Cyrus. Not now. Not when things are slowly working towards the better.

His hand covers his mouth and he takes in a shuddering breath as he tries to calm himself. Tries to work through the anger he has never had a problem with before. He turns on his heel, making his way back to his own apartment and far away from Cyrus. He needs to calm down, this isn’t a situation that needs his anger. It needs a calm head.

He doesn’t get the chance to think anything through though. Not when he opens his door and finds Cyrus sitting on the ground in his apartment, back against the wall and body curled over his knees.

“What the hell were you thinking?” It’s out before he can stop himself. The anger crashing over him a thousandfold. He grits his teeth, standing above Cyrus, every nerve in his body tight with anger.

“Don’t,” Comes Cyrus muffled reply. Arms tightening, as he curls further in on himself.

“Don’t what Cyrus? You killed someone!”

That gets him, he raises his head a bit, lips curling into a snarl, “I didn’t kill anyone!”

“Then why the hell is someone dead Cyrus?!” He’s yelling. He knows he is but he can’t stop himself.

“It’s not my fault heroes can’t do their fucking jobs!”

“They shouldn’t be having to clean up after you in the first place Cyrus! You’re the one causing this whole fucking situation!”

“Oh fuck you!”

Chen can barely breathe. Can barely think through the haze in his head. He hates this. Hates that Cyrus just continues to ignore the whole fucking problem. Hates that Cyrus can’t just tell Chen the truth. Tell him his plans so that maybe they can actually plan something that doesn’t involve letting other people die. “Why can’t you just think things through for once in your life! I hate when you do this! I hate when you don’t fucking think of the consequences!”

“Yeah well, I fucking hate me too!” He pushes up from where he’s seated, then he’s trying to push past Chen and something in him just snaps.

“That’s not what I’m saying!” His hand grabs Cyrus’s shoulder, yanking him back hard enough that he doesn’t have time to react. Cyrus falls back into the wall with a wince and a hiss of pain that has Chen staring at him in shock.

“What the fuck is your-” Cyrus cuts himself off, staring in horror at Chen’s left hand that’s still at his side. Chen follows his gaze, noticing for the first time his fingers moving. Tapping together in a familiar pattern.

He hadn’t even realized he’d been doing it.

Cyrus makes a wounded sound and suddenly the anger is gone like a crashing wave. Swept away and out to sea. Far enough away that Chen can finally think.

He looks back up at Cyrus, eyes widening in understanding.

“Oh no,” Cyrus’s words are a broken whisper. He’s scared.

And so is Chen.

[weyrleaders]

i was going to be like “haha that’s so funny that herald thinks that how wild” but then remembered that herald is remarkably good at reading people by accident and. hm.