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[scrollwyrm]

Chapter 1. Prisoner

Moon was a dragon who moved past her mistakes. She had felt regret and lived in her past for so long. How could she fall into a trancelike state and accidentally warn her father about the oncoming RainWing invasion? Because she was a seer. How could she learn every other dragon’s secrets? Because she was a mind reader. Was she doing it on purpose? No. None of that was her fault. So she was moving on from that. The RainWings had scattered after BattleWinner’s attack, years ago. She had only been two when she’d had the prophecy, but MorrowSeer had understood what it meant. His queen had gathered troops and preemptively ordered an assault on the RainWing village. 

There had been almost no casualties, and the RainWings had mostly escaped, disorganised, terrified, and isolated. Moon felt awful for them. They were a village, a whole tribe, of fruit-eating pacifists. Of course, the NightWings needed the rainforest. They were dying slowly from breathing poison every second of every day under the constant threat of being buried in fire and rock. But that didn’t make it okay. Not any of it. 

“Moon?” There he was. Her father. How had she not heard his thoughts behind her? Maybe she had, and she was just too lost in her own to notice. Not the dragon who lead the attack. But one of the many who had been forced to fight in it. How could she love a killer? More importantly, how could a killer act like such a good dragon, a good father, when Moon could almost smell the blood on his talons? And how could a killer be a dragon who had fought every step of the way to avoid becoming a killer in the end? “Are you still coming?” She nodded, walking faster down the dark wood floor of the corridor. Finally, as the wood corridor started to widen, she entered the room that was burned into her mind. She’d only been there three times before, but she saw it when she fell asleep and when she woke up. 

The small table with the warm orange lantern. The deep rich brown wood of the walls. The sad mess of black chains and padlocks. Nervously, she stepped up to the cell, wrapping her talons around the cold bars. A dragon with anxious green eyes just like Moon’s, and a dark birthmark on her chest that reminded her of the padlock the door was held by. SecretKeeper. That must have been why she was named that, Moon thought sadly. She was always destined to keep a secret. An impossible secret. And she was always destined to be locked behind bars for it. 

“Hello, mother. How have you been?” Moon tried to ignore the fear and helplessness that always bubbled up in her chest, like a padlock around her own heart, a broken patch of darkness just like her mother’s whenever she saw the old prisoner. MorrowSeer had always said that SecretKeeper was mad. To that, Moon would ask him why he’d married her. 

She turned to her father, who was standing wearily behind her, eyeing SecretKeeper with sadness and worry. “Would you mind if I talked to her alone for a while?” He nodded wordlessly, stepping back into the corridor and shutting the window behind him with a satisfying click. Quiet, worried thoughts about what SecretKeeper would say, or worse: think, to her swam across his mind. 

“Moon. How are you, my darling? You’re so much taller than I thought you would be. Just like your father, you know?” And I know you’ll betray me, just like he did. The undertone of bitterness in her voice was unmistakable, but the cold anger of her thoughts was so much worse. Moon sighed sadly. She knew SecretKeeper blamed her for everything, but it was always so painful to hear that knowledge affirmed in person. That was why MorrowSeer tried to minimise her interaction with her mother. Still, Moon always pestered him to let her go back. She felt like if SecretKeeper would just say that it was okay, that it wasn’t all Moon’s fault, that she had been wrong, it would all suddenly be true. 

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No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.

I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

[venti-dragonfruit]

Not me maniacally laughing at the fact I have not updated a single story in 8 years

[fanfictiongirlie]

Fandoms I write for: Marvel/Game of Thrones/House of Dragon/Harry Potter/The Hunger Games/Twilight/Classic Who/Star Wars/Detroit Become Human/Supernatural/Various other fandoms.

Disclaimer: I write because it makes me happy, doesn't mean I'm actually good at it xD Anyways, enjoy :')

Currently not taking requests! (Though that might be because I haven't joined in on request culture in a long long time, so Idk, message me, and maybe I can write requests?)

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Masterlists:

♡ Marvel

♡ X-Men

♡ House of the Dragon

♡ Game of Thrones

♡ Twilight

♡ Star Wars

♡ Harry Potter

♡ The Hunger Games

♡ Classic Who

♡ A Court of Thorns and Roses

♡ Detroit Become Human

♡ Supernatural

♡ 5 Seconds of Summer

♡ The Vamps

♡ Mcfly

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[thereaderinsertlady]

Step 1: Go to ao3

Step 2: Search Dimentio/Reader fics

Step 3: Sigh and leave when no new ones have been posted.

Repeat daily

[strawberry--boi]

My silly little fanfiction is now long enough to be considered a novel and I don't know how to feel about that

[itfeelstoomuch]

[identityhorder]

FANFICTION MY BELOVED

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I LOVE fanfiction. It's such a wonderful thing that fandoms do and I'm so glad people do it. Make that fanfic!! Draw the fanart!! Be creative and expressive and amazing!! I'm proud of you for trying!! I'm proud of you for restarting and taking breaks and doing amazing things for a community you love!!

[empressofthesunwriter]

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

I'M DONE GUYS!!!!

NO REALLY!!!!

WE ALWAYS TALK ABOUT HOW WE HAVE TO UNDERSTAND OUR READER, WHY THEY DON'T COMMENT AND BLAH, BLAH, BLAH?!

WHAT ABOUT US AUTHOR/WRITERS?

WHAT ABOUT THE HOURS WE SPEND ON PLANNING AND WRITTING A CHAPTER FOR OUR STORIES AND THEN DON'T GET EVEN ONE COMMENT FOR IT?!

I SAY: ENOUGH!!!!

IT'S TIME FOR A REVOLUTION!

I CALL IN LIVE #no comments no chapter

IF WE DON'T GET A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF COMMENTS WE AUTHORS/WRITERS WILL REFUSE TO WRITE ANYMORE FOR OUR FANFICTIONS!

SPREAD THE WORD FOLLOW AUTHORS/WRITERS, MAYBE WE CAN FINALLY CHANGE THINGS!

I'M OUT NOW!

PEACE!

[c4xcocoa]

idk if anyone on here uses quotev, but

Quotev is a fan fiction site whose admins recently ‘updated it’, removing a lot of the well liked and used features of the meh site in an effort to ‘Protect users’. There are about to remove message and group/community making features as well. PLEASE sign the petition and try to help stop this

[scrollwyrm]

We got a good one, folks!

So damn proud of this chapter XD

[misstycloud]

Recommendation;

So I thought I’d be fun to share yandere x reader stories I’ve read before and really liked. Really, these are amazing stories and authors!

(This is simply my opinion and you don’t have to like them if you don’t)

These are on Quotev(some might be on other platforms but here is where I’ve read them!)

1. Crushed velvet- by ‘Kikyo851’

2. Suit of swords- by ‘waywardbard’

3. The devil- by ‘ShinyJr’

4. Kingdom of posession- by ‘Paralell-ink’

5. Midas complex- by ‘Mi-chan’

6. Almost monster- ‘_______’

7. Obscured- by ‘Minu’

Wattpad

1. Infatuation- by ‘MaskCover’

2. Youth- by ‘ieatsocks’

3. Infected- by ‘LTMayx’

4. Strange craving- by ‘LTMayx’

5. Outcome- by ‘Mid-NightCrisis’

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[nicalysm]

𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄: 01

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Death comes at the most unexpected times. But when it does, the moment to follow would also be uncertain; is your life judged by heaven and hell or does everything just stop? Darkness. Silence. Nothing. Just an endless slumber in an endless void. But what she didn’t expect was for her death to be cut so short.

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭: various! mha x reincarnated! reader

𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧: AO3 (@ncalysm), Quotev, Wattpad

     Death comes at the most unexpected times. But when it does, the moment to follow would also be uncertain; is your life judged by heaven and hell or does everything just stop? Darkness. Silence. Nothing. Just an endless slumber in an endless void.  

But what she didn’t expect was for her death to be cut so short.

     Indeed, for a moment it was silent and dark, but it was definitely not cold. Instead, it was warm and fluffy as if laying on a cloud. Then, there was light. So blinding that she had to squint and blink a few times to make out what she was looking at. Is it heaven? Well, her life wasn't anything like that of a saint, but it wasn’t as evil to be put into hell either. But maybe she’s just sugarcoating it. Let the afterlife be the judge of that.

     For the longest time, everything just felt hazy and indistinct. Blurry. Almost like a dream, yet she wasn't in the right mind to determine what was real and what wasn't. It was like being awake yet asleep at the same time, where reality and dreams were hard to define. Cognition just came and went.

     Slowly but surely, things slowly became clearer and clearer. The sounds that were once muffled and fuzzy became more distinct, like… a man and a woman? Then, her sight follows, too. It was like having a blurry vision, finally getting glasses and suddenly the world became clearer. And there above her were... sheeps. Floating sheeps. With clouds and stars? Like a sheep mobile. Why is there a sheep mobile above?

   And then entered her vision came two towering figures who are leaning down and cooing with a faint blush on their cheeks and stars for eyes as if what's before them is the most entertaining thing in the world. That's when she saw it in the corner of her eye: pink fog (?) surrounding her. It felt fluffy and cloud-like, yet dense seeing as she hadn't fallen through it. Empty minded, she tries to touch it, but rather than to see her usual grown-up hand, what enters her field of vision are chubby little hands. And that's when she realized: she's a baby. 

Then, she began to be more aware of her surroundings. 

     The woman above her, beautiful and ethereal, with misty eyes full of stars as she coos with a voice that's almost dreamy. The baby is certain she doesn't know her (does she?) but the look on the woman's face is only that of adoration as if what was before her was her entire world. But that wasn't what the baby focused on. Rather, her little beady eyes were drawn to the woman's hair. 

     Her hair… it was floating. It was big and fluffy, and it was floating! Her hair is made out of clouds! It was as pink as the sky when sunset, with never a style to put it in place and always just floating around as if the wind was blowing it. As her eyes follow the rest of the woman's hair, the baby realises that she's laying on top of the cloud.

     And for someone as alienated as her, the baby's first instinct would be to cry. Yet she didn't. Something about the woman, or rather the scent that came along with the woman's cloud-hair, made her feel calm and comfortable. The woman's hair emits a soothing scent that smells like… lavender? So that's where it came from. It smells nice, almost enough to make one drowsy. The baby stares back, with eyes as equally as misty and full of wonder. 

"She looks just like you," a voice spoke.

     She nods. Next to the woman is who one would assume to be her husband. Silver hair and stormy eyes. For as tranquil as the woman may be, the man made up for his enthusiasm. The baby could tell by his eyes so full of life and spirit and his smile as bright as the Sun. 

"Did you dream well, Kanako?"

     It took a while to process the information and come to the conclusion that she's been reincarnated.

     Kanako, they call her. Kanako Shirakumo. But she hadn’t always been Kanako. She had once been someone else. Kanako doesn’t remember who, but Kanako knows she hadn’t always been Kanako. That name made her feel like a fraud. Like she stole someone else's life. But as she raked her mind for any kind of memory to hold on to, there came along the feeling of dissociation. A feeling of yearning for a life that felt like distant reality, almost fiction. 

Still, she tried to get used to her new life. 

     Her mother's name is Amihan, a Filipino woman who married Kanoko's Japanese father, Arashi Shirakumo. A lovely woman, she is. A gentle soul with a mind of a dreamer that was infectious. She always had this wistful expression on her face. But as tranquil as she may be, the older woman's imagination ran wild— and always told Kanoko all sorts of stories before bed. 

     Whenever Amihan spoke in English and/or Tagalog was the only time Kanako could ever understand words. It brought joy to the woman whenever Kanako would babble whenever Amihan spoke, as if the baby could actually understand her (unbeknownst to her, Kanako can) and would often speak in her mother tongue just to get a response. It was endearing how talkative the baby was. 

     Whereas her father was the opposite. His voice is always loud and giddy, contrasting his wife's softness. It was like he's always in a sugar rush. A child at heart. Kanoko loves play time with her father, but sometimes, it feels like she's an adult playing with her childish father. But nonetheless, she loves him. 

     Arashi is a busy man, working as an engineer of some sort. Yet despite his work, he still manages to spend time with his daughter. Together with his wife, he and Amihan made sure to raise Kanoko in a cosy and comfortable life. And for a moment, Kanoko truly felt as if she belonged. As if nothing changed. Nothing was wrong. 

     It was an uneventful morning when Kanoko realized that she wasn't reincarnated to just any random reality.

     Indeed, she realized that her new life was far from what she was used to. Kanako realized it the moment she gained consciousness. Like, having clouds for hair wasn't common in her old life. Nor was having sheep horns growing on your head. If you possessed such traits, you would've probably been experimented on and wiped off the face of the earth. You'd probably even be accused to be a witch and be called a spawn of Satan. But in this reality, her parents possessed superhuman abilities that they used as if it was normal. 

     Breakfast had just ended, and Kanoko's tummy was round and full as her chubby little baby body was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. The sound of water running could be heard from behind as her mother washed the dishes, and somewhere, Kanako can hear the distant voice of Arashi singing while doing chores.  

     Little amber eyes were lidded and on the brink of sleep after a fulfilling meal when the TV screen flashed the news. It shows a familiar blond man wearing an all too familiar smile that alone would represent the Symbol of Peace and a familiar suit of blue, red, yellow, and white. He looks like a generic American hero, but his name stands out among the many. When he shouts “I am here!” is when Kanako realises that she was actually watching the All Might. And though Kanako can't understand Japanese, she's sure she heard the words “heroes” and “villains” be mentioned.

     This was the world of My Hero Academia, a reality where 80% of the population possess superhuman abilities called “quirks.” And with such abilities came with it's responsibilities. Some may use it for good and some for bad, which gave birth to the occupation of “heroes” who fight criminals who use their quirks for wrongdoings called “villains.” 

     Kanoko's eyes snapped out of its drowsiness and was overcome with sparkling awe. She babbles, giggles and claps her little hands which catches the attention of her mother. 

“Do you like heroes, Kanako?” Amihan coos as she watches her baby laugh louder at the word “heroes.”

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first and foremost, I would like to clarify that this is inspired by the amazing Summerblack's Changing History. If you haven't read it, then hurry up and do so! This book wouldn't have been written if not for the inspiration her book has given me. Additionally, if you noticed that the layout is similar to another MHA fanfic writer— deargracie— that's because it is! Check out her work. It's such an eye-candy. Both authors can be found on Quotev.

Secondly, I am open to constructive criticism and feedback. This is my first book, and your comments would be very much appreciated in my journey to become a better writer. However, what I am NOT open to is rude comments. It's understandable that you may not like my writing, but please refrain from toxicity in my comment section. And as this is inspired by two authors, I hope that I don't offend them in any way by writing this. If I have, please say so. 

Furthermore, updates will be slow as the author is currently in her senior year. I would like to put my studies first and my writings well-thought of. 

With that said, enjoy! ૮₍⑅˶•▿•˶⑅₎ა

[bloombird]

I stayed up reading X male! reader story on Quotev last night. Cringe but indulging. How about you?

[mysterious-writer-s]

So in Failsafe, actually, the whole Robin romance in the original drafts happened a lot quicker but was also more pushed aside? Like, it was focused mainly on Failsafe and (Y/n) and Robin actually had a PoV for chapter 26 that I’m definitely cutting when the chapter is posted. But like, yeah, (Y/n) and Robin’s relationship wasn’t very well thought out past “let’s have her kiss him at the end of episode 26 harhar” and then I started posting it, thinking about it, and actually writing and getting feedback on the early chapters and then realized that was fucking dumb. So we got some great Robin and (Y/n) moments because my older self realized how bad of a writer my younger self was. And also the readers did too. Good for you guys!

[pastellmochi]