Make My Story [HxH x BNHA!Reader]

[1] Factory Reset

You weren't sure what to expect when you woke up, but being back in your childhood home was certainly not even close to it. Glancing around, you could remember what happened when... that happened. You never got why people woke up dazed and confused after a big event - you could remember what happened crystal clear.

Getting off the bed, you looked down and noticed you were still in your hero outfit. Besides a few minimal tears here and there, it was in good use, and you ran a hand over your head. Was it all a dream, or was this really...

You shook your head.

The one thing different about your bedroom was the windows. They were boarded up, not allowing light to come in, and the lights were out too. If it weren't thanks to your ability to see in the dark thanks to your quirk, you'd be screwed. You also noticed there wasn't a door in the room at all - great. You were stuck here, it seemed. Nonetheless, you called out, hoping by some miracle your voice would reach out to a person who wasn't there.

Your prayers were answered not long after - a voice spoke up from behind you, saying your name, and you whirled around in shock.

For a moment, you were unable to speak, enamored by the woman's ethereal beauty. Her hair was long and black, billowing out around her as if she was floating in water, with bright red eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. Scales edged the side of her face, and her pupils were slitted like a snake's. After a moment, she smiled, humorless and dry.

"You really are my descendant. How peculiar."

You blinked, coming back to your senses at her words. "Descendant...?"

The woman before you hummed, and as she stepped forward, you were met with the fact that she was short, even shorter than you. She peered up at you in interest, but other than that, her features remained blank, like a marble statue carved to perfection. Or an eerily snake-like porcelain doll.

She continued. "Although I am disappointed that you died so quickly. And in such an unsightly way — it brings a bit of dishonor to the bloodline, especially since you were my last living descendant."

You glanced down at your hands. They weren't see-through or anything - you looked just as real as you always dead, but her words coincided with your own memories, and you sighed. You didn't feel panic or terror, just empty and resigned. "So I really did..."

"Yes. You're handling it quite well, to be quite honest."

You snorted. Little did she know that you were on the verge of a breakdown and barely holding it together. "So what is this? Is this the afterlife?"

Looking up to meet her eyes, you waited patiently for an answer.

"Mm... No," she admitted. "I interrupted the process to speak to you."

"You interrupted the afterlife?" Your voice was incredulous, and finally a flicker of emotion appeared on the woman's face. Annoyance.

"Shut up and listen," she said, and you mimed zipping your mouth shut. "I'm , the original holder of the Gorgon quirk, and your ancestor." You wanted to interject and clarify what she meant by Gorgan quirk when yours was Medusa, but you promised to stay quiet and let her continue on. You were certain you'd have time to ask questions afterwards — it's not like you had any other place to be, being dead and all.

"You already probably know, but the quirk that manifested in you is almost on par with mine, the original holder — which is why I've decided to give you another shot to bring honor to my bloodline."

Blinking, confused, you reeled back. "Another— Is that possible?"

Euryale sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's not supposed to be, but I was never one to follow the rules." Your own expression turned wry as you remembered the stories told about her.

"Didn't you say the hero association was going to turn into a fascist government and that to be a true hero you couldn't worry about money or public imagery as long as you got the job done?"

Your ancestor's dry smile turned a bit more genuine. "I still stand by that," she admitted. "I'm giving you an option here, kid. Take your second chance, or move on. It's up to you."

Grimacing, you thought of your death. "I got my heart torn out of my chest. How would I go back?"

"I didn't say you were going back, I said I was giving you a second chance. I can send you into a different.... Hm, universe, that will benefit your quirk and make me proud yet."

Oh. You couldn't deny that you had gotten your hopes up on being able to go back and say goodbye to your friends and see them again, and tried not to let it show on your face. Struggling, you tried to keep your face stoic. "What do you mean by universe?"

Chuckling, Euryale gestured behind you, and you turned around only to see a glowing door.

"Talk about surreal," you muttered, and Euryale laughed, a melodic tone that almost sounded like bells ringing. That was kind of unfair, considering your own laugh sounded like a cackling witch half the time.

"You'll just have to see. It will certainly bring me entertainment, that's for sure."

That was ominous, but your options weren't vast. Sighing, you turned to look back at Euryale one more time. "Well... Thanks, I guess."

Euryale shrugged. "It's not for you. Now hurry up and go, this room is dreary."

Taking her words, you were spurred forward. When your hand was on the door handle, Euryale spoke up one last time, her voice already fading.

"You better not disappoint me, [Y/n]. Don't make me regret my decision."

With that said, you opened the door, bright light engulfing your vision before you lost consciousness again.

"Nngh..."

In an attempt to protect your eyes from the harsh light that shone down on you, you threw your arm over your face. The light was unrelenting, however, and you groaned again putting your hands on the ground to prop yourself up into a sitting position as you opened your eyes. The ground beneath you was soft and mushy, and you looked down only to see hand in between your fingers. Confused, you grabbed a handful, allowing it to slip back to the ground as you finally looked forward, only to see vast blue. An ocean.

Where did Euryale send me...?

The bright, unfiltered light was harsh on your sensitive eyes as you tried to shade them to no avail. The scent of salt overwhelmed your nose, as well as iron... Blood?

Looking down at your chest, you grimaced. Thankfully, your hero outfit, which you were still decked out in, concealed the look of blood. Unfortunately, it didn't hide the fact that your top was drenched in your own blood and reeked. Good thing Euryale at least had the decency to allow you to come back with your heart.

Standing up and looking around, you noticed how the beach you were on spanned for kilometers out in both directions. Behind you was thick foliage, alluding to a forest of some sorts. Nothing was going to be given to you easily, it seemed, and you suppressed the urge to groan again. You were a 17-year-old teen brought back to life in an unknown universe with no food or any other belongings besides the clothes on your back.

As if sensing that you were on the verge of a mental breakdown, you could hear a rustling in the grass ahead. Immediately you had tensed, expecting a wild animal to jump out at you. Instead, breaking through was a teen about your age, decked out in a green jumper that you recognized right away. As if your quirk had been used on yourself instead, you felt yourself freeze in realization, cursing your ancestor with every bone in your being.

"Miss, are you alright?"

The teen's words broke through, making you realize that this is what Euryale meant when she said "second chance".

Because right in front of you was none other than the recognizable anime character, Gon Freecss, meaning you just got isekai'd into the world of Hunter x Hunter.

God damn it, Euryale.