L̶o̶v̶e̶.̶ Is something the doctor, Medkit never cared about, healing people with the intention of money. He hated being a doctor, but-gifted with healing powers, he had no choice but to remain his role. You were a demon made for-well, forced for missions like a weapon. Teared from their own freedom for power. You were assigned a mission. Pretend to be a runaway, Get closer with Medkit, Kill him. The goal was neat, and simple. You thought it was. But no, fate has plans for you. Utterly gruesome and cruel plans. For as when you get closer to this so called traitor, you could never pull back. Something bubbled in your chest with those moments with him (final chapter). L̶o̶v̶e̶.̶ L̶o̶v̶e̶?̶ But he, Had no intention of it. Because what is L̶o̶v̶e̶ to him? Just an imperfection, a distraction, something that would only fade in a matter of time. Oh the broken little demon you are, why did you even expect him? You were brought back to BlackRock, tortured and tested. And the final reward for Medkit? Your destroyed body. Remade, repaired, and your heart that was once beating for him replaced by Subspace's crystal. The jar of Medkit's bottled up feelings didn't just cracked, it broke. It spilled every ounce of what he'd been refusing to face-the feelings he had pushed away. It was all too late, his pleading all in vain in your unstoppable fury. Then- 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆!! ... ____________ 𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 : 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ✦

In which a scenario plays when the reader is the reincarnated form of a forgotten deity that birthed spawn location Memories come in quickly yet flowing ever so calmly like a flowing river. You are happy that all seemed well yet disappointment soon comes when you see the world of Inpherno being an awfully violent place, unlike what you are used to. you see the good in everything, so the search starts but what happens if your previous life's children start finding out one by one that you have been reborn?

"𝒞𝒜𝒩 𝐼 𝐻𝐼𝒯?" "𝒩𝒪 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝒦 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒩𝒪𝒯" ​🇮​​🇳​ ​🇼​​🇭​​🇮​​🇨​​🇭​ [​🇳​​🇦​​🇲​​🇪​] ​🇬​​🇪​​🇹​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇺​​🇨​​🇰​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​ ​🇮​​🇸​​🇪​​🇰​​🇦​​🇮​❜​🇩​ ​🇮​​🇳​ ​🇹​​🇭​​🇪​ ​🇬​​🇦​​🇲​​🇪​ ​🇵​​🇭​​🇮​​🇬​​🇭​​🇹​​🇮​​🇳​​🇬​ [the image is made by kelcair]

"ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ. ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀʟʟ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ." Anywaysssss, This is a Phighting Oneshot/headcanon book(Originally called Spicy Phighting headcanons). I just changed the title so it looked cooler lol. Anyways, why not take a look inside? Oh, and try not to wake up the waves while you're at it.

You wake up to the world of two certain games..aand... They're head over heels?

It was known to be flirtatious and charming, but when it came to you, it seemed to be excessive. Working hard your whole life, it came as a surprise to you whenever handling SCP-035 came as a challenge. Not only that, but your superior was quickly getting close to you. Perhaps a little too close. Now you were stuck dealing with the inner turmoils of what you want to do with your life, the suffering your superior is putting you through- And what happens when a talking theatre mask takes more interest in you than it should? And why do you take such an interest in it too? (The cover art belongs to me.) CONTENT WARNING: This fanfiction contains emotional abuse and manipulation in general. It also contains strong language, (non-explicit) sexual abuse, death, and mentions of alcohol and blood. If you are uncomfortable with any of that, please heed caution. Started: 08/18/2020 First Published: 10/2/2020 Finished: 10/17/2021

This is a oneshot book... so yeah. I take requests, but strictly NO lemons or things related to that. I only take fluff or angst. I also apologise if I take a long time to do your request.

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Hey guys! I'm still new at making these stuff so sorry if it's not great