Tag "Pre-canon" - Works and Original stories

Vergil had decided to put one of his theories to the test and had immersed himself in reading books. Kat made him some tea, grabbed a can of energy drink and sat down beside him.

Contrary to the fairytale, all fairies (okay, just mere human aunts) were good, even the gloomy one, and thus invited to celebrate the birth of a pretty princess (okay, just another common boy). Their gifts were good, too.

It (they?) is here for a long time. Alone? No, alones. “We will all die”, one voice mutters, the other asks, “Who are you? Where am I?”, or, “I will file a complaint”, or howls and weeps, or cries for help, or demands to shut up. Impossible. Voices are always there. Voices and body. One for all. They exists.

When did Ensi Hotakainen give that notorious "one job" to her older grandson?

Five Nordic countries were the top consumers of coffee per capita in the world in early XXI. Now, since the rest of the world has ended, they are running out of stock and have to deal with it.

He always came to me as if from nowhere, and also disappeared. Quietly, imperceptibly and unpredictably. But despite everything, it didn't scare me, on the contrary, I waited for him every time more and more, wondering where he would appear. However, I was wasting my time then–I never guessed the place of his appearance. |Or my short story about acquaintance of dostogogols|

The story of Phil with a Henry we think he deserves. Cover: https://i.ibb.co/DzDpc0Z/cover.jpg

Rachel strives with all her might to be irreplaceable and the best. She risks her health and marriage by becoming a field agent. Fearless alpha bitch leading a squat of soldiers. But what if Rachel is not who she seems? And she made her way to Iraq for a reason.

Silco was surely a man of his reputation, a cold-hearted and calculated criminal. Yet it hadn't always been that way. He too had once been a lost soul barely over twenty, risking his life to visit the lowest of the low — the mines of the Sump level. Not for an adventure or some shady business. No. To visit the grave of his parents, the grave of a whole nation that was now forgotten, to visit a grave of his past self and search for something we all crave — acceptance.

There was a time when Sevika, Silco and Vander were united by more than just a dull life in the undercity. A strong desire to revolt and change Zaun for the better, give its nation what it truly deserves. Some long time ago a boy from the mines, a bartender's son and a girl living in Promenade felt as if they could change the world. Now two of them are in the grave and the only one left seems to have given up. But maybe it's not too late to remeber what they once had? To go back to their roots?

A story of Kaede and Maki bonding before v3 happens.

Having straightened his chest and raised his head, N confidently walked towards his well-deserved rest. Today he exceeded the norm by 3 times, so even the always dissatisfied J was forced to surrender to his power and give him a day off. Having already reached the right place, the guy finally takes off his coat, which is already stuck to the body. But wait... Is that V's jacket?

Daniel runs away from home and is supposed to start living with his sister. She isn't there, but something else is. About the becoming of some avatars and the continued existence of others. (cross-posted on ao3)

"I only ever asked questions. That's all it took to be a demon in the old days." A. J. Crowley

Keepers. Colleagues. Lovers. Enemies.

Little Harry enjoyed it when his beloved adults laughed and affectionately stroked him on the head, and he also loved Chicken Little and his rattle.

It was June, 1942. And the hope was lost for one terrible man.

This is a collection of short stories about "Saibou no hanashi", the pilot chapter of Cells at Work.