KHR

KHR AU (Omegaverse)

En el mundo controlado por las jerarquías, no todos son inocentes.

Alfas codiciosos, Betas indiferentes, y Omegas..

¿Omegas qué?

Fraudes.

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La vida en sociedad era cruel.

Uno tenía que nacer como pudiera y ya tener suerte.

Porque la mayoría de Alfas asesinaban a un gran grupo de sus propios hijos, no natos, por ser Omegas o Betas.

Más una pequeña cantidad lograba tener la dicha de llegar al mundo, pero no de vivir bien en él.

Pero era muy injusto aquello.

#$&$#

En una época como esta, moderna, la sociedad sigue siendo inevitablemente egoísta.

Quién no estuviera de acuerdo con las reglas deberá cerrar la boca y acatarlas de igual forma.

Así es como tratan a los Omegas.

Quizás los Betas no sean tan crueles, pero no pueden hacer nada contra lo que les ordena un Alfa.

O bueno, al menos no quien no teme morir o quién no tenga algo que proteger.

Pero algunas cosas terminan por sorprendernos tarde o temprano.

Ahora necesito un fic de esto >:V

I'll call my dad

The justice league was in disaray. They had failed to stop the summoning, and already the demon was stepping out of the portal. The last standing heros didn't have the manpower to stop a whole thrall army and the magic users certainly hadn't the power to deal with the demon himself. They needed a plan, or a miracle, or the earth was doomed.

Suddenly, Constantine braced himself, and strode right to the beast.

"Don't step further, or I'll have to call my dad."

The heros were baffled. The demon too.

"Your... dad ?"

"That's right," he was sweating bullets but he continued "I'm John Constantine and Phantom is my dad. He cares a lot about Earth. He will not take kindly your little invading stunt."

"Who is Phantom ?" wispered Flash to Zatana.

"I don't know."

The league didn't know if he was bluffing or not. Zatana had recently heard rumors about Constantine's father, but it was all vague, shrouded in secrecy.

The surprised past, the demon laught.

"Alright," he mocked, "Let see what your 'dad' think of that."

Constantine took a deep breath and reluctantly put out a piece of paper form his inner pocket. As he put it in fire with a spell, the cave they were in was breifly plunged in freezing cold and supernatural darkness. A thunderous ice crack resoned, that they could feel in their chest as much as they heard. The shadows sleethed into the form of a titanesque being, and suddenly big, bright, lazarus green eyes opened. And they didn't look happy.

"John."

He gulped.

"Hi dad."

"It's a school night."

"I know," the magician cringed, "I swear I have a good reason."

Now the being looked downright pissed.

"Damn, I would hope so ! Do you have any idea what time it is ?"

"He wants to destroy the Earth !" defended Constantine almost petulantly, waving at the confused demon.

The green eyes looked at the demonic being, then the leaguers in various states of injuries, then the demon again. The demon didn't seem like he wanted to be here anymore. He was proved right when he received a monstruous fist in the face.

The entity grabbed him by an ankle, threw him back to hell, then slammed the portal shut as if it was a door. Constantine visibly relaxed.

"Thanks a lot."

"Don't mention it," grumbled the being. "Anything else you need ?"

"No. And I'm really sorry, I know it's late."

"Just don't make it an habit. See you on sunday."

And just like that, he was gone. Wally had to sit down.

"What the fuck."

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Hi everyone ! I was reminded of that post a while ago where Danny inherited of Connie's soul and decided it counts as adoption (can't find it now) and this is what came to my brain.

La influencia exterior devorando el destino de un sólo ser. Borrando todo y reescribiendo a su antojo.

El Héroe del Hacha.

No creo en los finales felices.

El cuervo lo devorara una y otra vez.

Something about the slow ride towards the becoming a monster

You are the taxidermied fox you saw in your father's living room.

You are the long black night among the pines and gloom.

You are the embodiment of humanity and death and life.

A bundle, a quilt, a mosiac of everyone you ever loved; whoever gave you strife.

Please reblog took a long time with this ^_^

Un Cielo poderoso como ninguno, herido, abandonado y suprimido.

Todas esas emociones, todo ese dolor, dentro de algo tan puro como un Cielo…

Cuando salga no debe de ser por algo bueno.

DCxDP fanfic idea:Vanishing Bookstore

Danny opens a bookstore. Initially, it was his private library, a place tp store all the books he gather from different parts of the glob and different Earths.

Mr. Lancer finally wore him down, causing Danny's love of reading to blossom at the end of his Freshman year. The teacher did so by having him come in person to speak about any kind of book as makeup work, as long as he learned how to dissect what he read and get proper reading comprehension.

Danny found that he could enjoy literature if he wasn't forced to write an essay afterward. But spending lunchtimes with his English teacher arguing about Narina's moral concepts was practically the same as the essay; it was just funnier.

It was the final push he needed to move to the next grade. By the skin of his teeth, but he did it. Mr. Lancer had been so proud of him.

That summer, Danny had been grounded for various weeks due to the ghosts attacks taking him away from his school and chores. Since he wasn't allowed to watch TV, or use the computer Danny had chosen to pick up books from Jazz's young adult fantasy shelves.

He never looked back.

Suddenly, it was like Danny could only go somewhere with something to read. He jumped genres but always fell back to fantasy, escaping into magical worlds between pages. Something about that reminded him of exploring the different worlds within the Infinate Realms, and Danny found himself addicted.

It became his entire identity. Sam was the goth girl, Tucker the tech geek, and Danny the book nerd. His friends and family quickly learned that any gift-giving event was going to lead to a long list of books Danny was waiting to get his grabby little hands on.

Even the classics Mr. Lancer once had to fight him to read were entertaining now that he understood their subtext and inferences that used to go over his head as a kid.

Jazz took him to get his library card which became Danny's most prized possession until high school graduation. Once Danny got his first part-time job- working for Sam's family company but hey if he had a rich friend who was willing to pay him to answer calls who was he to say no?- Danny started buying his own books.

He shopped at local second-hand bookstores, online websites, and chain bookstores and even ventured into the Ghost Zone to see what literature wonders they had to offer. He found that his human money had a far better exchange rate then he was expecting, making it possible to buy a lot more and at cheaper prices in the Zone.

He even found parallel words that sold the same books he was reading. Once, he saw a book he had waited two years to release at a marked-down price because that world had the book out for five years. Danny almost died of joy to find the special edition.

His room, which once had nothing by NASA, was now filled with bookshelve after bookshelve of his treasures. His parents allowed him to expand his little library in the attic once he ran out of room.

Danny had no idea what to do when his parents asked him what he planned to do once he ran out of room there. By that point, he had started to move the older ones into his Haunt in the Ghost zone, amazed that it had shifted into a Libary that rivaled the likes of Libary of Alexandria. He had so many different ones that he could organize by all ten categories of the Dewey Decimal System in his Haunt, making him wonder if he had consumed that much writing in the past four years. (He had. His parents were worried)

Ghosts had even started asking if they could visit his library, and before long, he had opened one of Ghost Zona's first Public libraries. His only charge was that if a new ghost wanted a library card, they had to donate at least three books. His collection grew and grew with each passing day.

Blob ghosts appointed themselves as Danny's librarians, carefully filing his newest additions to his growing delight. Danny now always had something new to read.

He consumed so much that a new title was bestowed onto him. Danny Phantom: Master of Knowledge.

Though that was a rather silly title if you asked Danny, he enjoyed a good read whenever he was awake. Just because he learned while reading didn't mean he was the master of it. However, he did gain a massive patchwork of knowledge that he could usually apply anywhere, making people assume he was all-knowing.

That did not solve the problem of getting too many books, and often, he found copies of the same ones added to his shelves again and again. His blob ghosts didn't think to reject copies because then ghosts couldn't visit his haunt and would be denied books.

Danny would never deny anyone books. He just had to figure out what to do with the copies and old books he was no longer interested in.

Jazz told him to try and have a yard sale of the ones he no longer wanted, and seeing as there were some series he could go without, Danny gave it a shot.

He made a surprising amount of money, but it was far from the amount he had spent to purchase them. Still, watching people get excited as they walk away with bags of books more than made up for it. After his third yard sale, Danny made up his mind.

He would attach a bookstore to his Haunt.

He wasn't sure how since his library had built itself. It seemed unwilling to add on to it that it was a slightly different business. His haunt only expanded to accommodate the library that he was building there. It took reading five rare books that Clockwork had gifted him to find what was once lost knowledge.

Haunt Manipulation.

It was risky, but Danny created the Infinite Realms Bookstore with enough concentration, some runes, a dash of overly powerful ectoplasm, and some of his core bits. He chose to run this one because the blobs seemed frightened of hackling with customers, and frankly, seeing people be happy was a different kind of rush.

Things were fine for a few years. He didn't need to work now that he had a steady cash flow—though sometimes he had to find someone willing to trade for US Earth 23-19 dollars. He was his own boss with his books to read, his body not needing sleep or food while in the zone, and his ability to lose himself in between pages whenever he wanted.

Then, his bookstore fell off his haunt. It was like an apple falling from a tree- it grew too heavy for the Haunt to handle- flinging Danny into a nearby Earth portal. Luckily, he could get back to the Zone with the spell he placed on his backdoor, and his haunt was in the same place as it always was.

It turns out that Haunt Manipulation is no longer an extended practice because it cannot anchor anywhere. It vanishes and reappears randomly, lingering for a few months. Danny finds that the last haunt like this is now named the House of Mysteries.

At first, Danny was really annoyed by this, until he realized that he could once again walk among humans and spread his library to different worlds. He especially loved it when he appeared in areas where he could teach people to read.

Something about introducing people to his obsession was almost as fulfilling as his obsession itself.

He became a strange but wise man in some worlds and a god of knowledge in others. Danny was having the time of his life, flinging between timelines, exploring dimensions, and still being able to port back to his regular Haunt that connected him to his home.

He saw his parents every Thanksgiving and Christmas. He was able to be the Best man at Jazz's wedding, saw Tucker become the head of his own tech company, and was one of the first to meet Sam's girlfriend between his exploring.

Infinite Realms Bookstore's newest location was on an intriguing Earth behind Danny's home world regarding technology. It was a crime-infested city with far too many problems for its own good. His bookstore also chooses to plant itself right smack in the middle of the worst part of town.

On the far back wall, in the elegant letter, it read "Five years," meaning Danny and the bookstore would be here for five years before it vanished. Strangely, it was the longest time that it had lingered in one place.

Danny suspected that Infinite Realms Bookstore was starting to develop a mind of its own. His books were organizing themselves overnight now, and he was sure he never saw any blob ghosts about.

That did not stop him from happily opening his doors to Crime Alley anyway. The morning of his first day in Gotham, while sipping some coffee- he forgot how good it tasted!- a young boy wandered in.

He was obviously looking for an escape, so Danny willed some chairs and tables to appear in the far back. A complimentary snack section appeared a few seconds later, and there was a "Feel free to read anything off the shelves" sign.

The kid's eyes widened when he spotted them before he hastily raced toward the classics and selected two large volumes. He planted himself at one of the tables surrounded by drinks and cookies and didn't move for hours.

Danny left him to it, choosing to close when the kid left. It was tweleve long hours but worth it to see the glee on the tiny litte face as he flipped through pages.

The next day, he came back, and the one after that. Before long, Danny had his first regular.

That regular is a young boy named Jason Todd.

Jason reminded Danny of himself when he first got into reading, which led to him making a deal with the young boy. He would let Jason bring books to trade, allowing the boy to take home whatever he wanted in exchange. This meant Danny could get books from this new dimension and Jason didn't have to worry about finaces.

There was a time where Danny was pretty sure Jason was just reselling him back his own books. But seeing as Jason looked more and more like he was having a hard time finding a good meal, Danny pretended not to notice.

This is similar to when his bookstore developed free showers for him to use only when he was about or private reading rooms with a warm bed. Jason early took advantage of these, unaware that they vanished from view to all other customers once he stepped inside.

Sometimes, he falls asleep and spends the night inside those private reading rooms when Danny "forgets" to walk through the store before closing.

Everyone else paid because they didn't make Danny's core sing like Jason. It was easy to tell when the boy became Robin, as he found the vigilante pulling Batman to his window and pointing out books. The moment that mask little face pressed against his glass, Danny knew who it was.

Just as he knew the next day when, Bruce Wayne opened his door to buy everything that Robin had wanted. Danny kept that to himself, though. He figured it would be funnier if they thought they were sneaky.

Maybe this place would be his finest location yet.

Parte 5

Me empeñe a descansar dos días, para recuperarme bien, y que algo malo no sucediera, si estuviera inconsciente y mis poderes se soltaran por su cuenta.

No fui al trabajo, ni a los lugares que comúnmente suelo ir todos los días.

En esta nueva dimensión Hanazawa es un reconocido exorcista, ha ayudado a muchas personas, y decidimos juntarnos de vez en cuando.

Shou, quien en otros mundos fue la pareja de mi hermano, es actualmente en esta un reconocido, al igual que lo fue su padre, jefe o presidente que comanda el continente, pero aún así mantiene contacto con nosotros.

Y mi hermano estudió profesorado de literatura, y está dando clases en una universidad reconocida..

Ou, olvide avisarle que no lo podría ver por unos días...

Tengo que llamarlo, pero seguro está dando clases, le mandare un mensaje.

Estire mi brazo hacia la mesa de luz junto a mi cama, tome mi celular y de inmediato se escuchó la puerta de entrada siendo golpeada con fuerza.

Suspire a la par que escuchaba rápidas pisadas que venían hacia mi habitación.

Y patearon la puerta.

- ¡Shige!

- ¡Kageyama!

Se acercó a pasos rápidos hacia mi cama.

- Hermano, tendrías que estar trabajando.

- ¿¡Estas bien, Shige!? - Posó su mano sobre mi frente, ignorando lo que le dije. - Aún tienes calentura, Teruki trae algo de agua fresca.

Hanazawa salió rápidamente de la habitación y dobló hacia la derecha, lugar donde esta mi cocina, y no lo escuche más, en cambio vi a Shou adentrarse al lugar con calma, recién entrando por la puerta que había agujereado la pared.

- Shou.

Pronuncie en forma de saludo.

- Shigeo.

Devolvió él.

Detesto hacer que se preocupen de pequeñeces y descuiden sus deberes por mi culpa.

Agh, soy un contratiempo.

_+_*_+_

Luego de poder convencer a mi hermano de que ya estaba mejor, y que de igual forma ya me estaba terminando de recuperar, se fue de mi casa, no sin antes dejarme una advertencia y un aviso de que le llamara si necesitaba alguna cosa.

Hanazawa aviso lo mismo y Shou solo se despidió, diciendo que me mejore, mientras seguía a mi hermano con la mirada.

Y volví a quedarme solo.

Suspire profundo, con los ojos cerrados, tratando de no pensar en las vivencias pasadas.

Me provocan acidez en la garganta.

Un feo reflejo al recordar esa clase de cosas de "mi pasado".

Me removí entre las cobijas de la cama y me levante.

No soporto estar en cama.

Me recuerdan los ataúdes de...

Agh, no lo pienses, no lo pienses..

37%

_=-=_

Fui al trabajo con esa pequeña fiebre apunto de desaparecer.

No me importo, igualmente no soporto estar tanto tiempo acostado.

Al llegar abrí el lugar, y de inmediato note las pequeñas moléculas de polvo en el aire.

Me quite mi saco, lo arroje al sillón, arremangue las mangas de mi camisa y busque los trapos para limpiar antes de abrir.

-*-*-*-

Alrededor de dos horas después de limpiar, aparecieron clientes.

Algunos con problemas reales, y otros con simples contracturas.

Con las vidas que ya llevaba sobre mi, me acostumbre tanto a atender todo tipo de problemas, que ya me daba lo mismo por lo que sea que tuvieran y que por ello acudieron a mi.

Era muy monótono.

Me contaban sus problemas, les ayudaba, me pagaban, me agradecen, y me quedaba solo el resto del día.

Todo era muy normal, por ello no tenía derecho a quejarme.

No tenía espejos en mi casa, pero sabía muy bien que mis ojos guardaban ojeras y mucho cansancio.

No me importaba, de alguna forma, tras el tiempo, varías cosas habían dejado de importarme.

Mis amigos y mi hermano no estaban dentro de esa descripción.

Y luego estaba Ekubo, y Shisho.

Shishi.. Shisho..

Como un relámpago, me llego a la mente la imagen de ese chico que se parecía mucho a mi maestro.

Me paré de mi silla, asombrado aún al recordar el poco parecido que pude observar al muchacho con Shisho, por la poca iluminación en ese momento.

Que aún con una imagen no tan clara de él, lo reconocería si me lo cruzara.

En ese momento el timbre del lugar sonó, otro cliente.

Suspire profundamente, y me encamine a la entrada.

Solo tenía que tranquilizarme.

_=-=_

Ahora me encuentro en el sillón de la sala, con un té en mis manos, y el mismo chico, el que tenía semejanza a Shisho, sentado frente a mi, tomando un sorbo del té que le había ofrecido momentos antes. Aún manteniendo mi rostro inexpresivo, carente de expresiones contra mi voluntad, muchas sensaciones extrañas estaban revoloteando en mi cuerpo. El chico dejó el vaso acabado en la mesa, cabe recalcar que con rudeza, asustandome. - ¿Y bien? Me pregunto tras haber hecho aquello. - ¿No estás muy ocupado con tus estudios o algo así? - Exclamé preocupado, aunque no se notará. - ¿No estarías con muy poco tiempo para divertirte con tus amigos? Este trabajo tiene horarios muy irregulares, dependiendo de las necesidad de los clientes. - ¡No tengo problema! ¡Quiero ser su discípulo! Y ahí tenía de nueva cuenta esa exclamación, que parecía desde un principio no querer formular como preguntar, para no recibir una negativa como respuesta. Cuando había llegado, hacía una media hora, era lo primero que había soltado de sus labios luego de mirarme con asombro por unos minutos. Lo había observado muy bien por esos minutos, cayendo en cuenta de que era la réplica exacta de Shisho pero con ¿Cuanto? ¿Quince años? A estas alturas, de eso no dudaba, tenía incluso el mismo carácter que Shisho. Y claro que lo aceptaría para que fuera su discípulo. Pero... lo dolía el que él.. no lo recordara. Por ello no quería atarlo a sí mismo, tratando de que ocupara un lugar que seguro no le amoldaba del todo bien. Tal vez sí en carácter, tal vez si en apariencia. Pero algo definitivamente le gritaba, que ese no era "su" Shisho. Por ello quería asegurarse de que no estaba tratando de atarlo a sí mismo, sino que aceptar lo que el niño verdaderamente quería. Aunque aún no sabía su nombre. - ¿Muy seguro? - ¡Si! - ¿Realmente seguro? - ¡Si! Suspire convencido en mayor parte. Cerré mis ojos, y le extendí mi mano. - Acepto ser tu maestro. Dije mostrando una pequeña sonrisa de bienvenida. Sus ojos parecieron brillar con alegría, tomando mi mano entre las suyas y agitando enérgicamente. - ¡Gracias Shisho! Ser llamado de pronto de esa manera me sorprendió. Parecía que ahora me tocaría estar en lugar de Reigen. Al pensar en ello sonreí una vez más. - Me llamo Kageyama Shigeo, espero ser un buen maestro para ti, ya que es la primera vez que me piden algo así, por favor cuida de mi a partir de ahora. Me presenté con mi rostro algo caliente por la vergüenza. El sonrío radiante y se puso de pie en su lugar. - Me llamo Arataka Reigen, espero ser un buen discípulo, ¡también cuide de mi a partir de ahora Shisho! Incluso el nombre. - Es un placer conocerte. - ¡Igualmente! - Enfatizó él. _-=-_ Invite a Reigen a que fuera, claramente si así lo quería, a la oficina al día siguiente luego de clases. Para que observa que clase de trabajo llevó a cabo, y que tal vez él,prontamente, quiera intentar. Como tenía clases hasta la tarde, y además estaba en un club de atletismo, me dijo que llegaría un poco tarde, pero que llegaría. Me alegro, el que quisiera llegar aún si se hacía muy tarde, por lo que me quede feliz de esperar. Y solo, tal vez, mi vida monótona se alteraría un poco con ello. Arataka Reigen, el auto nombrado y proclamado el mejor psíquico del siglo. Aunque no me lo suele decir a mi. Mire de nuevo el reloj, marcaba las ocho treinta de la tarde. Gire mi cabeza hacia la ventana y observe el cielo oscuro. Suspire, supuse que no pudo llegar por estar ocupado, o simplemente se lo olvido. No es de extrañar de chicos de secundaria. Me levanté de la silla, agarre mi saco, y tome mis llaves, cruzando la habitación para llegar hasta la puerta. Abrí la puerta, y apague las luces. Otro día será entonces. Cerré, algo decepcionado en el fondo, la agencia y me decidí volver a casa. No me esperaba eso después de todo. Pero, si él no está obligado a venir a verme después de todo. ¿En qué estaba pensando? Eso es muy egoísta de mi parte, hacia Reigen.

Cine [Mala suerte]

Recuerdo que en mi primer año en la facultad tenia a mi grupo de amigos bastantes sacados de mi zona de confort, pues a ellos les gusta salir por todos lados cualquier día y yo no estoy acostumbrado a éso. El punto es; en una ocasión me llevaron a ver al cine "Toy Story 4" (Lloré al final como todo un sentimental, lo admito) pero el tema es que estuve enojado la gran primera parte de la película porque habíamos terminado de salir de la facu y llevábamos las mochilas pesadisimas, por lo que cuando compre una caja de palomitas y me fui a sentar con la mochila grande, el asiento plegable y la caja en mano; bueno, algo malo me tenía que pasar. Sentado tenía la mochila entre las piernas en el suelo y las palomitas regadas sobre mi mochila y el suelo alrededor de mis zapatillas. Comí palomitas de arriba de mi mochila y luego del piso hasta que se me fueron las ganas, punto.

Mi jefecita: Denme buenas respuestas ante ser apuñalado, ¡adelante!

Mi hermana mayor (22): Grosero.

Mi hermana mayor (28) No otra vez.

Mi hermano menor (19): Eso es justo.

Yo (21): ¿Vas a querer esto de vuelta, o puedo quedármelo?

Yo también lo espero

Raphtalia: well you know what they say, you only live once.

Naofumi: I sure fucking hope so cuz I am not enjoying this

Porque tus AUs y tus fics khr son siempre tan tristes ajdjsjsk pobre Tsuna 😭

Mucha inspiración en mi vida hermano