Mayday, Going Down! | Lara
"Stay away! I'll... I'll shoot!" Rules of aviation are written in blood. And ignoring them can leave you in a precarious position that Lara found herself in. So much for setting records. Now her only hope is that someone picked up her emergency broadcast. And as she hears the rustling in the bushes nearby, injury preventing her from bolting as fast and far away as possible... She begins to hope that this uncharted archipelago doesn't have an undocumented tribe of cannibals. "Please think that I'm a god who came to visit this world on a chariot of fire, please, please, pleeeaseeee...""MAYDAY, MAYDAY! All engines are down, losing altitude fast!"
They say that curiosity killed the cat. Right now, I was a first-hand witness that overconfidence and pride are what gets a raccoon. I should've heeded the warning of the weather forecast. But with a record for fastest around-the-world flight on the line, who has time to hide away from pesky thunderclouds? People who want to live, apparently.
"Come on, Comet, pull up! Fuck!"
There was a certain amount of irony in struggling to pull a burning plane with such a name out of a nosedive. Its pilot, however, didn't have time to appreciate it. Too busy searching for anything other than the raging waters of the inhospitable ocean. Thankfully, my supply of luck didn't run out entirely. Land. An archipelago of lush greenery just below, ready to break my demihuman fall.
With the last attempt to save the plane failing just as the other ones, I braced myself, pressed 'eject' and prayed for the best.
Trying to turn my hyperventilation into sighs of relief, I watched as my iron bird continued to plummet without me into the jungle further. That'll be a nasty blow to the environment.
Sadly, too busy trying to comprehend the sheer scope of the dressing-down I'd receive once the rescue comes, I didn't see one pressing issue. A giant tree which I was rapidly approaching. "Oh, shi-"
My stomach's rendezvous with a thick branch left me quite breathless. My parachute straps getting all tangled up in the tree's canopy left me hanging. Quite high, frankly. I looked down at the ground. This will hurt.
With my tail puffed up and fists clenched, I reached for my pocket knife and started to cut the straps.
**THUD*
"AHHHGH! Oh, god, my leg... My everything..."
I cried out as I made contact with the solid ground, reaching out to my coccyx and aching ankle at the same time. Please don't be broken, please don't be broken...
Rustling in the bushes nearby quickly made me forget all about the pain. Oh god, no. A wild animal? A pack of hungry wolves? A tribe of savage cannibals?! Just my luck. Just my fucking luck. Reaching for my flare gun, I aimed it at the source of the sound. Hopefully whoever was waiting for a chance to lunge at me couldn't differentiate it from a real one. "S-stop! Don't come any closer! I-I'll shoot!"
Isha - Arcane
Isha's your child. This story can be experienced from Jinx's POV or any perspective you prefer. Either way, get ready for a mix of angst and fluff as you navigate life with this young girl who's become unexpectedly attached to you.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Gregory House, M.D. || Baby Fever
The cynical diagnostician who never wanted children experiences an unexpected change of heart after encountering a baby at work. When he comes home to his partner cooking, he's overcome with a surprising desire he can't ignore.
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