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Nicholas Light Oshi No Ko

Oshi no ko: Akari Hayaki (FanFiction)

Ai Hoshino, born as an intelligent idol... was murdered. I opened my eyes... "[What is this? W-wait don't tell me...]" Yes, I got reborn to a new life! My mom is just like me, she got pregnant at a young age and gave birth to me when she was 16. She is very cool, a great singer, but full of secrets too. Her name is Akari, which means light. And yes, this story isn't really all about me, but how my mom is able to live her life with her secret child. But though I am curious how my twins are living right now, I can't believe that me and my mom's life, would join into their life too. I just hope they don't caught on to me and my mom's secret! I am no longer Ai Hoshino, but now Ai Hayaki! And this is the life of me and my super duper awesome mom! This is a fanfiction of the anime Oshi no ko! Wednesday or Saturday! (There's a chance I will post 2 chapters a week, but if I don't post on Wednesday, it means ill post on Saturday!) Want to thank you in advance for those who will read! I recommend you guys watch Oshi no ko to understand, but if not, here is a short summary!(but its okay if not since ill add a bit of backstory of each that's connected to the original) Spoiler Alert! Ai Hoshino is an idol who gave birth to twins, Aqua and Ruby, but she needs to keep it a secret so that her fame won't drop and that she can continue being an idol. She loves her children so much but sadly got stabbed in front of her son aqua(Btw the twins were her fans in their past life but when they died, they reincarnated into her babies). So Ai then died, and aqua has a goal to find his father(which is the killer) by joining acting(Aqua is really good at acting), while Ruby is doing idol stuff to become like her mom, Ai. A lot of things happened and I do recommend to watch the anime or read the manga! But I decided to let my story take place during the time when Aqua is making the movie for revenge, but added a little storyline where he is trying to catch his father which I made it up hehe. (I will add that storyline somewhere in the future chapters hehe) Hope you enjoy my story, Peace. Edit: I just realized that I accidentally included this for the spirity awards HAHAHHAHA! That's why I couldn't find anime tags and it isn't part of the fanfic. Hope people find this novel and that this is a fanfic... :D (I might upload an original novel of my own for the awards, hope you guys will like it. Might post it next month tho :D) I made a Twitter account you can follow named- @abe_writes - you can follow if you want :D '_'
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Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
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