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arminsumi · 2 months

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🔞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈 / 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : fem reader / Gojo Satoru

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : smut, breeding kink, pregnancy stuff

Maybe he's got a freaky sixth sense, or maybe there's some scientific studies to back it up; but Gojo can tell when you're ovulating. And it turns him on — of course it does. He has a bigger breeding kink than you do.

He comments a "Oh, you're ovulating." after sniffing you, which makes you do a double take, like he's insane. Because he is insane, he pays closer attention to your cycle than you do.

He researches positions that help conception, bends and pushes you into them, and fucks you deep.

"Baby, I know it's too deep but just keep taking it okay? I'm gonna get you pregnant this time."

He's so determined to give you his baby that he tries everything to increase the chances; staying inside you for 5 minutes after shooting his load in, having you rest with a pillow under your back so your hips are raised — "Gotta help my lil' guys swim." he acts like an idiot about it, but sweetly so. Nothing excites him more than the idea of being a dad, except the idea of fathering your children.

After sex, when the two of you are cleaning up, Satoru feels over and massages your tummy with a small smile on his face. He's lost in thought, hair all messy and face tired like he's run a mile, hopeful that this time he got you pregnant.

He'll pamper you like his queen, humming and going to the ends of the earth to get you anything you ask for. Really fawns over you when you're ovulating, and lays on the compliments thick while snuggling your neck and creeping his fingers up your thighs — pretty soon he'll sink them inside and stretch you out on them, preparing you for what he cutely calls "baby making" but is actually sweaty, nasty, kinky sex.

Satoru's going to push into you as deep as you allow him, and then some more just to test your limits, pinning your wrists down and whispering sultrily into your ear about how well you take him, how beautiful you sound, how good it feels to fuck your fertile pussy knowing he'll most definitely get you pregnant because his cum is perfect, thick and sticky and gooey and pungent, just like he is — the cocky bastard.

When his creampie makes you cum, A-spot pressured with his pulsing tip, he grins so wide that you scold him about it. "Stop grinning like a psychopath." you pant. He just responds with a stupid, "D'you feel pregnant?" as if it happens so fast. "Gee, I don't know, we should go again just to make sure — that was a joke, that was a joke! My legs are tired you bastard!" too late, he's flipping you over and slowly filling you up again.

Of course, he has to get a creampie in every day. Sometimes even a few times a day. Sometimes even at 4 AM when you swat him for being a horny idiot — it takes five minutes to give in because you can hear the need in his voice when he whines "Please?" and starts humping against you, "I've got so much for you." he says and though it sounds so sweet in his soft, bedroom voice it's hard to take him as innocent, because his boner is grinding hard and hot against you.

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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It’s Too Early

Pairing: Charles x Pregnant!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Tough pregnancy, premature birth, PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), IVF mentioned, angst, fluff at the end

Synopsis: Being pregnant hasn’t been easy, especially when Charles is away for the season and can’t be with you 24/7 like he wants to be. So what happens when he finds out you went into labor from a reporter? Chaos, utter chaos

A/N: Wrote this morning and I picked PCOS because that's something I suffer with all the time, and felt the need to write a fic about now, everyone's experience with PCOS and the topics discussed in this are different, I did research and put my own hardships and feelings in this, I hope everyone reads with an open mind and enjoys this but also Dad!Charles who could give up Dad!Charles

Charles would kill for you; he really would. And right now, he wanted nothing more than to kill the FIA, who would refuse to let him sit out this season to be with you, his pregnant wife.

Finding out you were pregnant was the happiest day of his life, but soon it turned...not a nightmare, but a living hell. You were classified as a high-risk pregnancy due to polycystic ovarian syndrome, something you let Charles know when you first started dating.

He was there through the painful periods, the cramps that left you defenseless and laying in bed all day, to the doctor visits and the mood swings. Through it all, he was still with you and loved you more and more each day.

When you both married and settled down a bit more, the conversation of becoming pregnant came up. Charles knew the risks and had done research before bringing it up with you; he even explored other ways of having children. But you told him you wanted to try naturally and go from there before discussing different ways and seeing what happens.

After 3 years of trying and doing everything, even trying IVF, that damn stick showed that fucking plus sign. You sat in the bathroom for hours just staring at the positive test, and that's precisely how Charles found you when he came home. On the bathroom floor, staring at the test.

He can still feel the tile on his skin as he hugs and kisses you, calming your fears away from the worst thoughts in your head.

It hasn't been an easy pregnancy, from cramps to horrible morning sickness, to the doctors worried you might give birth way too early, even being put on bedrest for the rest of the pregnancy due to worries of preeclampsia. Charles fought hard with the FIA, saying he needed to be with you, but they refused to listen and told him he needed to race. You talked him off the ledge as he called to quit and stay home.

"Charles stop; this is ridiculous. You love racing; you aren't quitting because of me." You groaned, going in circles with your mess of a husband.

"No! What's ridiculous is that the FIA won't even see why my wife has a high-risk pregnancy and that I'm needed home, not driving in goddamn circles!" He snaps, slamming his phone down and pulling his hair.

"Char, breath." You whisper from the bed, in agony, simply because you can't get up and comfort your husband.

Charles, almost sensing your dilemma moves from the end of the bed to laying down next to you, placing his head on your chest, careful of your swollen breasts, knowing how much they've been hurting lately. No words are said as fingers run through his hair to calm him down and stop him from making a huge mistake.

"Charles, I'll have your mother here with me. Me and the baby are going to be okay. Listen, if anything changes, I will call you immediately. You can't miss this; you have a real chance this year and must show the world that Charles Leclerc will be a World Champion." Your words convince him as he lets off that familiar defeated sigh of his, making your smile grow at this.

"Immediately. Do you understand? I don't care if it's stupid like your back itches you call me." He bargains, making you laugh and nod in agreement.

Pascale has been staying with you for only a month, and you finally reached the safe zone, where if you did go into labor, it wouldn't be so dangerous for you or the baby. It was race day, and Charles was in Silverstone, needing to finish P2 or higher to challenge Max for the title.

It was a typical day as Pascale fixed you a light snack as you weren't feeling well, your lower back was hurting, and it felt like your pelvis had its own heartbeat. You didn't think much of it as it was a hot day in Monte Carlo, and you had read in books that it was customary to feel this, so you didn't say anything to Pascale to not worry her. The race was halfway through when the first real cramp startled you to the point you dropped your cup; thankfully, it was rubber, so it didn't break.

"Y/n? Honey, what's wrong?" Pascale was right there in an instant picking up the cup, looking over you.

"Just...a cramp, it's nothing." You mummer rubbing your stomach but flinch from how much it hurts to touch it.

"Y/n, when did this start?" Pascale asks calmly, knowing it was wise to keep you calm and not start to freak out because you might be in early labor.

"Last night, but it's picked up this morning. It's nothing, Pascale, honestly, just the baby moving." You try to reason, not wanting to jump straight to labor.

"Y/n, I'm calling for an ambulance, okay? I think you might be in early labor, and with you being on bed rest, they need to help me, alright." She mummers pushing your hair back, trying everything to keep you calm.

"Okay, okay." You repeat as the cramp passes, and you hear her on the phone telling them everything as you force yourself to pay attention to the race and not to the growing pit in your stomach that you might be in labor.

They get here fast as you breathe through another cramp. Tears start to flutter down your cheeks, the realization of you possibly in labor while Charles isn't here, but in the UK. They ask you question after question and share a look, a look that sets you off.

"No! No! I'm not in labor, okay? I'm just having some cramps, which is normal; I have PCOS; okay, nope, I'm not." You argue as the medics alert the hospital to your condition.

"Mrs. Leclerc, I understand that you are only 29 weeks and you're scared, but right now, you are in early labor, and we need to get you to the hospital as soon as we can, okay?" The friendly medic tries to reason with you, but you refuse to see reason.

"I'm sorry, but no. Charles isn't here; he should be here; I can't do this alone. I'm sorry, but I'm not going anywhere." You argue as Pascale packs your bags and looks over at you.

"Y/n, I know you are scared, but Charles isn't here right now, but he will be okay. I'll call him when the race is over and let him know immediately what's going on. But, please, if you wait, it'll be worse for you and the baby." She can reason with you, finally getting you to the hospital as you try hard to stay calm and not make things worse.

But of course, Pascale could never make the phone call as everyone was too busy keeping you calm.

Charles was on top of the world. He had won Silverstone and was only 4 points behind Max now. Sticky with champagne, he checks his phone, looking for the standard text from you, but not seeing a text from you, he hits dial, calling you. But, you don't pick up, making him call you again, yet again, you don't pick up.

He reasons you must be asleep, knowing you had been super tired lately, and his mother said everything was fine. You're eating normally and just sleeping or reading. He moves and takes a picture of the trophy, telling you he won it for you and the baby and he couldn't wait to get back home to you both. Sadly, he's pulled away from his phone to go do media even though he wants to head to the airport and go home, but he needs to do this first.

Only 4 more hours before heading to the plane, then another 5 to 6 hours before he's back home to you.

He makes it through all 5 interviews before coming to the last one, Pierre on his right and Carlos on his left as they all give their final interviews.

"Charles, amazing race. I have to say that it was fabulous to see you win this and to have your teammate and your childhood best friend up there. It must've been something." The reporter gushes, making Charles smile at how genuine the reporter is.

"Yes, um, having Carlos and Pierre be there next to me was something. I mean, the Red Bulls put up one hell of a fight, but we know not to get too comfortable and that we really need to start pushing it more and more each day so we can close the gap and pull in front of them." Charles smiles.

"Yes, this must be a wonderful day with you; with what winning Silverstone and your wife going into labor, you must be just on top of the world." Charles freezes, hearing the words come out of the reporter's mouth and let's put a nervous laugh.

"I'm sorry? My wife isn't in labor," he argues, starting to fidget and lick his lips.

''Really? Reports are that she went into labor at the start of lap 23 and has been at the hospital, your mother." Having cut the camera, realizing that Charles honestly had no idea.

"Nope, she's not, okay, she's not in labor. She would've called." he snaps, hands fumbling for his phone, trying to call you again. This time, it goes to voicemail, sending his heart plummeting to his feet.

"Alright, that's enough for today." Pierre voices and grabs Charles leading him away from prying eyes as he keeps calling you repeatedly.

"Charles. Charles, stop!" Pierre yells, snatching the phone away as his friend cries. Fear takes over Charles as he starts to imagine the worst. What if something was seriously wrong, and you went into early labor. You're only 29 weeks. That's 6 months. Yes, the baby would be okay, but would you?

"Come on, let's go to the hotel. Get your stuff, and you and I will fly out and call your mom. Okay, let's go." Pierre reasons, dragging his friend away and to the cars trying to calm down Charles.

'Pierre calls Pascale and puts her on the speaker; thankfully, the woman picks up after 3 rings.

"Why the fuck didn't you call me the moment she went into labor? I wouldn't give a damn if I was still in the car. Why didn't you call!" Charles rips out before Pascale can say anything, and Pierre groans, knowing that if the situation was different, the Ferrari driver's mother would bury his ass in the ground.

"Because Charles, I've been trying to keep her calm. She's freaking out because you're not here, and honestly, honey, I forgot, as I was trying to make sure your wife's blood pressure doesn't get worse; now, get here as fast as you can because she's almost fully dilated and she needs you Charles, and she needs you to be calm and strong for her because right now she's not." Pascale hangs up, leaving the car in a stiff eerie silence.

"Get me to the airport as fast as you can," Charles whispers, making Pierre nod to ensure he'd get there.

"I can't do this, Pascale; nope, I'm sorry, but I can't. It hurts too much, please, make it stop." you cry as your mother-in-law soothes you. She tells you Charles is on the way. But that did nothing to comfort you. It only made you more anxious about the fact that this would happen.

"Y/n, I know you're scared but Charles will be here soon, okay? But you can't stop pushing, okay? All these nurses and doctors are here to help you, ow let them." She urges as you scream out from another contraction.

"I want Charles." You sob, collapsing against the bed from exhaustion. This was too much for you, the pain, Charles, and everyone in the room; you can't do this.

"Baby!" A familiar voice cries out as the door swings open, and Charles runs in. His hair is messy, and he looks so bewildered you could kiss him, but all you can do is scream.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Making Pascale and everyone else jump, Charles just smiles and pushes everyone out of the way to get to your side.

"I'm sorry, I was on a plane, and my phone wasn't working." And lies, not wanting to tell the truth of no one telling him but a reporter that you were in labor.

"You're lucky I'm giving birth right now or so; help me go-" Your words get cut off by another contraction, making you grab Charles's hand and squeeze it so hard he'd thought it'd break.

"Okay, Mrs. Leclerc, we need you to push." the doctor instructs while Pascale slips outside, startled to see half the grid in the hallway.

"Come on, let's give them some privacy." Pascale smiles, wrapping an arm around Pierre as she leads the boys down the hallway.

"I love you," Charles whispers, kissing your forehead, not caring for a minute you are drenched in sweat.

"I love you too, but we're adopting or surrogacy next time." You cry as you get one more contraction, everyone yelling at you to push, and soon your cries are mixed in with smaller ones.

"He's here. He's here." Charles repeats, kissing you all over and making sure you are okay. He wanted to check on his baby, but first, he needed to ensure you were alright.

"It's a boy? We had a little boy." You whimper, leaning into Charles's chest as you cry in relief that everything went as smoothly as possible.

"He's perfect, Y/n, all ten toes and fingers, and god, I love you so much." Charles mummers finally kissing you while the nurse cleans up your son.

"Here you go." the nurse smiles, handing you your son, who cries his little lungs out but soon stops when he's placed on your chest.

"He'll need to go to NICU for just a night so we can go over everything and make sure there are no complications, but after that, he can come down here and stay with you, Momma." the nurse smiles, going back to help make sure your vitals and everything else was good.

'Charles, and you can't help but stare at your little boy while you start to feel that ache and tiredness settle in, but Charles holds you both, his entire world in his arms.

"We need a name," Charles whispers, making you hum in agreement.

"I've got the perfect one. Also, tell Pierre I say thank you for getting you here."

Charles blinks down at you, confused, but you just giggle.

"I can smell his cologne." Making Charles laugh right along with you.

You fell asleep after picking the name, and the nurses follow Charles to the waiting room where everyone is, Pascale the first to see her son.

"Everyone," Charles starts making the others turn their heads, Isa and Carmen gushing at the tiny little baby in Charles's arms.

"Meet Pierre Hervé Jules Leclerc." Charles announces, making everyone laugh as Pierre stands there stunned, looking at his best friend holding his son.

"Really?" Pierre asks, making Charles nod. "Of course, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten here in one piece. Also, Y/n says thank you." Charles smiles but adds, "she could smell your cologne on my clothes." Making everyone laugh at this.

"Can I hold him?" Pascale asks, but Charles shakes his head no.

"Sorry, but he won't be held by anyone but us and the staff for right now; he's got to go to the NICU overnight, and frankly, I want Y/n to get a say who holds him first after us, Mother." Charles smiles, but Pascale just beams, seeing Charles transform before her.

"Say goodbye to all your uncles and aunts, Pierre," Charles whispers, laying him in the trolly as the nurse reassures him that he'll be fine and he can come up and visit if he'd like.

Everyone watches as the Ferrari driver just smiles at his boy and leans down, whispering something to the baby before pulling away and watching the nurses take him a floor up.

"What did you say?" Pierre asks his friend.

"We'd always love and protect him, and he's only allowed to root for Ferrari." He laughs, making Pascale slap her son on the arm, everyone joining in on the laughter, a memory no one would forget.

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flamingpudding · 2 months

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I'm back with a part 4 if you want to do it it's kind of more of a crack write I just need Klarion trying to explain the family tree

But not explaining how he was made at all So Young Justice and the Justice League are now convinced that a the Ghost King was a teenage parent who is now 27 years old and just passed college with a degree in astronomy and machinery

Klarion's other parent is a a crazy fruit loop 64 year old millionaire who went to college with Klarion's Mom parents who had an emotionally unhealthy obsession with his mom's mother and then it passed on to his mom.

And he has an older sister who is technicality a clone of his mom but also has the bastards DNA so fundamentally making Ellie Vlad Master and Mom's first born kid but there's six other siblings that Klarion had that died back a while back but Mom got granddad who's apparently the time lord AKA Cronos which is a whole another long story to go back in time and save those kids get them fixed up and now Klarion technicality has seven older siblings which all do their own things

And then he starts mentioning his uncle who is a 9 ft yeti his technicality auntie who is a medieval ghost princess who can turn into a dragon his auntie Pandora and his his grandfather cronos

My names for the six other clone children are Donald (he/him), Cecelia (they/she), Bartholomew(Them/They), Kyle AKA Bite(He/It), Brutus(He/They), and then there's Danna (She/Her) who actually really like the name Dan and asked Klarion if could have it when Klarion changed his name

Sorry if this is a little bit too much I've just really been thinking about au for this after the last part you made I hope this helps you with your writing or at least makes you laugh but I really love the idea of Danny's AKA somewhat clone children and finding their own personalities and and fighting themselves out of just being failed clone of their mom also I love the idea of Danny going back in time to save the rest of the clone kids cuz now he's a mature adult who wants to save their lives and wants them to grow into their own people.

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I probably did way to much research into all the fandoms I am in to see what I could tie into this... And yet this feels shorter than it should but I also currently lack the time to add more. But for now I hope this will be satisfactorily.

Also this family tree idea especially the part of saving the melted clones. LOVE IT!

So even though it took me a while! here is Part 4 you inspired! Thanks so much for the ask!

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"Dude, you are making us only curious!" Impulse spoke up as he sat down next to Klarion who had his head in his hands. "Like you and your mom can't just drop your family lore like that!"

The witch boy on the other hand looked up with narrowed eyes at the speedster. "What lore?"

"Let's see, the part that apparently a Vlad tried to kill your Grandpa to make friends several time. That your mom is 'ghost' adopted by the lord of time Cronos and Pandora, which makes us family too by the way, and that you have a sister that apparently is even crazier than what we got to know of your family so far." Wonder Girl counted off her fingers next to him grinning as she mentioned the part of probably being a part of his 'crazy' family too. Which hell yea, that sounded like a lot of fun to be explored she would have to talk with Wonder Woman about that as soon as possible.

"Also..." Red Robin added as he flipped through the photo album that apparently no one remembered he had. He was turning it around and pointed at a particular photo with a wild bunch of people in it that varied between more human and well... less humanoid people. One of them definitely was a Yeti and there was also what looked like living armor as well as Teekly (they knew that demon cat at least), a giant green dog and for some reasons there was a green aggressive looking Octopus in the background too. "...how are you related to a Yeti?"

"Hey that man there and those other teens in the picture actually have some resembles with you! Do you have older brothers too?" Superboy additionally asked as he moved around Red Robin to see the photo better pointing at a man that appeared to be in this late twenties, blue eyed, black haired and a little on the buffer side. If he didn't know any better and the fact that he should keep his mouth shut about their actual identities he would have jokingly asked Red Robin if his family would like to add more kids considering Klarions family apparently had a bunch of black haired blue eyed members too, judging by the photo at least.

"What are you talking about. That man is my mom and yes the others are actually my older brothers and that Yeti is uncle Frostbite who also happens to be the best medic in the Infinite Realms" The four teen heroes looked stunned at the picture and then back at the Ghost King that was smiling at them, still seated by the dinner table with their mentors. Who by the way were now perking up at the change of topic and the information they could gain with it, well Wonder Woman was more interested in the apparently extended family she had.

"Oh I remember we took this photo last year, it was such a hassle to get everyone into one place with them all being busy doing their own things." Danny mused for a moment, remembering fondly how he had to literally drag some of the kids home through a portal.

"It was more annoying than anything too since I was declared to be the youngest...." Klarion muttered also remembering that day not as fondly as his mother.

"Wait, wait, wait! That is a picture of your family? I need an explanation buddy!" Impulse cut in without shame, quickly removing the picture from the photo album to get a better look at it before holding it out to Klarion so he could explain all the individuals. "Plus why does your mom look soooo.... human?"

The witch boy on the other hand stared at him for a couple of seconds before looking over towards his mother as if waiting for something. After a moment the teen heroes as well as their mentors saw Danny nod with a little smile. "This dimension doesn't have the GIW so its fine, the Justice League Dark won't be a problem either, right?." Constantine flinched at the smile the Ghost King was giving him, muttering something under his breath as he had hoped his presence had been forgotten.

"Since mom is giving his okay...." Klarion mutter sitting crosslegged on the ground as he snatched the photo album from Red Robin and flipped through it. "Lets start with the easiest stuff to explain."

Danny chuckled noticing that not only the teen heroes but their mentors as well showed an interest. He choose to stay quiet letting the adults listen in on the kids, and if things went bad he would just ask Clockwork if they could revert time back to this moment and he would change his nod of permission to a shake of denial.

"Okay first of, this is my mom and his sister Jasmine, this is Danielle my older sister and that hulk with flaming white hair and blueish skin is me. That was before I got deaged because of destabilising." Klarion explained flipping to a photo of him, Danny, Jazz and Danielle. "Mom was around fifteen, Aunt Jazz about seventeen and Ellie should have been about a year old but she was aged up to twelve. They look human in this one because well they are. Mom was originally human and became what you call in this dimension a Meta through an accident."

"Wait... that would mean your mom... How could he have two kids at that age of fourteen? You look like an adult and your sister was aged up?" Wonder Girl couldn't help but ask as she looked from the photo and back to Danny at the dinner table again.

"That's cause Vlad was a fu-"

"Language Klarion!"

"Vlad was a fruitloop. That photo was taken shortly after Vlad and I sort of redeemed our selfs. Plus, mom didn't really have my sister and me willingly.... we were kind of forced upon him in a way." Klarion explained shrugging. "Old Man Vlad had an obsession with his mom that then turned on mom, which resulted in my oldest sister Danielle first. Actually, a lot of my elder siblings resulted from that, but they didn't survive it the first time, Mom got Old Man Clocks help to save them once he got used to being the Ghost King. I got added to the mix shortly after my sister, but... i wasn't in the best state of mind at first, kind of went through a redemption phase in which mom had to fix the timeline of our original home dimension, too."

Danny chuckled again at the disturbed looks the teens were giving his son as well as the looks their mentors sent him. He probably should correct Klarion's wording... but being one of the gremlins of his family he just smiled on, not commenting. He really understands now why Pops Clockwork liked watching the chaos he used to cause as teen, and still sometimes causes as adult.

"Klarion... how old is this Old Man Vlad?" Red Robin asked grimacing as his eyes under the mask flicked up to the Ghost King and then back to the witch boy both seemingly unbothered by the disturbing information they were sharing.

"In human years... probably around 67? You stop counting age at some point if your a halfa." Klarion shrugged, not noticing the grimaces of the teens around him. "Anyway, Ellie is sort of the first born. I came in after that, with my core being a mix of Mom and Vlad. Not DNA wise though since I came to be because of their ghost cores. That's why I look like that in this photo. Though human DNA wise I am probably now mostly Moms, we never bothered to ask the old man."

Danny muffled another chuckle, coughing as Superman sent him an incredulous look of shook while he felt Batmans burning gaze on him.

"You... mentioned more siblings?" Red Robin asked carefully sharing a look with his team, feeling like there was a whole lot of trauma in Klarions family he wasn't sure they should address or not. So asking after his siblings was probably, hopefully the safest option. They didn't know that while there was trauma in the witch boy's family it was not the kind they were imagining.

"Yea I got a bunch more brothers, Vlad was a evil crazy fuitloop, before he redeemed himself. They all kind of melted in one timeline but mom and Grandpa Clock found a way to save them." Klarion nodded flipping to another photo containing him, as he looked now, and all his siblings.

"So, Ellie you know about already. The one with the sunglasses and died hair is Bartholomew, second oldest. They made themselves a home in other dimension, barely at home cause he has to much fun messing with something called a 'Starstream' by being a 'Constellation' and throwing gold coins at 'Incarnations'. Don't ask me what that means, I barely pay attention when he gushes about his favorit 'Incarnation'. They spent like all their money and pocket money there. Aunt Jazz thinks he might develop a gambling addiction if we don't stop his spendings." The teen heroes eyed the teen that looked like a young adult grinning in the photo as the witch boy pointed at the one next to them. "The one with the vile is my elder brother Bite, most responsible one of this bunch. Mom even allowed him to take care of a couple of dimensions by taking the role of being their God of Death. I think he messed them up more than helped but he is doing a somewhat good job, even if he is sort of obsessed with making some red head his saint or something..."

"One of your sibs is a God?" Impulse gabbed and Klarion just blinked at him with a shrug. "My Grandfather is the ruler of Time, your point is? Wonder Girl is also related to a God of your dimension."

"Never mind him, moving on." A yelp resounded as Superboy pushed Impulse head down leaning in more to see the photo better. "You got one emo looking brother there!"

"Oh that's Yamikumo, he is like a year or two older than me right now, in human years. He barely got any of mom's powers so he choose to try to life a somewhat normal life but weirdly enough he choose a dimension that is ruled by people who have powers and abilities, you know like the Meta Humans of this dimension. Now that I think about it, he is also the only one who actually is studying on how to be a Hero."

"Do you end up fighting with him if he studies to be a hero?" Wonder Girl whisper asked him with a quick glance towards their mentors, to which Klarion shook his head. "As long as we leave the dimensions one of us choose to live in alone we usually don't fight about stuff like that, aside from the usual sibling fights that is. Then again I do have some siblings that like to make bets like who is better at ruling as demon lord, or who can safe a dying timeline quicker."

Danny chuckled again as he watched the kids, Klarion had definitely caused some misunderstandings with his wording. Then again it wasn't like Klarion said anything that wasn't true, but then again his son loved chaos. So there was a suspicion that Klarion intentionally choose the way he worded the explanation about how he and Ellie came to be as well as the rest of siblings.

"So....." Superman slowly started wondering how he should bring up the topic. "...you became a mom at 14?"

"Say Danny is there a way for me to meet this Vlad? You know since we are family." Wonder Woman also asked smiling in a certain way that reminded Danny of Valerie when she was mad but didn't want to show right away how mad she was, to which the Ghost King on reflex could do nothing but gulp for a moment. Not noticing that a green post it note appeared on the table before him.

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mothwingwritings · 2 months

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Your Yujiro x reader has been on my mind recently, and an interesting idea came into my head - what would happen if the reader somehow stumbled upon Yuichiro? What would he think of the whole situation, particularly because he is of a *very* different temperament than his son? Would he develop some sort of feelings for (reader)? I'm pretty sure Yujiro would be pissed to see his father meddling in things 😭

You're one of my fav writers on here!! Keep it up ❤︎ and make sure to take care of yourself ☺️

… I can’t believe I didn’t think of writing anything for Yuichiro before this ask lol. How could I write so much about the Hanma family’s favorite girl (you) and never mention Yuichiro??? Shame on me tbh, let’s change that now!

(And thank you for your kind words!!! You are very sweet! <3)

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, noncon, past abuse, and stepcest.

If by some miracle act Yuichiro was able to obtain a corporeal form and once more walk amongst the living, he would be very intrigued by how far his lineage had come and what the Hanma’s were able to accomplish. Being the start of it all, he had a vague idea of how things most likely have progressed. There is no doubt that his unruly son has grown massively strong, and he’s sure that strength has caused countless problems for people near and far.

He was aware that Yujiro had children at this point, taking quite an interest himself in Baki and Jack’s development. Children weren’t always guaranteed to take after their parents, so it was always a delight when at least one of your offspring was able to carry on the family line with the strength and power you and your ancestors worked so tirelessly to cultivate. When Yuichiro found out that of all the children Yujiro had fathered, not just one, but two showed such immense potential? He was as pleased as he was proud, even more so to discover Baki and Jack lacked the level of belligerent arrogance that made their father an unbearably volatile presence to be around.

While he was taking note of his family line he happened upon a surprising outlier- you. He was at first puzzled by the fact that the Ogre, with all his rampant testosterone, was even able to produce a daughter. When he dug a little deeper and realized you were adopted into the family, while that in and of itself made sense, it left him with even more questions. Why would someone like Yujiro go out of his way to adopt someone else’s child, let alone a female, when he barely cared about the children he himself had brought into this world? Based on the limited knowledge he had of you, you didn’t have any kind of superior strength or secret, hidden abilities that may have spurred his son to take you under his wing. So how exactly did you become awarded with the name of Hanma?

The mystery became too intriguing to ignore, thus he sought you out.

The moment he saw you, he instantly began to understand your appeal. He kept his distance at first, not wanting to overwhelm you with his presence as he made his initial observations. From what he could gather, you were a thoughtful girl, kind and affable to your friends and strangers alike. He noted that you seemed a little jumpy, on edge in scenarios you should feel more at ease, and he worried that maybe he wasn’t concealing himself enough and you were catching on to his surveillance. You may not have Hanma blood in your veins, but you’ve been around them enough to recognize the specific aura they exude. He would need to be more careful, maybe conducting his research on you was best done through other means.

Hence, he decided to look into your relationships with his son and grandsons, hoping to get a better picture of who you were as a person and unravel the secret of how you became intertwined in their lives.

However, what he ended up finding out was not anything he ever expected.

As soon as he learned the horrific truth of how his family had handled you, the revolting nature in which not just his son, but his grandchildren, showed their ‘affection’ for you, he was at a loss for words. Yuichiro was beyond disgusted by their actions, particularly due to the fact that their aggressions were against an innocent woman who had no means of defending herself against the brutes that were incessantly at her heels.

Your jittery nature made complete sense now. You weren’t constantly on edge because you were a naturally excitable person- you were on edge as a defense mechanism. You had to be cautious around everyone for your own self-preservation, frightened that you may unwittingly be subjugating yourself and the people around you to extreme danger by being in a public space. The man who was supposed to be your father figure had assaulted you, hurting and scarring you in irreparable ways. The brothers that you loved and looked to for protection ended up having the same perversions as the man who had created them, betraying your trust in their attempts to force themselves upon you.

Disgusted wasn’t a strong enough word for what he had felt upon learning these revelations. His disappointment in his kin was immeasurable.

When he finally introduces himself to you, it’s apprehension that greets him in return. He can see the fear reflected in your eyes as you were faced with the instant realization of his strength the absolute power he held over not just you, but anyone who may step to him. Yuichiro was a complete stranger to you, in fact you probably hadn’t even seen a picture of him to make any sort of connection. But he could tell that within moments of making your acquaintance, you understood who he was. He was a Hanma, and therefore, he was a threat.

Seeing you cower before him, your whole body vibrating in a state of alarm, eyes darting around the vicinity as you tried to map an escape route should this meeting go south… it broke his heart. It wasn’t that he was immune to your charms, Yuichiro could definitely see the appeal of wanting to be close to you in an intimate manner, but to take you by force? To treat you so horribly, handle you so violently? It took all his power not to make his rage over the injustices you had faced show on his features, lest he frighten you further.

It took a while for you to warm up to him, but the relationship that blossomed was well worth the effort. You were a lovely person all around, beautiful in every sense of the word. The more he got to know you, the more he saw your true personality shine through, and the longer he spent with you, the more his affection for you grew.

Yuichiro had made his decision. You would be safe with him-completely and undeniably cared for under his watchful eye. He would be the father Yujiro never could be, the protector your brothers failed to be. He would become your family, a true family, and insure that you will never have to spend another day living in fear ever again.

In short, Yuichiro’s arrival would probably be the ONLY thing that would ultimately protect you from Yujiro and the rest of the Hanma family. This is great for you because he’s a man of his word, the moment you come under his care Yujiro’s entire existence is like a distant nightmare, and that is something you are exceedingly grateful for. However, you feel the absence of Jack and Baki much more profoundly, as you considered them to be your true family and still love them very deeply. Even though you know ultimately this arrangement is for the best, and you feel much safer and happier in Yuichiro’s care than you have ever felt with anyone else in your life, you still find yourself missing Jack and Baki greatly. Even with their betrayal shattering the last of your innocence, causing you deep and lasting scars, life without them still hurt, and you don’t think you’ll ever heal enough to ignore the pain.

… All this being said, it wouldn’t be on brand for me to answer this without fucking it up a little bit, right?

After some time living with Yuichiro, growing dependent on him for basic care and protection, his fondness for you begins to manifest in ways that are… shocking, even to Yuichiro himself.

Maybe it was the long absence of a lover that began to steer his desires, or perhaps it was the sweet and selfless nature in which you offered your love to him? Who knew it would warm his heart so much to see you standing in the kitchen, sweet little apron tied around your waist as you hummed a little tune, hard at work preparing a new recipe you had picked out specifically to please him? All the little things you did without a second thought made is body and soul ache for you.

You were always cute, but when exactly did you become so irresistible to him?

It caught him off guard to feel a flutter in his stomach when he saw your smile or heard your laugh. At his age he figured he was far past feelings like this, especially with someone so much younger than himself, especially with you.

He didn’t expect the blush that dusted your cheeks when he entered the bath you were currently occupying to excite him as much as it did. He took great pride in the control he had over his body, keeping his emotions and desire in check was one of his strong suits. But seeing you there, bare and bashful, trying desperately to cover yourself while your eyes refused to linger on any part of his exposed body for too long… you were definitely testing his limits here, sweetheart.

Did you know how effortlessly beautiful you were? Did you realize just how tantalizing even the most innocent of your actions were? Would it upset you if he told you how pretty he found your body, as his eyes drank in every inch of skin you were working so hard to hide? Would it scare you if he helped you to understand just how much sway you had over not just his heart, but all of his wants and desires?

He had chided and scorned his family for their mistreatment of you, the sick, twisted feelings they pummeled you with not only threatened your existence, but were also a stain on the illustrious Hanma name. Yuichiro wanted nothing more than your happiness and your security, both were things he took great honor in providing to you, and he found his own joy in knowing you felt contentment with him after so much suffering. But he was starting to get an itch that was growing harder and harder to scratch. An itch he felt his kin was all too familiar with.

Maybe he’s not so different from his son and grandsons after all?

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taki-yaki · 3 months

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Life with 7000 + 7 Vampire Spawn Headcanons

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav/Durge

So you released over 7000 vampire spawn into the Underdark and now you have to lead them with Astarion by your side. A snippet into day-to-day life in the Underdark

Since the poll tied, I'm just doing this in order of placement. The Batstarion headcanons will be coming soon. Also this is more life in the underdark focused on the spawn perspective but it does go in hand with Domestic In The Underdark.

Shortly after the defeat of the nether brain, you and Astarion return to the Underdark in an attempt to get the 7000 spawn under control.

You soon discover that most of the spawn are taking camp in the myconid circle, with the other 6 siblings and after an awkward long debate with the other spawn, Astarion becomes the unofficial/official leader of the group, whilst his siblings act as co-leaders and you as his right hand/partner/equal.

You start creating the haven, by taking up residency in an old abandoned fortress in the Underdark. Touches of comfort were added to the place through roomy living spaces and resources such as baths and beds.

In addition to a small community garden in the colony, which is filled with different safe mushrooms and fungi for some spawn to tend to, as a form of relaxation. Other similar activities are also made to do within the area.

Of course, to prevent the other spawn from seeing you as just a walking source of food, you have to apply garlic spray on yourself every so often to deter them from biting you.

Some spawns chose to disappear into the dark or return to their families, in hopes that they’ll still accept them for who they are, and others chose to embrace their more monstrous side preying on innocents which the Gur would usually deal with quickly before it got out of hand.

However, those who chose to create a new life for themselves, would come and stay in the haven.

With hosting so many blood-thirsty vampire spawn, it is required that the location of the haven must remain a secret to many. Despite this rule, Minsc always finds a way to visit you two in peace.

Astarion’s other siblings also assist with work on the colony, whether it be managing minor conflicts with the other spawn to Dalyria healing any spawn who may have come into contact with hazardous spores, cause regenerative healing isn’t going to fix that.

Working together with Dalyria and Lady Incognito’s notes, you work on creating potential cures for the spawn, from Liquid Night ointment made from moon flowers which gives spawn protection from the sun for a few hours acting as a form of sunblock to enchanted clothing that work for up to 8 hours before needing to be magically recharged again. These acted as temporary solutions but never full-term ones.

However, some spawns would enjoy their Underdark lifestyle and prefer to stay in the shadows. Some of these spawn would also lean into their vampiric nature by learning how to spider climb across the ceiling or transform into a bat through a lot of training.

Although many spawn would prefer to stick more to their mortal roots.

For main sources of food, are through raising Rothe to feed the vampire spawn, as well as boars to be bred to survive in the Underdark. Occasionally any hostile drow raiders would also try to attack, and they would be greeted by a ravenous pack of spawn ready to fight back swiftly.

Despite the number of enemies that are to be made in the Underdark, there are a few familiar faces who become allies to your cause. The myconids create a trade offer for you, in exchange for bringing hosts for their “children”, mainly through the fallen drow raiders, in return they offer to produce plants in their grove with rare medicinal properties.

Additionally, Blurg and Omeluum also help out, by mainly researching vampirism. By creating a research group through the Society of Brilliance, trying to study a long-term cure as well as their notes about the Underdark assisting as well into helping the haven thrive.

The Ulma Gur family also visits occasionally to gift herbs which assist in easing hunger pains and building restraints. They would also offer protection to the colony and are glad that some still wish to change their ways.

Occasionally some newbie Oath of the Ancient Paladins would try to be a wannabe hero and charge head-first into the colony, intending to bring balance to the natural order. They would usually be stopped by you or the Gur at first, explaining to them that they are just victims of torment, looking for a second chance at life.

To slay them in the name of an oath is to just crush all hope left in them. Some would be understanding. especially if you were an ex-oath of the ancient paladin, then they might be more likely to listen to reason. and would leave, whilst others would be too stubborn and the gur would have to deal with them.

Over time, some spawn would choose to leave after feeling that they could live self-sufficiently or that they have found someone who they would love to spend their (undead) life with.

The spawn grow to enjoy your company and are thankful for how much you’ve done, especially the main 6 siblings for all giving them a second chance at life.

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Btw for those who don't know what night liquid is, it's an item from 3.5's Undead Libris Mortis, which gave undead-sensitive creatures, temporary protection from the sun for an hour. (but let's just say that they made a stronger batch for this). Also, I know this is less Astarion-focused, but the Batstarion headcanons will be more centred on our favourite vamp.

#astarion x tav #astarion x durge #astarion x dark urge #astarion x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #headcanons #I would 100% recommend reading Libris Mortis though #lots of good info for rp as a vampire spawn as well

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Hey, hope you're doing well. Idk how to to do this cause I haven't ever made a request but I saw your requests are open (if I'm not mistaken, if I am sorry to bother), but what do you think about a Oneshot from Grace's POV. Her thinking Tommy will still be inlove with her but he's moved on and she's perceiving everything between them.

Its okay if you can't but I'm curious. Love you're writing.

Hey Love,

Thanks for waiting so long. Hope you enjoy! <3

Warnings: Grace being Grace

“A martini please” She batted her eyelashes enjoying running up a tab that was going to be paid for by someone else. After some research, she was happy to find that Tommy Shelby would be attending this club, and the stars aligned in her favor as her husband was tied up at a work thing. Normally he was gone for most of the night and even if he got home early, his feelings were soon to be irrelevant to her.

Grace wanted two things. Tommy Shelby, and his children. Her current marriage had proved that there was only one man for her and he was a half hour late to this club. She could get whatever she wanted with him now, whispers of his name and accomplishments were reaching as far as America. He was slowly taking over like she knew he would deep down.

Now all she needed was a baby and her spot next to him would be cemented. This wasn't going to be a difficult task knowing how broken he was when she found him, he was unlikely to be recovered from her departure from his life.

In this red dress, he was bound to be all over her. She took a large sip of her martini.

A large group entered the club and she knew immediately that it must be the Shelbys. They never did classy as well as they thought they did.

She sat looking at her drink on the bar, she wanted him to find her.

There were lots of laughs and cheers over the music. Arthur came over and asked the bartender for bottles of whiskey for the table.

“Big celebration tonight, boy!” He boomed completely oblivious to her presence. He took the bottles out of view and she wondered what they were so happy about.

The night dragged on and finally, she allowed herself a peak at the corner of the club. It was dim and the music was loud but still, she could see him there with a woman tucked under his arm.

He was leaning back with a cigarette in his hand, the other resting on your shoulder. You weren't anything remarkable. Looking at John’s wife sitting next to you it was obvious the woman helped you with your makeup. Your dress was nice but not anything like hers. Certainly too plain for such a club or event.

Pathetic.

Tommy would notice soon enough and make his way over. Then she would have the pleasure of watching you crumble under the unavoidable weight of his lack of loyalty. She gave a coy smile at the thought and lit a cigarette.

You weren't a threat in the slightest so she turned to face the family, leaning back on the bar. She kept her posture loose and inviting, waiting for his eyes to find her.

Instead, he let out a laugh at something you’d said. He pulled your face close to his and placed a kiss to the top of your head. Esme picked up your hand and was whispering something to you that made your cheeks go crimson. Obviously, you’d embarrassed yourself so badly that even Tommy was laughing at the girl.

You shook your head and then Esme was pulling you out of your booth and onto the dance floor. She watched with curiosity. Why would you dance with her and not Tommy?

You both laughed loudly as you danced around in the crowd. You both looked ridiculous but Tommy had his gaze on you as he and John talked about something. After the song ended you both piled into the table. Climbing back into the booth, Tommy’s hands prevented you from moving past him. Keeping you there on his lap.

Tommy raised the bottle.

“To the world's best accountant!” He said loudly and the family let out a big cheer.

You and Esme were clearly drunk as the woman poured whiskey into your open mouth right from the bottle. More laughs erupted.

She’d had enough waiting but that’s when Polly caught her eye. The woman stared at her with a cocky glare that put her off. The only way to get Tommy’s attention would be to go over there and talk to him. Clearly, he hadn’t seen her sitting here.

Polly turned her attention to Tommy and mouthed her name. She watched to see his body language change. The way you would slip from his grasp. How he would walk over here and leave with her on his arm.

But he didn't move. His eyes went back to your face listening to what sounded like a story about an exam. Just waiting for the story to be over, then he would come.

Time dragged on, another martini.

You got up from his lap and he stood up, his hand finding your low back and guiding you toward the balconies. This would be as good as it gets.

Grace got up from the bar and made her way to the balcony.

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You stood there looking up at Tommy, his eyes were so proud. Weeks of studying and worrying and yet you passed all your university classes. You delighted in his attention as the cold air wrapped around you.

The balcony door opened to show, who Esme had whispered was Tommy’s Ex. Pale yellow hair, and a glossy red dress. She was older than you in more ways than one. She looked like she was carrying a great burden.

“Tommy can we talk.” Her Irish accent was soft and her words thick with sadness. You almost felt sorry for her, you would have if she hadn't betrayed the family and fucked Tommy up so badly.

“Sure.” He said cooly, his hand on your waist tightened to keep you in place at his side.

“Alone?”

“Nah, she’s my better half. What can we help you with?”

“I’ll be in London for a while. I thought maybe we could talk about what happened, things are complicated right now -” She let her words trail off and you knew in your gut this was some type of act.

“I would invite you for dinner but we’re leaving on a trip tomorrow. Such bad timing.” You said politely. She never looked at you, even when you spoke. Her eyes were fixated on him in a way that made you want to throw her over the balcony.

“Pity,” Tommy said. “Enjoy your time in London.”

She looked even more defeated, a large contrast to the glare she was giving you from across the club all night. She handed Tommy a piece of paper before leaving, giving him a nod.

“The fuck was that about?” you whispered. You took the paper and opened it. All it had was her accommodations in London.

“Ah.” She expected him to drop me off at home before falling back into her arms.

“Do I need to worry?” You said in a coy tone.

“Not in the slightest.” He said pulling you into an embrace. Esme and John came out with eyes full of questions. You gave the paper to Esme.

“What is she expecting a foursome?” She made a sound of disgust before crumpling the paper and leaving it in the ashtray.

As you drank and partied to celebrate your success, you knew she was back in her room pacing. The faith in her ability to hold Tommy down wearing away hour by hour.

#tommy x reader #Tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #Tommy shelby request #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #grace shelby

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ape-apocalypse · 17 days

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Road To The Kingdom - Firestorm Tie-In Novel

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes: Firestorm is a prequel novel written by Greg Keyes for the second movie in the reboot trilogy. It takes place soon after the end of the first film, about a week after the apes escaped into the redwood forest beyond San Francisco and the Simian Flu began to cut through the human race. This novel is a fantastic bridge between Rise and Dawn, giving us more insight into characters we met in the first movie who will feature in the next, as well as fleshing out the fall of society.

The book does very well juggling between the two massive plots of Caesar's apes avoiding their human hunters and the Simian Flu tearing through the city. Though we don't see Will or any other humans we met in Rise, they give us many new human characters: a reporter trying to make the connection between the escaped apes and the new virus, an emergency room doctor dealing hands on with outbreak casualties, and an ape researcher and a former hunter who have been brought in by Gen-Sys to capture Caesar's group. While I thought I wouldn't care about the humans because the apes are always my favorite characters, all these humans in different locations and with different stories keep the story from dragging; I ended up enjoying the final days of humanity almost as much as Caesar's story. The book also gives us the first introduction to a human character who will become important in Dawn: Dreyfus, the leader of the human colony played by Gary Oldman. Going into the movie, his backstory isn't very clear other than he was in some position of power before the end and he lost his wife and children. But the book goes really deep into his story of a former police chief running for mayor and wanting to protect humans. Rereading the book in 2024, the parallels of the Simian Flu with the Covid outbreak definitely rings true (much like the YouTube shorts).

But no matter how good the human characters are, what I enjoyed most about this book was seeing Caesar and his escaped apes start to adapt to life in the wild. Even while they're being hounded by the humans chasing them, they have to figure out how to care for sick/injured apes and where to get food without humans to feed them. A great moment for Caesar is when he thinks to himself that he never thought beyond escaping from the human city; his realization that there is more to figure out than just dodging humans shows how he goes from accidental ringleader from the sanctuary to the wise authoritative leader of the apes of the next two films.

Though surprisingly, the true star of this book isn't Caesar; it's Koba. We get numerous detailed flashbacks of Koba's life before ending up in the Gen-Sys lab and receiving the brain enhancing drugs. From the death of his mother to being an abused TV star to arriving at the labs as a test ape. In the films, Koba's hatred of humans shines through and is unquestionable; you don't need the backstory to understand why he carries a grudge against all humanity. But reading the details really did break my heart. And getting his backstory revealed as he learns to work with other apes, as he proves his loyalty to Caesar by rescuing injured apes rather than wrecking vengeance on humans, you actually have hope that he could be happy now that he was free with other apes.

Another great part of the book is getting to see the very beginning of Caesar and Cornelia's courtship. Since one of my disappointments with the films are the forgotten female characters, I was glad to see Cornelia here, challenging Caesar's orders when it came to taking care of injured apes. Though her role is still small, I liked seeing her get a little time to flesh out her character.

Firestorm is officially labeled as a prequel (which is why I have it listed first as I'm trying to go in chronological storyline order), but I actually enjoyed reading it after seeing Dawn. While I think it can still be appreciated in any order, I liked getting to meet Koba in the movie and seeing him as a great complicated villain, before then learning his backstory and growing your sympathy for him, while also thinking about how tragic it is that he couldn't let go of his hate. Whatever order you decide to read them in, Firestorm by Greg Keyes is a wonderful expansion on the movies that I would label as required reading for fans for the expansive and enjoyable story it shares.

Intro / Previous / Next

#dawn of the planet of the apes #rise of the planet of the apes #planet of the apes #war of the planet of the apes #war for the planet of the apes #kingdom of the planet of the apes #reboot pota #pota #firestorm #novel #caesar #koba #prequel #greg keyes #andy serkis #mine #chimpanzee #chimp

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almostwisegalaxy · 1 year

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The glory

Ha Do Young x reader

Part 2

Part1:

Following this meeting with Ha Do Young, I purposely bumped into him two or three times. During our discussions, I slipped in the information that the clinic in which I worked specializes in genetic research and analysis. Chatting with this man is entertaining every time, but in order to follow through on Dong Eun's revenge and mine as well, I must pursue our plan.

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Today, I was called to school or teacher Dong Eun to check if the children had not been contaminated by rubella, which unfortunately caught one of the little ones.

So I went to the school infirmary to examine the children one by one. During this, I was able to meet little Ye-sol. A cute little girl, but when you know who her mother is, you start to be suspicious. Appearances are very often deceiving and I know that better than anyone.

I had to reassure them about the disease they are all afraid of getting and she was no exception.

"Ma'am, you're sure we're not ill, are you?"

“After the results, I will know more about everyone's condition and what drugs to prescribe okay”

"But my mum says getting sick is ugly and only for the weak. If I'm sick does that mean I'm weak then? And my mum won't love me like she used to?"

Park yeon jin what is this sordid mentality you instill in such a young child

"Getting sick isn't a good thing in itself, but that doesn't mean you're weak or ugly. It happens to everyone at some point. And it's to avoid that that you owe a lot eat fruits and vegetables

What a lie. Even I hate vegetables, but at the time I didn't know what else to say

" Okay "

So I leave it to continue my work and once finished, I transfer the samples to the lab. I should have the results in two to three hours no more.

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Ha Do Young pov

I came to pick up my daughter following a call from her school regarding the health of the children. I pace the corridors and live in his class and I knock. Once twice, still no answer, so I decide to enter.

"You have nothing to fear. The children are all in good health"

I did not expect to see these two people together.

"Miss Yu?" I said interrupting them.

"Mr. Ha, what are you doing here?"

"I can return the question to you. I came to pick up my daughter"

" Okay"

"With that, Miss Moon, I'm leaving you. I'm going to the hospital," she said to Miss Moon. She then slips away, leaving us alone

"Ye-sol isn't here. She's in the canteen with her classmates-"

"How do you know Miss Yu?"

"She came at the request of the director to make sure that the children had not been infected with chicken pox like one of their classmates. But you must already know that"

"Yes, I meant personally"

"Why do you think I would know her outside of work?"

"Perhaps because you are trying to destroy my wife?"

"Oh, please. Your wife is the navel of the world"

"From your world here" I say as I leave the room

Y/n pov

After returning to the clinic, I made my report and took my bag to my son Chin-eunji's hospital. My Sunshine . My only support other than Dong Eun. I hurry to walk because his exit time has passed by 10 minutes, he must be wondering where I am.

When I finally arrive, it starts to rain. Fortunately, I always have an umbrella and its raincoat on me. I have to work harder to be able to buy us a car. I see him standing in front of his class

"Chin!"

"Mom" he said running towards me

"How was school today, baby?"

"Yes, it was nice"

"Okay, put on your sweater and raincoat so we can wait for the bus in front of the school"

" Yes mom"

While waiting for the bus, the small downpour began to turn into a storm. Park yeon jin even to predict the weather is not good at you. Anyway, I hope this bus arrives soon. At this time a car parks right at our feet and the driver lowers the window on the passenger side.

"Can I drop you off somewhere?"

" It's nice of you Mr Ha, but my son and I are waiting for the bus"

“Given the storm that is coming, it is not likely to happen”

No, my plans for him must in no way include chin

"I wouldn't want to bother you and make your daughter uncomfortable"

"You don't bother me at all" interrupted Ye-sol.

His father then leaves me a look of contentment. I look at my son who is clinging to my leg and shivering with cold.

"Okay" I get chin up in the back to the side of ye-sol and I get up in the front

" Where are we going ? "

I tell him the address and he starts the car. For a good 10 minutes, the only voices that resonate are those of the children. Ye-sol tries to make conversation with Chin who answers him as best he can. Not that he is snobby, on the contrary, it is very difficult to find his words in front of people he does not know. But I see he's making an effort not to look rude. My little chick.

"It's raining heavily...... Do you like the rain more or the good weather?"

"Wouldn't that be a failed attempt to strike up a conversation?"

"Might be fine. I didn't want to let the kids be the only ones talking."

"Hmm, you just.....I prefer dark, cloudy weather"

"Can I ask you why?"

Because my burn itches less

"It's always good for a little nap"

"I see, and uh, how long have you been, doctor?"

"For three years now"

"And you seem to like it a lot"

"You can't imagine how much. Being able to know what is going on in the human body is fascinating. How the blood circulates, how illness is set up and the healing process, doing the calculations necessary to know what dose the doctor should give for this specific patient and the-oh sorry, I went too far"

"No, don't worry. It's good to see that some people can still be happy talking about a job they've been doing for years."

"I find that your wife is just as much. Every day, she does her job with mice"

" Yes of course......."

"I didn't mean to talk about your married life. Excuse me"

"It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose"

"Yeah, do I sometimes do that when I'm nervous?

"Because you're nervous? Will you make me feel uncomfortable?"

"Oh no, it's quite the opposite. I even think that you have a gift for putting people in trust because since we've been together there's been no awkwardness."

"Glad to hear that," he said, giving me a half-mouse-accompanied look. Y/n think revenge plan not q plan. Let's get out of here. Fast

"Uh, we've arrived, you can stop in front of the building"

Once out of the vehicle with my Son, I lower myself to the height of the car

"Thanks again for your help" I said giving her a smile.

"You're welcome. See you next time Miss Yu" and he left

"Mom, can we go home?"

"Yeah of course honey"

Part3:

#the glory x reader #the glory #the glory kdrama #ha do young #Ha Do Young x reader #jeon jae joon #Park yeon jin #Moon Dong Eun #Ju Yeo-jeong

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Regaining treasures pt 1

Welp, I'm keeping my promise. Time for angst and hurt/comfort in the Golden Cheese Kingdom.

This is in my Rebloomed Lilies Au, but I am not sure where yet. But I hope you enjoy!

Setting: Golden Cheese Kingdom ruins. The ancients receive a letter from Golden Cheese Cookie, asking for their help with something important, needing a few ingredients. She didn't explain why, but it was urgent.

Pure Vanilla: Well, here we are.. *looking around*

White Lily: *looks around at the broken buildings and fallen statues* Oh witches… Her oasis… Her temples…

Dark Cacao: From what the children told us. It is.. *frowns* Much more troublesome seeing it in person…

??: There you are!!

*The three turned to look, seeing Golden Cheese flying over to them, the wielder of the light of Abundance was dressed in a more casual outfit, followed by a green haired Cookie with glasses.

Golden Cheese: You made it! *hugs Dark Cacao* Well, most of you.

Pure Vanilla: *smiles sadly* Sadly, dear Holly couldn't make it, and is caught up with things in her own kingdom.

Dark Cacao: *hugs her back* She has asked us to bring gifts for you. Are you alright, Birdie? You look exhausted.

Golden Cheese: *pauses, smiles* ...Let’s get inside first. Get out of this annoying heat, yes?

*Golden Cheese leads them inside the temple, where cheesebirds and a few cookies were seen, the cookies seeming to be tending to others who was injured.*

Pure Vanilla: *soon looks at the green haired cookie* Um, Goldie? Who is this?

Golden Cheese: Oh this is Olive cookie. She’s a friend of that Adventurer Cookie you all hired to find me.

Olive: *smiles, giddy* That’s me! I-I must say, It is an honor to be in the presence of even 4 of the ancients!! Your majesty, I am a FAN of each of your civilizations' work!!

Dark Cacao: Nice you meet you madam.

Golden Cheese: She has been extremely helpful with her vast interest in my kingdom. With her help, I've managed to awaken some of my subjects. Its a slow process but its working.

??: *small girl wrapped in bandages approached the group, reaching up to the queen herself.* Nana?

White Lily: *confused* A tiny mummy?

Golden Cheese: *smiles, picking the girl up* Hello sweetie. How are you?

Pure Vanilla: Such a cute little crumb! Who is this?

Golden Cheese: This is Fettuccine, my grandchild.. Fett, these are my friends. Dark Cacao, Pure Vanilla, and White Lily.

Fettuccine: *giggles* Hi hi!

Dark Cacao: Grandchild?

Golden Cheese: *nods* Found her in archives. She kept allowing me around, so I adopted her.

Pure Vanilla: *chuckles* Never expected you to be so fond of children, dear Cheese!

Golden Cheese: hehe, yeah. *frowns a bit, shakes her head* How about we get something to eat?You three must be tired from your journey.

*By midday, Golden Cheese offered her friends a nice lunch in the river spot in the middle of the temple. Her servants continue to help, despite her adamant waving off for them to go rest. She was a queen, but not helpless. She relished in the gifts her friends brought her, her wing flapping in happiness *

Pure Vanilla: *reading over Olive’s notes* Ms. Olive, this is amazing research! The details are immaculate!

Olive: *chuckles* Aww gee, thank you your majesty! Golden Cheese Kingdom is a mysterious and fascinating place. I’m just glad my research is helping restore this place.

Golden Cheese: *offering Fettuccine a cheese bun,smiles* I’ve been thinking of making her my scribe once my palace is complete! *sips on a glass of berry juice*

Dark Cacao: *twiddling with his fork* But Golden Cheese, I must ask.. Why did you call us here?

*Pure Vanilla, White Lily, and Olive looked at the golden queen, seeing her face go from happy to pained to sad.*

Fettuccine: *touches Golden Cheese’s arm* ..Faba?

*Golden Cheese frowned a bit,soon picking up Fettuccine. She nodded to the little mummy, looking at the others*

Golden Cheese: *sighs* I guess I cant waste anymore time huh? Follow me.

*soon leading them into a hidden room.*

*Three sarcophagi laid there, each with a different animal head on them. A bull, a falcon, and a jackal. Etched on the coffins were each different times of day, morning dawn, midday, and midnight. The queen approached one, a shaky hand touched the middle one, looking sad.*

White Lily: *worried* Golden Cheese…?

Golden Cheese: Heh. This is my hidden treasure room. I.. I keep the most sacred of treasures… Ones birthed from my feathers…

Fettuccine: *waddles to the jackal sarcophagus, touches it* Faba..

Pure Vanilla: Birthed from your feathers..? *frowns* You mean…

Dark Cacao: Children. She means children, Vanilla.

White Lily: *shocked, covers her mouth*

Golden Cheese: *nods* I came back to my kingdom, I found them dead. I managed to collect their souls and their bodies back together, crumb by crumb. But.. I can't wake them up…

Pure Vanilla: So that’s why you asked for our help.

Golden Cheese: *nods, hears something* Oh, um… excuse me. *leaves the room*

White Lily: *falls to her knees* I… She.. *sniffs* I did this…

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk headcanons #cookie run headcanons #golden cheese cookie #golden cheese kingdom #olive cookie #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #white lily cookie #fettuccine cookie #Rebloomed Lilies Au

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Angel Down: Professor! Sebastian Sallow x Professor! Reader: Chapter 2

I miss a love that never was

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Mystery, eventual smut

Word Count: 2177

Sebastian and MC aged up to 23, other characters are mid-20's and over.

This story is in first person POV.

Chapter 1: Unrequited

Five years after leaving Hogwarts and you found yourself back as a potions teaching assistant, leading research on innovative healing techniques. Settling in felt like a fresh start, until your unrequited love returns after leaving the Ministry of Magic in disgrace. How long until you find yourself tending to his wounds, in sickness and in health?

A/N: Thank you for waiting! Hope you enjoy chapter 2, reblogs are appreciated :).

Chapter 2: Home.

The patter of droplets of rain against the windows of the Hogwarts Express adds a faint melody to the uneven hills as the train arrives at Hogsmeade station, my excitement rising with the familiar sound and look of bustling cobblestone streets. It’s been gloomy recently, an unusual start to the autumn term and I can’t help but feel like it’s related to recent events. And trying to proceed peacefully with my daily routines meant facing the media and gossip buzz that the castle’s walls have routinely shielded me from.

The first time I heard the news I felt indifferent.

The second time I heard the news I felt angry.

And now listening to the constant chatter of the village leaves me feeling vulnerable.

Now standing in the busy square, I familiarise myself with the long-standing stores that bring back memories. My first time in the enchanted place, fighting a troll of all things with him. A brief moment of calm in the Three Broomsticks afterwards to forget about our struggles.

Suddenly I feel something turn in my stomach. Looking around for my destination, I let the warm sugary smells direct me to Honeydukes, knowing neither myself or a few of my students can’t resist a pumpkin pasty or fizzing whizbee (or eight).

Making my way in, I navigate through the maze of curious children repeating rushed ‘sorry’s’ whilst trying to get to the bakery section stacked with cake slices and eternally hot pastries.

“If you’re going to lunge after the Cauldron Cakes at least save one for me!”

I smile instinctively from the familiar sass of Garreth Weasley, turning around to find him taller, more freckled and with a giant grin that brings me back to the memories of mischief from a few years ago.

“Garreth”, I turn with a wide grin. “I thought your Honeydukes ban was for five lifetimes if I remember your aunt’s words correctly.”

“My sentence was reduced when Aunt Matilda found use of the One-Eyed Witch Passage. Apparently her ‘professors’ privilege’ mandates using it when she needs to stock up on Fudge Flies.”

It feels impossible to believe, but Gryffindors are in a league of their own with justifying any of their excursions. Right now I don’t need to question it as we continue to chat like we were still fifth-years.

“I can save you a cauldron cake if you can scale the ladders and get me the limited edition chocolate frogs that I'm not adventurous enough to risk a ban for.”

***

“Did you get my owl recently?”

Garreth’s signature grin is still present as I look to his side as we continue to walk across the cobbled streets.

“Of course. A reunion sounds lovely, but I didn’t realise a few of us were still nearby.”

I think back to the (somewhat) neatly written card delivered to me during breakfast last week, before my mind became occupied with the more pressing matter.

Hello MC!

Your favourite Weasley writing. I’ll be returning to Hogwarts soon as a Quidditch coach and knowing that my favourite Ravenclaw is in attendance means that it’s time for a spur of the moment get together. Please come, I’m not sure I can handle talk of astronomy and ministry bureaucracy without you.

P.S: let’s not tell Amit about the favourite Ravenclaw comment.

Speak soon,

Garreth (Weasley, in case you forgot).

“Ominis is currently taking a short break from the Ministry. The fallout from the Auror’s scandal took a hit to different departments including curse-breakers. Professor Black requested Ominis’ personal services recently, and frustratingly enough he won’t tell us what for.”

“That’s understandable. Professor Black refuses to speak further on Sebastian’s appointment either. I wonder if he recognises that his decisions seem to come across as expressing favouritism amongst the majority of the faculty .”

It feels harsh to say, but the ambivalence about the incoming professor has wrought nothing but stress and an untapped pain onto me, and he’s not even physically here yet.

His best friend Ominis is now here too. Did he know about my unrequited feelings? And could he think that there’s nothing more to worry about after this time? Ominis, who could break my heart gently, here too and I feel a need to have a shield ready for my weary heart.

It feels like a disaster in the making, but all I can do now is smile and nod as we walk into the Three Broomsticks, the normally joyous folk music in the background now sounding like a downpour of glasses smashing against the ground.

Arriving early usually brings me calm with the chance of a few minutes to myself before the noise picks up, but I walk further down to the back of the pub to find a blonde and brunette conversing loudly.

“Surely locks based on constellations would be rudimentary for a place like Gringotts Amit, Goblin silver needs to be procured for more challenging puzzles. And please don’t tell me you tried to propose this idea in gobbledegook.”

Ominis’s eyes jokingly roll as I proceed to sit down, not wanting to disrupt the conversation.

“Professor Shah seemed to support the idea! Granted she hasn’t heard my attempts to converse with goblins in their native tongue. Is it really that bad?” “Yes!”

Me and Garreth yell and giggle in unison as we proceed to take our seats and carry on with the conversation.

“I’m sure your practising in the library once during sixth-year was enough to keep most of us away from the ancient languages section for at least a semester. Scribner really couldn’t process what she heard either.” All of us couldn’t help but laugh at the memory, but we couldn’t blame Amit for trying either.

“Hello MC, it’s been a while.” Ominis is still well-presented and calm, just like a few years ago.

“Ominis!” He smiles softly in my direction. “I wasn’t expecting to see you away from the Ministry so soon, how have you been?” Garreth and Amit leave to get us an order of large butterbeers as we proceed to catch-up.

“The Ministry has been wanting me to make the journey back up to Scotland for a while now with the increased presence of dark wizard curses. It seems like recent events were the right excuse to get me back to Hogwarts, per Professor Black’s request.”

Having the chance to catch up brings me a familiar warmth from our school days, and it feels like we were brought back together again for a reason, even if now said reason isn’t particularly obvious. Garreth and Amit are great companions, but me and Ominis forged an almost sibling-like bond.

I’m almost certain he was aware of my feelings towards Sebastian but likely knew better than to bring it up back then.

Garreth and Amit bring us our drinks, but before we can thank them they run back to a budding conversation with Sirona, who greets us with a wave and a nod before tending to customers.

“Did you know about what happened with the Fallen Angels wing?” “No”, and I can hear a twinge of sadness in his voice as he takes a sip of butterbeer. “I’m certain most of the ministry were kept in the dark until the Daily Prophet published their reports.” “At Hogwarts’ we were caught off guard too, I’m not sure what the consensus is about his return as a professor.” “I hope he is doing okay though, have you had the chance to speak with him lately?”

“I have. We’ve been speaking via owl for the past couple of weeks. Last I heard was that he was spending time with his girlfriend Eleanor after the trial.” Something catches in my throat as I silently curse myself for continuing the conversation.

It’s been five years, of course there was someone else.

All I can do at this moment is look down at my hands covering the mug of frothy drink, which suddenly feels heavy as I feel unsure of where to look.

“I never felt like it was my place to say something MC, but..”

But

“Sebastian told me about the final night of school, about the locket you gave him. And hearing about the way you spoke with him told me enough.”

Every word feels like a shard against my skin despite Ominis staying so calm and kind.

“You need to let Sebastian go, MC.”

***

“You need to let Sebastian go, MC.”

The sentence is embedded in my head as the walk back to the staff dormitory feels longer than usual and the normally charming view of autumnal flora in the castle courtyard suddenly looks ugly to me.

Ominis was trying to be nice, but it feels like a sharp sting to the small yet ever present part at the bottom of my heart that thought something would always be there. I can’t tell if it’s a feeling of embarrassment or humility, nevertheless there’s an element of truth and I should swallow my pride even if temporarily.

The warmth of the castle does little to calm me down as I walk through the iron gates, the corridors almost empty reflecting the evening time and subsequent student curfew.

“A little late for you isn’t it MC?”

“It’s not even 9pm yet Mr.Moon, however I think the night has just started for Peeves” as the poltergeist shifts through the floorboards several times looking for his next victim.

“Fair enough. I think with the recent additions to staff he’s been causing more mayhem as a deranged form of welcoming. I’m sure you’ve heard of Garreth’s induction for Quidditch?” “I have! If there’s anyone who can get through to the students without coming across as uptight, it has to be a Weasley.”

“Truly. By the way, I’ve been told to help escort any staff members who need help in any way. Surely with the copious Honeydukes bags in your possession you would like some assistance?”

“Of course Mr. Moon, but to clarify only two of these bags are for me.”

The brief moment of laughter is enough to calm me for a little while as we proceed back to the Faculty Tower.

Upon entering the South Wing, the castle no longer felt vacant. There’s a brief conversation happening and even though I can’t see who is involved clearly there’s a familiar turning sensation in the pit of my stomach as we edge closer to the locked corridor.

“And here we are!” Mr.Moon’s chipper attitude doesn’t seem to please the portraits still wandering the line between awake and asleep. “I can take it from here Gladwin, have a good evening.”

I take a second to balance the bags of treats in my arms before turning and proceeding to walk up the stairs, but before I can fall back into my normal nightly routine I hear footsteps growing louder as someone, or some people make their way in with my backs turned to them.

“And here we are Mr.Sallow, the male teacher’s dormitories are typically on the ground floor and I would like your assurance that you don't need any excuses to stray further, hmm?” Professor Black is both stern yet somewhat comedic with the rhetorical question, only for Sebastian to laugh and dismiss any suggestion of impropriety.

“I would assume you know me well enough, Professor. Surely you know a warning isn’t enough to stop me from adapting the rules to work in my favour.”

I can’t tell whether it’s the determination in his voice or the deeper tone to his words, the resolve to carry on as normal begins to melt away. Before I can take my first steps onto the first floor back to my room, Professor Black decides to butt in.

“Ah, MC. I’m sure a formal introduction isn’t necessary between you two but Professor Sallow is set to start his teaching duties next week.”

My body is visibly stiff but I turn slowly to get this over with. And it’s killing me already.

Professor Sallow now makes sense as the way to address him, because he doesn’t look like the Sebastian I used to know.

He is now very much a man.

Taller, with broader shoulders and more defined muscles faintly covered by his cotton shirt and carried with a tougher demeanour. The faint glow of candlelight catches onto his freckles, alongside a couple of new facial scars and the same brown curls in his typical messy style as he looks at me with a blank expression.

I look down for a brief second and the light reflects against something shiny, and it takes me a second to notice the slightly tarnished silver of the locket I gifted him, still adorned around his neck.

He still has it.

And I try not to let my emotions take over as I simply reply before heading back:

“Of course. Welcome home Professor Sallow.”

Everything now feels like a blur as I quickly run back to my room and shut the door against my back before my breath becomes jagged and tears fall down my cheeks.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian x y/n #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #harry potter hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

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thinlinez · 11 months

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MID YEAR FIC REC

Disclaimer: Since it is Pride Month, the 28th and also the middle of 2023, I would love to share some fics with everyone! I am not organized at all and I don't rec on the regular, but I hope that these fics will give you a great time reading them! I have followed each rec with my own feedback so feel free to read!

On such breathless nights as these by Marchessa @marchessa

As a newly presented omega, Harry has a hard time adjusting to his new life. Luckily he has the best alpha anyone could ask for on his side. The Moon had guided him to the most perfect mate in the world, and soon they will bond in the pale moonlight. He just has to survive the long road leading to the mating ritual.

Humans turned into wolves (ABO) is something that is quite rare in this fandom and I think T captured it greatly! Soft Alpha Lou in this one has my heart and I'm glad they got their happy ending compared to the angsty first installment!

2. Sweetest Devotion by brightgolden @brightgolden

After his divorce, all Harry wants in life is to provide a stable, loving environment for his three-year-old daughter, Evie.

Never in his wildest dreams has he ever considered that life might come with the presence of his teenage crush — Gemma’s friend from secondary school, Louis Tomlinson.

Luckily, Harry isn’t still pining over him.

Or so he thought.

Evie and her sippy cup plus Lou being so attentive (although he was a bit hot and cold during the process) was so fun and fluffy to read! Can't wait for more baby fever ;) from Mia!

3. Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) by bluegreenish @greenblueish

or, the one where, after two years, paediatrician Harry returns to Silver Street Hospital and with it to paediatric nurse Louis' life.

I'm always getting educated by Jill's fics and this one really showed how much research she must have put inside. I like the dialogue and am glad they finally talked it out in the end! Bit of angst but not too much, such a great balance!

4. READ LIKE A HEADLINE by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist @chai-hat-tea

Louis Tomlinson, a singer-turned-actor is the source of tabloid gossip and his latest project is jeopardised when the media interferes again. Tired of life handing him the short end of the stick at every turn, he finds himself at a bar drowning in his sorrows. A kind stranger tries to cheer him up, but Louis soon realises that the stranger does so much more than that.

Inspired by 'Headlines' from the album 'Faith in the Future' by 'Louis Tomlinson'.

When I was reading this, I felt kind of upset since it really reflects the boys' lives in reality. How everything is twisted by the media and they can't show their true selves. I love how H and Lou interacted and built some trust between them!

5. Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by allwaswell16 @allwaswell16

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

I have waited so long for a new fic from Anitra and I think this one also ended up educating me about the thinkings and lives of children that are like Max. I love how sweet Lou is towards him and the scene in which Max led Lou around was so funny and fluffy! They are a match made in heaven (don't get jealous H hahaha)

6. waving to the hard times by beardyboyzx @beardyboyzx

Twenty-five years ago, a group of alpha soldiers led a revolution to dispose of the beta oppressive monarchy. Louis Tomlinson, the General’s alpha nephew, is set to follow in his footsteps and eventually lead the Country. When the arrest of a beta brings a silent resistance group to show themselves and threaten The General, Louis finds himself questioning the government's true nature and the equality of the law, in a quest that will change him for good.

SPOILER ALERT: Also one that I have been waiting for and had to take a few weeks to properly finish and DIGEST it! Lou's character change in this was so well written and of course the whole rebellion was happening right under his nose! I'm glad that he decided to open his eyes and not stick to what his uncle says... Really proud of Raf for gifting us such a wonderful and full of plot twist fic! Can't wait for the next part!

7. Puppy: There's A Long Way To Go by littleohs @littleohs

Harry has a newborn baby boy, adopts a puppy to grow up with his son, the new addition to the family, the important pediatric Louis Tomlinson making a important part of it.

When I first started Kam's fics, they always overwhelm me with their softness and tenderness and this one is no expection. I really like how it played out and of course Lou x H with pups is something I always need! (ps. I can't wait for you to finish Saet so I can rec it in my end of year rec wink wink love you)

8. Of Hangovers and Hell by unreadablehandle @unreadablehandle

Harry is not exactly a loves-social-gatherings guy. So when Niall talks him into going to a party, one during which Harry somehow ends up in a room of no other than the pretentious athlete Louis Tomlinson... shit goes down.

Shit really went down hard in this one, once you get to a twist there is another one just waiting to punch you and I think this is something that only Tess can manage! This fic definitely needs to be read if you seek twists and turns and thrills!

9. Chasing Feelings by Neondiamond @neondiamond

When homicide detective Louis Tomlinson first gets assigned to work with detective Harry Styles, the newest addition to the Doncaster police station, on the biggest case of his career, he’s less than enthused about it. There’s a serial killer on the loose, and Louis has no time to waste working with a newbie, despite how attracted his inner Alpha may be to Harry’s sweet scent. Along the way, he finds he may have been too quick to judge the Omega.

Really loved the process of it and I felt like I was reading a crime chasing thriller (which is making me have the urge to revisit Hannibal TV series) I like how Lou accepted H in the end and get their happy ending!

10. desperate, as the night moves on by callmelover @whenyoucallmelover

Or, the one where Louis visits Harry in Germany, and Harry just really wants Louis to fuck his face.

This one is such a feel-good smut fic, meaning if you read it all you get is soft happy and hot vibes and perfect for relaxation! I like how Lou always compliments H in this one! Lovely ;))

11. I love you in every kind of way by likelarry @likelarryfics

Harry leans back against Louis, holding Louis' hands that are over his waist. "I don't know, just don't feel very... feminine or pretty... or delicate."

"Darling, you don't need to fit a certain criteria to feel that way. You don't have to have shaved legs to feel feminine or be petite to feel delicate. You look beautiful right now."

Or, Harry just wants to be comfortable in his own skin.

This fic made me cry a bit since I know that it might have happened in reality (something close to it) and I love how Lou is so understanding and encouraging!

12. Briar Rose by stretchmybones @harryslonecurl

Louis is a royal who is coerced to find a mate due to his position in high society. Wanting absolutely nothing to do with high society, Louis chooses a peasant from a neighboring village.

Harry is quite far removed from high society. Has Louis gotten more than he bargained for, or will this be the connection he never knew he needed?

The FLUFF is everything and I love how they indulge each other! I think this fic made me giggle a bunch coz it's just got loads and loads of FLUFF.

13. sweaty palms and racing hearts by fearsparks @onlythebravest

(A short story of two shy, nervous and blushing boys on a date at the cinema.)

This was the first time someone gifted me a fic and I love it so much, thank you Julia, I reread it again and I feel like it deserves so much more attention since it's such a cute read! I love the nervousness in this one, reminds me of nervous dates as well!

14. make me your future history by treaclenectar @guccistrawberries

Louis and Harry agree to participate in a Valentine’s Day baking contest.

They've also got a bit of history.

Whats the worst that could happen?

Or an exes to lovers Valentine’s Day AU

This fic made me laugh so much and the dynamic in it is superb! So fresh to read and of course Tej did such a great job at it! I laughed again when just reading the tags (crack but not ass crack)

Please make sure to leave kudos and comments for these hardworking writers! Enjoy xxx

#happy pride month fic rec #middle of year fic rec #larry fic rec #fic rec

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Sasuke is a famous mangaka. His first two mangas are very popular among readers. He's still studying and thus younger than most mangakas. Due to his fear that his works won't be taken seriously because of his age, he uses a pseuodonym —KuroNeko [BlackCat]. He also wears a black-cat-designed helmet during interviews to hide his identity.

One of his avid fans is Haruno Sakura, a college student taking up History course. She has read his 2 mangas and is hooked with the current one. She keeps on sending him letters about what she thinks of the storyline. Even if she doesn't receive replies, she continues to thank him for creating such masterpiece.

As a History student, she realizes that one of the panels in the manga is not accurate. She writes him a letter as soon as she's sure of her claims.

Dear KuroNeko-san,

I hope you're doing well these days.

It's me again, your #1 reader. I've noticed that you used our emperors as your reference for your manga (which is very cool btw). I just want to note that it's actually Emperor Taisho that had no charisma and not Emperor Meiji. In fact, the latter had many concubines and children.

I hope you can amend the panels so that the manga would be accurate. And I hope this does not offend you in any way. I'm a History student, so historical facts are close to my heart.

Thank you and please continue writing the best manga ever.

PS. Can I send you some snacks? My town makes the best onigiri. I heard that's your favorite, so I think you should try them out.

Sincerely,

Haruno Sakura

Sasuke receives tons of letters everyday. He flips through the pile and notices the pink envelope. He knows already who it's from. "Ah, Miss Haruno. Let's see what she says this time." Sakura's letters, just like the other fanmails, make Sasuke's spirit high whenever he receives them. He reads it and sighs. "Embarrassing. I should've researched more about it." He reports it to his team immediately and they make an erratum statement as soon as the next chapter is released.

Sakura logs into her account to view the new chapter. After the cover page, there's an announcement. "He listened! He corrected the information! Omg.. So KuroNeko-san reads my mails?"

Sakura is ecstatic. Although she doesn't know the manga artist personally, she feels like they're connected now somehow. She reads the announcement again and saves a copy into her phone.

The following week is bad for Sasuke's publishing company. A list of numerous s*xual harassment allegations and drug ab*se come out against the CEO and 3 of the board members. The readers are disgusted and threaten to boycott the company and all the mangas published under it.

Sasuke is nonchalant about the fiasco. For him, it's a way to escape from his current situation. Although he loves to draw and write, he has become tired of it because of the pressure from his management and readers. The only thing that keeps him going is his fans. "If I stop writing, it won't matter much.. They don't know me. I should be fine."

When Sakura learns about the issue, she becomes worried about her favorite mangaka. She looks for more info about it but all she sees are the petitions to close down the company. "Is KuroNeko-san okay? What will happen to him? To his manga?"

Days pass by sooner for the staff and artists. Even Sasuke is now receiving threats from his fans:

"KuroNeko!! I will boycott all your works! You go to hell with your company!"

"You don't deserve the traction that you gained! All of you shall be punished!"

"Jail time for all of you!!"

"Y'all are swines! No one will read your manga now!"

"GO KYS KURONEKO!!"

These threats don't bother Sasuke. Or so he thinks. Although he laughs at them with the other staff, he feels sad deep inside. One of the staff tells him, "they won't understand that it's only the higher ups and not us. It's really stupid. But I think it's really the end for all of us." Sasuke agrees and decides to post another announcement on the manga's website.

Hello! This is KuroNeko.

Sadly, this work of mine will be discontinued. Thank you for your support throughout the years.

Farewell and till then!

Everyone is shocked —both his management and fans can't believe what they're reading. Sasuke's decision is questioned by his agent. He answers him firmly, "what's the point of clearing up my name? One, they don't know me. And two, they won't believe my statement anyway.. It's okay. I quit."

Sakura cries after seeing the announcement. She feels so bad for him. She quickly pens him another letter. She can only imagine what he went through to decide to stop writing. "It must be the threats!" she thinks. "Some people are asses! They keep on harassing him, that's why!"

It's been a week. The publishing company closed down. There's no news about the mangas or the artists. It's as if all of them didn't exist.

Sakura has been down and is not able go to her classes for the past three days. Her mother is worried but Sakura assures her that she'll be fine. She rereads the completed works of KuroNeko to comfort herself.

Sasuke goes back to their building to get his remaining things. "Sasuke-san, don't forget to take the mails with you." He really intends to leave them. "You can throw them away. They're all threats and angry letters anyway," he answers. The guard is about to put them in a bin when Sasuke sees a pink envelope protruding from the pile.

"Wait, I'll take this one. Thanks. The rest, you can trash."

He opens the envelope as soon as he gets home. "What am I thinking? She's probably mad at me too."

Dear KuroNeko-san,

Are you well? I really hope so.

I saw the announcement.. I also heard the news and I really feel bad for you and the staff. I know you're innocent. I'm sure of it.

While I'm deeply saddened, I understand and support your decision. I wish you all the best, whatever path you may choose to take.

And always remember, if KuroNeko-san has millions of fans, I'm one of them. If KuroNeko-san has 10 fans, I'm one of them. If KuroNeko-san has 1 fan then that's me. If KuroNeko-san has no fans, that means I'm not on Earth anymore. If the world is against KuroNeko-san, then I'm against the world.

I am against the world right now. I am with you, sir. Thank you for everything.

Your #1 fan forever,

Haruno Sakura

Sasuke smiles for the first time after a long time. He hasn't smiled since the news broke out. "Yeah. As long as my #1 fan still supports me, I'm good. Life's good."

He decided to finish the manga for her. He even named the new character 'Sakura'. He's happy continuing the manga that he doesn't realize how fast he gets the chapters done. He realizes that it's still his passion and wants to pursue it again when he gets older.

He goes to the address on the envelope to personally drop the copy to Sakura.

When he sees the unit number, he puts down the envelope at the foot of the door and leaves. Sakura happens to see it soon as she's about to go out to buy some snacks. Her hands are shaking when she sees the name at the back. "K-KuroNeko-san?" She turns some pages and realizes it's the complete version of the manga. She leaves the package inside and runs outside to find him.

She's looking everywhere but there's no trace of a man. In her head, KuroNeko is a middle-aged man who wore a modern kimono, just like what he wears during interviews. "I lost him.."

She sits on the park bench to rest. She sees a guy eating some onigiri and asks him, "excuse me, sorry for disrbing you.. Have you seen a man wearing a kimono? Like a modern one?"

Sasuke looks at her and answers quickly. "No, sorry."

That voice is too familiar. "Is this good-looking guy the one who wrote my favorite mangas?" she contemplates. She moves in closer and says, "K-KuroNeko-san?"

Sasuke is taken aback that he drops his onigiri. "Sakura? I– I mean Miss Haruno?"

Sakura hugs him tightly and starts crying. "Why did you– Is it really you?" She realizes what she's done and pulls away quickly. "Sorry! Sorry! I just got excited.. I didn't think you're my age!"

"You thought I'm old? And wears a modern kimono all the time?" Sasuke laughs but quickly apologizes for his decision to discontinue. "Sure, the threats took a toll on me. But it's also a personal decision to walk away from writing. Sorry for that."

"I told you I will support you no matter what."

"Yeah. Thank you. Your letter kept me going."

"Of course! I'm forever yours! I– I mean I'm forever your #1 fan!" She's so embarrassed of what she just said. "Can I invite you over? I want to thank you for giving me a copy. Tomorrow, are you free?" Again, she's embarrassed that he might think she's liberated. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound—"

"I'm free. I'll come over."

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Sakura is able to finish the manga in one sitting. She's about to reread it when a piece of paper fell from the parcel.

To my #1 fan, Miss Haruno,

Thank you for always being there for me. It makes me happy every time I see a pink envelope addressed to me. Those kept me going, especially the last one.

Honestly, I had no plans of finishing the story.. Until I saw your letter and realized that I still have a reader and I owe the ending to that person. So, I finished it for you. It's your prize for being my #1 supporter. You're the only person with a copy, so I hope you'll like the story as much as I do.

I wish you well and I am forever grateful to have someone like you as a fan. I'll never forget you, Miss Haruno.

Your manga artist,

KuroNeko / Uchiha Sasuke

"Uchiha Sasuke? That's his real name? Wait.. So, he completed this for me? And I'm the only one who knows the ending aside from him? And he named the new character 'Sakura' who ended up with the main character 'Sasuke'?" Sakura giggles at the thought. She re-reads the note again, smiling widely at the message.

Her mother interrupts her thoughts, "the boy who's coming over.. Is he your boyfriend? The food you want to be prepared is a lot." He better be your future husband.

"Oh, how I wish he is.."

"Do you like him?"

"Yeah.." Sakura thinks, "I liked him very much then when I didn't know much about him.. I like him more now that I've met him.. Or is it love?" Sakura catches herself thinking this silly thought and brushes it off instantly.

"What's his name?"

"Sasuke.. Uchiha Sasuke."

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After one month, Sasuke gives Sakura a one-shot manga.

"Th-This is our story.."

"Yeah."

"And the last page.." Sakura realizes that it's the same place where they are. She reads the speech bubble in the last panel with her eyes. "Sasuke-kun—"

"Will you be mine, Miss Haruno?"

"Yes! Of course! I've always been yours," she hugs him and they share a passionate kiss.

#sasusaku #sasusaku au #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku fanfiction #sscoded no 239

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those-crybaby-tears · 6 months

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆

★ Small Warning:I don't consider Slenderman and The Operator the same creature. Slight mention of blood (just the word, lol). The Operator is a picky bitch, I'm not changing my mind. Mention of manipulation and madness.

Slenderman and The Operator are NOT the same creature;

The Operator is very chaotic + has a huge ego, he makes people aggressive/crazy as a hobby (example: Tim, Brian and company);

Although he loves to see humans crumble and collapse under his hands and kill each other, he hates the sight of blood;

He's a bit picky about it :/

He definitely doesn't have much patience and loses interest very quickly;

The Operator can change height to be able to access spaces on a human scale (example: the basement scene in Marble Hornets), so it isn't known how tall he actually is;

He doesn't have a mansion in the woods and, in reality, nobody knows where he takes refuge when he doesn't have a target(s);

He hates humans with all his (non-existent) heart and sees them only as a pastime, as previously mentioned, he only likes to make them suffer and create pain to them;

After that, he will leave them to fend for themselves, abandoned in their grief ^^

He has no contact with human knowledge and technology;

He still thinks that people don't know about his existence, poor little naïve :(

He also hates when people mistake him for Slenderman, he's having half an idea of starting a war against him...

...but, on the other hand, it doesn't really important, after all, people yelling things like "OMFG, man! There's Slenderman in the garden!" are simply giving him a reason to drive them to madness :D

His main victims are boys/girls in their 20s;

(he also hates children but, honestly, he doesn't want to have contact with them);

He doesn't even have contact with any Creepypasta in particular;

Only once The Operator accidentally encounter The Rake in a random area of a random wood;

The Rake was slightly confused when it was confronted by a Slenderman who wasn't really Slenderman who, after a few seconds, disappeared;

Precisely because he has a huge ego, The Operator prefers not to have contact with other strange creatures clearly inferior to him (this according to his point of view);

He struts 100% about his abilities (to humans and non-humans);

(a very obvious feature given his egocentric personality);

He doesn't have a clue who Zalgo is;

If there was a war between the Demon King and Slenderman, he wouldn't take anyone's side;

He's ready to teleport into a new universe at the sight of the problems these guys are about to create;

When everything calms down he returns to his universe, however if his universe has been destroyed he would be forced to find another;

From his point of view, it would be very annoying to have to find another universe, but he has no intention of getting in the way of the affairs of those plebeians (Zalgo and Slenderman);

That said, The Operator is a fairly snobbish creature, but could he be otherwise?

𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦:

He doesn't remember who Brian and Tim are, not even Masky and Hoodie;

After losing interest in them, he left them to slaughter each other;

He doesn't even know that they're still alive and working for Slenderman :^

Hello Reader! I hope you enjoyed these headcanons of The Operator ^^. I know a lot of people think The Operator and Slenderman are the same creature but I've done some research and found that they have different abilities! + I like to think that one of the two figures is a bit more picky and self-centered while the other more manipulative and professional ˃ʍ˂

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes!

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I got my first request so I'll try to write it down as soon as possible ^^. Thank you very much! ♡

#the operator #creepypasta #Slenderman and The Operator are NOT the same #marble hornets #headcanon #headcanons #creepypasta headcanon #the Operator headcanons

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scarlettlillies · 9 months

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Hetalia- Selfoss

What's this? Lilly posting a new fic so soon after the last one? It's more likely than you think.

This was an old Nordipalooza submission from 2020 that I ended up discarding during the event. The prompt from this was 'Sweden, Iceland - Folklore'. Back when I was researching for this prompt, I ended up on a tourism website that talked about how a town called Selfoss was supposedly haunted by ghosts so I knew immediately that's where I wanted to set the story. I was having a hard time getting started though and after two incomplete drafts, I tossed them and picked a different prompt. This weekend I finally decided to finish them off.

Sweden and Iceland sadly don't have a lot of interaction but I get the feeling that Ice is most comfortable with Sweden just on the sole fact that he doesn't treat him like a child. Therefore he gets to be a bit more relaxed and not always cool and reserved like he is with the rest of the Nordics. I hope Hima expands on their relationship in a future strip.

Also, I hope I'm not the only person who headcanons both Ice and Nor as photographers! They've got some of the best places for a hobby like that. :D

If you'd prefer to read this fic on Ao3 instead, you can check it out here.

Hope you all enjoy it! Summary: During a trip to see the northern lights near the Icelandic town of Selfoss, Sweden couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was being watched.

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No matter how much he tried, Sweden couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was being watched.

He questioned if it was all in his head. Hundreds of people, mainly avid photographers, were gathered here by the river near the town of Selfoss to catch a glimpse of the northern lights. Iceland stood across from him and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. He was too focused on setting up his equipment and running a few test shots with his camera pointed toward the skies. The boy had a good head on his shoulders. If anyone could sense if something was off, it would be him.

Yes, it was definitely all in his head. The ghost museum they had visited in Stokkseyri must have let his imagination get ahead of itself.

The show of lights slowly began and Sweden tried to keep his mind occupied by splitting his attention between the skies and his fellow Nordic. Sitting on a reddish-brown fleece blanket, Sweden felt over-dressed with his heavy navy blue peacoat and black leather gloves. After leaving the museum earlier in the day, he was struck with a chill that he couldn’t shake off. Meanwhile, Iceland was dressed lightly in a brown spring jacket with no gloves at all. Almost everyone else wore similar clothing.

“Aren’t ya cold?”

“Not at all. I’m surprised you are though. Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little cold in your old age Sví!”

Sweden rolled his eyes but the comment got the both of them chuckling. With just the two of them together, Iceland seemed more laid-back and less hesitant to hide his playful side. He’s sure Iceland doesn’t mean to, but Sweden noticed over the years that Iceland would quickly become uncomfortable and reclusive whenever Denmark and Norway (and to some degree Finland too) became overbearing with their ‘big brother’ personalities. He just wanted to be treated like an adult alongside the rest of them.

He understands that well. After all, Denmark did it to him when they were small children—despite the three of them frequently arguing over who was the oldest. Those arguments died the moment Iceland entered their lives.

So Sweden does just that. He still dotes on him—albeit more subtly than the others do. But in return, he is rewarded to hear more in-depth things about Iceland’s life. Just on this trip alone, he has heard of the late-night calls with Indonesia, the camping trip in Hiiumaa with the Baltics, and the coffee dates with Liechtenstein in Vaduz. He felt grateful that Iceland could trust him like that.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The colours quickly grew more intense. Shades of green, blue, and purple danced across the sky and their colours reflected against the river below. Loud gasps of delight erupted from the crowd on the ground. Iceland was mesmerized by the sight. Even though he had seen this millions of times, it never failed to put his mind at ease. Any worries he had about his life would immediately wash away. With a hand placed on his left shoulder, Sweden surprised Iceland by coming up close at his side. The average person would never be able to tell, but he could see that tiny grin form on Sweden’s face. He was just as ecstatic to see the lights as he was.

“Gettin’ some good shots?”

“Yeah,” he nodded before he returned his focus to the camera. “The multicoloured lights always make the best shots.”

Sweden tucked his hands into his coat pockets. He watched him work and noted how meticulous Iceland was with each shot. Seeing him like this reminded him so much of Norway, right down to the focused but elated expressions. Norway was also a photographer who loved to shoot landscapes just like him. But Sweden would never dare say that out loud. Iceland would quickly get annoyed whenever comparisons arose between him and his brother, even as a joke.

We’re nothing alike. Don’t say dumb things like that.

He kept his comments to himself and continued staring up at the skies. He didn’t need to ruin the perfect day they’d had together.

The lights had lasted for around twenty minutes when dark clouds began rolling through. Everyone in the crowd knew it was their sign to call it a night. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. The camera Iceland had been using throughout their trip had begun flashing a warning that the battery was running low. Sweden helped him pack his equipment and get the bags into Iceland’s trunk. The blanket Sweden used earlier remained unfolded and got tossed into the backseat. With everything packed, they were ready for the hour’s drive back to Reykjavík.

But there it was again. That feeling that someone was watching. Sweden was so certain about it.

“What’s wrong?” Iceland asked. Sweden was leaning against the open passenger door as he searched around the pitch-black landscape. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, just that it was something.

“We’re bein’ watched…”

“Huh? From what?”

“Dunno but—”

Laughter.

A child’s laughter.

It was such a high-pitched noise that rang inside his ears. He hated that he couldn’t see where it was coming from. There were no streetlights in this part of the country. The only light visible came from the inside of Iceland’s car and the headlights of others as many began driving away from the scene and onto the main road.

Sweden’s frustrations hit a boiling point. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a black flashlight. He slowly made his way toward the river. Iceland tried to call him back however Sweden ignored his pleas. A frustrated sigh fell from his lips, “I'm never taking you to that ghost museum ever again,” He had no choice but to follow behind him.

Sweden hadn’t noticed earlier that the water was much lower than he had anticipated. Boulders of various shapes and sizes poked through the water, especially along the shoreline. He swung his flashlight around and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. The mysterious sounds of laughter from before had also disappeared. Was it his mind playing tricks on him again?

“Did ya happen to hear a child laughin’ earlier?”

“A child?” Iceland pondered, “The crowd was mostly full of photographers but I’m sure I saw a few families with small kids there. Maybe it was that you were hearing?”

Sweden made a disgruntled grunt as he appeared furious with himself. He hated how out of character this was for him. He could never recall a moment in time when he acted this paranoid before.

But on the furthest rock to his left, his flashlight picked up something stuck against one of the boulders. The two men investigated and discovered it was a small grey blanket. They had wondered if it was forgotten by one of the families from earlier. Upon closer inspection though, they noticed it was covered in mud, the material looked faded, and the bottom tip of the blanket had been submerged into the water. It was clear it had been here for some time.

“Sví, we should go. There’s no one here,” Iceland said as he tugged on Sweden’s arm. “We have a long drive ahead of us.”

It looked as if Sweden had finally come to his senses and the two men walked back to the car. But Iceland took one more look over his shoulder. Near the river, a small child stood there in a white gown. A short blond boy, possibly no older than three, hugged the dirty grey blanket that Sweden discovered earlier. Iceland put a finger to his lips and shook his head. The little boy’s smile turned to an angry frown and disappeared towards the water.

Iceland was open to sharing many things about his life with Sweden. But the stories of the spirits that inhabited this part of his home were not one of them. No one needed to know he could see things that mortals could not. He was determined to keep it that way.

#APH Iceland #APH Sweden #HWS Sweden #HWS Iceland #hetalia #Lilly's Writings #So happy to finally get another fic off my WIP list

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my-autism-adhd-blog · 11 months

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hello summer!

i have been to a doctor about possibly having autism once now with my mum.

she suggested that i have ADHD + CAPD rather than autism, or my symptoms were caused by a deficiency in Vitamin B12. she said that it was very unlikely i had autism, just because she thinks that throughout all my life we would've caught it by now.

it's possible it's just a deficiency in Vitamin B12, because you mostly get the vitamin from meats. i am mostly vegetarian and don't eat a lot of meat.

if the deficiency in Vitamin B12 is the case, then all my symptoms should go away if i start taking Vitamin gummies or something to get the required vitamins.

It would be great if all these problems went away as easy as that, but then it doesn't entirely explain some other things?

like, for example, autistic people can have poor proprioception, which i feel i relate to. i have gonr at most an entire 14 hours without eating because i simply couldn't sense i needed to eat. it's an ongoing problem for me that i can't sense that i need to eat/drink, and it isn't exactly new. it's been going on for a while and for 2-3 months i thought i must have some kind of eating disorder, but of course, no eating disorder i researched described what i was experiencing. but then, i discovered that it can be an autism thing.

for the past maybe 4.5 months i've been researching what exactly autism is and how it appears. i've looked back on experiences in my life and thought that it made sense i could have autism.

i feel like it can't really be just a deficiency, but i have no idea how to say that. i'm not great at communicating why i think something, so i don't want to say it to my mum, because if i do she'll ask why and the answer is complicated and long, and i always seem to stutter and trip over my own words. i just really struggle to explain complicated things, and the more i fail to explain, the harder it gets because i start to panic that it's not working.

and then, if it is just a deficiency and my sensory issues go away as fast as they just suddenly appeared (noise sensitivity just kind of appeared in january.), then what about my other experiences? if it's just a deficiency and not anything more, then is there just something wrong with me? it's really frustrating to me, because i have no idea what it is.

i've taken spectrum tests online, most of which said i had moderate to high symptoms of ASD, and i've seen that people afab often end up learning early how to mask and don't get diagnosed (i'm afab).

having ADHD + CAPD could explain some stuff for me too. i was told that my concern isn't being pushed aside for what the doctor thinks, but it feels a little like it is.

she gave us some tests and there was one for my teacher. i gave it to her a week ago, and she hasn't handed it back. i'm hoping she can give it back soon because there's only a few days left before summer begins and my school year ends.

i guess i'm just worried in general about this, + some other stuff going on in my life right now. thank you for reading through this, i appreciate that. it was just kind of a rant. 💞

Hi there,

I did some research on ADHD and Central Auditory Processing Disorder (CAPD). I found one article that goes into detail about both of these. Here are some excerpts:

People with ADHD may have trouble processing sensory input, including auditory information. For example, a 2017 studyTrusted Source notes that children with ADHD do not perform as well on auditory processing tests. However, they perform similarly to neurotypical children after treatment with methylphenidate. This suggests that auditory processing issues may be an ADHD symptom.

ADHD affects executive functioning, attention, and impulse controlTrusted Source. This may make it more difficult for people to process sensory input, including sounds. It may be difficult or impossible for a person with ADHD to interpret sounds or distinguish one sound from another, particularly in distracting environments.

Research also suggests that people with ADHD may have other sensory processing issues. They might crave sensory stimulation through chewing or be less responsive than typical to sensory input, such as loud noises or bright lights.

Similarly, symptoms of APD may mimic those of ADHD. This is because a person who cannot correctly interpret sound may appear to be inattentive. Their sensory difficulties can also affect behavior. A 2018 systematic review emphasizes that children with APD have similar characteristics, including behaviors and test scores, to children with ADHD.

It is also possible for a person to have both ADHD and APD.

The article will be below if you want to read it.

If Vitamin B12 is the issue, I would try to take some vitamins and see if your symptoms improve. If not, then I would talk to your doctor.

I should also mention that the signs and characteristics of both ADHD and Autism have quite the overlap. Here’s a helpful Venn diagram to show the similarities and differences.

There’s also another Infograph talking about the statistics of ADHD and Autism:

I’ll also leave the article below so you can check it out.

I really hope you find this information helpful. I wish you luck and I hope you figure out what’s going on.

Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ❤️

#inbox #inbox reply #inbox is open

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