DISCLAIMER-> TAKE THE FANFIC LIGHTLY ! writing this after a year (?) or two. THIS IS my first fanfiction, i never post my stuff but since i wrote this during quarantine, i thought of publishing it just to check off a task/bullet in my bucketlist. there are some parts that probably don't make much sense + are not that accurate to the plot of naruto (considering that i havent watched that show in YEARS) basically, after absorbing so many naruto fanfictions since i was in elementary, i wanted to make one for myself to please my 12-year-old self with atleast decent writing and character (bare minimum, i just want fluff in canon) THANK U SO MUCH FOR READING THIS ?! i never expected it to get attention so i sincerely apologize for some stupid parts ! i don't want to try and edit the parts since i would always find it ugly then i would delete the whole thing, and i dont want to regret writing this !!! tysm again and ily all ! ๐ด๐ธ๐ถ๐ธ๐ป๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฒ - sunlight filtered through tree leaves.Light blue hair along with the girl's eyes. The same girl who has forgotten about her origin. The girl who does not remember her capabilities. The girl who would unfold the mysteries of a clan. The girl with the light blue hair who would cross her path with a blonde knucklehead.-"สแดแด แดแดแดแด แดแด ๊ฐแดแดส สษชแดแด แดส๊ฑแดส๊ฐ""สแดแด'สแด ษดแดแด ษขแดษชษดษข แดแด แด ษชแด แดแดแด, สษชษขสแด?""ษช แดแดสแด แดสแดแดแด สแดแด แด สแดแด.""ษช'สส แดสแดแดแดแดแด สแดแด แดกษชแดส แดส สษช๊ฐแด."- a naruto uzumaki love story, completed (pain arc, unedited)
Existรญa una reliquia a la que llamaban Ibumiki. Esta reliquia era custodiada por la gente del clan hananochi, ya que se decรญa que ellos eran descendientes de los que la crearon. En principio tenรญa un aspecto inofensivo, pero las leyendas decรญan algo muy distinto sobre ella. Correctamente activada, la reliquia podรญa proveer a los humanos, a travรฉs de objetos, poderes fascinantes y aterradores, y esto era lo que ellos necesitaban para salir victoriosos de esa guerra tan mortรญfera que estaban viviendo. En un principio sus motivos eran simplemente terminar la guerra, pero algunas de las personas involucradas en el proyecto se vieron seducidas por la idea de poder, no el poder que ya poseรญan, si no un poder mรกs parecido al de un dios. Estas personas abusaron de los poderes obtenidos y murieron al poco tiempo.Asรญ fue como empezaron los experimentos con humanos. Se experimentรณ con muchรญsimas personas de distintas edades, nacionalidades, sin importar gรฉnero o etnia, los que mostraban poca o nula afinidad con ningรบn tipo de objeto eran devueltos sin ningรบn recuerdo de lo sucedido y a las familias les pagaban para que guardaran silencio. A los que demostraban el mayor grado de afinidad se les daba la opciรณn de quedarse y formarse o irse sin recuerdos, aunque lo รบltimo realmente no era una opciรณn.El clan Hananochi es un clan muy antiguo que durante mucho tiempo permaneciรณ apartado de la sociedad. En este clan todos tienen el cabello blanco y ojos verdes, pero creen firmemente que si una niรฑa o un niรฑo nace con alguno de estos rasgos distintos traerรก la desgracia sobre su gente, y es por eso que esos niรฑos y niรฑas han sido sacrificados a lo largo de los siglos. Los padres de Shiko querรญan cambiar esa supersticiรณn, y la protegieron cuanto pudieron, pero la misma gente de su clan estaba empezando a intentar asesinarla, y en su rabia los otros miembros del clan los mataron. Shiko logrรณ escapar.
One leader and one helper, Thoma peacefully helps around the Kamisato Estate to keep things steady, of course that's his job, right? A festival is coming around the corner, and Ayato tries his best to get close to his loyal assistant before then. But does Thoma even notice? Will Ayato fall in love with this ordinary, charming man?NOTE: This may be a little sexual so please prepare yourself. And this cover art isn't mine. Please discontinue reading this if you don't like/respect this ship.
Two families merged due to their parent's lifelong friendships, these seven boys are like brothers to each other and they find out they are all half-brothers to their three-year-old little sister. This little girl is dropped off on their doorstep by her unstable mom, and left to I've with her bubbas. *NOTE: I've had this storyline in my head for a couple of years and over time I've made little memos for when I finally get the time to write it, so here it is... this is also the first book I've written with the thoughts of publishing so be kind, but I do love some critiques if you have them. I have read a couple of stories that have little sisters living with their big brothers, but this is in no way a copy of them at all, I've actually written this because I couldn't find a story with the storyline I was looking for.* Also, I don't own any of the pictures, just found them online :)
Having run away from a past she'd rather forget, Rylie Klintson lands herself a job as the first female worker on the McGrange Ranch. While the foreman seems to have his own ideas about how she should be spending her nights, she is given a bunk house to share with Dune O' Brandy, a quiet yet hardworking man. Over time, Rylie finds herself drawn more and more to her bunkmate, especially when she is given a blue roan to ride that he trained himself. But right out of the gate, it seems her past won't let go as she's plagued by dreams of attackers, murderers, and her helpless family and friends being killed before her eyes. The foreman's advances don't help any, each one bringing back more memories. Dune is the only one that can console her, and as the summer passes, they fight to control the nightmares, as well as staying out from under the foreman.
โญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณใ[ใ rํกYKCS7]ใ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธํ๋ก์ฝ๋ฐํต๊ฐ๊ฒฉโค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์จ๋ผ์ธ๊ตฌ๋งค,#๋กฑํ์ํฌ๋ฆผ์ ํ๊ตฌ๋งค,#๊ณจ๋๋๋๊ณค๋ณต์ ์ฝ๊ตฌ๋งคโญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณใ[ใ rํกYKCS7]ใ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธ๊ฐ์ง๋์์์ ๋น์ผ๋ฐฐ์กโค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ5mgํจ๊ณผ,#๋ง์๋๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์์ด๊ตฌ๋งค,#ํ๋ฆ์์๋ฆฌ์ค์ฒ๋ฐฉ,#์บก์์์๋ฆฌ์คํต๋ฐฐ์ก๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ฅ๊ฐํ์ฝ๋น์ผ๊ตฌ๋งค,#์กฐ๋ฃจ๋ฐฉ์ง์ ํ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#88์ ํต,#์ํ๋น๋ณต์ ์ฝ๊ตฌ์ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ,#๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์์์ ์ ํ๊ตฌ์ ,#๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๋ณต์ ์ฝํ๋งค์ ,#์กฐ๋ฃจ์น๋ฃ์ ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์์ด๊ตฌ๋งค,โญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณใ[ใ rํกYKCS7]ใ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธ๋น๋์ค์ฝ๊ตญํ๋งค๊ฐ๊ฒฉโค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#vinix๋ณต์ฉ๋ฒ,#์ฝ๊ตญ์ฉ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผํต๋ฐฐ์ก๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#์คํ๋์ฌํ๋ผ์ด์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ํ์์๋์ฝ๊ตญ,#์๋๋ ๋๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#ํ๋ฆํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋ ๋นํธ๋ผํต๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ ์ฒ๋ฐฉ,#์ฑ๊ธฐ๋ฅํฅ์์์์ ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ด๊ตฌ์ ,#๊ตฌ๊ตฌ์ ๋น์ผ๊ตฌ๋งค,#๋กฑํ์ํฌ๋ฆผํต๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋จน๋์์๋ฆฌ์ค๊ตฌ์ ,โญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณ[ใ rํกYKCS7]๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธvinix์ฝ๊ตญํ๋งค๊ฐ๊ฒฉโค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#๋น๋์ค5mgํจ๊ณผ,#์ ๋ ฅ์์ข์์์์ ๋ณต์ฉ๋ฒ,#์ฝ๊ตญ์ฉ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผํต๊ตฌ์ ,#๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์์๋ฆฌ์คํต๋ฐฐ์ก,#์ฝ๊ตญ์ฉ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผํต๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#์ฒ์ฐ์์๋ฆฌ์ค์ฝ๊ตญ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋จน๋๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ด๊ตฌ์ ,#vinix๋น์ผ๋ฐฐ์ก,#์ ๋ ฅ์์ข์์ฝ๊ตฌ๋งคํ๊ธฐ,#์ ํ์์๋ฆฌ์คํต๋ฐฐ์ก,#๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ฉํ์ฌ์ฉ๋ฒโญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณใ[ใ rํกYKCS7]ใ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธa ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์น๋ฃ์ ๊ตฌ๋งค,๋น๋จ๊ธฐ๊ณผ ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ,๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์ฝ๊ตญ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ,ํํ์์,์นด๋ง๊ทธ๋ผ,์นด๋ง๊ทธ๋ผ ์ง๊ตฌ,์ผํฌ์ค,๋น๋ฌ๋ฆฌ์คํ,๋ ์ผ์ ํํ๋ก์ฝ๋ฐ ํ๊ธฐ,์์๋ฆฌ์ค ์ฒ๋ฐฉ,์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ ์ฑ๋ถ,๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ฆ์,๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์กฐ๋ฃจ ๋ฑ ๋จ์ฑ๊ฑด๊ฐ
โญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณใรIรโ๏ผ๏ผร๏ผโ6ร4๏ผใ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธ๊ถ๋์กฐ๋ฃจ๋ฐฉ์ง์ ํํต๋ฐฐ์ก๊ฐ๊ฒฉโค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#๋์๋๋จ์ฑ์ ๋ ฅ์ 100mg์ฝ๊ตญ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#์ค๊ตฌ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์น๋ฃ์ ํต๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#ํ์ค๋๋จ์ฑ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๊ฐ์ ์ ํ๊ฐ๊ฒฉโญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณใรIรโ๏ผ๏ผร๏ผโ6ร๏ผ๏ผ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธํญ๋ํ๋ฆํ์์๋ฆฌ์ค๋น์ผ๊ตฌ์ โค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#ํ๊ตํ๋ก์ฝ๋ฐํต๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋๋ด๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์น๋ฃ์ ๋น์ผ๋ฐฐ์ก,#๋์ ๋ ๋นํธ๋ผ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋ถ๋น๋จ์ฑ์ฑ์์ฆ๊ฐ์ ๊ตฌ์ ํ๊ธฐ,#์ธ์ฒ๋จ์ฑ๋ฐ๊ธฐ์ ํ100mg์ฝ๊ตญ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#ํ๊ณก์ญ๋ฐ๊ธฐ์ฝ์จ๋ผ์ธ์ฝ๊ตญ,#์ธ๊ณก๋๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์ฉํ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ด๊ตฌ๋งค,#์ ์ดํน์ฝฉํต๋ฐฐ์ก๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#ํ์๋๋จ์ฑ์ ๋ ฅ์ ์ฝ๊ตญ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋งคํ๋์กฐ๋ฃจ์น๋ฃ์ ํต๊ตฌ์ ,#๊ฐ๋ฆ๋ง์๋๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์ง๊ฑฐ๋,โญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณใรIรโ75ร4โ๏ผร4๏ผใ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธ๋ ธ์๊ตฌํ๋ฆํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ100mg์ฒ๋ฐฉโค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#์ฉ์ธํ๋ฆ์์๋ฆฌ์คํต๋ฐฐ์ก๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋ถ์ฐ์๊ตฌ๋ฐ๊ธฐ์ ์ง์ฝ100mg์ฝ๊ตญ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๋ ธ๊ณ ์ฐ๋์กฐ๋ฃจ๋ฐฉ์ง์ ํํต๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#์ฐฝ์ ๋๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์จ๋ผ์ธ์ฝ๊ตญ,#์ ์ ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#์๊ด๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๋ณต์ ์ฝํต๋ฐฐ์ก,#์ฉ์ธ์กฐ๋ฃจ๋ฐฉ์ง์ ํ์ข ๋ฅ,#ํต์ธ๋น๋์ค๋น์ผ๊ตฌ๋งค,#๋์๋โ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ์น๋ฃ์ ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ,#๊ตฌ๋ก๋์ฝ๊ตญ์ฉ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ์ ,#์์ฅ๋ฐ๊ธฐ์ ์ง์ ํ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ด๊ตฌ์ ,โญ์์๋ฆฌ์คํ๋๊ณณ[รIรโ75ร4โ๏ผร4๏ผ]๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งคโ๏ธ์๋ด์ญ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ฅํฅ์์ ํ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ด๊ตฌ์ โค๏ธโ ์ ํ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ&์์๋ฆฌ์คโ โญ#์ฌํ์ญ์ฝ๊ตญ์ฉ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๊ตฌ๋งค,#๊ตฌ๋ก์ฑ๊ธฐ๋ฅํฅ์์์์ ์จ๋ผ์ธ์ฝ๊ตญ,#๋ถํ์ญ๋ง์๋๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์ฌ๋๊ณณ,#์์ง๋ก์ ๊ตฌ์ญ๋จ์ฑ์ฑ์์ฆ๊ฐ์ ์ข ๋ฅ,#์ญ์ธ๋์บก์๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ๋น์ผ๋ฐฐ์ก,#์ ์ค๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋น์๊ทธ๋ผํต๋ฐฐ์ก,#์ผํ์ฝ๊ตญ์ฉ์์๋ฆฌ์ค์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ํ์์๋์ฝ๊ตญ,#์ถฉ์ ์บก์๋น์๊ทธ๋ผ์ฒ๋ฐฉ์ ์์ด๊ตฌ์ ,#๊ตฌ์ผ์ญ๋ฐ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋น
Y/N L/N had recently moved to Jasper, Nevada when she was abruptly forced into a war she had no motivation to be part of. The only reason she and her father had moved there was because they wanted peace and quiet. But as usual, everywhere Y/N went, trouble never seemed far behind. When she was first unintentionally introduced to the Autobots, everything already seemed to be in the worst phase. Their leader was wandering around base, without any memories of who he really was during the time they needed him most. Now THAT was just too much for the overwhelmed young human. Her burdening stress was replaced by intense fear when the sweet Orion Pax remembered that he was truly a Prime. A horribly lovesick, lustful Prime.
'' Let's start from scratch. ''He guided his hand at the (H/C) Figure.'' Simon Brown. The Oldest.''___What a tale.A tragic one also - it started off as enemies - What about now?____Hello Everyone, and welcome to my Simon Brown x FEM Reader book.Just a heads up, this is greatly inspired by another writer who wrote a Simon Brown x FEM Reader as well. I wrote this over a year ago, so I hope this doesn't flop... And Simon Brown is also a 16 year old in this.Then again, I just wanted to give credit to the person who wrote this book like me, but in all, please enjoy the book, take care!!โฑโโฐโฃโฑ๐ต๐๐๐๐ ๐ด๐๐ท๐๐๐(๐ป๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐๐-๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐) ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐ ๐๐
What if instead of another boy coming into the Glade, a girl came? And not just that, a little girl?