#pre regression

[a-mirror-of-memories]

SCTIR omegaverse au

There’s no way to convince me that in a a/b/o jinjae au Han Yoojin didn’t ended up pregnant pre regression.

Some spoilers under the cut:

Post Song Taewon’s death Sung Hyunjae left the country not only taking with him Han Yoojin’s memories but also erasing (while fighting against his own instincts) the mating mark he left during one of Han Yoojin’s last heats they spend together. Unbeknownst to Hyunjae there was still a piece of him left on his former mate.

For several weeks Han Yoojin has been feeling nausea and with barely enough energy to move and it’s only while packing his things to move after another attempt of breaking and entering on his apartment that he notices that his heat was delayed and couldn’t even remember when was his last one (he’d also been scratching the back of his neck like crazy but that’s probably nothing important).

After a lot of deliberation he finally bites the bullet and buy a pregnancy test while using a disguise covering his steps as best of he could, because it was only matter of time until the media (and his brother) learned about his symptoms and he wanted to have in hand proof that it was something like the flu and not him screwing up once again and expecting a baby.

Only that he was expecting a baby.

Ignoring his second and third thoughts (denial, denial, denial and a I’m not capable of take care of another human being with a mix of terror an defeat) seeing that he was getting late for a raid Han Yoojin decides that after this dungeon he would make an appointment with a doctor and only then start thinking about his next steps. Seeing the state of his own life between keeping and getting rid of the baby the choice was easy to make.

He ignored his selfish and disgusting first thought of "he would have a family again", or how after a long time a flicker of light returned to his eyes.

If on the way to the dungeon he absentmindedly daydreamed about what things would need to change if he chose to keep the baby it was no one's business. Not entering anymore dungeons was a must and it would be best if he even managed to scrap his meagre savings and moved somewhere far away so his kid won’t be subjected to the media scorn. And as much as it hurt to admit it trying to contact Yoohyun was an awful idea, it would only bring more heartache for everyone involved.

Not a single thought was directed to the baby’s other parent, it was probably a one night stand (wrong) with a lots of alcohol involved (rarely) with someone who has no real interest in him whatsoever (very wrong) and they would run away at the mere thought of them having a kid together (very, very wrong).

One thing was sure, Han Yoojin thought unconsciously glancing down at his stomach with a soft smile, his life would definitively change after this dungeon.

This au can have two versions:

No regression, Han Yoojin miss the dungeon and disappears after the doctor appointment, Han Yoohyun loses his mind trying to find him and swears to kill the bastard who dared to touch his beloved hyung. Said one-armed lunatic took the first flight back to Seoul and with the aid of the matching mating mark still on his neck managed to track down his future wife and kid with the goal to whist them back to Switzerland with him (on theory Sung Hyunjae could return Yoojin’s memories but where’s the fun in that? Also knowing them it would only made his goal even harder).

Still regression but Han Yoojin brought the baby to the past with him but didn’t know that for a long while. Featuring no transcendental or other shenanigans, just Han Yoojin insisting that the identity of the baby’s other parent’s not important and Sung Hyunjae messing with everyone insisting that the baby’s his (even before learning about the regression, after it became even worse), how could his item be so cruel to deny those steamy nights they spend together? Someone please pray for what’s left of Song Taewon’s sanity, especially after Han Gyeol’s birth.

[writermich18]

S Classes That I Raised & Legend of Zelda Writing Prompt

When his world reverses time, a mistake happens. The System decides while they work on fixing the mistake, Han Yoojin can work on forming an s class body and getting used to that power. Han Yoojin disappears the day he and Yoohyun had their big argument. Han Yoojin (regressed and not regressed, now one person) finds himself in Twilight Princess as Link. Waking up, injured, found by Ordonians weeks before the start of the game with no memory. He lives out life in Ordon Village, then the game,, goes traveling after.. End of the game, months later while traveling, his memories return in time for a message from the System to pop up apologizing for taking so long, that the mistake was fixed months ago, but it wasn't until now that this world line of Hyrule had allowed the System to grab him again, and that he's strong enough now to return. When Yoojin wakes up as 25yo Han Yoojin, 3 months had passed while he had been missing. His scars and magic as Link had transferred over into scars on his body and S-rank skills, animalistic characteristics popping up as sharp canines and slightly sharp nails almost claws, and instincts acting as skill sets. The Twilight mark on his wolf form that he now has as a power appears every time he activates his mana which is the System's translation of his earned Twil magic and inherited light/sword magic/lessons. The Triforce of Courage while still remaining in Hyrule had left its mark in Han Yoojin. When Yoohyun and Yoojin reunite, Yoojin has a near mental breakdown, haunted by his pre-regression memories and experiences as Link and guilt of forgetting while he was Link. The two brothers hug, finally reunited after eight years, one year and 3 months.

[cryptidofthewww]

I love Kiolle he’s legitimately my favorite character in turning. But godDAMN do I want 1st timeline kiolle and Yuder to meet. I want them to be best frenemies and absolutely hate each other but literally everyone else thinks they’re best friends. Maybe that worsens yuder’s reputation (the angst potential!!) and maybe ppl think kiolle is a rebound or something (both of them are practically retching when they hear this rumor). Canon probably diverges (when kiolle dies 1st timeline) by him passing by the traffickers. And eventually he and yuder meet up (obviously)

Anyways I know there is no way Kiolle wouldn’t try to retaliate when yuder makes fun of him, but I need them to interact and yuder needs some stress relief. Kiolle needs to get bullied more often, it’s funny af.

[caleism-1]

Summary:

Han Yoojin has skills geared towards the mind and lending or borrowing power. It only makes sense that if he has a skill to receive the memories of others alongside their power and skills, he could sacrifice his memories of others in return for some strength.

Han Yoojin has a skill that lets him give up memories of someone he holds dear in exchange for more power. Things change, but ultimately stay the same.

[freyadragonlord]

(Spoilers for the sctir novel)

I honestly don't know what is funnier:

The fact that when Yoohyun learns about the Regression, he pretty much immediately asks Yoojin what his relationship to Sung Hyunjae was before turning time back, and that when Yoojin tells him that he and Hyunjae didn't know each other at all before the Regression, Yoohyun thinks Yoojin is lying to him........

.........or the fact that Yoohyun is right.

[dyinggirldied]

I love, love all the fics exploring the Han brothers' love and tragedy and possibilities, especially the pre-regression era, in fics and arts. But also, consider a what-if au where pre-reg Yoojin and Myeongwoo are friends. They were both F-rankers who are struggling to pay the bills and have since resorted to accept even shady deals to earn money. There has to be a chance of meeting.

Two men who have been casted out and been made to think as useless by society, who are severely depressed and suicidal.

Maybe their friendship is the saying "love alone cannot save you." but it gives them a meager hope to stay afloat in this world for just a little bit more.

[the-universal-sun]

Part two of the fic about Lee going little after Ford pushed him, please?? ❤️

Okay! So a couple of you wanted a part 2 to the drabble about Stan regressing after being burned, and I am more than happy to oblige! Sorry it took so long for this, personal stuff, you know? I’m also going to bounce between Ford and Stan’s POV!

(there are mentions pain medication and sedatives being used on Stanley for his burn, but don’t worry, it’s not super nefarious (it’s ford) and it’s only a quick sentence or two that starts around

“Come on, Stanley, drink your juice.” and ends at “back of his refrigerator”)

Stanford looked down at his brother, sleeping soundly on the couch with his raggedy looking stuffed bear clenched tightly in his arms. Stanley was acting…odd last night. After he was…branded for lack of a better term, his mental state seemed to almost dissolve? No that’s not right, he didn’t act unhinged or crazy, just younger? Stanford details his brother on his Journal page, sketching out the soft lines that make up his sleeping face; the worn Teddy Bear. Could the symbol have caused this phenomena? He didn’t know exactly what the symbol meant-an oversight on his part-just that Bill had told him to put it there. Was that just another one of his tricks and treacheries? Did Bill know this would happen and purposefully tell Ford to put that there so he’d burn his brother, leaving a permanent reminder of this encounter engraved on his skin? Ford has to set aside his Journal before he rips a hole in the page with his pen. He sits there, barely rested after locking himself up in the specialized cage he made, it was his first time using it. He had made it with padding on the walls, no sharp edges, and can only be opened via retinal scan; Bill can’t get out and can’t hurt him too badly, not with his hands wrapped up with excess padding. He wasn’t well rested but it was enough for some of the brain fog to dissipate, he can finally think.

He’s thought a lot in the last couple of hours; how he could apologize to Stanley for the burn and his words-looking back they’d been so cruel, so much like Bill how he could find a way to at least keep Bill from this dimension, and most recently, what happened with Stanley. He doesn’t think the burn had anything to do with his mental state-at least not the symbol. He already had that ragged looking stuffed toy with him in his knapsack. And Ford, upon looking through Stanley’s meager belongings, found a worn but seemingly well-loved large patchwork quilt-neither the bear or the blanket were things he can ever remember Stanley having back in Glass Shard before he was kicked out left. So he must have gotten them somewhere between that time and now, and judging by the looks of the comfort items, they were acquired a while ago, probably when Stanley was still in his teens. Which… that thought brought forward unpleasant feelings about how young they both were in Ford that he’d rather not think about right now. ‘

Is Stanley used to this phenomena? Has it happened before? Could it be psychological? I wish I knew where F left his psychology books, somewhere in my living room I think…’ Ford’s pulled out of his thoughts, pulling his hands down from tugging on his hair, by movement on the couch beside him. Stanley seems to be waking up, the light of the sun hitting directly in his eyes. Hopefully Ford can get some answers from him about what happened last night. He watches as his brother stirs from his sleep, one hand reaching up to rub at his eyes, Stanley was never much of an easy riser, always wanting to stay asleep and bundled in his warm blankets. Ford gets a look at Stanley’s eyes, just to make sure they weren’t yellow with slitted pupils; a sign of possession. They were his regular eyes, the iris color matching Ford’s own, but the look in his eyes was the same as last night, when he acted off. When he acted like a child. Perhaps…perhaps the issue is more psychological than magic or anomaly-induced, in which case, Ford’s going to have to deal with this with a light hand, he doesn’t want to mess up Stanley’s mind as well as his body. He still cares for his brother, even if he’s mad at him. He’ll try his best to help Stanley, even if that means that, for now, he has to treat him with near literal kids gloves.

Ford does his best approximation of a gentle smile as he can muster, he doesn’t think it turns out well though-he can feel the corner of his mouth slightly twitching and his eyes are probably entirely too wide with his ever present dark circles on display. Something must work, because Stanley, sleep now rubbed out of his eyes, is giving him a small smile back.

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Stan snuffles into Poindexter as the sun wakes him up. He wanted to stay in his blanket of warmth, he hasn’t been this warm in so long. But he remembers where he is, at Ford’s house, and Ford has never wanted to sleep in, and he wants to spend time with Ford, so he gets up anyway. He rubs the sleep and eye crusties away, squinting against the light burning his eyes. He goes to look for his brother and finds him on a chair next to the couch Stan slept in, giving him a weird smile. He looked…Stan didn’t know how he looked. Crazy? Like a mad scientist? He doesn’t seem like he’s mad at Stan or wants to hurt him, so he smiles back, clutching Poindexter to his chest and wrapping the blankie further around him. Ford’s house-Sixer;s house?- is warmer than his car, but Stan gets cold easily, so while he can, he’ll bundle up. It’s not his nice and big blankie with all the cool patterns some granny in New York gave him, but Ford’s sweater and blanket will do for now.

“Stanley, can you tell me how you’re feeling? Do you feel any different from last night? Physically and mentally? Do you know who I am?” Ford lists off too many questions for Stan to think through at once this early in the morning. And Stan can’t answer him anyways, not in the ways he wanted. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to find the ability to speak in him, bunching up Poindexter to his face and rocking slightly, feeling a tiny distressed. When the idea hits him. He holds up Poindexter and points between him and Ford like he did last night, trying to form the word in his mouth.

“The bear? Stanley I am not-Yes! We went over this last night, the bear and I have the same glasses!” Ford isn’t getting it! He’s supposed to be the smart one! Stan guesses he’ll have to try his best to speak, even if he’s not happy about it.

“P-Poinde-x-ter.” Stan tries to slowly say the word so he doesn’t mess it up. He doesn’t know what he’d do if Ford made fun of him for how he spoke when he was feeling all fuzzy in his head. He points between Ford and Poindexter while saying the word. Ford better get it this time, because Stan’s tongue is feeling really thick in his mouth now-and his body hurts too.

“Poindexter? Stanley, I-” Ford stops and just stares at Stan, making him fidget nervously. Was Ford made he named his Teddy after him? It was one of the few comfort items Stan had, he cuddled him even when he wasn’t feeling all fuzzy headed like now. It reminded Stan of hugging Ford.

“Did you name the bear after me?” Stanley nodded shyly, hiding his face in Poindexter’s back, scared of Ford’s reaction. It’s been so long since they’ve seen each other that he COULD get mad at Stan for naming his Teddy after him, kicking him out into the cold again, to be alone and scared and to never see Ford again-

“I see. That’s…that was sweet of you, Stanley, thank you. A-are you okay? Are you in any pain?” Ford’s voice was softer than it was before, when he was asking all those questions. Stan wonders why. He lifts his face up from his stuffy and looks at his brother, his Sixer, and sees his face. It looked softer than when he was smiling before, he was sitting on the edge of the bed too. Stan didn’t even feel the bed move, and he had gotten really good at that after all these years. Ford must have had some sort of ninja training to be so sneaky when moving. The thought of Ford being a ninja makes him giggle, his shoulder moving with his laughs makes him wince, though. He points to his shoulder, the one that hurt. Now that he’s focusing on it, it hurts really bad, like really REALLY badly. So bad he wants to cry, but he can’t cry because then Ford will think he’s a big stupid baby. And Stan’s NOT a big dumb-

“I thought that would be the case. I never got to give you any pain medication,” Stan cringes at the thought of medicine, “and I doubt I have anything truly strong enough to numb the pain of a burn to that extent. I do have a mild sedative that I could give you, it would make you loopy for the duration until it wears off, but I…I doubt that would be a problem with how you’re acting now.” Stan doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with how he’s acting, Ford’s just a Fuddy Duddy sometimes, like right now. He pouts at Ford from behind Poindexter where he’d hidden his face again, his brother looked like he had this thinking cap on and working at full capacity, holding his chin in his hands and thinking with his eyes closed. Stan can’t help it, while Ford’s not looking, he sticks his tongue out at him.

“Are you still afraid of needles? If you are-” Just the thought of needles or any sharp object of any kind has Stan clutching Poindexter and hiding under the blanket, body shivering. He HATES needles and anything involving the doctor’s office. Distantly, his mind knows there’s other reasons he hates needles, but he can’t bring himself to think of them right now, not when Ford wants to jab him with a big giant needle! He whimpers as his shoulder moves, making it hurt even more than before. His face hurts too. So does his whole body. He just wants to go back to sleep, but he knows he can’t, not with the pain and not with Ford here, who probably wouldn’t even let him go back to sleep.

“Relax, Stanley! No needles, I promise, I’ll find another way to give you the sedative, so please just relax. I need to look at your shoulder and change your bandages, can I do that? Please? Let me take care of you, at least for this.” Ford taking care of Stan? He hasn’t thought about that at all, he thought he was hated by his brother, but if Ford put him in a cozy sweater, let him sleep in his house, and says he wants to take care of Stan, then it must mean that Ford still loves him, right? Stan sits up, blanket still draped over his head and eyes Ford, his hands are up and his eyes still look soft, but they look tight at the edges, like he’s stressed about something. Stan’s gotten good at reading faces. Is he upset because of Stan’s burn? That’s stressing him out too, he doesn’t like pain, not one bit. He nods his head and moves to get off the couch, blanket still wrapped around him and his Teddy still in hand, and Ford moves off it, too, standing in front of Stan. He grabs Ford’s hand before he starts to walk forward, making Ford just stop and stare super intensely at Stan, and Stan stares back. Are they having a staring contest? He doesn’t know if he’ll win or not, he’s still pretty tired and his eyes still burn, but Ford has some BIG dark circles under his eyes, so who knows? They don’t seem to be having a staring contest, his brother looking away and starting to walk forward, gripping Stan’s hand very tightly.

They end up in the bathroom again, with Stan’s shirt off and his brother fixing up the ouchie on his shoulder. He bites his lips, and then Poindexter’s ear (He’s sure his friend wouldn’t mind if it helps with not crying out) because his ouchie hurts worse than last night, and the pain is making his head go even fuzzier, fuzzy like last night, which is the bad way because when it gets even fuzzier then he really is just a big baby. But…but Ford said he’d take care of him, so is it really bad, right now at least? He doesn’t think so, it’d be real nice to be taken care of when his head gets so fuzzy he can barely think. It’s probably for the best that it happens with his big brother here, because he blinked and suddenly he’s at a table, not in the bathroom anymore, and he has a new sweater on. He still has Poindexter and Ford’s blankie in his arms, though, so he doesn’t panic as much as he thought he would, especially not with Ford sitting next to him at the table. He just lets his mind go into that nice, super fuzzy feeling.

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Ford’s getting worried about Stanley. While he was redressing his burn in the bathroom, Stanley’s mental state seemed to worsen, reverting back to the glaze eyed and clingy person he was yesterday, except it seems that this Stanley seems more…stuck in his head? Ford doesn’t know and he’s internally panicking because he cannot tell if this is indicative of some head injury Stanley had gotten-unlikely as his pupils contracted all the way and his head had no bumps, cuts, bruises, or scars-or if this was something to do with his inner psyche, a concept Ford has scoffed at and derided but is in sorely need of a deeper understanding of it now. It does seem like Stanley can understand him, if not slowly, which is good because that means that he still has his cognitive abilities about him, but he can’t find any reason as to why his brother would be acting like a child. It doesn’t seem like Ford’s done anything wrong beyond mentioning needles-driving Stan to hide pitifully under the blanket he still has clutched in his hands. It’s fine, he’s fine. He’s Stanford Pines, he can take care of his brother, he’s capable and in control enough to do that.

“Come on, Stanley, drink your juice. It’s-um- peach juice? Maybe?” Ford had taken the sedative from his first aid kit and emptied a dose from the needle into a cup of some juice he found in the back of his refrigerator. The label was mostly rubbed off, he can’t tell what the flavor is but it smells like peach so it might be. He can’t remember getting it, but the best buy date printed on the side has it listed for still being good for a week, so he’s sure it’s fine to let Stanley drink it! He holds the cup steady when it appears that his brother was going to just lap at it from the table, which would just end in an all out sticky mess that he doesn’t have the energy to deal with. It’s a bit tricky trying to get Stan to go up the stairs after that, the juice working fast and making his legs quake and look close to giving out, but he makes it to the room eventually, gently depositing Stanley on the couch and looking around for his Journal to write down his observations. He left it here when he tended to Stanley’s wound. He finds it and opens it to the bookmarked page, a rough sketch of a sleeping Stanley greeting him. Hmm, now that he was looking at it, Stanley did seem almost…cute…in a way. The look of peace on his face with the way he was clutching the bear-Poindexter, Stanley had called it (Ford is going to ignore the feelings it stirs in his chest and the ache it brings to his stomach, imagining a young teenage Stanley holding the bear tight and calling it Poindexter like-). He pulls the ear of that bear from Stanley’s mouth, the sedative mixed with all of the tension in his brother’s body must be having a toll on him, he can barely keep his eyes open. But he still has such a tight grip on the bear and the blanket, luckily Ford was able to take the quilt from Stanley’s bag while he was in the kitchen, and he tucks it tight around his brother, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips as a small sigh is released from his brother’s at the feeling of such an obviously loved item surrounding him.

Ford’s about to get up and head down to the basement to find a way to stop Bill the portal when he feels a hand tightly grip his own-it’s Stanley, of course. The first time he had done it, Ford could only bring himself to look at his brother, his eyes not seeing the almost 30 year old man, but the younger, gapped tooth version who insisted they hold hands on the pier so as not to get lost. It stirred feelings long pushed down inside of him-taking care of Stanley in this way has been doing that, bringing these feelings he pushed down up the the surface. He looks at the hand gripping his vest, then looks at Stanley’s face, his eyes, hazy as they are, seemed downtrodden and he let out a whine. He did this last night, didn’t he? Holding on to Ford and silently begging for him to stay. And who was he to deny Stanley, really? He knows he wouldn’t be able to concentrate much down in his labs, not with Stanley up here like this. All alone and in a very vulnerable state of mind. No, he’d better stay now, too, to keep watch over Stanley, who knows what kind of side effects the sedative could have, either? He settles down on the bed, sitting next to Stanley, just brushing his hair back with one hand and writing down the events of the morning in his Journal with the other, his mind feeling a bit more peaceful now than it had in a while. He’ll talk to Stanley about this later, hopefully he’s feeling better. Hopefully he may let Ford take care of him like this again. Ford doesn’t dwell on those thoughts for long, slowly sketching out another image of Stanley in his Journal, for his own safekeeping, this time.

[bxst4r]

Innocent's Redemption AU

summary :

🌺 A mouthwashing fix-it AU where the accident-prone intern Daisuke, instead of dying, is miraculously transported to the past — but with a twist.

⚠️ This "comic" has now become a written work, with each part being written instead of drawn. ⚠️

☾☀︎ MASTERLIST ☀︎☽

Part 1 (comic): "I don't want to die."

[windcloudii]

♀️ Yoojin

I was kinda torn between two options for f!Yoojjn with "Dead mom" hairstyle and regular short hair, so why don't we have both.

[transsongtaewon]

Sung Hyunjae: *gives Han Yoojin a book about empty nest syndrome*

Han Yoojin: Instructions unclear *babytraps him*

[wangxianficrecs]

tiny gentians by humancorn

tiny gentians

by humancorn (@humancorn)

G, 1k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Kidfic Exchange

Summary: Lan Wangji scolds five year old Wei Wuxian and deals with the consequences. Kay's comments: Things I didn't know I needed was having teenage Lan Wangji having to deal with a de-aged and timid little A-Ying. Cuteness overload, there is no other way to describe it. Excerpt: “Wei Ying?” Lan Xichen calls. Wei Wuxian's head pops out from behind the building at the mention of his name, his eyes wide with curiosity. Lan Xichen waves Wei Wuxian over, beckoning him to join them with a warm smile. Wei Wuxian hesitates for a moment before slowly making his way over, his little feet shuffling on the ground. He cannot be more than five years old, Lan Wangji notes, as his eyes flicker from Lan Xichen to Lan Wangji, uncertainty written all over his tiny face. “Come here, A-Ying,” Lan Xichen says gently, crouching down to be at eye level with the boy. “It’s alright.” Wei Wuxian takes a tentative step closer. When Lan Xichen offers his hand, Wei Wuxian takes it. Lan Wangji feels strangely bitter as Lan Xichen easily lifts Wei Wuxian into his arms, settling the boy on his hip in much the same way he used to carry a small Lan Wangji when they were younger. His brother, traitor that he is, gestures toward Lan Wangji and says, “A-Ying, did something happen? Was Wangji mean to you?”

pov lan wangji, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, age regression/de-aging, de-aged wei wuxian, child wei wuxian, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian, pre-relationship, fluff

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[hehearse]

i hope u dont mind me dropping ideas in ur askbox but,, Are You Satisfied? by MARINA is a very Han Yoojin song i think. prereg mainly!!

aw i don't mind! but YEAH THAT IS VERY YOOJIN PRE-REGRESSION. very much the yoojin refusing yoohyun's bloody money,,,

i see your vision, yoojin at the peak of his bitterness, with his grudge as close to heart as his love, alone, lost and misunderstood. a control freak who drove his brother away, a greedy older brother. head in hands...

i am, by the way. forever haunted by yoojin drinking himself to sleep whenever he crawled out of dungeons as the lone survivor. to then only be dragged out by the people yoohyun hired. oh yoojin you poor heart....

[mylove-thresher]

*con traje y corbata, llorando* estimados hijos de su reputa madre

[sentientsky]

i’ve been terrible at replying to people lately. i feel so guilty, but how the hell am I supposed to explain that i’ve been flaky because i can't stop thinking ab two fictional immortal losers that spend two seasons of a tv show and 5 and a half odd million years just homoerotically gazing at one another and yearning???

[gennyan]

the absolute fucking whiplash of going from webtoon chapter 1 happy cheerful yoojin to chapter 2 alcoholic depressed yoojin

[min-xie]

OC design