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My Hero Academia (BNHA)
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SAME FOR UUUU, also i will be back i decided, but until after i get my measles vaccine cause i will get sick, and after my centimillimental concert, so early march :D
Eeeeeh Nu -runs and hits a wall- Anyways im half am, i sure need to get back intro writting but, life and dropping out so maybe one day yeyyy (i wanna start on hsr ones turst)
Reader x Linked Universe (mostly platonic and shennanigans)
Yes, I made it heacanon's :D
Reader is gender neutral
No warnings except the FIA
Words: 1874
You grew up watching Formula 1 religiously—blame your parents. They raised you on race weekends like it was gospel. While other kids watched cartoons, you were memorizing constructors’ standings and crying over tire compounds.
Your first words were probably “box box.”
Your idea of bonding? Screaming at the TV over strategy failures with your parents.
Now, you’re emotionally compromised whenever Ferrari gambles on hards.
Your loyalty to teams shifts based on your favorite driver, no questions asked. It’s not a betrayal; it’s just the natural flow of loyalty to drivers, not teams.
“DRS is not cheating, you coward, it’s strategy!” You’ll die on that hill. Anyone who thinks DRS is cheating is absolutely wrong, and you’re ready to go toe-to-toe with them
Don’t talk to you about Stroll or Lawson. If you hear their names in a conversation, you’ll go from calm and collected to unhinged in less than 5 seconds. Your temper flares, and the chaos unfolds. And don't even think about defending them. The conversation is over as soon as those names are mentioned.
Somehow, you managed to build a full F1 car in Hyrule, using a mix of Sheikah tech and monster parts. It’s faster than anything anyone has seen before, and it doesn’t even look like it should be able to move as fast as it does. It’s loud, it’s terrifying, and half the Chain is terrified of it. "What did you even make? A monster?" Legend asks, more than a little shaken.
You’re absolutely that person who can’t stop talking about F1 at any given moment. The Chain might be trying to make sense of your world, but you’re absolutely ranting about Leclerc’s tire management strategy one second, and the next minute, you’re throwing out statistics from Brazil 2022 like it’s your Bible. Everyone else might stare blankly, but you’re committed to the cause. "Okay, so... Max's pit stops were... chef’s kiss."
Arriving at hyrule
The first thing you ask upon landing in Hyrule—while still in shock and half-dazed from being ripped out of your world—is:
“Wait—where’s the nearest Wi-Fi? The race starts in two hours.”
The words come out like a reflex. There's no hesitation, no thinking through it. Is the end of a triple header, and you’re already panicking about missing it.
A blond with heavy armor, who stands near you, blinks in confusion, clearly not understanding your urgency.
“What starts?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion.
You, already in full-on panic mode, voice cracking from the stress, explain in an almost frantic tone:
“THE. RACE. THE GRAND PRIX. I NEED TO SEE IF FERRARI SCREWS UP STRATEGY AGAIN—OR IF WE GET MORE THAN 2 DNF.”
You’re frantically scanning the sky, the land, every corner for anything that might give you access to anything that might even remotely resemble a way to watch the race.
The panic settles in, as your eyes flicker to the unfamiliar surroundings. A group of men surround you, most of them with sword’s on them, some weird as fuck ruins and nothing that looks even remotely like a screen or a signal tower. And then the horror hits.
“Oh god, there is no Wi-Fi here, is it?”
You, on the verge of tears, completely losing it at the absurdity of the situation, shake your head in disbelief.
“HOW CAN THIS WORLD EXIST WITHOUT WI-FI? WITHOUT RACE COVERAGE? HOW CAN I WATCH MY BOYS RACE?!”
Your brain is racing faster than an F1 car with the DRS on. You start pacing, tugging at your hair as the reality sets in: you might actually miss the race of your life. (Every race is the race of your life so you are exagerating a bit)
The group of men just stares, slightly stepping away from you.
Race weekends are back
After weeks—weeks—of being with the Chain, adapting to a medieval world with zero Wi-Fi and even less understanding of modern technology, you’d nearly given up. You’d mourned every missed Grand Prix like a funeral, cried into Twilight’s shoulder over Ferrari’s probable strategy disasters, and screamed into the sky with such emotional fury that even Legend considered sending a prayer to Hylia on your behalf.
But then… salvation.
💡 The breakthrough came when Wild, bored and probably half-feral, wandered back to camp one evening with a ruined piece of Sheikah tech.
“I found this near the Zonai ruins. Think you can do anything with it?”
You, already halfway into a rant about how Red Bull had to be sandbagging again, paused—snatched the relic like it was holy—and immediately got to work.
What followed was weeks of chaotic tinkering. You begged Four for help with the circuitry. You bribed Warriors into finding monster parts to enhance the range. You threatened Wild with no cuddle privileges unless he fetched more ancient screws.
And finally—finally—after your hands were blistered and your nerves shot, it happened.
The crystal blue flicker of a bootleg screen powered by Sheikah energy.
Static.
A signal.
And then—
The lights went out.Five red lights.And GO GO GO—
You screamed. The guys panicked.Twilight drew his sword. Wind fell off a tree branch. Wild dropped a plate.
Legend, deadpan: “What fresh demon is this?”
You were crying.
“I’M WATCHING THE RACE! I’M BACK, BABY!”
Wind
Thinks F1 is the coolest thing ever.
Constantly asks you to explain the rules, the overtakes, the tire strategies. He’s obsessed. He doesn’t always get it, but damn it, he’s trying.
You let him watch a replay once. Now he’s emotionally invested in every driver you support.
“Wait—WHY are they putting hards on?! Did Ferrari do the stupid again?!”
Fully joins in on your rants. He’s the ultimate hype man. Absolute chaos duo.
Time
Is constantly confused, but so supportive in the “I-don’t-know-what-this-means-but-I’ll-pretend-I-care” dad way.
“So… this driver… he’s fast?”
Nods politely when you go off on tire strategies, but he zones out after 30 seconds.
Thinks DRS is some form of ancient dark magic. You almost cried explaining it to him.
Confiscated your Sheikah stone once when you tried to stream a race during a meting with Lullaby
Legend
Hates how much he loves watching you rant about F1.
“You care this much about people driving in circles?”
Purposely mispronounces driver names just to get under your skin.
“Ler-clerk?”
“It’s Leclerc, you absolute walnut—”
But, deep down, he’s keeping track of the races just so he can fight you with actual race facts.
Will never admit he’s invested. But, oh, he is.
Twilight
Doesn’t fully understand F1, but he loves how passionate you are about it.
He listens to you ramble about constructors and tire degradation like you’re reciting an ancient prophecy.
“Ferrari did what?” he’ll say with a wicked grin, just to get you going again.
Sits next to you during replays. You scream, he nods.
You once cried during a driver radio message, and without a second thought, he handed you his pelt.
“I don’t understand it… but I’m here.”
Sky
Tried to understand DRS using bird metaphors. It did not help.
“Wait… the wings… open? Is it safe? It doesn’t sound safe—”
Always looks mildly horrified when you’re yelling at the screen. He’s concerned about your blood pressure, honestly.
Once tried to stop you from watching a race while you were sick. You nearly bit him.
Brings you tea and sits quietly next to you on race days, just in case you need someone to hold your hand when Ferrari inevitably disappoints you.
Warriors
Loves the drama. Does not care about the technical stuff.
“Wait, there’s sabotage? Political tension? Broken hearts and break walls?”
Treats every race like a soap opera.
“So this Charles guy—you love him, but he breaks your heart weekly?”
Gasps dramatically when someone retires from the race. Over-the-top reactions every single time.
Made you a jersey (after you explained what it was) with his own fake team name on it. It says “Team Handsome.”
Wild
Thinks the races are fun, but he’s here for the adrenaline rush.
You talk about “traction” and he’s nodding while doing donuts in your Sheikah kart in the backyard.
Doesn’t really understand your loyalty shifting between team's, but he respects it.
“So… we hate Red Bull this week? Cool. Noted.”
Got emotionally attached to a rookie driver once and now asks about them every race.
Hyrule
Tried so hard to understand it for you, but quickly gave up. Instead, he just brings you snacks.
Thinks the tire colors are for fun.
“Why are the soft ones red? Are they angrier?”
Watches you stress and yells “GO GO GO!” with absolutely no clue who’s racing.
Brings you a blanket when you scream at the Sheikah tablet because you’re cold and mad at Ferrari’s strategy.
Four
Once you explained “DRS is not cheating,” he immediately somehow built you a wooden model of an F1 car to demonstrate airflow.
Now he’s obsessed with F1, but from a mechanics standpoint.
He constantly asks you for more data, graphs, stats. Has a whole journal dedicated to qualifying times.
You: “Why are you like this?”
Him: “I just want to understand why your blood boils when someone pits too late.”
Once rebuilt the suspension system on your Sheikah car just to see if it would help with tire degradation. He’s in it for the science.
Bonus (a.k.a. Unhinged Quotes)
“If I had a dollar for every time F1 broke my heart, I’d have enough money to buy Sauber and fix the team myself.”
“FERRARI STRATEGY IS RUN BY MICE. MICE I TELL YOU. THEY PUT HIM ON HARD TYRES WHEN THE TRACK WAS LITERALLY MELTING.”
“This is what Lewis meant when he said ‘Still we rise.’ I’m rising. And I’m speeding.”
“I once bit a kid who said Mazepin was better than Mick. I regret nothing.”
“Fuck Lance Stroll. That man drives like he’s trying not to spill his iced coffee.”
"I have seen Deku Scrubs with more pace. I have seen CUCCOS with better spatial awareness."
“If Ferrari just listened to their own drivers, maybe they wouldn’t finish P6 every time.”
“Every week I think Charles is going to win and every week he gets violated by a tire call.”
“Why are the only people with a working brain in the Mercedes garage the coffee machine and Toto?”
“TWILIGHT, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND—CHECO DEFENDED FOR HIS LIFE IN ABU DHABI. HE’S A WALL. HE’S A SAINT. HE’S A DAMN MEXICAN MINOTAUR.”
“My kink is pit stops under 2 seconds. If you don’t get it, you’re weak.”
“I will never forgive the FIA for how they handled Abu Dhabi 2021. If they had just given me 5 minutes with the rulebook, we wouldn’t have had half the controversy.”
“I swear, if Ferrari gets another ‘strategic’ pit stop call during the race, I’m throwing my tablet out the window. Call it a ‘technical DNF’ on my part.”
“Ferrari’s strategy is like playing poker... but with no cards. No chips. And also, they’re blindfolded.”
“If the FIA had a brain cell, it would get lost in the parking lot.”
“If I had a penny for every time the FIA messed up a race, I’d own a private jet and buy out the sport. Then, I’d fire half the stewards.”
"If I were Checo, I’d have swerved into Max just a little. Just a smidge. A friendly little love tap… at 300 km/h."
“MAX VERSTAPPEN… REFUSED TO GIVE CHECO P6… AND FOR WHAT? FOR WHAT, MAXIMILIAN? A CHILI CHEESEBURGER?”
“Max won’t give Checo DRS but he WILL look at him like he’s the last Red Bull can in the fridge. Be so for real.”
I drop this here and go bullshit my way out of class, also ALMOST END OF SEMSETEEER RAAAAH.
Also yes, this is because im gonna be put in withdrawal since not race next weekend
Ok i dissapear to finish my projects and to droll over my food
As always inbox is open, and yes person that is there waiting rn u are next :D
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And Today the 2025 F1 season ends, with a racist, trumpist mysoginist piece of shit as the champion, dont talk to me im gonna be in pain until march (BUT CHECO IS GONNA BE BAACK
Hi im alive, eeeeh I may come back once holidays start at the 19th sorry for the long hiatus, if I do come back I will start with old requests to new ones :D now that byeee
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Couple: future Poly!Chain and Platonic Wind x Reader
Warnings: Confusion & disorientation ,Confusion & disorientation,Mild language, Emotional distress
Summary: After waking up in a strange new world, disoriented and injured, you’re met by a group of strangers who feel oddly familiar.
Pain pulsed behind your eyes like a stampede of Tauros.
You groaned, dragging your arm over your face as the world slowly came into focus. The stone floor beneath you was cold, and the dull throb in your forehead confirmed one thing: you’d passed out. Again.
Great.
A low whine reached your ears.
"Denki?" you croaked.
He was already by your side, licking your cheek in worried little bursts. Sparks snapped faintly from his fur, his eyes were wide and full of concern.
You sat up slowly, trying not to pass out for a third time in the same day . Your muscles ached. Your brain buzzed. But you were awake, and more importantly, still alive.
Luna stood silently near your things, her arms folded and her eyes glowing ever so faintly. A barrier. She’d shielded you while you were unconscious.
Before you could thank her, you heard the same voices that before, closer this time.
“They are awake.”
The voice was unfamiliar but not unkind. You tensed anyway, reaching instinctively for another of your pokeballs.
“Easy,” came another voice, this one calm, measured, and older. “We’re not here to hurt you.”
You turned your head, vision still slightly swimming, and finally got a proper look at the voice’s.
There were several of them aside from the ones that you heard, all of them with some kind of weapon. Their clothes were unlike anything from Galar or any other region, things you have only seen in history book’s and videogames.
Denki let out a warning growl, placing himself between you and the strangers. Luna didn’t move, but the pressure in the air grew tense….subtle. They were ready to fight if they had to. And that included your pokemon inside their resting place’s, you could feel Eclipse’s pokeball tremble near where your hand was, and you knew it wasnt good.
But the men didn’t draw their weapons.
The one in the heavy looking armor took a slow step forward, hands raised slightly in a placating gesture. He had markings on his face, you think you recognize them from somewhere but your head is still bothering you so you can't be bothered to try and remember. His eyes scanned you, not with hostility, but with something that looked like curiosity.
“You’re not from this era,” he said. “We figured that much. Can you tell us your name?”
You hesitated. Luna’s energy pulsed gently against your thoughts, trying to reassure you.
“…Y/N,” you said at last, voice hoarse.
“Y/N,” the man echoed, then gestured to himself. “I’m Time. These are my companions.”
He signals toward them and says something, but you’re lost in your mind now. You recognize the marks on his face, too distinct to be coincidence. They correspond to the Fierce Deity Mask. A mask that belonged to what used to be one of your favorite video game sagas.
But that can’t be right. (Never mind the fact you fought a horde of Bokoblins earlier.)
This couldn’t be happening.
Yet the ache in your body was real. Denki’s weight against your leg was real. Luna’s hum in your head was real.
So what did that make this?
A dream? A hallucination? Giratina fucking with you over what happend the last time you went to Sinnoh?
You grimaced. You knew you should have apologized more to them. Maybe this was your punishment for poking around Turnback Cave like an idiot.
Either way, you were here now. And Arceus didn’t seem in a hurry to undo that.
A wet tongue dragged up the side of your cheek, snapping you out of your spiral.
“Denki!” you flinched, laughing weakly despite yourself. “Gross, what did I say about boundaries?”
Denki gave a happy bark, completely unrepentant, and nuzzled against your neck with a wag of his tail. The static discharge made your hair frizz slightly, but you didn’t have the heart to scold him again. He was just trying to help, in his own way.
One of the smallest figures in the group, stepped forward. He barely seemed older than Bonnie the last time you saw her. His blonde hair was messy, windswept, and his blue eyes were wide with poorly hidden amazement as he stared at Denki and Luna.
One of the smallest figures in the group stepped forward. He barely looked older than Bonnie the last time you saw her, maybe thirteen, tops. His blonde hair was messy and a bit dirty, he probably needed to take a bath and his eyes shimmered with barely restrained amazement as he stared openly at Denki and Luna.
“What are they?” he asked, voice high with excitement. “Are they monsters? Spirits? They don’t feel like magic, but they move like they have magic!”
Denki barked at him once, curious about how the boy acted and the boy actually jumped back a step, eyes sparkling.
“That one makes lightning!” he added, clearly delighted. “Can you talk to them? Are they yours? Did they choose you or did you choose them?”
Your lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile breaking through the haze of confusion and exhaustion.
It had been a while since you’d seen someone, especially a teenager, look at Pokémon with that kind of awe.
Most people treated them like battle partners, assets, or creatures that didn’t deserve respect. Even your friends back in Galar sometimes forgot the wonder that came with getting your first pokemon. But this boy was looking at Denki and Luna like they were something sacred.
Denki, of course (the ever-present attention seeker) soaked it all in, his tail wagging with smug pride. Luna offered the boy a slow graceful nod, acknowledging his curiosity, even if she remained cautious to the group.
“They’re Pokémon,” you said, your mind still not grasping being away from home. “We battle together. It’s… kind of a thing where I’m from.”
The boy blinked, mouth slightly agape as he processed your words. “‘Pokémon,’” he repeated, as if tasting the word for the first time. “That sounds… cool.”
He looked back at Denki, then Luna, then at youlike you might sprout wings and start flying any second.
A voice called from behind him.
“Wind,” The one with Fierce Deity marks, Time, you reminded yourself. “Give them space.”
Wind. So that was his name.
He blinked, startled, then stepped back a little, cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
“Right. Sorry. I just… they’re really cool.”
Then a new voice interrupted.
“Anyone hungry?”
You turned your head toward the new voice, cringing a bit in pain because of the small pain you could still feel in your head.
He was crouched near the fire (since when there was a fire), stirring a pot suspended over the flames. “I made stew,” he added, like that explained everything.
Your stomach chose that exact moment to betray you with a loud growl. You winced, rubbing at your midsection, and tried to pretend that didn’t just happen in front of several strangers that you were starting to be sure about being Link’s from the different Zelda games. Denki tilted his head at you, and Luna raised a brow in what you swore was amused judgment (the traitor).
The one by the fire looked up at you with a smirk that said he absolutely heard it. “Sounds like someone’s voting yes.”
“Uh… thanks,” you muttered, awkwardly pushing yourself to sit up straighter. Luna immediately moved to steady you, her hand lightly resting on your back. You gave her a grateful glance.
The man grabbed a wooden bowl and ladled out some of the stew before offering it to you.
“No poison,” he added with a cheeky grin. “Promise.”
You stared at him, then at the bowl, and sighed. “I’ve eaten curry made by Hop after he stole the berries from wild pokemon. I can survive this.”
He blinked. “I don’t know what any of that means, but I respect it.”
As you took the bowl with trembling hands, Wind plopped down beside the fire, still watching Denki with unashamed fascination. Denki, naturally, trotted over and curled beside you, but not before giving Wind one more sniff of approval.
“So,” the fire man said casually, poking at the fire with a stick, “mind telling us how youjust fell out of the sky?”
You froze with the spoon halfway to your mouth. You could feel multiple eyes land on you.
Right. That part.
You lowered the spoon slowly, stew forgotten. The warmth of the fire couldn’t quite reach the cold pit forming in your stomach.
“I… don’t really know,” you admitted, fingers tightening slightly around the bowl. “I was in Wyndon City. We were walking outside the stadium going back home. We were headed to the battle tower. Everything was normal.”
You paused, swallowing hard as you continued telling what happened.
“Then…. the ground started to hum. Just a little at first. Then…. suddenly I got pulled down by gravity…. Hop tried to grab me but….”
You trailed off, staring into the bowl. The bowl shook faintly in your grip.
“But he didn’t make it,” you finished, barely above a whisper.
Denki whined softly and nudged your side again, his ears flat. Luna’s hand rested lightly on your shoulder once more, grounding you before you started crying.
Time slowly walked toward’s you, you could feel him standing at your side” That kind of magic… it’s rare. Dangerous. And usually not accidental.”
You looked up, startled. “You think this was on purpose?”
“I think,” he said carefully, “that someone – or something – wanted you here.”
You stared at him, your appetite disappearing after hearing those words.
Wanted you here?
The words echoed in your head, louder than they had any right to. Who would want you here? And why?
Time didn’t elaborate, but something in his expression told you he had his own suspicions, ones he wasn’t ready to share with you. Still, his voice was steady, calm. The kind you used to fake after long battles when you needed to comfort your pokemon.
Now someone else was offering that calm to you.
Wind shuffled closer again, this time quieter. “If it helps,” he said, voice softer, “falling out of the sky’s not the weirdest way someone’s joined us.”
That startled a huff out of you. “I’d hate to hear what it is.”
“Twilight showed up because his horse fell into a portal while he was investigating it. So… yeah. You’re fine.”
You blinked. “His horse?”
“Long story,” Cooking guy chimed in from his spot by the fire, grinning as he poked the pot again. “One that goes great with stew, by the way.”
“Ignore them,” Time said with a small sigh, though there was the faintest ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Eat and then get some rest, if you can. We’ll figure things out. One step at a time.”
You could feel the others in the group still watching you. But for once, people watching you didn’t make your skin crawl. It didn’t feel like the press hounding you for answers or strangers waiting for you to mess up.
It just… was.
And that was fine.
Is short? Yes. Do i prefer short shit cause otherwise this was not gonna go out? Also yes. ANYWAYS IM BAAACK, summer school is over i passed all my clases and I can be happy, so byeeee, Ima go write the requests on my inbox before starting a new part for traiblazer reader -runs away-
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Me after I lend my computer for a bit to my cousin and she did some shit that deleted the the full chapter 2 of whispers of the forgotten. (That i just needed to check for spelling mistakes)
I lend it yesterday btw, I was gonna publish the chapter today after the Canada GP.
So yeah bouta speedrun today with the few notes and things i remember to see if I i can publish it at least late at night
To me, songs are kind of like bookmarks. Have you ever listened to a song that you haven’t heard in a while, and all of a sudden, all the memories of that time period come back, and you remember what your life used to be like. They’re like milestones in your life.
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