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-ˏˋ⋆ i wouldn’t love you, not in this universe or another by flowersfortheghost on ao3 ⋆ˊˎ-

☆ Chapter 4: Sorry, I can’t take your touch, it’s not that I don’t want you ☆

Gwen and Miles have succesfully proven Miguel wrong. But now they have to continue their act and go home for a while.

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i didnt hold back on the angst, yall have been warned. also i didnt know what to do for the cover banner thingy so here. an atsv frame

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Democracy wins, here’s my casual design for Louise! Took inspo from @littledigits’s design in terms of the colours, but wanted to put my own spin on it! Gave her black trousers to match her other freaky friends and uhhh I forgot my design process for everything else. Anyways Louise has two dads supremacy

[haryuwu]

[babsvibes]

Sleeping Shrewdly rated G

Sleeping Beauty is the tale of a beautiful princess woken up from a spell by her true love's kiss. This isn't that.

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bob's Burgers (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Louise Belcher/Rudolph "Regular Sized Rudy" Stieblitz Characters: Louise Belcher, Rudolph "Regular Sized Rudy" Stieblitz Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Cuddling, Kissing, Dorks in Love, One Shot, Self-Indulgent, Aged-Up Character(s), just two idiots in love sharing a late night snack, no beta we die like men Summary:

"maybe she wasn't eating enough at dinner time, or maybe it was just some weird psychological thing that came along with being born a Belcher."

Just a silly, fluffy little one-shot about an older Louise and Rudy sharing a late-night snack. <3

title from the song "peach pit" by the band peach pit lol

[10millionotters]

Daybreak

Rating: Mature

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, König, Original female Character(s)

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley/Original female Character, John "Soap" MacTavish/Original female Character

Word Count: 3886

Additional information: Alternate Universe, The Last of Us AU, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Post-Apocalypse, Grief/Mourning, Implied Relationships, Hurt/Comfort

Nobody could have made him believe for even just one second, that mutated fungi would force the world to its knees.

He had seen everything.

War. Torture. Chemical weapons.

But this? This was new.

They weren’t prepared for it.

Read it on AO3 or under the cut

If anyone would have asked him just a few years ago, how he imagined the end of the world, he would have thought of something more… realistic.

War.

Famine.

Climate change.

Things that were tangible enough for him to conceptualise to a point that he could feel nothing about them.

They were always around him, he did his part to combat them, but it felt too far away from his lived reality to become a threat.

Nobody could have made him believe for even just one second, that mutated fungi would force the world to its knees.

He had seen everything.

War. Torture. Chemical weapons.

But this? This was new.

They weren’t prepared for it.

Would things have been different if they were stationed back home?

Johnny, felt his hands brush over the old wood of the bookshelf he kept up for Marie. Sometimes he found still intact books when he went out for raids.

He knew she hated it.

She had stopped talking long ago.

After they lost Price and Gaz it was like, something inside her broke.

When she screamed to leave her behind with Simon, it began to fade.

Her voice was weak but she still spoke to them, tried to make them laugh.

But now?

Now she was completely silent.

They had made home in a family’s abandoned house.

Johnny had removed all photos except one.

Marie kept it in a little shrine.

How could she still pray?

After all that had happened it felt like God had abandoned them.

Johnny looked out of the window, his eyes fixated on the three little mounds of dirt, the little crosses that Marie had carved out of dry wood.

He looked back at her.

She was sitting on the sofa, reading quietly.

These days, she did nothing but read.

Sometimes people came stumbling upon their little homestead because they heard of the “doctor” who lived there.

They didn’t need to protect themselves from raiders. Not after König had blown the last one’s head off clean, propping up the body as a warning.

Sometimes Johnny wondered just how immune König was to this plague that had ravished the entire world.

How much human was still left in him?

But then he caught himself feeling ashamed when he saw how gentle König was with Marie.

He had risked his life to find books and yarn for her.

She knitted warm clothes for them.

The winter would be long and hard.

That was for sure.

Sometimes people traded seeds, the adults in this household had hoarded plantable seeds in their garage.

With clever management they would last the 3 for as long as they’d live… here.

As long as they’d live here.

Johnny groaned quietly.

“When the hell is he going to come back…”

The sun was nearly setting.

They had enough fuel for the generator to keep it running but they made an agreement to only use it in the winter.

The solar panels were still working but neither of them knew how to keep them intact.

One day, they’d have to pack up and leave.

Now it was summer, they could rely on heat, the rain.

The very few things that made life somewhat pleasant but once winter would come supply runs would be harder.

Maybe even impossible.

If they lost another ally among their ranks it would be over.

It wasn’t right to think like this, but if push came to shove he wanted to be the one to -

What’s wrong?

“I don’t know when… König’s going to come back. He’s running late.”

I don’t think it is a good idea for you guys to go out on supply runs alone, Johnny.

“I know, Marie… but I can’t just leave you here alone.”

You know I was in the special forces too!

Even when she signed every word she said, she still sounded angry.

“I’m sorry.”

I can’t lose either of you two. Not after all that has happened.

Johnny turned away, he didn’t want her to see the pain on his face. He needed to be strong for her.

“We need to prop up your beans tomorrow,” he turned back around, she got angry when he didn’t face her during conversations.

My tomatoes too. I need to start canning and pickling things. Did you find any salt on your last run? I need it for pickling. I might be able to make vinegar myself when the apples start coming in.

“I didn’t know you’re a chemist too.”

Very funny. One of the adults seemed to have good information on homesteading. What do you think I was reading every day?

He swallowed dryly.

Maybe something to get your mind off this horrible situation we’re in?

There was no way he could have ever said that to her.

“There’s movement in the woods!”

Marie jumped up, nearly tripping over her feet as she dropped her book on the ground.

“Stay back.”

Johnny’s voice was firm.

She touched his arm in confusion.

“Go upstairs and lock the door. Don’t come out.”

There were sounds in her throat that sounded like protest.

“Marie. Please.”

The firmness in voice was overtaken by desperation.

She squeezed his arm and ran upstairs.

Once he heard the door fall into lock he picked up his gun and stepped outside.

The stranger approached the house at a steady pace.

Who the hell… were they…

With a steady hand, Johnny lifted his rifle.

“Don’t fucking move or I’ll shoot!”

“Please it’s my daughter -“

“I said don’t fucking move.”

“… please my… daughter she’s very sick she needs a doctor,” it was only now that he realised she had been holding a toddler in her arms this whole time.

“Steaming bloody Jesus…”

“I-I promise we’re not infected it’s something else -“

Johnny felt his stomach drop, “I’ll be the one to make sure of that.”

He kept his gun at the ready as he approached the strangers, “Don’t try anything funny now.”

The woman tensed up as she saw the scanner in his hands. How in the world did he get his hands on it…?

“… you’re weren’t lying about the infection, but I still don’t know if I can trust you.”

Especially not since they still had no idea where König was.

“Please I…l…”

Stunned silence overcame the woman as she stared at the house.

Johnny didn’t dare to turn around but he already knew.

“Marie, I told you to stay back.”

The sound of her footsteps was firm and quick, he could hear her chatter.

It was the most noise she had made in years.

Can you show me the child?

“I-I am sorry I don’t speak…”

“She wants to see your daughter.”

“Oh! Of course,” the woman carefully unwrapped the child, both mother and daughter were roughed up.

Not the most ideal conditions for a sick child.

Marie took the child and rushed to the house.

The woman desperately looked at Johnny who sighed and gave in, “Go.”

He watched the women leave and kept a close eye on the tree line. Still no sign of König.

Inside the house, Marie carefully prepared a bath for the child.

It was the first time in years that mother and child saw clean, warm water.

Marie would have loved to explain that this house had its own water supply, they had found the connection to the well 3 days after… moving in.

… the family had hardly left when they came.

Nobody knew what had happened to them.

Or at least… she didn’t.

Johnny and König probably kept the information safe from Marie.

“My name is Louise Matthews… that’s my daughter Debbie. You’re… Marie?”

The woman only nodded knowing she couldn’t speak to the stranger.

“I’m sorry, the marines don’t really teach you sign language during basic training.”

Another soldier?

She could talk to Johnny and König later.

… if König would ever come home that was…

Marie drained the filthy water and rinsed off the child. She was lethargic.

But she’d be okay.

The little thing was emaciated.

She probably just needed proper nutrition and she would be fine.

Being clean and warm would help too.

A little boy and a little girl used to live in this house.

Marie had made sure to keep their rooms tidy, knowing full well they would never return.

She didn’t want to hand Debbie back to her mother, so she wrapped the child up in clean towels and carried her to the girl’s room.

“W-Where are your children?”

Marie only shook her head, remembering the little mounds of dirt and the makeshift graves, Matthews felt a cold horror creep up her spine.

“Oh my God I am so sorry -“

Marie sighed internally, she couldn’t explain to this woman that she had no children.

Maybe, in a different life.

In a kinder life.

If Simon was still…

She flinched at her own thoughts and hurried to get the child dressed.

Dwelling on it wouldn’t help her.

Once she held the sleeping child in her arms, she gestured for her mother to take a shower.

There were enough clean old clothes for two women.

The washing machine ran just fine too.

Lord knew for how long… König was strong enough to do the laundry by hand, that was for sure.

Marie watched the little girl sleep peacefully, she quietly left the room to prepare clothes for their… guest?

Yes, their guest.

Once she was done, she lifted little Debbie up and carried her into the living room. She prepared the sofa for the child so she could keep a better watch on her.

Matthews would probably take a long shower. Marie couldn’t blame her, she did the same when they first arrived. So did the boys.

Johnny slowly walked back into the house, dejected.

He would give König until sunrise.

… maybe 2 more days.

Then.

It would be time until their supplies ran out.

Two graves.

He’d never be able to cover his own.

The child just needs rest. She’ll be okay. Any sign from König?

“Not yet no…”

The gun weighed heavy in his hands.

Simon had taken himself out in an act of selflessness.

Price died protecting Laswell.

Gaz had sacrificed himself in an explosion to kill a bloater.

Only König, Marie, and him were left now.

How would they go?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Marie opened her arms to Johnny who could feel himself grow weak.

It had been years since he last cried.

She held him so gently that he felt every part of his body scream, every part of him ached.

For a better future, for the past they hadn’t cherished enough.

How he missed hearing her voice…

Marie hummed for him, at this point he knew he’d never hear her say his name ever again.

His fingers dug deep into the fabric of her shirt.

If only he had died and not Simon.

“O-Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean t-to interrupt -“

They hadn’t noticed that Matthews had finished her shower until she said something. Johnny backed away from Marie and took position at the front door again.

Marie got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare food for the group.

It wouldn’t hurt to feed two additional hungry mouths for a little while…

Matthews felt awkward. Should she have stood quiet?

Either way, it would have been awkward for all parties involved.

She turned to Debbie who was still sleeping peacefully.

“Your wife is very kind,” the silence was getting too heavy.

Marie turned to Johnny in shock, who looked back at her with a firm gaze.

“She is. I’m lucky to have her.”

There was a faint blush on her cheeks and Johnny felt his tired muscles form a smile on his lips.

“What the hell…”

He grabbed his gun as he watched headlights appear in the woods.

Raiders?

Now?

They were done for.

It was a single car, if he’d shoot the wheels he’d be able to buy the group some time.

He watched Marie grab her kitchen knife, but gestured for her to stay back.

The door ached under the force that Johnny used to open it, gun raised he stepped outside.

“Don’t shoot, Seargent! It’s me!”

“How the hell did you find a working truck you madman?!”

König parked the vehicle in a safe distance to their house.

“Let’s say… there’s a reason this supply run took so long, come help me get these things inside. We got lucky this time around!”

He had filled a few crates with useful things he had found.

“I almost shot you.”

“That’s fair.”

They carried the goods inside, once it was all unloaded König noticed the new additions to their group.

“Oh, hallo.”

Matthews felt a cold shudder run down her spine, who in the world was that?

“This is König, he’s a… old friend of ours. König this is…”

“Louise, Louise Mathews and my daughter Debbie.”

The awkward silence spread once more, it was only interrupted by Marie’s happy chirping.

You found so many amazing things, König!

“I did my best,” he nervously shifted his weight and tried to laugh it off.

But he felt proud of himself.

It meant they could stay here, stay like this a little while longer.

Can you boys set the table please?

They wordlessly went to work, Matthews was kneeling next to her daughter, brushing the hair out of her face.

She didn’t mean to intrude on these poor people like this.

… normally people had to trade in order to receive treatment but she had already given up all her valuables for food.

She had to keep Debbie alive until she reached the settlement in which she suspected her uncle to live in.

News travelled faster now that people slowly began to adapt, and everyone knew someone.

But little Debbie had gotten sick, the rapid change of temperatures between day and night, running from the infected and hiding from raiders had taken its toll on the mother and daughter.

“Mommy?”

“Mommy is here darling -“

“I’m hungry.”

Little eyes opened wide, the girl sat up with the help of her mother and looked around, “Where are we?”

“I found a doctor for you, she’s a very kind woman.”

Debbie looked around and her eyes fixated on the people in the kitchen.

Mostly, the tallest one among them.

König nearly panicked when he realised that the child was looking at him, usually they were scared of him.

“Are you a real person?”

“I am.”

“Why are you wearing a bag over your head then?”

“The world is scary, it helps me be brave.”

Debbie’s eyes grew bigger, “Like Mr Waffles used to do for me?!”

“Who’s Mr Waffles?”, oh no. Johnny didn’t want to engage in conversation now here he was…

“My… oh… he was my plush bunny. I lost him, but he’s okay I’m sure! He makes someone else happy now!”

The three adults looked at each other, Marie gesturing towards the dining room.

After dinner, they could let Debbie play with the toys the children had left behind.

They walked over to the neatly set table, it wasn’t a lot of food but more than enough for the small group.

Enjoy your meal!

“She said, enjoy your meal.”

Matthews smiled apologetically at Marie, “Thank you…”

If it weren’t for the goodness of her heart, her husband probably wouldn’t have let Louise and Debbie stay, let alone get cleaned, dressed and fed.

She got that.

More than anyone else.

Protecting your family always came first.

“Why do you speak with your hands?”

Debbie watched Marie intently.

“She says, one day, I got very very sad. Sometimes when that happens, people will lose something important. I lost my voice, but I learned sign language for an old friend,” Johnny tried to hold back the tears that were welling up in the corner of his eye.

She didn’t have to be this honest but growing up in a world like this, you couldn’t possibly shelter the kids from everything.

“I lost Mr Waffles, that made me very sad. But I still have mommy! And you have your family.”

Marie smiled and chirped affirmatively.

Neither König nor Johnny expected her to ever speak again, but that was okay.

They finished their dinner in perfect silence.

It had been so long since Matthews had eaten a warm meal.

There was no way she could ever repay these people for their kindness.

A few large tears rolled down her cheeks, the adults let her cry.

Debbie reassured her mother that she wasn’t sad, it was okay that Mr Waffles was gone, maybe he had just found a child that needed him more.

What a good child she was…

“Please let me help you clean -“

Matthews stood up when the other adults did.

Debbie had found a safe corner in the dining room, a box of building blocks had caught her attention.

“You’re our guest.”

“I insist.”

Marie shrugged it off.

We will get done faster with help.

“You’re right,” Johnny sighed and gestured to Matthews to follow him.

On their way back to the kitchen, she finally noticed the little altar.

The picture.

Dog tags with names she had never heard before.

The children… this house didn’t belong to this group of people. But that wasn’t unheard of these days.

Matthews felt a little ashamed for making assumptions about the kind strangers.

But they had suffered a great loss, that was for sure.

“Are you guys ex-military?”

“No 10 horses would get me to join FEDRA, no matter what they promise us,” Johnny felt a stinging pain in his chest.

Maybe they would have lived if they had joined them.

If they stood in the QZ - no.

No, they had made the most sensible choices for themselves.

At the time.

They were still here.

Their friends had died so they could live, he would honour them by not questioning the choices that had brought them here.

“What about you?”

“Marines.”

Johnny only nodded, he had guessed that much. There were certain quirks that gave away who they were in another life.

None of these things really mattered now.

Their training was a joke when it came to the infected but it was good enough to keep other humans at bay.

At times, it were the humans that scared Johnny more than any clicker, stalker or bloater could ever do.

Once the kitchen was cleaned, the clock struck 1 in the morning.

“I think we should go to bed,” they secured all entry ways, locked up the windows and turned off the lights.

How could they be so sure nobody would come to harm them?

“We have… quite the reputation around these parts,” even that of being mind readers?

“I only heard of the doctor that lives here.”

König looked at Matthews for a good long while, “Then it’s just proof that people trust you. Otherwise, you would know what he’s referring to.”

There was no malice in his words, but for a moment Matthews felt nervous.

That at least meant Debbie was safe right?

If these people had a… reputation.

I can set up the guest bedroom for her, but I am sure she wants to stay with her daughter. Can you ask her what she wants to do?

“Your daughter would probably sleep better on a bed, we have a guest bedroom, but it’s separated from the kids room of course. We also have a cot.”

“I would like to stay with Debbie please,” Matthews highly doubted that she would sleep at all, but she appreciated the kind offer.

König and Marie walked upstairs first, setting up the accommodations for their guests.

“I… still don’t know your name,” Matthews watched the man intently. Out of all three, he had been the most cautious around her.

Every kind interaction seemed to slide off him like water off a duck’s back.

“John. John MacTavish.”

A little smile formed on her lips, “It’s nice to meet you, MacTavish.”

For the first time since she arrived here she watched him smile. It was broken. But it was still warm.

Matthews picked up her daughter who was fast asleep.

They walked upstairs, König and Marie waiting for them.

The medic, not doctor, checked the child one last time.

She should be in a stable condition overnight. I really think it’s just exhaustion.

“Debbie needs to rest, more than anything else right now, but you’re safe here,” Johnny gestured for König to join him. They walked down the corridor.

Matthews only watched them for a while, then she turned to Marie.

“I can’t… thank you enough for your kindness. I can’t give you anything in return I’m afraid, not right now.”

The woman only took her hands and chirped happy.

She knew that there was nothing she could tell her that Matthews would understand.

But she had given her something that Marie hadn’t felt in years.

Hope.

Hope for the future.

Maybe one day they would be okay.

She hugged the woman goodnight and rushed after the men.

Matthews closed the door of the bedroom and sighed.

Little plastic stars illuminated the ceiling.

Soft moonlight made Debbie look like a ghost.

The spectre of the life she was supposed to lead.

Happy and safe, surrounded by toys and books and dreams of one day growing up in a world that was open to her.

Not… a world overtaken by creatures that mercilessly hunted them down.

Louise sat down on the cot.

Normally she would have hated it, but she hadn’t slept in anything resembling a bed in years.

She felt tears well up in her eyes.

The world had ended.

But she still had to protect hers.

Once she lay down, she felt every cell in her body scream in agony. It had been days. Weeks.

Months even since she had last slept.

Power naps had kept her alive, but real actual sleep?

She hadn’t had that in forever.

The pillow was so soft and smelled nice.

Her blanket wasn’t too thick or too thin, the nightly breeze lulled her into a sound, dreamless sleep.

It was warm.

Bright.

Louise slowly woke up, but jolted awake when she found the children’s bed empty.

“Debbie?!”

Frantically, she got up, put on her boots and left the room in a hurry, the house was quiet -

Where was everyone?

Did something happen while she slept, did Debbie -

The sounds of joyful screeching echoed through the garden.

“You can’t catch me!”

“Don’t be so sure about that!”

Debbie was playing with König while MacTavish helped the good doctor prop up her tomatoes and beans.

All the fear and tension that had overcome Matthews fell off her.

“Good morning. We didn’t want to wake you up, you were sound asleep.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

She needed rest. The journey to her uncle’s settlement was still long.

There was no telling what obstacles they’d face.

If she wanted to survive, if she wanted to protect Debbie, she needed to be on top of her health.

“Why don't you stay a few more days? We could use a helping hand around here and it seems like König made a friend.”

It wasn’t anything the doctor had prompted, she was happily chirping while pruning her tomatoes.

“I would love that.”

[lz-didyounotice]

The girl with a thousand faces : Part 1

Hey guys! hum warning, this is my first fanfiction on Doctor Who. I wrote this one with the tenth doctor in mind. English is not my primary language, so please be indulgent. This fic will be in two or three parts depending on what the general reaction will be :0 So hum yeah. Also in the first chapter, you're given a certain name, but it will not be definitive.

Froggit-

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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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Your destiny wasn’t what you could call “normal”. For a human at least. 

Playing, studying, going to college, finding a job, having a family, and growing old, could be called a winning ticket. You, on the other hand, had to deal with something else for as long as you could remember. 

Remembering. Here was something you were good at, something you had done for dozens of years without even understanding why it was happening. All those faces, all those lives you had to leave behind you. A single heart that had to grow again and again, without knowing where it would end up next, what language it would speak, what future it would be. 

A miracle some would call it. To you, it was purely a curse. The process of dying, being conceived again, growing up, and remembering your past lives, was getting tiring as the years came by. But here you were once again. And this time, your death had been quite special. Never would you have imagined dying to free a city.

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Paris was beautiful, it was true. But too many people lived there for it to be breathable. Summer was a pain in the ass, having no air circulating between buildings, and the cramped space of the streets, making the temperature grow higher each passing day. It wasn’t bearable. Breathing wasn’t easy, and there was as much that water could solve. 

Today was one of those days. Waking up to windows covered in craft paper to reduce the heat coming in the house, the rod from your old shutters, still in a corner of your room waiting to be saved. A kitchen, a little too small for even one person, and a pan to heat the water. A simple life in a busy city.

The bus had taken its sweet time to arrive, making you late for work. As soon as you entered the small café, you were in for quite a lot.

“Oh! Louise te voilà enfin! t’as presque une demie heure de retard, Naeva te cherche partout. J’ai mis ton uniforme dans l’arrière boutique 

oh! Louise! here you are, you’re practically Half an hour late, Naeva was searching for you. I put your uniform in the back

-Ah! Merci beaucoup Fély! je ne sais pas ce que je ferais sans toi. Désolée pour le retard, mon bus a encore été dévié.

Ah! Thanks a lot, Fély! I don’t know what I would do without you! Sorry for being late, my bus took another route again.

-C’est pas à moi qui faut dire ça, allez dépêches toi, on ouvre dans 5 minutes.”

I’m not the one you should tell this, and hurry up, we open in 5 min.

With a big smile, you walked by the kitchen to finally get dressed in your work attire.

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Working wasn’t a passion. Making drinks had become mechanical long before even entering this café. Made it more of a chore to keep a place to live. 

Even with the knowledge of a thousand years, you had stayed here, certain that something special would happen in this life. This “something special” came with the name of John Smith. A beautiful man in a striped suit, bearing a gorgeous smile. Never would you have guessed that this man could bring so much trouble with him. 

You were happy to have learned how to regain your memory faster. And practicing sports did wonders. But Running from potato-headed soldiers wasn’t how you imagined your Monday to go. Their guns secured in hand while they tried to shoot you and the man beside you. 

Somehow, you managed to get shot in the side. Sure it hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t your first rodeo with this kind of injury.

Making a new turn, the two of you had entered a small building. As soon as the door was closed, you heard a weird vibrating sound and saw “John” hunched over the door lock.

“It should last us a bit before they can get us.

-Who the heck are you ?! You seem to know an awful lot about what those are.  

-I’m the Doctor.

-The Doctor? What kind of doctor runs from bald potato soldiers?

-I could ask you the same. And you were also shot. Do you think you can still help?

- I might die either way. Let me be useful….”

“ So… what is the plan? “

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The Sontarans had tried to sneak a bomb on Earth. Similarly to a mine, someone had to walk on it for it to detonate. In this case, only a human could make it explode. The bomb was still on their ship, and the Doctor had found their teleporter. 

The safe was easy to find, but to take down the fleet, the bomb had to be activated. 

“Doctor, I know it’s not the best option, but I'm the only one here able to make the ship go down. I’m already injured so it wouldn't be a big loss. You'll probably find me again in another life anyway. You, on the other hand, I’m not entirely sure.

-What do you mean another life ?! You're not dying, not on my watch…!”

The brunette seemed stressed. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you had too much time in your life to know what was going on in his head.

“You know what? Can I promise you something?

-I don’t think I quite follow but go ahead.

-I promise you, I'll always come back. No matter what. Might take a few human years but I'll always be back. No matter the life. “

The doctor seemed surprised. Humans surely made shallow promises in the hope of making things better, and to make others less guilty. But the sincerity of your voice made him believe it, and it scared him.

“Who are you, Louise....?”

All you gave him was a small smile before picking yourself up, blood still spreading on your shirt despite having transformed your apron into a temporary bandage. Only three digits were necessary to open the door. Your hand on the lock, the door slides open, and the monstrosity you had before your eyes made you want to throw up. You knew of the pain that was going to go through you. It wasn’t your first death by a bomb, but the last blasted your brain in tranches below the surface.

The bomb looked like a normal sewer lid, it would have been easy for a citizen to mistake it for a normal one. Checking Behind you, you had hoped to see the face of the doctor one last time before taking a step.

His eyes held sorrow, convinced that he had to make something else work. In comparison yours held hope, knowing that it wouldn’t be your end. But as red lights came into existence, he had to run. His eyes turned as he ran away to get to safety.

Once you knew he was far enough, as your foot barely touched the bomb, you felt your skin burn like a thousand suns. It was almost welcoming.

Darkness took over, letting you sink into the unknown.

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Has you opened your eyes again, all you could see was the face of a beautiful woman. A halo was drawn on top of her head, as she whispered a sweet lullaby.

making gurgling noises, you finally reached for her nose, desperate to touch something again. And all you saw was her smile as she put her head against yours. Your name fell beautifully from her lips. 

“Welcome to the world… Y/N Noble…”

[bluedalahorse]

Friday Young Royals Poll!

Inspired a little bit by some of the comments in this discussion thread re: developing secondary characters in fanfic and getting very attached to them.

Obviously I can’t have a poll button for every character, so I have divided everyone up into extremely arbitrary categories.

My personal answer to this question is probably Louise. Even though I have approached her differently in every fic, I care about her so much. Nils recently zoomed into second place after I wrote Swell the Numbers. Honorable mention to Linda after I enjoyed letting her be a human being with hobbies in Sand and the Scale.

If you write fanfic, I’d like to hear stories from your writing process. If you don’t write fanfic but like to read it, I’d love to hear some stories that stuck with you.

Let me know your answers and reblog for a bigger sample size!

[flowwochair]

Doves and their Peculiar Taste (Aimevout) - Prologue

After much debate (and because apparently I have to wait to make an AO3 account????) I decided to post the prologue to the fic I have been working on here, depending on how long AO3 takes to release me from purgatory I might just go ahead and post the chapters I have so far on here too. NOTE: The fanfic starts with Aimée's engagement to Lannes and is meant to end with her wedding to Davout following her as she becomes disillusioned with Lannes and falls in love with Davout, who she meets by chance at an event hosted by her brother, the prologue is set before this. Although I tried to stick as much as possible to historical accuracy here there will most likely be bits that are not as accurate. I attempted to be as accurate as I could be to Aimée's initial engagement to Lannes and how things were going back then but I don't have a lot of specific info on that and the specific circumstances she was in and this fic is largely my own creative take on how the engagement was dissolved and how Davout and Aimée met. In reality, I don't even know if Davout and Aimée had met at all prior to their wedding, let alone have a soapy lovey dovey will they won't they slowburn romance develop between them. Likewise, I did my own take in characterization to some extent, I wrote the characters involved the way I see them/think of them, but some of them will change throughout the fic (notably Lannes, Davout, and Aimée). I apologize for any historical inaccuracies, like I said this is my own creative take about a very specific situation which I don't have a lot of insight on :((( . TLDR: there will probably be some historical inaccuracies here and there PLEASE dont be mean to me about it or I'm gonna cry and show up in your living room and throw up on your carpet, thank you. Anyways, enjoy.

Prologue – Scene 1

“An illegitimate child with another man?”

The words slapped Lannes back into consciousness as they left Bonaparte’s mouth.

“I find I should be concerned myself, my situation is not much better than yours, but, how do you feel?”

Lannes realized he had been venting to Napoleon without a second thought, and only then did the reality hit him. What now? Well, Napoleon was the best person to ask wasn’t he? “What now?” Lannes looked up at Bonaparte with a puzzled look, seeming almost as if half awake. “I guess I need a new wife”. Bonaparte could see his sorrow being converted into anger, typical for Lannes given his nature, “And have you thought of someone?” he asked, to which he earned  a quick reply from Lannes’s increasing frustration “Fuck no.”

Bonaparte reclined on his chair, staring down at Lannes who sat on a camp bed, his back hunched, his eyes on the floor. “Lannes,” as Bonaparte called, he looked up, eyebrows still furrowed, “You’ve become a close friend to me… and what do we want in life if not to see our friends cared for?”. Lannes’s expression changed to one of confusion, “What? Do you have someone in mind?”, he didn’t like it when Napoleon was vague with him. “I have already sought connections for my sisters, they are cared for, however, they themselves have connections which aren’t.”

“Well honestly I’m not sure if I wanna think about women at all right now.” Lannes hastily got up as he spoke, grabbing his hat in the process and turning towards the tent’s opening, until Napoleon stood up and grabbed him by the arm, “God, listen to me won’t you” with a movement of his chin he gestured towards he chair he previously occupied, “Sit.”

“Fine”, Lannes sat “Hurry up.” “My sister, Pauline, is married to Charles Leclerc, you know him do you not?” “Yeah whatever I think so”, Lannes gestured vaguely. “Leclerc has unmarried sisters, one in particular who is at proper age, Louise-Aimée-Julie Leclerc.” “I never met this girl.” “I have heard and read snippets of her character here and there, she seems like a docile girl, well behaved, just a bit shy but perfect for marriage, especially as a rebound after something like this. Not to mention, by marrying her, you would be brought into my family through her connection to my sister. You would be cared for in being provided with a good loving wife, a wealthy familial connection to the Leclercs, and a connection to me.” He spoke more as if he were pitching a business deal than as if he were pitching a marriage.

Lannes still looked at him, but this time with some interest. It would seem the ‘sales’ pitch may have been successful at hooking him in. Access to wealth… a connection to Napoleon… a docile wife who would not give him a bastard child. “Huh… What does she look like?”.

“Brunette, brown eyes, small stature, she is quite petite.” Bonaparte replied, still in the tone of someone selling furniture. “Well you know how I am-“ “I do and I am hoping you would not take such a style with her.” Bonaparte replied sternly, “Her brother is quite protective of her Lannes, you should treat her as a crystal if anything.” “Sure… well, fine, let’s give it a shot.” Lannes said, standing up once again, this time with a much more interested expression. “Great.” Napoleon stood up as well, extending his hand towards Lannes, “I will propose the idea to Leclerc tomorrow, he has been looking for a suitor to his sister, surely he will be pleased.” Lannes shook his hand “Surely”, he said with a smirk.

Lannes, having put his hat back on, then left Napoleon’s tent, as Napoleon sought an aide to write a letter to Leclerc on his behalf.

Prologue – Scene 2 Egypt had been hell for everyone involved, by then the campaign was falling apart and if anyone knew this for certain it was its leader, Napoleon Bonaparte, his return to France was already in plans. One of the many men condemned to stay in the hellish uncaring desert was one Louis Nicolas Davout. In a situation not too dissimilar from that of Lannes, having recently divorced his wife for an incident of a similar nature, he was down on his luck, one of the few things which at the very least kept him alive was his friendship to one Louis Desaix. “Davout?”, Desaix whispered, entering Davout’s messy tent, a stained jacket sat in rough shape on a chair near his bed, where Davout himself was sitting, staring at his glasses, the left lens badly shattered.

“Still awake hm?” Desaix sat on the chair facing him, his eyes attempting to meet Davout’s downward gaze. “Mhm.” He didn’t speak much, he never did, even to his closest friends, but still Desaix could read him so well, and he knew Davout was tired, he had been for a while. Desaix gently took the pair of glasses from Davout’s hands, which made Davout look up at him, “I’ll get take these with me, and send you a brand new pair from France! Whaddya think?” Desaix smiled at him. Although his expression did not change, Desaix could tell Davout’s mood had lightened slightly at the interaction. “Have you thought about what I said to you?”, Desaix kept his eyes fixed on Davout, concentrating in reading his expression. Davout looked down again, making Desaix concerned. “I don’t see the point. I tried once, it did not go well, why should I try again? I doubt it would result in success, besides I don’t have much to offer, it would simply be a pointless transaction on both ends.” Davout answered in a matter-of-fact manner, he looked up at Desaix once more with a straight expression. “You just haven’t met the right girl yet, you’ll see”, Desaix had been insisting a similar plea to Davout for long now, it wasn’t the first time Davout had heard him say this. “I am to return soon… I could… I could sneak you, yes, in the ship back to France, and-“ “General Bonaparte would never-“ “I don’t care what he has to say! I’ll sneak you in, I’ll take you to France, maybe you’ll meet someone there! Maybe at least you’ll change your mind, I could-“ “Desaix.” At this point, Davout was looking at him with concern. Desaix realized he was failing at hiding his distress. “I’m sorry.” He realized he had lifted off the chair towards Davout when he was speaking, he sat back down. “I worry about leaving you alone, I really do.” He placed his elbows on his knees and rested his chin on his knuckles. There was silence between them for a little while.

“I’ll be fine,” Davout spoke, as he did Desaix looked up at him, his smile slowly reappearing. “I suppose as long as I am alive I am fine”, Davout shrugged. “Surely”, Desaix chuckled. Hesitantly, he stood up. “Keep me informed Davout, we should meet as soon as you yourself return to France, which I am hoping will be soon.” “I’ll try to remember to write to you, but you should write to me when you get there.” Davout responded, Desaix laughed at his response much to Davout’s confusion. “I will, have a good night Davout, I hope you’ll be at the port before I leave.” “I am hoping you do not intend to-“ “I won’t sneak you into the ship I swear! I just want to say my goodbyes that’s all” Desaix spoke honestly. “I’ll be there.” In a rare sight, Davout smiled at Desaix.  “See you.” Desaix gave Davout a pat on the shoulder before leaving his tent, still holding Davout’s glasses in his left hand. Not long after, Davout blew the only lit candle inside the tent, and tried his best to fall asleep.

Surely I’ll be fine.

[toomanytookas]

Discovering Lit Through Fic: A Rec List

Created for the Pedro Pascal Fandom Bingo Game from @burntheedges! The challenge was to create a rec list of 3+ fics for a single trope or theme.

It's always fun to find mention of a book, poem, or other literary work that you love in fic, and I also enjoy how such inclusions can lead to finding new things to read!

A bit of a tangent, but there's a fic that I've very frustratingly never been able to re-find in a different fandom that I still will never be able to forget because I have two books on my shelves because of it! Funny how things can stay with us even as they disappear.

This list brings together works that I have encountered in the PPCU fandom that have somehow incorporated mentions of published literature (including poetry, prose, and one play so far!). Some integrations are more central to their tale while others are a passing mention, but each is a fun little easter egg that adds a unique dimension to the characters and stories at hand.

Alpha sorted by character then by author. I will update as I find more!

Ben

Visiting - @ladamedusoif - chaptered (ongoing) Works featured*: War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy; Spielberg, Truffaut and Me: An Actor's Diary by Bob Balaban *I've only just started reading this one today (haven't even gotten a comment off, but I promise I will soon, Rose, sorry to jump the gun and do this first!), but I'm pretty sure there will be more references given that Ben is a lit prof. I'll come back and add once I'm aware of them.

Dieter

Below the Line - @prolix-yuy - chaptered (complete) Work featured: Wieland by Charles Brockden Brown

Frankie

snowdrop - @5oh5 - part ii of a chaptered work (ongoing) Work featured: A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle

All for You - goodwithcheese - chaptered (complete) Works featured: The Big Burn by Timothy Egan; The Book of Delights: Essays by Ross Gay

Javi

Paranoid Heart - @goodwithcheese - chaptered (complete) Work featured: The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers

Joel

Maintenance Request - @burntheedges - chaptered (ongoing) Works featured: Poetry by Louise Glück, Ross Gay, ee cummings, Anna Akhmatova, and Alexander Pushkin (trans. Babette Deutsch)

Dawn's First Light - @honeyedmiller - oneshot Work featured: No Exit by Jean-Paul Sartre (as well as a quote from a letter that he wrote that the internet has widely decided not to identify the source for (sigh), but I think is likely one of the letters he wrote to Simone de Beauvoir... Will update once I've figured it out or someone lets me know!).

Lucien

this high of you & me - @kedsandtubesocks - oneshot Work featured: The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo

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If you know of or have written works that fit this theme, I'd love to hear about them! Please feel free to shout them out in the comments. Also if you're an author I've read and I accidentally left a work of yours that fits this theme off the list, please forgive my swiss cheese brain and let me know so I can add you!! 💕

Date first published: 5 April 2024 Date updated: 5 April 2024

[flowersfortheghost]

-ˏˋ⋆ am i dreaming (of your love) by battleofthelarynx on ao3 ⋆ˊˎ-

☆ Chapter 8: Small moments in a child's room ☆

Three moments spent in the room for Gwen and Miles’s first child, two before she was born and one after.

xxx

feeding the people fluff bc i swear this fandom is allergic to happiness😔 (i love yall tho, the angst is very yummy)

[ltwharfy]

Recently, I was looking over my list of stories on AO3 and I realized that today is the first anniversary of when I published my first "Bob's Burgers" fic, "Surely It's Okay If I Just Tell Pancake?". In some ways, it's sort of weird to think that was only a year ago; in others, it seems weird that it happened at all.

I never thought I would write "Bob's Burgers" fanfic. It had been maybe 15 years or more since I had written any fanfic or any completed fiction writing.

Then one day I just woke up with the idea for this story in my head. Maybe it's not that surprising, since I at the time I had recently come up with the idea of rewatching all the episodes with Rudy in them. Which led to me wanting more content about him and Louise. Which led to me looking at "Bob's Burgers" fanfic and fanart again for the first time in years.

So, maybe it's only natural that I would come up with my own idea. But then I wrote it down. And shared it. And some people actually liked it.

And since then I've written 16 more "Bob's Burgers" stories. And I sometimes think about writing fics for other shows or writing original works. I've discovered that writing can be a creative outlet I enjoy again, not just a thing I have to do for work.

And then I joined this silly website, and found out how wonderful the "Bob's Burgers" fandom here is. And I've got a bunch of cool mutuals. And even made some really meaningful friendships.

And, when I was writing that first story, I found myself having a surprisingly strong emotional reaction when writing one line, which lead to me to examining what that was all about, and led to me actually addressing some stuff in my own life that I'd been ignoring for too long and hopefully growing as a person. (Which seems like a weird thing to say about a story that can be summarized as "9-year-old boy talks to stuffed fish" but I'm mentioning it because it matters to me.)

And for all those reasons, I'm so glad I wrote this story.

Finally, I reread the story for the first time in months and, it's still one of my favorite stories! I might be biased, but even after writing more stories and the show adding new details about Rudy- I still think this story is cute and sweet and captures Rudy's voice really well.

So, happy anniversary "Surely It's Okay If I Just Tell Pancake?", and thank you to everyone who's read, kudosed, and commented on it over the year!

[cuubism]

Heads Up, Seven Up

Tagged by @valeriianz :) ✨

Rules: post the last seven lines you wrote! Then tag others!

You did 7 paragraphs so I think I'll take that liberty as well.

From In Waking Dreams:

“Before I was summoned into Roderick Burgess’s trap,” Dream said. He did not know what Hob would do with this information. Be rightfully frustrated with him for not revealing himself sooner? “I… came. To your home. I had intended to speak with you, though I did not know how you would receive me. But I was pulled from your doorstep.” Another thing Burgess had stolen from him. Hob looked startled, then pained. “Why?” he asked. “Why then?” “Our anniversary,” Dream said quietly, tightening his grip in Hob’s shirt. Hob was forced to turn back to the road, but Dream could tell he was still listening. Hob frowned. “That was… what, thirty years before, though?” “I don’t operate on quite the timescale of mortal men,” Dream said. Hob chuckled. “Guess I’ve noticed that.” “You were very gentle with me, then,” Dream said. His voice felt hoarse from not speaking for so many years, but still he spoke. He wanted Hob to hear it. He had spent long in his cage wishing he had voiced more of this. “Patient. With my untruths.” With my fear. He had been afraid, then, of what they had, of what they might lose. But the way the Dreaming had responded to Hob, gave him dominion over Dream himself… Dream had known how deep his feelings went. “I could no longer tolerate our relationship being only in dreams. I wanted to be—” your husband. He couldn’t quite make the words pass his lips. Finally he said, “Real. To you.” For the Waking world was what Hob would consider to be real.

It only took 40k+ words to have an actual real conversation in this fic XD

tagging @silver-lily-louise, @pellaaearien, @five-and-dimes

[babsvibes]

Swiss Missing Her

Logan’s on a boys trip in Colorado, but his mind is elsewhere.

[eunoias-blog0]

Dating Calvin Fischoeder headcannons [Cause I'm too lazy to write a full fic]

My bad if the spacing is very strange, I wrote this on Google docs on my laptop and had to paste it, please forgive me if it's bad lol

@self-shippingbingus e

Meeting him for the first time!!!

●Yall meet at the restaurant, obviously

You're there to visit your older brother Bob and his wife and kids, he's there to collect rent.

You're messing around with the kids when he comes in.

"Hello Belchers! And…you." 

Linda is immediately suspicious.

You greet him with a shy nod and a hello, before he turns to Bob and asks about you.

Bob explains that you're his younger sister, born just before his mother died. [Reader is late twenties/early thirties]

He nods and goes quiet before asking you for your name. You give it to him and he immediately gives you an odd nickname.

It's weird but endearing.

He collects the rent silently and leaves, glancing at you several times during the whole interaction.

He's got a crush <3

        First time he asks you out!!

●You're at the pier with Louise, Gene and Tina when they leave you alone to go on some ride you were scared of (me projecting my fear of rollercoasters lmao)

He finds you sitting alone on some random bench and stops to say hello, asking you some questions about yourself and what you thought of WonderWarf

He specifically asks you how you feel about the rides he came up with/ parts of the Warf he designed.

He gets all flustered if you compliment them <3

He later asks you if you felt like going on the ferris wheel with him, to which you decline as you can see the kids returning, but offer to go another time instead.

He nods and says he'll meet with you the next day for a date in the Warf

He walks away before you can answer, only giving you a time and what to wear 

It goes lovely, he gets you dinner afterwards at a nice restaurant (you make sure to tell him Jimmy Pesto's is off limits, which he respects) and you give him a kiss goodbye at the end of the date <3

          Dating him!!

●I don't pin him as a super jealous guy, but he definitely gets a little possessive most of the time. He's not super vocal about it, opting to just wrap an arm around your waist and glare at the person or rest his hand on your lower back and whisper in your ear. He also gets super pouty and upset if you ignore him.

He takes you on his trips everywhere, it annoys Felix sometimes but he's gotten used to it.

He's not above firing someone or upping their rent if they upset you.

He loves physical touch but gets fidgety and can't sit still for all that long, but he loves messing with your hair or your hands, holding them and/or tracing random shapes on the back of them softly.

Gives THE BEST forehead kisses and usually gives them when he's proud of you/happy.

Shows you off to EVERYONE 

He is so happy you're his, he wants the whole universe he's yours.

He won't show it very outwardly in public but he's always smiling even slightly when you're around. 

He's not too bothered about telling your family, but he knows you're worried about Bob finding out so he keeps a low profile when they're around/when he comes to collect rent.

Except he doesn't really and he still flirts with you constantly, he just doesn't let on you're dating.

The kids definitely know. Especially Tina, she thinks it's super romantic and cool that you have to hide your relationship. 

He calls you honey, darling, my love, beloved, mistress and Dove

You call him Cal, Caviar (rich person joke lol), Fish-man, sweetheart, my love, and hon <3

      Telling Bob and Linda about you guys!!

●I think how Bob finds out is that one time him and Calvin were tied under the pier. 

Calvin suggests calling you, knowing you'll answer. He recites your number off by heart as if Bob doesn't know and Bob gets suspicious.

He starts asking questions and gradually starts yelling, a mixture of confusion, anxiety from the whole pier thing, and hurt that you didn't tell him.

Might make a fic out of this lol

Calvin explains, leaving out the details he knows you would be able to explain better and general stuff he thinks you'd rather talk to Bob about in private.

Bob slowly calms down and talks about how he's scared of how much his younger sibling is growing up so fast.

Calvin sympathises as he felt that way with Felix (tho felix still acts like a child most of the time)

After they're out from under the pier, you run into his arms crying and yelling at him to never scare you like that again. 

He pats your head gently and kisses your forehead, still aware of Bob being around though he's occupied with Linda and the kids.

Linda sees you guys hugging in a more-than-friendly way and gasps

Bob just sighs and is like "Yeah, I know." 

The kids start telling them about how they knew all along.

You have a heart to heart with Bob later on, he says he's not entirely okay with it but he understands you love Calvin, and that you'll always be his kid sibling no matter what <3

          Random headcannons!!(some nsfw)

●He LOVES to spoil you. Too much at times and Felix gets jealous.

Felix was jealous when you first started dating but you guys are friends now.

You and Fanny hung out before she tried to murder your brother and your boyfriend and several other of your loved ones.

He wants kids but realises it's already a burden living with the Fischoeder name and is scared he'll be a bad father.

Grover had a crush on you when he first met you and tried to fight Calvin for you. He lost.

NSFW ahead!!!!

○Breeding kink.

Probably more of a sir kinda guy than a daddy but is down if you're into it.

He'll choke you but only lightly, he doesn't wanna hurt you.

Spanking is good though, if you're OK with it. The choking is just a little much considering he's been almost murder several times.

He's like a good 5-6 inches. 

Insecure about his body but you make sure he has nothing to worry about obviously.

Loves to praise you!!!!! All the praise!!! 

Praise mixed with teasing but no heavy degradation.

"Such a naughty little thing, so good for me"

Will degrade you if you ask but his default is praise <3

[hetacupid]

Hetalia Human Names

NOTE: This is my personal interpretation and the names may diverge from canon and established fanon. Also I might update this every so often to make it more accurate, depending on the information I find.

Table of Contents

The Main Characters

Western Europe

Northern Europe

Eastern Europe

Southern Europe

Western Asia

South Asia

East Asia

Southeast Asia

Oceania

Micronations

Former nations

The Main Characters

Italy Veneziano: Feliciano Vergano

I chose the name Vergano instead as it keeps the essense of the original surname, but is actually Italian.

Italy Romano: Lovino Vergano

Germany: Ludwig Beilschmidt

Japan: Kiku Honda

Prussia: Gilbert Beilschmidt

America: Alfred Franklin Jones

I like the headcanon of his middle name being "Freedom", but Franklin is my personal favourite.

England: Arthur James Kirkland

I came across this in a fic a while back and never looked back. This man needs a middle name.

France: Francis Bonnefoy

Russia: Ivan Braginsky

China: Yao Wang

Canada: Matthew Williams

Western Europe

Austria: Roderich Edelstein

Belgium: Laura Janssens

Liechtenstein: Erika Vogel

Luxembourg: Henri Janssens

I've also used the name Gabriel before, but it doesn't seem to be used much in Luxembourg, so Henri would be more fitting.

Monaco: Louise Bonnefoy

The name Louise and it's masculine variant, Louis, appear a few times in the Monaguesque royal family.

Netherlands: Willem Janssens

Willem appears a few times in the Dutch royal family, and it sounds a bit older than other suggested names, which reflects his age and general vibes imo. I really like this name.

Switzerland: Sebastian Zwingli

Personally I see his name "Basch" as a nickname for Sebastian. It's also easy to adapt to his official languages: Sebastian/Sébastién/Sebastiano. The Romansh variant would be Bistgaun, but the archaic version seems to be Bastgaun, which is more similar to Basch. I headcanon that he goes by the name "Basch" in all languages to make it more cohesive.

Northern Europe

Denmark: Mathias Rasmussen

I'm from Scandinavia myself and I don't know if it's widespread, but I've heard people say "all Danish people are named Rasmus" more than once, so I like to incorporate that into his surname.

Estonia: Eduard Kaasik

Around 50% of Estonia is covered in forest, and one of the most common tree types is birch. Kaasik is a common surname and means "birch forest".

Finland: Timo Väinämöinen

Iceland: Eiríkur Steinsson

Steinsson means "son of Stein (given name meaning stone)",. Also Emil isn't traditionally Icelandic, but it's widely used. Personally though, I prefer the name Eiríkur.

Latvia: Raivis Bērziņš

The surname Galante corresponds with the modern Latvian opera singer Inese Galante, but I couldn't find anything to suggest it's commonly used or that it's Latvian at all. Bērziņš is one of the most used Latvian surnames and means "birch tree", like Estonia's surname. Personally, I don't see the Baltics as siblings, but I think this would be a cute reference.

Also, based on what I read, surnames became common in Latvia around the 19th century, with Bērziņš being one of them. Latvia could have picked up whatever the people around him (Estonia) was using and made it his own.

Lithuania: Tolys Laurinaitis

Norway: Sigurd Bondevik

Sweden: Berwald Oxenstierna

Eastern Europe

Belarus: Natalya Arlovskaya

Bulgaria: Mihail Petrov Isporov

Isporov is the family name and is derived from an alternative name of Asparukh, the first king of the First Bulgarian Empire.

Czech: Tereza Novakova

Hungary: Erzsébet Héderváry

Moldova: Marcel Popescu

Poland: Feliks Łukasiewicz

Romania: Vladislav Popescu

Slovakia: Jozef Novak

Ukraine: Iryna Chernenko

Southern Europe

Greece: Herakles Karpusi

Portugal: João Silva Ferreira

Spain: Antonio Fernandez Carriedo

Western Asia

Cyprus: Stasinos Karpusi

Stasinos was one of the first European poets who wrote the epic poem Cypria.

Turkey: Sadiq Adnan

TRNC: Tarkan Adnan

South Asia

India: Rajesh Thakur

East Asia

Hong Kong: Leon Wang / Wong Kulung

Macau: Chen Wang

South Korea: Im Yong-soo

Taiwan: Mei Lin

Southeast Asia

Thailand: Prasert Chakri

Vietnam: Lien Nguyen

Africa

Cameroon: Emmanuel Mawdo Ahidjo

Many of the most commonly used forenames in Cameroon are of French or English origins, such as Emmanuel.

Mawdo means ‘elder’ in Fulfulde.

Ahidjo refers to the first president of Cameroon.

Egypt: Gupta Muhammad Hassan

Seychelles: Michelle Mancham

Americas

Cuba: Carlos Machado Rodríguez

Oceania

Australia: Daniel Kirkland

New Zealand: Zachary Kirkland

Micronations

Hutt River: Christopher Kirkland

Kugelmugel: Leopold Edelstein

Ladonia: Erland Oxenstierna

Molossia: Jacob Jones

"JJ" :)

Sealand: Peter Kirkland

Seborga: Romeo Vergano

Okay listen. I have no explaination, I just really like this name. Also, if the names of the trio is Peter, Wendy, and Romeo, they're all named after characters from literature. I think that's fun.

Wy: Wendy Kirkland

Former Nations

Ancient Egypt: Neferure

References the only biological child of Hatshepsut.

Ancient Greece: Helene

Ancient Rome: Marcus Valerius Maximus

Marcus is the praenomina (given name) and refers to how Romulus and Remus were said to have been twins of Mars, the god.

Valerius is the nomen gentilicium (hereditary name) and means “to be strong”.

Maximus is the cognomen and means “the greatest”.

Germania: Alaric

Holy Roman Empire: Otto Beilschmidt

Personally I like the idea that HRE and Germany aren't the same person, but share the same body.