coffee & cuddles || cg! harvey x little!male! reader

a/c: requested by the lovely @rileys-castle, thank you for giving me permission to post this fic; i hope you enjoy it my friend ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

reader is referred to as: sweetheart, pup/puppy, good boy, little one, baby content warning: mentions of illness and chronic pain ((stay safe little firelights, you can always come back to this when you're ready))

Harvey's hand was warm yet firm against the layers of blankets that swaddled you. He gently moved it, side to side against your shoulder to not startle you awake. "Sweetheart, please wake up. It's time for another assessment." His voice was gravelly and moved in ebbs like the rumbling of a storm. You turned over slowly in your body's best effort to respond to your papa's request. Harvey gently leaned over, the bed creaking beneath his weight as he placed a hand against your forehead to brush away the loose strands of hair. Upon seeing your pained expression his mustache drooped with an exasperated sigh. "Hm.. Let me see what I can do pup."

After a few minutes, the clicking sound of the medicine bottle's cap instinctively released a pained whine from you in resistance, pushing at your caregiver's hip weakly. "I know puppy. I know. But this will help you feel much better, I promise." Harvey chuckled, methodically shaking the rounded brick-red pills into his right hand. Placing them in your hand he sat you upright while humming and bopping his head to a peculiar tune. Your eyes drew up to the skylight above your bed, the surrounding frame hung an assortment of wooden model planes that the older man loved to collect in his spare time. That is when he had the time to focus on his passions in the first place. "Don't take these just yet. I have breakfast waiting for you in the kitchen. I'll bring it to you, so be a good boy and wait for me." Nodding, you watched Harvey scurry out to the hallway with great effort.

The breakfast spread consisted of each of your daily food groups, lovingly placed in the shape of a smiley face. At the far corner of the tray sat a small plastic cerulean vase, a vibrant dandelion sat with petals outstretched towards you. Suddenly, Harvey appeared in a tumbling flash, armfuls of pillows and blankets spilling from the tips of his grasp as the whole lot came crashing down onto the edge of the bed.

A brief minute went by as the two of you took in the scene around him. The older gentleman lifted himself from the floor with a groan and re-adjusted his tousled hair, glasses, and wool tie. "Ah... sorry about that! Thought it'd be nice for you to have breakfast cuddled up with something soft, and it's about time I refreshed your old pillows." He watched you roll your eyes playfully, patting the empty spot of the bed next to you. 

As he approached, he placed another hand on your back to lean you closer to his chest. Too caught up in the act of adjusting the pillows and blankets to notice his tired features, clearly visible they seemed to match your own. “Would you like your heating pad, baby?” he asked. You nodded but then cleared your throat to ask for his affection in return. “Can we cuddle, papa? You look tired too.” He smiled and cupped your face, rubbing the side of your cheek with his thumb as his eyes gleamed with affection. “One heating pad coming right up.”

You could hear the sounds of light whistling from the kitchen to fill the gaps of silence as you ate your meal, and the image of Harvey swaying gleefully to his tune warmed your cheeks. With the wafting smell of brewed coffee warming the air, you closed your eyes, full and satisfied, and waited for the pills to kick in as stuffies were held close to your chest. Harvey would soon walk into the scene, his eyes softening to the sight of you with arms outstretched towards him in anticipation. Undressing his coat he tossed it over the chair's crest rail, quickly casting aside his triple-shot espresso on its seat in favor of cuddling his little one. "Got room for one more?" He cautiously moved to your side, relocating the tray to the floor to hold his boy close to him. He couldn’t wait a minute more, bringing you in he could feel your warmth against him. If it weren’t for his unyielding dedication to assuring the health of the other villagers in town he’d have taken the day off just to sit with you a minute longer. You snuggled in with glee, taking in the feeling of his chest against your ear, each of his deep breaths a rhythmic hymn. "Before my next appointment, I think you'd be happy to know that Elliot will be over in about an hour to look after you while I'm out." He could hardly contain his pleased smirk as he looked down at you.

You practically leaped from his grasp with a vibrant shuffle out of the bed. It had been so long since you'd last had a playdate with the extravagant novelist, and there were so many new things you wanted to do and show him. The wooden drawers would not be able to hold you back from prying them open with a collection of crayons and papers ready for your taking. Harvey would let a satisfied chuckle at your eager response, quickly pulling you into a hug from behind. With a relieved sigh, you could feel his shoulders relax and his breath tickled your cheeks. Placing a quick kiss on your temple he rested his head against your shoulder. "I'm glad to see you're already feeling better puppy. Being your papa is the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I'll do everything I can to keep you safe and healthy." 

It's not that Danny didn't try to stop them.

It's more like they really don't want to leave him alone.

Clingy they are.

It's been a day since he's been adopted by the famous Brucie Wayne. He'd tried everything to creep the man out, but?? Who knew that those aspects would make him try to speed up the process?

It's only a day, and Ember already urges him to follow Shadow, who's been leading him on a wild goose chase around the Manor.

He can hear the barely there snicker from Johnny, Kitty's muffled giggle and Embers persisting tugs.

Danny curses once he's sure the butler wouldn't hear him, giving up and following the cat.

It leads him to an office room? Shadow disappears behind the bookshelf and Danny follows behind.

He did not expect an elevator, nor how far down it goes.

Nor the giant BATCAVE UNDERNEATH WAYNE MANOR.

"That's makes explaining so much easier now."

This also explains the eerily quiet during nighttime, so he takes the chair in front of the batcomputer and sits.

Laughing when johnny falls from the T-Rex statue, overall having a good time with the trio. Hell, he nearly missed the family coming back from how hard he's laughing.

When Batman's looming form overshadows any view on his friends, Danny sobers up quickly, giving a nervous smile.

"Heyyyy, so what if i kinda found this super sketchy place, hypothetical."

"Then, hypothetically of course, you would be given an explanation and choice." Batman's stoic stance and firm voice change, from sagged shoulders and tired sigh.

Hey, that's definitely a step up from vlad.

Ember is wiggling her two fingers behind Batman's head, he stifles his giggles and nearly topples over at Kitty making swooning noises at Barbara Gordon, who is watching from the screen.

He's so screwed.

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #22

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Bring on the Night

What if Danny's white hair and green eyes showed up under blacklight? No nightclubs for him... of course, knowing him, he'd definitely still go.

Imagine someone from the DC universe gaining a crush on the mysterious alt looking dude but he's impossible to find outside of nightlife parties.

To make it more interesting, what if the nightclub he frequents is actually owned by him? Even more interesting if the nightclub is used as a sort of no man's land where ghosts and humans knowingly/unknowingly peacefully mingle with each other? Some of the more ghostly individuals are also Danny's employees and humans just see them as enthusiastically trying to fit the theme of the club. What exactly is that theme? You decide.

I feel like Danny would just make a really good host and it would easily fit in with his obsession to protect. Like a side project/hussle, but for ghostly core health.

Also think of it as kinda like vacation time for his rogues from trying to throttle him. They get a nice, safe space to freely feed into their individual obsessions without wrecking anything/anyone.

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List of roles are in the tags but can changed around however anyone pleases. Just thought this would be a fun idea for anyone to pick up and run with.

May I ask for some details about your Tav? What do you mean by hasnt really lived as a tiefling before? Like literally has never seen another tiefling? Seems like being abducted by the mindflayers introduced major life changes to your Tav

I'm sorry this took so long to answer, but I ended up doing a whole bunch of art to answer this!

Ember has a really extensive backstory that's kind of long, but the short version of it is: she was caught in the crossfire of a deal her parents made with a devil. They couldn't have a child of their own because her mother was too severely ill, so they made the deal in the hopes of returning her health and along with it the ability to bear children. Unfortunately devil deals being what they are, they ended up with Ember who the devil stole from her birth parents.

Her mom was a high elf and her dad a half-elf, and her mom's side of the family were quite vocally anti-Tiefling. Because of her mother's health problems, however, they couldn't just sever contact with her parents because they relied on their money to cover the cost of healers, expensive potion ingredients and the like. They couldn't be trusted not to be a threat to Ember though, so the decision was made to disguise her as their biological daughter throughout her childhood.

Here's an age chart!

As a result, Ember didn't even know she was a Tiefling until she was around 4 or 5, when she began to present as a sorcerer and accidentally undid the disguise spell (she ends up a bard thanks to her mom, but her control of magic comes from sorcery).

Before the events of the game, the most time she ever spent as a Tiefling was when she was 13- when her mom died and her dad disappeared, the disguise spell having relied on her mum's magic. She went through hell for a while after that and as soon as she could learn how to cast the spell herself, she jumped at the chance and went back to living as her old half-elf self. So when she gets taken by the Nautiloid, it's her being forced to actually live as her real self and as a Tiefling for the first time. As a result she doesn't have great control over her tail, because she's just straight up not used to having one.

She also spends a lot of Act 1 jumpscaring herself whenever she walks by a mirror lmao.

I do plan to do some comics that are set earlier in the game at some point, and those ones will explore more of her backstory. What I've done so far has just happened to be set in Act 3, after she's already sorted a lot of her shit out. I just have no idea when that'll actually be!

Legacy of Chronos: Daughter of the Unknown God

Through her travels around the world/Infinite Realms, Ellie stumbles on Camp Halfblood and is mistaken for a demigod. She is determined to be a legacy of Cronus (Clockwork) and the child of an unknown god with a DP symbol (Danny).

Cue everyone mistaking Chronos for Kronos and thinking that the mystery god is a child of Kronos born sometime while he was in Tartarus. This misunderstanding is not helped by the fact that the Underworld is part of the Infinite Realms and portals to the Ghost Zone where often mistaken for portals to Tartarus.

Now Zeus is freaking out and wants to use Ellie as leverage against her father who obviously wants to take over Olympus. Percy/Thalia/Nico/Lester/whoever is now trying to keep Ellie out of Zeus’s paranoid clutches and get her back to Tartarus before her father goes looking for her.

(Ellie is so happy she made new friends, they’re even going to take her on a road trip to LA. Sure they seemed really nervous when she mentioned Danny would come looking for her if she didn’t check in soon, how was she supposed to know Hellhounds are cellphones anyway)

Damn, the Ember Island Players were actually kind of radical, weren't they? The more I think about it, the more it feels like the only way it makes sense in-universe is if being Fire Nation propaganda wasn't the point of their play at all. Aside from a barely tacked on ending where Ozai kills Aang, the play is remarkably sympathetic to the Avatar and a bunch of enemies of the Fire Nation, even framing them as being heroes. Even at points in the story where theyre literally killing Fire Nation soldiers, the narrative still seems to be on their side; they're the underdogs, the relatable ones. Its true that the Fire Nation values strength, but still, you'd expect that in a propaganda play they would be portrayed as at least a little bit more sympathetic... And sure, to some extent the gaang's characters could be seen as defamatory caricutures (the slander on Iroh specifically was probably intentional), but that also might be due to the Players getting a lot of their information from the cabbage man, someone who actively hates the gaang and only ever really sees the worst of them. (And notably, that also means that the Players had worked with an Earth Kingdom merchant to produce the play.)

Mocking the gaang is also just clearly not the point of the play or what people are there for. Sokka's actor says that he's constantly being approached by fans; people genuinely love these characters. The gaang have built entire dedicated fanbases in the Fire Nation because of this play. Honestly, the fact that they're on a remote island is probably the only reason they're able to perform the play the way it is. I imagine it would get shut down pretty quickly on the mainland. Considering all the propaganda in the Fire Nation that we've seen so far, I wouldn't be surprised if the ending was only written that way because it's illegal to write a story where the Fire Lord doesnt win. The play reads less like propaganda and more like 'we're doing the bare minimum to get this story past the censors.'

I'm really curious about what it's like behind the scenes for the Ember Island Players. Are their shows just simple, shlocky entertainment, or could they also be deliberate political commentary? With no recording technology, a play is easier to slip under the radar than something like a book: it's impermanent, stays in one theatre, and performances can be easily tweaked if, say, Fire Nation royalty happens to come by. It's interesting to me that Ursa seemed to like them, while young Zuko had a disdain for them, saying they 'butchered' the story of Love Amongst the Dragons; in all likelihood the version of the story Zuko grew up with in the palace was heavily propaganda-filtered itself. Although, to be fair, they're arguably just not very good playwrights. When it comes to the characterization, I do think some of it only seems bad because we know what the actual characters are like, but a lot of it is just bad writing clearly meant for cheap entertainment. For example, they sexualize Katara quite a bit (and there's other, better analysis out there I've seen that examines how they fetishize her as a Water Tribe girl). And, of course, all of the characters are reduced to shallow and stereotypical comedy.

Still, I think they're worth commending for doing their research and telling a story about enemies of the state that's both sympathetic and surprisingly accurate to actual events, if not the characters' personalities, amidst the Fire Nation's rampant propaganda and misinformation. From the little amount of information about them we can extract from the show, they seem like honestly very interesting people. They're walking this tightrope line between being very close to the heart of the Fire Nation but also separate from it; between being cheap, inconsequential entertainment and being a source of actual news for Ember Island citizens; between telling the underdog story about a ragtag group of children and still trying to make it look like Fire Nation propaganda. I'm not trying to make any big argument on whether they were 'actually good people' or whatever, I just want to know more about them. I kind of wish we could see their production of Love Amongst the Dragons now...maybe I'll write something about them someday

Elemental (2023)

Forgotten Flame:

Ember remembers what it was like, being a nobody. She remembers skipping school with the other punks, guitar in hand and jamming it out for hours on end in Eddie’s basement. Will and Ronny shootin’ the shit, smokin’ cigs. Chloe trying to teach Mandy some basic chords on the keyboard, giggling and stumbling and fingers tangling.  Leonard strumming a beat on the bass, Eddie banging and crashing and no doubt breakin’ their ears and making them go deaf, Ember humming out melodies flowing like rivers.  She remembers the first time she saw a guitar, remembers seeing that red 1971 Univox Hi-Flier gleaming in the window of the local music store on her way to make groceries with her mom. She remembers, vividly, standing there in all her pre-teen glory and thinking that one’s mine.

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My oneshot submission for @phicphight :)

For @aggressivelyclueless and @anguishedlurker and their wonderful prompts!

Sampard fic idea:

Sampo is Aha, an all-powerful, divine being condensed into a human shape. He's playing mortal for shits and giggles but no matter what he's an Aeon: divinity always seeps through his skin and he can easily drive people to madness just by slipping up, showing a glimpse of his true face. Some mortals can sense it better than others, but they always experience some... influences when around sampo for too long: shivers doen their spine, a sort of giddy/anxious feeling of unease, an instinctual urge to either attack sampo or bow to him, getting choked by laughter and having bells and revelry ring in their ears. He hides it, but when mortals are close to him for some time the divinity will always slip through.

Gepard gets close to sampo, arrests him and tackles him and yells at him, but theres... nothing. Gepard is absolutely, completely blind to divinity. He senses absolutely nothing inhuman from sampo, he frowns and is confused when other guards complain about sampo making them feel uncomfortable or hearing things around him. Gepard is just the most boring, normal human in the universe. He is so, so far from divinity and sampo finds it fucking hilarious

Icarus gets the fuckig hug (so i can sleep peacefully)

"Do you want a hug?"

The question caught them off guard. They weren't expecting that. They weren't really expecting any of this conversation to go the way it has. They weren't expecting Rae to even be there today.

They knew the answer, of course. They couldn't remember the last time they'd been hugged. But the thoughts ate away at their mind, telling them that they didn't deserve a hug. Especially not from Rae, and yet here he was. Telling them he missed them, he loves them. Offering that hug. That human contact. Something so simple, so basic yet something they craved so deeply.

"y- yeah... please"

They took a hesitant step towards Rae and he closed the rest of the distance. He wrapped his arms around them and they melted into his embrace. They didn't know what to do with their hands, so they remained awkwardly standing there as their brother held them. He was crying. They were trying so hard not to.

They missed him, too.

Hi! Can I request cg! Nanami hcs with little reader?

of course you can! i apologize in advance for using this image but he looks so peaceful here,, let's just pretend our baby boy is fine and we're all going to the beach with nanami, alright? ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

dynamic: cg! nanami kento

a pretty straightforward caregiver, he would work best with regressors that prefer consistent routines.

just to get this out of the way; nanami is instincitvely super protective of those younger than him, whether physically or mentally. a tame example would be walking together and as he listens to you ramble he'd silently brings his hand out to stop you from stepping in a puddle. on the more extreme situations he will always put himself between you and danger, turning into an impentrable fortress of strength and might.

he is extremely blunt when critiquing things that you present him as it can be hard for him to turn off the "mentor" switch. you'd be proudly showing off your skills in the hopes of receiving compliemnts and he'd lecture you on the ways your form could improve.

he prefers to be followed without much question or hassle. i would think that his caregiving style is very similar to his teaching (despite not being a teacher), and that he calls the shots but only to ensure your safety and well-being.

would understand regression from a logical standpoint rather than how it would feel to experience it personally. he'd do his best to provide everything you need to have a safe and comfortable experience, but lack the warmth of cooing you with soft words or bundling you in his arms.

a man of very few words, the majority of his caregiving would be in his own head. the two of you would be somewhere and he'd nod along while planning a thousand different bullet points to your schedules, from the outfits that the two of you would be wearing to the next formal to tomorrow's breakfast and whether he'll pick it up or have it made in the morning.

his main form of affection is including you into his routines. in the morning he'd let you help him fix his tie while he adjusts your outfit to perfection, or leaving you notes in your lunch to have a good day with a cute drawing of your favorite animal.

his second form of affection is noticing. he may not verbalize it but you bet your favorite snacks and drinks will always be restocked, your favorite show will always be favorited on your shared streaming sites and your preferred regression items always cleaned and ready for use.

when you have a particularly hard day he'll be waiting at the door with a soft grunt to your presence, carrying armfuls of flowers and plush toys.

if it could be summarized in a form of love language nanami is the ultimate caregiver for acts of service. making sure to make an extra cup of coffee/tea/warm drink next to his in the morning to silently putting on your favorite music to play throughout the house to make chores go by a little easier, it comes as second nature to him and you'd often wonder how he's able to perform such thoughtful feats mindlessly without ever asking or mentioning it to him.

because you'd never have to ask, once he undestood what it meant to be your caregiver you've become another meaningful addition to his secure and comfortable life and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Danny loved this dimension!

First, the yellow ring powered attacks, and now the fear gas! Jazz would have an aneurysm if she ever found out how high he's gotten in the past week alone.

Now, if only he could shake off these pesky green lanterns and the giant bat guy.

Haunting this dimension seems like promising bonding activity between him, Ember, Kitty, and Johnny!

He really should hunt down that yellow lantern guy, tho, that stuff was great quality.

Chapter 10!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35830534/chapters/139387765#workskin

Summary:

“What’s with the blanket?” asked Legend suspiciously, an eyebrow raised.

Wind suddenly gasped, darting over to Twilight. “Is that a baby?”

The group went silent at the last question, and Twilight nodded with a small sigh.

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An unknown time period, a ruined town, and a baby who only raises more questions then answers.

Wild did not sign up to be father when he came on this quest but by Hylia he’ll try his hardest.

We’re back, folks! Enjoy chapter 10!

Another thing I've been muling over: a complain I've seen about Maiko is that she keeps him from going on the right path—and... I agree.

For Mai, Zuko's well-being is her sole concern and the rest of the world could crash and burn and that's... Okay?

Realistically speaking, your support system should NOT be one person. One thing I love about ATLA is that (despite romance writing not being one of it's strong points) the lack of ships that follow the tropes.

Kataang is not an archetype. Neither is Sukka or Maiko.

Having your support system be just your romantic partner isn't healthy (for them or for you) or realistic. But most romances do that and until I watched ATLA it didn't occurred to me that that's not a good thing.

ATLA and Maiko are very realistic in that Zuko needs both the Gaang and Mai. He needs the Gaang to hold him accountable for every shitty little thing he did—and he needs Mai there to keep from spiraling and self-destruction.

Zuko and his uncle were de facto conquerors, so they had to do much more to redeem themselves than Mai and Ty Lee (mere soldiers, but NOT innocent) had to.

Zuko had to work hard to earn the Gaang's forgiveness (personal opinion: he should've grovelled more and he should've been called out on his racism against Aang) and Uncle Iroh reconquered Ba Sing Se in the name of it's people.

They both did reparations to the very people they hurt. And their crimes were much more direct and vicious compared to Mai and Ty Lee’s.

As someone not as responsible as them, Mai and Ty Lee's redeeming themselves was at the Boiling Rock.

And well, when Zuko is Firelord right after the war—he would be paying for the crimes of his ancestors. He needs the Gaang there to keep from acting like he did with Katara pre-Southern Raiders (everyone else seems to have forgiven me!) and he needs Mai to keep himself from actually spiralling into self-destruction and undeserved guilt (Sozin's and Ozai's faults aren't his even if he's paying for it and someone needs to remind him that)

So, yeah. He needs them both for different things.

As for Mai, her conflict was that she was never allowed to express herself. And loving Zuko made up for that—she finally stands up for something she believes in (not in the cause, but in Zuko) and Zuko didn't even have to do anything beside exist. He didn't “fix her.”

Although, again I do have the the complain that Mai has to do a lot of emotional labour for him and if you really are gonna shit on Maiko: it's Zuko who needs to step up, not Mai—well, Mai tried to “fix him” and she couldn't!

That's so important to me!—I’m tired of girl fixes boy narrative. And she couldn't fix him because only he could fix himself and Mai herself is used to making the best out of a situation and being selfish/passive/choosing the path of least resistance. She tried to do to Zuko what worked for her (or maybe didn't, considering she was coping)—and well—later when Zuko's Firelord it'll be Mai who keeps him from harming himself.

Zuko needs both to be balanced out.

He needs multiple people to act as support system and that's both healthy and realistic. Mai isn't everything and neither should she be.

I know what the comics did; don't bring them up here. It's not about the comics.

Titan tower-infirmary

Beast boy munching on a sandwich, starring deep in thought at embers flaming hair: "so, I know you guys are able to ignore gravity for the most part, but does your hair flame always point to up?"

Ember, currently applying mascara and other assorted makeup to dannys sleeping face: "uh, usually why?"

Beastboy: "just curious how your hair would react in an actual weightless location like space, not just the realms.

Dani, idly floating next to dannys stretcher resting her head in her hands: "Same as those NASA videos, there's no up so it balls around its source".

Ember grimacing: "Ugh, don't remind me"

Beastboy: "why, did something happen?"

Danny pretending to be asleep: "she stowed away in the Apollo 11 capsule in '69 hoping to get broadcast worldwide, let's just say it would have been hilarious if it worked!"

Ember resisted the urge to swat his face, undoing all her work. "Probably would have worked if you didn't stop me"

Robin: "I dont recall anything unusual happening in the recorded footage... wait, is that what the time gap was about?"

Dani: "that's because gramps told us to deal with it, so we did. We have a copy of it if you want to see it, has to be stored outside time though so you'd be going to the infinite realms for a bit to do so".

Danny opening his eyes to look at ember: "hey, you still looked hot, even if turned out like a pixie cut!"

Ember glaring: "don't make me draw on your face babypop!"

Danny grinning: "and ruin all your good work? Never!"

Beastboy proceeded to protect his sandwich as ember started fighting danny around the room!

Fire in space

𝐸𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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a/n: this story has been just living in my mind rent free for idk how long but i decided to finally just write about it and put it all out there! this is the first time i’m posting publicly on tumblr please don’t be mean to me and i decided to share my thoughts on the story.

Summary: you are born in a lab and have been experimented on for all your life working to be the perfect weapon. you soon finally have enough of it all and when you get the chance you break out, learning about the incredible power you have. after you’re free from the lab you run into frank castle who’s searching for his own answers (set in s1 of the punisher). you two soon believe that the answers you’re seeking are very closely linked to one another’s.

Warnings: blood, gore, violence, torture, language, slow burn, ptsd, i suck at writing

Pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

Chapter 1 ❥ Chapter 2 ❥ Chapter 3 ❥ Chapter 4 Chapter 5 ❥ Chapter 6 ❥ Chapter 7 ❥ Chapter 8 Chapter 9 ❥ Chapter 10 ❥ Chapter 11 ❥ Chapter 12 Chapter 13

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