kim and ron baby fanfiction

He died a 32 year old man on a Tuesday. He woke up as Ron Weasley. Not a child pretending to be Ron — a grown man, fully aware, with all the memories of a life already lived and the complete knowledge of a war that hasn't happened yet. He knows how it ends. He knows what it costs. And he has decided, quietly and with considerable patience, that it is going to cost significantly less this time.He's can't fully stop it — he's not Dumbledore — but he can make it hurt less. The plan: Destroy the Horcruxes, Keep Sirius alive. Harry gets a better life than the books gave him but most importantly make sure to bring everyone home in the end. What he didn't plan for: genuinely loving this family. A father who finds Muggle engineering genuinely miraculous. A mother who notices everything and says exactly as much as she means to. A sister who says true things directly and takes his cooking personally. Traveling with his siblings. Cooking lessons in the Hogwarts kitchens. Languages acquired overnight and a camera that catches the moments nobody else thinks to photograph. Friends who turn out to be more interesting than the story gave them credit for — Harry, who is braver and quieter and funnier than anyone gives him credit for. Hermione, who argues with him as an equal, which is her highest form of respect. Neville, who is right about things more often than he knows. Luna, who says the true thing in the voice of someone who has decided the truth doesn't need defending. Becoming someone worth being. And falling, slowly and completely, for a girl who has been watching him the whole time. Slice of life. Canon-aware. The war is coming. That's not the main story. Reincarnation SI. Slow burn romance. Found family. First fanfiction —Use of AI due to English being not my first language. Thank you for reading.

The bad news is that you’re dead. The good news is that you’ve transmigrated. The bad news is that it’s into a world of mysteries. The good news is that you haven’t read the book. The bad news is… what you’ve just swallowed by mistake seems to be the extraordinary characteristic of a lucky one. “Writers need to be logical, but fate never is.” Lite Version Introduction: A mysterious fanfiction, female protagonist, no romantic pairing, monster path. this book is also know as Tarot Club Raising a Baby"

Yang Cheng, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou, was reborn into his one-year-old self. The Late Bloomer Comeback System had already arrived 500 years ahead of him. Yang Cheng looked up at his young mother, whose skin was soft and delicate, and said in a babyish voice, "Mommy." ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

"Mianhae eomma yang egois. Kita mungkin hidup susah. Tapi eomma ingin mendengar kata 'eomma' darimu" aku membatalkan niatku untuk menggugurkan bayiku. gambar-gambar yang berkaitan dengan cerita ada di kolom komentar paragraf dan [pic]

A baby? On a battlefield? Marcus is a clerk in the Imperial army. When he finds an abandoned baby on a battlefield, he has no idea what to do with her. His best friend is no help; he thinks Marcus is a sucker for taking the kid in. The slave who ends up babysitting the child is no better; she thinks Marcus has ulterior motives - bad ones. Not only that, but two mysterious female assassins appear on the scene. Whether they intend to harm the baby or protect her, Marcus isn't sure. It doesn't help that the assassins have magical cloaks that allow them to turn into birds at any time. Marcus and his friends soon find themselves caught up in things they doesn't understand: the child has some connection to an ancient prophecy, one that could have implications for fate of the Empire itself.

Back at Hogwarts for their final year, but they are surprised to find more has changed than the new walls. New laws are being put into place, and the consequences are severe. Who will overcome the challenges in the final year at Hogwarts and who will struggle along the way? COMPLETE

"Why are you still here Minji? Why would Taehyung still keep you around to look after me if he already got what he wanted..." His voice was quiet and new tears were silently falling down his cheeks once again. "Because I want to be your side Jin. Will you let me be your nurse and take care of you still? I swear to be a good one and an even better friend." His ears turned red on me and I thought I saw a little smile on his face before it vanished. "I can't do anything for you Minji. I have nothing to offer you. I can't pay you to care for me. Do you still want to be my friend even though I'm blind and penniless now?" I held his hands in mine and although he couldn't see me right now, I was drowning in those dark brown eyes of his. A smile formed on my lips as I look lovingly at him. "Not just a nurse or a friend Jin, but I want to be your eyes too. So if you let me and don't let go of these hands, I'll never let go either. I promise."

What happens when a person who loathes a character is stuffed into that character and has a weird system to make things interesting. Follow the journey of this "Ron Weasley" to find out. Note: I am giving prompts to ChatGPT and refining the chapters as I have no talent in writing ang English being my 3rd language makes things hard for me. So sorry for the inconvenience. Note: I do not own the image, I got it from Pintrest.

A famous writer find himself transmigrating to the world of RWBY. In a body with a same name, and a semblance who can copy every movement, Hyunwoo Kim started to train as hard as he can to achieve a happy ending.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.