#It'll look nicer soon I promise

[shrimpinabugatti]

Letters doodle

[eunimaybe]

( 양정원 ) ⸻ 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ! ⟡

IN WHICH ⸻ jungwon gives you a little christmas surprise

( pairing ) ❜ jungwon x f!r 1092wc + fluff, christmas, angst if you squint contains ! kissing, skinship, swearing / archive

"are you really not going to be here for the christmas?" you ask as you talk to jungwon on the phone. you're sitting by the armchair near the window, staring at the snow pile up outside as the fireplace cracks near you. "sorry princess," jungwon said on the other end of the line. "maybe next year."

you can't help but let out a sigh, looking longingly at the winter wonderland outside. "i was so excited to have you over so we can build a snowman and have some time together. it snowed here, you know." jungwon left town last year for university leaving you behind, and despite what you've been telling yourself, you miss him. a lot.

you had been counting down to christmas all year, the days marked not with numbers but with quiet, vivid imaginings. you’d pictured you and jungwon sitting together wrapped in a soft blanket in the living room, surrounded by fairy lights whilst sipping on hot chocolate. a day spent outside building a snowman, recording the chaotic process with your ancient camcorder. jungwon is all you want for christmas, but it’s already christmas eve now, and jungwon isn’t here.

"gosh, i miss you so much wonnie," you say, pouting. "can't believe i'm left behind in this stupid boring town whilst you're in the city. there's nothing to do here- more sheeps than humans, i swear."

jungwon's laugh makes you smile despite your sadness.

"i miss you so much as well. i've got to go now, y/n. i promise i'll see you soon, okay?"

you roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair frustrated. "yeah, when is soon, jungwon? when is soon-"

jungwon ends the call, the line disconnecting with a little beep. you stare down at your dark screen in disbelief before letting out a huff.

asshole.

you wonder for a split second whether he's not coming back because he's not interested anymore. perhaps he found a prettier, smarter, nicer girl in university whom he's going to spend time with for christmas.

no, jungwon won't do that. he loves you.

right?

but if he did, would he really not come back for christmas without a proper explanation as to why?

and the way he ended the call with you so abruptly- maybe another girl was with him, holding his hand as he called you.

you throw your phone down on the sofa next to you, shaking your head.

"no, jungwon won't do that. he loves me." you say to yourself, saying it out loud as if it'll help convince you.

but can you really blame jungwon if he's found someone else? you aren't that pretty, and you don't even go to university with him.

amid your worries, there’s a knock on the door.

it’s soft, almost hesitant, but it breaks through the stillness like the first note of a song. your brows furrow.

you get up from the armchair, wondering who it is. it's definitely not the delivery man- you haven't ordered anything recently. a friend, maybe? no, they're all away, some of them to the city, some to the beach and some to warmer countries to flee from the biting cold of december.

so who is it?

"coming!" you call out, walking over to the door. you take in a deep breath, bracing yourself for the gust of icy cold air that's sure to blow in if you open the door.

you turn the door knob, immediately met with the cold wind and blizzard. and then you see him.

jungwon.

his cheeks are flushed pink from the cold, his dark hair peeking out of his knit beanie. he stands there, bundled in a thick coat, a dust of snow covering him and a small, gold wrapped box in his hands. he looks impossibly perfect against the pale winter backdrop, his smile soft, a little shy, but warm enough to melt away all your doubts and worries and frost in an instant.

“umm, merry christmas,” he says, his voice gentle and soft.

you stare for a moment or two, your breath caught somewhere between disbelief and relief, before stepping forward and throwing your arms around him. jungwon’s laugh is muffled against your shoulder as he lifts up from the ground to swing you to and fro like a little kid before putting you back down.

“you’re here,” you whispered. “i thought you couldn’t come.”

he pulled back from the embrace justice enough to look at you properly, and he sweeps away your hair from your face. “of course i’m here,” he murmurs. “i’ve been busy with university, couldn’t even talk to you on the phone that much, but i had to come.”

you feel your cheeks grow warm. “i thought you found someone else.”

“what?”

it sounds silly now, but you continue. “i thought you found a smarter, prettier girl at uni. thought you weren’t coming for christmas because you’re spending it with her.”

jungwon just laughs now. “you think i would replace you? princess, you overthink too much. i would never go off with another girl when you’re so perfect.”

he leans down to give you a sweet little kiss on the lips, and you smile.

“alright, let’s go in now before all this blizzard and cold gets in. let’s make a snowman together, and we can watch old disney together…”

✉️ : @icyy-hoon

[educatedsimps]

hello!!! I love your fics! Can I request a kenma x reader? where he does things he hates but still does it for the reader because the reader loves it? eg: getting wet in the rain etc? thank you if do!!

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kozume kenma x reader

a/n: HI ANONNN i'm so glad you like our stuff! and ofc bae :) yes kenma would 100% do stuff he doesn’t like just for his partner because they love it.

cw: not exactly the usual type of fic with a storyline, it's kind of like headcanons? mostly? but written headcanons? i think ????? idk man. anyway it's all fluff and kenma being ridiculously in love with you :)

wc: 1.7k

fic below!

the following is based on true events: lyssa: *sends yves a screenshot of the request* look there's another kenma req! yves: he's a literal cat lyssa: yeah! wait but that's not the point of the- yves: hold on i have a tweet for this lyssa: LMAO ofc u do

okay, on to the real stuff!

"Kenmaaaaa, let's go (insert activity of choice)!"

"...do we have to?"

"Yes! It'll be fun, I promise!"

"...are you sure?"

"Yes, come on!"

"...you really wanna?"

"Yes! And I promise to spend a whole day gaming with you. We can play literally any game you want. Now, can we go? Pleaseeee?"

Sigh. "Alright."

This was the usual conversation between the two of you whenever you wanted to do something Kenma didn't necessarily enjoy. In other words, you’d bribe him with a full day of gaming together.

You knew he'd much rather stay in any day of the week instead of go out and engage in such uncomfortable, sweaty and outdoor (derogatory) activities. Anyone who even remotely knew him would know that. However, you genuinely thought that doing more physical activities together would be good for the both of you.

Hence your increasingly frequent pleas for him to join you in doing said activities.

The first time you asked him out on such a date, it was to go swimming together. He looked at you with a blank expression, but you could read his thoughts exactly. "Do you even like me? Do you even know me?" was what he seemed to be saying. With his eyes, at least.

To be honest, most of his reasons for not wanting to go swimming were pretty valid. Why would he wanna get soaked just to take another shower after that? Why would he go swimming when there are gonna be people around to witness him flap around in the water? And his hair is already bleached, so why would he want to ruin it further by going into a pool practically loaded with chlorine? Out of everything, chlorine had to be the bacteria killer? Why couldn't it have been something nicer, like chocolate or something?!

Fair enough, you thought. But by the time the two of you were out of the pool that day (you don't even remember if you just played in the water or if you actually swam laps together), the sun was literally shining down on him, yet his smile seemed brighter than the sun itself. You weren't sure exactly what about swimming had made him smile like that the first time, but since then, every time you suggested going swimming together, you'd remind him how much fun he had the last time and he'd be less opposed to the idea.

Even though he'd probably never admit it to you, he actually enjoyed going swimming with you that first time because of you. The way you laughed and the way you seemed so comfortable in the water honestly captivated him. Then he started to notice how the sun reflected off the water and onto your skin, casting a golden glow around you.

So damn pretty, he remembered thinking to himself.

Soon, you started going swimming at night - to not "die of UV rays", in his words - and the way the moonlight reflected off your skin was simply ethereal. He couldn't have used any other word to describe you in that state. You reminded him of a siren, and if real sirens were even half as beautiful as you, he’d understand why those pirates and sailors were so easily lured out to sea.

Even if you couldn't swim swim, you still looked so content in the water that slowly, he couldn't say no to going swimming with you anymore.

The next kind of activity you asked him to do together was to go to the beach. And of course, you were met with the usual resistance at first. The way his face lightened when you said "swimming" then pinched together when you said "at the beach" told you exactly what he was thinking.

Ew. Sand. Everywhere.

Honestly? Valid. Sand gets everywhere - and I mean everywhere. The sand gets scorching hot in the daytime so why would anyone wanna go there? To get sand up your ass? To burn your feet off?? Like, can't you just do that over the kitchen stove or something?

That was until you were spending the day together at the beach, building sandcastles and sunbathing and just hanging out by the water. You could never forget how relaxed he looked by the end of it.

Sure, there were tons of other people at the beach that day, but he completely forgot about that when he was with you. You just did that somehow - make him feel like it was just the two of you even in a crowded room.

"It's not that bad, right, Kenma?"

"Eh..."

It's "not that bad" only because of you but I'm not admitting that, is what he was thinking.

This process continued with several more activities - cycling, hiking, even going to the gym.

When you asked him to go cycling together, his face told you, "What makes you think I'd enjoy cycling when there isn't even water to help me cool off this time? And what if I lose balance and fall?"

When you asked him to go hiking together, his expression screamed, "There aren't even gonna be wheels this time, are you kidding me? My legs are gonna give out. You're gonna have to haul me back home by yourself and it's not gonna be my problem."

And when you asked to go to the gym together, he muttered, "Kuroo and Yamamoto are rubbing off on you."

Despite these complaints, Kenma always came home looking more refreshed than ever. Even though he still didn’t love those sports, he didn’t hate them either, thanks to you. But that wasn't the point.

To him, the point was just seeing you do what made you happy. And as much as he hated getting all sweaty and sore and tired, he absolutely loved watching you go about the activities you had planned. Sure, you were just as sweaty and sore and tired as he was, but he didn't care. He honestly just cared that you were happy, and he knew then that he would do anything just to make you smile like that for the rest of your lives.

As for non-physical activities, if you love doing things like going to the museum, painting, gardening, yoga or meditation, board games, photography, he'd definitely be less resistant even though he doesn't particularly love those activities, and of course he'd just enjoy spending that time with you. Honestly, he's just glad you didn't pick something physically draining this time.

One time, you dragged him away from his video game and out of his bedroom to go play in the rain together. When you told him you wanted to go out into the rain, he had half a mind to drag you back into the house and lock you in the bedroom with him. But he was also kinda curious as to what you could possibly find so exciting in the middle of a rainstorm, so he followed you outside with just his hoodie, sweatpants and house slippers.

As raindrops pelted against his skin and clothes, he looked up to see you standing in front of him with your arms held out to the side and your head tilted slightly upward.

It was cool and rainy night, and Kenma would typically be in the comfort of his bed or gaming chair, safely sheltered from the rain. Why the hell would you wanna go out in the rain when you have a perfectly good house to stay in? He thought earlier.

Now, he finally had an answer to that. Two, in fact.

One, it was beautiful. He's obviously seen rain before, but only from his window. He had never been in the rain like this before. He's been caught in the rain on the way home from school or practice, sure, but never deliberately in the rain.

Looking up, the night sky was splattered with stars, barely visible behind metallic grey storm clouds. Silvery droplets raced towards the ground and glistening specks of water started to collect on his lashes. Blinking them away, he could see you in front of him.

The second answer to his earlier question was simple. You.

Dressed in one of his old volleyball jerseys, home shorts and slippers, you still looked so goddamn beautiful to him. You were laughing wholeheartedly even as raindrops assaulted your skin from above. You were somehow glowing even with just the dim streetlights nearby. Turning towards him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him towards you, further out onto the empty street.

"Come on, babe, have some fun!" You yelled, making sure he could hear you through the downpour. He could feel the rainwater slowly soaking through the material of his hoodie and onto his skin. He watched as you started kicking your feet and jumping into puddles of water on the road, and soon, the two of you were in the middle of an all-out puddle war.

Sooner or later you'd both be out of breath, and you'd end up with your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. As the two of you swayed slowly back and forth, everything seemed to be in slow motion. The falling of rain around you, the steady beating of your heart, your slow breaths and the quiet rumble of thunder nearby added to the overall ambience.

Thinking back, he wasn't sure if this experience was beautiful because of the rain or because of you. Probably the latter, he thought. Furthermore, if he had to describe this experience in one word, he'd say it was magical. Simply and absolutely magical, and all thanks to you.

That day, he also decided that going out into the rain with you was worth an extra shower, and eventually this became a habit for the two of you whenever it rained heavily at night. If you moved to an apartment, you'd stand on the balcony together and stay there while it rained. Sometimes you'd dance, sometimes you'd play around with the puddles of rainwater on the ground, and sometimes you'd just be in each other's arms talking about anything and everything.

Main point is, he’s in love with you and he would do anything for you - even if it means getting sweaty and tired. Though I don’t think he’d complain that much if you asked to play volleyball HAHAHA

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[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #118

I went to bed at roughly midnight last night!! Which is roughly an hour past 11pm, which is what's supposed to be my bedtime! But my alarm is set for 8am! Which means I should have gotten around 8 hours of sleep! 8 hours is sufficient!

…Unfortunately, I woke at around 7:30am of my own volition, and then I was not able to go back to sleep. But that's okay; I slept more than I have on recent nights, so I feel better than I did yesterday, for sure!

I made myself some tea. This morning, it was apricot-vanilla flavored black tea! I wonder if you would have liked this one; I'm more than a little sad about the fact that I'll likely never find out, ahahaha…

…But… well. There's not a damn thing I can do about that, other than take pictures and send them along, hoping that they'll reach you somehow… Here:

I had intended to go today to the post office to send the completed amethyst tree sphere to the other side of the planet, but as it turns out, shipping things that far is very expensive, goodness me! So I'm going to have to make more spheres and sell them first, so that I can save up! It shouldn't be too hard, except for the fact that I'm FAR more inclined to simply give them away. I'm no salesperson, and it feels nicer to just be able to hand someone some unexpectedly beautiful thing anyhow; you wouldn't BELIEVE how some people's faces light right up when hand them one of my weird little woven tree crafts! It's seriously the best thing, ahahaha~! 🥰

So, instead of going to the post office, J and I went on a pizza date. We went to our favorite spot! I got a tomato slice, a shrimp scampi slice, and a chicken and mushroom marsala slice, and these were ABSOLUTELY DELECTABLE, oh my goodness! J got a tomato slice and a slice of spinach pie. I took pictures:

Also, J specifically asked me to take a picture of his spinach pie slice from his perspective, just in case you might like it. Here:

…I am not the only one here who likes you and hopes to see you be safe and happy in the end. Even J would like to share a little bit of joy with you. There are lots of people who want to share a little bit of joy with you. You're not alone. Sephiroth, I promise you that you're not alone, no matter what your brain tries to tell you when it's being mean to you.

Speaking of sharing joy with you, I also went on a walk today, and I tried to make it a point to take some nice pictures for you. I hope you'll like them:

I also found a tiny salamander friend on my adventures! I found it trapped inside an abandoned cooler in the woods:

I really have no idea what a cooler is doing in the woods. But it looks REALLY REALLY OLD, good grief! It is NOT a good place for a salamander to live!

The little thing seemed to want to get under my sleeve for some reason, ahahaha~! But as adorable as it was, sadly, I had to disappoint the poor thing; I put it on the ground, underneath some fallen leaves. It'll be happier and safer there, for sure!

As I walked around, there was a pretty big hawk flitting from tree to tree. I followed it around for as long as I could, on a whim. But I wasn't able to get any pictures of it for you; its plumage made it blend too well with the surrounding trees. But, I've been seeing an unusually large number of birds-of-prey and crows ever since the eclipse; I wonder if it threw them all off somehow. In any case, hopefully I'll get you a nice picture of a hawk or something soon!

Anyway, as I imagine you can tell by looking, I ended up getting into weird positions on the ground to get some of these pictures, and I ended up with a deer tick on me as a result. I feel really silly about it; it wasn't the best idea for me to get careless like that, because ticks are a real problem in my world. Ticks are very tiny arachnids that burrow their heads into an animal's skin in order to feed on their blood. This wouldn't be a problem if ticks didn't carry all sorts of nasty diseases, but they do in my part of the world, and one of the scariest ones is Lyme Disease.

Lyme Disease is spread by a kind of bacteria that the ticks catch from feeding on small rodents. Left unchecked, these bacteria like to eat things such as nerves, joints, and myocardial tissue. Deer ticks are the only carrier of Lyme Disease where I live, so I guess I'm gonna hafta keep an eye on the bite and make sure it doesn't develop the bullseye rash that's characteristic of infection. I also put the tick in a little disposable plastic sandwich bag just in case I develop weird symptoms; it'll be good to have on hand just in case I need to get it tested for diseases.

It's all right though; the tick was on me for less than 24 hours, and it came out of my skin really easily - didn't even hurt! And I washed the bite as soon as the tick was removed. It didn't get an opportunity to feed on me yet, because it was removed too quickly. Chances of infection are very low, if not practically nonexistent. And even if I did get infected, we've got fancy medicines to clear it right up, no problem; everything will be okay! Don't worry your pretty little head about me, alright? I'll be fine! 😁💖

Oh! I also cooked some ground pork and beef, in preparation for making a recipe that some awesome person on the internet sent to me… gosh… a while ago now. I've been meaning to cook it up for a number of weeks, because it sounds ABSOLUTELY FREAKING DELECTABLE, but lately, I've been either too busy, too exhausted, or some weird combination of both. But I have all the ingredients on hand; it's just a matter of putting them together! I'm looking forward to it!! I can't wait to show it to you, because the person who shared it with me cares about you, too!

Anyhoot, it's getting late, and it's probably about time I went to bed. I've got a lot to do tomorrow, goodness me; therapy, and hangouts with my best friend B, and maybe cooking the thing if I still have energy leftover (I hope!). We'll see what happens!

Hey Sephiroth! Please remember to rest and to take delight in wholesome things and to treat yourself nice, okay? I dunno exactly what you're trying to do over at the Edge of Creation, but if you're gonna make it through all this okay in the end, you're gonna hafta make kind and loving choices, and to be able to do that reliably, you're gonna need all your strength. As far as I know, I can't zoop over there and give you a nutritious, wholesome meal and a nice cup of tea, because I am just a derpy autistic nerd who is totally devoid of reality-bending powers (much to my chagrin). So you gotta do it for yourself instead, okay? Promise me that you will, won't you?

And if you're having trouble, just pretend you're me for long enough to treat yourself in the same way that I would treat you. Or you can just make pretend like your self-destructive tendencies are dragons that need to be slain. That's how I've been dealing with mine, anyway, and it's objectively true that you're FAR better at slaying dragons than I could ever hope to be - I mean, c'mon, have you taken a look at me? I'm basically just a weird squiggly noodle. You can do better than I can at most anything - I promise.

I'll write again tomorrow. I love you. Stay safe out there.

Your friend, Lumine

[emeraldtied]

↳ @ofteaandmagic asked: SHE KNEW THAT HIS WORK was getting busier, what with the weather getting better and better. People wanted to not only be out and about, but hitting up the music scene as well. And really? She couldn't very well blame them. Just like she couldn't blame him for grabbing whatever gigs he could get his hands on; she'd be the same way. "Long as the weather holds out, I don't see a reason why they would. I mean I know things come up obviously. Is there a dress code, given that it's classier than I think? I have dresses if so, ones I don't mind wearin'," she points out, giving him a gentle squeeze around his waist. Though she is enjoying the attention to her hair, eyes closing every so often to show for that. "Then that's the plan, and it'll be purely out of pride and love, I might add. I s'ppose I'll be the rarity then, not that I mind." Frankly, she didn't really mind crowds, though figured they were different from the ones that flooded her shop. Then again, it wasn't as though she hadn't got out every once in a while. And Mellie didn't mind the idea of hitting the town with him at some point.

DURING THE NICER months the brunette was used to working nearly non-stop, but had taken it a little easier this time around if only for Mellie's sake. He thought it would be bad form for him to suddenly be around a whole lot less, even if she did understand the real reason why. Plus there was the little fact that he didn't want to be far from her for very long himself.

But he needed money and that wasn't a fact that was going to change anytime soon. Plus he loved what he did, couldn't imagine doing anything else with his life, in fact. Knowing that Mellie supported that made him all the happier, and the fact she was willing to experience his side of things even more so. He didn't know if she would like it, but they wouldn't know until they tried, right?

"No dress code, I mean clothes are required so I think a dress would fit right in," he teased, looking down at her with a grin, that same generous spark in his bright eyes. "Just promise me if 's not your thing an' if you don't like it you wont' force yourself t' keep coming. I know relationships are a bit about sacrifices but I don't want you t' be uncomfortable or anything. Wouldn't be fun that way."

[senbons]

I agree that Temari is not perfect too and she pushed him in a way she never done with anyone else. And thats so intriguing because why would she do that? What was she thinking? I hope we get to see more into her motives in later chapters. But I still think that he needs to be nicer to her lol. He didn't to go that hard in that last scene hahaha.

I will continue reading even tho it costs me my happiness LOLOLOL what are you talking about? Your story is always perfect! And it gave me so much joy to be able to discuss a story with the writer like this. If you have no fans and dedicated reader then I'm dead lol.

Please update soon I'm dying!

Awwww that's so sweet!!!!! Still convinced I have only one anon just talking to me about my stories -- so if it stops, I will definitely say the mourner's kaddish and shed some tears!

(honestly I am the one who is so so so so indebted to anyone who wants to discuss my stories with me. They obviously take a lot of work and I want to discuss them so badly and no one in my life know I write at all, so honestly talking to people about the story and hearing they enjoy it is what i look forward to the most. I know it'll never happen as much as aibg (and nor should it, this story is fine, it's not my fav work) but happening at all literally makes my whole month so thank you thank you for even reaching out!).

Hmmmm I will tell you we never switch povs (I know great stories where it happens, but I honestly just don't know how to it... how do people write that and keep one vibe or feeling throughout?! I just don't have the creativity and writing skills!), but hopefully you won't leave the end of the work without some further insight (though, it's definitely his story and his relationship with the world/her, so I can't promise every question will be answered!).

But bro he did NOT need to do what he did in that ending scene. And it was done sooooo malevolently. Like, out of anger, but also knowing it was about desire and using hers against her and then also his as some sort of violence against her. Like, pushing her as she has pushed him in a violent way. Some form of: if you want to push into my life, this is what you get (which isn't healthy) and I think acknowledged to us that they defffffffff have a sexual thing happening for both of them, and even though he was utilizing that as a weapon in multiple ways (I know what I said above is convoluted, but I don't think inaccurate), he also wasn't openly acknowledging it to himself. Wow, idk if that makes sense, but that's what it felt like. 😂 He definitely went way harder than necessary. I understand she was annoying him (and he was going through A LOT) but I feel like he literally could have just stopped giving her anything (any anger, etc) and she would've eventually left. He didn't have to do that, you know?

Anyway -- thank YOU for reading and enjoying and reaching out to me! I'm serious, these asks made my day

[brothershardy]

There was some surprise, Joe realized, when Dobby admitted that Lucius was still considered a Dark wizard. Draco was so much nicer in this version of the universe, not really holding any supremist views about Muggleborns and blood purity, and Narcissa was soft and welcoming every time they encountered her. Lucius was more strict, and he hadn't been very nice to Dobby, which is why Harry had saved the elf by freeing him.

The only difference, Joe knew, was that Lucius didn't try to attack Harry for tricking him. He had merely huffed and walked off without another look behind him, and that was because Harry told him all about it in the Hospital Wing later. Some small part of Joe wondered if Lucius regretted losing the Diary, because it ended up possessing Joe and causing all sorts of fear and heartache that year. But he wasn't going to ask.

The revelation about Bagman being a "bad" wizard had the other three on guard at once, but Joe shook his head immediately. "Crouch doesn't like Bagman because Bagman annoys the hell out of him," he assured them quietly. "He's not a bad guy, he's just really dumb?"

Finally, the visit came to an end. The elves left Winky crying beside the fireplace, but as they ushered the teens from the kitchen, they offered more sweets, which the boys accepted and Hermione declined; Dobby asked if he would be allowed to visit, and when given permission, he looked so happy that he almost toppled over. Ron even promised to give him the Christmas sweater that Molly would send this year, so long as it was shrunk first.

“You know what?” Ron said, once he, Joe, Hermione, and Harry had left the kitchens behind and were climbing the steps into the entrance hall again. “All these years I’ve been really impressed with Fred and George, nicking food from the kitchens — well, it’s not exactly difficult, is it? They can’t wait to give it away!”

"Well I think this is a good thing," Hermione said. "Dobby working here might be the role model these elves need. They'll see how happy he is to work and be free, and it'll dawn on them that they'll want that too! And don't tell me I'm wrong," she added fiercely as soon as Joe opened his mouth.

"Not only are you wrong, but you might end up offending those elves so much that Dobby will be the only one to clean the Tower by next year," Joe said dryly, and she looked horrified. "I'm not telling you how or why. They're happy and cared for here, Hermione, and I keep telling you, you've got to take this slowly. And don't just focus on the house elves, alright, try to expand your horizons. Quite frankly, I think werewolves have just as bad a deal. Remus still can't find steady employment."

She winced a little before lapsing into silence.

"I wonder why Crouch hates Bagman so much?" Ron said thickly as he started eating something chocolate related. "Bagman might not be a great Head of his department, but I'd rather work for him than Crouch. At least Bagman's got a sense of humor."

"Don't let Percy hear you say that," Joe warned, grinning.

"Yeah, well, Percy wouldn't want to work for anyone with a sense of humor, would he? Percy wouldn't recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby's tea cozy."

Well. That was one mental image Joe didn't want in his head.

(*)

"Potter! Hardy! Will you pay attention?"

Joe and Harry both jumped when McGonagall snapped at them, raising their heads. It was the end of the lesson; they had finished their work; the guinea fowl they had been changing into guinea pigs had been shut away in a large cage on Professor McGonagall’s desk (Neville’s still had feathers); they had copied down their homework from the blackboard (“Describe, with examples, the ways in which Transforming Spells must be adapted when performing Cross-Species Switches”). The bell was due to ring at any moment, and Harry and Joe had been doing a sword fight using a pair of fake wands from Fred and George; Joe's had turned into a rubber haddock, and Harry's was a tin parrot.

"Now that Potter and Hardy have been kind enough to act their age," McGonagall said, though that definitely felt more like a subtle dig at Joe, and the head of his haddock drooped and fell to the floor due to being cut by Harry's parrot, “I have something to say to you all. The Yule Ball is approaching — a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialize with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above — although you may invite a younger student if you wish —”

Lavender suddenly let out a shrill giggle, and Parvati elbowed her in the ribs, though she too looked like she was trying not to laugh. Both girls turned their heads to look right at Joe, much to his confusion, before turning to face the front again.

McGonagall ignored them, which felt unfair. “Dress robes will be worn," she went on, “and the ball will start at eight o’clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then... The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to — er — let our hair down..."

Lavender giggled harder; McGonagall, who always wore her hair in a tight bun, looked like she never wore it down for anything other than sleeping.

“But that does NOT mean,” McGonagall went on, “that we will be relaxing the standards of behavior we expect from Hogwarts students. I will be most seriously displeased if a Gryffindor student embarrasses the school in any way.” Finally, the bell rang, and everyone scrambled to collect their supplies, before McGonagall called out, "Hardy, a moment if you please."

Briefly, Joe thought it had something to do with the haddock, so he trooped up to her desk, and he waited as she took her seat and started putting essays away. "Now, Hardy, the Champions and their partners will be opening the Yule Ball." She peered at him over her glasses. "You do know that the Champions need dance partners, yes?"

"Oh!" Joe blinked. "I, uh... Do I really need a partner?"

"Who are you going to dance with then?"

"I don't wanna toot my own horn, Professor, but I was in ballet for about fourteen years--"

She held her hand up, and Joe shut up quick. "It is tradition, Hardy, and as a Champion, you are a representative of this school. You will due your duty as is expected of you. Find yourself a dance partner before the Ball."

"Uh... I don't suppose you'd accept an interpretive dance?"

"That will be all."

Yeesh. Tough crowd.

Winky was in a right state, and it was truly pitiful to behold. Harry wished he knew something that could cheer her up….but Hermione was trying, and failing, and he doubted anything would please the elf. She wanted to be back with her old owner, and that was that. She’d had all these months to adapt since the World Cup, and she clearly wasn’t going to.

It made him very glad that Dobby had found her. And that he’d brought her to Hogwarts, where Harry trusted that Dumbledore was the best possible employer for the pair of them.

Dobby giggled as he was telling Joe about being permitted to speak his mind. “Professor Dumbledore said we is free to—to—” Dobby looked suddenly nervous and leaned in to whisper, “He said we is free to call him a—a barmy old codger if we likes, sir!” Dobby gave a frightened sort of giggle. “But Dobby is not wanting to,” he added.. “Dobby likes Professor Dumbledore very much, sir, and is proud to keep his secrets and our silence for him.”

“But you can say what you like about Lucius Malfoy now?” Harry asked him, smirking. "I know you liked Draco and his mum, but his father was awful, wasn’t he?”

A slightly fearful look came into Dobby’s immense eyes. “Dobby—Dobby could,” he said doubtfully. Then he squared his small shoulders. “Dobby could tell Harry Potter that his old master was—was—a bad Dark wizard!”

Dobby stood for a moment, quivering all over, horror-struck by his own daring—then he rushed towards the nearest table, squealing, “Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!” Harry seized Dobby by the back of his tie just in time and pulled him back. “Thank you, Harry Potter, thank you,” Dobby said breathlessly.

“You just need a bit of practice,” Harry assured him. “And I can speak for Draco, he won’t mind at all.”

“Practice!” Winky abruptly squeaked, looking at Harry furiously. “You is ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dobby, talking that way about your master!”

“He isn’t my master anymore, Winky!” Dobby said defiantly. “Dobby doesn’t care what he thinks anymore! Master Draco is nice, and Dobby does miss his mistress, but he is never going back!”

“Oh you is a bad elf, Dobby!” Winky moaned, tears leaking down her face once more. “My poor Mr. Crouch, what is he doing without Winky? He is needing me, he is needing my help! I is looking after the Crouches all my life, and my mother is doing it before me, and my grandmother is doing it before her…oh what is they saying if they knew Winky was freed? Oh the shame, the shame!” She buried her face in her skirt again and bawled.

“Winky,” Hermione said firmly, “I’m quite sure Mr. Crouch is getting along perfectly well without you. We’ve seen him, you know—”

“You is seeing my master?” Winky asked in surprise, raising her tear-stained face out of her skirt. “You is seeing him here at Hogwarts?”

“Yes, he and Mr. Bagman are judges in the Triwizard Tournament.”

“Mr. Bagman comes too?” Winky squeaked, and now she looked angry again. “Mr. Bagman is a bad wizard! A very bad wizard! My master isn’t liking him, oh no, not at all!”

“Bagman—bad?” Harry repeated, looking to Joe for confirmation on this. "I know he was gambling and he’s a bit daft, but bad?”

“Oh yes,” Winky said, not realizing he was asking Joe, and not her. “My master is telling Winky some things! But Winky is not saying… Winky—Winky keeps her master’s secrets….” She dissolved yet again in tears; they could hear her sobbing into her skirt, “Poor master, poor master, no Winky to help him no more!“

"He’s not a Dark wizard, is he?” Hermione asked Joe in a low voice. “Are we– We aren’t worried he’s the one who put your name in the Goblet, are we?”

[movedtolilmouzee]

𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔳!𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔧𝔦 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 Յ...

𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

(𝘡𝘦𝘦'�� 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦- 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 :))

╰┈➤ Here's Part one. Perv!Roommate Toji.

╰┈➤ Here's Part two. Perv!Roommate Toji part 2.

Toji is the only roommate you've ever had since moving away from home, but he may be the worst you've ever had. Why you ask? Well panties go missing, he's often sick and always requires your attention, another reason is you he's always calling your name at night but acts like it never happened in the morning. He's not all bad though, tojis is an amazing cleaner and cook and doesn't mind staying home so you can work, which in your eyes excused the weird things that happens.

Toji hates the people you go on dates with, he believes they aren't worth your time and he's not wrong All they want is your body which disgust toji. Which is why anytime toji knows your going on a date, he immediately ruins it. Threatening your date, ruining your clothes, slashing your dates tires. Anything he can do to make sure you have to stay home, toji is already doing. Once you come crying to toji about how your date canceled, he'll take you out himself.

Toji takes you to one of his favorite restaurant, telling you to get whatever you want. Toji will happily buy anything that you want. Now dress, Food, Manga, Figurines, anything your dumb little head can think of toji will buy it happily for you and all you have to do is just be loyal to toji, even if your not dating him.

Now even though you and toji have showered together and even slept in the same bed, he's never done anything. This doesn't stop the fantasy of toji getting to fuck you. His favorite thing to dream about is being able to throat fuck you, sadly it's just toji fucking his hand but he can dream right? Toji loves being able to think about how pretty you'd look crying and gagging. Cries muffled about how how cock is too big, your cries just fueling toji to go deeper. "Just a little throat training baby, you can keep going right? I promise it'll be over soon" toji coos knowing full well the fun is only starting.

Toji will give your throat a break, unfortunately though, he goes for thighs. Ripping the pants you wore, sliding the tip up and down spreading your spit and saliva across your thighs before starting to fuck your thighs. He's not any nicer, his thrust only getting rougher, hips slamming against your ass. Tojis mind immediately thinking about the brusies he'll leave behind, marking you as his, this thought alone has him cumming all over your thighs.

Toji will happily give you soft kisses all over the back of your neck whispering soft praises, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle with you for a while. Toji is a big cuddler so expect about 5 minutes of cuddles before toji stops being clingy and draws you a bath. Gently washing your body and all the cum off you, washing your hair before letting your relax once he gets you out of the bath.

Hopefully tojis dreams will soon become a reality.

[sandrockbandit]

ficscrap 01 [logan/builder wip]

He felt it as soon as the ground beneath evened out into well-traveled rock, and it pricked a needlewave of anxiety in his stomach. 

His horse had thrown a shoe. 

It was a laughably small thing. It barely should have been anything at all. 

("Oughta set out a decent bit of this payout. Go see Hugo and Cooper in the morning," his father mused. He rubbed his jaw, examining his mare. She eyed him right back, soft. "The lady's metalwork is looking a little worn."

And of course, Howlett never did much without reason - locked away in his head as it could be at times - but Logan had spent the walk back home imagining the freshly forged pair of daggers Hugo had been slaving away over. They'd cut much nicer than his current ones, for sure.

"What for? She'll hold out, I reckon." Bemused but not obstinate, he caught his father's gaze with the questioning tilt of the chin. In return, Howlett laughed.

"Son, you and I can hold out. Horses are built to be cared for, and they're liable to burn right out if you don't - you keep your steed healthy and it'll do the same for you." 

Leaning over to give Whiskey's coat a pat, he winked. 

"It's old wisdom, Logan. Favors for favors.")

Although he led a patchwork band of very different people, only a single soul among the gang was a half-decent farrier, and she was resting off an injury. Now, it wasn't one of those things Logan had thought to consider when he first set out on the rough path he did; life out on the dunes had kept only the really important things like water and shelter and spite on the forefront of his mind.

But Whiskey threw a shoe, and Logan wasn't stupid - strong and quick and dependable as she was, a discrepancy like that could easily become an injury.

An injury, for a horse, was just a stone's toss from fatal. 

Casting his gaze across the rolling sand hills and occasional juts of rock, Logan pulled his hat low over his eyes, scowling. With all the shimmers on the horizon, he imagined he could almost make out the very edges of the Cooper property. Fancied leading Whiskey right up and having her refitted right there, like old times. Like when his old man would be right there at his elbow, and his own gelding there besides, and nothing mattered as much as it did these days because everything was alright.

Stupid. (It stung, the thought.) He huffed out a wry, shallow breath.

For all his bluster and every promised gol weighing on his head, Logan couldn't rightly say he enjoyed the hassle of banditry. Unfortunately, these days conducting everyday business tended to involve the business end of a pistol. And as with anything, he adapted, always adapted. 

No professional farriers. Whiskey was built to be cared for. He'd be a fool at best to go knocking on Hugo's door. 

But maybe...

Maybe one of those Builders?

He'd watched from time to time as they fixed up the bridge. They'd taken his water tower stunt and undone it just like that. Two options, both lively and hardworking, and seemingly able to craft just about anything anyone could draw up crude schematics for. The one with the goggles was based further within the town, he reckoned - risky.

But the other one..  

(Acrid smoke on the breeze; Haru's latest had hit like a train, rending the tower to scrap. And she, she'd just left the workshop, frozen in her tracks. Dark eyes meeting his, her hand flexing uncertainly on that pickhammer of hers. Surprise, in those eyes. Curiosity? 

It could have been anything he saw in that gaze, right before he beat his retreat. He knew for sure it hadn't been hostile.)

The other builder, alone across the tracks, would do fine. Casting his memory back, searching for a name, he came up empty. No matter. 

He'd see to it that the exchange measured fairly in the end. Favors for favors.

[lady-amethyst18]

(Everybody was working so hard on cleaning and fixing the theater they didn't even notice how late it had gotten.)

Fiona: Phew. We cleaned up a lot in here.

Iben: But there's still a lot to do. But I believe we can make it.

Lucy: And what about the spiders?

Yuri: Don't worry, I took care of them. They won't be bothering anybody, won't you, little guys? (She had them in a few bug cages. She was looking at them with a smile on her face.)

Leo: Wow. You may have to be the only girl I know who likes bugs.

Yuri: (blushes a bit) Oh! Well, yeah. I find bugs fascinating. If you push back the fear, you can actually learn a lot about them.

Balan: (smiles) You and Haoyu did a great job catching them. But I'm sure there will be more.

Haoyu: No worries. We'll be ready if there will be more.

Balan: Great. You two are... Really... (yawns) Amazing.

Eis: (Looks at his watch) Huh. It's already 9:15. Time flies when you're having fun. We should pack up for now and come back later.

Balan: Wait... Does this mean... Y-you're all going away?

Iben: (holds his shoulders) It's ok, Balan. We'll be back tomorrow, I promise.

Emma: And Leo and I live close to you. We won't leave you alone ever.

(Balan smiled widely and wanted to give them the biggest hug, but he stifled another yawn and stretched.)

Iben: We should all be going to bed. Where do you sleep, Balan?

Balan: Me? Oh, uh... Nowhere I guess. I kind of sleep anywhere. I don't have a proper bed, so I just find a spot and go with it.

Fiona: Doesn't it get cold or uncomfy to sleep? Especially with winter coming soon?

Balan: (Sucks in his bottom lip and looks away. He didn't want to admit that Fiona was right.)

Cass: That's no way for you to sleep! You need someplace warm. Soft. Comfy and cozy. (She thinks for a moment. Then perks up as an idea hits her.) I got it! I have some old but pleasant pillows at my grandma's house. I can grab a few so you can have a nice spot to sleep on, Balan.

Fiona: Yeah! I have some pillows and blankets too, so you can have something to keep you warm at night. Sit tight; we'll be right back.

(Fiona and Cass leave to get some soft pillows and blankets for Balan while Leo and Emma stood with him. Leo started cleaning up a spot where Balan could sleep.)

Leo: There we go. It should be more comfortable with all this debris out of the way.

Balan: (big yawn)

Emma: Hang in there, Balan.

(Cass and Fiona came in with the cushions just as Balan was about to nod off. They made a big pile and guided the maestro towards it.)

Balan: (sits down) You... You made this... For me?

Fiona: Of course. Now you have someplace warm and soft for you to sleep. (She drapes a blanket over him)

Balan: Aww, guys. I don't know how to thank you. It's so much nicer and more comfy. I might finally get a goodnight's sleep tonight.

Yuri: (Grabs some of the tims and surrounds Balan with them) The tims should keep you happy while you sleep. (She hugs him)

(Balan leaned into the hug before letting out another yawn.)

Leo: We should let you sleep. See you tomorrow, Balan.

Balan: Yes. Goodnight. (He lays down on the pile of pillows and goes to sleep)

So here's the context

Although there's still a lot of cleaning up to do, the theater is starting to look a little better. Less dust and fewer bugs are a good start, but there's still a lot to go.

But it's getting late and dark outside, so it'll have to be put off until tomorrow. Everybody starts heading home and going to bed. But where does Balan sleep? Turns out he just sleeps wherever he wants.

Fiona and Cass know this can't be good for him, so they bring him some old pillows and blankets for him to sleep on. Not perfect, but to Balan, it's the best thing he could ask for. At last, the lonely maestro will get a goodnight's sleep tonight.

This is my Lonesome Maestro AU. When Balan's first show was a disaster, and everyone left him. He's become very lonely and sad due to no one being around. Until Leo and Emma showed up and try to change his life for the better.

[silky-stories]

Just a Bad Day (Corpse and Friends/Reader)

Genre: Light angst, Fluff, sort of Platonic but you could take it otherwise

Words: 1628

Related Songs: PETIT BISCUIT - Sunset Lover https://youtu.be/wuCK-oiE3rM ZYAN, Sia - Dusk till Dawn | slowed https://youtu.be/7LLKAL6ERDA

Summary: (Y/n) has a bad day and her friends are suspicious

Disclaimer/s: Depressive episode, slight anxiety, big sad :(

Notes: I left out what it was that made the Reader upset so you can let it be whatever you want :)

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"(Y/n) you're fine, you don't even have your webcam on today, you'll be okay." Rae teased you softly, getting a couple chuckles from the few people that had joined the Among Us lobby a bit early.

She had overheard your quiet mentions of being nervous and having your webcam off, both due to the fact that you had a bit of a hectic day and didn't have time to make yourself presentable. It didn't bug you that she responded with a joking tone, she wasn't aware of the tear streaks that framed your cheeks and red, puffy eyes you just couldn't hide with the high quality camera you have. She didn't know, no one knew, how were you supposed to be mad about that?

"Ha ha, yeah... guess you're right." You plastered the most fake smile you've ever made to your face to at least make it sound like you were happy. Thankfully, it seemed to work as the conversation moved on without you.

Less fortunately, your fans were a little more perceptive, although you should have expected that considering that some of them watched you on a daily basis. Your chat was filled with near exclusively kind remarks, from a modest 'Are you alright?' to full on paragraphs that passed by a bit too fast for you to get through more than the first few words. You muted yourself in the discord chat so only your audience could hear you, reassuring them that you were fine, no matter how much your broken tone betrayed you. It didn't work as well as you wanted, but that wasn't their fault.

Soon enough the whole gang was together and ready for the game to start, they sounded excited. It was nice to hear that your bad mood hadn't leeched onto your friends, that was the last thing you needed right now.

A deep sigh came from your mouth as you saw the red lettering fade in and off of your screen, "Dammit..." You weren't ready for an imposter game, you were sort of hoping that you could go a whole stream without one actually. Even worse, Corpse was your partner, which meant you'd end up dragging him down with you.

The game began, the layout of the Skeld loading in and the colourful avatars of your friends scattering to do their assigned tasks. You did yourself a favour and didn't move right away, giving yourself a second to take a deep breath and at least attempt to put some effort into doing a good stream. Your fans deserved it, they were all so nice and had been so supportive, they didn't need to be worried about you.

Unfortunately, when you did move, your partner had unknowingly sabotaged the reactor the second before you did anything, making it look a lot like you sabotaged it yourself. It wouldn't have been a problem if Toast hadn't been passing by the second you did. You went to kill him, but since you were both right next to the emergency button, there wasn't anything you could do in time.

The pit of anxiety in your stomach only grew as the animation flashed across your screen, you didn't even know how you were going to defend yourself. As the voting screen came up you only felt worse, no one had even died yet, so you were going to be the first one out on the first game. Great.

"So (Y/n), did you just sabotage reactor?" Toast piped up the second he had the chance.

You were silent as everyone did their played up reactions for the camera, trying to use that time to think of something. It didn't work to say the least.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Your words didn't sound even slightly convincing, not to mention the tired tone of voice you couldn't seem to get rid of that did nothing for you.

Before Toast could get too far into his rebuttal, which didn't really matter after your lame defence, your partner piped up.

"Hey Toast, was anyone else near you guys?" His low tone said nothing of his intentions, you were jealous.

"No, it was just the two of us in cafeteria." He responded, not sure where Corpse was going with this.

"So, technically speaking, it could have been you and nobody would have seen it except for (Y/n)?"

The gasps that followed in response to the new idea were small, but promising nonetheless, even if they were more as a joke than an actual response. It was because of that fact that you were so surprised when the vote ended up being skipped, only two people actually voting for you, one of them being Toast.

You felt a twinge of relief, maybe you could still win this, maybe you could actually have a good night to make up for the terrible day you had.

...

It hadn't even been a minute when you accidentally killed Toast in front of Poki and Jack.

As the meeting started, you tried to say something but you just couldn't seem to get any words in by the time everyone had voted except for you.

"So (Y/n) first and then Corpse?"

You didn't even know what to say.

"C'mon (Y/n), just vote, it'll all be over soon."

What was there to say?

"(Y/n)?"

Why were you taking this so hard?

You quietly clicked on the checkmark to vote for yourself as fresh tears began to spill over your cheeks. You hadn't said anything during the meeting and, seeing as your avatar was now floating through space, you wouldn't be able to say anything now. Useless...

Your chat was going crazy now, flooded with concerns and kind affirmations directed towards you. Your gaze drifted over them mindlessly, not taking anything in, it just looked like a big white blur.

By the time you shook yourself from your dazed state, Corpse's avatar was just finishing it's trip across the screen, floating hopelessly through space as yours had mere minutes ago.

The defeat screen only hammered in how stupid your mistake was as it came and went, just as everything else had without any input from you.  The conversation picked back up quickly, jokes and teases were exchanged, you couldn't even make out what they were saying until the attention was put on you.

"You okay (Y/n)? Not feeling too into it today?" Toast's remark was clearly a joke, just a little jab to get a chuckle like usual.

Unfortunately, you weren't feeling like usual tonight.

"No..."

It was almost pitiful how broken and sad that one word came out. Your voice had even cracked as you spoke, you figured you must have been just depressing to listen to. If you weren't downright embarrassing you probably seemed like a child for not keeping it together like the others did when they were upset.

Surprisingly enough though, that's not what happened.

"Wait really? Crap I'm sorry."

"Oh no, are you okay?"

"Do you wanna stop playing?"

It was stupid, but for the first time that day you felt okay crying. So you did.

"I'm sorry... thank you..." you mumbled, using your sleeves to wipe your tears, "I just had a really bad day, but I... I still wanna play with you guys I just..."

Damn it, what did you do to deserve friends that cared so much about you?

"I know what to do." Rae spoke up, her grin shining through in her tone, "Group hug!"

Her avatar ran over to yours, nestling herself beside you in a sort of makeshift hug. Everyone else followed suit shortly after, and soon enough you were in the middle of a little circle, fitting perfectly in the middle.

A small sob-like laugh broke free from your lips, "Damnit, you guys are the worst." You joked with a smile, chuckling at the childish but heartfelt display.

The night only got better from there, and even though you weren't at your best, everyone was even nicer than usual and it helped to turn that bad day into a pretty enjoyable night.

After about an hour you decided to stop your stream, deciding to cut it short for the sake of your mental health.

"Yeah I think I'm gonna get going too." Your farewells seemed to spark a response from someone else.

"You too Corpse?" Jack piped up, somewhat confused as he hadn't mentioned anything earlier about doing a shorter stream.

"Yeah, I got some stuff to do, don't worry I'll still be playing with you guys on Friday."

"Alright, well see ya both later!"

"G'night!"

"Have a good sleep!"

"Feel better soon (Y/n)!"

You sighed gently as you disconnected from the discord call and the Among Us server, leaving your audience with the usual 'Stream Starting Soon' screen that you didn't feel like changing.

"Well, that's about it for tonight." You spoke, taking a minute to read the chat silently before continuing, "Thank you guys for all the support, I know I didn't say much tonight but I read a lot of what you were saying, it's really appreciated."

A buzz came from your phone, you picked it up and smiled at what you saw.

Corpse

[ hey, wanna talk? ]

You said your goodbyes to your chat and shut off the stream, grabbing your phone and heading straight to your room. You hadn't even made it to your door by the time you were dialling your friend's number. Flopping down onto your bed, you put your phone on speakerphone and felt a warmth fill your body as a familiar voice filled your room.

"Hey."

"Hey." You responded, turning to your phone even though neither of you could see each other.

You supposed today wasn't so bad after all.

[fairycosmos]

I'm sobbing so loudly right now, I heard my father talking about depression and saying that it's just in the head and that if you just think happy thoughts it'll go away and people who kill themselves let the bad thoughts take over. I thought I could trust my father considering that he's much nicer to me compared to my mother but I was wrong. I guess I should've never hoped. Nobody in my family cares about me and my fucked up brain. I started crying to I had to leave and I messaged a friend of mine if I could talk to her and she stopped being active on Instagram as soon as I messaged her, I thought since she lived america she was probably busy or smth. I tried to message a friend who lived in the city, I said " I hope I'm not disturbing you" She replied I wasn't and asked how I was doing. I reply that I'm doing not that great and if I could call her. She just left the thing on read and went offline too. I feel so fucking alone and if I didn't want to die earlier, I sure as fuck do now. Trusting people is such a big fucking mistake I wonder why I even do it at this point. Nobody cares, nobody loves me, nobody needs me and I feel like it's all my fault. Maybe I'm just not worth their time to understand me. I know you're going through a lot already Chloe, so I understand if you don't want to respond to this, I really just needed to let this out before I go :)

i don’t feel good about letting your message slide. it seems like you’re in a really tough spot right now, and im sorry. can’t imagine how hard it must feel. i hope you’re in a place where you can really hear this out, but if not know you can always come back to it later. seems like a lot of people have been letting you down lately, but the common thread in your ask was that it was always because of their crappy actions - not because of anything you did or because it’s what you deserved. and im really sorry about your dad, too. it sounds like he’s really ignorant about mental health in general, and he has no business speaking on the topic to be honest. you know his shallow and unfounded opinion isn’t reflective of you or your struggles. you know that. but still, i know it’s really hard to hear someone you’re supposed to rely on say something like that. as for your friends, well. not everyone’s an asshole but everyone acts like one at some point or another, and it’s so unfair that you’ve had to experience so much of that today - especially when you’re in such a vulnerable state. i wanted to say im proud of you for reaching out to them in the first place, even if it didn’t go super well. it takes a lot of work to get to the point where you even want to talk when you’re hurting, and i think it’s a good sign that you did. though i get why it may not feel that way at the moment. i promise, you didn’t make a mistake by wanting to open up. it might’ve just been the wrong people or the wrong timing, and that’s not on you. look, i understand that there’s nothing i can do or say that will change the fundamentals of your situation. it seems like you’ve been carrying this for ages, and suicidal thoughts are obviously an extremely serious thing. im not trying to minimise that by saying any of this. and im not trying to patronise. i just wanted you to know that you are not alone and that you are not doomed to be in this position forever, no matter what your brain is telling you. of course, it’s completely normal to need love and comfort from others, but at the same time they do not and never will dictate your worth. whether or not you deserve to live does not depend on them and what they think of you. you deserve it inherently, which means it never goes away. it’s not your fault people are thoughtless - none of what is happening is your fault. are you currently seeing a mental health professional? is calling a suicide hotline or looking into a mental health support group in your area an option for you? i know it must feel very stressful and tiring, but it really just seems like you need to be heard. and there are people who can help you out with that. who can talk you through your episodes and enable you to figure out how to make them more manageable and less blinding in the future. there is so much that can be done and you are not hopeless. unfortunately, i think it just takes a bit of time to build up a support network when the people around you don’t understand, but it is absolutely possible. i get that it’s exhausting, and it’s alright if right now you just need to sob it out, im the same. seems like you’re not alone in more ways than one. cry until the tiredness comes, which it will if you let it. you have options, even if you don’t feel that way right now. so often, suicidal thoughts are so chaotic and intense that they aren’t built to last. they burn out fast, and i hope you allow yourself to get to that point before acting on your emotions. please, if you feel like you’re a danger to yourself, please alert the authorities, call a hotline or someone else you trust, even a little. you are so worthy and you are going to do and be so much, just by being who you are. you deserve better and i have no doubt you will find better, if you give it another chance. sending so much love. please take care and do the right thing for yourself. focus on what you need, not what you want or feel. hugs x https://www.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines

[wanderinginksplot]

Warriors in Red Armor

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Chapter Four

Nora I

Nora was in one of the nicer cells. She didn't like to brag, but she had been arrested often enough to know the difference. And she had the cell to herself, which was new and different. Normally, the Corrie Guard shoved as many beings into each cell as they could manage without crushing anyone.

Soon enough, some of the more violent members of Clone Rights filled the surrounding cells. Even then, Nora's cell remained single-occupancy.

"You gonna get us outta this one, Czajak?" a male Bothan named Esk Meh'reer asked through the transparisteel barrier.

"Of course, Meh'reer," Nora said with a scoff. "We didn't even do anything. This one'll be easier than any of the other times."

"Well, you didn't do anything," Meh'reer told her with a grin. "We may have defaced some property after we saw you get arrested. Nothing too bad, though. Just tore down some signs. Oh, actually, I'm pretty sure Gadi threw a bench."

Nora rolled her eyes at the mention of the exuberant Lasat. "Gadi always throws something. I think she cares more about throwing stuff around than she does about getting rights for clones, but at least she's on our side."

"Hey, our cells share a wall!" Gadi cheered, pushing herself out of the crowd as if she had been summoned. "Want me to see if I can throw this bed?"

"Probably not, Gadi," Nora discouraged. "It'll be a lot harder to fight the charges if we start breaking things inside of the precinct."

"Aw, you'll be able to get us out of it," Gadi told her. "You're the best lawyer on Coruscant!"

Nora chuckled and shook her head, choosing not to tell her fellow protesters that she may not be a lawyer much longer if she kept doing this. Her boss had already threatened to demote her after he had found out about her work. Was it a bad thing that she had a tendency to defend protesters pro bono?

"Nora Czajak," a clone trooper announced, opening the door to Nora's cell. "You're being charged, come with me."

Surprise made Nora slow. The charges were almost never filed this quickly. She had been arrested less than twelve hours ago! Still, the sooner she knew how bad things were going to be, the sooner she could start forming a defense for herself and the others. Gamely, she rose and followed the trooper, admiring his red-accented armor as she went.

When she stepped from the room, cheers erupted from the surrounding cells.

"Go, Nora!"

"Give 'em hell!"

"Pinch that guy's ass while you're in there!"

"Gadi…" Nora sighed to fight back a chuckle. The temptation to laugh grew worse when she turned and found that the trooper had stopped and was staring at her. She couldn't see through his helmet, obviously, but she would have bet that he looked less than thrilled. With her most professional lawyer smile, she said, "Following you, sir."

He shook his head a little bit and kept walking. They passed another red-accented trooper as they walked, and he leaned in a bit to place his helmet's speakers next to Nora's ear. "If you pinch Thorn's shebs, I'll transfer you twenty credits."

"Will that be worth the jail time for harassment, though?" she asked with a conspiratorial grin.

He shrugged. "It would be for me."

"Thire, leave her alone," her escort - presumably Thorn - ordered. "I have to take her to see Stone."

Stone was one of Nora's favorite troopers, and she didn't even need Thorn's guidance to find her way to his office. Thorn gave a polite knock on the door. "Nora Czajak for you, Commander."

"Stone! How are you? Did you redecorate the office?" Nora asked, breezing into the office like it was her own.

Stone blinked at her. "Of course I didn't redecorate. When would I have redecorated? You were here last week."

"That is a difficult point to argue," she conceded.

"I'm sure you'll figure out a way," Stone said dryly. "Thank you, Commander Thorn."

As soon as Thorn had left, Nora crossed her legs comfortably and leaned forward to stare at Stone. "So, what's it going to be this time, Commander? A fine, some jail time..?"

"Neither," Stone told her shortly, crossing his arms over his chest. It would have looked more natural if he weren't in full armor - minus the helmet - but Nora had to admit that there was something intimidating about the dull crack of plastoid meeting plastoid. "Command has decided that fines don't seem to work for you. And every time you spend more than a few days in jail, you come out with more violent followers for your Clone Rights group. Then those followers trash the city even worse in your next demonstration. It's a vicious cycle."

"Mm, such a conundrum," Nora agreed. "What's the solution, Stone?"

"Community service."

Now, it was Nora's turn to blink in confusion. "Community service? My sentence is community service?"

"Yeah, a hundred hours of it," he said, shaking his head a bit.

"And- what about the others? What are they getting sentenced to?"

"Community service," Stone repeated, sounding almost as confused as she was. "All of the demonstrators we arrested are serving time. Not as much as you, but it'll all be community service."

Nora opened her mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "Stone, this is stupid. What is going on? Community service is for parking violations and cursing at shop-keepers. You have us dead to rights on destruction of property, disturbing the peace, and intention to incite a riot. What are you doing?"

"Are you asking for a harsher punishment?" Stone asked with a twinkle in his brown eyes.

"Of course not!" she snapped. "It's just suspicious. Since when does the Coruscant Guard let violations like this slide?"

"Since today," he said with a shrug. "Orders straight from Head Commander Fox himself."

"Head Commander Fox?" Nora asked, distracted by the mention of the clone trooper she had met the previous night. He had been willing to debate her in a cruiser on the way back to the precinct. His method of forming an argument had been clumsy, but his points had been valid. It was a welcome distraction from the unpleasantness of the march's end. And here she was, finding out that Fox was actually the commander in charge of the other commanders. "What was a Head Commander of the GAR doing babysitting a Clone Rights march?"

"Maybe he wanted to come see your model behavior first-hand," Stone told her sarcastically. At Nora's sharp look, he relented. "Fine. Commander Fox doesn't pass duties along. He does everything he asks his men to do. That includes supervising marches, pulling patrols, and booking troublemakers."

Ignoring the pointed implication that she was a troublemaker, Nora changed the subject. "Who is going to be supervising my community service hours?"

"That'll be…" Stone consulted a page in front of him before answering - though how he found a single piece of flimsi in the disaster zone that was his desk was beyond Nora. "Trooper Beam. He's in charge of community service efforts. Poor evaar is gonna have his work cut out for him, supervising your protesters."

"That has to be about seventy people," she argued. "One trooper can't supervise all of us."

"That's his job," Stone said with a shrug.

Nora leaned back, lost in thought. "You know, it would be terrible of me to expect one trooper to supervise all of the arrested Clone Rights members and all one-hundred hours of my own community service. I should really request to be assigned to another Coruscant Guard trooper."

"Who were you thinking?" Stone's voice was filled with wariness.

Nora peered thoughtfully around the room. The morning sunlight didn't even reach this part of Coruscant. Instead, the light from a nearby holo-ad provided the only outside light in the commander's office.

When she felt Stone staring at her impatiently, Nora smirked and answered, "Why, Head Commander Fox, of course."

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Fox II

It had been a long night, and it promised to be an even longer day. Fox was already on his second set of stims, and he still had an estimated twenty hours before he could think about collapsing in his quarters.

At that particular moment, he was talking to Sergeant Hound about some woman the sergeant was processing. He was trying, anyway. Fox's attention was far away. Part of him was trying to calculate how long it had been since he had last slept while the rest of him was trying to calculate how long he had until he could sleep again.

"So, what do you think, Commander?" Hound asked, bringing Fox's attention back to him.

"You know I trust you, Hound," Fox told the trooper, patting him on the shoulder. "Do what you think is best."

"Really? Thank you, sir!" Hound said, face brightening.

Briefly wondering what he had just agreed to, Fox turned away and was immediately met with Commander Stone beckoning him over.

"Sir, I need you to come speak with the woman I'm sentencing."

"You know you're the one in charge of sentencing, Commander Stone," Fox reminded.

"I know, sir, but she's requesting that you oversee her community service personally," Stone told him.

Fox's brows lifted before he could stop the expression. "And that is Trooper Beam's area." Honestly, what was the point of dividing the Coruscant Guard into departments if everyone was going to ask him to do their job anyway?

"Yes, sir, but…" Stone sighed, looking more defeated than Fox had ever seen him. "Can you please come tell her that? She won't take my refusal as a proper answer."

Fox shook his head, but started for Stone's office. "Who is this woman?"

"Nora Czajak."

"Kriff, no," Fox refused before he could think better of it.

"You're lucky I'm not easily offended, Head Commander," Czajak said, appearing in the doorway of Stone's office.

"I won't oversee your community service," Fox snapped.

"Maybe you should step inside, Commander," Stone wearily advised. "She has a full argument ready."

Well, he could at least hear her out. Fox entered Stone's office, immediately feeling as though a trap had been sprung when the other commander shut the door - with himself on the outside. Fox cracked the door open enough to peer out. "Stone, aren't you coming?"

"Kriff, no, Commander," Stone denied. "I'm going to get some caf and maybe some alcohol. Good luck."

When Fox turned back around, he found that Nora had seated herself in Stone's chair behind the Commander's desk. Everything was a power game for her. Since he refused to give her the satisfaction of asking her to leave the seat, Fox walked to the transparisteel window beside her. He peered outside, as if an advertisement for nerf steaks was the most interesting thing he had seen all day.

"I still won't oversee your community service," Fox's tone was blunt.

"You look like hell," Czajak's tone was also blunt, and he almost turned to look at her, but caught himself in time. "Don't you sleep?"

Even the mention of sleep was enough to make his eyes burn. "I'm a busy man, Czajak. Too busy for sleep and too busy to supervise community service hours."

"Maybe you should sit down before you fall down, Commander."

He scoffed, still staring out of the window. "I don't need your pity."

A moment later, a hard bump against the back of his knees had Fox falling backward into a chair he vaguely recognized as the one that sat behind Stone's desk. Czajak stepped around him, shaking her head, and sat down in a guest chair. Fox frowned. She had given up a position of power, the implied high ground in this office.

"I think you should be the one to oversee my community service," she started.

"I disagree," Fox countered.

"You are the one who decided that community service was the right answer for members of Clone Rights who were arrested, yes?" He nodded, already searching for the trap in her question. "How is it fair for you to put that much work on your trooper in charge of overseeing it? He didn't ask for so much responsibility."

Why was this woman always fighting to infantilize him and his brothers? "I assure you, Beam is fully capable of withstanding the stress."

"Well, I would hate to put him in such a bad position," Czajak mused. "I probably would feel so guilty that I would skip all my community service appointments."

"Then you'll be arrested for failure to appear."

"And I'll be sentenced to jail time, in which I will gain more followers," she said with a satisfied smile. "That's the fear, correct?"

Kriffing Stone and his running mouth. Fox gritted his teeth. "If you fail to appear for appointments, I will take the appropriate measures to ensure that you pay your debt to society."

"I'm sure you would," Czajak agreed easily. Too easily. "However, would it not be more simple to agree to oversee my community service yourself? We could avoid all of the unpleasantness for the low price of one-hundred hours of your time."

"You couldn't afford that low price," Fox snorted.

Czajak's eyes glinted in amusement. "How about this, then? Your men rave about your leadership and how you never ask them to do anything you wouldn't be willing to do yourself. I know most of your men consider me to be the worst of the worst. I received the highest number of required community service hours. By taking on the responsibility of… well, of me, you would be proving that your willingness to do all aspects of the job is true in every situation."

Fox's head ached as he tried to find a way of refuting her point. It was a solid argument and she knew it from the way she was smiling at him. He suddenly understood why Commander Stone had refused to come to this part of the meeting.

"Fine," he ground out, voice low and harsh. "I'll oversee your community service. I don't know why you're being so insistent about it, but it won't be fun. You'll show up when and where I tell you, and stay as long as I deem fit. And if I hear a single complaint from you, I'll toss you in a cell, new followers be karked. Understood?"

"Perfectly, Commander," Czajak agreed. She was all demure compliance now that she had gotten her way. "Please notify me with the details of our first meeting."

"Consider yourself dismissed," Fox growled at her.

Czajak winked and rose to leave. As she opened the door, Fox heard Chase say, "Ouch! That one pinched me!"

"We talked about this, Gadi!" Nora lectured, leaving Stone's door to close behind her.

Fox rubbed at the lines between his brows. For his own sake, he took a moment to breathe before he had to go deal with whatever that was about.

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Ransom I

"Okay, the Commander said I was cleared to deal with you as I see fit."

The sentence may have been worded as a threat, but Ransom could sense no malice in the trooper's tone. It didn't matter either way. She had been arrested too many times to count. There was nothing this pleasant-faced officer could do that would frighten her. Well, short of throwing her to his massiff. Even then, she was certain that she would do a great deal of damage before it could take her down.

"Whoa, what's with that face?" he asked, and Ransom immediately smoothed her expression.

"Just waiting for this to be over."

"I also treasure our time together," he smiled, reaching out a hand as if to pat her on the arm. Ransom was a comical distance away, seated on the other side of a wide desk, and she raised one eyebrow in his direction.

"Good news is that I think I've finally located your file," he said, not deterred by her lack of response. He hadn't been all day, actually. Ransom wasn't willing to work with him at all. She believed that he shouldn't need to read through a history of her life to know that the alterations to her cybernetics were illegal and needed to be removed or licensed. Instead, the trooper - who had cheerfully introduced himself several times as Sergeant Hound - had used a biometric scan to track her file.

"Ransom," Hound read from the display. He stared at her for a long moment, dark brows furrowed. "Your name is Ransom?"

"Your name is Hound," she fired back immediately. "Are you sure you want to start this fight?"

"Yeah, but most civvies have a last name."

"Why would I need a last name?" Ransom asked with a frown. "To keep from being confused with all of the other cybernetically-altered Coruscanti women named Ransom?"

"...That's true," Hound conceded. He turned his attention back to the screen and Ransom tensed a bit at what he would find. She braced herself for any number of unpleasant responses. In the past, she had seen everything from pity to awe to disgust, but he simply scanned through the documents - she had a lot of them - and nodded. "Well, you're being charged with disturbing the peace, but that isn't worth jail time or any significant fine. The Head Commander has been on a real community service kick lately, so we'll get you signed up for some of that."

"I'd rather take the jail time," Ransom spat out.

"No you wouldn't," Hound said seriously. "The jail is rough. Full of unsavory characters, terrible food, bad lighting. Plus, your job wouldn't take too kindly to you spending time in jail. None of them ever do. Don't you want to keep working at…" he checked the screen again, "...Red Squad?"

"Red Squad wouldn't fire me for being in jail," Ransom assured him.

"You can't know that for sure," Hound argued. "Trust me, community service is the better way to go."

"I do know for sure, actually," Ransom argued, unsure of why she was pressing the issue.

"Why, you sleeping with the boss or something?" he asked, tossing the datapad to land on the desk's surface.

Ransom smirked a bit at that. "Only in the occasional dry season. I am the boss. Owner, actually. I run Red Squad."

Hound laughed at that, and it was such a rich, cheerful sound that Ransom almost didn't mind that he was laughing at her. Almost.

"Your name is Ransom, no last name, and you own and run a business called 'Red Squad'. Are you secretly a clone trooper?"

"If I ran a squad, wouldn't that mean I outranked you?" Ransom fired back.

"Probably," he said, seeming unconcerned. "It would make you a captain, at least."

"Well, I already have a better-regulation haircut than you," she tried again. She had yet to see a member of the GAR rise to the bait about ranks - particularly the implication that a civilian outranked them - but clone troopers were notoriously fastidious about their appearance.

Hound raked a hand through his too-long hair and grinned at her. "Yeah, it's been a while since I visited the barber. Is my hair distracting you?"

"Hardly," Ransom snorted, pressing away the spark that had lit her belly at his waggling eyebrows.

"Good, then let's talk about your community service," he said. "Normally, you would be in the care of Trooper Beam, but he's recently experienced a flood of requests. I have it on good authority that he has some three thousand hours of community service to oversee after today, so I'll take care of supervising your hours. I'm thinking forty should be more than enough for something as minor as disturbing the peace. Give me your comlink information and I'll contact you for scheduling."

Ransom felt her eyes fly wide before she could bite back the response. "No."

"No?" Hound asked with a pouty sort of frown.

"You're an ARF trooper," she tried again.

Hound beamed warmly at her. "Great job! The average civilian doesn't even know what an ARF trooper is, let alone how to recognize one."

"I'm not an average civilian," Ransom told him, the response flat. "But my point is that you're an ARF. I don't want to do any community service that has to do with massiffs."

His dark eyes softened and warmed with understanding, and Ransom hated it. She didn't want - didn't need - anyone's pity. In her irritation, she lashed out. "So throw me in jail if you want to, bucket head, but I refuse to work with those beasts."

"Hey, I get it," he sympathized, face still kind. Ransom wanted to put her fist through it.

"No, you really don't," she snarled. "I'll-"

"Everything okay in here?" another trooper asked, ducking into the small office.

"Yeah, just chatting," Hound said easily, as if Ransom hadn't been in the middle of threatening him. "What are you up to, Stone?"

"Head Commander's in my office with the Czajak woman," he explained. "I needed to lie low."

"Makes sense to me," Hound gave a sympathetic grimace. "Ransom and I are going over community service options. You're usually in charge of bookings. Care to explain the process?"

"Oh, uh…" Stone hesitated. Ransom would bet that he hadn't expected Hound to actually need help. "We try to match civilians with their skills and interests."

"So you wouldn't force someone to work with an animal they have a strong dislike towards?" Ransom asked sharply, full of skepticism.

"Absolutely not," Stone answered with finality. "And if you mean the massiffs, a lot of civvies are uncomfortable around them. They're not even an option for community service, so there's no worry about that."

"Thank you, Stone!" Hound said, voice cheerful. Looking more than a bit confused, Stone gave a short nod and left. "Feel better?"

"If you knew working with massiffs wasn't an option, why didn't you tell me that?" Ransom crossed her arms over her chest.

"It seemed like you weren't really interested in listening to me," he said with a shrug.

"So you won't need my comlink information after all," she summarized.

"Now, no one said that," Hound hedged. "I can still supervise your community service."

"How?"

"Hey, I do other work around here!" he said, clearly defensive. "I can trade shifts around, pick up some duties cleaning streets or… working with- um, old people..?"

"I think I'll pass," Ransom told him with a snort.

"Suit yourself," Hound shrugged. "In that case, I'll still be the one supervising the licensing process for those cybernetic alterations."

Ransom was ready to argue, but something about the look in his eyes warned that he wouldn't give in so easily. Telling herself she would get a new frequency as soon as she was done registering the alterations, Ransom gave Hound the information he needed. She couldn't leave the precinct soon enough.

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A/N - There! A full chapter without one Hound POV! Are you proud of me? I'm proud of me. And with this chapter, we've set up all of our couples! Though I might end up having to make a one-shot or side fic with Stone since I love him. This is also one of the longer chapters of this story, so congrats for getting through it!

[jojowritesstuff]

“What hurts?” “Everything” Hazel and Raya?

This was actually supposed to be longer but it’sthree in the morning and my concentration is shot. So this will have to do fortonight and I’ll get the second part done soon (ish)

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 "This is taking longer than I thought. Areyou sure this is the right route?" Raya asked, they have been planning a shortroad trip for the few days off they had together. They were driving for hoursand it didn't seem like they were even anywhere close to arriving. The poundingheadache developing in Raya's skull didn't make the drive any easier and shehas been feeling chilly all day though it did not seem to be exceptionallycold. Though she was still trying not to show it, she didn't want Hazel toworry.

 "Um, yes? It's getting dark though, andyou know my night vision is shot... do you want to pull over, maybe find acrappy motel to stay in?" Hazel asked lightly, smiling at her fiancée.

 "If we're still on the right way we shouldbe there soon but..." Raya paused, taking a deep breath. All so suddenly she was aware ofjust how shaky she felt, her throat was strangely dry too and she felt rathersluggish overall. "Maybe you'reright though. It's probably a better idea to stop somewhere and rest instead ofbeing all tired tomorrow because we drove all night."

 Hazelnodded. "Okay, sounds good, and drink some water baby, you sound a littleraspy," she encouraged, changing lanes.

 "Sorry," Raya said, stifling a cough and reached forthe bottle of water on the backseat. She took a few sips though it didn't stopher throat from being scratchy. "Ithink there's a motel not very far ahead so we can rest up and go the rest ofthe way in the morning," she mumbled as she scrolled through herphone. Surprisingly, even though they were basically in the middle of nowhereher phone was still picking up some signal allowing her to look up the closestplace to rest for the night.

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 "Areyou okay? You’ve gotten quiet," Hazel said, once they had stopped at thelot which wasn’t just roughly fifteen minutes away.  “You look kinda pale too,” she hummed, thestreet light from the parking lot illuminating the car and allowing her abetter look at Raya.

 "Just tired." Raya nodded, which wasn't even alie. Shivering lightly, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself.

 "Okay.Cold?" Hazel asked, rubbing her fiancées arm gently. It was a long driveand it’s been getting late, it made sense that Raya would be tired. She wasdriving for the first couple of hours until they switched and Hazel took overso neither of them would have to drive all the way.

 Raya noddedagain, though she usually didn't get cold easily she was absolutely freezingnow. "Can we just go and see if theygot a room free?" she asked and even though she kept her voice low itwas still rasping.

 Hazelnodded, suddenly suspecting that something may not be right with hergirlfriend, but not wanting to say anything. "Come on hun," she said, taking her hand as they climbedout of the car and pulled her close to her. Finally getting to stretch her legsagain felt good and she figured that they’d probably just need a proper night’srest and would be good to on in the morning.

 Checking inwent over fairly quick and Hazel jogged back to their car to grab theiressentials – PJs, toothbrush and the like before they entered their room. Itwas quite small and in obvious need of some renovating  but it had a small kitchen area in it, thoughit would be near impossible to do much more than boil some water or heat upcanned food in it.

 "This looks like it came straight from aCSI show,"Raya said interrupted by a cough. "Wouldn't...wouldn't be surprised if we'd find a dead body," she chuckled butstill dropped onto the bed with a light sniffle.

 Hazellaughed lightly, still concerned for her girlfriend. "Hey, stopping here was your idea! I vote you protect me so Idon't get murdered," she teased, kissing her girlfriends cheek andfrowning. "Ry, you're burningup," she said, placing the backs of her hands on Raya's face. "Oh, sweetie..."

  "'m cold," Raya said, a shiver running downher spine as if to prove her point. She was slightly leaning against Hazel atthis point, feeling way too tired and run down to even try and hide how shefelt.

 "Oh honey, you're sick," Hazel sighed, shaking her head. "Come on, get into bed." Shepulled the covers back and waited for Raya to take off her shoes so she couldlay down.

 "Can't be sick, not now," Raya mumbled followed by anotherround of coughing which hurt her already sore throat and made her wince.

 "Well, I hate to break it to you, but Idon't think your immune system takes requests," Hazel said, pressing another kissto her forehead, trying to at least estimate how high her temperature would be.

 "My immune system can go to hell, we'resupposed to enjoy this weekend," Raya complained and slid under the covers.

 "Aw, come on, it won't be so bad so longas we can stay alive in the hellhole," Hazel laughed, tugging Raya in. "Tomorrow we can head back or find anicer hotel for you," she promised, kissing the tip of her nose. "Come on, let's see what kind of medswe can drug you up on."

 "I... I didn't pack any meds. Didn't thinkwe'd need them,"Raya admitted sheepishly. Hazel was suggesting that they’d pack somepainkillers and other meds for common ailments but Raya figured they could gowithout, it was just a weekend after all.

 "I have Advil in my bag probably," Hazel said, searching through herbag. "Here, take two, no, three, they’reall I've got left. I can go to a store around here, see what they've got."

 "Can you get me some cough drops orsomething?"Raya rasped and downed the pills with the rest of the water she brought withher.

 Hazelnodded. "Yeah, of course sweetie. I'llbe back in about half an hour, try to get a little sleep," she told herand was already heading out the door. It was late already and stores would beclosing soon so she was in a bit of a hurry.

 Raya curledup under the covers once Hazel was gone. She managed to doze for a bit butkicked the covers off soon, feeling herself sweat through her shirt.

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 Hazel cameback just a while later, carrying grocery bags, not with medicine though. Shekissed Raya’s forehead gently to wake her and sat on the edge of the bed.

 Rayastirred and groaned lightly before blinking her eyes open. "Hmm, hey..." she croaked.

"How are you doing?" Hazel asked gently, brushing a fewsweaty strands of hair out of her fiancées face.

 "Worse than before," Raya admitted. Her voice was raspy,her head throbbed and breathing became a chore.

 “Aw, what hurts?” Hazel asked, concern written across herfeatures as she once more pressed her hand to Raya’s overly warm forehead.

 “Everything,” Raya groaned and moved to rest her head onHazel’s leg.

 Hazel sighedsympathetically. "Okay, well I'vegot some good and bad news, what do you want to hear first?"

 "Start with the bad? Let's work our wayup," Raya shrugged,sitting up.

 "Pharmacy was closed, it’s nearly eleven," Hazel said, wrapping an arm aroundher girlfriend for support. "Sowe're gonna experiment a little bit."

 "Experiment? As in...?" Raya asked, slightly vary. "And what's the good news?"

 "I'm an ivy-league educatedphysician," Hazeldeadpanned. "There are worse peopleto improvise with."

 "So we're going to go withgrandmother-esque home remedies?" Raya said, quite surprised. "Since when do you stray from actualmedicine and dip into herbal voodoo st..." she teased but was cut offby a coughing fit.

 "Shut up," Hazel laughed, though she rubbed Raya’sback until she stopped coughing."This isn't herbal OR voodoo you know, this is based off scientificfact."

 Raya took ashaky breath but was cut off by another cough. She let herself fall back intothe bed with a groan. "This sucks."

 "I know, but hey- I'll make you some tea, Iwant you to try something first though," Hazel said, rubbing Raya’s hand with herthumb.

 "Tea doesn't even sound so bad right nowwhich is actually kinda scary," Raya rasped out

 "That's how I know you're sick," Hazel teased. "Here, this might help your throat though." She reachedinto the bag and pulled out a container of salt.

 "That's salt," Raya said, brows furrowed lightly. "How is that going to help mythroat?"

 "Salt water once I mix it," Hazel told her. "You're going to gargle it, it'll… you know,it'll just help," she said, forfeiting the long, more complicated explanation.

 "So, kind of like a disinfectant for mythroat I assume?" Raya mumbled.

 "Yeah, you'll get a ton of those germs flushedout," Hazelnodded, starting to make the concoction. "It'llsting a little though," she warned.

 Rayawatched Hazel fix the mixture, sniffling every once in a while. "Never thought I'd ever see you messingwith home remedies." she chuckled lightly.

 Hazelsighed. "It's mimickingsaline," she said indignantly. "Very scientific."

 "I think if you just dig deep enough youcan find scientific explanations for any of these," Raya said and walked over, restingher head on Hazel's shoulder.

 Hazel shother a look. "Do you want a doctor’shelp or not?" she asked, though there was nothing hard in her voice.

 "Okay fine. I won't complain aboutwhatever you'll do, I promise," Raya said, pressing a light kiss to Hazel'scheek.

 "Get your germs away," Hazel teased, handing the cup to Raya."I'll make you some tea aswell," she assured.

 "I am pretty sure you brought those germshome from work,"Raya said and took the cup, heading to the ridiculously small bathroom. She tooka swig of the saltwater mixture, gargling it but almost immediately spit it outinto the sink with a shudder. "God,that's disgusting!"

 Hazelwinced. "I love you," shecalled after her girlfriend. "Trynot to let it touch your tongue..." she warned.

 "Too late," Raya called out from the bathroombefore once again spitting into the sink, trying to get rid of the taste. "For how long do I even have to garglethis to make it work?"

 "Longerthan you have," Hazel sighed and walked over to the bathroom once she putthe water on the mini stove to boil. "Comeon, like twenty seconds, once or twice more," she said, wrapping anarm around Raya.

 Raya took adeep breath, bracing herself. She quickly took another sip and threw her headback, counting to twenty in her mind as she gargled. She was speeding throughher counting, trying to force herself to keep going but eventually she spat themixture into the sink, gagging afterwards. "Can...can I stop please?"

 Hazelnodded sympathetically. "I'm sorry, itshould be helping now though. Do you want to lie down again?" sheasked, rubbing her girlfriend’s back.

 Raya noddedand turned the tap to rinse the sink with hot water before trudging back out ofthe room, collapsing onto the bed with a shiver. "I hope that murdered all those damned germs," shemuttered, wrapping the comforter around herself.

 "I'm sure it did," Hazel said, and went to fix a cupof tea. "For you," she smiled,handing it over to Raya.

"Thank you," Raya said, accepting the mug with agrateful smile. "This is definitelybetter than the salt stuff," she hummed after the first sip.

   …to be continued…

[luffysmeat]

Two years, six months

A/N: Don’t you guys love when I say “I’ll try to make the next one shorter” or “I’ll be posting it tomorrow/tonight/tosometime”? Because I DON’T. Anyway, this is the last fanfic scenario of this pregnant series! Yayayayay, I am actually really happy with the result and I’m glad you guys are too! And that the anoncakes that asked for them said that they’re enjoying, ah. Life goals. I hope you enjoy this one too! It’s 2:57 am so I’m not making a proof-reading. i’m lazy af, sorry!

DISCLAIMER (and, due to disclaimer, SPOILERS): this is totally headcanon, i don’t know if Law can actually inherit his childhood’ illnes to his offspring, because of the Ope Ope no Mi and all of that, but I live for DRAMA and ANGST, guys, so OF COURSE HE CAN HERE! Again, this is totallty HEADCANON~ ♥

Words: 2,477 (under the cut for OBVIAS RAZONES)

“Ah, it’s [Name]-chan!”, Bepo squeaked as soon as your feet landed on the ship’s deck; he quickly ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your cheek with his fluffy one. “Where were yooouuuuu?!”

“I’m back~”, you giggled, breathing heavily and sweating a little as you pressed the package close to your chest with one arm, the other wrapped around Bepo. You felt someone rustling your hair as Bepo kept crying. 

“We were worried”, Penguin said as he neared you, meaning that the one rustling your hair was Shachi. “Where have you been? We were leaving without you”, you rolled your eyes, smiling as you kept trapped between Bepo’s arms.

“I went to a special mission”

“Well, Captain is specially angry at you right now”, Shachi said, and you patted Bepo on his back, making him cry harder. 

“It'll be alright”, you said, but then frowned. “I think... Is he in his room?”, they nodded. “Then I’m gonna see him now. Thank you for worrying about me”, they blush and you bowed at them after Bepo let you go. 

You quickly headed to his quaters and once you were right infront of the door, you knocked four times to let him know it was you. One knock for each syllable on “Tra-fal-gar Law”, and you were just slightly surprised when he didn’t answer, of course he would be angry, you entered his room anyway.

“Captain?”, you close the door behind you.

“Where the fuck have you been?”, he asks, his back facing you as he scribbles down in one of his journals, three books open infront of him. You sigh.

“I went to-

“Do you know how worried I was?”, you frown when he puts his pencil down but he doesn’t turn around to see you. You can see his shoulders tensing.

“I only left for a couple of hours, Law”, you try to explain. “You said it was okay if I wanted to buy some things, so I-

“But you didn’t say you were leaving!”, he finally gets up to face you and you flinch a little seeing his angry expression. “Listen, you can’t do whatever you want, whenever you want, [Name]!”, he screams, failing his arms around, he was really angry. “Your decisions affect the rest of the crew and me, why wouldn’t you tell me where were you going?”

“I just thought-

“That’s the problem!”, he interrumpts you again and you just press the package harder against your chest. “You always think only on yourself! You don’t think about the problems your actions may cause or the consequences of your acts!”

“Law!”, you try to speak up. “Let me just explain to you-

“No! I don’t want you to explain anything to me!”, he rubs his face with his hands. “Dammit, [Name]. Sometimes I wish you just leave!”, you widen your eyes. “Sometimes I can’t stand looking at your face and deal with your shit!”, you feel your cheeks starting to heat up and your eyes starting to burn. “Sometimes I wish I had not asked you to be part of my crew”, he finally sighs and doesn’t look back up at you as he sits infront of his desk again. “Tell everyone to not interrumpt me”, he says as he starts to scribble on his notebook again. 

You try to swallow the bump growing on your throat and a strangled noise comes out, Law doesn’t bother to look back as he turns just another page from his book. You nod, even when you know he can’t see you and silently make your way out of his room, you jump seeing Bepo, Shachi and Penguing right infront of you. 

“[Name]-chan”, Bepo whispers and you feel a tear falling down your eyes. 

“Ah! Captain says that he doesn’t want anyone disturbing him”, you say, smiling at them the best you could as more tears keep sliding down your cheeks. “I think I’m gonna go and take a rest, if you don’t mind”, they don’t say a thing. “Excuse me”, you bow and quickly make your way to your room, closing the door behind you. “What do I do know?”, you ask yourself before covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the sound of your sob.

The package pressed on your chest suddenly felt heavier as the little person growing inside your belly. It was only three months, approximately. You placed a hand on top of your tummy, if Law can’t stand looking at your face… how would he stand looking at your child’s face, even if it was his too. You sighed and got up from the floor, placing the package on your bed as you go through your things, looking for something to write and paper and, sitting on the chair infront of your desk, you start to scribble down with shaky hands; tears sometimes ruining your letter, forcing you to start again.

***

“Captain!”, Bepo screams, banging on the door. “Captain! Open the door! Captain, Captain!”, Law jumps awake and growls, dragging the chair back and getting up to open the door.

“I told [Name] to-

“[Name]-san is gone!”, Law growled again, a vein popping on his forehead.

“I clearly told her-

“She’s gone, Captain!”, Bepo repeats, finally crying and shaking Law by the shoulders. “She left! She took a few of her things and- and-

Law widened his eyes and pushed Bepo to the side, running to your room. You left a few things here and there, but your backpack, that you always left in one exact spot, was gone and so where a few things from your wardrobe. You were gone.

“She left something on the bed”, Law jumped a little when he heard a voice behind him, he didn’t recognized it and he didn’t care as he walked to your bed, watching a little packege wrapped in a brown paper and a little note at the side.

Dear Law:

By the time you read this I, hopefully, had left the ship. Don’t bother looking for me. I don’t want to be a burden for anyone… maybe this is a bit sudden, and I definately will regret this decision by the end of the day, but it’s probably the best for the crew, for you and for me, now that I think about it.

Anyway, when we were down town, yesterday, you said you needed this medicine, but since you bought a lot of books you didn’t have enough money to buy it, so, instead, I bought it for you.

I hope it works perfectly, I almost got caught by a few marines and it got a bit shook because of my running. Don’t worry about the marines, I took care of them. 

It was nice to be part of your crew, Law. And it was even nicer to be part of your personal life. You’ll always be my lover. I don’t think I’ll find anyone like you ever again. I still love you and I always will.

Take care, Law.

-Forever yours, [Name]

“Captain…”, he now recognized that sound as Bepo’s voice.

“We’re leaving”, he says, taking the medicine and the letter. 

“But, Cap-

“I said we’re leaving, Bepo”, he closes the door of your room and looks up at his navigator. “Right now”

“… Yes, Captain”.

***

You wake up at the silent crying of your child. Your eyes snapping open as you sat up in bed, he was curled beside you.

“Baby, sweetie, what’s wrong?”, you ask, brushing his bangs out of his forehead to wake him up, and you feel him burning.

“Mommy, it hurts”, he cries, opening his arms and looking up at you, you frown, looking at his redened face and eyes filled with tears. “Mommy”, he makes grabby hands at you. “It hurts and I’m cold”

You pick him up in your arms kissing his burning cheek. He’s going to die. You can’t help but cry a little. You look outside the little window and see the snow falling into the sea, but you know he’s not cold due to the weather. It’s the sickness. This sickness is taking away your child and he’s only two years old. 

No. No, it’s not going to take him away from you. You need to find someone that wants to cure him. This thing is not contagious. You need to find someone. You have to. For him. He’s too young and he has a whole world to see. He’s just a baby.

“I’ll find a doctor, Hikari”, you promise, getting into your coat the best you can with your child between your arms. “I’ll find you a good doctor that will help you feel better, my love”, you cover him up with his blanket and he wraps his arms around your neck, nuzzling in the crook between your shoulder and neck, his little legs around your torso. 

You put on the hoodie of your coat and open the door of your little house, the cold wind making you and Hikari shiver; you close the door again and got a bit scared that it would crumble down. It was too tiny, just a little square being the room-kitchen-bathroom-living room all together and it was too fragile. It maybe will come down soon. You’ll need to find another place to live.

After leaving the Heart Pirates’ crew you stayed in the same island, it was tiny, and the people were nice to you, soon enough you were part of them and they even hid you from the marines. Everyone was exceptionally nice when Hikari was born, but, after he turned one, little white marks started to appear on his face and body, you took him to the Hospital, and you were more than surprised to hear them screaming and saying horrible things at your child.

“A monster! It has the Amber Lead Syndrome! Amber Lead Syndrom!”

Needless to say you beat up everyone around you who said horrible things about your child. You didn’t know what was this illness, but the nice people around you suddenly turned their backs to you and your child, they still loved you both, though, and helped you to build a little house near the beach. 

Sometimes people would come and bring you food and all that kind of things, because they thought they’ll get the infection too. Some other times other people would come to try and kill Hikari, but of course, you were stronger and you’ll live for your child. And you have to live now because you need to find someone to cure Hikari from this. 

“How are you doing, baby?”, you ask, patting his back softly as you walk towards the little boat you bought back in time, just in case. Today was the case. 

“I’m fine, mommy”, he whispers and looks up at you, showing you his bright smile, his brightness not reaching his steel-blue eyes, you smile anyway. 

“Good, baby”, you kiss his forehead. “Why- why don’t you sing with me, hmm?”, he lets out a breathy giggle and nods, leaning into you as you start to sing softly along with him, your arms wrapping tighter around him. 

But where are you going to go? The sea is angry right now, would it have mercy on you and your dying child? And what if they try to kill Hikari again? However you can’t stop your feet, they keep guiding you to your little boat. You touch your side pocket to make sure you have the Log Pose, it is there. Also-

“Mommy”, Hikari stops singing. “Am I going to die?”, your heart contracts at his question and tears start to run down your face. You can’t lose him too.

“I don’t know, baby”, you answer honestly and he sobs. “But I’ll do the best I can to keep you alive, Hikari. You’re my light, Hikari. That’s what your name means, so I’ll not let my light go out. I’ll find you a doctor. I’ll find yo-

Oh God

“Mommy?”, he looks up at you, but you don’t look back at him, you’re too busy looking at the ship. 

“Baby”, you gasp. “Baby, cover your ears, mama is going to yell right now”, he quickly covers his ears and you take in a deep breath. “LAW!- I’m going to run now, baby, hold on tight", Hikari nods and more tears fall down your eyes as you quickly run to that ship right beside your little boat. His ship. "LAW! LAW! LAW PLEASE! I NEED- I NEED YOUR HELP!", the sea is muffling your yelling, but your feet keep running and running and-

“[Name]?”, you jump and turn around. “Is that you?”

“Law”, you whisper and suddenly your world is spinning around two people, one in your arms, shivering and whimpering in pain and the other infront of you, looking at you wide wide eyes. “Law”, you whisper again and get closer to him, and you’re thankful when he doesn’t step back. “Law, oh God, Law, I need your help. I- I don’t know why you’re here, but I need your help, please!”

He looks at your eyes and you feel a shiver running down your spine, he’s looking at you, but then his sight goes lower unitl he’s looking at the little bump curled on your chest.

“Is that-

“Law, I don’t know what’s wrong with him”, you cry, pressing Hikari closer to you. “The doctors here don’t want to help! They call him horrible things, they try to kill him, Law. Please help me”, you uncover Hikari’s hand to show Law the white marks on his skin. “Use your ability, I can’t lose him. He’s my child. He’s-”, Law’s face is a combination of a lot of emotions, but it’s too late when you notice: “He’s your child, Law”

“Shit”, he mumbles. “Shit. Shit. Shit, [Name]!”, he looks desperate, his shoulders and hat getting covered with snow as he walks to one side to the other. “You should’ve told me before you left! Why-

“I don’t care! Just help me, dammit! Can you?!”, Hikari feels havier and you hear his breathing getting wheezy, he’s dying. In your arms, right now. “Law- Law please, he’s my baby. Help him, I’m begging you, I-

“To the ship, [Name]. Now”, he starts to walk towards the ship and you notice his shoulders shaking, and it wasn’t because of the cold. “Hurry! He’s going to die if we don’t hurry!”

“I will not let him die!”, Law looks back at you and he shivers seeing your determination.

“No, you will not”, it’s the only thing he says before wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pushing you.

“Hikari?”, he hums. “Sing to mama, yes?”, he nods and his little weak voice starts to fill your ears as Law pushes you and you try to keep your legs going. 

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Logan glanced up to him then he gave a nod, but before he could say anything about dinner or the chicken Virgil was already dancing around the kitchen. He chuckled softly under his breath and leaned against the table. He simply watched him searching the cupboards, and then wiggling, and starting to make dinner. Gosh, he's so cute when he's this happy and joyful. It makes Logan have a soft blush on his cheeks and a happy smile on his face. It's just...nice seeing him this happy.

He silently went over to clean the rest of the mess up. He made sure that the carpet was squeaky clean and he even sorted some stuff out so it would look nicer. And oh, looks like they both finished together.

"Mhm! We're done at the same time! See, that was a lot more faster then if you were going to do both by yourself!" Logan purred softly as he was petted again, his little ears on the top of his head flicking. "Okay! Oh, right, yeah, it'll probably be smarter if I shift back." Logan pulled the blanket from his midsection and then there was a small pop. Just like that he turned back into a dog. "See you soon!" He cooed at the forehead kiss and he stood up to lick Virgil on his nose too. "I'll be here! I won't go anywhere, promise!" He went over to the couch and hopped onto it, his tail wagging the entire time.

🥺-Part 2-🥺

TW: Misgendering. Rape. Swearing. Spousal Abuse. Blood (mention). Injury (mention). GRAPHIC - Read at your own risk.

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Logan continued to bark and stand protectively over Virgil, he snarled and watched Janus head back inside. He didn't dare even move until he heard the bedroom door slam. Then he immediately turned back to Virgil and oh…he's so terrified… This isn't love! Someone shouldn't be this scared of their mate. He knows it!

"Vee… Vee… It's okay. He's gone. Breathe… Breathe… Yes, I am your friend. It's gonna be okay. I'll help you clean it too. I'm sure with us working together we'll make it sparkle and shine! He may even be proud of you for making it sparkle so much!" Logan looked around and when he didn't see anyone he shifted back to a human. There was another soft pop and then he bent down to scoop Virgil up into his arms. Urgently he ran inside of the house just in case someone sees him and then he closes the door behind him. He moves over to the couch and carefully placed Virgil on said couch. He looked around for something, oh where is it… Where is it… He saw it before they left… There it is! He grabbed the weighted blanket that was folded by the couch and draped it over Virgil. Before he shifted back into a dog. He crawled into Virgils lap and gave him a hug. "Breathe… Breathe… He knows that you are sorry. We'll make it shine and sparkle!" He moved Virgil's hands so he could grip onto his coat instead of himself or the blanket. "I love you vee. Sh… Sh…"