#and then he goes and gets himself put into a week long coma

[dragonsbluee]

Every time Cale uses an ancient power and then gets confused when people react in worry I laugh and want to shake him because Cale, CALE YOU NEVER EXPLAIN WHY YOU'RE VOMITING BLOOD.

And here's the thing, vomitting blood, regardles of colour is a sign of serious internal problems, and you know what signs and symptoms you should definitely watch out for afterwards?

Dizziness, especially after standing.

Rapid, shallow breathing.

Or other signs of shock.

So everyone around him makes the very valid assumption the Cale using an ancient power = severe internal bleeding and then Cale goes and usually displays some symptoms of shock (I.E shaky limbs, dizziness, weakness in limbs) and just never explains that he's actually fine. Instead, he tries to get up and keep moving unless he's already fainted.

OF COURSE THEY'RE FREAKING OUT CALE! They think you need serious medical attention and you keep refusing to see a healer or a doctor! (Yes we know you don't want them figuring out how many powers you have and that they can't do anything anyways, but your friends don't!)

Since we don't see what the others are doing every time Cale falls into a coma as a response, I imagine that they're all frantic, trying to figure out what went wrong, how injured he is and how to get him the proper medical care. And then Cale wakes up and is just confused as to why they made it such a big deal.

Like Cale, please, for at least the first few times, they probably thought you were DYING.

[gffa]

I've been a little slow on getting out new STAR WARS fic recs out, but in my defense it's because I've been reading a bunch of longer fics lately. In the spirit of "there's a special feeling to those fics that consume you and make you stay up until 3am because you can't put them down", here's a list of some of the ones I've loved or am in the middle of reading and they are haunting my thoughts and I need to inflict that on everyone else. Whether you're looking at a long upcoming trip and need some good reading material or avoiding your feelings by sinking into fic or just because you like reading, I hope you'll find something here! Including a bonus underrunning theme of throwing in a bunch of Jedi-loving fic to continue my agenda of making Jedi-centric fandom a more fun place to be. 30k+ is the minimum and this isn't all of my favorites, but it's a great list of "I have a week off to kill and I want to be in a fic coma by the end of it".

STAR WARS FIC FOR WHEN YOU NEED TO KILL ABOUT TEN HOURS WORTH OF TIME AND WANT TO HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT FICTIONAL PSYCHIC SPACE WIZARDS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT:

✦ Out with Lanterns by SkyeBean, mace & ahsoka & plo & shaak & cast, 312.5k     In another universe, Jedi Masters Plo Koon and Depa Billaba decide a Padawan could do Mace some good. It takes a while, but he eventually agrees. When he takes Ahsoka Tano as his Padawan, Mace knows that he's broken through a Shatterpoint and changed the course of a life. How, he doesn't know. ✦ Reprise by Elfpen, obi-wan & qui-gon & mace & yoda & anakin & cast, time travel, 558.9k wip     Ben Kenobi dies aboard the Death Star in the year 0 BBY. He wakes up shortly thereafter in the Jedi temple in the year 41 BBY. Haunted by memories and regret, Ben must forge a new path for himself in the Jedi Order of his youth while navigating the murky waters of time travel. Crafting a better future from bitter experience is hard, but learning to heal is even harder. ✦ Take it from the top and try again by mauvera, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & padme & mace & shmi & dooku & cast, time travel, 112k wip     Five years into his self imposed exile on Tattooine, Obi-Wan Kenobi is gifted the chance to go back and bring hope back to the galaxy. With hindsight on his side, he fully intends to save his master, save his padawan, make some new and old friends again, prepare the Jedi for a war they’ll hopefully never see and begin to pull apart all the many tangled threads of the Sith Lord’s plans. Should be relatively easy. Right? ✦ Post Order 66 Exile AU by Livsy, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 46k     Alternatively: after a failed order 66, in which many Jedi still died but the Sith were defeated, an exiled warrior and a boy wander a distant planet and attempt to get along. ✦ Remedial Jedi Theology by MarbleGlove, obi-wan & anakin & jedi & cast, 51.3k     Let us consider the fact that the Jedi Order is a monastic religious organization based out of a temple, with five basic tenets of faith. ✦ Supreme Chancellor Obi-Wan Kenobi by stonefreeak, obi-wan & anakin & padme & yoda & palpatine & bail & dooku & mace & quinlan & vokara & ahsoka & cast, 124.5k wip     By an old Republic law, all members of the Jedi High Council are senators in the Galactic Senate, and can thus be voted in as chancellor. A Senator from a less prominent planet has had enough of Chancellor Palpatine's incompetence and calls for a Vote of No-Confidence and the installation of Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi as Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. This one action becomes the catalyst that changes the direction of the galaxy. ✦ What We've Become by Vinyarie, vader & ahsoka & cast, 82k     Darth Vader and Ahsoka’s fight on Malachor takes a different path, and Ahsoka actually is able to save her master. Or rather, she’s able to convince him to save himself. Diverges from canon in the last few minutes of Twilight of the Apprentice and goes increasingly AU from there.

✦ time to change the road you're on by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & han & ghost crew & cast, time travel, 93.6k wip     The end of the Clone War is near - the fall of the Republic even nearer. Anakin Skywalker, caught up in the events that lead to the rise of the Empire and the loss of everything he holds dear, finds himself sent nearly two decades into the future. Ahsoka Tano, still coming to painful terms with the true fate of her former master, is - not exactly happy to see him. But the Force works in mysterious ways - and the future is not nearly as set in stone as they've been lead to believe. Multi-chapter AU, Rise of the Empire/Rebels-era. ✦ narrower than a razor's edge by bereft_of_frogs, obi-wan & dooku & qui-gon & anakin & sidious & cast, 30.2k     Dooku tips his hand ten years earlier because he can't stand the thought of his former apprentice's murder, and that might just be enough to save everyone...if it doesn't get them all killed first. ✦ soften every edge by gigglesandfreckles, obi-wan & ahsoka (& anakin), major character death, 48.1k     "Rejoice!" the galaxy says, in the wake of war and the dawning of peace. "How?" Obi-Wan asks. "No," Ahsoka says. (or: Obi-Wan & Ahsoka learn to live on.) ✦ hunting toward heartstill by blackkat, mace/cody & plo & fives & shaak & obi-wan & anakin & rex & cast, 207.2k     Plo has an idea. Mace agrees, and everything snowballs right into hell from there. (Or: Mace and Cody get married in order to give the clones citizen status. Before they can focus on that, though, they're going to have to deal with ancient Sith artifacts, evil prophets, plots to overthrow the Supreme Chancellor, lost planets, monsters warped by Sith alchemy, inconvenient , and Darth Sidious turning his eye on a potential new apprentice. Just...not in that order.) ✦ Cataclasm by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & waxer & cast, 63.1k wip     For reasons unknown to all but himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Jedi Order in the midst of the Clone Wars, taking with him a single clone. Anakin Skywalker has been unofficially tasked by the Order to find Obi-Wan and bring him home. Unfortunately for Anakin, it seems his former master is always ten steps ahead of him. ✦ Unexpected Awakening (The Rewrite) by Rhiw, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & feemor & bruck & jango & cast, time travel, 135.1k wip     The life of General Kenobi is cut short at the hands of his Padawan, but the sight that greets his eyes upon awakening is not that of blinding light of the Force, but the Jedi Temple he knew when he was still a youth. As he struggles to understand the path laid out before him, Obi-Wan unwittingly captures the attention of a singularly unusual Temple Guard, and that of a reluctant Qui-Gon Jinn.

✦ Knightrise by deviantaccumulation, obi-wan & ahsoka & satine & yoda & cast, 89.4k wip     There is no battle on Mustafar or in Coruscant's senate building. Instead, a small but still alive Jedi Order rises from its ashes on Mandalore. ✦ Fire and Ice by Yesac, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 111.9k     Anakin wins the duel on Mustafar, but doesn't kill Obi-Wan. Along with Padme, Obi-Wan finds himself living in a chaotic world where the man he thought he knew has become the thing he swore to destroy. Can Anakin be turned back? If so, what then? ✦ Better That a Millstone by Icarus_is_flying, obi-wan & luke & anakin & leia & cast, 86.7k     Vader discovers Luke and Obi-Wan on Tatooine when Luke is one year old and attempts to reclaim the family he threw away. Obi-Wan is less than pleased, and Luke and Leia? They have their own ideas about how their future should play out. ✦ Bloodlines by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & dooku, 35.8k     When an explosion traps them in the same doomed escape pod, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Dooku are stranded together on Tatooine. The goal is simple: cooperate long enough to survive, and not a second longer. But a shared past has a way of connecting the people we think we know—and bloodlines run deep. [or: your classic family road trip across a desert planet, except your grandpa is, you know, a Sith Lord. And now he's sort of starting to bond with your Jedi dad. And that might be an issue.] ✦ When Darkness Seems to Hide This Place by IllyanaA, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & rex & cast, 136k wip     After killing three of the Jedi Order's best and brightest, Palpatine's fight with Jedi Master Mace Windu goes shorter than expected. Afraid he's lost his chance at recruiting a new apprentice, Sidious unleashes Order 66 across the galaxy, but, per their programming, the Clone Army is not to harm Anakin Skywalker. After witnessing the most painful loss he's ever experienced and injured at the hands of his captors, Anakin is ready to die like the rest of the Jedi, though not before getting his vengeance. ✦ Precipice by shadowsong26, obi-wan & anakin & padme & luke & leia & bail & ahsoka & rex & cast, 253.6k     An AU in which Anakin Skywalker does not follow Mace Windu and the others to Palpatine’s office after they leave to arrest the Chancellor. As a result, he doesn’t get that final push over the edge, and doesn’t Fall. ✦ Averting Galactic Destruction by kj_feybarn, obi-wan & anakin & quinlan & rex & cody & fives & dogma & wolffe & plo & shaak & dooku & sidious, time travel, 44.3k     AKA The Time the Force Sent Obi-Wan Back in Time and Quinlan Vos kept him from Going Kamikaze because let’s be Honest, Being Forced to Come Back in Time Would Suck.

✦ Into the Archives by skygawker, obi-wan & anakin/padme & palpatine & cast, 104.9k wip     After hearing the legend of Darth Plagueis the Wise from Palpatine, Anakin decides that his best chance to save Padme is to break into the restricted Holocron Vault of the Temple Archives to search for information about Plagueis. Predictably, all does not go according to plan. Revenge of the Sith AU. ✦ Live To Fight Another Day by raemanzu, spica_tea, cody & rex & jesse & kix & obi-wan & anakin & fox & cast, 396.9k wip     Clones have their place in the universe, beyond the schemes of Palpatine. Events conspire to place Rex on the path of a new fate, one which will affect the future in ways not even the Jedi could foresee. Loyal to source material and characterizations. Canon-divergent. Starts between seasons 5 and 6 of TCW and explores Rex’s reaction to Fives’ dying words and subsequent events building toward Order 66. Variety of canon characters. No ships. Very Ace and Aro. Strong focus on certain friendships (Rex and Cody, Jesse and Kix, etc) with those friendships playing major roles. Thematically about how the clones navigate loss, trauma, the concept of their enslavement, their identities, etc amongst the larger active plot threads. Content warnings for war-related PTSD, trauma, combat injuries, and all around war-related angst etc in later chapters. ✦ Life and What Comes After by Ibelin, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme & cast, 177.2k wip     Obi-Wan dies on Jabiim. Anakin blames himself, doesn't know how to go on and yet - he does. Maybe the Force rewards that kind of thing, or maybe he just gets lucky, but when a mission lands Anakin on a vaguely familiar planet, he gets a second chance to do what he knows he should have done in the first place: save his master. (And maybe a chance to save the galaxy, too.) ✦ Knight-Errant by zinjadu, anakin & ahsoka & obi-wan & padme & rex & jedi & clones, 315.8k     AU - The Jedi Who Knew Too Much. Rex decides to stay "in pursuit" of his Commander; he jumps. Now, with backup, Ahsoka navigates the lower levels and deals with Ventress. Meanwhile, Anakin takes the Order to task, finds a little more support, and things turn out a little differently for everyone. And this is just the beginning. ✦ the massive machinery of hope by Killbothtwins, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & shmi & jedi, time travel, 150.1k     After the end of the war with the Empire, Obi-Wan wakes up in his twelve-year old body. Now all he needs to do is convince everyone he's psychic, trick his Master into taking him on before he's sent to Bandomeer, redeem a few bad guys, and try not to have a nervous breakdown. Pretty easy. It's not like the Sith are lurking on the horizon, waiting to devour the Jedi Order.

✦ The Exchange by MissLearn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & ahsoka & padme & cast, time travel/body swap, 120k     The Daughter has a bad day and it irrevocably changes the fate of the galaxy, twice over. Or; ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels. ✦ In All The World by Kjellarnen, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 144.8k wip     The story of how Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi tamed each other, from Naboo to Anakin's early days at the Temple. ✦ In Another Life by KCKenobi, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & padme, time travel, 52.3k     Eleven years after the rise of the Empire, a favor to a friend sends Obi-Wan traveling through the multiverse. He encounters different versions of the galaxy and of himself—including one in which Anakin never turned to the dark side. Obi-Wan and this Light Anakin are forced to work together to stop the creation of a disastrous Empire weapon. But as they move through different versions of reality, the timelines become more and more twisted—and the harder it is to distinguish who they are from who they might have been. And—to find their way home. ✦ The Intruder by Hollyoakhill, obi-wan & original clone characters, 82.5k     When a vicious attack from a strange, indestructible monster traps them on a derelict star destroyer, a young clone trooper fresh from Kamino join forces with Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi to find a way to escape. ✦ Conceal Me What I Am by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & padme & yoda & mace & palpatine & quinlan & cast, omegaverse, NSFW, 108.3k     Separatist Propaganda is turning the Republic against the Jedi Order and the Senate sees no choice but to join in a political alliance to fight dissent on a unified front.An alliance is proposed through an arranged marriage,between a Jedi Knight and Republic Senator. Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi are chosen as representatives of the political union by Darth Sidious, meant to bring ruin to the marriage and the public's support of the Jedi,for Obi-Wan Kenobi is not the Beta he claims. But even Sidious does not know of the secret Anakin Skywalker keeps, that he is not the Alpha the galaxy believes him to be. ✦ Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 95.9k     During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.

✦ Invictus by Himboskywalker, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 40.3k     "He is the balance, the other half, the completion to Skywalker’s soul, a perfect dyad in the force. But while Kenobi is a simple answer, the force also sees the difficulty of the pair coming together in balance. The foundations of the galaxy they exist in pull at them, threatening to intervene in their unity. But this is also a simple problem, for the force is far greater than the foundations of a single galaxy, for it is the foundation of all. So the force enacts its will, to bridge the pair over a span of moments, of years, of eternities, and Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi will fall in love, have fallen in love, and are falling in love." ✦ Neutron star collision by thedunesea, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, 121.2k wip     In the aftermath of Order 66, Anakin Skywalker's miraculous survival after his confrontation with the new Sith Apprentice Darth Vader ignites a sparkle of hope in the remaining Jedi, in the fledgling rebellion and, above all, in his former Master, who thought he had lost everything to darkness. But darkness is generous, and it is patient. ✦ Lex Talionis by intermundia, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & dooku & rex & cast, NSFW, 187.1k     The ancient Galactic Republic is dying slowly—an ugly death of corruption, sprawl, and decay—with the sin of slavery hanging over its every triumph. The beleaguered Jedi Knights are too few to adequately patrol and police the entire Republic, and are faced with complacency and greed at every turn. Born into a crumbling and stagnant galaxy, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker are faced with the greatest challenge of all: themselves. Obi-Wan likes rules and control. When the galaxy around him stops playing by the rules, what is a Jedi to do? Anakin needs rules and restraint. When the galaxy around him conspires to set him loose, what is his Master to do? Falling slowly or falling fast, falling through lust or falling through wrath—it all leads to delusion and moral decay. What can be born from the ashes? ✦ Atlas of Our Ruin by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin & cast, NSFW, time travel, 230.8k     Both the past and the future casts long shadows. Obi-Wan and Anakin learn that the hard way, when a mysterious holocron flings them backwards and forwards in time, forcing them to confront painful truths. But the time-travel is only the beginning… ✦ Seed by bell (belldreams), obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 44k     When Anakin falls prey to a lethal poison, Obi-Wan has no choice but use all his resources to heal him-- no matter how reluctant he is in administering the antidote.

✦ wicked thing by imaginarykat, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & cast, nsfw, sith!obi-wan, 124.2k wip     There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Obi-Wan is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess. ✦ Rulebreaker/Wildheart by chapstickaddict, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & barriss & cast, NSFW, 230k     Darth Vader, the strong arm of the Sith, held loyal to his Order since they took he and his mother from slavery in the deserts of Tatooine. Until he became convinced they killed his wife. He abandoned his Order and disappeared in the chaos of the Clone Wars, presumed dead by all sides. That young Skywalker is known around town as a widower and homesteader; a Nabooian who emigrated to avoid the trade blockade; a father of overly-energetic twins and warding a Togruta war orphan; a decent mechanic if your farm equipment or maintenance droid is acting up. Anakin is a paranoid, over-protective hot mess doing his best to raise his weird pack the way Padmé would have wanted. How the hell is he supposed to do that when his kids and not-apprentice make him haul a half-dead Jedi Master home like a lost pet? ✦ more than a candle by jenmishe, obi-wan/anakin/padme, NSFW, 50.3k     "The dark is generous and it is patient and it always wins – but in the heart of its strength lies its weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back. Love is more than a candle. Love can ignite the stars." Or, a few thousands of words of how Anakin, Obi Wan, and Padmé realize many things, which include, most notably, how they feel about each other and how to handle said feelings. Oh, and in the meantime, they deal with a megalomaniac Sith Lord. ✦ Anamorphosis by avocadomoon, obi-wan/padme & anakin & mace & corde & qui-gon & cast, 33.5k     noun, plural an·a·mor·pho·ses [an-uh-mawr-fuh-seez, -mawr-foh-seez]. A distorted or monstrous projection or representation of an image on a plane or curved surface, which, when viewed from a certain point, or as reflected from a curved mirror or through a polyhedron, appears regular and in proportion; a deformation of an image.

[rbinsgf]

Just thinking about Gojo and Tsumiki because I don’t have enough arts or fic about Satoru taking care of the sweetest little girl ever ????! (A crime imo)

Just imagine Gojo letting her do his hair while she rants about her day, putting stickers on his face, her putting on glittery nail polish on his hands as he sits there ranting about HIS day like a teenage girl.

Tsumiki always leaving food for him when she knows he’s gonna come late from missions, also leaving him breakfast in the morning.

Gojo making sure that she gets to live life as a kid, relieving her of the burden of taking care of her younger brother.

Satoru never leaves for (long) missions before kissing her (and megumi even if he fights him like his life depends on it) goodbye.

The both of them rallying against Megumi for fun. Tsumiki never daring to ask for anything ever but Gojo keeps on buying her everything and more.

Gojo putting her high up on his shoulder as her tiny hands clutch to his spiky hair. (Megumi’s probably frowning and grumbling about how he is a big boy who doesn’t need to get on anyone’s shoulders especially NOT Gojo’s) (He ends up on his shoulders at some point)

Gojo calling Shoko in panic when Tsumiki gets her periods before proceeding to buy her the entire female hygiene products corner of the store and not allowing her to move an inch from the couch. (He paid megumi to fan her with a leaf for the whole day uninterrupted)

Tsumiki noticing the strain and fatigue behind Gojo’s smiles and his over the top attitude, so she doubles down on the kindness and gentle attentions. Always voicing her gratitude and admiration towards Satoru.

Cuddles, lots and lots of cuddles.

On hard days he let her sleep in his bed, watching upon her, vowing to himself that he won’t ever let anything happen to his angel.

Satoru is DISTRAUGHT the first time she goes on a school trip or at a friend’s house for more than a day. (Megumi refuses to cuddle with him)

They get matching keychains, a goofy looking duck for Satoru and a cute little duckling with a flower crown for Tsumiki. (Megumi also has one, it’s a black duckling with a cracked egg on its head Calimero style)

Gojo going to her dance recitals, parent/teacher meetings, taking her shopping and picking flowers in parks, showering her with love and care and ensuring her safety at all cost.

✋🏻

⏮️

Safety

When Tsumiki falls into her coma due to the curse, Gojo goes on a rampage for four days straight.

He doesn’t sleep for weeks and overuse his body and brain to the extent that one day he nearly collapses in Shoko’s office.

He was angry. Angry at the world, at jujutsu, at this stupid curse, at Tsumiki for getting cursed, at Toji because it’s his fault he cares so much, at Shoko for not being able to fix Tsumiki, at Megumi who refuses to get out of his room.

Mostly he is angry at himself. He loathes his power, he feels ironically useless, helpless, weak.

He failed to protect Tsumiki. Sweet, brave and kind Tsumiki.

Satoru Gojo failed to protect his daughter despite being the Strongest.

Satoru Gojo always has three things on him : candies, his blindfold, and a duck keychain.

(The only thing motivating him to get back up and keep going was Megumi)

(He always keep one of his eye on a specific hospital bed in a private clinic in Tokyo, there’s always a duckling keychain and fresh flowers on the nightstand.)

(Years later, Gojo faces Sukuna wearing Megumi’s face, feeling like he failed his child once again)

(He refuses, won’t, can’t, look at Tsumiki’s lifeless body on the battlefield).

[soaln]

Helloooo!! Don't know if u write angst or nott... 😥😥

If yes, could I request Luffy with a male reader that almost dies while fighting with an enemy 'cuz he was pushing himself too much? Like, he wants to be as strong as his friends and it backfires on him ーー;

If not, thanks anyway!!

🍖┆ ╰┈➤ 𝜗𝜚 ┈ Don’t blame me love make me crazy ｡—

🍖┆ ╰┈➤  ┈ warnings: slight!gore, angst 2 fluff, shinobu like!m!reader. ｡—

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎,,

• The Straw hats were fight, with the marine. It wasn’t the first time you were fighting them.

• You didn’t thought much of it, it seemed like the usual actually.

• to be honest, you weren’t the weakest or the strongest, but you really smart with creating poison, anti poison or you founded someone’s weaknesses in few minutes.

• that’s mostly why you were I’m crew, for your intelligence/smartness. You were also fast, but your stamina was low.

•you were fight a marine, if you had to admit, he was stronger than you. His sword was sharp, and could slash you body with one hit. You had to be careful.

Sorry if bad fighting style 😣 it’s the first time

[Name]’s stamina was getting lower each second. His body was exhausted by all the deep, small cuts. The marine had a grin on his face, like he knew what he say next. "[LastName] right, I still remember that face you’ve made when I killed your sister" he stated, making [Name]’s blood boiling even more. The [brunette..etc] didn’t want to show any weaknesses. He hold his weapon tighter as he ran faster than before. The marine’s eyes widened at the sudden disappearance. He looked everywhere to find the pirate, until he felt a sharp weapon in his stomach and coughed feeling a liquid entering his body. Suddenly the [haircolor] haired male was thrown away, he groaned his pain. He didn’t where was his friends, but he’s sure they’re near, he didn’t want to bother them. he stood and rushed at the enemy, drawing his weapon. he struck the enemy with his weapon blows but he quickly dodged It. His anger keep growing up, but the fatigue was wining over his body. The weapons were clashing, sweat were dropping to the ground, blood dropping everywhere. The only thing they could scent was their own blood. Suddenly, the man in front of him disappeared and made an attack from behind, leaving [Name] surprised. He gave several blows finally piercing his body, which almost reached his heart and slashed his back. The blood was flowing everywhere, he was stunned. He was too slow to anticipate the attack. He couldn’t stand on his two feet and collapsed on the ground.

• your friends was waiting for you, it’s been more then forty minutes now, but Luffy trusted you, he knew you were strong but he was also worried

• Nami didn’t want to wait, so she goes to find you and say to the crew they should wait here until she came back.

• after few minutes they heard a scream.

Nami was trying to find him, there was some debris around her until. The ginger decided to climb on a rock to see where he was. She saw a someone’s body on the floor, and realize it was him "[NAME] !" She screamed his name, her agony could be felt by her voice. She ran to his lukewarm body. Hearing a scream, the straw hat ran towards her, thinking about the worse. When they arrived their eyes widened in fear. Luffy’s eyes darkened, he didn’t say anything. Will he leave like his brother did ? He didn’t want it to happen. He wanted to stay with you.

• they go back in the ship, Luffy was the one carrying you. They didn’t waste time and goes to Chopper’s nursery idk 🤷

• chopper said to everyone to leave, expect Luffy who stayed near the bed, without saying anything.

• Good thank they weren’t to late cause you almost died.

• It’s been few weeks since you were in coma, you didn’t show any sign of living or waking up. The crew often visited the room. (Mostly Luffy [he puts his hat on your head sometimes])

• You finally show sign of waking after eleven long weeks.

[Name] opened his eyes slowing, and gets blinded by the light. He groaned and sat in the bed, he felt a sharp pain his back. He looked around and saw an reindeer, it was Chopper, his smile widened, he cheered how happy he was. Luffy entered the room, and his eyes also widened. He walked towards him, wrapping his hands around his torso.

• Nami def scolded you to be more careful and don’t push yourself too much. Sanji totally agree with what she’s said.

• Robin just told you to not let the anger eating you, or gaining over you body.

• Luffy became more protective of you, he wants you by his side. He doesn’t want to see hurt, nor dead. He knows you can defend yourself but, he’ll protect you anyway

A/N : sorry if it’s not what you asked… I just thought about Shinobu and got a random idea😭

[hypnoneghoul]

It Will Wither

WC: 2k

Relationship: Dewdrop/Aether/Mountain

Tags: Elemental Transition, Coma, Resuscitation, The Surge, Major Character Death, Grief, Hurt no Comfort

Dewdrop's transition goes horribly wrong.

Notes: For the love of all that's unholy read the damn tags.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

They all knew it was a bad idea. A horrible one.

They didn’t know how horrible, though.

Only Dewdrop, Mountain and Aether were left of their pack. Zephyr got sent back to the Pit on their own request, Ifrit had followed his mate like he always had, Terzo had been ki… died.

Only Dewdrop, Mountain and Aether were left.

Their bond was fragile, compromised and put to test by all the events of the previous month. They had barely survived and just when they thought it would all get a bit better, the offer to Dewdrop was made. The offer which wasn’t one, really. What it was was an order and a threat at once, veiled in a pretty cursive font reading ‘proposition’.

Dewdrop, Mountain and Aether had screamed at each other and cried to each other for a week straight, trying to find a solution that wasn’t there, and so there they were. In a damp dungeon under the Abbey, waiting for Dewdrop to be ripped apart and put back together as someone—something—else.

“Dew, please, don’t leave us,” Mountain sobbed on his knees, face pressed into the water ghoul’s thighs where his bare legs were hanging off of the cold stone altar.

“I– I’ll try, Mounty,” he sniffled. “I’ll fight.”

“Promise me,” the earth ghoul demanded, looking up. “Promise me you’ll live.”

“Mountain–” Aether said quietly from behind him. He knew Dewdrop couldn’t make that promise.

“No! No, no, no, he’ll be okay. Right, water lily? You will be, we can’t lose you too, I can’t…” he cried, his whole body shaking. Dewdrop took a shaky breath and looked up at Aether pleadingly. The quintessence ghoul shook his head.

Dewdrop put his hands on Mountain’s head and pulled him up to look into his fresh grass colored eyes. “I promise.”

Mountain sobbed loudly again, holding onto his thighs with an iron grip, and the water ghoul looked back at Aether with a plea in his tear-filled eyes. Take him away.

He obliged, pulling Mountain up from the floor and into his arms, sending a shot of quintessence his way to calm him down. If that was even possible. Aether reached his free arm out to Dewdrop and the water ghoul took his hand, squeezing tightly. This could very well be their last goodbye and all three of them knew it.

With a single tear slipping down his cheek, Aether pulled Mountain out of the chamber and kicked the heavy door behind them.

Dewdrop was left alone in the dreadful silence of the room, but not for long. Soon enough the door opened again two people entered, Sister Imperator and a priest Dewdrop didn’t know. They didn’t even greet him, just gestured for him to lay down and take whatever it was they were about to do to him.

He obliged, well past wanting to argue, scream or cry.

When the stranger began to chant words Dewdrop didn’t recognize, when the candles burst into flames, when the fire started licking at his skin, when agonizing pain washed over him, when he started screaming… that was the last he remembered.

The news of the ritual having ended was delivered to Aether by a text message. Anger boiled in him at how lightly his pack’s despair was treated by the Clergy. Still, he peeled himself away from Mountain—who he had to knock out with his quintessence when Dewdrop’s screams carried through the corridors—and all but ran to the infirmary, where he’d been told the remaining part of his pack was.

When he burst through the door, he felt his heart crack. He’d hear it, too, if not for the raised voices of the infirmary staff and doctors running around the single occupied bed, trying their best to save the broken little ghoul laying on it. His skin was raw and he looked so small. If Aether hadn’t known any better he’d scream at the doctor currently pressing down on his chest rhythmically to stop, to be gentler, lest he break that sweet creature’s ribs.

He did scream, but with a different plea on his lips.

The quintessence ghoul fell to his knees by the bed. He knew he was taking up space someone that could actually help could take, but if… but if that was it, he couldn’t move away. Someone tried to pull him back, but Aether didn’t budge, and soon they gave up.

It was all a blur to him, begging and crying and begging again to Dewdrop’s limp body as people around him tried to make his heart work again. He doesn’t know how long it has been, it felt like days to Aether, but when he could breathe again Dewdrop was stable. That’s what they told him.

“We got him back,” someone said. “He’s stable for now.”

For now.

For. Now.

Dewdrop flatlined twice more. They got him back twice more. They told Aether he was stable for now twice more.

Neither he, nor Mountain had been with him those other two times. Not technically. The infirmary staff decided, after the first time, that they didn’t need two wailing demons on their hands as they tried to save the third one. They invested in sedating shots and male nurses strong enough to be able to inject Mountain and Aether with them once the panic set in.

Apart from that, they barely stepped away from him. They only did every other night to go sleep in his bed, that still carried a faint smell of him. It smelt more like him than he did, now. The fresh smell of a humid summer morning.

Morning dew.

The first night that they decided to spend away from Dewdrop—day four of his coma—Mountain took a piece of him with them. His horns, the beautiful twisted obsidian horns that had broken off had been laying on the bedside table like there was no value to them. Mountain grabbed them, squeezing so hard that the skin of his palms hadn’t broken only by a miracle.

Day seven of Dewdrop’s coma.

It was morning. Mountain and Aether were sulking over the dining table, sipping their respective teas. There was no warmth around them.

They’d go see Dewdrop soon, sit by him and stare at his still face—like they've been doing for the last week—as if their intense gazes would make him open his eyes. As if it would make him better.

Mountain was putting their mugs away when he heard Aether gasp, and when his head snapped to the side his legs nearly gave out under him.

Dewdrop.

He was standing in the door to the commons, leaning against the door frame, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that once upon a time had probably belonged to one of the ghouls currently stunned to death. The now fire ghoul had a soft smile on his face, even though it looked wrong with his skin all dry and warm-toned. But he was there. Alive. Awake.

Mountain threw himself at him first, squeezing him in his arms and apologizing for the pain it was causing him at the same time. Dewdrop winced but laughed, doing his best to hug the earth ghoul back. “I’m here. I’m here, Mounty.”

Aether approached them slowly, not believing his own eyes. “W– what are you doing here?”

He was afraid that if he tried to touch Dewdrop, the illusion would dissipate. He slowly outstretched an arm and placed a hand on his back, flinching at the unexpected warmth of his skin.

But he didn’t disappear.

“I snuck out,” he shrugged.

Still in disbelief, the quintessence ghoul wrapped his own arms around both Mountain and Dewdrop, pressing his nose into the latter’s hair. He smelled differently, so differently, but under all of it it was still him. It was still Dewdrop.

And he was alive.

Aether allowed himself a smile and silently begged Lucifer for it to last. For what his medically trained mind was supplying him with to not be true.

Dewdrop ate breakfast, then they cuddled and talked. They talked about the past, about the touring, about Terzo, Ifrit and Zephyr, recalling all the best memories they shared. They laughed, all three of them. Then they ate lunch, cuddled and talked some more. Then, they ate dinner and got ready for bed. The day went by way too quickly.

Mountain and Aether nestled Dewdrop tightly between them, their arms caging him in and their noses pressed into his neck as the three of them purred as loudly as ever.

“I love you,” Dewdrop told them. “Both of you, so, so much. You know that, right?”

“Of course, droplet,” Aether replied, kissing him softly.

“We love you, too,” Mountain added before slotting his own lips against Dewdrop’s.

“I just want you to remember that,” he whispered. “You’ll be okay.”

Soon, Mountain fell asleep, then Aether, holding Dewdrop closely. He waited, fighting against sleep, holding on to the energy that was leaving him with an iron grip, just to be able to look down at the two ghouls in his arms for a bit more. Just a bit longer.

“I’m sorry about my promise, Mounty,” Dewdrop muttered into Mountain’s hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He turned to Aether and did the same, “Take care of each other, Aeth.”

Then he let sleep take him.

When they woke up again, for just a moment they thought it had all been a bad dream. Dewdrop wasn’t hot like the evening before, his skin was cold. Just like it used to be.

But then they realized his heart wasn’t beating.

The sound that had ripped out of Mountain’s mouth at the realization would haunt Aether for eternity, burned into his brain. Just like the sight of Dewdrop’s cold, lifeless body being cradled tightly in the earth ghoul’s arms as he rocked back and forth, delirious.

“He knew,” he wailed. He was right. Dewdrop did know what it had been and that there wouldn’t be a next day for him. 

“He did,” Aether confirmed. He felt empty, yet with anguish pouring off of him in waves. He couldn’t tear his tear-filled eyes away from the pale face of their dead packmate.

Dead.

The quintessence ghoul tried to calm his mind, thinking about how Dewdrop passed gently in his sleep, without pain, and in the arms of people he had loved the most, and who loved him. Always would.

But he couldn’t. Their Dewdrop was dead and there was nothing that could make it better.

They didn’t burn his body, as it was customary for fire ghouls. To them he never was one. He was their droplet, their water lily, their Dewdrop. He always would be.

They wrapped him in a soft, baby blue cloth and put him into a stone coffin crafted by Mountain himself. He looked so small in it. So wrong.

They took him to the lake. He was a freshwater ghoul, after all. They knew the lake was deep enough and he loved it so much, it couldn’t be anywhere else.

Mountain didn’t cry this time. All he did, just before they pushed the coffin into the lake, was kiss the stone over where Dewdrop’s head was inside, and whisper, “You promised.”

Aether cried. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks one by one, shoulders shaking and mouth agape, letting out sobs and pained whimpers, hand against his chest, as if he was trying to hold together the heart that had shattered into million pieces inside him. He had to, for Mountain.

The noise the water made once the coffin had rolled off the dock and into the lake was agonizing for both of them. They’d never see Dewdrop swimming, jumping out of the water and twisting his lithe body in the air before diving back in with a grin on his face again. They’d never hear him splashing that water, or any other, again.

He was gone.

They stood there, clutching their matching necklaces made of Dewdrop’s obsidian horns in their hands, and clinging tightly to each other. They stared at the, now flat, surface of the lake as the sun slowly set and day turned into night, and they wondered how much more the two of them could take.

Neither of them found an answer.

What they found, though, was something to help the two of them survive. They’d give themselves time to grieve, but then… then the Abbey would turn to dust. And everyone in it.

[beneathstarryskies]

I'd just die to make you proud (Renji x fem!reader)

Word Count: 2,270

Summary: Renji wants to be someone you're proud of. Sometimes he goes a little overboard trying to prove it.

Warnings: smut, fluff, fights, hollow, poison, coma, fem!reader, penetration (p+v), unprotected sex

“Why do you do this, Renji? You’re going to get yourself hurt or killed or suspended from your squad!” You scold him as he sits on your bed. His long red hair spills down his shoulders and over his face. He winces as you dab ointment on the cuts on his cheek and over the bridge of his nose. He wants to confess right away, to tell you how he’d gotten into that stupid fight on the training ground defending you after he heard some creeps making lewd comments about you while you were busy training. He just pouts as you continue fussing over him and scolding him at the same time. 

“Come on, answer me, Renji,” you whine, now desperately seeking answers to why he’s acted this way. You knew how hard he worked to become a lieutenant, and yet he seems determined to sabotage himself like this. You can’t make sense of it, and he doesn’t seem to be willing to offer answers. 

“Just forget it, alright!” he says a little too loudly, making you step back from him with wide eyes. His face softens when he realizes he's startled you. He takes your hands and sighs softly. “Listen, I’m sorry. Just forget it. I’ll start being more careful.” 

“I hope being more careful means not starting more fights,” you huff before carefully placing a bandage on his cheek. 

“Hey, they started it!” 

“Well, whatever,” you roll your eyes. 

He sighs again and pushes your hands from his face. He stretches and pushes his hair back. For a moment, a tense silence falls over you until Renji stands up to grab his kosode off your bed. He slips it on and ties it loosely before putting his hair up in his usual ponytail again. 

“Just don’t worry about it, okay?” he says before kissing your forehead. “I have to go.”

“Ren, where are you going?” 

“Well, if I know Captain Kuchiki he’s already heard about this and is ready to tear me a new one, so,” he sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “Better go face the music.” 

Just as Renji suspected, Byakuya knew of Renji’s fight almost as soon as it happened. Word travels fast around the Seireitei, especially when respected lieutenants get into what amounts to a bar fight on the training grounds. Byakuya is at his desk, busy working on paperwork when Renji walks into the office. He bows before taking a seat across from Byakuya. 

“Sir, I can explain,” Renji begins, but is cut off with a simple wave of Byakuya’s hand. 

“There is nothing I can say that you don’t already know,” Byakuya says without looking up from his paperwork. “Lessons on decorum seem to be wasted on you so I won’t bother wasting my breath.” 

“I’m not suspended?” 

“No,” Byakuya shrugs. “Although, I can change my mind if you wish.” 

“No sir, thank you,” Renji stands and bows again before turning on his heels to leave. 

“Renji, one more thing,” Byakuya calls out. Renji cringes inside when he turns to face his captain again. “Next time you want to defend your beloved’s honor, at least make sure you knock the perpetrators out cold so I won’t be bothered in the middle of my afternoon tea.”

“Yes, sir! I’ll make sure,” Renji nods. “Uhm, I mean…I’ll also try to not get into fights!” 

“Good, you’re dismissed,” Byakuya says nonchalantly. 

Weeks pass after the incident, and Renji once more finds himself in the heat of battle. This time with a Hollow. The two of you were sent with a squad to get rid of it, and your teammates lie dead on the forest floor in pools of blood. You’re leaning against the base of a tree, clutching at a wound on your side where the Hollow has spit poisoned thorns at you. You’d been lucky to only be hit by one, but the poison was enough to drain your energy. Renji was left as the only Soul Reaper still standing in the fight. 

“Renji, let’s go! We have to retreat!” you cried with what little energy you had left, but Renji won’t listen. He can’t stand the idea of you seeing him turn tail and run away when he knows he can beat this Hollow. He’s managed to dodge most of the attacks. 

No, he’ll beat this damn thing or die trying. He wants more than anything to make you proud, and there’s no pride in running away. He’ll be victorious or he’ll die a hero so you can get away. 

“Just run!” he yells at you, not having time to think about the hypocrisy of his words. 

“Renji, please!” 

He ignores you, continuing to fight the hollow with his full strength. Finally, he manages to find a weakness in the Hollow. Right as he’s making the final blow, the Hollow attacks back. 

All you can see is a bright flash of light and a spray of poison. Then, finally, the smoke clears and you see Renji kneeling on the ground holding his shoulder where one of the thorns pierced his skin. Despite the poison working through his body, he stumbles to you and gathers you up in his arms. He has you cradled safely in his arms as he stumbles back towards the safety of the Seireitei. He kisses your forehead softly to soothe your quivering and fear. 

“I got you,” he whispers. 

You cling to him pitifully with your head buried against his chest. Both of you are gasping for breath as the poison works its way into your bloodstream. You don’t know what happens, but your vision goes blurry and then you pass out. 

When you come to again, you’re in the medical ward. You look around the medical ward and a few beds down you see Renji. It takes all of your strength to get out of your bed and stumble towards him. You kneel beside his bed and take his hand as he sleeps restlessly. His heart is pounding and sweat covers his forehead. 

“Renji,” you whisper. “Renji, please wake up.” 

Your eyes widen as he continues to sleep. You try to wake him up again, but he remains sleeping. Tears sting your eyes as you shake him, but he doesn’t stir at all. One of the young bedside attendants notices you’re out of bed and runs over to you. 

“Renji-san needs rest,” the attendant explains. “He is exhausted and badly injured!” 

“Will he wake up?” you ask with your eyes full of tears. 

“Yes! He will awaken, but he needs rest.” 

With those words, you’re ushered back to your own bed to recover. 

Weeks pass with Renji still locked in his sleep. Despite it all, you’re expected to go to missions and continue on as though it’s business as usual. You miss him so much. Every day you’re worried about him. You go to visit him every chance you get, hoping to see him awake and awaiting your visit.

One day, after a hard mission, you go straight home instead of stopping by the medical ward. You just want to clean up first and have a moment to get your thoughts together before heading back into the medical ward to see Renji. 

Just as you’re getting out of the shower, you hear a soft knock on the door. You pull on a robe before going to answer it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull when you see Renji standing there. 

“Baby!” you gasp and throw your arms around him. He wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around happily. 

“I’m back, honey,” he says softly. “I’m sorry it took me so long.” 

“I was so worried Renji! I thought you were never going to wake up!” 

Tears roll down your cheeks as you cling to him, taking in everything from the warmth of his body against yours to the way he smells as he you bury your face against his chest. He rubs your back soothingly. He knows his mistake cost you a great deal of worry, and for that he’ll spend lifetimes trying to atone for. 

“You waited for me?” he asks softly as he sets you back down on the ground.

“Of course I did,” you whisper and kiss him softly. You then take his hand to pull him into your home. “I was so worried, but I would’ve waited forever.” 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers softly and kisses you sweetly again. “I’m so fucking sorry.” 

You kiss him eagerly, wanting to taste him and remind yourself that he’s really here with you now. For his part, Renji is overwhelmed by emotion. His hands cradle your cheeks as you kiss over and over, each kiss becoming more heated than the last. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to get so excited after so long being in recovery, but he feels his cock stirring in his pants. Especially when you start letting out those sweet little moans between kisses. 

“Don’t scare me like that again, Renji,” you whine. 

“I’m sorry, baby. I wanted to make you proud of me,” he says as he pushes you towards the couch. 

“I’m always proud of you, baby,” you whisper between heated kisses. 

Then, he gently lays you back on the couch and spreads your thighs. His deft fingers loosen the knot holding your robe together and he opens it almost in reverence. His cheeks heat up as soon as he sees your body exposed to him. His hands are shaking as he reaches out to touch your breasts, his warm palms moving over them carefully. 

“I want to be someone you’re proud of…Someone you love…Someone…” 

“Renji, please,” you whisper and pull him down to kiss you again. Your hands eagerly move to undress him, shredding each piece of clothing until your bare bodies are pressed against one another. 

“I love you,” he whispers. He shudders as those words leave him for the first time since your relationship has started. He feels like an idiot for taking so long to confess it to you, but it’s out there now. He had to say it before the feeling ate him up inside. 

“I love you too,” you say softly. 

He leans into you, surrounding you with his warmth and presence in a way you’ve craved for so long. He kisses a sloppy trail along your neck and collar bone as one hand sneaks between your bodies. You gasp as his fingers rub your folds in tentative exploration. It’s been so long since he felt your warmth in any way, and now it’s all he can think about. He craves it so badly he can barely think straight. His kisses begin going lower, and when he reaches your stomach you realize what he’s doing. He wants to taste you now, but you don’t know if you can wait that long. You cup his cheeks and pull him back to you. 

“Renji, I can’t wait,” you whine. “I need you now.” 

“Now?” he asks in surprise. “I-I thought…You needed more.” 

“No I need you,” you whimper and raise your hips to grind against his cock. 

“Fuck,” he groans and kisses you sloppily. “Alright, but I’m gonna go slow.” 

He knows usually you need more preparation than this, but he can’t deny you when you’re pleading for him like this. He gives his cock a few firm strokes before guiding it to your entrance. True to his word he pushes into your warm walls slowly, savoring the feeling of your body engulfing his. It’s a connection he’s craved more often than not it seems. Even in his coma, he sometimes dreamt of it. Of being buried to the hilt inside of you and hearing the very same moans you’re letting escape now as he rocks his hips at a gentle pace. 

“Are you proud of me, baby? Are you proud to be mine?” he asks desperately.

“I’m proud of you, Ren,” you moan as you lock your legs around his waist. “I’m always proud of you!” 

He grunts softly and already he’s struggling to hold on. His strong arms wrap around your body, holding you flush against him as he quickens his pace. You cry out at the change in tempo. The passion and pleasure growing inside of you is almost too much to handle. 

“Renji, fuck, it feels so good,” you cry out. 

“I know, baby. I feel it too,” he grunts. 

He reaches between the two of you so he can rub your clit in rapid circles. He needs to feel you cum before he can even imagine letting go of himself. The couch squeaks underneath you as he pounds into your sopping cunt. 

“Fuck! Renji!” you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you, and with the clenching of your walls he’s done for. He throws his head back and curses fall from his lips as shots of thick seed paint your walls. 

The air seems to grow lighter as you both come down from your orgasms. His cheeks are flushed and he flashes you a silly grin before resting his head against your chest. You run your fingers through his hair as you hold him close. 

“I won’t make you wait for me again,” he whispers against your skin. 

“You better not,” you chuckle. “But, baby. I’m so proud of you. You don’t have to be an idiot to prove it.”

His eyes widen as he looks up at you, “So now I’m an idiot?” 

You sigh and kiss him, “That’s not what I meant!” 

[sitp-recs]

20 Harry-centric fics to read this month

What better way to celebrate Harry’s birthday than revisiting (or discovering) Harry-centric fics? If you feel like taking a deep dive into his character, here are my suggestions: short and long stories exploring his emotional arc, inner struggles, past trauma, sexual liberation and of course, his feelings about himself and about Draco. I couldn’t resist including some Draco POV fics because I love learning about Harry through his eyes. Pick your comfort food and enjoy Harry’s HBD week!

Still Life, orphaned (M, 3k)

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (E, 5k)

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

Snug by @moonflower-rose (E, 6k)

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (T, 9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (NR, 11k)

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it's more complicated than it actually is.

Let's Go Outside by cryptonym (E, 24k)

Harry's done with the sofa, the hall and the kitchen table, baby.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

Expecto Patronum by @writcraft (E, 35k)

As Draco Malfoy negotiates his feelings for the wizarding world's brightest star, he becomes increasingly attached to Harry and unravels the secrets he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

Unseen by @jackvbriefs (T, 47k)

Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (E, 61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding (E, 71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by nerakrose and dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life.

By the Grace by lettered (T, 140k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

where all the veins meet by eight_of_wands (E, 146k)

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

Away Childish Things by lettered (T, 153k)

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

Can't Sit Still by wilteddaisy (E, 193k)

Five years after the war, Harry finds himself drawn to Draco Malfoy by memories that aren't his own. Or, in which Harry hates his Auror partner, Draco flips houses, Pansy sleeps around, Hermione is a magical creatures’ justice warrior, Blaise is getting married, and Ron is just along for the ride.

[albertasunrise]

Reality Check - Oops Baby

Masterlist

Summary: Being best friends with Frankie meant movie nights, drinks with the guys and a shoulder to cry on when you got your hear broken. He is head over heels for you but you don’t feel the same… yet a drunken mistake will tie your lives together forever!

Relationships: Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+ (So... I am trying to update my other pics but the reaction I getting from this ones really giving me the motivation to continue it... so thank you and I hope you enjoy this update! ♥️ It's not a super long one but everything gonna become clear I promise!)

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

“What do you mean I can’t see him right now?” You demanded, glancing down at Emse as you awaited a response from the doctor. 

“He has been in a natural coma for a month and a half. It's going to take him a while before he’s even a little coherent. We also want to monitor him closely over the next few hours. He might be awake but he’s not out of the woods yet!” The doctor stated plainly “I know you want to see him but overwhelming him this soon after he’s woken up and suffered a cardiac arrest is not going to help with his recovery.” The doctor continued, giving your arm a gentle squeeze “If all goes well, you can see him tomorrow.” 

You nodded to show your understanding and then looked at Ben. He looked as frustrated as you felt but you didn’t want to do anything that could risk his recovery. This was all just so difficult to get your head around. 

Your near-death from Esme’s birth, to waking up to learn Frankie had had another major heart attack and was on life support until a heart came available, had been hard to come to terms with. It had been hard to navigate parenthood without him but then it had probably been the same for him at first. 

But, as hard as this had been for you. How desperate you’d been for him to get better and wake up. It had hit Ben the hardest. 

6 weeks earlier…

Ben opened the front door to Frank’s house and was immediately greeted by Emse’s screams. 

“Fish?” He called out as stepped into the dimly lit house. 

When he had received a text from Frankie earlier to say he’s broken up with Mary, Ben had initially been over the moon. But after he’d finished his celebrations, he thought he should probably check on Frankie. The man had cared for Mary after all. So that’s what led Ben to come over. And after knocking a few times a receiving no answer, he let himself in. Not something that was overly unusual. 

What was unusual was to receive no answer from the pilot and to hear Esme screaming. Fish had been a dedicated father from the moment he had brought her home. Something was wrong. 

“Fish?” He called again as he scaled the stairs, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of his friend. 

He came to a stop outside Frankie’s door, Esme’s screams were the loudest from inside and he didn’t even bother knocking. Either Frank was dead asleep or… 

He didn’t wanna consider the alternative. 

“FISH!!” He yelled upon finding his friend on the floor. 

Frankie was sprawled on the floor, on his front with his head to one side. Eyes barely open. Esmerelda was on the floor beside him however looked to be unharmed. Clearly, Frank had managed to put her down gently as he collapsed. 

Ben felt for a pulse and found one. It was weak but it was there. So, he scooped the baby up and lay her in the Moses basket in the corner before returning his attention to Fish, moving him so that he was laying on his back before pulling out his phone and dialling 911. 

He spoke as calmly to the operator as he could whilst monitoring the pilot’s pulse and breathing. Putting the phone on loudspeaker and starting compressions the moment Frankie stopped breathing. 

“Come on man… don’t do this to me.” Ben sobbed as he worked tirelessly to get his friend breathing again “Don’t leave Titch and Esme man…” Benny begged, “Don’t leave me!” 

Finally, just as the paramedics arrived, Frank took a weak breath and then the rest was a blur. Ben called Will and told him to get to the hospital before attending to the crying baby beside him. He didn’t go in the ambulance. He knew he needed to get Esme fed and changed first. But as soon as that was done he had the baby bag packed and he was gone. Praying he wouldn’t be greeted by the news that he’d lost his best friend. 

Present day… 

Benny chewed nervously at his thumbnail as he waited for his friend to wake up. The doctors had lightly sedated him when he had grown more confused as he'd come to. That had been a little over twelve hours ago. Ben had waited at the hospital, sending you home with Esme and promising to ring you the moment he woke up. 

Then three hours ago he was finally allowed to see Fish. The doctors had decided that it would be good for him to see a friendly face as he came to. So He sat and waited patiently for his best friend to come to. His nails taking a beating from how on end his nerves were. 

A soft whimper grabbed his attention and Ben was on his feet in an instant, clutching Frankie's hand as he smiled sweetly at his waking companion. 

"You with my Fishcake?" He asked softly, grinning like a loon when Frank weakly nodded, his eyes cracking open and revealing slivers of those brown orbs Ben had missed so much "Take it easy buddy. I'm here."

Frankie lugged his way to consciousness. It felt like he was walking through treacle. His limbs were heavy and his head filled with cottonwool yet slowly but surely, things got lighter and clearer. Ben waited patiently at his side. Watching as he grew more and more aware as each minute slugged by. 

"Welcome back brother." He said as Frankie finally cracked his eyes open fully and rolled his head to look at him "You gave us a scare." 

"I..." Frankie trailed off as his brows drew together, the memories of what happened slithering back through. 

You, standing there smiling with your outstretched hand. Pleading for him to return to you. Then the lights. The blinding lights and the pain as the car struck him. He was going to see you again. He was supposed to die. 

The sound of his heart rate increasing made Benny call out for help, tears in his eyes as he feared that his friend might code again. 

"Mr Morales, you need to calm down." Urged the doctor as they noted his vitals "This isn't good for you." 

"Why." Frankie sobbed as he started to thrash in the bed "I should have died." 

"Fish, what do you-" 

"I was going to see her again." He sobbed. 

"Who, Mel?" Benny asked as he stepped to his friend's side and clutched his hand, hoping to ground his friend "Frankie, Mel's gone." 

"I was going to see Titch." He all but whispered "I was going back to her." 

This made Benny pause. His brows pulled together in confusion at what his friend had just said. What did he mean he was 'going back to her'?

"What do you mean Fish?" 

"Sir, I think you need to leave." The doctor urged, a nurse then pulling the man from the room so that the doctors could do their work. But he didn't leave the doorway of Frank's room. 

"Mr Morales, do you know where you are?" The doctor asked but Frankie didn't answer, he just continued to sob and his heart monitor continued to chime "Mr Morales, you're in the hospital." The doctor stated "You suffered a massive heart attack. You had a heart transplant but fell into a coma. You have been out for almost two months." 

"No... No, I was hit by a car." Frankie choked "I should have died... I... I wanted to see her again." 

Benny's heart broke as he listened to his friend. 

"You weren't hit by a car Mr Morales." The doctor urged, his head snapped to the nurse to his left and giving her a nod.

"You're lying." 

The nurse then injected something into Frankie's IV and the man's thrashing grew sluggish. Ben could see from where he was standing that his friend's eyes were starting to grow heavy and in a manner of seconds, the room was all most silent again. Slowly but surely the medical staff started to file out, the doctor stopping beside Ben with an unreadable expression on his face. 

Ben waited patiently for the man to speak, his heart pounding against his ribs as his eyes flitted between Fish and his doctor. 

"What happened Doc?" Ben asked, his voice soft and vulnerable. 

"He appears to be confused.' The doctor started "He... It seems that he experienced some sort of vivid dream when he was in his coma. He is convinced he was hit by a car." 

"What can we do?" 

"I think the best thing to do is keep him mildly sedated for now. Just to keep him calm until he gets his head around what actually happened to him." The man said as he scrapped a large hand over his stubbled jaw "He can't afford to get worked up like that again. His heart is still in a fragile state." 

"Do you think seeing his daughter might help?" Benny asked and the doctor nodded. 

"Sure. Anything positive like that should help him relax." 

Benny nodded, giving the doctor a weak smile as his eyes zoned in on his friend. 

"Thanks, doc."

"He'll be out for a few hours." The man said as he placed a friendly hand on Ben's arm "Get a coffee and something to eat. You're no good to him if you're not taking care of yourself." 

...

Your heart leapt out of your chest as your phone started to ring loudly from the table beside you. Noting Ben's name on the screen, you answered it immediately as your pulsed raced. 

"Ben?" 

"He woke up." 

"He did?" You choked as you covered your mouth with a shaky hand, trying to smother the sob that threatened to escape your lips. 

"He was all confused and shit. Got a bit worked up and they had to sedate him again." Ben said, his voice wobbling as he spoke "They wanna keep him mildly sedated for now. Something about keeping him calm as he comes around. I guess being on pause for nearly two months can screw your brain up a little." 

You chuckled at that. Your coma hasn't quite gone on that long but you had certainly been a little confused when you'd woken up. 

Six weeks earlier... 

Your sensations returned in waves but everything sounded muffled and felt heavy. Your limbs seemed to be made of lead, your fingers were all that seemed to want to obey your commands. The sounds around you were distorted. Almost like you were hearing them from underwater. 

You managed to moan, hoping that it would give you a little more control over your body but alas you remained somewhat pinned in place, so you drifted to sleep again in the hopes that when you woke again things would be a little clearer. 

...

Benny had wanted to shout from the rooftops when you'd started to show signs of waking up. The past few days had been hell for him. He and Will had split their time between your room and Frankie's. Neither of them wanted to leave either party on their own and when you started to twitch and moan, Benny finally started to feel a semblance of hope. So he clung to that, along with your hand as he waited for you to open your eyes. 

That happened three hours later. 

"Ben?" Your question was more of a whisper but he heard it all the same. 

He placed Esme in her Pram and practically sprinted to your side, smiling sweetly at you as you blinked up at him. 

"Hey, you." He said sweetly "Have a nice nap?" 

"What happened?" You asked, your voice getting a little stronger but still scratching from weeks of disuse. 

Benny grabbed the water bottle from the side table and popped in the straw that had been sitting beside it. Then bringing it to you your lips, he cupped your head and helped you lift it so that you could take soothing sips of the tepid liquid. You held your hand up when you'd had your fill and Benny placed the bottle down with one hand as his other gently lay your head back against the pillow. 

"What happened?" You repeated and he sighed, how brow pulling together as he searched for the words.

"You uh... You haemorrhaged." He stated plainly "Pretty bad. It was touch and go for a bit but you fought... Small but mighty." He chuckled as his hand started to stroke your hair "You have been out for a few weeks but you needed the rest."

"Frankie and the baby okay?" This question made Ben's heart shatter. Standing he turned to the pram that was just out of your eye line and scooped up Esme, kissing her little nose when she started to fuss. 

"I got little Esme right here." Ben stated as he brought your daughter into view and you sobbed at the sight of her. A head of brown hair and the cutest little plump cheeks. 

"Oh, my angel." You choked as you press the button on your bed so that you were more upright, accepting your daughter into your waiting arms with a smile "Oh look at you." You cooed, memorising everything about her "You look just like your Papi." You chuckled as you looked at Ben and beamed "Where is Fish?" 

Ben's expression grew solemn again and there was no hiding it from you now. 

"Ben?... Where is Francisco?" You pushed and he sobbed. 

"He's um... He's here." 

"Where?" 

"Titch?" He pleaded but you needed an answer. 

"Benny... Tell me where he is!"

"He uh... He suffered a massive heart attack." Ben started, his eyes settling on Esme as she slept in your arms "They uh... They got him on life support. Waitin' for a heart." 

"No..." You trailed off, tears flowing freely as you looked down you your daughter, envious of how clueless she was to all this. 

"He'll die without one." 

"No." You sobbed harder, your head dropping as you screwed your eyes shut and let yourself fall apart "We were supposed to do this together." You cried "We were supposed to be a family." 

Present day... 

You arrived at the hospital as soon as you could. You'd thrown a bag together for Esme, grabbed her pram and left, desperate to see Frankie awake. 

His room was empty when you arrived. You looked around, trying to catch sight of him but coming up blank. He must've gone to get coffee. You pushed Esme's pram into Franks's room, tucking it in the corner so it didn't get in the way and then you took your place at Frankie's side. You didn't have to wait long for him to wake. 

He was sluggish, his eyes fluttering open and closed for a while. The sedatives were making it hard for him to surface. 

"That's it, Frankie." You said softly as you squeezed his hand and smiled sweetly at him "Come back to me." 

This statement was like a bucket of ice water over Frankie's head. His head snapped towards you and his eyes filled with tears as he seemed to study every inch of your face. 

"Titch." He choked, blinking furiously in an attempt to keep himself awake and you nodded. 

"That's right, just come back to me my Frankie." 

"I tried." He choked and you grew confused "I'm so sorry Titch." He sobbed and you stepped back as a hand pulled you away from him "Why won't you leave me be." 

"Frankie-"

"Just leave me alone." He cried "Please..." 

You turned on your heel and practically sprinted towards the door, colliding with Ben's solid chest. He scooped Esme up with practised ease with one arm and led you out the room with the other, leaving the doctors and nurses to work Franky.

"He... I don't..." You can't find the words, too heartbroken to string a coherent sentence together so Ben just holds you till you calm down. Giving himself a chance to figure out how was going to tell you what he needed to. 

"Titch... There's uh... Well, there's something you should know." He said when your cries finally quietened "Fish he uh... Well, it seems like he experienced a pretty vivid dream in his coma." 

You looked up at him with a bemused expression, head tilting to one side as you waited for him to continue. 

"When he woke up, he was rambling about getting hit by a car." He continued "I guess that's what he'd dreamt just before he woke up." 

"What are you trying to tell me, Ben?" You pushed and Ben let out a long sigh as he looked down at Esme in his arm. 

"Frankie thinks you're uh... Well, he-"

"Spit it out, Ben." You grumbled, unable to take the suspense any longer. 

"He thinks you're dead." 

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[the-marvelclub]

While you were sleeping | Bucky Barnes

Part 2.

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Summary: Reader is in love with the mysterious man who goes every week to the bar where she works. When one night she witnesses a fight that leaves the man in a coma and he´s taken to the hospital, she is mistaken for his fiancée, unaware that the mysterious man is Steve Rogers himself. With no family and after losing everything in The Blip, reader becomes captivated with Steve's friends and their unconditional love for her that she can't bring herself to tell the truth. Things get complicated when she finds herself falling for Steve's best friend, Bucky.

Exhausted, you walked down the busy street that led to Joe's bar. The previous hours had not turned out as you would've hoped. After the outburst of emotions at the hospital from Steve's friends, you could feel the headache coming on. You weren't even sure why you hadn't been able to tell the truth at that precise moment, heck, you weren't even a good liar. But for the first time in a long time, you were overcome with a feeling you thought you would never feel again, warmth. It was so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. Soon you realized that your presence there meant something more important to them; hope. Hope of finally knowing what had happened to Steve in the last few years, hope to find out who was responsable for his situation or maybe the opportunity of having him back, you couldn't be sure, but they had welcomed you with such kindness and gratitude, that you couldn't bring yourself to tell the truth.

So when they were getting everything ready to take Steve to the avengers compound, you took the opportunity to return home in hopes of getting some sleep, knowing that Steve was in good hands and that he would be better. A sigh of relieve left your body as you opened the door to your apartment, without even caring about changing your clothes, you lay on your bed and fell asleep.

Joe was leaning on the bar as he stared at you in shock trying to process what you just told him.

“Are you crazy?" he finally opened his mouth after what seemed like an eternity. "Steven doesn't even know you exist."

“Is Steve, and thank you for that" you sighed putting your head in your hands, you had hope that the horrible headache was gone by now, clearly you were wrong. And if that wasn't bad enough, you had found out that the men from last night that attack Steve had disappeared on the way to the police station, as if they had vanished into thin air. Part of you feared they would come for you.

"Let me get this straight" he put aside the glass cup he was cleaning and looked at you "you've fooled the mightiest superheroes in the universe into believing that Steve Rogers, who you've never talked to and who you didn’t even know who he really was less than 24 hours ago, is your fiancé."

I cringe.

"Well, it sounds crazier if you put it that way."

"It is crazy either way" he replied "what have you gotten yourself into? What if those men in the alley find out about it too? What if they come after you to get to him? What if Steve wakes up and see a stranger who claims to be his fiancée hanging out with his friends".

The thought had crossed your mind, things seemed to be getting more and more complicated, you knew you had to tell the truth and that is what you planned to do, but somehow the thought of never seeing Steve again was unbearable.

Joe sighed putting his hand on your shoulder as he saw the anguish on your face, "Y/n... h-how much can you really love someone you don't even know?" he stared at you with sorrow, he paused for a moment as if he weren´t sure of his next question. "Are you sure this isn't about Ryan?

You froze. It had been a long time since you'd heard that name, you hadn't even allowed yourself to think about that name and the person it belonged to. He knew that. "It's just, he looked so much like Steve, maybe the only thing you love about Steve is just that."

You swallowed feeling the tears starting to sting your eyes. You didn't want to talk about it. "I'll tell them the truth Joe, I just need a little time to figure out how to do it." you sighed "but first, remember the time you mentioned you knew the address of Steve's apartment?" you said trying to sound as casual as you could.

Joe narrowed his eyes and looked at you curiously.

"Maybe..." he dragged out "what are you getting at?"

"Natasha sent me a text, she invited me to dinner tonight at the compound, but before that she asked if I could pick up some clothes for Steve at his apartment and I said yes." You said quickly, evading the gaze of your boss in front of you.

"Well of course, what kind of fiancée wouldn't know where her future husband lives, right?" He said rolling his eyes.

After begging some more he finally gave you the adress, in fact, Steve's apartment wasn't too far from the bar so you headed to the address Joe gave you. You had to find a way to get in and get his clothes before tonight's dinner.

You sighed staring at the big brown door in front of you, after 4 flights of stairs you found the apartment, you had to find some way to get in without looking like you were trespassing, maybe you could try to explain the situation to the doorman so he would give you an extra key or something. You were about to go back when you heard a deep voice you didn't recognize behind you.

"So are you gonna open the door or stare at it for another 3 minutes."

You let out a squeal turning around with your heart pounding in your chest. Blue eyes met yours, he was leaning on the stair railing, wearing a cap that covered his brown hair, and a black shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders. You had never seen him before but once again he looked vaguely familiar. His intense gaze swept over you from head to toe.

"I'm James... Bucky, Bucky Barnes. Steve's best friend" oh great, more friends "you must be y/n, right? Steve's fiancée" he added in an ambiguous tone. He cocked his head to the side and you flinched, a part of you felt exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. As if he was able to see right behind your cheap facade.

Red covered your cheeks as anxiety took over your body.

"U-um... yeah" you cursed yourself internally for stuttering so much "I-I don't remember meeting you."

"That's because we haven´t" his answer was dry as he started walking towards you "so? are you gonna open that door? I suppose you have an extra key, don't you?

"S-sure..." you mumbled, with shaky hands you put your arm up over the door frame praying that Steve was one of those people who left an extra key there just in case. You were thinking of what excuse to use for the intimidating man waiting behind you when your fingers touched something metallic. Bingo. "This is where we keep it" you smiled showing him the small key, he looked surprised for a moment but was quick to hide it, back to his serious face.

"How did you know where he lives?" you asked cautiously as you opened the apartment door. If he was part of Steve's friends, he wouldn't know of his whereabouts for the last 2 years either.

"I stopped by Joe's bar" he simply replied following you inside the apartment "Natasha told me I could find you there, so I went, Joe gave me the location and told me you would be here picking up some things."

The apartment didn´t looked like much, a small brown couch, a TV, the little kitchen on the right side, and a hallway that led to what you suppose would be the bedroom.

"So how long have you two been together?" you turned quickly, Bucky Barnes was going through the papers scattered on the coffee table in the living room.

"Oh, Steve and I?" you muttered "since September 17th" you said the first thing that came to mind.

Shit.

"Huh" he put down the papers and looked at you with a frown "so four months, that's pretty fast".

More like less than 12 hours, but he didn't have to know that yet "You have no idea".

You slipped away quickly to the bedroom before Bucky could think of any more questions. You knew he would find out soon, you could sense it in the way he looked at you. There were no thank yous, no tears or hugs like with Natasha and Steve's friends. No, with Bucky Barnes there were only doubts and mistrust.

Your eyes roamed the room, the bed was unmade, there were still clothes on the floor, cds of old rock bands and history books lay on the side table. You fixed your eyes on the dresser next to the door and checked the drawers for Steve's clothes.

Placing the clothes in the bag you had with you, you headed for the living room, Bucky was inspecting the place as if he was trying to look for signs that this was, in fact, Steve's apartment. You forced yourself to look into his eyes, unruly strands of dark hair sticking out of his cap as he tilted his head and looked at you. "Can you pour me a glass of water, please?" he said casually but his eyes reflected a deeper motive.

"Um, sure," you ran your hand over your damp forehead as you headed to the kitchen. "I don't remember seeing you at the hospital," you said, making conversation out of him, hoping he wouldn't notice that you didn't know where the damn glasses were.

"I just got back from a mission" he responded but you didn't pay attention to him, you opened the cabinet in front of you, revealing two boxes of cereal and some canned goods, you closed it quickly and opened the next one.

"You don't know where the glasses are kept?" you heard his voice right behind you, you turned around, he was just a few steps away from you, the corner of his lips turned up, as if he thought it was funny. As if he knew the answer to his question. He was testing you.

You forced yourself to smile at him, trying to act casual about it. “Yeah, it's just that Steve sometimes moves them around.”

"Yes, I'm sure".

"Ha! see, here they are" you said triumphantly opening another of the cabinets. A hand behind you closed it before you could take one of the glasses.

"You know what? I'm not thristy anymore," he replied with a low laugh as he took some keys out of the pocket of his blue jeans. "We better get going, I have a feeling it's going to be a very interesting dinner."

[krizariel]

Follow up to this post

It’s been a few weeks since then and Tim is almost fully recovered. Soon he will be able to go back home. While Tim wanted to go back to the nest, Alfred had different plans.

“Preposterous Master Drake. You are going back to the mansion where you can be given proper care whilst you continue your recovery. There’s much you’ve lost and you need all the support you can get to get fully back on your feet. No objections.”

“Knowing you, you will want to get back to work right away. I brought you your laptop as a compromise.”

“Thank you Alfie.”

The nurses knocked on the door as it was time for his regular check up. Alfred left the room to let them do their job saying he’d be outside.

“Is your boyfriend not here today?” She asked as she was taking his blood pressure.

“ My who?!”

“Wow careful sweetie. Your heart rate”

Well I’m not the one who asked about my non-existent boyfriend what the hell lady!?

“Dark, tall and handsome? skunk hair? He has been here almost every day for over a year.” She continued.

“At first we thought he was a ghost haha” another nurse chimed in. “Almost every morning, when we'd come clean you up there was a flower, always had enough water. Sometimes we'd see a new flower.”

“You did get multiple visitors at the beginning but later the visits were more spread out and they didn't stay long so we knew when someone had visited. So it was SO strange that you'd always have fresh flowers and sometimes even books by your bed!”

"There was no one here near the end of the day and some nurses were too scared to enter the room in the middle of the night.”

"One time they peeked and one swore they saw a shadow by the corner so they called security. When we came in with a group of guards, no one was in the room. Everything was in place except for a new flower."

Another nurse peeked in. “Y’all talking about the lover ghost?” “The what now?!” Tim said "Yeah, yeah, come in!" Why are they just inviting themselves?! “Listen. Sometimes some nurses were scared to come in during the night but you were always peaceful, nothing out of place. Usually, with patients like you, rooms become silent and more empty as time goes by. It's…common. For visitors to slowly lose hope and being unable to continue visiting often. Each person deals with grief differently.” "But in your case, as months went by, your room was more…lived?" "Later Mr. Wayne let us know if we saw a certain Mr. Peters come in to visit that he was to be included in the list of people allowed to visit you." “We suspect he was our ghost!” A new nurse excitedly added, from behind Tim. WHERE ARE THEY COMING FROM!? "What makes you think Mr. Peters is the one that had been visiting me during the time I was in a coma?" "Well, if it's not him, then you had two suitors and one of them was a ghost. I'd go with the first option if I was you." “We haven't seen someone so dedicated so have to admit we were really rooting for you both. We haven't seen him lately though.” an older nurse continued. “Did something happen?” Another one asked. “No just… we are not- “ Tim felt a bit at loss as he was still processing all this information. Alfred, god bless him, made his presence be known at that moment. The head nurse was trailing behind him. “Excuse me ladies. Master Drake requires some rest.” Alfie said as he put his hand on Tim's shoulder, reassuringly. "Everyone please, stop bothering Mr. Drake and chop-chop, there's plenty to do." The head nurse said and then turned to Tim. "As for you Mr. Drake, it looks like everything is looks good. The doctor will see you in a minute to give you some final instructions and to tell you when will be your next check up but looks like you are ready to be discharged." And with that, she left. ----

Once he was finally back at the mansion and settled in his room, he finally gave himself time to think about what the nurses said. He just… it wouldn't leave him alone.

He will have to face Jason again, isn't he?

It didn't take long. And Tim suspects Alfred had a hand in it… "Hey." "Hi." By the way Jason's mouth moved, it looked like he had something to say but kept aborting saying anything. Tim could relate. "Sorry, Alfred wanted me to come to have tea with him this afternoon and was really insistent. I couldn't say no. Good to see you are doing well." "Yeah. Thank you." "Anyway, I'm on my way out so-" "WAIT" Tim grabbed Jason's arm before he could bolt out. He had to ask. "The nurses told me a story… about a ghost." "Uh?" "Yeah. Apparently a rumor started… of a ghost who kept leaving flowers and making noise in my hospital room. Who kept visiting me and keeping me company. They were apparently very charmed." "Oh." "Was it really you?" "I…yeah. Listen I never said anything because I didn't want to look lke a creep. I know it sounds nuts but I might have developed a bit of a crush on you…" "While I was unconscious??" "Let it be known I never said this made any sense." Jason continued "I just wanted to keep you company, to not be forgotten… because I know how it felt to come back and feeling that way. As time went by, I started learning every bit I could. I knew you as red robin but not the real you. I never bothered, and I started to want it really badly." Tim was at loss of words because a part of him wanted to stay upset but he couldn't find it it himself to stay mad in light of all this new information. "It was stupid of me to think that you'd wake up and maybe there could be a chance. But believe me I honestly didn't think it would be that simple. I know I can't take the hurt back but if you'll have me I want nothing more than to make it up to you and give this a try" Tim felt the smile grow in his face. He couldn't help it. It felt like getting closure in the best possible way. Maybe right now he really didn't want to focus on romance but he felt warmth at the thought of having his family around and Jason as well. The fact that Jason thought about him that far… is proof that his affections were never misplaced. "How about we take it slow and just see where it goes. I'd like it if you stick around." Suddenly he felt strong arms around him. Jason was hugging him tightly and just like that Tim couldn't help but feeling genuinely happy. Despite the situation, whatever the future hold didn't seem so bad. "Thank you babybird. I swear I'll make it worth your while." Jason said as he pulled slightly away and held Tim's face tenderly with both hands. "Alright… I could use a spar partner, wanna help a guy?"

"You got it." ----

It's been a few months since then and here they are. Jason usually wakes up first. He almost can't believe he gets to watch him sleep and wake up every day. He will hold on to this for as long as possible. For as long as Tim will have him. "Hey, sleeping beauty." "Hey, handsome." Part 1 Part 2

[thehappyfeminist-22]

Since we're all doing Ed whump, I thought I would throw this out there. This is technically Stede whump, too, because the poor guy is going through it.

Modern AU where Ed is in the hospital. He's been injured somehow and is in a coma, hooked up to all sorts of scary machines, including a ventilator. Stede stays right by his side, worrying and wringing his hands. He tries to put on a brave face, but he's so scared. Ed looks so small in that hospital bed and he's far too pale for Stede's liking. Stede does all he can for him, holding his hand and talking to him (he doesn't know if Ed can even hear him, but on the off chance that he can, he's going to make damn sure Ed knows he's there and he's safe), reading to him, gently wiping around his eyes and the corners of his mouth with a cool cloth, making sure his lips don't get too dry. He brushes his hair, too, but there's not much he can do with Ed on his back and all the tube's in the way. He kisses his forehead and whispers that he loves him so much and promises that he'll be right here when Ed wakes up, although he's terrified by the possibility that he might not. Stede tries to keep himself occupied as best he can by reading and doing word searches and keeping all their friends updated on Ed's condition. He tries playing his Switch, but all his favorite games remind him of Ed. The farm they made together on Stardew Valley, the island Ed helped him build and decorate on Animal Crossing, the ranch they built on Slime Rancher, the intricate world that they crafted from scratch on Minecraft. He can't bear to touch any of them without Ed to play with him. He can't focus on any of it for very long anyway because his eyes keep drifting up to the frail man in the bed. He spends hours just watching Ed breathe. Their friends visit in shifts and have to pry Stede away from Ed's bedside so he can go get some food at the cafeteria. There is a couch in Ed's room, but it's uncomfortable and they can tell Stede hasn't been sleeping much. It goes on like this for days (weeks?) and Stede is trying so, so hard not to lose hope, that his precious Ed is still in there somewhere, but the doctors are starting to tell him that he might have to make a decision soon, and he's starting to realize that he might never hear Ed's voice or see those beautiful brown eyes again. He sits by Ed's bedside and breaks down into tears late one night and pleads with him to wake up, to please come back to him, don't leave him in this world alone. Ed doesn't stir. Stede buries his face in his hands and cries impossibly harder. Then he hears something. A tapping sound. He looks up and Ed's hand is moving, flailing helplessly and bumping into the railing on his hospital bed. Stede grabs it and squeezes and pleads even more desperately for Ed to wake up, please just wake up, please come back to him! A few tense seconds tick by. The only sound in the room is the steady beeping of the machines.

And then Ed opens his eyes.

They're wide and scared but so full of life that fresh tears of joy pour down Stede's face.

Ed has never liked hospitals. Stede can tell by the way he's squeezing his hand so tight that he's scared and agitated and he wants this stuff off him NOW, but Stede squeezes back and tells him that everything is going to be okay, they'll get this scary ventilator off him soon, as he calls desperately for the nurses.

The nurses tell Stede that he should step out of the room while they get Ed unhooked from the ventilator, but there's absolutely no separating them. They just have to work around Stede as best they can because Ed won't let go of his hand. Ed chokes a little as they remove the tube from his throat, but he visibly relaxes once it's out. When things finally calm down and it's just the two of them, Ed tries to talk, but his throat is so sore and he hasn't talked for so long that he can only make a pitiful, garbled noise come out. Stede gently shushes him and tells him not to try to talk just yet, to save his energy. He keeps reassuring Ed over and over that he's safe and everything is going to be okay. Ed manages to motion that he's hungry. Of course he is, the poor guy hasn't eaten in days, but his stomach is very sensitive because of this, so Stede manages to scrounge up some warm broth for him just to get something in his stomach and it feels so good on his throat. Ed can't quite manage the spoon on his own just yet, so Stede sits on the edge of his bed and carefully feeds him the broth one sip at a time.

Later, they're cuddled up together in Ed's hospital bed and Stede says, "You came back," like he can hardly believe it. Ed manages a very weak, "Never left."

They have a long road of recovery ahead of them, but everything is going to be okay.

[localsharkcryptid]

I'd love to hear about it :D

Okay so! Admittedly this entire 'Good Ending' AU is a lot of concepts and ideas so imma just put down a bunch of the main and favorite notes I have so far with it!

If I ever do anything with this it'll probably be a fair amount of one-shots or short stories, and I do wanna hammer home that EVERYONE in this AU gets a good ending - no exclusions, full DSMP cast, if I don't write things on certain characters it's generally due to me just not knowing their lore well enough to give specifics on what they'd be doing or just not having set ideas atm.

Mostly for Context Notes:

- I won't say the canon ending is retconned but more so it doesn't happen the same way due to some changes! The Eggpire ending is important though and still plays out mostly the same. Which leads into The Egg becoming this bigger force that everyone has to work together against - thus leading to a final server wide 'truce' in a way that allows for things to finally settle. (Generally going with a concept that the Egg originally surfaced due to all the previous wars, the death drawing it out so it could be found, therefore people figure this out and it becomes a sort of for the greater good situation)

- Additionally the server doesn't reset again due to XD making a very specific deal with George, in an attempt to finally be free of the Admin's influence/all the dream coma bullshittery, George effectively tricks XD into becoming mortal and giving up his status as Admin - officially freeing the server from the loop.

- After the truce, the idea of countries kinda dissolves, while the locations all remain they become more so cities/towns all apart of the same thing again! Also with the server being "freed" the SMP starts gaining citizens after a bit! So actual populations for everywhere!!! Also totally not an excuse for me to make OCs, definitely not (I say like a liar)

- This is a good ending but also I will note it takes a while for a lot of people to become comfortable again with each other, and honestly I don't think there's a lot of forgiveness either, it's more so people choosing to move on from the past. So a lot of my ideas for shenanigans/light hearted stuff are written with the idea of it being like 2-3 years post 'ending'

Other Notes! Just some more miscellaneous thoughts honestly.

- Dream ends up as part of a syndicate as one would assume, Punz is considered an honorary member and of all people, Purpled also joins the ranks, he gets picked up by someone some time after the Las Nevadas finale and that leads to him joining them, whereas the other two show up later on.

- Pandora's Vault ends up being entirely renovated, it being pretty damn difficult now to tell what it was and turned into a proper home, it's a long process mostly headed by Sam in his long list of things he's done to "apologize" after having his world view shattered (he learns that the staged finale was, well, staged and has a mental crisis for like 3 weeks over that and realizing he is, in fact, the bad guy) also his plot goes slightly differently, being based on a roleplay I have going rn! Generally Sam returns to the Vault initially to hide out from people/so they'll 'get over' him being a shit person and it leads into him eventually siding with and eventually ending up with Dream (Awesamdrunz is a dynamic that is borderline crack to me and yes it's going in here) - this is the main factor that changes stuff with the nuke part of the og ending, as Tommy and Tubbo get effectively curb stomped by Sam when they attempt to kill Dream the first time around and don't really try it again.

- While it takes a bit, DTeam do reunite, it's shaky at first (especially with Dream's chosen partners, Punz is pretty neutral as always - he's good at keeping his opinions to himself even if he tends to clash with Sap a lot. As for Sam, well, it's more so that Sapnap and George rightfully hate his fucking guts for awhile) but they have bi-weekly if not more meet-ups to hang out and do things like they used to. They end up eventually building another community house somewhere between Kinoko and the main SMP, this one being more so just a designated hang out.

- Bad ends up taking over looking after a lot of the main server, especially with new arrivals. He's kinda a one-man welcome committee and does a pretty good job. He also tries to host little get togethers now and again (mostly for DTeam/The Manhunt Crew and whoever they wanna bring along) also you cannot tell me that he wouldn't have like weekend bake sales as the SMP gains a proper population. Someone needs to enjoy the muffins.

- Wilbur & Tommy end up making their own book club to rival the syndicate cause both of them aren't allowed in Techno's fancy book club (they think it's an actual book club, so yeah). Sam gets roped into it one day when he shows up to pick up Dream & Punz, Tubbo inevitably gets roped in as well. It's a time and they insist on using Phil's living room for meetings. Phil hates this - also Sam's 8ft ass can barely fit in the room, it's very cramped for him.

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I've got more but those will be going to the other ask I've got :)

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Good afternoon, I hope your having a good day

I was wondering if you would be ok with writing a bout how overhaul would be after he got broken out of prison and found someone willing to help him and built new arms for him and he realised he had feelings for them and dicided he didn't want to be such a germaphobe enymore and wants a real relationship with this person after seeing how mean he was to people before he lost everything. I would really appreciate it but no problem if you dont want to 😁

I think I already did one of those, but I wouldn't mind doing again since it has been some time

Listen. This man right there? Won't neve, ever be the same as he was again.

His arrogance and ego are no longer existent. His will to live is gone. And he literally has no one. Really. No one he trusts nor family or friends by his side anymore.

His only connections to what he once was are arrested or in a coma that himself put them on.

Although there is some traces here and there of the old overhaul.

So what stuck with him was his distrust of people, still thinking that everyone is sick and against him and his mysophobia.. despite no longer having any arms to help him.

Jails aren't extremely clean nor non crowded places and I bet tartarus isn't any different. So tartarus was hell for him.

But there is one thing that separates the old Chisaki from this new one... a heavy trauma from the loss of his both arms and quirk. Chisaki had and will still have nightmares with shigaraki for a long time.... he is surely traumatized and mentally wounded. So his distrust of people gets worst? Surely, but one thing that he will now have is panic and a tinge of fear of someone new.

He is literally defenseless. The lady from tartarus literally manipulated his body like a broken puppet and he couldn't really do something about it since he just can't.

So yeah... it will be hella complicated to get his trust... it was already before but on this state of mind he is now? It sounds impossible.

The first time you appeared after everything that happened you volunteered to help. Apparently you were a close friend of Hawks and the winged hero trusted you to keep an eye on him after his and midoriya battle against Lady nagant.

He was silent the whole ride. No matter what you tried to say to create some talk to break the silence he just wouldn't dare to open his mouth.

Really you just got to hear his voice when you heard the man almost breaking down at that elders hospital bed begging fro forgiveness.

So now you had him under your care until taratarus was repaired... and you didn't exactly knew how to feel about him on those 2 weeks he was with you.

But you did notice how he flinched at every sound that was slightly more loud or just sudden. How his jaw clenched when he couldn't do something and only depended on your care to even grab something to eat or drink... not even speaking about going to the bathroom.

You understood that pretty quickly he was a mysophobic. How he avoided any surface that he wasn't sure it was cleaned well enough like a plague, how he almost ran away from your cat when it went smelling his feet.... and list still goes.

You had a fear you might regret this later... but you were just so.... sorry for him.

You just couldn't help.

"Uh... hey." You murmured while opening the door softly. Careful with the volume of your voice. He was just laid-back on the bed. Staring with a lifeless gaze at the ceiling. The only way you knew he acknowledged your presence was by a twitch of his eyebrow. "Sorry I took so long... but I have something for you."

Amber's eyes trailed from the ceiling to your own as you approached the bed and pulled a stool, which you always used to place his things and all, to sit on close to the bed.

"I know it doesn't matter anymore but considers as a late Christmas gift?" You forced a smile and showed him a huge box.

He blinked... well it was a start.

"Did you celebrated Christmas? In the yakuza?" You asked hopefully but soon sighed when he only trailed his gaze down at the box with a apprehensive look. "Relax, is not something dangerous... well I hope."

You regretted joking about that the moment you saw his body went rigid as he shot himself up the best he could to get away from you with a feral yet terrified glare.

"I-I'm sorry I'm sorry." You showed both of your hands up "I swear. Ir was just a dumb joke.... please just... let me show it to you? I think you will like it."

He arched an eyebrow at you as a response as you started to unlock the items and his eyes went wide open.

"Being part of that comission was worth it at least for a lil bit." You chuckled humorless while in your hold was two prosthetic arms. The most advanced ones he had seen to be honest. "Hate them for inumerous reasons...." You shook your head at that, noticing you were rambling at this point.

"Do you wanna try it on?" You asked with a gentle smile as he eyed you warily "I need to help with the first the one but you can do it yourself later yeah? I know depending on someone all the time sucks." You managed a giggle as he relaxed his body a bit and wordless allowed you to step closer.

You had noticed that the inumerous hives that would pop occasionally on his skin were slowly decreasing every time you had to touch him. You didn't knew if it was because he was growing used to it or just that he trusted you to be clean enough.

"There... can you move the fingers?" You asked as he glanced at the arm and soon enough the metallic fingers wiggled robotically as you opened one of the biggest smiles he ever saw "That's great! You will be doing some things now on your own! I still need to be close though... you will have to atture me for a lil more."

He slowly started to put on the other one and soon he was staring at the now new pair of robotic arms with wide eyes... his shoulders started to tremble a bit.. why was he feeling like crying? He didn't know.

"Do you need some time alone? I can leave if you want." You were staring at his whole body for any sign he might give to you until you widened your eyes at the weak and hoarse finally manifesting itself after the two weeks you've been with him.

"I...... ple... g-get... out." He finally managed to croak out as you nodded and left the room.

First sentence he spoke to you wasn't exactly the nicest but you wouldn't judge... at least you tried not to.

Although this happened you started to see some changes on your small apartment.

Everything was perfectly placed in order. Cleaned to perfection almost. Sometimes you had the privilege to see the criminal grumbling while washing in a very grumpy mood the sink.

It was... a interesting sign to say at least.

Soon you got that this was his way of not only providing himself on some comfort but a way to express his gratitude... you felt a bit flustered even.

It has been over almost one year since you had been sharing the place with the man. Things were as good as they can get with you sharing a place with a cat and a ex yakuza.

But to him? It wasn't like that.

It was strange. How you vould spur those things on him.

You just were so... diferent. You had almost the same emphaty pops had with him when he was a kid but it seemed like you understood him better than anyone he had crossed his path with.

It was also bizarre how much you affected him as well. At first he despised that feline but now as he lived with the creature he just flew used to its presence and he almost had a heart attack when you were out once and he couldn't find the damn cat.... only to curse the animal when he found them on the top of the kitchen cabinet.

And to top it off? You had gotten home early that day and saw the interactik and just burst out on a laughing fit as he felt his whole face burning because since when he got flustered around someone?

... since when he almost had a panick attack when someone didn't got home at the same time they usually did anyway...?

He just couldn't help it. The thought of Shigaraki just somehow discovering where he was and attacking you was circling like a damn carousel on his head... and when you got home he was just so angry ...

"Where the hell were you?" He remembered to hiss it when you closed the door

"Uh.. got stuff to do? Why? Were you worried?" You had joked but soon the air got heavy when he glared at your way and stormed out of the living room. Slaming the door of his room shut.

He breathed in and out as he gripped on his hair... trying to just calm down... he didn't know why he was in such a state but soon his heart started to beat faster at the knock on the door... a apology slipping from your lips and asking if he was okay.

He couldn't help but sigh at the memory. You didn't had to say sorry for that. You had this habit of always saying this word and he hated it since you did nothing wrong ever since he got to know you.

"Hey." He almost flinched at the sudden noise of your voice "You want to learn how to make oyakodon? You seemed to enjoy it last week at least." You smiled sweetly at him as he pondered on your words.

He wasn't a fan of cooking. It was always messy. But it gave him some sense of security since he knew what went in the dish and he knew how clean you or him had gotten before putting your hands to work.

"Tsk. You sound pleased to teach dishes. What? Already worn out of doing the basics things so you want to push those to me?" He tsked his tongue and spoke in the same nonchantly tone of voice as always.

"Woah. Sorry to try to help you on not being so spoiled as before." You snorted at the angry offended look he threw you "besides you always complain about the seasoning I put, so I was hoping if you did it instead you would quit on acting like a poiled 5 years old kid and be like... the man you are at 28." You giggled as he deadpanned before huffing and crossing his bionic arms over his chest as he threw one of his legs over the other as he decided to drive his attention back to the TV.

It was talking about all the problems of outside... especially the battle against heroes and villains. You kept him updated sometimes but he viuld notice the way you avoided any topic involving Shigaraki or the league of villains... or now as called the Paranormal Liberation Front....

He scoffed once again... the thought of you treating him like something fragile sickened him sometimes... but deep now, it offered him a bit of comfort.

His eyes went back to you... now you were petting while feeding your cat before standing up, patting your hands and going to the bathroom to wash them... he noticed how you didn't do that some months ago but started to do it for his sake.

"What are you stating at?" He widened his eyes at noticing he had been staring at you for too long.

"Nothing. Nothing in particular." He stood up as soon as you got closer and you arched an eyebrow at seeing his face a bit pinkish.

"Okay? Listen, I need to get going so so if you want to learn that dish you just sucked the entire plate last week you better tell me." You giggled while he only furrowed his eyebrows, finally looking at you once again.

"To where? I don't think you work on this time of the day."

"No but Hawks called me this morning. Told me he needed to talk about some things."

His body went rigid once again...

Jealousy? No. No he couldn't be jealous. You were just a.. a ... friend. Yeah. A colleague. He couldn't be jealous. No no.

He wasn't like that. Overhaul never would feel jealous...

... but what about Chisaki? Chisaki kai? Was he a man to feel jealousy over a colleague?

.... were you even a colleague to him now?

The entire time if the lunch hour he was tormented with these thoughts.... until he grew impossibly more antsy at seeing you getting ready. Perfume and all out.

Why? Were you trying to impress that hero or something.

"Can you feed my baby if I take too long? I know you hate it but I really don't know how this will turn out." You murmured while adjusting your clothes as his knees bounced.

"That feline will leave." Don't go.

"Overhaul please. Don't start now with the grumpy attitude." You mocked him as he scoffed.

Call me by my name... my given name.

He flinched violent at the thought, it was enough to make the cat jump in fright and for you to notice.

Shit. You had noticed.

"Are you okay?" You asked, slowly approaching him as he tried to regulate his breathing "Was the news wasn't it? He is far away, he can't get to you and surely he won't know who am I to hunt me down." You spoke softly as he blinked... the urge to groan was strong but he just nodded and mentioned vaguely with his metal hand for you to just go.

Sighing, you grabbed your coat and before closing the door you spoke over your shoulder.

"You know my number. If anything happens, and I mean anything, just call me alright?"

No response.

He heard you sighing again before closing the door allowing himself to shakily exhale and just burry his face carefully on the metal hands he had as his mind processed what happened for to think that so suddenly... why was his emotions so turbulent whenever you were around but when you were away he felt numb?

...

...

"No." He murmured as he realization hit him like a truck. "Fuck... please everything but this."

What the hell was he supposed to do? Yes, you had been helping him and being a total angel. Yes, you helped him open his eyed and notice how horrible he had been the last decade of his life. Yes, he couldn't deny it, you were so beautiful and so attractive. Yes, he felt a sense of peace whenever you were around and when you weren't his heart seemed like it would drop to his stomach....

But what was he suppose to do now knowing that he actually liked you?

He never had a relationship for Christ's sake. He wouldn't know where to begin. He wouldn't know how to act around you. He wouldn't know shit.

And what he had to offer to you? Nothing. Nada. If maybe you had met him before all this bullshit.... he would have something to give you. Heck despite his shifty morals he still considered that his mental state was better at that time than now.

Fuck... maybe you were better off with that winged hero. He would just fuck up your life more than he had.

How long had he been thinking about this? Since when it got dark?

... shit hour cat was meowing like crazy. He forget to fed the damn pest.

"Dammit." He murmured shakily as he stood up.... the least he could do to express his gratitude was to at least feed the damn cat.

He flinched at the sudden sounds of the door opening right when he poured a bowl to the starving animal.

"tadaima..." You moaned as he stared at you for a while before pretending to have his attention of the kitty now devouring his meal as he muttered a low 'okaeri.'

You widened your eyes in shock at that... he never did that before but you couldn't help bit to let out a laugh.

"Aw warming up to me enough to welcome me home now?" You teased but frowned at not listening any scoffs or salty remarks of his.

Iit deepened when you notice this man had not touch his food.

"What did I told you about not eating?" You sighed as you went to to make him a plate until he beat you to it and just sat down wordless. "Did I... do something to piss you off?"

He stopped midway, his eating utensils in the air as he glared holes at the food before him.

"Jesus Overhaul, if you dontwant to eat I'm not going to force you, don't need to throw a tantrum." You scoffed but he only tasked in response.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum."

"Yes. You are." You sighed, trying to gather patience enough to deal with the problem "did something happen?"

Silence.

Scoffing at his attitude once again you went to check on your cat until his voice finally manifested again.

"You seem to enjoy that hero's company."

"Well yeah, I know him since we were like... 8?" You said suspiciously while noticing his jaw clenching and unclenching at your response. "What? Jealous or something?" You said without thinking until you saw his eyes widened for a second before going back to normal.

"Wait..."

"No. Do not even dare to comment." He growled.

"Are you-"

"I am not. End of discussion." He stood up abruptly and started to walk away... but this time you opted to follow him instead of just letting it be.

"For crying out loud talking with me won't kill you!" You groaned as he tried to close the door but you stopped him just in time.

"Get out." He growled, not able to look at your eyes.

"Chisaki just listen!" You exclaimed making the room go quiet as his eyes shot up to look at your own widened ones.

"Wh.. what did you-?"

"I'm so sorry." You murmured horrified, hands on your mouth as he stared down at you in pure shock "oh God I'm so sorry."

"How did... how do you know my...?" He couldn't even finish his sentence as you started to ramble.

"I'm so sorry. I know only your surname due to Deku giving me information like a year ago about you. Rules and all for you being a ex criminal and yakuza. God I'm sorry Overhaul... it just slipped." You brushed your hair away in distress

"Why didn't you called me by that if you knew?" He snarled, why? He didn't know.

His head was such a mess of emotions now...

"Well, deku told me about how you weren't him anymore. About how you abandoned that name long ago and all... so I thought if I called you that you might have grow uncomfortable or it just something that you don't like to remember about .." You mumbled, hand on your face covering your ashamed expression.

"... I don't see a problem." You let out a confused sound before looking up at him and noticing once again the tip of his ears starting to grow pink "I.. I am not what I used to be anyway. So I dont mind... you calling me that."

You arched an eyebrow before letting out a relieved sigh, crossing your arms before looking up at him once again.

"Fine. If I can call you Chisaki-"

"No. You can call me ... by my first name. It's Kai." You widened your eyes as he averted his own aways from your gaze.

"That's... are you sure? That's way too intimate..." he cursed himself at your reminder.

He just nodded and closed the door on you. Leaving you in a state of confusion and shock.

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"Sounds rough." Your friend muttered as you groaned in your hands.

"Right? What else can I do to understand that guy?" You moaned, dropping your head on the table as your friend blinked.

"You know..." they sighed "... I think I know why he is acting like that. Freaking out when you take longer to get home, starting to act strange when you go out with others guys.... allowing you to call him by his first name despite his distaste of it...."

You poked a eyes at them and offered them a "go on" look.

".... you freacking idiot." They groaned "He likes you! Like, REALLY REALLYYYYY likes you!" They almost shouted while shaking your shoulders.

"Eh?" You muttered in shock.

"Yeah!" They wanted to slap you so bad.

"EH?!?!?!?!?" You shouted in embarrassment

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"Why do I have a sudden feeling I will have a headache today?" He muttered as the kitty meowned at him as he hummed "Maybe I'm overreacting."

The cat blinked at him

"Oh for crying out loud now I'm talking to a freacking cat like (Y/n) does." He groaned, dropping his head back on the couch and face palming hard

[skatingbi]

Yeah im...gonna expand on my Ace lives AU more bc im drinking that good ole copium :')

Too lazy to make this gramatically correct so accept my random word vomit!

At marineford, luffy is screaming for a doctor or literally anyone who can help ace. He knows ace isnt dead, he cant be, because he promised. A brother doesnt break promises. By some miracle, him, ace, and jimbei escape to Law's ship because hes there and a doctor. He offers to help the three of them.

Neither luffy or jimbei question it. They drop in and jimbei, being the least injured, helps law get them to his operating room. Luffy refuses treatment until Ace is at least stable. Law is not nearly willing enough to put up with luffy but he gets to Ace first anyways. After maybe 10 hours (or more, lets face it ace was a fucking mess) Law emerges and says ace is stable enough to where he wont die on the spot. He cant guarantee his survival though.

Thats enough for luffy. The shock and adrenaline from Iva's devil fruit powers catches up shortly after and he passes out.

When Luffy wakes up, its a few weeks later. Ace is still in a coma, but Law guarantees that Ace is stable enough to live through it. He forces them both in recovery by resting, and Jimbei looks after luffy at the request (orders mostly) or Law.

"No extreme activity, strawhat. I mean it. If you open up your wounds again you will die." Law states plainly.

Luffy still runs away. This time its still the same PTSD flashback but with so much more anger. Ace lived but barely. How is he meant to be the pirate king when he's so weak. Thats when Jimbei steps in just like in the canon storyline, telling him how he's clouded by what he cant do and instead needs to focus on what he can do and who else he has with him. Luffy breaks down then, and jimbei lets luffy hold onto him for comfort. He recognizes that he's just a kid. He's been traumatized so much in only a few months and he's figured his childhood was pretty rough and thats added to it as well.

When jimbei talks with law privately about this, law agrees. Theres not much they can do since they dont know luffy well enough, but they give him space to heal while also making sure luffy doesnt hurt himself. Jimbei is tasked with watching luffy, just as he promised ace he'd do.

So lets fast forward a few more weeks and Ace wakes up. Ace is in a lot of pain. Like, a lot. But he reassures luffy he'll get through this. When luffy tells ace whats been going on, his older brother looks so serious and he hasnt seen that look since they were kids.

"Luffy, promise me one thing," Ace says with a firm tone leaving no room for interruption, "Promise me you'll never, and I mean never, hurt yourself like that again." And when ace finishes talking luffy cries again.

"I will, I will, Im so sorry Ace just please dont leave me-" And ace hugs him as best as he can in his condition. Luffy promises. And now ace can rest easy as an older brother.

When luffy goes with Rayleigh, Ace has to stay with law on the ship because he's unable to be relocated. Luffy only relents when ace promises not to get hurt, and law will take care of him. Law tells luffy that ace still wont be able to move much for a long while, maybe even a year. But luffy is okay with that as long as Ace is alive and well. He'll get stronger so he can protect ace just like how ace protected him.

So the timeskip happens. Law drops ace off with luffy and they board boa hancock's ship to go to sabaody archipelago. The entire sequence with the imposter strawhats is kind of the same except for when ace nearly blows his cover to kick their asses but luffy stops him.

"Theyre not worth your time, ace. Plus, I really want you to meet my nakama!" is what he says after he realizes theyre imposters. Ace is stunned by luffy's rare show of maturity and listens. He still complains, though.

When they arrive at the ship Luffy is thrilled to meet his nakama again and i think it'll be fucking hilarious for them to meet ace because what if the military says ace is dead in the newspapers? I mean, theres no way he survived, right? Luffy just took ace's body to bury it. Thats the story they put in the paper and luffy doesnt correct them.

So, the crew are like "hey luffy whos your friend?" and luffy is like "oh thats my brother!" and ace removes the hood of his disguise to wave.

"WHAT!?!" is all thats heard and chaos breaks out. Because what the fuck? Ace is dead??? Or he was but now hes here???

"Nah, they just wrote that because i shouldnt have survived, but here I am!" Ace replies and laughs at the crew's confused and stunned expressions. So when ace says he's sticking around with them, they just nod. Nobody really protests. Its surprising, but they know Ace would die for luffy and they share that sentiment as well.

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Eddie wakes up with a yell, toppling out of his bed. 

Well, fuck, that was awful , Eddie thinks, and brushes his sweat-soaked hair out of his face.

He knows he doesn't get nearly as many nightmares as the others - he likes to joke that he got them all out of his system during his coma, but to be honest it still doesn't make sense to him, how little it all affects him now. He knows the others reacted so much better to the Upside Down stuff, were so much more put together when shit went down, and yet he's come to expect being woken up from sleeping like a baby to one of his friends falling apart at the other end of a phone line, even months after it’s all over.

Eddie’s eyes dart around his room as his heart refuses to stop hammering. It is all over, right? The others killed Vecna; El on the mental and Nancy on the physical plane, Nancy and Robin even burned the body so there was no chance of an unexpected return. And yeah, okay, Eddie wasn’t there to actually see it, but the bats all dropped dead, one of them right before it was gonna tear out Eddie’s throat - that means it’s over, right?

But for Will it started with the nightmares, before the mindflayer showed up for the first time. Max, too, slept badly when Vecna chose her as his target. What if this is one more of Vecna’s mind games, some kind of prophecy…?

Eddie has to go check. He hastily pulls on a T-Shirt, the plaid pajama pants he always kicks off. He opens the door to the hallway, and nearly has a heart attack when he’s faced with Wayne, hand raised as if to knock; the only reason he doesn’t yell again is because Wayne looks just as startled as he feels. “You… you okay, kid? I heard you yellin’,” Wayne says hesitantly. 

Guilt gnaws at Eddie’s insides. While Eddie doesn’t always feel the effects of his week-long scapegoat hunt and near-death experience, he knows Wayne does - a fairly laissez-faire parent before, he now gets worried if he doesn’t know where Eddie is at any given time, doesn’t like him going alone to places, unexpectedly goes for rusty hugs and awkward shoulder pats like he has to reassure himself Eddie is there , is alright. Not that he says anything; neither of them have ever talked about their feelings much, especially to each other, it’s why they work so well together. Eddie just gets used to leaving sticky-notes on the fridge when he goes out, to telling Wayne his recovery is going so great, actually, he’s practically back to his old strength, and those scars are wicked cool, y’know? And when he’s too tired to lie he locks himself in his room and turns the volume up on his favorite metallica cassette, because “Music Time” is holier than Christmas in their house. (Not that Wayne listens to a lot of music. The radio is usually on in the kitchen, that doesn’t mean anything, but Eddie knows that when Wayne puts his country records on and his hands get too shaky to hold a cigarette, it’s time to get the fuck out for a few hours, because Wayne deserves to think about Vietnam in solitude.)

“Yeah! Yeah? It’s nothing, I’m good. Great even, peachy,” Eddie says, smiling too brightly, and pushes past Wayne in the narrow hallway. “Just need to. Check something.”

He tries not to rush to the living room. It looks untouched, clean; no tear in the ceiling, no mangled body on the floor. Absurdly enough, it makes Eddie feel worse, unease increasing because if Steve isn’t here, how can Eddie be sure he’s alright?

“You sure, Eddie?” Wayne says, following him, and fuck him, he’s using Eddie’s name, not kid or bud or sport - he never uses Eddie’s name unless he’s really serious. “You’ve been all tense since yesterday.”

Eddie isn’t even sure what day it is, how long he slept after spending the rest of Christmas with Wayne. Time has a different meaning when you work night shift, anyways, and Eddie’s always been shit at keeping track. “Yeah, I’m - look, relax, I just. I just.” Shit at keeping track of guests too, shit at keeping track of friends, that’s why Vecna got her in the first place -

Eddie inhales hard, breathes out sharply, can’t feel the oxygen. He needs to find Steve.

“Gotta go,” Eddie presses out, and bolts out the door. 

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Trump Derangement Syndrome?

No

Try Trump Exhaustion Syndrome

I am so tired of experiencing the negative and frustrating presidential campaign of the world’s dumbest and most entitled human being. A campaign of lies, threats and so much stupidity and lack of respect for women, people of color and the LGBTQ+ community who praises Hitler and whines like a little bitch about being so victimized when in the same breath he claims he was the best president in history. The disconnect is so vast it’s alarming. How can anyone so ridiculously clueless think he’s qualified to be president, ESPECIALLY after his last term was a complete failure? You know who thrived during his last term? The very wealthy and the COVID 19 virus which killed a million people all of whom likely would have voted for him if they hadn’t listened to his antivax rhetoric.

I’m just tired of Donald Trump. I’m tired of his constant stream of bullshit and lies, just spouting complete nonsense that just goes toward putting this idiot back in power. If he wins, I shall surely slip into a coma and die. Because I never thought in a million years that I would live long enough to see democracy targeted to be dismantled and replaced with an undemocratic autocratic dictatorship run by himself and the christofascists he appoints to high positions in his cabinet.

He thinks he will be crowned king of America. He bought himself 3 extra justices to go along with the other 3 corrupt justices who will, make no mistake, do everything within their power to overturn a Kamala Harris victory in order to crown him king. If this happens, get out of this country if you are a woman.

I will not sleep well for the next few weeks.