#you know when you come out of a few days feeling deathly sad and you suddenly have all the (emotional. not physical i'm so tired) energy in

[b-blushes]

i suddenly realised that i have nothing in my house that's my alleged favourite colour (a kinda pastel-y lilac-y cornflower blue) and THANK GOODNESS the company i bought my other paint from doesn't seem to have that shade because it would take every ounce of my self restraint to stop myself from ordering it right now

[luveline]

Jade Congrats !!!!! Just yesterday I was thinking about how much I miss vampire Eddie, can I request something w him and shy reader? Maybe when he's feeling like he's dangerous for reader and she has to reassure him that she trust him and adores him <3

tysm lovely! ♡ 1.2k

It physically pains you to call the same person multiple times. Each loop of the trill makes you antsy, eager to shove down the receiver and curl into a sorry, sad ball. You let it ring. When it goes to answer phone, you type in Eddie's number and call again. 

It picks up. Breathless, a little surprised, you ask, "Eddie?" 

"Hey, sweetheart." 

He sounds defeated. You're not perfect with tone but the subtleties of his stick stark like a neon sign. Your boyfriend has bouts of depression that often manifest in a lethargic voice like this. 

"Hi, Eddie. I was just calling to make sure you're home before I come over." Usually, you'd ask, but you don't want him to say no. It feels rude and weird and overbearing, but you know what he's thinking. Leaving your comfort zone for his sake isn't easy, and you do it anyway. "I made you something." 

"Okay. I can't wait to see it… can't wait to see you. Sorry I didn't answer this morning, I was sleeping." 

"That's fine. I'm just happy you're okay, I was worrying about you." 

You pack his gift into a bag with a tupperware of cookies and a thermos of hot chocolate. Eddie's home is close to yours. Within ten minutes you're knocking on his door with wind-bitten cheeks, the September cold nipping your heels. Leaves from the trees in the surrounding woodlands dance crispy at your feet, orange and brown mulch that sticks to your treads. 

Eddie unlocks the door to let you in. You see his hand first, deathly pale, black obsidian rings crowding his fingers where they curl around the door. For a second it's like he's going to turn you away, but he widens the gap and you squeeze inside. 

He forgets whatever's wrong to touch your face. "Hey," he says, his hand slipping to cup under your jaw. 

"Hi. You okay? You look pale." 

"Am I usually more tan?" he asks, dropping his hand. "Fine. Blood sate in a few days. For now I'm eating rare steak and wishing I was dead." 

He's kidding around, but you take his hand and squeeze his cold fingers. 

"You're as cold as me," he says. 

"It's nearly October outside. You'd know if you left the house." 

He hums at your telling off, the two of you toe to toe just behind the front door. He sounds vaguely admonished and more curious, kneading your fingers in his with an unmissable amount of love. "Come on," he says, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, "you need a blanket." 

You take off your shoes and coat, following Eddie through his living room, past the bathroom and into his bedroom. It's immaculately clean for once, but when you left the day before yesterday it was chaos. Something tells you he hasn't been sleeping as much as he claims. 

"What have you been doing in here?" you ask, putting your backpack on the bed. Eddie moves behind you, taller, a sweetheart through and through as he gets his hands on your shoulders and digs his thumbs in lightly. 

"I need to apologise to you," he says. 

"That's a big word." 

"I lied to you earlier, I wasn't sleeping, but I've been thinking… I needed to think." 

Well, what he's saying is nerve-wracking, but his hands aren't telling the same story. He's doing it on purpose for sure. "You don't have to say sorry for wanting time to think. Uh–" 

"Relax," he says. "Please. I just want to talk to you about something. Don't be nervous." 

"I'm constantly nervous." 

"I know." Eddie's hands pause at the space below your shoulder blades. It's strange not to be looking at him. He takes a deep breath. "Is that because of me?" 

You take your thermos out of your bag and turn. His pupils are small as they tend to be before a blood sate, his lips chapped. He starts to look poorly when he's hungry. The cookies and hot drink should help. 

"If it was because of you, how come I was like this before we met?" you ask gently, offering him the thermos.

"Do I make it worse?" 

"Of course you don't." How do you describe it to him? He's handsome and sweet and he makes you feel like you're something special. He's smart. He's fucking funny. Nothing about his demeanour or who he is has ever made you nervous, you've only ever worried you wouldn't measure up. 

It's hard to say out loud. Tentative, you put your hands on his waist. When he lifts his chin, you hug him close, strangely close to tears at the smell of him under your nose. 

"Eds, why would you think that? Have I made you think that?" you murmur.

"You know what I am." He tosses your thermos on the bed to cover your shoulders. 

"Yeah, I do."

"You wouldn't tell me if I scared you–" 

You flinch backward. "You think you scare me?" 

The starts of his eyebrows rise, his little box of wrinkles pinched, and his pupils slowly widening. When he speaks, it's with the practised cadence of a well-worn worry, "I'm not normal. You don't have to pretend that this is normal." 

"It doesn't feel normal to me," you say, placing your hand on his chest, fingertips against his shirt but palm hovering a half inch above. "It just feels like love. I love you, and I trust you. Is that what's worrying you?" 

"No," he says, winded. "I'm worried I'll hurt you. I know you trust me too much, you're," —he takes your face into big hands, kissing you very softly between words— "not the problem." 

You hug again. Cheek to cheek, an arm slung over his shoulder protectively. 

You miss your happy, weirdo boyfriend when he gets like this, but you understand why it happens. You don't resent him, don't mind, really, that he needs to be told these things. You'll be cheesy and soft as long as he needs it. 

"You're not the problem, either. You're a really good guy with a big heart and a propensity for catastrophizing," you say, your voice tipping into a teasing ire that borders theatrical.

He laughs like he was supposed to and steps back. Face I'm his hands, you turn your cheek into his left palm and smile into his syrupy brown eyes. 

"I haven't given you your gift." 

"I love you," he says. Licking his lips, "What gift?" 

You made him a coaster out of air dry clay, black and lacquered with a glaze that gleams like mother of pearl. He reads it and snorts, his top lip peeling back to expose the barest hint of a sharp tooth. "I heart my paranormal boyfriend," he reads, his voice gritty with humour. "Bit on the nose." 

You get a kiss for your efforts, firmer than the one he'd given you minutes before. Eddie's gonna be just fine in a couple of days, but for now you'll stick close. You don't want him getting the wrong idea —he doesn't scare you even slightly. 

[gojoshooter]

Helping you in a panic attack — Gojo Satoru

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Genre : heavy angst, hurt and comfort, sfw, a small millisecond of fluff at last?

A/N : Sorry if someone did this already, but i wanted to write something sad so bad lol.

WARNING : panic attack, self harm, mentions of blood, crying, tears, past abuse & bullying

“This is kinda big for you, huh,” Satoru says, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in front of you and rolling up the sleeves for a better fit.

You're not in the best state, sickness taking a toll on you in the middle of literature class. Satoru blames it all on how poorly you've dressed yourself so he asks for permission to bring you to the bathroom and put some of his.

Your wrists feel cold where he touches and his blue eyes freeze when his fingertips brush over something over your skirt pocket.

It's that bloody pen, the one that—

“Shit,” Satoru mutters.

It has been two years since you last saw them. The reason of your current panic attacks. Two years since your boyfriend reported them to the police for severe bullying case. Although they're gone, they did leave their evil habit to corrode you by yourself, untill you collapse of self deterioration. That is, if your boyfriend wasn't there by your side.

The bathroom's lights are dim but he can faintly make out where your skin is darker under his jacket that he made you wear, like it's bruised. He takes a long breathe. Satoru's fingers tremble as he goes to pull it out of your skirt.

“Stop! ” you shout suddenly, standing bolt upright from the closed toilet seat he made you sit on, eyes wet and unfocused.

He looks at you, and the only word Satoru can think of is broken. He feels protective over you all of a sudden. He's the only one in this world who knows what you've gone through, and there's no way he's not going to do something about it.

“y/n, please,” Satoru says, taking a step towards you. “Let me take that out. It's not good for you-”

“It is,” you're still shouting, voice cracking, taking multiple steps back, as if you're a cornered prey and Satoru is hunting you. “It is, you can't take it, you can't-”

“Give me the pen,” Satoru's chest aches. “Please, pup, you're hurting yourself.”

“I'm not hurting myself, it helps,” comes your croaked voice. You walk back, away from him, and then trip on something, probably the wet floor. You don't even try to get up. Just there, staring up at Satoru with those terrible, glassy eyes. It's coming, your panic attack — you can feel it. You don't want it again.

“You wouldn't understand,” you say like a stubborn kid accusingly. “So- j-just stop trying to act. You don't get, it helps, it's all I have--”

“No, you don't get it,” Satoru voice reaches an octave. There's something telling him he shouldn't be angry, that you're only lashing out because you're desperate, but Satoru is still Satoru. “Its crazy, the way you hurt yourself with that damn pen all day! ” His chest heaves but he needs to say more, finish this once and for all. He sees it, that godforsaken pen clutched like a candy in a kid's hand.

“It's not helping and for god's sake will you take it out and give it to me? ” Satoru's voice echoes in the dimly lit space and that's when he realizes he'd been shouting. Just like your father had been. It's deathly quiet then, just the soft buzz of a few fireflies dancing around the visible light.

He is breathing hard, gulping because he feels like he's choking. You're still on the floor and crying. Satoru did not want this.

You look so lost and pathetic, sitting on the cold bathroom tiles, trembling with suppressed sobs and fingers hooked under the pointed pen you stabbed your wrist with. He looks at you and you look heartbreakingly small. Satoru's anger leaves him in a moment.

“I'm sorry,” the white head says immediately, collapsing to his knees and gathering you into his arms. You don't move, just let your forehead rest on his shoulder like a limp mass and try to breathe.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry, babe,” he swallows, wrapping his arms tighter and feeling like the worst person in the world right now.

You stay there for a long time, minutes or hours or more, pressed against your boyfriend in the biting cold. You wonder how he's still keeping up with you. When you stop shaking, Satoru pulls back slightly to see your face.

You've definitely stopped crying but your eyes are no less of a void than before.

“Hey,” Satoru murmurs, and you lift your head a bit. He removes one arm from around you and places his hand on your cheek, still damp. Only then do you look at him, eyes confused, dazed. Your skin is soft with tears. Satoru feels like he has something incredibly precious in his arms, that's equally fragile.

He uses a thumb to wipe them up, leaning in so that your foreheads touch along with your nose. You blink.

“Let me? ” Satoru asks quietly, his warm palm around the silver metal pen forgotten in your hold. You swallow and nod, eyes still on Satoru's.

He pulls out the pen from your hand and places it behind him on the floor. “You don't need to hurt yourself,” Satoru says. “There are other ways.”

He has no idea whether you hear or even understand him.

“Stay over at mine,” Satoru says. He doesn't ask because he knows you won't answer him.

You both stand up and walk to his house. Your boyfriend holds your hand, which was unresponsive but warm.

When they get inside, Satoru's mom is at the island in the kitchen, leaning against the marble counter, reading something — presumably a philosophy book. She looks up as Satoru enters.

She stops when she notices you behind him, face scrunching into that of worry.

Satoru gives his mom the best 'don't ask' look which she being his mom, understands easily and nods.

“Let's go upstairs,” he tugs on your hand, and you trail behind the boy silently.

When you get into his room, Satoru offers you some of his clothes which you know will literally drown in just by looking at how big they look. He goes to the bathroom while you change, brushing his teeth and preparing for the bed. When he finishes, he comes out to see you standing in the middle of the room, scratching at your wrist. You look really small in his grey t-shirt and he finds the fact so adorable.

“Aren't you going to get into bed? ” Satoru says, and your head snaps up incredulously. Satoru, irrationally, blushes.

Yes, your little relationship hasn't gone much far yet.

“I'll sleep on the couch, don't worry,” he says quickly, nudging his chin at the fold-out he keeps in his room for when Geto & Shoko stay over after playing video games. “it's a pretty comfy couch. Don't have to think about me. And uh.. not that my bed's not comfy, 'cause it is. Everything's comfy.”

He regrets talking too much. Oh how he wishes to learn a technique that can close his big mouth.

He chuckles nervous and awkward and you get into his bed. You pull the covers over yourself, your line of shoulders still tense but he decides he can do nothing about that. He doesn't want to make you feel even more uncomfortable.

“G'night,” Satoru says, and turns off the light. He grabs a pillow and and lies down on the couch, tucking his blanket tightly around himself.

Now he can't really sleep, and judging by your odd breathing, neither can you.

“Satoru? ” You call out of nowhere, and it's so unexpected for him Satoru nearly falls off the side.

“Y-yeah? ” he replies.

Satoru's s heart is close to ripping out of his chest as his throat goes dry simultaneously.

“Do you still care? ” you ask after a pause. He doesn't say anything, so you elaborate for him in a more straight-forward way.

“Do you still like me? ”

“Yes ” he manages. It sounded more like a question, as if he expected you to go somewhere with that. Of course he still likes you, what were you thinking?

Satoru cranes his neck to look at you, whose posture under the covers seems to be more relaxed. He bites his lip on a smile.

A/N : they're still working on it :) feeling down? text me if a talk can help ♡ aaannddd! reblog if you enjoyed this hc! even likes are appreciated ^-^

P.S. : sorry if i did not make it clear what's up with the pen here, she used to stab herself with the pen on her wrist as a coping mechanism for her panic attacks (to ground herself!)

Tags : @luckimoon @ventiisoverparty

[fleouriarts]

time for a jamie and co LORE POST!!!! here's them with their (immediate) families. all the actual lore and such below

JAMIE: only child with a single mom. since furries in this universe can only have kids within their taxonomic families, adoption is really common among smaller families like prionodontidae. however jamie's mom erica really wanted a bio kid, so she ended up marrying another linsang who she liked... well enough, but not that much. they get divorced when jamie's a little kid. she had jamie at an older age; by the time he's in college her markings have already started greying, which is why she looks a little dull next to him. nowadays she works as a teacher and she loves her son vewy much :3

SANTIAGO: santiago is the only one in the main cast with different species parents. cross-species kids are just the species of either parent with a 50/50 chance cus i don't feel like dealing with hybrids... HOWEVER sometimes genetic fuckshit happens. because of said genetic fuckshit, santiago grew to a cow size instead of a sheep size. i couldn't fit all the family relations shit on the actual image but emilio is santiago's OLDER brother (hes 25) but people always assume hes younger because santiago is a giant. magnolia and amapola are twins and both 8. mariana is either a teacher or a librarian (haven't figured it out yet) but she used to paint when she had more free time which is how santiago got interested in painting and eventually went into fine arts. jorge is a plumber and emilio is a graphic designer. santiago is the first in the family to leave their hometown (key west) for a degree (emilio went to a local college) and his mom + sisters were SOOOOOOOOOO SAD so he comes home to visit as often as he can. also since he is in family bovidae he has several cousins/aunts and uncles/etc that are different species. all i know for sure is that one of them lives near jamie and co's college and is some sort of antelope (leaning towards bongo bc i like them). also using this poast to announce that i changed santiagos outfit here is his new cute flowers and bees sweater look

JOHNNY: her family works on a chicken (and other assorted birds) farm, the chickens are for both eggs and meat while the other birds are just for eggs. this is actually a common set-up in the dorian furryverse, it's hard to farm livestock as a carnivore (because all the livestock are deathly afraid of you) so herbivores usually do the job even if they can't actually eat what they farm. johnny's parents are sorta "confused but got the spirit" about her being a butch lesbian. jimmy is an ass about it but he gets better. shoutout to this horse color calculator for helping me figure out which coat colors were plausible for them

NULL: null has an older brother and does not talk to their parents. sakichi is six years older than null and they were never very close; their parents treated sakichi as the "successful" child and null as the "problem" child. they're also quite conservative. null realized they were agender in high school but stayed closeted at home, they planned to come out to their parents immediately once they got to college and were able to support themselves. something happens that instead makes them come out a few days after their graduation and they get kicked out. null doesn't know where to go and ends up living at johnny's farm for the summer before college (sakichi lives far away doing some tech job and so can't take them in). the clantons are basically null's family at this point. once null legally changes their name they remove their last name entirely (it probably says X on their documents just cus there has to be SOMETHING there). sakichi and null see each other very occasionally, and sakichi still talks to their parents, but only when absolutely necessary. it's not malicious, he'd just feel too guilty cutting himself off from them completely

ARGYLE: argyle is an only child with well-off parents, his mom is a lawyer and his dad is a quirky ancient history professor. his parents are like EXTREMELY doting so they were secretly kinda glad that he came back home so they could see him more often. argyle was really scared that they would hate him for going into a less stable field, but his parents love him to death and are ready to support him in whatever. suzanne was probably a nightmare at pta meetings i'll be so real

[jeankluv]

Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: angst, blood, deathly disease (amber lead), law’s past, doffy (again)

Notes: the warning are all for the flashback, the flashback is in iliac form. Enjoy this new chapter and Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it, if you don’t please have a nice evening and take care of yourself ❤️

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Chapter X: 7 days for the trip

The snow fell for days after Law left. You had been happy to see snow for the first time but you had also been extremely sad for not being able to share those moments with Law. It had been over two weeks since Law had left and you hadn't heard from him, Corazon had told you that he was fine and very busy, that's why he hadn't called. You had given him Nami's house phone to give it to Law so you could talk, but during that time the phone never rang.

Now you were in the living room coach reading while having music in the background. Nami had gone out a few minutes ago to run some errands and you had decided to take advantage of that time to read the book she had lent you. You couldn't stop thinking about how lucky you had been to have met the people you had met. You had arrived in that town almost two months ago and everyone had welcomed you with open arms. You wish you could talk to your 16-year-old self and tell her that everything would be okay, that you would find that group of people who would make you feel cared for and loved.

You began to turn the pages, as the minutes passed. Half an hour had passed when a knock on the apartment door brought you out of your reading.

You put the book aside and got up from the couch. You walked to the door and opened it to see Robin, smiling at you.

“Robin!” You smiled widely.

Despite having been with her for a short time, how little you had known her and what others had told you about her, you felt that you could be yourself with her.

“Hello y/n!” She hugged you. “How have you been?”

“Good, please come in.” You stepped aside and let her in. “I thought you weren’t coming until two days.”

“I was able to leave earlier, I had some early classes so there was no problem.” She gave you a sweet smile.

“Oh.” You nodded, she was so elegant and also intelligent.

“Tell me, how is it to live with Nami?”

“It’s really fun.” You said walking towards the kitchen. “I can’t compare her with anyone, this is my first time living with someone else but I’m really having so much.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” She said while grabbing the cup you gave her. “Thank you. Are you excited for the trip?”

“Yep.” You said making a noise in the p. “It would be fun.”

“Is Law coming?” Your heart stopped pumping for a second. Was he? You didn’t think he would, you wished but the chances were really small, hell, he might not even come for Christmas.

“I… I don’t know.” You let out with a sigh.

“You haven’t been able to talk with him?” You shook your head. “Mhm… and Corazon he…?”

“He doesn’t know anything, although I’m eating with him today, so I will try to get some info.”

“That’s good. I hope he comes.” She smiles. “Your whole face lights up when you talk about him.”

“That’s not…” You tried to explain yourself.

“Y/n even Luffy has noticed it.” She winked at you and walked to the living room, leaving you with a red face in the kitchen.

You sighed, you needed to control yourself from turning red or else everyone would notice how into Law you were. You hung out with Robin until it was time for you to meet Corazon for lunch. You said goodbye to Robin and took the bus towards his house and to which for a time where yours was too.

The trip was shorter than you remember and you realized you were already getting out of the bus. You smiled when you saw. Corazon outside of his house playing with Bepo, when he saw you he waved and you did the same. Bepo started running towards you, moving his tail and happily licking your palm.

“Hello Bepo.” You smiled, petting him. “Good boy.” You praised him.”

You walked with him to where Corazon was and he gave you a hug.

“I’m so glad you came. I missed you so much.” He said while still hugging.

“I missed you too. It’s weird not being here.” You sadly smile. “But living with Nami is nice.”

“That’s good…” He looked at you. “Sadly now I need to deal with Mrs.Smith’s grandson.” He sighed.

“The grandson?” You tilted your head.

“Yeah, he came here and is staying for I don’t know how long. But he is…” He sighed again. “Complicated.

“Oh… I thought Mrs. Smith didn’t have a family.”

“She has.”

“So…” You started to think, this was the reason why Mrs. Smith told you to leave?

“Yeah?”

“Mhm?” You came back to reality. “Oh nothing, don’t worry.” You smiled. “Why don’t we go inside and start preparing everything to eat?”

“Yes.” He grabbed your shoulders.

You followed Corazon right to the kitchen, you smiled when you saw that it was a mess. Law was right when he mentioned that he was a disaster in the kitchen and honestly you were no better. You just hoped you didn’t burn the house down during the day. With Corazon, you prepared a simple plate of pasta, fortunately no one was harmed and nothing was burned.

You sat in front of him and finally let out the question you were dying to ask since you stepped out of that bus earlier.

“Do you know anything about Law?” You said poking a macaroni off your plate.

He shook his head. “He hasn’t called, I’m sure he is busy. Don’t worry.”

You bite your inner cheek, you knew Corazon didn’t know the truth and you had the need to tell him. He was his son, he needed to know, but you also thought it wasn’t your place to tell him. But Law could be in danger and he could do something, right?

“Y/n stop thinking so much.” He spoke. “He will be okay.”

“But he…” You stopped talking and looked down to your palms, what could you do?

“I know…” He let out and you looked at him back. “I know the truth and I know he will be alright.”

“You know?” He nodded.

“Yeah, I found out days after Law left.” He sighed. “Found some notes and old bills, I called him after that and he told me everything. He assured me everything was okay and that there was nothing to worry about.” He touched his forehead. “But honestly it makes me so sad that he has been enduring all this on his own. He was just a kid when everything in his life went down and I thought that us moving here was going to give him the peace and calm he deserved.” You saw how he started to get teary. “But I was wrong and my poor boy was still suffering.”

You tried to find the right words but your heart was aching for the thought of Law.

“Did Law tell you I am not his real dad?” You opened your eyes.

“Wait… I thought.”

Corazon shook his head and smiled “I meant Law when he was 10. At the time I was working undercover on my brother's organization.”

Corazon entered the room in silence, his brother was in front and the rest of the family members, like Doflamingo liked to call them were sat around a large table. Corazon walked a few steps when he fell to the ground. He slipped with something or maybe he was just being clumsy as usual. He heard the laughter of the kids, Baby5 and Buffalo.

It was then when he noticed the presence of another kid. He was skinny, really pale and with big big dark circles under his eyes. The kid rolled his eyes when he saw him.

Corazon stood up and sat next to his brother, listening to him talk about how they were going to pass the drugs to a new contact they had in the south. But he couldn’t concentrate, his thoughts were on that kid, why did he end up here? Kids shouldn’t be part of this world.

He learned that the name was Law, Trafalgar Law and was 10 years old.

The days started to pass and he noticed the white spots on the boys body, he quickly figured out what it was. Amber Lead diseas, he heard about it but thought everyone that had it was already dead. His heart attached with the thought of that poor kid losing his family to that deadly illness.

He tried for weeks to make the kid leave, by treating him badly, pushing him away or anything. But he stood there, he seemed not to care at all.

It wasn’t until he heard the kid talking with his brother that the body had lost all hopes and all meaning of life.

“I want to destroy the whole world before dying.” A shiver ran through his body when the 10-year-old boy said those words.

And it hit him, if he didn’t help him, he would become like his brother. Someone full of hate and anger in his heart. He started searching for information about the illness, looking for doctors and leaving his main mission to the side. He knew Sengoku was going to reprimand him but he didn’t care. He needed to help that kid and not let him fall like his brother did.

It had been three months since Corazon met Law when this one stabbed him on the back. But it didn’t hurt. It was not comparable to the pain that poor child was suffering.

Corazon kept researching, while keeping a low profile and continuing his mission. It wasn’t until he heard Law’s full name that he knew the mission needed to be left aside and get that kid to safety as soon as he could.

Trafalgar D. Water Law. The D. That letter his brother despised so much.

He took Law out of there and once they were far away from the other two kids, he talked to him.

Law was left speechless, that man could talk? Doflamingo said he couldn’t, not after the trauma he suffered.

“You have been lying.” He said.

Corazon sighed. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you leave my brother’s side or he will kill you once he finds out about the D in your name.” Law raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t care.” Law said, not showing a sign of emotion. “I will be dead before I turn 13.”

Corazon bite his inner cheek. There was a possibility of saving him, but that meant leaving the mission aside and probably losing everything he earned during his time in the academy.

But he couldn’t care less. He needed to save Law from his cracked date and from becoming a monster like his brother. He knew there was good on that kid and he was not going to give up on it.

“You are coming with me.” Law was small and very light, so it wasn’t difficult for Corazon to carry him and start walking away from that “family”.

“Wait, what?!” Law shouted and started to move, trying to break free. “Where are we going?”

“I think there might be a cure for your illness and I’m going to save you.”

The journey began but Corazon did not expect to encounter obstacles so soon. The doctor he was looking for apparently no longer worked at that hospital, but he was now at another one. When he tried to get the doctors there to see Law, they simply screamed in terror. Causing Law to run away from the apology. Corazon felt his body burn with fury when he saw that poor Law had walked out of there like that.

The days turned into weeks, in each hospital always the same reaction, no one wanted to treat him. Weeks turned into months and Law started to get worse, his skin was even paler and he had lost a lot of weight.

“We will be staying here for a couple of days.” Corazon whispered while he was carrying Law, who was almost asleep. “See if your fever lowers a little bit.” And he put him on the bed.

“I will die soon.” Law whispered.

Law fell asleep minutes after that and Corazon drowned his sorrows in the cheap alcohol of that motel while he looked at the moon and cried because he couldn't do anything for that child.

“Law…” He touched his cheek. “You’re still a rude little boy. And hearing you say “I will die soon” is…” He took a deep breath, trying not to cry so much. “… heartbreaking.” He let out, whipping away the tears that were rolling down his face. “You… stabbed me that day… but it didn’t hurt at all. I know you were the one that was in pain.” Corazon couldn’t stop crying at that moment and walked away, not knowing that Law heard everything and also started crying.

Corazon was woken up by Law’s voice calling.

“Cora-San.” The young kid said. “We should go and eat some breakfast.”

Corazon scratched his eyes, had he heard correctly? “Did you just… call me Cora-San?” Law shrugged and Corazon smiled as she picked him up and laughed.

“Put me down!” Law shouted. “Or I will call you Corazon once again.”

“Alright, alright.” He said laughing. “You feeling better?” He touched his forehead slightly to make sure the fever was over.

Law nodded and they both went to the hotel cafeteria for breakfast. While Law finished breakfast, Corazon made a couple of calls. He knew that Law didn't have long left, but he believed that the information he had obtained this time was correct and would lead them to that doctor.

They traveled hundreds of thousands of kilometers until they finally reached a village in the mountains, where there were barely a hundred inhabitants. The surprise came when Corazon found out that that famous doctor lived even more isolated, in the forest to be more exact, and that most people considered him crazy.

Corazon put those ideas out of his head and with Law in tow he left for that place that the villagers had indicated him. The journey was hard, due to the thick snow that made him sink under his feet and the cold that hammered his bones. Law was fast asleep on his back, his fever had returned and he barely had any strength.

But finally, as the last ray of day faded, they reached the little cabin. Corazon staggered and knocked lightly on the door, barely having any strength left to stand. He heard some murmurings inside and when they opened the door, he could see the figure of a man with a big hat.

Before fading right there, Corazon said. “Please help him…” And everything went dark.

When Corazon came back, he could feel heat and the smell of food. He opened his eyes to see an older woman sitting reading a book. She looked at him and put the book next to her.

“If you are going to stand up, do it calmly. I don’t want to carry your two meters tall body again.” Corazon did as she told him. “I’m Kureha.” She said crossing her legs.

“Rosinante.” He said, touching his head. “But everyone knows me as Corazon.”

She nodded. “So the kid wasn’t lying when he said your name was Corazon.” Corazon opened his eyes.

“Law! Where is he?”

“He is alright, he will be alright.” Corazon felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. “Hiriluk is taking care of him.”

“Thank god.” He sighed in relief.

“We were surprised when we saw he had the Amber Lead disease, though everyone died from it. At least that’s what the government made us believe.” She took a bottle of wine for the shelf and started drinking it.

“He is the only survivor.”

“Well it’s a good thing you brought him on time.” A man spoke, Corazon looked at him, he guessed he was the man that the lady mentioned. “He will be alright, but you will need to stay here for a bit before leaving.” Corazon nodded. “I want to make sure his liver expels all the lead from him.”

“Sure… How much I need to…” Corazon stood up.

“If you think I’m going to let you pay me something, you are wrong.” He sat beside the lady, who was still drinking. “I’m a doctor, I’m here to help people.” He then looked at Corazon. “I’m also a father and I know what it is to see your kid suffering and to be desperate to help them. So now focus on resting and everything will be better.”

Corazon nodded and walked to the room where Law was asleep. He sat next to him and in silence he watched him peacefully rest. Maybe he was going to be able to have a peaceful life after all.

Five weeks passed since they arrived at the cabin. Law had gained weight and little by little the white spots on his skin had begun to disappear, although he continued to spend his days in bed, mostly reading or playing with Hiriluk's son, named Chopper. He was only four years old but he liked to play doctor with Law and Law would occasionally read him a medical book that Hiriluk had lying around, even though Chopper didn't understand what Law was reading to him. That day Corazon went down to town, he had to do some shopping, Hiriluk was already doing enough for them, other than being the one who went up and down to buy provisions.

Corazon started going through the forest once he bought everything he needed for the house.

“Brother.” He heard.

His blood froze when he heard that voice, how was it possible? It couldn't be that he was here, it couldn't be. He had to keep pretending, keep making him believe he was on his side and keep him away from Law.

“Stop pretending my dear brother.” He spoke again.

Corazon turned around and looked at him, he was there standing,with a gun in his hand. That was his end, his brother knew everything and like he did with his father he was going to kill him, in that place.

“How?” He whispered.

“Nothing escapes from me, my dear brother.” He smirked. “You thought you could fool me? Mhm you were wrong.”

Corazon frowned and gritted his teeth. “Leave and you will never see me again, I won’t even sell your information to anyone. But go away.”

Doflamingo shook his head. “Where is Law?”

“Leave him alone.”

“I need the kid. Now tell me where is he.”

“Leave him. He is far away from here, you can’t catch him anymore.” Corazon shouted. “Now he is free!”

And then Corazon felt it, like the bullet passed through him, first one and then another and another. The snow around him began to turn crimson and his brother's footsteps began to move away, not only from him but also from the cabin where Law was. He smiled because if he died at least he knew Law would be okay, he could have a peaceful life and he could grow up. Everything would be fine.

“Fortunately I was found by Kureha and I survived.” Corazon sighed. “Then we moved here, Kureha worked some years ago at the local hospital and said it was a peaceful place where my brother wouldn’t find us.” He looked at you. “Don’t cry, it’s all in the past.”

You scrunched your nose and took the handkerchief Corazon handed you. “It hurts me to think that you and Law had to go through all that. Law was so little…” You cried again. “I'm so glad you were there for him and… that you survived that.” Corazon smiled at you and shook his head. “But… Law is with him now, what if…”

“Law is intelligent, he knows what to do and I believe in him. He will come back to us.” He gave you a smile with which you could feel immense relief. Corazon trusts Law and you should do the same too.

“Thank you for telling me this.”

“You’re important to Law, you deserve to know.” And you smiled.

After you calmed down a bit and became calmer, you finished eating and helped Corazon pick up and wash everything. By the time you realized it, the sun was already setting.

You went down the stairs from the porch of Corazon's house, you were still thinking about everything the two of you had talked about. Your heart was still agitated by all the new information. You were walking with Corazon heading towards his car, when you heard a door open, you knew that noise, it was the door of the house where you had been staying. You heard Corazon turn and greet the person leaving the house, Mrs. Smith's grandson you assumed.

Your eyes searched for the figure of the person who now occupied the place where you had been staying weeks ago. You felt the food you had just eaten rise to your mouth and the desire to vomit took over you, when you saw the person's face.

Eustass Kidd

Final note: no Law in this chapter but we got Law’s and Corazon’s past, the backstory is similar to the canon story but making a few changes, bc obviously I couldn’t introduce devil fruits in a modern fanfic, so decided to include Hiriluk and Kureha as part of Law’s and Corazon’s backstory. Also a bit of a cliffhanger with that ending. I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know in comments what you thought about it 🫶

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[salty-autistic-writer]

Whumptober Day 2: Survivor's Guilt

Title: Signs of a Bad Day (AO3)

Summary: Tommy has a bad day and isolates himself. A worried Buck sends Eddie to check on him.

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Eddie has to knock three times.

When Tommy opens, his widening eyes and frown indicate he’s been expecting someone else. “What are you doing here?” He asks, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. He keeps the door halfway closed. Like he doesn’t want Eddie to see what’s hidden behind it.

“Buck sent me,” Eddie says. To check on you, he doesn’t add.

“Of course he did,” Tommy mutters. He hesitates, his eyes barely meeting Eddie’s. “Listen. I’m … I don’t know what he told you. But I’m not good company right now.”

“He told me enough,” Eddie says, raising the six-pack he’s holding in his right hand. “I brought beer.”

Tommy sighs in defeat and finally opens the door fully. “Well. Come in then. Gotta warn you though. It’s a mess in here.”

He walks in, scratching the back of his head. Eddie follows cautiously. And decides that he’s seen worse. He walks around two empty pizza boxes and a dozen crumpled tissues. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches glittering shards on the kitchen floor. From a broken glass, probably. There is an unsteady heap of dirty dishes in the sink. A row of empty water bottles on the table. A blanket half on the couch and half on the floor.

Eddie recognizes the well-familiar signs of a bad day.

Tommy sits on the couch, wringing his hands. “I don't want to hurt him. Don't want him to think I don’t want to see him either. I just … I don't want to be too much, you know?”

I know. Eddie nods. He hands Tommy a beer before he sits on the chair opposite the couch. “He’s going to be alright. Buck is smart. And not easy to get rid of.”

Tommy chuckles half-heartedly. “Yeah. That’s true. He … He’s very important to me.”

“I know,” Eddie says, taking a sip of his beer. “So. Bad day, huh?”

Tommy nods and swallows. “Today is the day my friend died. My … my friend from the army. It happened many years ago. But I remember as if it was yesterday. I see it happen again and again. Right in front of my eyes.”

He pauses, taking a few deep breaths. Eddie waits patiently, realizing this is about survivor guilt and feeling a phantom echo of his own.

“He was sitting beside me in the helicopter when things went to shit,” Tommy continues hoarsely. “He got shot. I got shot too. But not as bad as him. He was bleeding out but still told me not to worry and just focus on getting the chopper down. Which I did. I landed it in the desert and backup was quick. But not quick enough to … to save him. He just sat there, with his eyes open and still looking at me.”

Tommy shudders visibly, gripping his bottle so tightly that his knuckles turn white.

Eddie’s throat clenches. “I’m sorry.” Memories rise up to the surface of his mind … Shots being fired. Invisible and deathly. The helicopter shaking and tilting. Screams and curses. Night's darkness being lit up by flames. Slick blood on his hands.

“I saw him in front of me while I was recovering,” Tommy says, looking at Eddie grimly. “And I couldn’t stop thinking. Couldn’t stop wondering. Why did it have to be him? Why not me? He had a family. He had a wife who loved him. Kids who were waiting for him to come home. And I … I had no one.”

Eddie shakes his head. “You can’t think like that, man. Your friend wouldn’t have wanted you to die. You know that.”

Tommy grits his jaw. He takes a sip of his beer. Then, he looks at Eddie and asks, “You want to know the worst thing? The reason why I couldn’t - can't - talk to Evan right now?”

“Tell me,” Eddie says. Because in some way, he already knows …

“Sometimes I still think it should have been me,” Tommy blurts. He looks both shocked and relieved. “Sometimes, I think I don’t deserve to live. And I can’t … I don’t want him to know. Because he would hate that. It would make him so sad. And I don’t want him to be sad. I … God. What’s wrong with me?!” He makes a desperate noise between a hysterical laugh and a sob, bending forward and hiding his face in his free hand.

Eddie leans forward until he can put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “You love him, man. He loves you back though. So you have to accept at some point, that you have to share the good and the bad times. Let him be there for you just like you want to be there for him. You should call him.”

Tommy looks up at him with hope in his eyes. “You think so?”

“Yeah. Call him,” Eddie repeats.

“Okay,” Tommy mutters, rubbing a hand over his mouth. He sighs, glancing around, eyes getting stuck on the shards on the floor. “I should clean this up first though.”

Eddie knows that too. Displacement activity. The urge to seek distraction from a difficult emotional task. He shakes his head. “No. I will take care of that. You call him right now, okay?”

“I … alright.” Tommy looks at his phone, then back at Eddie. “Thank you.”

Eddie smiles. “Sure, man. That’s what friends are for.”

Tommy returns the smile, but quickly says, “I’m sorry if this triggered you. You can talk to me too. About, you know …”

“I might,” Eddie says. And he means it. Because Tommy is the first friend he has who can understand what Eddie’s been through. But not today. Today, he’s helping his friends. Today, he’s not feeling the ache and the hollowness as much. But yes. He has his own bad days. And it’s good to know he has someone who knows what they look like.

“Call him,” he tells Tommy sternly, getting up from the couch and fetching a shovel for the shards. A few seconds later, he hears Tommy say, “Hey, Evan”, and smiles.

Mission accomplished.

[giggleeclown]

I’m really good with anything. I saw you mentioning there is not enough stuff for pap so fire away!

A set of lee, ler and switch Papyrus drawing and fanfiction prompts under the cut!

Oh you have unleashed the flame

I’ll give you a lil of everything so you have options, hehehe. (And if anyone else wants to give these ideas a shot, to write or to draw, go ahead! I probably won’t write these. Just please credit me if you do anything with these prompts!)

Lee!Papyrus Prompts:

(Someone of your choice) wants to ‘test something’ on papyrus. So he, gullibly and eagerly, holds still and allows them to.

Sans wonders if after all these years Pap is still ticklish. He has a plan to catch him off guard.

During Papyrus’ first cooking lesson with Toriel, he seems to be taking it too seriously and gets discouraged and stressed. Luckily, Toriel knows how to show him that cooking can be a lighthearted, non-stress hobby.

Sans has a stressful day, and Papyrus’ laugh improves his mood. He decides to use him as a stress toy.

On the surface, Papyrus experiences a thunderstorm for the first time, and is deathly terrified. Frisk shows him there’s nothing to worry about with a few tickles.

(Someone of your choice that isn’t sans) touches Papyrus’ exposed spine, curious of how the bones feel. His squeak raises some questions.

Frisk wants to show Papyrus their special attack.

Sans discovers that Papyrus makes funny noises when he’s tickled for long periods of time, such as snorts, squeaks, screeches and others. They cause him to laugh, too, so both of them are laughing happily.

Papyrus has the hiccups. (Someone of your choice) knows how to get them to stop.

Papyrus claims he’s too old for a bedtime story to try to be tougher. (He’s determined to be tougher to join the royal guard.) Sans takes this as an opportunity to mess with him and ‘cries’ into his shoulder that ‘he’s sad that he’s not his little brother anymore’ (just makes goofy sobbing noises and nuzzles his face into his shoulder and neck) until Papyrus admits he’s wanted a story the whole time

Papyrus detests that Sans calls him a goofball in front of their friends. Sans wants to prove to them how dorky his little brother is.

Papyrus is crying in his room, secretly thinking he’s a failure. Sans comes in to comfort him and cheer him up.

Child!Papyrus falls down and gets hurt. He begins to cry, but Child!Sans hates to see him cry and quickly tickles him to get him to laugh instead and forget the pain.

For once, Papyrus has a nightmare where he loses Sans. He needs physical comfort from his brother, but Sans takes it to another level.

Child!Papyrus is eager for Santa to come, and won’t go to sleep. (Older Child, maybe Teenage?) Sans has to get him to sleep somehow.

Papyrus comments on how fluffy and soft Toriel’s fur is after a good hug. Toriel can’t resist.

Frisk gets a random call from papyrus. Turns out he accidentally called them while in a tussle with Undyne. Frisk hears him get the hell tickled out of him. Papyrus realizes all too late that frisk has been listening in.

Undyne sneak attack tickles Papyrus in public, leading to embarrassment.

(Character(s) of your choice) find out how badly tickle teases and baby talk make Papyrus falter.

Sans remembers fondly of how he used to make Papyrus anticipate his tickles. It still works.

After all these years, papyrus is still scared of the tickle monster.

Papyrus gets raspberries from someone who isn’t sans (has lips and lungs) and realizes how different it feels. He goes into hysterics.

Sans can’t resist the fact that his goofy brother fell asleep with one arm over his head. He tickles him in his sleep and melts over his sleep-giggles.

Ler!Papyrus Prompts:

Sans reminisces on how Papyrus used to be smaller than Frisk. Papyrus becomes irritated and lifts Sans up, tickling him in mid air.

Papyrus loves to squeeze the squishy, ticklish human!

Sans wants to go out to Grillby’s. Papyrus has his ways of getting sans to stay home and eat with him.

Sans is having a nightmare. Papyrus gently tickles him in his sleep to make him calm down.

Papyrus is a hungry tickle monster. Frisk had better watch out!

Frisk is curious of how sans and papyrus can breathe air despite not having lungs. Papyrus eagerly shows them through raspberries.

Papyrus is curious of the human’s appendages that he doesn’t have. (Ears, stomach, cheeks). He decides to investigate.

Papyrus just wants to hear his brother laugh.

Undyne needs a good reason as to why she should let papyrus join the royal guard. He has a convincing strategy.

Papyrus is on a ticklish rampage, wanting to ‘spar’ his friends with tickles. (Lee(s) of your choice)

Sans won’t help and do housework with papyrus, so he’ll just have to make him.

(Character of your choice) is on the verge of tears. Luckily, the great papyrus is a master at comfort!

Sans is falling asleep at his sentry station… what better way to wake someone up than to give them a few tickles?

(Character of your choice) realizes Papyrus’ scarf tickles their neck when he hugs them. That gives Papyrus inspiration.

(Character of your choice) starts a tickle fight with papyrus. When he takes his gloves off.. they know he means business and is determined to win.

Papyrus discovers Undyne is ticklish. She can’t summon her green attack (or about 100 spears) fast enough.

Papyrus chases a very eager and very ticklish frisk on a high speed chase around the house!

Undyne has a sore spot on the back of her neck from training. Papyrus offers to (platonically) massage it out for her. He soon realizes the reason for her squirming.

Papyrus has a feather duster that was used to clean Sans’ dusty room one second… and used to clean Sans the next.

Sans, frisk and Papyrus all compare hand sizes. The fact that Papyrus’ are so much larger gives him an idea.

Frisk is crying, which causes papyrus to lift them up and comfort them. After they’ve calmed, their vulnerable position gives papyrus an idea.

Sans is asleep, papyrus gets a childish sense of mischief, deciding to sneak attack his brother with a raspberry through his shirt. His belly laughs are so worth it, even if sans gets a little annoyed.

Teen!Sans has a birthday present for Child!Papyrus. The little guy won’t back down until sans lets him open it early.

An annoyed Papyrus prods at a very drunk Sans in Grillby’s, not expecting him to be ticklish there. Sans becomes giggly, accidentally causing a scene.

Switch!Papyrus Prompts (more than one lee/ler)

Sans and Papyrus go to a human doctor for the first time. They didn’t expect check ups to tickle so much!

Asgore is trimming that hedge in the shape of Papyrus’ smile… but needs him to model and hold still. Sans just happens to stroll by… and make that very difficult. Papyrus gets distracted… and eventually retaliates on sans, forgetting about the hedge. Asgore has to break them both up in the tickliest way possible.

Sans is bored while Papyrus is watching MTT, and so he begins to crack jokes during the commercial break to annoy his little brother. Annoyed, Papyrus tickles Sans until the commercials are over. But the moment the show comes back on, Sans lunges at Papyrus. Soon, the show is long forgotten.

Neither Sans or Papyrus are tired one night. Sans, feeling mischevious, begins to tickle Papyrus’ neck. It eventually devolves into them chasing each other around the house, taking each other to the ground with tickles.

Papyrus and Sans do the ‘try not to laugh’ competition.

At a sleepover between Papyrus and (character(s) of your choice), tickle antics unfold.

Frisk is confused about Papyrus’ bones, Papyrus is confused about Frisk’s skin. Antics ensue.

That annoying dog, always getting into the brothers’ house!

Sans picks on Papyrus for his squeal, Papyrus picks on Sans for his snort.

Undyne and Papyrus’ once tactical but playful spar slowly devolves into a very determined tickle fight.

Papyrus wants to find Frisk’s tickle spots, but frisk is just as curious, and eventually retaliates.

I’ll probably add to this, but there are these for now! Feel free to do with this prompt list what you please, just please credit me! 💕

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

My friend directed me to this wonderful place and I’d like to ask if you could do some Rocky and Mordecai x reader headcanons with a dying s/o? I know it’s sad but angst is my drug

Pour one out for the most addictive yet least damaging drug in existence.

(Since you said “and” I’m operating under the impression that this is a poly relationship. If that was the intention than major power to you, your stoic ace bf and your mad noodle bf CW for obvious death mention and Google Translate use. Also, they’re a gender-neutral reader. If more is wanted for a specific gender, feel free to ask!)

It wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe you drank too much and got behind the wheel of a car when you should’ve asked for a ride, maybe someone else drank too much and chanced things, maybe someone pulled a gun, maybe you’re just really unlucky and wound up deathly ill. In any case, you’re bedridden and likely not going to leave it again–at least not alive.

Mordecai was the first to find out about what happened to you. Either because you yourself told him or someone else did. Either way, he drops whatever he was doing and runs to find you as fast as possible.

He still tries to stay composed, but there’s an obvious edge to his voice that’s hard to ignore. Other cats mistake it as hatred or distain, but you know him well enough to hear it for what it actually is: fear.

He’s afraid of losing someone emotionally close to him. It’s not easy to break down his boundaries to that extent, you have and now you’re leaving. How dare you.

Rocky was next. Either someone at Lackadaisy lets it slip or someone at the hospital tells him more personally. Either way, it wipes the near-constant manic smile off his face and he practically breaks into the place just to see you.

So Mordecai is snapping at those around him and Rocky has latched on to your hand, refusing to let go. Time alone with them isn’t an option at the moment, so the nurses have to deal with a bristling Tuxedo cat who likely smells like blood and a tabby barely holding it together enough to say a few words.

Needless to say, the first day is awful. You’re in pain, Rocky’s holding your hand too tightly and Mordecai refuses to touch you but looks like he wants to. Neither of them calm down until visiting hours end–though Rocky makes it clear he’ll have to be forced away from you. Mordecai presses a kiss to your forehead and practically picks up your noodlier boyfriend to drag him out the door.

The next day, they’re a little bit calmer. It’s hard to see Rocky look so melancholy and angry at the world, but Mordecai looks more or less like his old self. They both sit by your bedside for a while to talk about things–your last will and testament, where to go from here, what to do with your things.

Well–Mordecai talks about those things. Rocky’s grabbed on to your hand again and leans into your touch when you pet him, careful to avoid the scar on his head. The only thing none of you bring up is the question that hangs unspoken in the air: how long you have left to live.

Eventually, however, they have to go. Rocky reluctantly pries himself away from you and heads out the door first; yet you grab Mordecai’s wrist before he can follow him.

His green eyes are clouded still with fear and it almost chokes the next words before you can force them out of your throat. You’re scared too. You don’t want to die any more than they want you to.

Rocky gets the okay from Mitzi to spend another little while with you and they both alternate between who keeps watch over you: holding you when you cry, helping you eat if they need to, recounting happier stories just to hear your laugh one more time.

The Savoys send a message that they’re going to miss the “jolie petite bombe” of Mordecai’s and that they’re going to take care of him for you.

Some of the Lackadaisy band members awkwardly come to visit if they can, either to talk or just to bluntly say goodbye. Zib himself is a no-show, though JJ says it’s less because he doesn’t care and more because he can’t stand to see a dying cat in person.

You live to see Mordecai distance himself from Rocky, the latter close the gap (somehow) and the two of them agree to stay together. You can go in peace, knowing that your idiot boyfriend has a grounding force and your closed-off lover has someone he can still willingly open up to (fuck knows the Savoys try, but they might as well be taking a crowbar to a welded-shut door with their attempts).

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to the very lovely friends who have relentlessly sifted through tumblr archives to recover them, thank you all so much!! ♡

WARNING: spoilers for end of Deathly Hallows Part II, and also some HEAVY angst in this one

Glass Heart

George’s tired eyes turn to the window, finally seeing the sunlight he had restlessly been waiting for. Sitting up and bed and swinging his legs over the side, George sighs, hanging his head and closing his eyes. He wishes more than anything that he could allow himself to sleep, but he knows what will greet him if he does, and he cant face it, not yet.

Strolling down the hallway, George’s footsteps echo down the eerily quiet flat, setting his teeth on edge. He catches sight of the envelope that he left on the table yesterday. He recognises the handwriting on the front as that of his mother’s, and he knows that it’s a Howler of some kind. Judging by the fact it hasnt exploded, it isnt an angry one, which disappoints George a little. All night he was waiting for that explosion of his mother’s voice, the anger that he would love to hear in response to the pranks that filled his childhood. He’d choose to hear that over his mother’s sadness any day, and due to this Howler not revealing itself as Howler’s typically do, George worries that his mother’s sadness is exactly what is concealed in the envelope.

Unfortunately for George, his selfless love for his family gets the better of him, overtaking his own grief and anguish in order to hear his mother’s words and try to help in whatever way he can. Popping open the seal, George drops the envelope back on the table and leans against the wall, knowing there’s no way he can prepare himself for whatever he’s about to hear.

“Hello George, dear.”

The gaping hole in his heart aches at the softness in his mother’s voice, tears already stinging his eyes.

“I worry about you, up in that flat. Will you come home soon? We miss you terribly, your father and I…it isnt easy, for any of us, but with you not here, it almost feels like-“

His mother is too broken to utter the words that George knows she wants to say. With him not there, it feels like she’s lost both him and Fred.

“(Y/N) misses you terribly, too, you know.”

She changes the subject, the mention of you lifting her spirits even now. You were still back at the Burrow, where you had spent most of your life thus far. That first year at the train station, your muggle parents happened to ask the Weasley’s for help crossing onto the platform that they’d previously denied the mere existence of. Your parents both worked overseas, so even if you hadnt ended up as a witch, you would have been sent to a boarding school of some kind. When the Weasley twins returned home from their first year at Hogwarts to tell their parents all about what a wonderful friend you were to them, and explained that you wouldnt really have a home to go to, they were more than happy to have you stay with them, and you did. On occasion, your parents were home long enough to spend a few days with you, but for the most part, you were the Weasley’s plus one, and you couldnt have been happier.

“Ever since you moved out, she’s been quieter. She wears that old jumper of yours everyday, I have to sneak into her room just to clean it when she’s not home!”

George’s mother laughs, and the sound brings a smile to his face, despite the tears rolling down his cheeks. He didnt know you were still wearing that jumper he gave you after your fourth year. Well, technically he didnt give it to you; Molly accidentally placed it in your laundry pile and when you tried it on, George told you to keep it because it looked better on you anyway.

He last saw you on the worst day of his life, but before that, it had been months since he’d laid eyes on you. Having already moved out of his family home by the time the whole world started to change, he only heard about what had happened to you through what his family told him. Apparently, you’d gone into hiding with your muggle parents, because they were always travelling from place to place and with their absence in your life, nobody working for the dark lord would ever think to look for them. Still, you sent coded letters to the Weasley family by owl whenever you could, wishing them all safety and telling them not to worry about you.

Seeing you that day, running straight for him and stupifying anyone who got in your way, George remembers the feeling of his heart getting caught in his throat. Wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground, clinging to each other like it was the last chance you’d ever get to do so, because you didnt know if it would be. Neither of you spoke a word, there wasnt time, in seconds you were placed on the ground and standing back to back, fighting evil from two fronts. He remembers his heart pounding in his chest in the aftermath of holding you close, feeling like he could win the battle singlehandedly because he knew you were safe. That heart is long gone now.

“She’s quieter now…we all are. Your father and I arent sleeping well, and so many nights I’ve walked by her door, hearing her crying, and when I go to check on her, she’s sleeping.”

Fresh, invisible wounds tear through George as he relives all the times he’s heard you cry. In your first year, when you found out your parents wouldnt be able to afford taking time off for Christmas, and Fred and George had to beg their mother to let them stay at Hogwarts with you while they went away to Romania. In your second year, when you were scared that your muggle blood would get you killed in the Chamber of Secrets, and George kept you safe. In your fourth year, when you came up with a cover story to get Fred and George out of trouble and Umbridge forced you to write with a quill that carved the words “I must not lie and think it is brave”, and George very nearly stormed into Umbridge’s office to destroy her, but you clinging to him as you cried held him back. In your seventh year, when Fred and George left Hogwarts to open their shop, and moved out of their family home to live in the flat above it; you cried your eyes out and told George that you loved him, but there wasnt time to explain what that meant. And finally, on the worst day of his life, when you screamed and sobbed beside what was left of Fred.

“She dreams about what we’re afraid to dream about, dear, and she needs you, just as much as you need her.”

If his mother had said such a thing at any other time, George would have disagreed. Before, there was never time to explore whatever it was between you and him. The twins were always off planning new pranks and inventions, and while sometimes you were their accomplice, there was never a moment long enough for you and George to just talk. Every time the twins were around, it was like you were living life at a higher speed, everything happened so fast and it only slowed down when they were gone. They were a force to be reckoned with, and you adored them for that. It was only when George told you about their plans to leave Hogwarts that things really set in for you. Like the Hogwarts train had hit you at full speed, you realised that you had wasted every moment with him, and although those moments had been fun, they could have been so much more, and then he was gone, just like that.

Before, George would have agreed that he was always too busy, too excited about whatever was coming next for him and Fred. His world had slowed down to a speed he didnt like, ever since his other half had gone, just like that.

“I think it would be good for both of you if (Y/N) came to live with you, she’d liven up the flat a bit. Maybe she could even help out with the shop someday! You need her, George.”

He can tell by her voice that Molly Weasley has never been more sure of anything in her life, and George isnt in any position to challenge her on that. Soon enough, he finds himself showered, dressed, and lifting his wand. By no means does he think he’s ready to accept help from anyone, but he will do anything to get out of that flat, and regardless of what his mother really means, he knows that she’s right. He needs you.

Apparating outside the Burrow, George feels miserable. His family home is still in the process of being rebuilt after the war, and seeing it barely standing is almost enough to make him want to turn back, until he hears laughter. From the other side of the front door, George can hear his mother and father actually laughing. It has been months since he’s visited home, and that sound was a forgotten memory even then. Gently pushing the door open so as to cause as little disruption as possible, George steps into his family home. He’s immediately greeted by the sight of you teaching his mother a silly dance in the kitchen, while his father watches, and all of you laugh together. You’re wearing an apron over the jumper George gave you, and splatters of countless ingredients cover it, as well as stain your face in places, but George swears you have never looked more beautiful. The sound of the door closing brings three pairs of eyes to him, and the laughter stops quite suddenly.

Before he even has time to register what’s happening, George is in the arms of his mother, who still manages to hold him even when he’s so much taller than her. His father hugs him next, as tearful as his mother as they embrace the son they were beginning to worry they would lose to grief. Neither of them say anything, they’re too shocked to speak, and they move to stand either side of George so that he can see you.

With Ron living with Hermione, and Ginny living with Harry, it would make sense for you to go and find a place of your own, fly the nest like the rest of them. But you stayed, to care for the people that had cared for you when you needed them, to help them feel a little less lonely.

And there you stand, your hands covering your mouth as tears blur the perfect image of George Weasley standing before you. The first genuine smile he has felt in months wobbles on his face as he stares at you, and unlike the last time you saw him, you dont run at him. You take one careful, unsteady step, and then he strides over to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest.

“Missed you, Georgie.” Your shaky voice reaches his ears, and he feels the shattered fragments of his heart tremble, the fight to bring themselves back together reigniting.

“Missed you too, sweetheart.” George sniffles, and you feel your own fractured heart clench at his words.

Sweetheart, that was something he first called you in your second year, when you were crying in fear of being killed for being muggle born. George had pulled you into his arms and told you “I wont let anything happen to you, sweetheart, promise”, and ever since, he has been your safe place. Every single time he was there when you needed him after that, that is what he would call you.

“What are you doing here?” You question, pulling away from him to wipe your eyes.

Obviously, you’re ecstatic to see him, but if he’s just dropping by to pick something up and leave again, you dont want to get your hopes up.

“I was wondering if you’d like to…move in, with me. Maybe help with the shop, if you’re up to it. Supposed to be a two-person place, after all.” George had planned to chuckle as he said that, but the weight of his own words cause a lump to form in his throat instead, and he can no longer hold your gaze.

He doesnt see the way you cast a worried glance to Molly and Arthur, who both shake their heads and smile at you encouragingly, assuring you they’ll be fine if you choose to go. And he doesnt see the way you look up at him, staring into the anguish that sits deep behind his sad, sad eyes, that are too scared to meet yours.

“It would be my honour, Georgie.” You tell him, causing his head to snap back down to read your face, checking for any sign of doubt, and when he cant find any, he smiles, and you smile right back.

“But first, have you had breakfast? I was just making some.” You gesture to your dirty apron, which has consequently smeared George’s clothes with some stains as a result of the hug you shared.

“I havent eaten, no.” He admits sheepishly, knowing before he’s even finished his sentence that you’re going to give him a disapproving look, and you dont disappoint.

“Well, that’s one thing we’re gonna have to sort out when I go back with you: regular meal times! Routines are important-“ You begin, but George cuts you off by rolling his eyes playfully.

“-because they help make everything feel more manageable, I know.” He finishes your sentence, having heard that phrase from you a thousand times. Glancing at his parents, George knows for a fact that if it hadnt been for you, the two of them would have fallen into the same irregular schedule, ruled over by grief. You saved his parents from that, and in turn, their company saved you. Well, as much as their company could. You were always a little lonely whenever George wasnt around.

Molly and Arthur choose to go and sit outside while George follows you into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, watching as you busy yourself with cooking spells.

“I’ve heard that you’ve formed quite the attachment to that jumper.” He cant help commenting, a cheeky smile on his face as he effortlessly slips back into the flirty banter that the two of you have always had, but something about you doesnt quite feel right.

Looking over your shoulder at George, you sigh dramatically. “Guess you could call me the clingiest witch in the west.”

George chuckles at that, shaking his head. “Nah, not clingy. Utterly adorable, but not clingy.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh, utterly adorable, am I?”

George smirks. “Definitely.”

Silence ensues, throwing you both into the sickening realisation that at this point in your flirting, Fred would usually interrupt. Sadness casts her cloak over the two of you, shrouding you in a grey, slow haze.

“Im sorry I didnt save him.”

And there it is. Your words cut through the air like a knife, straight to George’s heart, or rather, the place where it would have been. By no means was your happiness an act, but it was something you exaggerated to help heal his family, it was only a matter of time before its permanence wavered in his presence. George has always been able to see right through you.

“What are you talking about?” He questions carefully, very worried about what you’re going to say next as you fix your gaze on the dishes you’re washing with your bare hands rather than a spell. In the background, your spells continue to cook whatever wondrous breakfast you have planned. Washing up is your chosen distraction, or subtle punishment.

“If I hadnt stayed with you, if I’d gone to find him, I could have- he could still- even if it meant…” You close your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks and you squeeze your lips inside your mouth to hold back a sob.

“Dont even think that, not for a second.” George’s voice is low, firm, and deadly serious.

You shake your head, eyes opening wide as you stare at him. “I cant stop thinking it, George. I have seen this family in so much pain, people I adore living through such agony every single day, and you disappeared completely! If I’d been with him, if I saved him, if it had been me, none of this would have happened! All of you would have been better off.” You look away from him again, and George takes the single stride necessary to reach you, gently lifting your hands out of the soapy water and grabbing a towel to dry your raw fingers that have been scrubbing through your anxiety-fuelled vent.

“Listen to me, (Y/N). There wont be a day that goes by where I dont miss Freddie.” That’s the first time he’s said his name since that day, it chokes him up immediately. “But I would never, ever want you to trade places with him, to have you gone instead of him. If you had gone, none of us would have been able to hold the rest of us together like you have, like you’ve always done. You are everything, (Y/N), and I wouldnt trade your life for anything, or anyone. I cant even think about a world without you in it-“ George shakes the thought out of his head, tears stinging his eyes as he’s briefly sent to kneeling at your side and holding your cold hand, sobbing and begging you to just open your eyes.

Your warm hands on his face bring him back to the present, your bright eyes staring up into his.

“Im sorry George, I cant imagine a world without you, either.”

Holding your hands against his face, George sniffles. “You’ll never need to.”

A small smile curls in the corner of your mouth, and he cant help mirroring it.

“You and me, we’re gonna get through this, you hear me?” You raise an eyebrow playfully, making George chuckle through his tears.

“Loud and clear, sweetheart, loud and clear.”

And as if by magic, he feels the first shattered piece of his heart slowly slot back into place.

[pxper-cranes]

Rewrite Zenix

Ok so with the boy losing the recent polls I thought I'd come and talk about him in my rewrite. I saw others doing it too and thought hey maybe I should talk about my rewrite too, as a treat.

So basically I think that Zenix was very young when he became a shadow knight, like 16 or something.

And before we go on, Shadow Knights in my remake are called Revenants. they are born of people who feel immense negative emotions upon their death, such as fear, anger or sadness (all manifesting in different ways) or people who are killed in the nether or by another Revenant. Its a bit like an infection, once a part of Shad has touched your soul, it just kind of festers unless treated. Revenants also age MUCH slower than mortal people. They basically just age to their prime and then stop, and can only be killed by some higher magics.

So Zenix underwent this process early, and let me tell you, the process to become a revenant is gruelling. Perhaps it was from some event that happened to him, perhaps he sought it out. Point is Zenix has had it rough and ended up dying angry. Once he revived, he basically deserted the nether first chance he could, and ran into the world on his own. Soon enough, he happened upon Phoenix Drop, and looking like a scared and deathly teenager, the newly appointed head guard Garroth basically saw him and took him in immediately.

Over the next five or so years, he trained him into the Zenix that is in the series, all while not knowing his true identity and state. Zenix tried to forget it too, living happily in Phoenix Drop, but something happened after Aphmau arrived.

Zenix eventually realised that due to his pseudo immortality, he would eventually see all those he came to know in the village die, including Garroth, who by now was a very prominent father figure in his life. He knew that Garroth would be at risk living in the world as a mortal, and eventually devised a plan to use Aphmau to cause pain to Garroth (Not sure how though since in my rewrite they aren't romantic interests) with eventually the idea to put him through so much pain that he would become a revenant like Zenix, and therefore be immortal too. Zenix knows that Garroth would disapprove, but he is convinced he'd come around, even if he had to wait a century or so to be forgiven.

Now please remember that Zenix is a bit of an idiot, but he is powered by his emotions. He has been alone for a very long time, so he's latched onto Garroth like a bad cold. When he fights Aphmau in her first time in the nether and reveals himself, we learn most of the reason why he acts and what motivates him for the rest of the series, because he will show up a lot more. (I never knew what happened to him frfr) He really does care for Garroth, but his perception of care is twisted and corrupt. he doesn't really care what's best for Garroth, its just about keeping him safe and present within Zenix's life, even if he has to kill a few people to make that happen.

This is just my way of spinning an underutilised character, and who knows, I might one day rewrite MCD to a point where I separate it completely from the original source material and make it just my own thing, but that all depends of whether or not I can actually get to writing.

this actually war pretty fun, I might talk more about my MCD rewrite characters and how they differ from their original counterparts. if people want it, that is

[toasternuggets]

The Fedora that changed the world

Chapter 1: blood red wine

Julia sat at her kitchen table, the house deathly silent with a thick feeling of distraught in the air. She was a beautiful young woman in her late twenties, sadly, already burdened with a young child and a fiancé. She swirled the glass of wine she had in her hand as she sipped the sorrow away, tears of failure and regret trickling down her face along with her mascara and eyeliner. Suddenly, the front door of the old wrecked council house they lived in opened. “I’m home.” Came a deep voice from the hall as the shuffling of shoes coming off accompanied the sound. The man walked in, gazing upon this mess of a woman in the kitchen as he joked “Uh oh, the wines out again.” She gently placed the wine on the table before quite irritatedly telling him to “shut up”. As her lazy partner sat on the sofa and switched the tv on she gathered up her things and headed for the door. ‘How could I have been so foolish? How did I end up here? I have a PHD in biology for Christ’s sake!’ She thought to herself as she neared the exit. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? We need to pick up Max from my mum’s house soon!”

“Well you can go pick him up for once! I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back until you get up and do something for once!” Julia snapped back at him.

With no real plan, she left the house. She knew she couldn’t just leave her baby behind, so she decided she’d come back for him one day. Whenever that day might come, she’d be there to hold her child in her arms once again, she’d feel his smile and his laugh in her heart.

Chapter 2: the man with the odd hat

Julia entered the bar, not knowing exactly what she was going to do, overthinking everything and already regretting leaving her child. A man with a tall purple jacket and an odd looking leopard print fedora approached her. “Feeling a little… blue, I see?” Julia looked at him through her tears, “what?” He just smiled “I’m Fergus, a pleasure to meet you, madam.” He said quite extravagantly, reaching his hand out as a greeting. She shook his hand quite hesitantly, this guy seemed like a real nut-case. He took a seat next to her and offered her a handkerchief. Julia took it before wiping her eyes and nose from her sadness. “Could I buy you a drink?” She offered as a thanks, “Ah, no, I don’t drink, madam.” He replied politely. Julia straightened her posture in confusion. “But you’re in a bar, why would you be in a bar if you don’t drink?” She said sluggishly, she had probably had a little too much to drink. “I look for lost souls like you, my dear.” He said, his bubbly and upbeat mood settled that of a more sly one.

He clasped his hands together “I travel the country for days on end until I can find business, you see”

“Business?”

“Yes, business! I help people get to where they want to be, do what they need to do, I guess you could call me a negotiator of sorts.” His smile seemed like it went from ear to ear. It was weather unsettling.

He reached down to grasp a briefcase that he then presented to Julia. It opened to reveal a variety of crystals. Blue, green, purple, pink, even reds and greys lied in this case. “Pick one.” He said, eagerly waiting for her to pick. “What are you talking about? What do they do?” she said in confusion. He sighed, still a smile plastered on his face. “They each represent a moment in your life that changed everything. I want you to pick one, so that I can ask you a few mandatory questions before we start our transactions.” He had a gleam of sympathy in his eyes, like he really wanted to help this poor woman. “How do you know my life? I-I just met you.”

“Oh I don’t, you see, the crystals know when you touch them. They can sense it.” He leaned in towards her. “So please, pick a crystal!” He was excited to start the job. Julia could feel a shiver down her spine. Something wasn’t right, she didn’t feel safe, this man was so peculiar that he almost seemed unreal. “No, I can’t. Are you high? You seem high, I need to go, bye.” She got up in a cold sweat, stumbling and stuttering as she went to leave. “Oh, no! Please! Listen, here me out! I have an offer you can’t deny!” She stopped. Maybe this could be it, what she was wanting, no, needing to do her whole life. She turned round, lifted her head and fondled her coat cuffs in her hands. “What. What are you going to offer me?” She let out, trying to hold in her tears. “I lend you my serves’s completely free of any financial charge, but at the cost of a favour.” The man smiled to himself, his eyes wide and gleaming.

Hope you guys like this story I’m writing!! I don’t know how many chapters it will have but I’m hoping to continue it :)

[22degreehalo]

hhhhhhhhckkkkkkkkkkk so I'm going to Japan in a few weeks with my parents and I'm already. deeply anxious thinking abt Tokyo hahajhawfhaha becuase I just. I just really want to go to Akihabara and Ikebukuro and buy a bunch of merch and wear my itabag and be a glorious swamp creature weeb. But I am for some reason deathly anxious about showing my true enthusiasm around my parents. But also I know that if I give any indication that I'm holding back my mum will feel so Bad like why can't I be myself around her?? and I don't have an answer. but literally anybody in that situation would think it's because she's done something Wrong so she'd get really Sad and worry that she's a Bad Mother for making me feel all these bad ways when no it's just me. I'm jsut fuckiggn like this for no reason. And I so so desperately want to just spend a day or two by myself and not explain myself but I KNOW she's going to try and come with because she thinks that's helping and I want company because like, who doesn't want to hang out with people they like??? And I've tried so many times but she just doesn't understand even the simple answer which is 'it's not fun doing something you enjoy with someone who isn't interested at all.' Especially since my mum DOES show her emotions Really Goddamn Obviously and just says things really really bluntly whenever she doesn't like something with 0 indication that other people might feel different and if I even try to express something like that she goes all 'oh but it doesn't matter what I think!! nobody cares haha. I'm just an idiot' or whatever and like that's super depressing??? and not true????? btu AGAIN if I try to say that it makes me feel bad to hear her say that she'll feel bad about making me feel bad. and nothing will have been gained.

I just want to buy [character] merch man without having to try to explain why I'm getting so much or spending so much without saying 'I've been obsessed with this dude for like 4-6 years, I've learned Japanese for him, I've written hundreds of words of fanfiction, but I've just never mentioned him to you because I am psychotically self-conscious with literally 0 historical reason to be so.'

[ashadeapart]

ADHD is starting the day feeling like you might be able to get some things done. Then making breakfast and sitting down to eat it... and realising breakfast is still in the kitchen. Then getting breakfast and sitting down with it... and realising you haven't made your much-needed coffee. Then making your coffee, and repeating the thing of sitting down and realising it's in the damn kitchen. Then getting halfway through breakfast/coffee and remembering you haven't fed your beloved animal companion, and racing off to do that because you're deathly afraid you'll forget - because you forget everything - and he won't be fed and safe because of your shitty memory if you don't do it RIGHT NOW!!! Then finally getting back to your breakfast and stone cold coffee that makes you sad because now it tastes like shit, but you drink it as it is because for fuck's sake you need the caffeine and the thought of another round of "Shit, left my coffee in the kitchen" is just depressing. Then aforementioned animal companion comes to sit on you and you know you have to get up and do things, but you're feeling so drained and you love him and don't want to turn him away, so fuck it, what's five minutes? Then you look at the clock and realise you're running a bit short on time if you want to get to work/appointment/whatever on time, so you give him a kiss and get up. You gather your things and chuck them by the door so you don't forget them (hopefully), and... "Wait, I'm not wearing pants!". Okay, pants on, what's left? Any last minute provisions or precautions for care of beloved companion (there may be a few of these, you'll come back to the door between each one, ready to go, and... nope, gotta go do that other thing). Finally - things collected, out to the car. Might still be on time. Chilly out. Fuck, didn't grab a jumper. Back in. Lucky, too, because oops, heater is still on. Turn it off, back out to the car. Might just make it on time, if the lights aren't all red (fast forward: they are). Aaaaand never mind, forgot to fuel up last night, gotta make a stop. That's never as quick as you think it will be. So yet another reprimand from work or embarrassing bustle into an appointment (assuming it isn't missed entirely), or disappointed friend you were going to meet.

What I described is a pretty typical morning. This is what it looks like for some of us every minute of every day (except during a hyperfocus, which is a whole different way to lose track of time). It's exhausting and demoralising, and people just see that you're late and think you're a prick or you don't care or aren't trying, when that's just not true. If you love or even just know or work with an ADHDer, be patient and be kind. We're working so much harder than you know, and the pay-off doesn't even slightly match our effort.

[arvensimp]

That 2+1 fix is so cute omggg. I love when writer let the character speak. Something about arven being shy is just 😘😘😘😘 to my heart. Can I request a fanfic of arven being horny?

Thank you!!! I do love me a shy boy 💖💖💖 I hope you like this one! I feel like he comes off as less shy and more urgent/a hopeless mess here? But hopefully the shame is still there because at the end of the day what is shyness without fear and shame lmfao

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Midnight Messquerade

Arven x Reader

Nsfw, no gendered pronouns used

Part 2, Part 3

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His urges always seemed to come at the most inconvenient times.

He gets it. He's a young man in his prime. He has a really attractive traveling companion that he may or may not have major feelings for that his brain isn't quite ready to deal with in the aftermath of... Yeah. He's not ready to think about that.

He does however want to think about sweet, sweet relief.

It's been happening more and more lately where he's waking up just, stupid hard. When this would happen as a teenager it wasn't as big a deal. He could just tug it and be done and happily back to sleep within a few minutes, but now...

Well, now? He has you here, and that hardly seems appropriate. You're sleeping not even five feet from him, tucked into your sleeping bag all warm, and soft...and sweet...and hot...and he can't let his thoughts go further than that. It's not right to you.

Fuck. He actually whines a little out loud without meaning to then quickly claps a hand over his mouth.

He prays that didn't wake you up. Are you a light sleeper? He hopes not...

He stays deathly silent, listening for the soft, even sounds of your breathing before sighing in relief.

Okay. You're not awake.

Now for the more pressing problem.

Literally pressing.

He considers grinding softly against the inside of the sleeping bag... Maybe? He gives it a test and is quickly stilled when the vinyl of the fabric makes too-loud scraping sounds. Absolutely not.

He bites back another whine. How bad would it be if he just jerked off inside the sleeping bag. Really? If he looked away from you? He could just face away from you, then it wouldn't be like a real betrayal, right?

Arven huddles tighter in on himself, feeling like an absolute creep. He doesn't want to do that to you.

But then....maybe...what if you did catch him jacking off? Seeing him so horrendously, beautifully vulnerable? His hips quake a bit, involuntarily, and he bites back a choked sound before it fully escapes his throat.

No!

Fuck, Arven! He chides himself internally. Don't be a damned pariah. This is your best buddy you're thinking of. Your buddy who's been so good to you and seen you through so much! Who's helped you grow!

And now look at how much you've grown--STOP!

Arven tosses and turns, his legs cricketing within the sleeping bag, and oh that does kinda do something unintentional because then he full on groans without entirely meaning to into the open night air.

"A-Arven?!"

He chokes on an inhale, his eyes flying open. He really didn't mean to be that loud. Or sound that pathetic.

But here you are, hovering over him with a concerned look on your tired face.

And he couldn't be more disgustingly turned on.

He goes as pink as a tinkaton.

"Are you okay? You sounded like you were having a nightmare?"

You touch where his arm is in the sleeping bag, and it's like firecrackers. Arven jolts and moves away from you.

"Y-yeah! Totally, totally, totally, totally. Totally fine. Definitely. Yup. Just a nightmare. Sorry I bothered you. R-really. It's... Haha," His laugh sounds almost pained. "It's not a big deal. Promise. Just...just a nightmare..." He says the last part through clenched teeth.

You look a little sad. "...Arven....you've been having a lot of nightmares lately." Yeah. Nightmares. "Do you maybe wanna....I dunno, talk to someone?"

"Me? Nah, no. Don't....don't worry about it..." He swallows. The shame should absolutely not be making him harder. "I'm fine. Just...just gotta get back to sleep, ya know? Honk-shoo, honk-shoo and all that, haha..." Arven lays back down and curls in on himself in an attempt to end the conversation there.

He kinda wishes he could just. Melt away. Honk-shoo honk-shoo?! Why is he the way he is?!

Then you're absolutely not helping when you press yourself up against him in a hug through your sleeping bags.

"It's okay, Arven..." You say, genuinely trying to be soothing.

"N-Nope!" Arven says, darting out of his sleeping bag, while you yelp as you're launched back a bit in his haste to get away.

"S-sorry!" He calls to you, as he hurries off further into the woods. "I'll be right back. P-promise!"

Fuck, he's really gonna have to make this up to you. After he's done painting some poor tree trunk white.

God, he's a fucking degenerate.

[elpida]

"Well if you killed me for it I'd have died a happy man huh?" it wasn't funny, not like he thought it was. He never meant to hurt her feelings with it, he just.. never really classed himself as important enough, especially when it came to his life. His mom would grieve him but he wasn't really sure he'd done anything too worthy of being so primarily missed like that. He realised his mistake when she pulled away from his hand and his brows furrowed, not in the angry way, the sad why, somewhat like a wounded animal, he wanted her back where he could feel the warmth of her skin against his. He felt scolded and his head nodded, he knew where she was coming from, he got the annoyance because if the tables turned.. if she was hurt like this, and he had no idea? If he found out at a later date? He'd be mortified. He'd be furious.

"Agatha." he spoke calmly, a clear shame in his voice. "I didn't think that through a lot, I'm sorry." he started, he did sound sincere too. "I am sorry.. I thought 'coz I'd not asked about the whole emergency contact thing.." he lightly shrugged his shoulders. He'd never admit that he was sore and pained, but he was, if you knew him enough you could see it in his body language. "I actually figured you'd be mad at me for not askin' or that 'coz its a work day or you know just.. I did mean to ask you months ago if it was okay." he paused again. "I couldn't think of anyone else I'd want near me in that scenario."

He felt a bit more forgiven when she put her hand on his arm. Like he was suddenly allowed to.. relax a bit more yet he still mumbled a rough "I don't know about all this Agatha." of course he didn't. He was a two painkillers and a shot of rum to take the edge of kind of guy. They'd not done a great job of cleaning him up when it came to remnants of blood on his skin too, he still had patches on some of his face, around his ears where it'd run from the stitched hairline wound. Slowly he eased, held his breath. He needed a night or two to feel a bit more.. himself. Clearly. "You're too good to me. I could sleep in the chair-" he was about to suggest getting up for her later, he hated the idea she'd sit there uncomfortable. "What're you gonna say to them?" that brought a smile to his face. "Tell 'em I'm deathly afraid of needles, need someone to hold my hand." he laughed a tiny bit. He couldn't give a single fuck about needles.

Right on queue a doctor entered, stethoscope around his neck. "You must be feeling better." they commented. No, it's just that Agatha made his mind.. clearer, all of his jumbled thoughts felt calmed, more organised. "What's the damage doc? You can go ahead and talk infront of her." he spoke, laid with a few heavy breaths as he adjusted. "A few fractured ribs, a pretty bad concussion, but you were lucky Mr Sabelle." he flashed Agatha a look, they'd said it again. "We'd like to keep you in a night or two, just to observe the concussion, make sure there's no hidden bleeds, check the ribs aren't more damaged than we think, bruising and such." he nodded and then flashed a look to Agatha, to the clock and then back to her. "Just to make you aware visiting hours end at 6, Miss?..."

Agatha felt a wave of relief wash over her as she realized she hadn't lost Cade to the awful accident. The mere thought of losing him was unbearable, and it was this fear that had caused her emotions to overwhelm her in the first place, prompting tears to fall after almost a week of holding them back. "I know," she responded softly, acknowledging his resilience. What she admired most about him was his toughness, forged through past hardships that had shaped him into the person he was today.

However, the moment she realized that Cade wouldn’t have notified her about the accident, her hand slipped away from his, her expression shifting to one of displeasure. "Cade, I’d have had killed you myself if that had been the case. Don't ever, ever dare to try that," she admonished firmly, her tone carrying reproach. “You ought to know better, Mister. You know what you mean to me, you know how bloody important you are. I understand if your mama doesn’t find out, but me?” She briefly placed her hands on her hips, a sound of annoyance leaving her as brows furrowed after scolding him that way. Deep down, she was aware she couldn’t ever truly be angry with this man.

“I’m staying. I’ll find a way to convince them to let me stay, don’t worry,” Agatha assured him, her voice softening as she gazed at his hand resting on his lower ribs. Her hands reached out to gently rub his arms, a soothing gesture. “I need you to rest now. Please, lay down. I’ll help you out, okay? Remember: go slowly, don’t rush any movements.” Her words were gentle yet firm, conveying both care and practical advice to ensure his recovery.

[ragingbookdragon]

What Is A Mother, But The Woman Who Loves Us Most?

A Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I know there is a story like this already (by a different author) but I should preface that this is a story that I posted a year or so before but deleted my previous blog last year, so it's not going to seem like it. I haven't copied any ideas, this is my own that I posted a year or so ago, and re-posting again now. -Thorne

You are not my mother!

The loathing words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he watched the cave go deathly quiet around him. Everyone's eyes were wide, even hers, but a millisecond later, they set in a hard stare as she stood straight, her jaw tightening.

She nodded, staring at him. "You're right Damian. I'm not Talia al Ghul. I'm not your mother. But I will tell you what I am." She raised her left hand, flashing the silver wedding ring on her finger. "I'm your father's wife. And what I tell you to do in this manor is what I expect from you."

He shook his head in anger, glaring at her. "This is my father's manor!"

"No Damian, this is the Wayne Manor. And I've been, to use a rather weathered term, the lady of the house for almost fifteen years. Long before you were even a thought in Talia's mind." He stopped and she crossed her arms. "I may not be your mother, but you are a child and your father and I are the adults. When you turn eighteen, you can make all the decisions you want. Until then, what we say goes."

His lips drew in a taut line and she added, "I've already talked about it to Bruce. You're not allowed on patrol after what happened at the gala. If you want to complain to him about it, he's going to tell you the same thing." Her eyes shifted to the others, then she looked back at him one last time before turning around and walking up the stairs.

When she was gone, he let out a shout in anger and threw silver coffee pot against the cave wall. It hit the wall with a clang and dropped, rolling on the ground a few times as it spilled its contents, much like his mood.

He felt their eyes on them and he whipped his head up, glaring at them. "What?!"

Tim and Jason simply narrowed their eyes at him, but Dick walked forward and knelt in front of him. "Kiddo, that wasn't a nice thing to say to mom."

Damian scoffed at him before shoving past, climbing up the stairs. “Like the three of you haven't said that to her before." There was no return to his statement, giving him all the answer, he needed.

***

He stepped out of the study stretching his arms and listening to the sound of his bones popping before he shifted, moving towards the door. The boys had left a few minutes earlier to catch a rerun of an episode of Vikings, leaving him alone in the cave.

Alfred walked up to him, handing him a sweater before motioning to the door. "Mrs. Wayne has taken a seat out on the patio. I suspect you'll wish to see her."

Bruce nodded, taking the sweater from him before thanking him and moving out of the study and towards the patio. He crossed into the living room as he did, stopping to stare at his four sons passed out on the couch. The TV was still going, so he leaned down, gently taking the remote from Dick's hand and shutting it off.

He set the remote down and started his path again, but stopped when he heard, "You going to check on mom?" He turned around, looking at a his oldest.

Bruce nodded, taking in the sight of Dick’s arms wrapped around all of his brothers. “After you boys told me what happened, I thought I should talk to her about it."

Dick nodded, reaching up and rubbing his eyes, careful not to wake the others beside him. "He didn't mean it...he'll see that when he gets over being angry."

Bruce nodded and leaned over, ruffling his hair. “Tell Jason that you two should stay at the manor tonight...it's too late for you to head home anyway."

Dick started to argue, but a look from his father and quick, “Your mother would have a fit if you two tried to drive home now or later…you know that.”

His son nodded and Bruce turned around once more, this time making his way to the dimly lit patio. His hand curled around the cool metal handle of the sliding glass door, and he quietly opened it, stepping out onto the deck. She lay on the porch swing, covered by a heavy hound’s tooth blanket, with a barely full wine glass in her hand.

He walked towards her and bent over, picking up the wine bottle; he shook it lightly before quipping, "I can't believe you've drank an entire bottle in one sitting."

As if finally noticing his presence, she tipped her head lazily to him and mumbled, "It's empty?"

He snorted and tipped the bottle upside down. "As it was the day before it was bottled."

Bruce paused and grinned as she huffed a laugh and brought the glass she had in her hand up to her mouth. He watched her down the rest of her red wine before she set the glass on the table; he set the bottle beside it and shifted her forward, easing his way behind her until they were both comfortable. She rested her back against his chest, her head dropping against his shoulder. His arms came up around her as he pulled the blanket up to her neck, keeping her warm.

He was quiet for a second then he murmured, "...The boys told me what happened earlier."

There was a moment of silence, then she whispered, "I know I should be used to it after hearing it come from each of them..." She stopped, then continued with, "But it still stings to hear it."

A sad smile crossed his lips as he pressed his lips to her temple. "Of course it stings (Y/N)...you're their mother and you love them." After he didn't receive a response from her, he tipped his head and looked down. "(Y/N)? Love?" She turned her head, and he took in the sight of the tears in her eyes; his face fell at the sight and he brought a hand up, cupping her cheek. "Oh…sweetheart."

(Y/N) choked out a sob and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as she clenched a hand in his sweater. Bruce rested his chin on the top of her head as he rubbed her back, comforting her with quiet words.

***

Damian watched them from the screen door, feeling his heart clench in his chest at the sight of (Y/N) sobbing. He swallowed thickly and stepped back, only to come into contact with someone—something. He let out a quiet gasp and spun around, seeing Dick staring sadly out at his parents, Tim and Jason behind him doing the same.

Damian looked at them and whispered, "What are you three doing?"

Dick glanced at him briefly before motioning to them. "We heard the sliding door open, and we went to listen."

"I didn't know you were eavesdroppers."

A hand came up and cuffed him upside the head; he held his head, glaring at Jason who bit out, "Shut up, two-bit. You were eavesdropping too."

Damian opened his mouth to retort, but shut it and turned back around, looking at her. A moment passed, then he mumbled, "You said the same thing I did." He looked up at his brothers, who wore clouded expressions; each of them nodded after a few seconds, and he asked, "What happened?"

Dick was the first to speak, remembering a time from when he was a mere ten years old.

***

He stomped angrily through the house, not even caring about her following him; she called after him repeatedly. "Dick. Dick, honey, stop for a second."

He didn't listen, still moving. "No! You grounded me!"

"And I grounded you for a reason. You deliberately disobeyed me." He grunted at her and she called out, her voice ringing with authority, "Richard John Grayson. Not another step young man." He stopped at it and she continued, "You left the cave tonight and went on patrol without asking. As your mom-"

He spun around, his eyes angered as he spit, "You're not my mom! Stop acting like it!" Her mouth shut, and her eyes went wide from the declarations.

She blinked, obviously stunned at his words, and she stared down at her hands murmuring, "I may not be your real mother...but I...I am...I..." She drew off, bringing a hand up to wipe at her cheek. Dick's widened when she looked up at him, and he saw the tears beginning to spill, running down her cheeks.

He raised his hands out to her. "Wait! I—I didn't mean it!"

(Y/N) looked down and she brought a hand up to her mouth, moving past him, letting out a broken, 'excuse me'. He watched her go past him, then a few moments later, Bruce walked into the room and he turned to him.

"Bruce!" Bruce looked down at him, taking in the sight of Dick, who was almost in tears.

The lecture he had ready for him went out the window as he squatted in front of Dick. "Dick?"

The boy looked up at him, tears filling those big blue eyes. "I—I messed up B-Bruce."

He reached out a hand, wiping his tears away. "What happened Dick?"

Dick lowered his head and he whispered, "I a—accidently told (Y/N) that she wasn't my m-mom."

Bruce sighed at him and murmured, “Oh, Dick." The boy began to sob, and Bruce reached out, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay, bud."

***

Dick looked at her and murmured, "I've never forgotten the look she gave me after I said it to her..." He looked down at Damian, and said, "And neither has she."

Jason nodded at that. "I'm sure she's never forgotten how I left the cave telling her I had to go find my real mom.

***

"What are you looking at baby?"

He jerked forward, clicking the screen to minimize the images. "Nothing!" He spun around to see her walking towards him, an amused smile on her face.

"And I'm assuming that nothing is not important?" She questioned.

He nodded. "Not at all."

She stared at him until he sighed and turned around, clicking the screen to reveal the images of the three women; she walked up to him. "Who are these women?"

He pointed to each one. "Sharmin Rosen, Lady Shiva, and Sheila Haywood."

(Y/N) nodded, looking at them. "They're very pretty women." She paused and looked at him. "But why are you looking at them." He dropped his gaze and picked at his fingers. "Jason? Hon?"

He looked back up at her. "One of them is my mom."

Her eyes widened as she said, "Like...your biological mom?"

He nodded. "I found out after I went back to my old apartment." He looked between the screen and (Y/N). "I'm gonna track them down." She was silent, her eyes moving to the screen, and he turned to her, rising from the chair. "I have to go find them...I have to go find my real mom."

***

"And those were the last words I ever said to Ma." They stared at Jason as he leaned against a table by the door. "And it got a lot worse when I came back...I said horrible things to Ma...about her not caring...about her not being a mother." He went silent and shook his head. "I fucked up a lot of things between us for a good couple years."

Tim watched him, then nodded. "I hadn't even realized I'd actually said it to mom...it was such an offhanded comment that I didn't even know what I said until she was gone."

***

He barely registered the sound of his bedroom door opening, let alone the sound of her footsteps as she walked up to him. He did, however, hear the disappointment in her tone as she said, "Timmy...you need to go to bed."

He shook his head, typing on the keyboard. "I'm fine."

"Honey, you've been awake for almost forty-eight hours." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "It's not good for your body if you stay up like this."

"I'm fine. Really, I'm good."

She squeezed his shoulder, the other hand reaching out to close the laptop. "You'll be good when you're asleep in bed." Skimming the top of this laptop, she stopped when his curled around her wrist.

He turned to her and said, "Will you stop mothering me? I'm fine. I don't need your help."

He let go of her and turned back to the screen, barely registering the way she quietly whispered, “Alright Timmy...goodnight”, and walked out of his room.

***

"The only reason I actually realized what I said was after a few minutes, I realized that she hadn't told me she loved me after saying good night." He paused, digging a groove into the carpet with his toes. "Mom didn't say anything about it the next day, but I could tell that something had shifted. She was more reserved when it came to me." He looked at Damian. "Look, I know you and I don't get along, but I'm going to tell you something brother to brother. Go apologize to mom and tell her that you didn't mean it."

It was all he said before he looked at the others and waved. "I'm going to bed.

Jason soon followed saying, "I'm with Timbers. I'm gonna go crash."

The two of them began making their way to their rooms when the sound of the screen door opening and closing brought their attention back. They looked towards it, seeing Bruce carrying (Y/N), her head pressed against his chest.

He stopped when he saw them, his surprised look giving way to a hard expression. "Were you four watching?" They all started making excuses, but he shushed them, nodding at their sleeping mother; they shut their mouths and he brought his foot back, sliding the door closed.

"Is mom alright?"

Bruce looked at Dick and nodded. "She's fine. Wine drunk...but fine." He looked down at Damian. "(Y/N) does a lot for all of us. You owe her an apology when she wakes up." Damian nodded, watching as he walked past them, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.

***

The dull throb in her head told her the migraine was something she was going to need some aspirin, water, and a heavy blanket to block out the light to fix. She groaned lightly as she burrowed her face in her pillow, then she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Immediately, she took in the sight of the four of her boys curled up like cats in the bed with her. A smile graced her lips and she reached down beside her hip, running a hand over Tim's head; he shifted in his sleep, burying his face in her side and she struggled to bite back the laugh that wanted to come out. She reached over again and ran her hands through Dick and Jason's hair, watching them do the same.

She smiled at them, then a voice sounded from beside her. "Are you awake, Umi?" (Y/N) looked to her side, seeing Damian curled up beside her. Bruce's broad shoulders made him look so tiny from where he was laying and she nodded, raising a hand and caressing his head.

"I'm awake, sweetheart." He nodded, then moved under her arm, resting his head on her shoulder. Her arm settled comfortably around him, and she brought up her hand, gently running her fingers through his short hair.

After a few moments he whispered, "...I'm sorry, Umi."

Her response was to press her lips to his forehead, and murmur, "I know, baby."

He swallowed thickly, feeling the beginnings of tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to say it."

She nodded; her lips still pressed to his forehead. "I know you didn't, sweetheart. It was something said in anger."

He moved to sit up, looking up at her as he whispered harshly, "But I have hurt you! I made you cry! I...did this." He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes, and (Y/N) watched the tears begin to fall down his cheeks. He looked back up at her a few seconds later and said, "You are my mother, Umi...you are the only mother I've known."

(Y/N) shifted, careful not to wake her sons, then she cupped Damian's cheeks in her hands. "Baby...it's okay...I'm not angry at you."

He shook his head in her grip. "But you're sad because I said you weren't my mother."

(Y/N) brushed her thumbs under his eyes, wiping away the tears. "We all say things that we don't mean." He looked up at her and she searched his eyes. "What matters is that when they are said, we try our best to fix what we've done wrong."

Damian nodded his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Umi."

A sad smile crossed her lips and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "I am too, baby." She pulled away and brushed his cheeks again. "I still love you though...with all my heart."

"You do? Even after what I said?"

(Y/N) nodded, pulling him to her; he rested his head under her chin, and she wrapped her arms around him as she murmured, "The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness." She brought up a hand, caressing the side of his head as she whispered, "Each of you has told me as some point that I am not what I am. But I know deep down that none of you meant it. And each time I heard it, it hurt...but forgiveness is a good thing when used."

"To err is human...to forgive...divine."

She smiled at his quote and squeezed him gently. "I love you, Damian...my beautiful baby boy."

The feeling of tears gathered in his eyes, but he blinked them away, his hand clenching in her shirt as he replied, "I love you too, Umi."

There was a moment of silence between them until, "How come the demon-spawn gets all the love? We were here first."

Damian raised his head, glaring at Tim. "I am Umi's favorite, Drake."

"The hell you are, Tater-tot. If anyone's the favorite, it's me."

"I think you're wrong, Little-wing. Iwas the first. I'm the favorite."

"No one asked you, dickhead."

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her two oldest as they began to shove at each other, and eventually, Tim and Damian got into the mess, and she watched their fists and feet fly at each other.

A grunt sounded from beside her and she looked down to see her husband glaring at her. "You just had to get them going this early, didn't you, Mrs. Wayne?"

(Y/N) let out a 'pfft' and leaned down, pressing her lips to his before laying her head on his arm, their foreheads touching. "Yeah...but I know that when they're fighting like this, they're giving each other love."

"Tough love."

She snorted and tickled his side, feeling him jerk away. "But love nonetheless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of someone grunting cut him off. "Mom! Jason won't let me out of this headlock!"

"Mom! Jason won't let me-"

"STOP MOCKING ME, JASON!"

"You're unbearable, Drake! I am Umi's favorite!"

"Keep telling yourself that, oompa-loompa."

"I am not an oompa-loompa!"

(Y/N) sighed and looked at her husband. "Never a dull morning, is it Mr. Wayne?"

He grinned at her but grunted when one of them hit his side. "No, it's not Mrs. Wayne. No, it is not."