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Shiny

Summary: Jackie decides to give her dad, Bill, a call after catching a special Pokemon. Characters: Jackie(OC), Bill Word Count: 349

"Jackie? Is something wrong?"

Bill looked over at his Rotom phone. His youngest child's face appeared on the screen, tired eyes looking back at him. He was an island over from them as they decided to go on an Island challenge while they were both stuck on Alola. Bill for work and Jackie because of Bill's work.

"So I lost to Kahuna Hala so I was training some," explained the kid.

Bill would tell that they were still on whatever route they were training on. Yellow followers surrounded them, and they looked a little scratched up. But they didn't seem hurt.

"And?"

"Well-" Jackie took a step back and held up something to the phone.

Bill squinted at the screen. The video became blurry at the sudden movement, but it slowly became more visible. It was a Cottonee, a strange choice considering Jackie preferred dark types. Its green eyes stared at him with interest. Green? He's seen Cottonees before during a trip to Unova. Cottonees have orange eyes.

"I'd be damned. Would you look at that?' Bill said with a whistle.

Jackie let go of the Cottonee, and it floated up and landed on their head. "Found her while heading to heal up. Her name's Rammy."

"Rammy?"

"I don't know. Sounded cute."

"It is," Bill nodded. "I've never met a wild shiny, and it's my job." He chuckled to himself. "Did you know only one in every four thousand Pokemon are shiny? Many go their whole life without seeing one."

Jackie pushed some hair out of their face. "I knew it was something like that. I was surprised when she popped up. Didn't want to attack her cause Ratty here's a little high leveled."

"Raticate!" the alolan form Pokemon jumped up, allowing Bill to see her.

"But she wasn't too hard to catch."

"Have you told your other parents and Aria about her?

"Not yet. Was gonna call them after calling you."

Bill chuckled. "Why don't you go do that? I'll meet her in a few days I'm sure."

"Okay! Love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Jackie. Be safe."

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Family

Summary: Montero(Powerline) finds his boyfriend up late, and worries. Character: Powerline (Montero Taylors), Grif Plagues (OC) Word Count: 409

“It’s 3 in the morning, why are you awake?”

Montero squinted through the darkness to the only light that was on in the kitchen. A small lamp lit up the kitchen island, where his boyfriend was sitting. Hair pulled back, glasses on, laptop turned on to the side of him.

“Are,, you eating?”

Grif looked down at the bowl in front of him, cereal soggy and half eaten. He looked back at the older man, “I couldn’t sleep.”

Montero rubbed his face with a small sigh; he walked over to the other and looked at what was on the laptop. His emails were pulled up. Spam, receipts, school related stuff, and,,

Oh.

The dog rested his head against Grif’s shoulder and began to rub the other’s upper arms. The only email that was read minus the school emails was one from his family. A family he hadn’t seen or spoken to in years.

“What’s it about?”

Grif didn’t answer right away as he stirred his cereal. It was too soggy to eat now. With a groan, he pushed it away and laid his head down on the island. Montero continued to rub his arms.

“Dear?”

“Oh you know, they were asking how I was. My major and minor. Asked if I was done pretending to be a gay man,,”

Montero frowned, leaning over the cat to hug him from behind. He pet his messy hair as silence washed over them. Grif hid his face in his arms, and his tail hung limp.

“You’re not pretending, Grif.”

“I know.”

“You’re my boyfriend. I’m only attracted to men so you have to be a man.”

“I know.”

“You don’t owe them anything.”

“Hic I know.”

“Oh, Griffin.”

Montero manhandled Grif to sit up then to get off the chair. It was easy to drag him to the dark living room to lay down on the couch. Grif curled against the dog’s chest, wrapping his arms around the thinner man. The dog ran his fingers through his lover’s hair as Grif cried against him.

It felt like hours when the sobbing finally stopped; Grif’s body relaxing against the other. His eyes were beginning to droop. It was getting close to four in the morning by now.

“Get some sleep, dear,” Montero said in a small voice. “We can talk about this tomorrow, okay?”

Grif nodded and spoke softly, “Okay.”

“And Grif.”

“Yes?”

“I love you, my handsome boyfriend.”

“,, Love you too, Montero.”

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Cramps

Summary: Montero(Powerline) Returns home to his boyfriend on the ground, not wanting to move. Character: Powerline (Montero Taylors), Grif Plagues (OC) Word Count: 510

“I’m home!”

The house was quiet minus the sound of the living room TV. It wasn’t uncommon for Grif to prefer the house to be quiet so it didn’t surprise him. What did surprise him was what Grif was doing.

“You okay?”

Grif looked up from the floor as Montero leaned over him. He was laying flat on the ground, hands resting on his stomach; his eyes seemed watery.

The dog frowned and sat down by the other’s head, moving it to rest it in his lap. He ran his fingers through the younger’s hair, and the cat leaned against it. A soft purr came from his chest.

“Hurt,,”

Montero tilted his head before glazing down at his stomach, where he was holding it. He nodded, leaning down and kissing his forehead.

“You need something?”

Grif shifted a little to get a better look at the older one. “Nah,, I took medicine a while ago, just,, waiting on it to kick in.”

The dog nodded. “Want to move to our bed?”

Grif thought about it, debating on if he wanted to move or stay. “Help me?”

Montero nodded and got off the floor before reaching down to grab his boyfriend’s hands. A groan left Grif’s lips as it was pulled off the ground.

The dog helped the cat down the hall of their apartment to the bedroom, going as slow as the other needed. He looked tired so it had probably been cramping for a while now.

Grif had the habit of waiting until the last minute to take any kind of medicine. Whether it was for a headache or a cold or period cramps. It alway became an issue early in his periods when his cramps would get bad.

Their bed was a lot softer than the hardwood floor, and Montero helped Grif get up on the bed. Grif began to purr again as his boyfriend slipped into bed with him.

“Spoiled,” the older one teased.

Grif chuckled softly at this as he shifted to lay on his side. “Not my fault I have a boyfriend like you,” his ears twitched as Montero kissed his forehead. “So, how’d the meeting go?”

The dog sighed as he ran his fingers through the other’s hair. “It was okay. I got a few songs approved so I’ll be working on those soon. Planning tours are rough though.”

“Oh yeah, you’re doing a southern tour in a few months, right?”

“Yeah, and you have to stay here.”

“Sorry,” the cat gave a small smile, “but I’m graduating soon. Two more semesters.. Maybe three, I forgot.”

“Soon,” Montero mumbled as he wrapped his arms around the other. “Soon can’t be soon enough.”

The cat hummed in agreement as he shifted a little to get more comfortable. Its tail wrapped around his boyfriend, and it began to close its eyes. Montero watched him for a few moments before chuckling softly. Nap time, huh? He closed his eyes too and fell asleep to the sound of the living room tv and the purring of his boyfriend.

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Period

Summary: Struggling to wake up in the morning, Varen slowly realizes what it means. Characters: Varen(OC), AZ Word Count: 550

"Mon chéri?"

"Nngh."

"Mon chéri, it's time to wake up."

Varen wrapped his arms around his pillow and buried his face in it. He kept his eyes shut as he felt fingers run through his hair; a whine left his lips with each tug at a tangle.

"Varen,,"

The man finally let out a groan, rolling over on his back. He opened his eyes, blinking at the sudden light in his vision. He looked up at the blurry face of his lover.

"AZ,,"

AZ moved his hand from his hair to his cheek. He rubbed circles with his thumb. Varen hummed, leaning into the warmth with a smile.

"Mon chéri, it's time to get up."

"Nngh," groaned Varen, rubbing his eyes.

"You're struggling this morning."

"I'm just tired," he mumbled loud enough for the other to hear.

The man sighed, finally pushing himself up to sit. He continued to rub his eyes as his hair fell over his shoulder. Varen let out a hum as AZ slipped on his glasses for him. He saw Floette on AZ's head as his vision began to clear.

",,my back hurts," he huffed, shifting a little in his seat before wincing.

"Ah, it's that time, isn't it?" AZ questioned

Varen raised the blanket up and winced again at the sight, "Why can't this start during the day?"

AZ leaned down to press a kiss on the man's forehead. "Go take a bath. I'll wash up."

"AZ,,"

"I don't mind. Soak as long as you need."

Varen didn't have the energy to argue anymore as he slipped out of bed and ended up in the bathroom. He removed his clothes, nose scrunching up at the sight of blood on his pajama pants. He threw them to the side, turning on the water. He waited for a moment for it to heat up before he slipped in.

The water felt nice on his body, heating him up in the right places. He leaned his head against the rim of the bath, resting one hand on his stomach. Still tired from just waking up, he began to doze off again. He didn't notice his lover stepping in the side of the bathroom. Nor did he notice AZ bring over a small foldable table, placing it beside the tub. He placed a teacup down and leaned over to place a hand on his cheek. Varen groaned.

"Mon chéri, please don't fall asleep in the tub."

Varen huffed, reaching up to rub his eyes. AZ continued to kneel beside the tub with a small smile. The two stared at each other with smiles for a moment."

"I brought you some tea. I'll take care of the hotel alone today. Take it easy."

"Flo!" Floette floated down to rest on Varen's head.

"Floette here decided she wants to stay with you. If you need something, send her to get me."

"Hmm, alright," mumbled the younger man, not having the energy to argue.

AZ leaned down and captured his lips with his own. "Je t'aime, mon chéri."

"Je t'aime aussi, mon cœur. I'm going straight to bed again when I get out."

AZ chuckled, capturing his lips once again before he stood up. He took hold of his cane and left the room, leaving his lover and Floette in the bathroom.

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Meeting Again

Summary: Hearing rumors of a tall man in Kalos after the events of XY, Varen decides to take the time to visit. To see if his assumptions are correct. Characters: Varen(OC), AZ Word Count: 518

The sun was bright in the sky as the man stepped into the town. It's been years since he last stepped foot into this small town. Geosenge Town was now in ruins. That,, thing shattered this town before a child brought a stop to it.

The man let out a sigh, stopping at the base. His Yamask hung over his shoulder as his Aegislash escaped from his Poké Ball. All three stared up at the Ultimate Weapon. Something they thought they would never see again. Something that changed all of their lives forever.

His eyes softened once he finally looked away, reaching up to rub his face. He pushed some hair out of his face, beginning to walk around the weapon. He took his time, taking in the evening sun. His Pokemon followed at his side.

By the time he made a full circle around the weapon, another man stood in front of it. He stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight while debating his next action. Yamask and Aegislash perked up, staring at the man. His eyes fell on the small fairy type by the other's side.

Finally, he decided his next move, watching forward. Closer and closer to the man. He stopped and turned towards the weapon. He crossed his arms, tilting his head up to look at the large man.

"You have her back," his voice was small as his eyes followed the Floette.

The Floette floated down in front of the younger man's face. She opened her mouth slightly in surprise before flinging herself forward to throw her arms around his face. The man smiled softly, raising his hand to give her a single-handed hug.

"Hello there, dear," he spoke in a soft tone, watching as Floette floated back. She looked at the Yamask on his shoulder.

"Flo?"

"Yam Yamask."

Floette reached out to hold one of Yamask's hands in hers. They smiled at each other.

"Aegi!"

"Floette!" she greeted the other Pokemon.

The older man looked down at the other as the Pokemon interacted. ",,,what should I call you this time?"

The man looked up and smiled. "Varen. Varen Harrison."

"The Galarian champion?"

"Heh he, the one and only," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Heh, it's wonderful to see you again, AZ/"

AZ reached down to place a hand on Varen's cheek. He rubbed circled with his thumb, eyes softening as the man leaned into the touch. "You're as beautiful as the last time I saw you."

"And you too. You,, look happier," Varen replied.

"She came back."

"She did."

"Floette?"

Varen held a hand out for Floette to sit on. Yamask clung around his neck, and Aegislash nudged his free hand. He placed his free hand on his Pokemon's hilt, right above his eye. He smiled, looking back up at AZ.

"We're together again. We all are. It's been far too long."

"Hm, it has," AZ hummed, leaning down. "And I don't plan on losing any of you any time soon."

Varen chuckled softly, "Agreed." He stood on his toes to make up the distance, pressing their lips together.

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Elder Scrolls

Skryim

Jasper and Julan Meet

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Jasper and Julan Meet

Summary: A meeting between an Ashkhan and a traveling Nord. Character: Jasper(OC), Julan Kaushibael Word Count: 372

Rain wasn't common in Morrowind. The man was used to the lack of rain by now, though he did miss it, He would prefer the rain of Skyrim to the ash storms for Morrowind.

The Nord pulled his scarf closer to his face, covering his mouth and protecting his eyes. he glared ahead as he forced himself to keep walking. To find protection from the ash, to try not to breathe too much of it in.

"Hey, Outlander!"

The man looked over and squinted to try to see the owner of the voice.

"Over here! This cave is safe!"

The man thought about it for a moment before shaking away any thoughts of doubt in his head. He could hold his own in a fight if it came to it. For now, he trusted the voice he couldn't see the owner of and walked in the direction of it.

"Man, that one snuck up on us," the older man said, walking further into the empty cave. Long hair pulled back with both sides shaved. Piercing and tattoos covering his body. From the way he was dressed and presented himself, the Nord could tell he was an Ashlander.

"Are you alright, Out-" The dunmer stopped mid-sentence as he turned around to get a good look at the Nord.

The Nord stared back at him, green eyes shun through dirty, ash-covered glasses. As the man pulled his hood and scarf down, the Dunmer could see the red dots covering his face. Too near for war paint and looked too much like the freckles on his skin to be tattooed on. The Dunmer's eyes went upward towards the horns growing out of his head.

"I'm fine. Thank you," The Nord said, giving a small smile while flashing his fanged teeth. "Name's Jasper."

The Dunmer cleared his throat, deciding against commenting on the strange features. Even as he saw the man had a tail, that was curling around his leg as they spoke.

"Julan Kaushibael. A new traveler?"

The younger man chuckled. "Yeah. Well,, it's a long story."

Julan sat on the ground, leaning against the cave wall. He motioned for the other to sit by him with a grin. "We have time."

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Late Night Talks

Summary: A conversation between two teammates who can't sleep. Characters: Laios Ingellvar(OC), Lucanis Dellamorte Word Count: 409

“Trouble sleeping?”

Laios jumped at the sound of the voice. He turned to see Lucanis stepping out of his pantry room. His eyes shifted back to the kettle he was waiting to boil.

“Yup, another restless night. You?”

Lucanis chuckled. “Like always. Enough water in there for a coffee?”

A small smile came to Laios’s face. “I can spare that. One coffee and one tea, coming right up. Hope I can get it right this time.”

Lucanis chuckled, sitting down at the table to watch the qunari work. He normally was the one to make their late night tea and coffee; he rarely slept nowadays. Not with Spite trying his damndest to take over his body. He noted the other looked more shaky than normal.

“Hope this is drinkable,” Laios joked, placing the mug down in front of him. He took his own seat beside the other.

“I’m sure it is fine,” the crow replied before taking a sip. “See?”

“So I’m getting better at making coffee. Good to know”

Laios leaned back in his seat with his own mug in hand. Tea was his drink of choice. It reminded him of simpler times. Back in the Necropolis growing up. Back to his young adult years. Back to,,

“Is your stomach hurting?”

“Huh?” Laios snapped out of his thoughts.

“You are holding it. Are you ill?”

The qunari looked down at his stomach. Sure enough, his free arm clutched it; hand gripping onto the fabric of his pajamas.

“Laios?”

“I’m fine, Lucanis. Just,, I’m just,, I’m thinking of my children.”

“You’re a father?”

“Yeah, they’re six. Beautiful little girls. I haven’t seen them in almost a year, since Varric recruited me.”

Lucanis placed his mug down and reached a hand over to rest on Laios’s shoulder. The younger one remained quiet for a moment before placing down his own mug.

“This stays between us.”

“Of course.”

“I had my children when I was still a woman. Was married up. Divorced down, my ex isn’t attracted to men, no hard feelings. But now,, man,, sometimes I still feel the pain in my stomach I had while in labor. Especially when I think about the future. I want a better future for them.”

The crow’s eyes softened as he gave a squeeze. “With you around, I’m sure their future will be bright.”

Laios looked over, meeting his eyes. He smiled. “Thank you, Lucanis.”

“Of course.”If only that thought was right,,

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Period Pains

Summary: Kept up once again through terrible pains, Gale does the one things he could think of going Characters: Gale Hawke (OC), Anders Word Count: 994

Gale stared up at the ceiling of his uncle’s house. He was used to sleeping on the floor by now. From his life with his old gang to the over year he and his family have been in Kirkwall. As the only living man of the family, he slept on the hard wooden floor. For his mother and little sister to share the bed Galmen gave them to sleep on.

His sister and mother were fast asleep, and he could hear Galmen awake in the main room. He tried to sleep. He really did, but his period had other plans. He felt like someone stabbed him in the stomach and twisted, and he knew very well how that felt.

Finally with a groan, he pushed himself up off the floor and stumbled out of the room. Galmen looked over at him from the fire pit, and Gale gave a quick wave for a greeting.

“Going somewhere?” His uncle asked.

“Can’t sleep,” Gale mumbled, trying his best to show the pain he was in. “Just going for a walk. Shouldn’t be gone long.”

Galmen didn’t question him as Gale grabbed his blades and stepped out. The cold air didn’t bother him as much as it used to; he found it comforting in a way. It reminded him of simple times back in Ferelden. Before he decided the best thing he could do looking as elfish as he did was run away.

The man knew exactly where he was going. Down to Darktown, where his friend ran a clinic. Every now and then, he had to take a few moments to breath and rest before getting enough energy to continue his walk. With now one around, he took deep breaths and clutched his stomach.

Gale was lucky that the streets weren’t bust that night. Very surprising, but also very welcomed. He had no issues walking through Darktown, and he was very thankful when Ander’s Clinic came into view. It was still open.

Anders looked up at the sound of footsteps, clearly tired but also unable to sleep. His hair looked extra messy, and the torch nearby him made his few grey streaks more noticeable. Gale gave a quick smile as he leaned against one of the tables.

“Gale? What brings you down here at this hour?” questioned the mage, standing up to walk over.

“Came to see you,” Galed forced out a chuckle. “I had a question for you.”

Anders frowned as his eyebrows furrowed. “Again, I must ask, at this hour? It couldn’t have waited until morning?”

In the back of his head, Anders heard a thought that didn’t belong to him but to Justice. I smell blood. Anders’ eyebrows furrowed more as he glanced over the rogue. He didn’t see blood.

“Do,, you have anything for,, cramps?” Gale questioned.

“Cramps? What kind?”

Gale looked away and mumbled just loud enough for Anders to hear. “Mentersual cramps,,”

Anders thought about it before nodding. His expressions softened a little. “I should. Let me check.”

He turned and walked over towards his medicine. He gave Gale one more glance, watching as he gripped the table. His knuckles were white from gripping so hard, and he couldn’t look up from staring at his feet.

“Does Bethany get bad cramps? Should I make sure to keep something on hand for her?” Anders tried to break the silence, but he didn’t get an answer. He looked over his shoulder. “Gale?”

“Huh, you said something?” Gale snapped out of his trance.

Anders’ eyes softened, wondering what had gotten into him. “Does Bethany get bad cramps?” He repeated. “Do I need to keep medicine in stock for her?”

Gale took a moment to respond. “No,” he bit his lip. “She doesn’t. But, um,, I do.”

Anders paused, mid reach for his mortar and pestle. Gale couldn’t meet his eyes, staring down at his feet while focusing on his breathing. The mage turned to properly face him.

“You?”

“Yes,, Is that an issue?”

Ander walked over to the other man. He grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the table. Gale’s legs were shaky with each step. Neither of them said anything as Anders pushed him into one of the old cots he had.

He turned around and back to his medication. He hurried to mus the pain medicine and gave it to Gale to drink. Gale gagged at the first sip but didn’t complain as he finished it on a few quick gulps.

“Should it be?” Anders questioned as he pushed the man back to lay on the cot. Gale watched him with tired eyes, “I told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I believe bodies and souls are different. You have the soul of a man but was born with the body of a woman. That’s a man to me.”

“Anders,,”

“Stay here tonight. You can barely stand, and I won’t let you fall on your way back home on my watch.”

“But-”

“No buts,” the mage cut him off, moving to rest a hand on his lower stomach. He felt the man tense under him for a moment, but he relaxed as he felt the heat coming from the hand. “Sleep. I’ll do this until you fall asleep.”

“I,,,” Gale opened his mouth to argue, but decided against it. “Thank you.” He relaxed on the old cot, allowing his eyes to droop. Sleep took him not long after.

Anders watched him as he slept, deciding against moving his hand away right away. In the back of his head, he heard Justice’s noise.

This man means much to you. How do you truly feel about him?

Anders thought about it before mumbling. “I don’t know.”

In the morning, Bethany walked into the clinic, looking for her brother. She found him fast asleep with Anders asleep, head resting on his stomach. She stared for a moment before turning and leaving the clinic, allowing them to sleep for a moment longer.

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Dragon Age Masterlist

Dragon Age 2

Period Pains - Gale Hawke/Anders

Veilguard

Valentine's Day 2025 - Viola de Riva/Illario

Late Night Talks - Laios Ingellvar/Lucanis de Riva

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Valentine's Day - 2025

Summary: A fluff moment between Viola and Illario during Viola's first pregnancy Characters: Viola de Riva[OC], Illario Dellamorte Word Count: 396 Note: This takes place after these two stories I posted on my Toyhouse and have yet to post here. Her Sweet Kiss and Extraordinary Things

"Illario? Why are you up so late?"

Illario looked up at the voice; a welcomed distraction. His eyes landed on his lover, his wife, Viola. She stood there in the doorway with a blanket draped over her shoulders, holding it tightly with her two hands. Her slowly growing out hair lay over her shoulders, covering her bad eye. Her extended stomach poked out of the blanket.

The person made its way over to the man. Illario pushed the chair back and sat up straight, giving the other plenty of room to sit in his lap. It laid its head on his shoulder.

"Just some paperwork for the shop. Inventory stuff. I'm almost done," he explained, resting his hand on his lover's stomach. "What are you doing up?"

Viola yawned, fangs showing for a moment like a cat's yawn. "What do you think? Your child is keeping me up."

"My daughter? No, she wouldn't do that," he mused, reaching up to brush some hair out of her face.

"My son would."

The two had a minor bet going on about whether they would have a girl or a boy. Illario was dead set on having a daughter, and Viola thought they would have a son. Mother's intuition, she would say when asked why. They could find out the gender if they wanted through magic, but they decided to wait for birth to see.

"Come to bed," it mumbled, eyes beginning to drop.

"But-"

"Your son demands it," Viola grumbled.

Illario smiled softly, watching Viola's head being more limp on his shoulder. He couldn't say no to those eyes. "If little Céline demands it, who am I to say no?"

He shifted so that he could place one arm under her legs and one hand on her back. With a grunt, he stood up with her in his arms. By the time he got to their bedroom, Viola was already nearly asleep. The moon was high in the sky. He laid her down on the bed and kissed her head. She grumbled a little as she pulled the blanket close.

Illario slipped into his side of the bed and wrapped an arm loosely around its midsection. Viola's tail curled around his leg, making sure he wouldn't leave to work again. The man couldn't help but smile as he finally closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take over.

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Cora's Birthday - 2025

Summary: A moment between Cora and his ma, Gator, as Cora comes to realize herself Characters: Cora [OC], Gator [OC] Word Count: 727

He stared at himself in the mirror. He wore nothing but his underwear: boxers and loose bandages around his chest. He really didn't need the bandages; his chest was flat after all. But he couldn't handle looking at himself without it.

The teen glanced behind to his bed, debating which outfit he wanted to wear. The choices were between a dress and a shirt and skirt combo. They were both cute, and he wouldn't mind wearing either of them. At the same time, there was something in the back of his mind, wondering if he really should wear them.

After all, he was a man. Should a man be wearing these types of clothes? The crew didn't care, and Mitya was his biggest defender when he was called a girl. However, Rosi liked being called a girl. It made him feel nice, and he wished,,

The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he looked over at the door. His ma stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Their eyes met for a moment before Rosi looked away.

"Your brother said you haven't left your room today. It's nearly noon. Want to tell me what's keeping you?" Gator asked, sitting down on his bed.

Rosi crossed his arms, moving to lean his back against the wall. He slowly slide down with a frown. They sat in silence for a while. Gator stared down at her younger son, waiting for an answer.

"Rosinante-"

"I don't like that name," the boy cut her off, still unable to look at her.

Gator stared down at her son, thinking about the words in her head. She reached up to tuck some hair behind her ear. Her eyes softened. "Okay,, what should I call you then?"

The teen looked up at the woman. His expression made it look like he was debating the question in his head like he never thought he would come out and say it. He looked away again, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"I,, like Cora."

Cora,, the shorter version of Corazon. The code name of the man the teen was named after. Gator remembered talking to Law when the boy was younger about how he got the name. To go from one name to another, both belong to the same person. It fit.

"Cora. Cora. Cora," Gator repeated the name, letting her mouth get used to the new name. She nodded. "Alright, Cora, is there something you wish to talk about?"

"It's just,," Cora spoke, reaching out his hand to stare at it. "Am I a boy?"

Gator tilted her head a little, opening her mouth but no words came out. She remembered years and years ago how she asked her own father that question. It felt strange. Being the one the question was directed to.

The woman got off the bed and reached down to Cora. Cora stared at her hand for a moment before placing his hand in hers. Gator pulled him up and stopped him in front of the mirror.

"You know I was born a boy," she said, leaning down so that they could both see themselves. "I was about your age when I realized something was wrong. I never felt right in my body, and it took a talk with Dad to realize why. I wasn't a boy. Now,, how do you feel?"

Cora remained quiet as he stared at his reflection. Gator stepped away to grab the dress from his bed, looking over it. She turned once more, moving to hold it in front of the teen. She hummed softly.

"This makes your eyes pop," the yonko mused.

"I'm a girl" the teen finally whispered, feeling tears beginning to form in her eyes.

Gator smiled softly at her through the mirror. "I really do think you look so pretty with this, my daughter. Why don't you get dressed and come introduce yourself to the crew? Does that sound good?"

"It does."

The yonko kissed the redhead's forehead, letting her take the dress into her arms. "Take your time. I'll gather the others."

Cora watched Gator walk out of the room, holding the dress against her chest. A smile came to her lips as the door closed. Her heart swelled at the realization her Ma helped her come to, and she couldn't wait to finally be herself from now on

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Ridley/Rath Support Fic

You can read this support style here

C Support

Battle was always wild. No one ever knew what would happen in a moment's notice. It’s dangerous for people who weren’t fighters, those who were defenseless on the battlefield.

“Augh!” Ridley held his arms up for protection as a sword slashed at him.

A loud clang rang in his ears, making him look up. His eyes landed on the brown coat of a horse. His legs stood as he looked up at the owner of the horse. The green haired Sacaen looked down at the tactician.

“...Are you hurt?” Rath questioned.

Ridley glanced down at the horse in front of him before looking back up at him. “Um, n-no.”

“You’re shaking,” Rath leaned down to get a better look at the man.

The manakete swallowed. “Heh, heh..” He shifted and took a step back. “Yeah, yeah, um, it’s,,”

Rath raised an eyebrow as he moved his horse to get a better look at him. “What?”

Ridley stepped away again as the horse got closer to him. “Pl,, please keep your distance.”

The Sacaen paused, staring down at him. He looked away. “..Fine,” he said before walking away.

The man watched him walk away, processing what happened and what he said. “Wait-” his expression changed, being horrified at what he just said. “Wait, that’s not what I meant!”

It was too late. Rath was back fighting again. “Oh man..”

B Support

Ridley looked around the battlefield, rubbing his thumb over his cane. His eyes lit up when he saw Rath was nearby. It had been a few days since their last conversation. A conversation that haunted Ridley.

He took a deep breath and walked closer to the man. He was busy in battle and didn’t notice the tactician walking closer.

“Rath, there you are.”

Rath glanced down at the man. “... …”

Ridley stopped a decent ways away. “I want to talk about what happened the other day.”

Rath raised an eyebrow and looked away. “,, You told me to stay away. I’m doing that.”

The manakete rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’s, um,, It’s, um-” His eyes kept looking at the horse then back at the ground.

“What?” Rath looked back.

Ridley gripped his cane tightly. “Imterrifiedofhorses!” He said quickly.

The Sacaen tried to make out the words, eyebrows furrowing together. “... What?”

Ridley looked away. “I’m,,” He glanced up at Rath, trying to avoid looking at the horse. “It’s the horse, not you.”

Rath raised an eyebrow. “... My horse?”

“...” Ridley nodded. “I’m,, deathly scared of them,,”

Rath watched the man, processing the words. He caused his horse to walk closer to the man.

Ridley’s face dropped. “Ah! Step away! Step away!” He squealed.

“,,, I see,,,” Rath thought about it before leaning down. He held a hand out. “Give me your hand.”

Ridley stared at the horse but still gave his free hand to the Sacaen, who pressed it against the coat of the horse. His hand was sweaty.

“... …”

“... …”

“Eep!” Ridley pulled his hand away. “No, no, no!” He stepped away. “Can’t do it! I’m sorry!” He turned and rushed away to another safe place in the battle.

“... …” Rath watched him leave

A Support

“... …”

“... …”

Since the first time Rath got Ridley to touch his horse, he got him to try to keep his hand on her for longer. It took a lot of convincing, but the tactiction finally agreed to it.

“,,Can,,,” Ridley gulped. “,,, I let go now?” He looked ready to cry.

“Fine,” Rath agreed, pulling his hand away and allowing Ridley to do the same. “That was a new record.”

Ridley took a step away from the man, from the horse. “They still terrify me,” he said in a small voice. “I don’t like them.”

Rath watched him for a moment. “,,, Heh.”

The mankete looked up, tilting his head. “Was,, was that a laugh?” He questioned.

“Yes,” the Sacaen leaned down, getting a better look at the man. “It’s amusing watching you around my horse,” he admits. “You’re scared, yet you still touch her. Why?” He tilted his head.

Ridley thought about it, looking down at his skirt. “I,, I feel brave around you,” he said in a small voice.

“Hm?”

“I don’t know,” he continued, looking back at the green haired man. He still did his best to not look at the horse in front of him. “With your hand on mine, it makes the horse more,, bearable?”

The manakete tilted his head, looking down at his free hand. He rubbed his thumb against his cane. “I still don’t like them, but with you,,,”

“Yes?” The Sacaen questioned, sitting tall on his horse.

“With you, it’s fine, I guess,” Ridley admits, smiling softly. His face heated up. “I can stand them,, some.,” He looked at Rath. “It’s silly, isn’t it?”

Rath watched him for a few moments, processing the words. A small smile came to his lips. “No, no, it's not,,” His cheeks turned pink. “I could help you more after the battle.”

A small laugh left the mankete’s lips. “If I didn’t know you better, I would think this was your way of asking me out.”

“... …” Rath stared down at him, and Ridley started up at him.

“... …” His eyes widened. “Oh,, OH! Yes!” He said with a little too much energy.

“What?” Rath questioned, wanting to make sure he was hearing right.

Ridley took a hesitant step closer. “I’ll go with you!” His eyes glanced down at the horse, and he gulped. “E,,,even with the horse.”

Rath reached down and placed a hand on his head. “Heh, you’re amusing.”

The manakete flushed, stepping closer again. He used his cane to steady himself as he stood on his toes. Rath copied his action, leaning down. Both of their eyes closed as their lips met.

It was a quick kiss. They were still in the middle of a battle after all. The two separated and focused their attention on the battle. Their new relationship could be discussed later.

[plagues02]

Ridley and Oswin

C Support

Ridley: …

Oswin: …

Ridley: Oswin, the others need help. Why are you sticking around me?

Oswin: You’re a strange one.

Ridley: Hm? What are you talking about?

Oswin: You just showed up, and you remain so causal around everyone. Even the lords and ladies. 

Ridley: Heh, is that what this is about? You’re not getting anything from me so don’t get your hopes up.

Oswin: Are you hiding something?

Ridley: … How about we focus on the battle?

B Support

Oswin: Are you from Bern?

Ridley: Excuse me?

Oswin: I heard you mentioning once living in Bern to Lady Lyndis. I wonder if you are from Bern itself.

Ridley: So you’re not letting this go. No I am not from Bern. My homeland was a small kingdom no long on the map near Bern, but yes, I did live in Bern for about a year and a half.

Oswin: No longer on the map? You’re from,, Biran?

Ridley: Yes. I would like to change the subject. I do not have good memories of that place.

Oswin: Of course.

A Support

Ridley: Oswin, do you have a moment?

Oswin: Of course I have a moment for our tactition, What is it?

Ridley: It’s about Biran, my homeland, my kingdom.

Oswin: Your kingdom?

Ridley: Yes. I thought about it and decided keeping it in would make my feelings on that place worse. So I will answer your questions. My father was the king of Biran. He was a kind man driven to madness, which was the end of Biran as a kingdom

Oswin: You’re a prince? 

Ridley: Correct. That is why I feel so causal to Eliwood, Hector, Lyn,, Uther,, In a sense, we have the same status. 

Oswin: And your life in Bern?

Ridley: .. I was a tactition for the army. I am a deserter. Shortly after running, I was found by Lyn. After that, I think you know my story.

Oswin: Yes,, I do. That all is the past now, isn’t it? You’re now just Ridley.

Ridley: Heh, yeah. I’m just Ridley. My past is behind me. I will continue to support Lord Eliwood, Lord Hector, and Lady Lyndis with whatever they need.

Oswin: … Don’t call them that. It sounds weird coming out of your mouth.

Ridley: ,, Agreed

[plagues02]

Ridley and Pent Supports

C Support

Pent: Ah, Ridley. I wanted to ask you something.

Ridley: Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. What is it?

Pent: I saw you during our last rest alone, reading. A closer look, and I saw you were reading a book on magic. Are you a mage?

Ridley: Oh, um, I have dabbled a little. It’s common for little ones in my home village to learn magic so I know some. It never stuck.

Pent: Would you like to learn more? I would be happy to teach you.

Ridley: Heh heh, I’m sure you have much more to worry about than my interest in magic. Don’t worry about it, Pent.

Pent: Well, if you change your mind, come to me.

Ridley: Yes, I will. Thank you. 

B Support

Ridley: Pent, did you leave this book in my tent?

Pent: I did. I’ve already read it so I thought you may be interested.

Ridley: Well,, I did skim it, and yes, I think interested in it. Thank you, but why?

Pent: I’ve seen you as you read other magic books. You’re so invested, and I’ve seen you try a few spells. I think you should continue practicing.

Ridley: I see,,

Pent: Is something wrong?

Ridley: No, it’s,, It’s nothing. I’m just a little homesick is all. I remember sitting around the fire with my mother and other children as she read these types of books to us. That is all.

Pent: Where did you grow up? You don’t speak about your home much.

Ridley: ,,, Would you believe me if I say Valor?

Pent: Valor?

Ridley: Heh,, yeah.

Pent: Would you tell me about it,,?

Ridley: Gladly.

A Support

None

[plagues02]

Ridley and Serra Supports

C Support

Serra: Ridley! 

Ridley: Huh- Oof! Hey, Serra.

Serra: Heh heh. So,, Is there something you want to say to me?

Ridley: Heh, want to give me a hint on what you want to hear, kiddo?

Serra: Kiddo?! I’m seventeen, I’m not a kid!

Ridley: Haha! And I’m twenty-one. You’re a child to me.

Serra: Huff No, I’m not. Fine, I don’t want to hear it anymore!

(Serra rushes off screen)

Ridley: Heh heh, there she goes.

B Support

Serra: Grumble Grumble

Ridley: There you are.

Serra: Huh? You were looking for me?

Ridley: I was thinking about what you said earlier. When you asked if there was something I wanted to say to you

Serra: ,, And?

Ridley: Yes, there is something I want to say to you. Thank you.

Serra: …

Ridley: You help us through every battle as our healer, and you’ve gotten so many of us out of sticky situations. Without you, I’m sure we would have greater loss.

Serra: …

Ridley: Hm? Is that not what you wanted to hear?

Serra: I.. Well, then I should get back to it! Healing people and all

(Serra rushes off)

Ridley: Huh,, could have sworn that would have made her happy

A Support

Serra: Ridley!

Ridley: Yes?

Serra: Are you going to leave again?

Ridley: Huh? Do you mean after all of this? Where is this coming from?

Serra: You rarely stop, even when we’re not marching. Do you plan on staying after this is over?

Ridley: … To be honestly with you, I’m not sure. I’m sure Mother would welcome me back home if I returned, but also I want to see more of the world. I like traveling. Where is this coming from?

Serra: ,,, I don’t want you to leave. Please don’t leave.

Ridley: Huh,,, Serra, I can’t stay like you want, but I’m sure I will be able to visit even if I do leave. You’re a good kid, Serra, don’t worry about what I do. You’ll be fine.

Serra: Ridley,,,

Ridley: Now, let’s enjoy our time together, okay?

Serra: Okay

[plagues02]

One Piece - Trans Masc HCs 2

How They Bind / Do They Get Top Surgery Characters: Buggy, Crocodile, Corazon, Yamato, Ace One Here

Buggy doesn’t bind, and he also doesn’t care about top surgery. When someone asks him why he isn’t bothered by his chest, he would point out that because of his devil fruit, he can,, just take them off and put them away.

Crocodile rarely left his house without binding before he was able to get top surgery,, with the help of Iva. He would top surgery as soon as he could

Corazon used to just use a good sports bra most of the time during his marine training, but if he would ever go out for non marine stuff, he would bind. Cora gets top surgery about a year before going undercover.

Yamato doesn’t feel the need to bind. He never has, and he is fine with how he looks more feminine. If he had the chance, he would get top surgery, but at the same time, it’s not high on his need list.

Ace would prefer either not to bind or to use tape to bind. He doesn’t care if people see his bare chest or not. If given the choice, Ace would get top surgery