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A man who lives and works within the same four walls is a canary in a gilded cage. If the doors are open and he does not fly, then the bars are of his own making, and comfort is his foundation.
Wriothesley discovers that Neuvillette is touch-starved, and reaches out. However, to save a man who is self-imposed in isolation, he must be willing to reach back in reciprocation.
Written as a gift for the Wriolette Winter Exchange 2026.
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Zoro couldn’t stop staring at Sanji’s ankles.
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12 Jan 2026
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“I’ll do it,” Zoro interrupts.
The entire crew freezes mid argument and stares at him. What? Was he not even an option?
“You’ll do what?” Usopp asks.
“I said I’ll cook.”
Sanji falls ill, leaving Zoro to take up the mantle as the Strawhat Cook.
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30 Dec 2025
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a freeloader, a roommate, or a secret third thing by kj_crwn
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
23 Nov 2025
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Robert fills up the glass he's been trying to remove a questionable stain from and empties it in a fluid movement over his shoulder, enjoying the indignant squawk it produces before all noise ceases. Blessed silence.
"You gotta stop doing this near the sources of water," Robert comments lazily, turning around to lean back against the sink. He smirks at the sight of Flambae. Dripping wet, and eyes wild. Pathetic.
"Just you wait until I set you on fire in your sleep," Flambae says through gritted teeth, fingers twitching as if he's trying to summon his fire despite the water impairing him.
"Bringing kinky shit into the bedroom already?" Robert quips. He crosses his arms, not cowed in the slightest by the other's larger frame.
or; Flambae's apartment is destroyed during the attack. He forces his way into staying at Robert's instead.
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?
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