#and then babbling about ships that didn't happen

[usopps-devotee]

Not your fault

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, someone PLEASE give luffy a hug he needs it

@zoro-kun because you love angst

@euphofic because you also love angst as well as luffy

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Part 2: Burnout

It had been late and you were tired, unlike the rest of the crew who seemed to have boundless energy, you just wanted to sleep. Fight after fight, days with little to no rest, yet they still had the energy to party. You on the other hand went back to the ship to get some rest.

Luffy hadn't expected anyone to leave the bar, nor had he expected someone to come back to the ship when yall rented a room for the time spent on the island. He didn't hear the sound of you stepping on the deck of the sunny or walking up to him till it was too late to hide. Mortified as you stare at his tear-stained face, he's expecting you to tell him to suck it up, be a man, and so many other ways of telling him that his emotions made him weak.

Instead, you walk towards him slowly and carefully as if approaching a wild animal, holding your arms out for an embrace. You have no clue what's going through your captain's head, no one ever does, it's one of Luffy's many mysteries. All you know is he needs comfort, he looks like he wants to run, and knowing Luffy he just might. Seeing him hesitate you drop to the deck, not caring about the pain that shot through your already aching knees, arms still held out.

He's clinging to you in an instant, rubber arms pulling his body to yours, knocking the both of you over. His sniffles now sob as he cried into your chest, your shirt is immediately soaked in tears and snot but for the moment you could care less. You ran a hand through his hair, nails caressing his curls and scalp as his hat lay on the floor. Your other hand rubbed comforting circles in his back, slowly deviating in shape. You're startled by the small sorry that left your captain, you've never heard his voice so strained, so pitiful. Heart-shattering in a million pieces as you hold him tighter.

"It's okay Luffy, I promise. Let it all out, I'm here for you."

At that moment, whatever emotions he desperately tried to hold on to slipped through him like water. Years of guilt, anger, sadness, and who knows what else he may not have been able to express, are finally being felt. He's squeezing you so tightly in the back of your mind you're worried you might pop. You remind yourself that his ache is worse than yours, what you've injured for minutes, he's suppressed for years.

Eventually, Luffy lets you know what's on his mind, you're not even sure if he knows he's doing so. Babbling about his past and every mistake he's ever made, losing both sabo and ace, almost losing his crew, every time he's lost a fight, he even tells you about shanks losing his arm. All while blaming himself, blaming his incompetence, his arrogance, his weaknesses, his emotions, everything luffy perceived to be a flaw about himself. Choking on his own words while crying, between hiccups and gasping for air.

You had no clue he had been feeling this way, you doubted the rest of the crew did as well. Before this, you wouldn't have had a clue in the world about the stresses he holds on to. What thoughts keep him awake at night, what he fears more than anything else? Now more than ever you want to keep him safe from the rest of the world.

"If I wasn't so weak things would have turned out better."

"Luffy, it's not your fault. None of it is. Some of these things happened to you as a kid. Even with allies around that was stronger than you might have been at the time, not even they could have stopped what happened. It's not your fault."

Luffy finally lifted his head to look at you, he looked broken, the sight alone almost make you start to cry as well. Tears still flowing like rivers in Egypt, you're in denial about how much snot is covering the both of you. His eyes look over every detail of your face to look for a lie, to see the moment when the rug is pulled from under him and you become just as cold as everyone before. He doesn't expect you to place the straw hat back on his head and brush his hair out of his face, he doesn't expect you to pull him closer and kiss him on the forehead.

He's completely astonished when you tell him that it's okay. It's okay to be afraid sometimes, it's okay to have regrets, and it's okay to have made mistakes, and everyone does. He's never been able to let his guard down around anyone this much, he doesn't know what to do with all the trust he's placed in you. Luffy feels like he's been shattered and here you are picking up the pieces from so long ago.

Another sob racked through his body at your words, he's trembling like a leaf, and the only thing keeping him grounded is you. For years Luffy has been told by so many others his emotions are unacceptable. To hear you speak this truth so softly, so sweetly, he almost wants to deny it but he can't. He wants to cut in and say the things he could, or rather in his head, should have done. He wants to give a rebuttal to every claim that you've laid to rest. But he can't, he just can't.

There is logic to what you have to say, there's reasoning in your words he can't deny. If anything he's questioning all the others who told him not to cry, not to feel, not to express or let anything out. He's doubting what he's been taught, parts of him wonder what other lies he's been told, he'll have to ask you one day.

Slowly but surely he calms down, sniffling as he tries to catch his breath. Taking the time while he's off of your chest, you removed the soaked shirt, wiping away the rest of the tears and snot covering his face. "Why don't we get something to eat hmm? I'm sure the walk and some good food will help." He nods hesitantly, despite his lack of movement. You toss the shirt aside to worry about it later. For now, you're worried about the fact that Luffy's eyes had yet to leave the ground, and when they do he ask you a question that you could never deny.

"Can you hold me for just a little longer?"

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[toska-writes]

Welcome back bestie!! *muah muah* 💖💕 A humble request for my weary heart-- Some wholesome language barrier Wolffe X Reader 😔✨️ The 104th is tasked to assist another planet with natives who unfortunately don't speak galactic basic, and the boys are kept entertained watching Wolffe trying to communicate <3

Ahhh thank you lovely! *muah muah*

“What?”

Summary: all the pack could do was smile and nod, and maybe try to figure out what you wanted to tell them

Paring: Wolffe x platonic!reader

Warning: none just some fluff!

Word count: 1336 (Not proofread!)

Notes: I’m such a sucker for platonic Wolffe so I hope you enjoy this moot!

The second day of a recovery missions were normally Wolffe's favorite. If everything went to plan of course.

He could see the tense shoulders and demeanor from his pack, the mission the day before wasn't exactly a walk in the garden as initially planned.

Sinker seemed to be lounged comfortably leaning against Boost, a strange serious look on his face as sleep seemed to run from his grasp.

The rest of the boys were in no better shape since most of them were dragging their feet and moping about while trying to load the ships before departure.

The village that they rescued was still in sight as natives started banning today to remove some rubble that cluttered the streets.

"Get up boys let's go." Wolffe ordered with a gruff attitude marching past the boy searching for a few things along the way.

Boost opened his mouth as if he was about the argue with the commander but quickly decided against it.

Following quickly on their commanders heels, Comet was almost hit in the face with a rubber ball Wolffe through quickly over his shoulder.

"I thought we were packing up Commander?" Comet questioned shooting a quick glance at Sinker.

Wolffe only shook his head as he continued with much more pep in his step compared to his pack.

"We have time" was all the clone said without a glance back towards his battalion which he knew was following him.

The cool breeze with the now setting sun seemed to wash away much of Wolffe's worry, taking a huge breath in after his helmet was removed, Wolffe quickly offered his assistance to a man carrying a heavy looking box.

Young eyes seemed to follow the rest of the men how were now quickly tossing the rubber ball back and forth between ranks.

Comet was the first to try and offer their games to the local kids with an outstretched hand and a kind smile.

The small boy took the toy curious and spoke a very quick sentence the some friends that waited by.

"That was a mouth full huh kid?" Comet spoke watching the kid throw the ball to a friend.

The young lad smiled up at the clone and with another catch said something that was definitely not in galactic basic.

"This is gonna be fun yeah?" Sinker spoke allowed waving Wolffe over now.

An invisible weight seemed to be lifted off his shoulders as Wolffe watched his pack start up a few games with the younger natives on the planet.

Groups of about 2 clones and a few kids were seen sitting on the outskirts of the game, the younger looking kids babbling about whatever in the whole galaxy they wanted.

It was until a hand pulled at the kama that hung of wolffes waist. Immediately the clone was hit with a curious look and what seemed to have been a question.

Wolffe stood there looking for a second, not exactly sure what to do since he had no idea what just happened.

The kid continued to talk only this time taping the comm around Wolffes wrist and cocked their head to the side.

Kneeling down Wolffe held his wrist comm out while saying. "Curious in this kid? It's pretty cool I know."

Wolffe didn't know he was doing it subconsciously, but his normally gruff and sarcastic voice sounded lighter now.

You tapped his shoulder plate now looking over his armor. With an idea dawning on you, you tried to speak again to the clone still kneeling.

His eyebrows furrowed as Wolffe tried to watch your body language to get a hint if you were asking, or telling something. But the quickness at which you spoke confused him.

Another tap tap across his armor was accompanied by some more words. "Look kiddo you can understand me yeah?" He asked getting an enthusiastic shake of the head.

Of course you could.

You shook your head quickly as if laughing at him before point to yourself and telling him your name.

Wolffe gave a small smirk before trying to repeat the name in the same accent.

Pointing at Wolffe now he was almost confused if you were asking him if something. The small rise in tone at the end of your sentence suggested that you were asking him a question.

Crossing his legs and sitting with you fully on the ground now he said. "Wolffe, my name is Wolffe."

A giggle escaped your lips as you once again forgot the clone couldn't understand you, but with a quick solution you made the howling sound of a wolf and point back his way.

"Yeah you're right." He said with a smile forming bigger on his lips.

This time your gaze was directed at where the game between the 104th and the native kids was being held.

He was confused for a moment before he looked down at your waiting expression.

Unsure of what you wanted Wolffe said. "Them? Those are my brothers."

The kid face lit up now as what Wolffe could assume the equivalent of 'brother' was in your language.

Testing the foreign word on his tounge a few time, Wolffe found himself sounding it out with the kid in front of him until it was perfect.

Getting the hand signals down now and repeating the word brother your could point to your self and hold up 2 fingers

"Ahh I got that of what you're trying to say." Wolffe laughed ruffling your hair as he continued. "You can take some of mine if you want."

A few sporadic motions later and you got the clone commander understanding a few different words in the planet language.

The clone commander was far from perfect which he wouldn't admit right away, but the joy he saw as you taught him was priceless.

Wolffe was in the middle of repeating the syllables of what he could understand was supposed to mean Sunset when a pair of boots came stomping over.

In the arms of Boost lay a small boy tired from the activities before. With a large gloved hand cupping the boys head Boost said. "Learning some stuff are we commander?"

With a shrug and a playful eye roll Wolffe responded "you could say that.

The comm at each of the men's wrist as the familiar voice of Plo Koon sounded out.

"'My dear men, I'm not sure how thrilled the council will be if we are any more late than we already are. I suggest heading back to the ship now."

Sinker joined his standing brother quickly looking at Wolffe and his companion before both men turned to retrieve the others.

Wolffe glanced back at you as almost a disappointed look crossed your face. "Sorry kid, but thanks for teaching me a few things"

Wolffe stood before quickly helping you to your feet as well. In a moment you were on the larger man in front of you crushing him as hard as you could in the biggest hug.

For a moment more words spilled from your mouth before watery eyes met his own.

"Awe kid it'll be alright. I'll come back and visit you, we all will." He gestured around as the village started to pack up for the night.

With a sniffle you reached out once again and grabbed the wrist of the clone commander. In one swift motion you moved one of the weaved bracelets that adorned your wrist to his own.

He started at it for a moment before you spoke one more word to him. He would always recognize that word now.

Brother, you said.

With one last squeeze and a wave you ran off to join some of the other kids who were preparing to go inside.

The braclet stood out against his white armor, and with a quick pat of it Wolffe turned and headed for his ship home.

Little did he know little eyes continued to watch him, hoping that one day they would see the commander and his men again.

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[collegeishardbutwritingisharder]

Yandere Azul Ashengrotto x Little Brother Reader headcanons/short story (?)

Here is the third one of these for everyone's favorite octopus! This is probably the first one where you'll actually be a child! Congrats!

Trigger warning: It's yandere. It is its own warning.

Azul Ashengrotto

You and Azul are step brothers.

He was ten years old to your three years old when you and your father came along to the family.

He didn't really appreciate you being around. You were a babbling, drooling mess. But the feeling that he felt most about you was jealousy. Jealousy over your tail fin and the fact you weren't as chubby as he was at three years old.

Your father bonded pretty well with Azul over the fact that they were both quite interested in business but every time that you tried to play with Azul, he would just swim away and ignore you.

"Azul! Do you want to play with me?"

I swam up to Azul while we were swimming back home. I've always looked up to Azul and tried to be the best little brother that I could for him. But he never seemed to want to be near me.

"No."

"Oh. W-well, how about later we go visit the museum? I know that you enjoy seeing what they have there."

"No."

"Oh, well, what if we-"

"Listen, (Y/N). I'm too busy to hang out with you. Just go and bother someone else."

Azul's tone was colder than the water that surrounded us and harsher than the tide that brought down mighty ships. I stopped swimming while trying to get my tears under control. I've always wanted an older brother and I finally got one but he wants nothing to do with me.

You stayed out of the house longer. Plenty of your friends from school saw you swimming around and tried to get you to play with them but you refused. You wanted to try and become better for Azul.

Eventually, it got really dark outside and you decided that it would be best to go back home. Ever since you started living as a family, your dad and stepmom paid more attention to Azul and with good reason. Azul was better than you in every single way.

You swam through the front door to see your family playing board games in the living room before swimming into your own room. You had homework to get done anyway.

This repeated for many years. You would create amazing connections with the people at school before spending the rest of the daylight outside, reflecting on yourself and then coming back home late at night to do your homework.

School life wasn't hard at all for you. Many people at school were jealous of you. You knew everything about everyone, everyone looked up to you because of your charisma, your looks and the fact that your grades were perfect. Where everyone saw perfection, you only saw the useless brother that wasn't good enough for your family.

During your reflection time, you were able to hone the magic that you hid away from everyone. Your unique magic was the only thing that you weren't disappointed about.

"Cthulhu's Call" was a summoning spell. You could summon one of the world's most feared eldritch creatures at will and have it listen to your every call. You only used it once and that was risky in and of itself. Cthulhu wasn't small.

The rest of your magic was useful to protect your brother from his more sneaky bullies. The ones that the tweels didn't sense. The ability to control water and its tides was quite fun in swirling around the idiot mermaids.

"I'm home."

You said, knowing that nobody was actually wondering where you were or when you came back. Your father was animatedly talking about his work with Azul at the dining table while your stepmother was still out at her job.

Hearing your stomach growl, you decided that you could make some food for yourself before you got to work on your homework. You quickly found the ingredients for your favorite meal and got to work at cooking. You were so distracted with your food that you didn't hear Azul getting close to you.

"(Y/N)."

"Huh? Oh! Hiya, Azul!"

I quickly put up my friendly side. Nobody needed to know what accidently happened while I was out today.

"Where did you get that scrape on your arm?"

Crud. Azul noticed. How?! It wasn't like I was showing it off to the world. Just come up with a lie and you'll be good.

"Oh that! Well, I wasn't being careful at gym class today and some equipment accidently cut me. It was pretty bad but thankfully, plenty of students were willing to help me to the nurses' office."

That was such a lie. I got it when I was exploring a sunken ship that was about... 20 nautical miles away from the house. I wasn't actually allowed to go that far alone but I heard that the treasure hidden in it was worth more than anything. And oh boy, were they not lying! Gems, gold and plenty of other things were there! I didn't take anything but pictures.

"Hmmm. You know, your story doesn't line up with the story that Floyd told me earlier."

"Oh really? What did Floyd tell you?"

Why was Floyd Leech following me? I would have known if I crossed a tweel at some point in time. Floyd isn't quiet about that type of stuff.

"He talked about watching a mermaid that looked like you swim to a sunken ship that was about twenty nautical miles away from our house. But I know for a fact that that couldn't have been you right?"

I did not enjoy the look in Azul's eyes. He was trying to get me to crack like an egg. I've cracked before to try and get Azul to like me better but I've always gotten told on instead. That was the only time that I was given any attention from Mom or Dad. When I was being scolded.

"Nah! Of course not! Also I wouldn't always believe what Floyd talks about. He likes to drag reactions out of you."

"Hmm, you have a point. Okay, I just wanted to check."

Azul then left the kitchen but the look in his eyes told me that he wasn't going to drop what we were talking about. I guess that I have to stop my treasure hunts until Azul's suspicion clears up.

Thus brought an end to your treasure hunts.

Ever since Azul had brought up Floyd following you, you've noticed at least one of the Leech twins in the background watching you carefully. You figured that Azul must have them playing watchdog.

This continued on until you were nine. Azul and the tweels had to go to NRC and you couldn't have felt more relieved. The admiration that you once held for Azul had turned into paranoia and distrust since you heard about his unique magic and what he uses it for.

Your treasure hunts were back on and your magic was only growing stronger by the day. Also with the fun fact that you were quite interested in architecture and made sea castles that sea creatures could actually swim and live in.

You hadn't seen Azul for months until your parents decided that you were going to visit Azul up at NRC.

"But Moooooom, I still have school to go to."

"Nonsense, (Y/N). You won't be gone for long and besides, don't you want to see your older brother?"

I bit my lip, not wanting the truth to flow out. I still didn't trust Azul and I wasn't looking forward to seeing him once again. Stepmom grabbed my hands before swimming towards Father. He had three potions in hand, which were supposed to turn us into humans. This didn't sound like a blast at all.

Being on land was a nightmare. My parents apparently had become humans before in their life times so they knew how to use their legs but I had no idea on how to use these things. It was quite painful to walk and be held up by my arms. I've never wanted my tail back more than then. Eventually, we made it to NRC with me wobbling with every step.

"Mom! Dad!"

I turned my head to see Azul walking towards us and giving our parents a huge hug. He then turned his head towards me and gave me a huge smile. A shiver ran down my spine at that sight. Azul was never happy to see me.

"(Y/N)! How's my biggest fan doing?"

Azul then walked over to me and picked me up into a hug. I just blinked at him before putting a huge smile on my face. I had to hide my surprise because despite my actual feelings for Azul, I still presented the little brother who idolized his bigger brother.

"I'm doing fine! It's weird that you're no longer at home though."

I thought that after I responded, Azul would put me down and ignore me like what would normally happen at home. But he didn't. Instead Azul only brought me closer to his chest and held me like I was a tiny baby. I tried to struggle out of his grasp but it only tightened, preventing all and any movement from me.

I sent a look to our parents but they seemed to not notice the death grip that Azul had on me. I guess that they weren't even really expecting I would ever be given any attention from Azul.

I sat in Azul's arms for about twenty or so minutes. The conversation seemed to get longer and longer and more and more boring. This was the time that I wished I had my tail to swim to the deep depths where I was no longer a part of any of this.

"So, I was thinking that (Y/N) could actually stay with me at NRC."

What. I quickly looked at Azul as if he was crazy but he wasn't even looking at me. That's one way from nearly going to sleep to wide awake.

"One of my classmates has his little brother with him. I already talked with the headmage and he agreed full heartedly!"

"Oh my! What a kind offer! It'll be weird having an empty nest though."

It wouldn't be that different considering you never chose to acknowledge me in the first place.

"Nonsense! This will be good for (Y/N) as well! Getting a higher education than everyone else his age!"

Gosh dang it, Azul. Why did you have to listen to Dad when he talked about his job?

So, now you are an honorary student of NRC.

You were attached to Azul at the hip. Sometimes quite literally. Your brother wouldn't let you walk a good amount of the time and even got a child carrier for you.

Floyd and Jade loved to tease you about the fact that you were no longer as independent as you used to be.

"Azul?"

"Yes, (Y/N)?"

No matter how many times I talk with Azul now, I don't think that I'll ever get used to the fact that he sounds loving towards me. I'm so used to the apathy.

"I'm grateful for everything that you've done for me but why exactly did you convince your headmage to let me stay?"

"Well, when I first got here, I thought that I was blessed. New experiences and the perfect place to start my own business and no little annoying brother trying to get my attention at every moment of the day. But after about... five months, I realized that I was missing my biggest supporter. You were always there and looked up to me. So, I decided that it would be better if I kept you closer to me."

"I..."

I was shocked. Azul... actually wanted to hang out with me? After being closed off for six years?! This has to be some sort of ploy.

"Ehhhhh~! It's Rainbow-Chan~! How's it being Mr. Popular?"

I felt Floyd wrap his arms around my torso and lightly picked me up for a spin. Rainbow-Chan is his nickname for me because and I quote "Everyone likes Rainbow Trouts!"

"Well, if it isn't Azul's younger brother? It's a pleasure to see you again."

Jade's smile sent shivers down my spine. Despite me being thankful for them becoming Azul's friends, I've never really wanted to be close with them. They're very scary.

"L-l-likewise."

I'm going to keep my manners with them. I'd rather not risk the bodily harm that could come if I don't.

"Ehhhh~ Rainbow-Chan, how many treasure hunts did you do when we all left the ocean~? I know that you have."

Floyd's sing-songy tone dropped and his arms tightened dangerously around my torso by the end of his sentence. My guess is that when I first said that Floyd was lying, he took it as an insult.

"I-I-I..."

"Well~?"

"I found two sunken ships down at the bottom of a ravine filled to the brim with gold and other human objects."

"See, Azul~! I told you that Rainbow-Chan explored too far away from his home~ You should do something about it~"

"And I shall."

After the truth of your little excursions, Azul started to... train you for lack of better words.

If you went too far from him, Azul would make you stay with Floyd for the entire next day. Trying to keep up with eccentric Floyd and his dangerous mood swings was enough to have you crawling back to Azul's bed for some well deserved cuddles.

If Azul felt that you weren't giving him the praises that he expected from you, Azul would throw a tantrum and start threatening to tell Mom and Dad lies about you. The last thing that you needed were messages coming from home about how you should have been more well behaved for Azul. You've just learned that you should give him compliments for everything or if he did do something wrong, give helpful criticism.

You also became sort of a logo for the Mostro Lounge. More customers would come just to see you, sitting at the entrance to greet those who came to dine.

Everyone appreciated the natural charisma that radiated off of you. Except that it would trigger Azul's jealousy very easily some days. Other days, he could ignore it because of the money that people would give you. Today was not one of those days.

"Azul! Please!"

I was begging my brother. He was feeling quite jealous over the fact that many people were fawning over me. I hated when he was in these moods because I would get stuck with the worst person.

"You cannot talk me out of this, (Y/N). You should have known better than to be that friendly with the customers. Jade will help you remember from now on."

Jade was the cruelest person that you know. He would treat everything like it was a science experiment and had little regard to your health.

He would force you to try out different mushrooms that he didn't know the reaction that someone would have to. There have been many days that you just wanted to rip out your guts or just become sea foam.

The pain that would be forced upon you was the reminder that you needed. That Azul was the only bit of kindness in your life.

"Awww, is someone in pain? Does someone need their big brother's healing hugs?"

After the nightmare that was hanging out with Jade, I could barely walk. The pain in my stomach was almost paralyzing but I fought through it to reach Azul who was sitting on his bed with arms wide open.

I crawled onto his lap and relaxed my upper body against his. I felt his arms wrap around my waist. Azul whispered something and I felt magic start coursing through my body, washing away the pain. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes.

"There we go. All nice and relaxed. See, I wish that I could always be this nice with you but you keep breaking my heart. Do you know how painful that is, (Y/N)?"

I only shook my head. He has asked me that question before and I nodded my head. I refuse to remember what happened the next day.

"Of course you don't. Thus I try to help you understand but I can only show you a fraction of my pain. But you do understand that I'm doing all of this for you, right?"

I nodded my head, too tired to try and fight Azul.

"I knew you would understand. I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, Big Brother."

I felt a kiss be pressed to my cheek before I drifted into the world of sleep. I'll take any nightmares there instead of facing the one in the real world.

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[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, modern AU, where Arrax is a kid, Lucerys is his babysitter, Vhagar is an old veteran, and Aemond is a geriatric nurse)

Lucerys was told that he and Arrax were suppose to and visit Vhagar, Arrax's great grand aunt, the last of her siblings, in a nursing home. Apparently, there were signs of her getting weaker (or at least, weaker than she already was) and they'd like Arrax to at least spend time with her before she inevitably goes. Arrax's mother, Syrax, and his stepfather, Caraxes, were supposed to go with him, but an emergency call had them rushing to get out the door. Still, it would be nice for Vhagar to see their younger child.

And Lucerys, intrigued to meet someone who was at least a hundred years old, agreed. When they saw her in the nursing room, Lucerys froze. Vhagar was, in fact, old, but he expected a one hundred year old woman to be laying on the bed with IV drops, barely able to get out of bed. Hee expected her to be on life support with the way Syrax described her. He didn't expect to open the door to her doing lunges with weights. Aside from that, he noticed she was heavily scarred, from her face to her hands to even her feet. He even noticed she was missing a two fingers on her left hand.

She glanced at the door, seemingly uninterested, until she looked down to Arrax barreling towards her. Lucerys noticed her eyes lighting up, carefully dropping the weights in her kneeling position, and opening her arms so Arrax could quickly run to her arms.

She spoke in High Valyrian, her voice thick, powerful for someone her age. Lucerys watched as Arrax spoke, mixing High Valyrian words mixed with common, happily babbling away as he showed her his new stuffed toy, a pearlescent dragon with red spikes.

After he deemed it ok, Lucerys walked towards them. Once Vhagar glanced at him, he immediately greeted her in High Valyrian, surprising her. Not many people know the old language, the Doom, the string of erupted volcanoes, completely wiped Old Valyria off the map long ago, only few survived to ever know the language. They taught their younger generation everything they knew, trying to keep their culture alive through them, even intermarrying to keep their bloodlines pure, to never allow it to be erased. Vhagar was most likely a young girl when it happened, a live witness to the events that unfold, and Lucerys, the History geek that he was, was very interested to talk to her.

Just by his name, she could already tell he was of Velaryon descent. She was old friends with Velaryons, they often came to visit her for a while. She asked who is mother was. He quickly answered that she was a Targaryen. Vhagar huffed, saying he didn't expect the line of white haired brats to produce a Dornish looking boy. It stung a bit, questions of bastardy had always been a sore spot for him, but he shook it off when he saw that he moved on from it, too busy petting Arrax's hair while he babbled on about his school and his new friends. Lucerys placed the basket of treats on her bedside table, an Old Valyrian treat that Vhagar noticed, her eyes softening.

After a few minutes or so, Arrax was sleeping on Vhagar's bed, too tired from the ride and running around earlier on. Lucerys took that as a chance to talk to Vhagar. She was quite an interesting woman, and her life was very intriguing.

She confirmed that she was there, when the volcanoes erupted. She was only four, and it was so long ago, her memories were a bit hazy, but she still told him what she could remember. It was a young woman named Daenys, a Targaryen, who warned everyone of what was to come. Many people didn't believe her, saying that the volcanoes wouldn't erupt, not in such a catastrophic way she was predicting. At that time, Vahagar's family was a loyal friend to the Targaryens, and when they told them the volcanoes will kill them all, they were the first to believe.

Vaghar remembers being on the ship, miles away from Valyria, but the ship still shook from the eruptions. Her home was burning, but at least she and a few others were alive.

She doesn't remember much about their move, but they stayed with the Targaryens, and she made friends with their children. She was close to Visenya, closer to her than any of the others. They were both headstrong, fierce and loyal, ready to protect their own.

They had to be, in order to face the discrimination they endured. They had to flee quickly, and they weren't able to get as much money as they should have, leaving the once proud families forced to work. The Andals were not welcoming in the least, their customs and religions so unlike what they're used to. Some of the Targaryens were forced to change religions to continue to be able to work, and a war was brewing between the people of Westeros and Dorne. There were already offers of money and glory for soldiers, and they cared not much for the glory.

In Old Valyria, it was normal for the girls to fight alongside the men, but it was different in Westeros. She, Visenya, Rhaenys and Meraxes had to prove they could fight just as well so they could earn the money promised.

It was at that war that she lost one of her fingers, she gestured to her index. The Dornish killed Rhaenys, and she and the others went ballistic. She was not careful enough, and, well, she was lucky it was just her finger and not her entire arm. She petted Lucerys' hair, deep in thought. Lucerys was a bit scared she would start having flashbacks and start choking him, but she said that she was wrong about her earlier statement. He looked less Dornish and more like Aegon's brother, Orys, who carried the name Baratheon. He appreciated that.

Lucerys soaked all the information in. She spoke of his ancestors, knowing them personally. She told them of their lives, their little secrets. Did he know that Maegor loved Aenys, perhaps? Oh, his jealous rage when Aenys married someone else was so much like the tantrums he had when he was younger.

That was how they spent their afternoon, telling stories, mostly her recounting her life to him, and he told stories of his own, how their family rose to the top once more, how Vhagar's family was still close lines to hers. Then he asked, a bit delicately, why he never met her, despite their family being friends for years.

She looked sad all of a sudden, the usual energy she had earlier was gone. She looked like she was thinking if she should say something, but the door opened, and Lucerys froze.

His uncle also froze, his eye staring at him as if he wasn't supposed to be there. Aemond then glanced at Vhagar and took a deep breath, ignoring Lucerys and focusing on Vhagar. Lucerys went quiet, looking anywhere else but at them, focusing on Arrax instead, who surprisingly was still asleep. Oh, he is not sleeping tonight.

Aemond took her bp, gave her her dinner, and her medicine, and told her that her visitation time will end soon, before leaving the room.

Vhagar snorted when she noticed Lucerys was still looking at the door, making Lucerys blush at being caught.

She told him not to worry about it, that Aemond was just acting grumpy because he usually talks with Vhagar at this certain time of the evening, asking questions of his own. Lucerys wanted to ask what they usually talked about, but kept silent instead. He told her that him being cold to Lucerys was less likely about that and more likely because he cut out his eye years ago, intriguing Vhagar. He told her how he didn't even remember what the argument was about, that all he remembered was Aemond picking up a huge rock and aiming it at Jace, his older brother, and he acted out in pure instinct. He didn't expect Vhagar to laugh.

"So you're the little brat that brat was talking about." She cackled, leaving Lucerys confused.

She patter him on the shoulder, and told him not to worry about Aemond. She also told him that it was getting a bit late, and that Arrax should be getting home now. She hinted not to secretly that he'd like them to visit again some time.

He thinks he will.

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I'm free!! The exams are over and I'm free!!!🥳🥳🥳

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #vhagar is old but she knows something Lucerys doesnt #arrax is an energetic sweet boy #vhagar has all the tea

[toweroftickles]

Genshin Impact: Quiet in the Library

(Jean/Lisa Tickling Fic)

This was a request for @artistgirl20 that, like always, took longer than anticipated. ^^;

**a crash of thunder, overdramatic violin music** "I surrendered my crown for you, Chien! Everything that was mine, I gave to you!" Antoinette stood on the starboard rail of the mighty ship, tears streaming down her cheeks. The stars cried out to her from above, begging "Jump!" Chien faced her, his black locks slick with ocean spray. Frigid were his wolf-like eyes. "You knew what I was...my responsibilities! My family! My duty to my country surpasses any love I have for man!" Antoinette's lip trembled. "...or woman?" she whispered. Their lips crashed together in a tempest of passion and agony, and the thunderous sea waves, for all their sound and fury and majesty, could only stare with jealous eyes at the rapture before them. Oh, that Antoinette could summon their frigid depths to her and cool her trembling loins! The straps of her blouse unbuckled, seemingly on their own. Her back was against the wall. It was happening. And as Chien reached for her, their eyes magnetically locked, she felt a surge of tender embers stirring in her silken -

"Uh, Jean? What are you doing?"

**cymbal crash**

A startled yelp escaped Jean's mouth. The chair rocked and squeaked beneath her, nearly collapsing onto the floor until steadied at the last second. Who was…?!

…oh. Lisa. Duh.

The snug little cottage of Jean's imagination came crashing down around her ears, and in its place sprung up cool white plaster walls, columns upon columns of endless books, and a chessboard floor. Once again, she was sitting at one of the long tables in the Knights of Favonius Library, her fantasies interrupted by gubernatorial tedium.

After the surprise subsided, pangs of guilt rippled her brow. Her face buried itself in her palm. She was supposed to be out helping the local populace, not goofing around, but preparing everything for the Weinlesefest always tired her out. Too many business owners to corral, too many casks to brew, too many guards to train, too many windowpanes to decorate...

Blessed Barbatos; she could use a coffee.

"Hee-Hee. You look tired. What are you worried about now?"

"Nothing...nothing!" Jean scrambled to conceal the small purple novella in her lap. "Just brushing up on some vineyard history before I....Hey!"

Just like that the book was out of her hands. Lisa playfully yanked it away from her and began to leaf through the pages before she had a chance to object, much to the former's dismay. The cover's title, embossed in silver letters, read Above The Ebbing Waves, and underneath it was a woodcut illustration of two embracing figures on the edge of a cliff. The bookkeeper grinned broadly.

"Why Jean…sitting here with a romance novel instead of performing your knightly duties?! How saucy!” Lisa, hand on her heart, looked as if she might pretend to swoon. "And after all those lectures about my productivity..."

Jean grimaced. Ugh...That gleeful sarcasm was just killing her. She wasn't gonna hear the end of this one for a while. Embarrassed, she watched Lisa's fingertip trace across the book's inner cover, until it found the small ink stamp peeking out from behind the dog-eared pages.

"And wow...I never thought you'd be the type to keep a book checked out late."

That one stung. It was true...Jean had, knowingly and with malice of forethought, broken a rule. The world was officially ending.

"Right, I...I know! I'm sorry, it's not like that!" she broke out into nervous babbles. "You see, I hadn't quite had enough time to reach the ending, and I thought that if I sat in here and finished it quickly then you might..."

The truth was that she simply didn't want to part with the book's sensual, overwritten cheese. But amidst all of that nervous excuse-making, Lisa merely chuckled. It was almost offensive, how nonchalant she was. In fact, Jean wasn't sure what bothered her more...that she was caught reading spicy love stories on the job, or the fact that Lisa didn't seem to care in the slightest about her despicable crime.

The spellcaster leaned forward on the table, right into Jean's face, putting on her most comforting smile.

"Jean...this library is entrusted to me, is it not?"

"Well...yes, of course it is." Their noses were almost touching.

"Mm-hm. And what's my first rule here?"

Jean immediately sat at attention and spoke like a student taking a quiz. "Seventh Edition Rules section 1: Please be quiet in the library."

She looked up, expecting approval, and saw that Lisa was instead rolling her bright green eyes...with a twinkle of playful affection in them, sure, but rolling nonetheless. (Was that a rhetorical question?) Lisa walked around behind her back, her heels slowly clicking on stone floor.

“Noooo…the first rule in my library is: while you're here, you have to relax.”

Black-gloved hands suddenly clasped Jean's shoulders. She let out a soft gasp. A rubbing sensation spread across her back and her neck.

“Oh....Mmf…now, Lisa…”

“Shhhh. Shh. Just relax.”

Jean shuddered. Lisa's hands felt warm and soft as they massaged her tense muscles into butter.

"You're so high-strung. It's cute, but it's not all that good for you."

She couldn't help but smile at the remark. This felt nice; nicer than she wanted to admit. Spindly velvet claws tip-toed their way down her neck as graceful as a ballerina, smoothing over her capelet and up and down her shoulder blades, until at last they came to rest, right on the lip of her collarbone.

Those long nails…the light touch sent an embarrassed quiver down her body, and she exhaled quickly through her nose. Half-shy and half-elated, she took Lisa's hand, holding it at bay.

“Heh…hey, watch your hands; that tickles…” she sighed.

Uh-oh. Her eyes reflexively dilated. As soon as the words slipped out, Jean knew she’d made a mistake. Lisa's flirtatious chuckle pricked her ears. She could feel that evil "Wicked Witch of the West" grin staring down at her.

“Oh REALLY?”

“…No. Lisa, don’t.” Her pretty smile, relaxed for the first time all day, twitched conspicuously in the corners. Jean was giggling already, and no finger-wagging authority could hide it.

“Oh, sweetie, you should NOT have told me that.”

The sound of cracking knuckles rang out. Jean tried to hop up, but before she could stand, ten fingers reached down to her waist, held her still in her chair, and skittered all along her belly.

“Mmfff…Mm Hm-Hm! Hmhm! D-hon't do that!" The blonde knight struggled to keep her lips sealed and barricade the soft, sweet sputters with her hand. She didn't hate being tickled, but in public? This was embarrassing!

"You can't giggle in my library, Jean. Rule number 1, seventh edition." Oh, why did Lisa have to tease her so much?

"Hn-Hee! C-come on, cut it out; someone'll seehee us!"

"Then hush."

Those fingers...they were marching like little soldiers all over her torso. They played the drums down her lats, squeezing and plying so gently between every muscle; even her corset couldn’t protect her. She wriggled in her squeaky chair, desperately hoping that the nearby knight (who was in the midst of perusing a book titled The Handmaiden's Swan, and Other Dirty Jokes Overheard in Djafar Tavern) wouldn't meet her gaze. One girl a few tables down did notice the pair, but then quickly turned away with a playful smile. That was the worst part for Jean. Not the tickling...not the jittery nerves inside her tummy...but the possibility that another Mondstater might see this display of affection.

Gossip, you see, was quite the force of nature in this town.

“Ah Hn-Hn! Hn! It t-hickles!”

“Goodness; you’re even more ticklish than I imagined!”

Wait… ‘imagined?’ Had Lisa thought about this before? No, don’t be silly; she wouldn’t, Jean told herself. Why won’t she stop?!

"Hey...you want to see something fun I can do with my detection magic?"

"Lisa, don't you dahahare..." Jean tittered nervously, her snickers dancing on the end of her tongue. Her words resisted, but her tone, her smile, her eyes...those surrendered.

"Hm-Hm...I can find out exactly where you're most ticklish," Lisa purred. "Right........

.....abooouuuuut......."

"D-hon't; dohohon't..." Jean was about to erupt.

Her ribs...the right side, smack in the middle. The lower left side of her smooth tummy…a soft, squeezable handle just above the hipbone.

“….HERE!”

Both spots felt a sharp pinch. Fingertips dug in and wiggled firmly, kneading into those nerve clusters with skill and aggression, sucking Jean's breath right out of her...

...and that was it. She laughed. She laughed, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t stop.

But this was no ordinary tickling. Daggers of crackling static burrowed down through her clothes...Electro magic?!....and kissed her tingly skin in all those innumerable secret places that made her want to squeak. She was lighter than air, practically floating. Her hair stood on end, her arms and legs broke out in chilly goosebumps.

"Ahhh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! H-Heh-Heh Ha! *gasp* L-hee...Lisaaaa, Ha-Ha Ha! *gasp* Oh my g-hosh!"

“Oh, here’s a weak spot! And another…and another…”

“Ha-Ha Hee!”

Were any students in the library watching? It no longer mattered. Those thoughts were far away now. All that mattered to Jean was how apple-red her cheeks were glowing, the delirious dreamlike warmth she felt, how much Lisa clearly relished touching her this way, how every playful jab made her want to curl into a little ball on her bedroom floor and yet never escape the arms that nestled her...

She descended from her hazy fog, breathing softly, her cheek flat against the cool wood of the desk. The tickling had stopped, leaving behind little teardrops that hung from her eyelashes and ghostly tingles all over her body.

"Hn......*sigh*....Hn-Hn....Lisa....th-hat's nohot funny...Hn-Hn Hn..."

“Now how does that feel?”

Jean’s pulse steadied. Her breath slowed. She hadn’t noticed at first, but to her surprise, she wasn't worn out. On the contrary: every muscle in her body was alive, coursing with a current of renewed vigor, like pure distilled caffeine had been injected into her bloodstream. Electricity made the hair on the back of her neck buzz.

Better than tea. Better than coffee. Better than…Get your mind out of the gutter, Jean; you’re a knight.

“O-oh....Wow, I…I feel so…energetic!” she gasped.

"Hmm, yes, that's my very special 'Electro-Tickle.' Heh-Heh." Lisa wiggled her fingers devilishly in the air. "Gives you a wonderful little jolt of energy, huh? I just love doing it. You know…some people even seem to really enjoy the process..."

Jean stood and snapped her book shut...uncharacteristically hard.

“Yes, well…*cough* thank you very much for bringing this new skill to my attention. I appreciate the help in getting me back to work. Ahem...Now, um, if you'll excuse me..."

"Hey, wait a minute, where are you...?"

Jean was already halfway across the room and at the front desk. The romance novel clunked inconspicuously into the return drawer. She didn't know why it worked, but her sunny disposition was back. That Lisa...she always knew how to get Jean excited to serve her community again. Just for a brief instant, she looked back.

"See you later tonight?"

Lisa smiled. There's the Jean she knew. "Yep. Tonight."

********

***The Next Day***

Knights of Favonius did not seek vengeance. Such dishonorable behavior was beneath the guardian factions of Mondstadt. But there were limits to chivalry, and surely Grand Master Varka would understand. Just this once.

Lisa was somewhere in the library...the witch had been in absentia all morning, but never strayed far from her den. Jean knew that much for sure. She’d catch that lackadaisical librarian shirking chores again and make her pay. It was justice, after all. Up the stairs she traipsed, creeping like a ninja. Nothing out of the ordinary…not at first. A quick scan of the second floor got no results. But then, behind the shelves and against the wall, something caught her eye. There was a small light glowing from beneath a desk…a candle, most likely. Worth investigating.

There, in a quiet back corner, she finally found Lisa, wedged underneath the table and in the midst of a nap, surrounded by a crude box-fort of novels. The witch's head was propped up on a red leather-bound cooking manual. Not much of a pillow. Her chest moved with gentle, placid breaths. Her wide-brimmed hat lay limp on her forehead.

Jean couldn't believe this - sleeping on the floor now? Really? Slacking off was perhaps Lisa's favorite pastime, but this was a whole new level of frivolity. But this time, Jean wasn’t even frustrated. No, it was the perfect opportunity. And even more perfect: a mango-sized lavender pot resting atop the short bookcase nearby, that she herself had left there a few days earlier. Its bouquet of dandelions had only just begun scattering seeds.

Perfect.

She quickly plucked one of the blooming flowers from the dirt and resumed her stealth mission toward Lisa. The lioness crouched low until she was down on all fours, beneath the long desk, eyes level with her prey...still asleep. Her heart was beating fast. Crawling up to the dozing librarian, her left hand closed slowly around Lisa's stilettos, she pulled, and the high heels slid off with a satisfying shuffling sound.

Lisa's feet, like the rest of her, were long and shapely…at least a size 10, her very high arches accentuated by the sheer pearl-grey nylon sheathes they wore. They were pretty, statuesque even, and it made Jean strangely jealous. (She'd always wanted to gift Lisa a really lovely pair of shoes for her birthday, something that her feet would look nice in, perhaps adorned with some petrified Sumeru roses and lacework etching...but never found the right pair, nor the time to custom-craft them.)

Shoving that thought down inside her for the moment, Jean reached out slowly with her fragile flower…quick, make sure she hasn’t stirred…and let its delicate little filaments brush gently against Lisa’s soles.

Tickle tickle tickle.

"DAH; Hnhn-Hnhn Hnhn!!"

At the softest touch of dandelion fuzz, the sorceress snapped awake with a start, and her knees buckled and pulled sharply into her breasts. Her sudden burst of giggles was smooth and husky, like a rich oaky bourbon, melting in Jean’s ears as a drink on the tongue. Jean struggled to grab Lisa’s ankles and hold them still, but the librarian’s big, ticklish feet were already nestled safe underneath her. She sat up, adjusting her honey-cinnamon curls, and giggled some more.

“Good morning to you too, Jeanie…little bit early for that sort of thing, isn’t it?” Her lips flashed a knowing smile.

“*sigh* Lisa, it’s 2:30 in the afternoon.”

Jean then realized that the dandelion was still in her hand, and quickly blew its seeds to freedom out of the side of her mouth. Lisa brushed her hat aside.

"Heheh...Oops. Let's hope nobody came by to return any books today." Immediately she hopped to her feet, making a stop to grab her discarded heels. “What do you need? Anything I can do to help, I’m there.”

Jean almost laughed. It never ceased to amaze her, how quickly her lazy confidant transformed into a buzzing worker bee whenever she was around.

“Good. I don't want to have to write you up again. Now, if you don't mind, there's something I'd like you to do with me, if you aren't too busy with your beauty sleep."

“Oh! Jean, I'm scandalized....I could never forget about our afternoon tea! You woke me up just in time.”

Jean blushed.

“N-no, that’s not it. But...actually, yes, it is about that time, if you're interested. And you do have a list of duties to perform after that. It’s just…well….you see, I’ve got a very full itinerary for the next few days preparing for the festival. And, um…I'm feeling a little bit drained right now, and…”

The Grand Master looked down at her ivory boots. Why couldn’t she get the words out? It wasn’t that embarrassing; it hadn’t been the day prior. But something was holding her back. Was it weird now? Was she making it weird? Her arm reached out into space, grasping for a distraction…any distraction…and began to fiddle with some of the hardcovers on a nearby shelf. That smug smirk of Lisa's was making her nervous.

“…yes? Heheh. Go on, spit it out.”

Whew. Ok. Here it goes.

“I wanted to ask…

…would you please practice that...'Electro-Tickle' technique again?”

For a second, she was worried at what Lisa would think. And then the giggles started.

"I was hoping you'd ask."

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[undercover--bunny]

🐻 Caregiver! Trafalgar D. Water Law Headcanons 🩺

Gender neutral terms for the reader!

⚠️Tw: Use of "Brat" as a nickname

Because he's a doctor, Law knows a little more about psychology than he lets on. So when you open up to him about it/he finds out about it, he isn't judgmental. Instead he goes straight into professional mode, doing a quick once over to make sure you're okay (He's the captain and a doctor, he wants to make sure his crew mates are healthy) then he leaves you be to go do some research, just in case.

He's very... odd in the way he goes about being a caregiver in the fact that he pretends he's not one when he very much is. He's hardcore in denial. He'll insist that he's not your caregiver when it comes up in conversation while in the same breath tell you that you're too little to wander off on the ship alone. Very tsundere. He wants to still be seen as your intimating captain, but his weaknesses for cute things always wins him over.

Law: I'm not their caregiver, Bepo. Stop saying I am.

Bepo: Then Captain, why does (Y/N) ask for you everytime they regress?

Law: I'm the captain, of course they'd ask for me! They're too little to wander around by themselves, this ship is too big for them!

Bepo: Oh... but what about the rest of the crew? We can help watch them too!

Law: ...No comment.

Nonetheless, Law is caring towards you, he's just not the most expressive with it. But that makes his rare headsakes and fond smiles even better!

Lots of subtle affection with him. Ruffling your hair as he walks past, patting your head when you get excited, booping your nose to get your attention. Small things like that. His favorite is to find subtle excuses to get you to hold his hand. For safety of course. It's definitely not because he's a little protective of you, shut up

Calls you "Brat" most of the time, but in a fond way. He later starts calling you "Bear" as well.

Unintentionally loves to remind you of how little you are. It's purely accidental on his part, but he does it all the time. "You're too little to do that." Or "You're little, I've got it."

"Oi, (Y/N)-ya!"

Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed and gently lifted up into the air before you could fall. You found yourself settled safely on the ground a moment later, far away from the cake that sat on top of the fridge. You pouted, trying to reach out and climb the counter to reach it again, only to be thwarted once more by Law taking your hand and pulling you back towards him.

"Oi, you're too little to climb up there. You'll hurt yourself, brat." He lightly chided you, but the scolding didn't hold much weight seeing as a second later he reached past you and picked up the cake himself before presenting it to you. "If you need something you can't reach, ask me for help next time, yeah?"

Any regression gear you need/like ends up "mysteriously" appearing in your room, but even when you ask Law never admits that it's him. Same goes for the doctor themed teddy bear that showed up on your birthday.

If you regress really tiny, he's definitely the kind of guy that will listen to you babble and respond back to you like it's a conversation. Dead panned and 100% seriously.

Y/N: *Babbling*

Law: Oh? Interesting...

Y/N: *More babbling*

Law: umhm, and then what happened

At first he's not a fan of you calling him anything special during your regression. It feels too much like a title to him and that makes him uncomfortable. Then you sleepily called him "Papa" one night while the two of you were curled up in bed and he felt like he was going to die of cuteness. He just scooped you up and held you close while screaming internally. Now it's a role he loves, even if he doesn't say it out loud.

You might think that Law would be a strict caregiver, and he is to an extent. He'll stop you from doing things that could get you hurt, but if you try to do something harmless or silly? Well who's he to stop you? He'll just sit back and watch the adorable chaos while throwing out a; "Just watch yourself!"

If you ever try to play "doctor" with him, he takes it comically seriously. Goes full on doctor mode without even realizing it.

"Alright, mx. (Y/N)-ya. I believe I've figured out the source of your stomach pain." Law said, scribbling away at his clipboard as you sat across from him on his desk.

You giggled, hiding behind your hands as he paced in front of you. Once he finished, he tucked his pen behind his ear and turned to you with a blank expression.

"Too much cake." He said, deadpanned.

Law watched as you burst into laughter, shaking his head fondly at your dramatic reaction. He really didn't understand why you found this so funny, but you always seemed to enjoy it.

#one piece agere #fandom agere #agere writing #agere headcanons #agere #sfw agere #agerespace #agere community

[antisociallilbrat]

What Polyamory Does For The It Fandom VS In The St Fandom.

These are some brain worms I've had for a while and I've decided to share, regardless if it makes some people mad. Although that is truly not the intent of this post. Anyways. If you haven't been in the It fandom and only have stayed in the St fandom this post may not make sense but I do encourage you to read it.

I joined the It fandom in 2017. I'm one of those few people who were in the It fandom first before moving over to also join the St fandom in late late 2017/early 2018. I had a blog for consuming content but I didn't start making content until 2020 for the It fandom and more recently and regularly for the St fandom. Anywho what I'm trying to say is that I've seen a lot.

I loved many ships in the It fandom and one of the main ships is Poly Losers Club. This is the first fandom I've seen where a poly ship was one of the more popular ones. Even if someone didn't ship all the Losers, throuple and quatrouples (is that how you say it?) have always been popular in this fandom.

Because it is almost unanimously agreed across the fandom, that whether platonically or romantically, all the Losers love each other. Even the most die hard of reddie shippers, the fandom's most popular ship, can often agree on certain fanon headcannons, Stan and Richie practiced their first kiss on each other, Eddie's first crush was on poor oblivious Bill. And that comes back to the agreement that all the Losers love each other. Ships in this fandom have never had an issue coexisting. If someone shipped something different from someone it was always more like "oh that's not my favorite but I definitely see where you're coming from'" OR they're like "yeah no they're in love too," Hardly ever any belittling or any superiority complexes.

That's what makes being in this fandom fun and easy.

Poly Losers even often features a gay man and a women and I've read many beautiful fics where this is explained as they're more best friends than lovers but Eddie doesn't love Bev any less because she's a woman. This fandom allows Eddie and Bev to have an amazing and emotionally intimate relationship because I feel like this fandom does understand, for the most part, that platonic love is just as important as romantic love.

Now on to the St fandom. There are some poly party shippers out there but they are far and few. And there is SO MUCH shipping discourse. Yes I could talk about Mileven and Byler but come on, it goes beyond that. It's with Jany and Stancy, Ronance and Rockie. Elmax and Lumax, and Steddie and Stonathan. Just about every ship you think of there is an alternate ship that people will fight for. They will belittle you for shipping something they don't, and insist that your ship is nothing but platonic. That,,,that just doesn't happen in the It fandom. You know the joke, "All the Losers had a crush on Bill at one point," I think that in itself says a lot. Bill, the arguably least liked character, (my poor bb), has the joke that all the losers had a crush on him at one point.

I'm getting off track. Anyways I'm not saying that shipping everyone together in a poly sense would fix everything with these shipping wars but i do believe why there was never any shipping wars in the It fandom was because of Poly Losers. Also when I talk about poly in St I mean it like Poly Party and Poly teenage crew. Not together, I hate that I have to clarify that.

In the St fandom, it's just not as universally agreed that everyone loves each other, even in the basic platonic sense. All anyone seems to care about in the St fandom is romantic love. A lot of shippers want to be right, they want to prove that their ship will be cannon which just,,,sucks the fun right out fandom spaces.

Canon, fanon, why can't people just make cute fan art and talk in babbles about thoughts they have on a ship. Why do you have to be right about what's going to be the canon ship? Why do certain people feel the need to put down and even to the extent as far as bullying people who ship something different? I've never seen a fandom so focused on 'canon pairings' like the st fandom. (Side note I was never in the sherlock and supernatural fandoms, I knew to mention this)

The party, like the losers, are friends who have been through turmoil that have bound them together for a lifetime. I don't care what pairing you give me from st, whether it be a platonic or a romantic one, I will tell you that those characters deeply care for each other.

Side note: it's worth a mention that the Duffer brothers originally wanted to film the It remake and when they didn't get it, we got Stranger Things. It can be argued that the Party is based off the Losers club so you know what that means? THEY ALL LOVE EACH OTHER. Take it as platonic or romantic idc.

Again, I don't think that poly party is the answer to ending the shipping wars. I do think however that if people could remember how much the party members mean to each other, that that could make less tiring fandom spaces.

Okay I'm done. I just thought this was an interesting point on how it's been like in the It fandom vs the St fandom.

Wait I was doing tags and I forgot to mention that there are few people who ship Elumax and Stoncy, two throuples and kudos to them. They're just worth a mention, I didn't forget about ya'll

#this post isn't targeting anyone #if you read this and get offended idk what to tell you #my inbox is open for discussion if you disagree or have a different take #but I won't be responding to bullies #also the st fandom has made me appreciate the it fandom so much more #it 2017 #it 2019 #poly losers club #polylosers #poly losers headcanons #poly party #bill denbrough #stanley uris #eddie kaspbrack #richie tozier #mike hanlon #bev marsh #ben hanscom #reddie #steddie #stonathan #lumax #elmax #I'm not tagging b/ler or m/even bc last time sometold me to kms in my inbox and i dont want to deal with that

[ph1lsimpmcu]

Alright guys, guys, hear me out.

Pirates.

Like, Stephen, before his accident, was a royal doctor and best of the best. Stephen’s most frequent patients were Tony and Pepper because Tony was (is) a reckless doufus and Pepper all the time had to drag him somewhere to patch him up. The couple (yeah they were already a couple before meeting Stephen) were visiting so often that they both started to have a crush on a certain badass, handsome, snarky royal doctor (who wouldn't?).

(Tony and Pepper, like 100%, had nights where they were squealing into pillows, babbling about how perfect Stephen was, and telling Rhodey how badass and cool Stephen was. And yea, Rhodey is their therapist and adviser on how to woo Stephen into a relationship and, hopefully, their bed.)

But then Stephen’s accident happened, he left, became a sorcerer, and started to travel and sail across the world. After Stephen left, “civil war” happened, Tony and Pepper left and became pirates.

And so, many years later, Pepper and Tony hear about some wizard who tried, with his “evil” tricks, to get his place as a royal doctor back but failed. Rumors say that the wizard is sailing across the sea and the couple decides that they would like to pay a “visit” (kidnap him *cough*) to their doctor, especially since their crew needs a doctor.

In Stephen’s doctor days, he didn't really remember them, all he remembered was a very annoying couple that visited him too often. But when the said pair kidnapped him, well, it's not like he has a chance to say no because 1. They'll just put him in a cage or something and he would rather prefer to patch up a couple of people and a normal room than to sit in a cage and rot. 2. His past crew was boring and he wanted some adventures because in his doctor days, the pair was known for their tendency to attract trouble. 3. From what he remembered, they weren't bad people and they didn't like violence (if there was a peaceful way). Also, the fact that Tony was the captain of this ship and Pepper was his right hand, he would be relatively fine. 4. Tony and Pepper (from his previous interaction where they attacked his previous crew) became absolutely different people, that were worth his time. The pair was absolutely in their element, from being awkward and awestruck, they became badass and snarky, commanding and snarking at everyone on this ship.

So Stephen decided to hang around for some time, but before, he made sure that everyone treated him respectfully by leaving the captain and his right hand awestruck. (the truth is, the couple didn't really change, they were always like this. On people they were in their “persona”, with someone who they could trust they were adorable gremlins. Stephen never really bothered to look at them when they were working, not sitting in his workroom and awkwardly joking.) Tony and Pepper remembered their days before becoming pirates and Rhodey started to suffer again ( yes Rhodey is with them whenever he can go sailing with them).

(after such a long time of simping, Stephen was devoured ;) ).

#drpepperony #pirates #I’LL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP #doctor strange #tony stark #ironstrange #pepperony #i’m a dumbass #pepper potts #dramatic bisexuals #ot3 #how do i tag this

[orangevtae]

Protector [Din Djarin x Skywalker!Reader]

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A/N: we're baaaack! With my man Din Djarin, please let me know if anyone wants to be in the taglist for the next chapters! Enjoy! <3

Chapter 2: The Travel

"On your left Mando!" you screamed just in time you made your fall less hurtful and got to seat on one of the co-pilots, fasting your seatbelt around you.

"Right onto spot!" he answered, swiftly aiming and shooting one of the spaceships that were following you.

You have been travelling with Mando and the Kid for some weeks now, everytime you got close enough to Nevarro, one bounty hunter would appear to take either or all three of you so you always had to make a turn to get them lost.

It should've be quickly but since you were on the targets, it made a lot more difficult to do that. You felt a little guilty cause you knew you endangering the Kid and you sure as hell didn't want another innocent to die on your costs, you cogitated to just tell them to kick out on the next planet but you knew you were more safe with them than alone, you had a chance.

"Mando you gotta stop taking bounties under your wing, this is not sitting well for you" one of the bounties said trough the comlink, making you frown at it and look at Kid that was beside you, playing with a ball you were sure you heard Mando tell him no to get.

"I take risks sometimes" Mando answered softly, exploding the other ship and going into hyperspace.

You sighed, glad that it was over. You undid your belt, knowing that everything was alright now, you got over to the Kid, undowing his as well as he extended his arms for you to get him.

You smiled as you put him on your lap, hearing him cooing as he played with the tiny ball on his hands like nothing else mattered in the galaxy. You reclined back, your head hitting the cussion of the seat as you lookd up at the stars passing by a flash before your eyes.

"Ok, what is it?" Mando asked, putting the Crest on auto-pilot, his chair turning around to look at you.

You frowned at him, looking onto the T line of his visor "What do you mean?"

"You're too quiet, by now you would've been talking to the Kid or saying something about the hunters" he shrugged softly.

It's not like you were the bestest of friends right now but when Din noticed that there was no trick from your part and that you really just wanted to get to Nevarro, he relaxed a bit around you. He wasn't much a talker and you barely knew what he was thinking or feeling, even if you could use use the Force for that, you had utter respect for his Creed and for him so you wouldn't trspass a limit that was out of question, you had morals and none of them would be broken so you could figure out the man in front of you.

Din growed used to your presence, it wasn't that he liked to have you around but deeply, he was a little relieved that another being that could talk was around him other than the kid, not that he could talk but Din was absolutly the worst in understanding his babbling sometimes. And just like with the kid, he came to get used to hear you speaking about whatever it came to your mind, he suspected that you talked more so that there won't be an eternal silence loop in your whole travel with him and he was a bit reliefed for that, but it weirded him out that you weren't speaking absolutly nothing now.

"It's just..." you stopped, frowning down at the kid on your lap that looked confused up to you now "I feel that me being here puts him onto risk. I know that things are alright between you and the Guild now and that you had to be running around with him cause he was being tracked, i just don't want to feel like a burden and a bag of problems for the both of you."

Mando kept silent. Most of times he had no idea of what or how to say it so he usually stays quiet but he knew that this was bothering you "Listen..." he paused, choosing his words well "I knew that this could happen, i accepted it cause i was thinking about him" he pointed to the kid, still invested on the little ball on his hands "Cause i'm responsible for him now, at least for a while, so i want to make sure that he's safe and that he's always well provided. I told you that i would take you to Nevarro and i intend to fullfill it and you're not a burden, you help a lot, with the ship, with the kid and with the bounties when they cross our way, so don't worry about it, me and the kid doesn't think that way. Right kid?"

The kid only looked up puzzled at him, making a small sound that sounded a lot like a puzzled one before he got his attention back on the ball on his hand and Mando turned around on his chair again, facing the stars above.

You let out a soft sigh, getting yourself comfortable on the chair and hugging the kid more closer to you.

"Thank you, Mando. For doing this." you said at least, before your eyelids git heavy and you fell into a slumber that you didn't knew you were in need until the bounties were gone.

You didn't saw it, but Mando turned his chair around to look at you, seeing thart you were out in less than seconds, it would be a secret that he would keep on his heart.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.: 🌛 🌟 🌜꒱੭

You don't know how long you've been out since you fell asleep, you just woke up with the Crest shaking a little.

"What happened?" you groggly asked Mando, trying to rub the sleep off your eyes. A few buttons inside the cockpit of the Crest bipping and a few red lights on.

"We are out of fuel, need to land cause we don't have enough to keep going for now" Mando answered softly.

You didn't exactly know where you where, you haven't been on this planet before but you could see, at least from up now, that it was surrounded with a deep blue sea as Mando started to low the ship down so it could land on the hangar he was authorized to.

When the ship landed safely, Mando stormed out and down off the cockpit to talk to whoever was responsible for the hangar you landed at. You picked up the kid, holding him and went to look from the window, seeing that Mando was discussing something with a bearded man that pointed to some spot on the front of the Crest.

He didn't took long to come back, noticing that you were by the window and looking on the surroundings outside the ship.

"We gonna have to stay for a while. They said they gonna fill the fuel and make a repair in a damaged part that i didn't took notice off" you turned around, only nodding at him "You okay with that?"

"Sure, no problem, i'm not in a hurry." you smiled softly at him "Did they say how long they would take?"

"One hour, at least " he paused, making you nod at the information "You...want to have a walk around? Eat something?" he asked, a little bit unsure, his gloved hands flexing by his side.

"Why not? I'm not that hungry but i know that this little gremlin right here is" you said, bouncing the kid on your arms, that only cooed up at you.

Mando only nodded, taking lead and leaping down the cockpit again, you followed right behind him.

As you got down, you grabbed the kids satchel, pulling it one of your shoulder and carefuly pitting him inside it. Mando was waiting for you as you grabbed your blaster and holsted it around your hip and when you were ready, you walked out by the ramp, that Mando closed after pressing a few buttons when you got outside.

You saw him walking towards the man that would take care of the Crest while you were gone, handing him a package with money as he walked up front of you, you following close behind him and smiling a little at the man as you passed him and the three of you went straight to the market that was a few steps ahead.

As you walked around the market, with vendors selling foods, goods, jewerly, items of value, any type of speceries and some clothing, you heard soft cooing by your hip and looked down, smiling a little at the kid taking up all his surroundings that would catch his attention.

People were walking here and there, some were running, others didn't need to take a hurry, you just kept an eye on the Mandalorian back in front of you so you and the Kid wouldn't be lost from him, which wasn't so hard to do cause you could see his beskar shinning from afar.

It was comic seeing people open their way to Mando for him to pass, you knew that it was a rare to see a Mandalorian walking around, him and his Creed sometimes were only known as a legend so to see a real living one was a surprise anywhere he went. You knew that feeling well.

The first time you ever saw Mando when you found out that he was after you, your eyes almost doubled in size for seeing him in his Beskar clad armor from head to toe, you knew that the bare sight of him alone was capable to make any citizen tremble on their knees and feel afraid, this guys weren't reconigzed for nothing.

As you got out of the market and wandered a little bit around, you found a tavern, where the three of you got inside, sit and ate to wait for at least one hour till the Crest was done and you were ready to go.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x y/n #din djarin #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #reader insert #pedro pascal characters

[thorinarmitaged]

How do you or would you headcannon Bilbo and Thorin accidentally proposing or getting engaged and how would they proceed when they find out or the other accepts the proposal?

Oh wow thanks for the question, since I have been a bit absent in the Bagginshield ship it took me a while to think it through.

But the accidental proposing of course would be some cultural misconception as in hobbittish culture one thing would mean proposing in dwarwish that thing would be a trivial or thing of no consequence and in reverse.

"Plant your trees(here), watch them grow."

I think if Thorin said it to Bilbo as a an invitation to stay in Erebor. And like would give him a seed box or better a treasure box full of acorns (to go with the oaken symbolism here). It might be understood by Bilbo like a proposal.

Meannwhile on the reverse maybe Bilbo giving a comb or hair accessories he made himself, like wooden ones. Maybe in dwarwish culture you need to do them yourself, you chose your ore etc to match your future spouse and you engrave them with your family name/symbol. And so Bilbo made a comb and some beads for Thorin unbeknowst to him that this is actually what would occure if he was to propose to a dwarf.

These might be just some parts of courting ritual and not like one symbolic gesture.

And to the second part of question about consequences. Of course misunderstanding ensues after those events. Bilbo is all flustered and wide eyed. And asking Thorin if he's sure. And Thorin saying that of course, that even though he knows nothing of plants he knows they are needed in Erebor too.

And because the official "planting" is like whole wedding event. Bilbo prepares and goes asking Balin and Bofur how the ceremonies should be prepared and they are baffled at first what does he mean and that's how they are first to know what happened. And try to explain it to Thorin. When Thorin finds out he is mortified at first but then realizes that yes of course he wants to marry Bilbo. And they don't reveal to him he didn't know but since then Thorin starts asking more about hobbitish traditions especially regarding courting and couples.

In other way if it was Bilbo who proposed. Thorin would be blushing and grunting and be bashful all of sudden. And would just storm away being very very happy inside. Probably not even realising how he reacted to poor Bilbo. And Bilbo would be going around confused. Meanwhile Thorin would start to prepare for the wedding and making proposal gifts on his own. While avoiding Bilbo, cause that is the dwarven tradition or something. And of course he would also find out from someone else what has happened. And he would seclude himself to think things through cause he wasn't planning on proposing but yes he loves Thorin and he is not sure about Thorin's feelings so he hopes he didn't force dwarven king into marriage with him. And so he sneaks into Thorin chambers to talk to him simply. And well they clear out confusion. And maybe Bilbo stays the night even though it's sort of against dwarven courting traditions but Thorin doesn't care, he is the king after all and no one will know if Bilbo slips out in the morning. And of course because Kili wanted to play a prank on his uncle and had no idea Bilbo is in his chambers he finds out first. And then babbles everything out by accident later.

#bagginshield #thorin x bilbo #proposal

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

any fics that focus on stiles’ adhd? preferably without it being turned into a joke or smth. love u <333

AND

Anonymous asked:

Hi there! I love all that you do on this blog it’s my lifeblood. Could you recommend any fics that are mostly about Stiles’ mental health or adhd? I’m fine with any ship if they have them. Thank! <3

Here you go!

When Claudia Died by VanillaFolder

(1/1 I 909 I Teen I No Pairing)

When Claudia dies, a ten year old Scott watches his best friend crumble from within.

Thanks, Barbie by 138andcounting 

(1/1 I 3,397 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Derek is at the movies and there's this kid that won't. Shut. Up. He babbles, he talks about the movie, he talks about any old shit, and Derek is getting increasingly pissed off. There aren't many other people in the cinema, but the ones that are there keep shushing him so Derek doesn't have to.

Twist is, the movie sucks. So Derek finds himself actually listening to the kid's continuous babble. And it's kind of... intriguing? This 'Stiles', or whatever he calls himself, is clearly ten different kinds of crazy, but Derek can't help but want to find out more about him. Like, when Stiles is talking about something random, Derek is imagining the questions he would ask if he could. And does a mental high five when Stiles answers them anyway. And kind of. Gets annoyed. When the other people in the cinema shush him so he can't finish his sentences. God, what is HAPPENING to him?

4 AM Knows All My Secrets by elysiumwaits

(1/1 I 3,815 I Teen I Sterek)

In which Stiles can't sleep.

No, you don't get it. He really can't sleep.

Don't do research based on fanfics (or do it) by Chuluvya

(1/1 I 5,903 I General I Sterek)

Stiles had a problem: he was smothered and uncomfortable in pack piles, and every time they do it, he couldn't sleep.

So, being who he is, Stiles goes searching for a solution to the problem, because he love puppies piles and want to be into them, and after two days of searching, he ended up on ao3.

And the word 'nesting' sounds like the most effective solution.

Eyebrows Are The Windows To The Soul by UnfortunatelyDisastrous

(6/6 I 12,908 I Teen I Sterek)

Only Stiles can decipher Derek’s eyebrow gymnastics.

Or Five times Stiles deciphers Derek’s nonverbal communication while everyone else watches on in astonished amusement, then one time he’s called out on it.

Three Phone Calls by pandabomb

(3/3 I 15,676 I Mature I Sterek)

“You’re not a hooker, Stiles.” “Okay, yes, true, but—for a thousand dollars…”

An AU in which Scott and Stiles live in a shitty apartment in NYC, Lydia is still queenly, and Derek is a clueless rich guy who mistakes Stiles for a hooker. Light-hearted, thinly-plotted fun.

An Alpha's Mate by EmeraldOcean

(20/? I 90,014 I Explicit I Sterek)

The threat of a rival pack and the discovery of a previously forgotten Hale family legend has Derek playing reluctant partners with his uncle Peter. And that's not the only strange thing that Stiles has noticed about Derek lately. But even the unexpectedly pleasant changes to their relationship can't completely erase the feeling that there's something he's not being told... Something that may change his life irrevocably.

A Crack in the Stained Glass by SpaceAce281990

(24/24 I 94,464 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles has reached a breaking point in his life. He no longer knows how or why he is in his marriage or how it got to the point it has. Still in love with Derek, and tired of the constant pain and chaos, he begins to reminisce on how he got to this point. Speaking to Derek unlocks his emotions in ways he didn't think was possible before this night.

From the Darkness Comes a Spark by ash_mcj

(30/40 I 220,317 I Teen I Sterek)

It’s extraordinary how much can happen in a single year. How relationships can fall apart, along with the people in them. How a friend can become a lifeline, holding you up in the sea of emotions you find yourself drowning in. How you can lose everything you care about.

In one year, the death of Stiles’ mother sent his father into alcoholism, as he tried to battle the inner darkness with a bottle in each hand. Stiles’ godfathers, Peter and Chris, spent most of their time trying to pull the whiskey from his fingers, but it didn’t change the fact that Stiles was essentially losing both of his parents.

In one year, Derek found company in two girls who irrevocably changed his life. One gave him distressing clarity that caused him to pull away from his anchor, and the other lit his world on fire until there was nothing but ash on his hands.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #adhd!stiles #anon #no pairing #scott and stiles

[redfurrycat]

May i respectfully ask how you can enjoy a ship if u didn't see the show for canon's sake?? 😄👀

Hey Anon! :)

Talking about Sterek are we, right?? :D

Upon reading your ask, I reflected on how I got into the Sterek fandom in the first place, and wow what a nice journey down the memory lane!!

Short answer to how I can enjoy a ship if I didn't see the show?

COLDFLASH.

Confused, are you? =D

The longer version of my babbling is under the cut, and so very sorry about that, coudn't help myself! :D

In case you don't know about the Coldflash ship, Anon, just a quick word. Tis the hero/villain ship from the Flash tv-show, aka Barry Allen/Leonard Snart.

THEM:

I started following this ig account ss.sterek [@holycafe if I'm not mistaken], liking all the coldflash posts, then getting curious about their other posts as well.

This is how Sterek came to be.

At first, it was a polite indifference, but the more I saw the sterek posts the more it got interesting to me, until one day I started searching for any Sterek content.

Until I started searching for any content on Tumblr, specifically.

Until I liked so many incorrect quotes and crack posts about this so-called Sourwolf and Spaz.

At some point their dynamic became SO addicting, I decided to start reading fics.

Did I understand any of the mentionned canon? Heck no.

(The Teen Wolf Wiki Page was a huge help in that regard, explaining to me what a kanima or a nogitsune was for example.)

Still, I remember the first fics I read were about Stiles being Pack Mom to the Wonder betas!! =D

Also fics closely (ish) related to canon...So yeah they always referred to stuff happening in the show that I usually didn't get...

With patience, some research, and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FICS, I began grasping things and characters surrounding the Sterek pair.

So I may not know about the Derek and the Stiles from the show, but I know of the fandom version of them.

Beleive me, it puzzled me how big it got to me. (BUT I'M LOVING IT!)

Like I probably have 2,000 bookmarked Sterek fics on AO3 plus the ones I've yet to read on my marked-for-later and the other ones I read without bookmarking them (rookie mistake xD).

I think the writers and the Sterek content creators have taken the grumpy-sunshiny & dry-sarcastic dynamics and wrote....how to say it? almost different characters than from the show? To the point I didn't need the show to understand them.

Nor did I wish to.

Actually, I tried watching after S06 got out, but didn't last more than 15 min maybe? My brain was too wired up on the Sterek vibe to fully appreciate the show. (Maybe my teenage ass would have liked it... But as I was watching soooo maaaaany tv-shows already, it was impossible to start watching Teen Wolf, and when I first heard of Sterek I was at Uni and really didn't have the time - But OH LORD THE NUMBER OF FICS I READ... My life saver to countless sleepless nights unable to close my eyes xD)

I've only watch THE famous Sterek Supercut!!!! :D <3

I don't know if you are aware of my Tumblr really, but if you are, you may notice I'm VERY MUCH INTO PLANES AND PILOTS these days... (okay it's been a year)....

YEAH YEAH YEAH TALKING ABOUT TOP GUN AND TOP GUN MAVERICK AND BLONDE AND BRUNET PILOTS SO WHAT OF IT?!

*I'm super chill, whatddyamean???? :D*)

Make NO mistake though, Sterek is still a favourite pair of mine, and I AM OH SO GLAD to see old and new content popping up in my dash. Still reblogging and reading!!!!!!!!!

ETERNAL STEREK!

Thank you to the original account that got me into Sterek. Thank you to THE STEREK FANDOM FOR CREATING THE MOST AMAZING CONTENT AND FICS.

Dear you go, Anon, rambles over. :D

(((I started writing the reply in the morning, and it is now the evening. I got distracted by real life stuff in the middle, and I AM EXHAUSTED. I hope you can make sense of all the babbling (or word-vomit, more like it.) I won't be reading again cause otherwise I'll keep adding stuff :D))

Have a good day Anon! ;)

#answered anon ask #coldflash got me into sterek :D <3 #and I'm ever so grateful for it! <3 #eternal sterek #sterek is eternal #I love sterek #I also mentionned coldflash and top gun.... AND I LOVE YOU TOO. #good lord this bean needs sleep xD #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

[olderthannetfic]

Been getting back into Star Trek after binge-watching it with my dad as a kid, and stumbled across the - ahem - "encounter" between Data and the Borg queen in Star Trek: First Contact. (I really didn't remember those scenes like this lmao.)

Soo, being a Data fan who does find him very aesthetically pleasing, I went to look for shippy fanfics involving those characters, and I gotta say, I was really surprised to find a total of 3 fanfics on AO3 that have their tag, and also just a few on FFnet, and none on a fanfic site in my language (then again searching stuff there is a fucking nightmare because people really aren't too great at tagging stuff accurately).

I hope this doesn't come across as whiny and complain-y, I will probably write about them at some point, once I'm past starting a new semester at university and have more time.

Basically just came here to say that I am quite surprised that there are such few fanfics about them (or that I'm just too stupid to find more, which is very likely lol), since they're technically temporarily canon, and I wonder if it's just because of the context and its kinda sorta dubious consent or if it just happens to not be on that many people's minds and there not being too many people who like the ship enough to write about it. (I am guessing the latter, since I also don't write about stuff that I don't think about heh.)

(Then again, I do tend to ship rarepairs and often pairs that are considered problematic for whatever reason, and where shippers get shit for shipping and writing fanfics. Though I don't know if this particular pairing is considered terribly problematic or not. Have read youtube comments on their scenes, and many people there absolutely despised their scenes and found it disgusting that there weren't more comments saying the scenes were disgusting lol. Also, kinda unrelated, but one of my favourite ships is Hotch/Reid from Criminal Minds, and I just recently read that there are quite some people on reddit who hate that ship because "bla healthy father figure bla - he's his dad not his daddy - bla" and use nasty words to describe shippers, but I am very glad that there are lots of fun fanfics for these two nonetheless, ha! :D)

Sorry for babbling for so long, it's half past one, and I should stop rambling at your inbox and get some sleep. Have a nice day/night!

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Ahahaha. No, it being problematic is not why.

It's far, far more likely there's none (or none that's easily findable) because the bulk of the fandom activity around TNG was around later seasons of the show. Maybe the Riker/Troi and Crusher/Picard shippers were more into early seasons, IDK. But a sequel movie that lots of people didn't even like or didn't even see is not going to be the source of the big ships in a TV fandom.

On top of that, a lot of the shipping patterns get set relatively early in a fandom. Sometimes, a character shows up later and changes the fandom a lot (Methos, Castiel), but often, many fans stick with how they saw things towards the beginning of canon.

Adding to that is the fact that the number of fic writers in 1996 was vastly smaller than now. Spaces also weren't always set up to accommodate rarepairs or rare fandoms. A lot of archives and lists were topic-specific, and that topic could be one single juggernaut ship.

If there was fic, I suppose it was probably on Usenet or a mailing list. The great era of fannish archives was in the 00s. This movie came out in 1996. Perhaps we even grabbed a relevant list in our attempts to save yahoo groups' data, but it's definitely not going to still be up with an easily googleable set of contents.

[the-demons-writings]

Pls pls pls write an Empires season 1 Lizzie and Joel with a baby dragon reader

btw I love your other fic with hermitcraft <333333

I know the constellations

just a short drabble because I found this ask really cute !

Summary: Lizzie finds a baby on the beach and she tells joel they're keeping them .

[Pt1] || Pt2

Lizzie remembers finding you on the beach one day waiting for Joel. At first she thought you were a toy with how small you were. But when you coughed up water she quickly changed her pace rushing over to pick you up.

In her arms you were so small she could hardly believe it as she cradled you in her arms. She checked for gills and fins to see if you were one of her own but when she found them she found herself angry. A fishing hook in one of the gills on your torso and several years in the finning that lined your arms.

When Joel showed up Lizzie seemed absolutely livid. Joel didn't seem to understand why.

'"Joel, I found a baby on the beach , we're keeping them!"*.

"Okay sure "

Lizzie was pretty surprised to actually hear him agree and when she handed you to Joel , he immediately dubbed you their Prime. As he coddled you in his arms. Lizzie had to. Show him how to do it.

Lizzie offered to take you back to the Prisma Palace and insure that your wounds were treated properly, whatever fisher folk had done this to you, their ship would never see another sailing day.

Lizzie continued to enjoy her time with Joel for a little while longer before pressing a kiss to his forehead and diving. Leaving Joel just as lovestruck as when he first met her.

Lizzie had her finest healers take care of you and after careful observation it was concluded you were a dragon hybrid though now to lizzie your lack of wings made since. The books had told of long aquatic dragons with fins rather than large wings that carried one above the sky. These dragons had dark almost night sky colored scales . Your scales certainly had some better days, but the ones that held up true also had small white touches to them .

Thus Lizzie's nicknames for you had become little star. She hoped to see you grow into a strong dragon. Her only concern now was informing her brother however. She was also more than certain that Joel would be babbling on about how they have an heir to their thrones should anything ever happen.

She decided she'd leave her kingdom in the hands of her advisors as she brought you to shore again . She doubted she'd get over how small and fragile you looked in her arms.

When she ran over to Joel's humble place. She groaned as she ran into clone after clone though when she found Joel he gently set you in his arms

"We're both taking care of them, our little star"

"I wonder if they could drink Azalean tea?"

"Joel, no you're going to poison them!"

Jimmy when he found out was enamored by you also the fact that he was an uncle.

"Can I hold them please, I promise I won't drop them!"

"Jimmy Timothy Solidarity Shadow if you drop our baby-"

"does your baby have a name ?"

"Uhh, of course, their name is-"

"Y/N Jim their name is Y/N"

Both lizzie and Jimmy witnessed your first proper swim followed by all of them watching your first steps out of the water and over to Joel . Lizzie swears it's because he had something shiny in his hands. To be honest they planned to keep you a secret from the server and raise you in solitude between themselves, with Jimmy visit. You didn't need to know of the demon currently plaguing the many different kingdoms, you were barely learning to write they couldn't do that to you. Regardless they both love their little constellation to the stars, the sea and back.

#x reader #x child reader #x dragon reader #dragon #dragon reader #empires smp #empires season 1 lizzie #empires season 1 Joel #empires x reader #minecraft #platonic #fruit writes

[psychicwonderlandtragedy]

Ch.1 Quantum realism

Chapter 1: Kang was cunning and calculating. He only wanted to show them what was possible. Hope shivered. She was afraid of him, but she wondered what the villain wanted to show. Janet, on the contrary, was shaking her head, desperately trying to talk her daughter out of this madness. Now, if only Scott would stop his lover.... However, that didn't happen. He was too busy with his wounds and broken bones. Kang defeated the ant man. He almost killed him, but that became not the worst of it. Cassie lay next to her father on the floor in a semi-fainting state. She'd been through enough. Hank was trying to cover for his wife while bringing Cassie to her senses. They were all a mess. Hope touched the reactor powering Kang's ship. Her eyes went black. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook herself off a little to regain consciousness. She didn't realize she was in a strange place. There was nothing around, nothing but vast darkness. And then, for a moment, Hope saw a light. It was followed by a flash in which she saw a portal. It was different. It was like a huge window where the wasp suddenly saw herself. But it wasn't her. A woman with long blond hair, dressed in simple jeans and a light-colored blouse with a pattern. She was standing somewhere on the boardwalk, holding a little girl of about five with a bottle in her hands. It was obviously her daughter, or rather that woman's daughter. Next to her stood and babbled something to a boy who reached up to her thighs. He had a smiley face on his T-shirt. He was the sweetest and most likeable.

All Hope realized was that it might have been her choice. That's what Janet was talking about. Multiple versions of the same person. From different universes. Is that possible? So it's like they're her children? I wonder who their father is? And how does her version live in that universe? Suddenly there was a voice apparently coming from the portal. - Who do we have here? - It was Scott. Dressed in his most ordinary clothes. The kids turned around and yelled, "Daddy!" The boy ran to his father and grabbed onto him tightly. - Hey, how are you guys doing? Didn't miss me? - Mommy was talking about the seagulls. - Henry! - the woman interrupted her son and walked over to her husband. - Who wants ice cream? - Scott lightened the mood. The children enthusiastically went to him and took the pistachio ice cream from his hands. - Especially for you ladies - Scott said softly - super strawberry with nuts! - He held out the cone to his wife.

- Decided to bribe me? - she smiled enigmatically - You succeeded.... - Where did you want to go? - Haley chattered about turtles the whole way. - Hope sighed tiredly, for her daughter's hobbies changed every day. And yesterday she wanted to shoot grav guns. Thank Hank for that. He gets a little carried away playing with his granddaughter. - Well, if it's that serious. -Scott thought- Kids, we're going to the aquarium! Hope just shook her head. Hope shook her head and walked with her husband toward the city. And then the so-called screen went out. The portal closed, and the real Hope found herself in the familiar (if you could say so) quantum world. She saw Scott lying there with broken bones, Cassie next to him, and her parents behind them, their arms around each other, supporting each other. They were looking at her with a kind of amazement. And then Hope realized that there was a veil of tears in her eyes. Her eyes were red, her hair disheveled, and her face a look of regret and fear. - What did you think? Did you like it? - Kang's deep voice penetrated her consciousness. He idly watches her reaction. This is the end... They've lost. The conqueror has broken the last hero.

#ant man and the wasp quantumania #scott lang x hope van dyne #hope van dyne #langdyne #ant man

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

If I Kiss You Where It's Sore [a Jay & Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Family life, mention of what happened in SA, mention of drug abuse/mental health problems.

Words: 1,530

Summary: Post South America, Frankie sometimes has bad days, but Jay knows how to handle it.

A/N: Title is from Better, a song by Regina Spektor.

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Frankie does not complain. That's one of his things. He'll not only suffer in silence but also do his best to make sure Jay is well and comfortable when he himself isn't.

It's just like that tonight. Jay notices it as soon as she comes home from work. Frankie had already picked up Alma from daycare, dinner is on the table, Bianca is screaming on his arm, and Alma breaks loose from him only to attack Jay with complaints of her own. Jay immediately sees that Frankie is exhausted and struggling, so she takes the crying baby from him, and kisses his cheek.

"Go sit down," she tells him gently, but Frankie only shakes his head and turns to Alma, who is complaining loudly about Jay not listening.

"Almalita, let mommy sit down, she just got home."

"Bianca can't scream!" Alma hollers, and Jay kneels in front her eldest daughter, Bianca crying against her shoulder.

"Alma, please don't yell," she asks patiently. "Bianca is teething, that's why she's unhappy. She'll calm down soon, but it upsets her that you're yelling."

"She's yelling!"

"I know, honey, but that's because she's in pain, and she's too little to tell us with words."

"When will she start talking?" Alma complains. Jay rocks the baby against her shoulder and smiles comfortingly.

"She talks all the time, doesn't she? She babbles and laughs when she sees you. She's always happy to see you, she just can't say it in words yet."

Alma is looking suspicious but when Bianca takes a break to inhale deeply, preparing for another bout of crying, she startles, as if she just thought of something.

"I know where her keys are!"

"Do you?" Frankie asks, visibly relieved as he finishes laying the table. "Help us out and go get them."

Alma runs out of the kitchen on search of the ring with three teether toys in the shape of keys. Jay rises to her feet and pats the crying baby's back.

"There, there..."

She's tired after her day at work, but Frankie looks downright slaughtered. Still, he finds the energy to smile at her as she brushes up against him.

"You okay?" she asks quietly just as Bianca starts to wail again. Frankie makes a sympathetic grimace at the baby as he takes the lid off the salad bowl.

"Sure," he nods, sounding perfectly fine, just as Alma returns to the kitchen, the keys in her hand.

"Here! Bianca is quiet now!"

"Thank you so much, good job, Alma."

A little later, Bianca is strapped in the carrier against Jay's chest, and drooling all over the keys while still whining low. Frankie is helping Alma to cut up the vegetables on her plate while the girl starts to tell her parents about her escapades on the jungle gym at daycare - for the third time.

"I climbed high, all the way to the top, and I didn't fall," she excitedly waves her plastic spoon, "and I wasn't afraid!"

"Put your spoon down when you're not using it, mijita," Frankie admonishes her as Jay nods encouragingly.

"How did you get down?"

"Miss Jennie helped me. She said I'd fall." Alma spoons up a piece of broccoli and puts it in her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she looks at Jay.

"I wasn't gonna fall, mommy."

"You haven't fallen so far."

"Miss Jennie is always afraid."

"But you are not, are you, Alma?" Frankie asks, spooning up peas for her. Alma shakes her head vigorously.

"Alma is never afraid," she agrees.

"It's okay to be afraid though, you know that, right?" Jay points out as she cuts into her meatballs. "Everyone is afraid sometimes."

"Not me," the girl insists, and Jay chuckles. If it's in the girl's nature to just throw herself headfirst into any physical activity, or if it's just her age and perceived invincibility, Jay has no idea. It is, however, hard to encourage it while also trying to carefully remind the four-year-old that accidents can happen. And right now, Jay is wondering if she should have a talk with Miss Jennie, who is of a surprisingly nervous disposition for a daycare teacher, about unnecessarily angsting about Alma's climbing. She quickly forgets about it, though, when Bianca's whining rises to a cry, and Alma starts to protest about the noise again.

Somehow, the evening passes somewhat calmly. Bianca has a slight temperature and is given Tylenol, after which she passes out, and once Alma understands that her baby sister really is sick her attitude adjusts, and she helps out by dabbing the baby's forehead with a cool, wet towel. When both kids are tucked in and asleep, Jay finds Frankie in the living-room, plopped down on the couch, leaning his head back and rubbing his forehead. She sees from how he carries himself that his shoulders are tense and knows that he's had a rough day. It's not as much taking care of his children - Frankie loves being a stay-at-home dad - but he's clearly having a bad mental health day today. He's staying clean and she loves him even more for that, for his commitment, but he so easily forgets about himself in his endeavor to prove to his family that he deserves them. The South American excursion that he and the guys undertook only a couple of weeks ago, and the casualties suffered during it, didn’t make things easier.

"Come to bed," she tells him quietly. Frankie hums but doesn't open his eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby, I'm not up for it tonight."

"Not that," she shakes her head as she comes up to the couch and finds his hand on his thigh. "Your shoulders are jammed. I'll loosen them up for you."

He opens his eyes then, those beautiful, warm brown eyes that he shares with their daughters, and for a moment Jay thinks they look a little shiny. He nods slowly and lets Jay pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. Bianca's crib is in the same room, so Jay navigates him quietly to the edge of the bed and sits him down. Fetching a towel and the massage oil from the bathroom, she returns to take his t-shirt off, then his jeans. Frankie then climbs into bed and makes himself comfortable on his stomach, and Jay sets to work.

When she was in school and learning massage techniques, Frankie would often complain about her rough touch, but she has had a few years of practice now. Carefully adjusting the intensity according to the rigidness of Frankie's muscles, she makes him relax into her touch, earning only a few low huffs when hitting a particularly sore spot. Mostly, though, Frankie stays quiet, and Jay doesn't speak either. It's enough to just do this for him, to touch him, love him with her hands, make him feel good. He sighs a couple of times, and hums low when she works through smaller knots, and it makes her smile to hear him so content.

When Jay's done, she wipes excess oil off his back with the towel, then wipes her hands before laying down next to him. His eyes are closed, his lips separated to emit a light snore. A curl falls down his forehead and Jay can't stop herself from gently combing it into his hair with her fingers. His eyelids twitch, he takes a deep breath, and opens his eyes.

"Sorry," she apologizes in a low voice, letting her fingers trail down his cheek. He smiles, and she drags her thumb along his lower lip.

"'S okay."

"How do you feel?"

"Battered. But good. Better."

"Good."

He yawns widely before turning slowly, a little clumsily, onto his back, then pulls Jay to him. She fits herself snugly against his side, hugging one arm over his chest. She doesn't say anything but waits for him to speak.

"You're so good with the kids," he eventually murmurs. Jay's eyebrows rise up in surprise. This wasn't what she expected.

"I'm no better than you are."

"I'm not good enough."

"Yes, you are." The finality is her tone is so Jay-like that Frankie has to chuckle.

"Okay. I don't feel good enough."

"That's another thing entirely," she allows, passing her hand over his heart. "I'm sorry you feel that way."

"Me too," he sighs, " but some days are just... harder."

"I know. But you're doing so well, Frankie, I'm so proud of you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

He smiles, finding her hand on his chest, and brings it up to his lips for a sweet kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you."

They stay like that, silent in the darkening room, Frankie breathing evenly next to her. Just as she thinks that he’s asleep, he yawns, then turns his face to her.

“Jay?”

“Mhm?”

“Would a quick fuck be totally out of the question right now?”

Jay chuckles as she props herself up on one elbow.

“You up for it now?”

“Only if you’re on top,” he admits with a cheeky grin. “I’d really want you to ride my dick.”

“Well, since you’re asking so nicely…”

He pulls her in for a kiss, and she stops running her mouth.

#triple frontier fanfic #francisco catfish morales #francisco frankie morales #frankie morales #lady jayne ray #frankie x lady #my fic