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Her Daddy, Always - LN4

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It started like every other lazy Monte Carlo morning: too much coffee, too little sleep, sunlight bleeding down white buildings and onto the café terrace the drivers had practically claimed as their own.

But this time, oh, this time, there was something different.

Lando was coming. And he was bringing her.

Not you, although you'd helped. You'd gotten up first, kissed him awake, packed the bottle, changed the nappy, triple-checked the emergency dummy. But it was his idea to take her alone. His first solo daddy-daughter breakfast debut. Just him and the tiny little chaos gremlin who had made him cry five separate times in the past month, for reasons that included her smiling in her sleep and sneezing while dreaming.

So when he walked in, baby strapped to his chest in a butter-yellow carrier with an oversized hoodie barely zipped up around both of them, the entire table stopped talking.

Charles blinked. "Oh my God."

Pierre made a strangled noise. "That's not legal."

Oscar clutched his chest. "He's wearing her."

Lando strolled in like he hadn't just detonated the collective minds of the grid. His curls were a mess. He had one sock on. A milk stain across the shoulder. But none of it mattered, because the way he looked down at her? The way his hand never left her back, even through the fabric? That was love. Raw, stupid, unapologetic love.

"She just fell asleep," he whispered, easing into his seat like the slightest motion might wake her. "Be chill."

"She's so tiny," Charles whispered.

"She's so perfect," Lando replied, already pulling the muslin cloth up to shield her face from the morning sun. "Isn't she?"

The baby, all six weeks of her, swaddled in peach cotton and a beanie that still slumped sideways, was nestled directly against his chest, cheek smushed into his hoodie, lips slightly parted.

And when Lando adjusted the strap to cradle her better, she let out a soft, squeaky sigh.

"Oh my God," Oscar whispered. "She made a noise."

Pierre was practically vibrating. "She squeaked. She squeaked, Lando."

"I know," Lando said, looking at them like they'd just discovered fire. "She squeaks when she's comfy. It's her thing."

Charles leaned across the table. "Can I-can I see her face?"

"Gently," Lando warned, shifting his body slightly so Charles could peek without disrupting anything.

He peeled back the muslin like she was a holy relic. And there she was, pink cheeks, pouted lips, her little fists curled like she was winning a fight in her dreams.

Charles melted instantly. "She's an angel."

"She's you," Pierre added. "She's got your nose."

Lando grinned. "She has her mum's eyes, though."

He said it softly, but you could hear the awe tucked into the syllables. You weren't even there, and still, he was talking about you like you'd just invented light.

"She looks at me," he continued, "like I hung the stars. I can't breathe when she does that."

Pierre looked alarmed. "You okay, mate?"

"No," Lando said cheerfully. "I'm in hell. I haven't slept in four days. I cried at a Pampers commercial. She shat on my lap and I said thank you."

Everyone howled.

But Charles wasn't laughing, he was still staring. "She's moving."

Sure enough, the baby let out another soft coo, lips twitching. And then, miracle of miracles, her eyes cracked open. Right onto Charles.

She blinked once. Twice. And then... gurgled. Loudly. Lando froze. "Did she just-was that-"

"She's smiling at me," Charles said in disbelief.

And she was. Wide gums, gummy grin, her hand waving like she'd just recognised her favourite TikTok sound.

Lando's jaw dropped. "What the fuck."

"Hi, sweetheart," Charles whispered, reaching out one pinky like she might grab it.

"She's flirting," Oscar said, scandalised.

"She's mine," Lando growled.

"She likes me!" Charles beamed.

"She's SIX WEEKS OLD," Lando snapped. "She doesn't like anyone."

"She smiled at me."

"That's gas."

"Mate, she literally just-"

"She smiles when she farts too, Charles, don't get cocky."

But it was too late. The table had entered full meltdown mode. Charles was practically crying. Oscar tried to get a selfie. Pierre attempted to hold her and was immediately denied.

"Not happening," Lando muttered, clutching her like she might evaporate. "She just fell asleep again. If she wakes up and cries, you're all dead."

They settled. Eventually. And Lando just sat there, holding his daughter, swaying slightly even while seated, like his body had learned the rhythm of fatherhood without permission.

He looked down at her again, brushing a curl from her forehead, eyes dark with something sacred.

"Hi, angel," he whispered. "Still dad's girl, yeah?"

She didn't answer. Obviously. She didn't need to.

*

It started as a normal beach morning. Sun blazing. Sand burning. Oscar already applying SPF 50 like his life depended on it. Pierre shirtless too early. Charles refusing to take off his jewelry. Carlos insisting he could light the grill without help.

They were all there, towels, coolers, snacks, Bluetooth speakers. Full summer boy energy. But underneath the sunglasses and flip-flops, the same conversation kept coming back.

"Can we just talk about it?" Pierre asked finally, cracking open a cold drink.

Charles raised a brow. "Talk about what?"

Pierre gave him a look. "Lando."

Carlos groaned. "Again?"

Oscar perked up. "No, I'm into this. Go on."

"Lando Norris," Pierre declared, waving a hand, "has a whole-ass daughter. Like an actual human infant. A baby. And we've only met the girlfriend��once. At that preseason dinner. For like twenty seconds. I don't even remember her name."

Charles nodded slowly. "I remember her dress. That's it. Something pink."

"I think she was pregnant then," Oscar added.

"Exactly!" Pierre threw his arms up. "He didn't say anything! Just showed up six months later with a baby! And now he won't stop talking about her like he invented fatherhood."

"He's obsessed," Charles agreed. "In a scary way."

Carlos shrugged. "He's in love. Let him be."

Pierre shook his head. "No, you don't get it. He cried the other day because she hiccuped. He showed me a video."

"I saw that video," Oscar muttered. "I cried too."

Charles leaned back on his towel, sunglasses slipping. "It's just weird, right? Like we've known him for years. And now he's got this entire life, girlfriend, baby, stroller that costs more than my car, and we don't even know her."

"Yeah," Pierre said, voice softer now. "Like... what if she's a supermodel? Or an alien? Or, like, a witch who trapped him with her magic uterus?"

Oscar blinked. "I think you need to go lie down."

Carlos was squinting toward the beach entrance. "I think you're about to get your answer."

They turned. Lando had arrived. And he wasn't alone.

First came you, hair up, sunglasses on, long linen shirt over your bikini, a tote bag slung over your shoulder and baby wipes sticking out of the top. You looked calm. Radiant. Real. Not a mystery. Not a spell. Just his.

Then came Lando, shirtless but still wearing the baby carrier, his daughter tucked into the front like a kangaroo joey, a bucket hat shielding her eyes. He was balancing a cooler with one hand and a stuffed elephant with the other.

He looked like a dad. A hot one. But a dad. The boys collectively stopped breathing.

"Hi, guys!" you called out, smiling.

Max's jaw dropped. "She's normal."

Charles blinked. "She's real."

Pierre whispered, "She's beautiful."

Oscar mumbled, "And she's smiling. Like, she knows she's got him."

Carlos leaned over and hissed, "Don't say anything weird."

Lando walked right up, all grin, curls windblown. "Hey, lads."

He leaned in to kiss your cheek, and then, carefully, pulled the baby out of the sling and into your arms.

You cradled her automatically, pressing a kiss to her tiny head, before turning to the group with a shy smile.

"Hi," everyone said in weird, hushed unison like they were meeting royalty.

"She's beautiful," Charles said, still staring at your daughter like she was glowing.

"Thank you," you laughed. "She's six weeks now. Sleep thief. Absolute queen."

Lando beamed. "She smiled at me twice this morning."

"Bro, she smiles at everyone," Oscar said, already inching closer. "Can I see her?"

You nodded, adjusting the blanket. The baby blinked up, cheeks round and pink, tiny hand flexing toward the sky.

"She's got your face," Pierre said to Lando. "Like, exactly."

"She has her attitude," Lando replied proudly. "She glares when I leave the room."

"She has boundaries," you deadpanned.

Lando turned to you, eyes soft. "Want to lie down for a bit? I can take her."

"I'm okay," you said, brushing his arm. "Let them meet her properly."

And they did. One by one, each of them held her like she was made of gold. Charles got the first smile. Oscar got a tiny sneeze and nearly passed out. Pierre tried to take a selfie and got kicked in the chest by a baby foot.

"She's everything," Carlos whispered to you while Max held her gently. "And you, how are you?"

You smiled. "Tired. Grateful. In love."

Lando overheard, turned, and grinned at you like you'd just given him a second daughter.

By the end of the afternoon, she was asleep on your chest under a parasol, Lando curled around you both, one hand protectively over her tiny feet, sunglasses tilted down his nose.

Charles turned to Pierre, voice quiet. "She's not a witch."

"No," Pierre agreed, still staring. "She's just magic."

[st4rlvr]

stray kids as your situationship headcanons

(hyung line!)

Bang Chan — the “we’re just close” one

-he calls you “love” with his whole chest. touches your waist when he moves past you. offers you his hoodie when you’re cold — and then helps you put it on.

- he never calls you his girlfriend, but God forbid anyone else flirts with you.

“you’re with me tonight, right?” he asks, like it’s obvious.

and it always is.

-he’ll cuddle you on the couch, rub your back, kiss your forehead — then pull away just before it gets real.

“you know i care about you, right?”

you ask what that means.

he says, “don’t overthink it.”

-the worst part? he texts just enough to keep your hopes up.

then disappears.

and then calls you at 2am whispering, “missed you.”

Lee Know — the hot and cold one

- he flirts like a menace. bites his lip when he looks at you. calls you “baby” like he invented the word.

then ignores your texts for an entire weekend.

comes back like nothing happened.

- “thought of you today.”

you ask when.

“when i saw a cat being rude. it reminded me of you.”

then he sends a heart.

- kisses you once at a party, then acts normal like he didn’t ruin your whole night.

“we’re just having fun, right?” he says, even though he gets weirdly quiet when you mention other guys.

- when you try to distance yourself, he suddenly gets real soft.

shows up with your favorite snack. tugs you into his lap.

“you don’t really wanna stop talking to me, do you?”

Changbin — the “accidentally in love” one

- it started so casual. just friends. you said that a lot. “we’re just friends.”

but now he looks at you like you hung the moon and you catch yourself reaching for his hand without thinking.

- he calls you “cutie” while you steal his hoodies. says “i missed you” every time you see him — even if it’s only been a day.

acts chill, but gets pouty if you sit too far away.

- once, he got high and confessed like three things at once.

“you’re my comfort person. i think about you every night. you’re so pretty it hurts.”

and then laughed like he didn’t just wreck your life.

- he doesn’t push. doesn’t pressure. but the way he touches your thigh, the way he talks to you like you’re already his…

you know he’s all in.

you’re the one who’s scared to say it out loud.

Hyunjin — the bratty situationship you can’t quit

- he’s the worst. and the best. and he knows it.

texts you “what are you doing” and “i’m so bored:(“ at the same time

- sends you mirror selfies looking criminally hot with the caption:

“this outfit’s missing something. maybe you.”

-pouts when you tease him. acts all dramatic.

“you don’t love me. you’re so mean to me.”

then says “come here” and kisses your jaw like you’re his.

- gives you whiplash. one second he’s telling you you’re his muse, the next he’s ignoring your text for six hours because you took too long to reply.

but if you post a thirst trap?

he’s in your DMs in 0.3 seconds:

“delete that. or come over.”

- once called you his soulmate, then immediately said “but like, not in a weird way.”

you wanted to kill him.

and kiss him.

and kill him again.

[rederiswrites]

The other day I was taking Minnie the bottle baby, who is experiencing some pretty serious intestinal distress, for her extra pampering. Having always rather liked being held, she was totally comfortable being toted along like a rolled up rug, and took the passing opportunity to grab some fresh maple shoots.

Nom.

So I started giving her some every time she gets her extra hydration and treatments. And then I brought some for the other bottle babies, because there are of course quite a few shoots growing down into our headspace, and these trees are right next to the deck. They need to be kept in order. Also they do not understand that Minnie is sick, so all they know is she gets treats and they don't, and that is a bunch of bullshit.

Kazoo and Binabik are enthusiastic.

But oh, what's this? Some of the other lambs would like to know what I've got that's so special!

On the right we have the one we very inventively call "the red one". He's decided it's worth chancing proximity to the human.

And next thing I know,

Damn, dudes! Y'all used to be so standoffish! Man, lambing season and some bottle babies really broke down barriers. There are grown ewes coming up in the back there. Half a year ago you couldn't get within fifteen feet of them.

In the center here, facing the camera, is the firstborn of the flock, not only a ram lamb but also one of only two single-born lambs. He is the only named lamb besides the bottle babies, and as the firstborn of Kratos, naturally, his name is Atreus.

In the back is a VERY scruffy ewe we'd love to catch and roo.

And all of them are on lush, fresh early summer grass, but they're here crowding me for a chance at a handful of broadleaf browse. Really reinforces my commitment to growing more trees for fodder. Many sheep like browse (shoots and leaves of trees), and Soay are particularly partial. Browse has other advantages as well, such as being more drought resistant than grass, offering excellent nutrition, and, well, there are trees.

Bonus of Kratos the ram happily noshing on some weeds gathered 'round the compost heap. His favorite midwinter treat is Christmas trees. He'll even chew the bark off.

[cheerleaderman]

Iris Valor

Twst - The Mortal potion (Hercules)

Template by @/ai-kan1

An Expressive person who seems to have not lost their childhood wonder with this and his intelligence helping create interesting inventions. Being taken in by S.T.Y.X at a young age they have grown close to the Shrouds seeing them as his own family but life before S.T.Y.X is something they rarely talk about.

Iris is a mischievous one and considered bit of an odd ball of Ignihyde due to being way more social than others in the drom. Despite that Iris is someone with survivors guilt due to what happened to his family and doesn’t feel like he can really talk about private matters given that his main form of communication is his tablet. Living in S.T.Y.X they think someone could hack into his tablet or could take whatever he wrote down. This makes him have trouble explaining negative emotions

Highly observant paired with his good memory makes him excel with book smarts but street smarts are pretty lacking.

Iris is mute so he communicates from a tablet, writing or sign language (In the game sense the voice would be coming out of the tablet, what he’s thinking/signing, If Iris is writing the other person will be reading what he wrote)

Basic info

Age: 17

He/ they

Height: 166 cm

Birthday: November 14

Voice claim: Eng- Shikanoin Heizou -Genshin impact JP- Manjiro sano - Tokyo revengers

Hometown: Island of Woe

Class: 2-D

Dominant hand: Left

Nickname: Axolotl(Floyd) | Monsieur observateur (Rook) | super villain (Idia) | Rainbow/rain (Friends)| Ortho only calls him just by his first name | Ivy (Ms. Shroud / Elara ) | PinkPoisonBubs - Username | short cake- Fallon

Favorite food: Burgers, Ube Cheesecake, slushies, mini waffle cones filled with chocolate

Like/hobbies: tinkering with machines , mystery/stealth games, collecting items (Favs fun earrings,stickers, figurines ), lab coats, sheep, trying new things

Dislike: Needles, sour candy, broccoli,

Family: Travis ( Father-Deceased ) , Violet ( Mother- ????), Shroud Family

Best subject: Ancient Magic

Talent: Deciphering Ancient text, typing/writing quickly without making mistakes

Club: Film research 

Unique magic: Every Last Drop

Can drain the life energy out of any living thing he touches. When in use Iris will see a bottle slowly draining than represents how much energy is left in that person. Once it’s completely empty the person will die but If Not even if there’s a single drop left said person will feel extremely tired and weak depending how much was drained recovery is also dependent on this.If Iris is upset he can speed up the process.

Iris hasn’t used their UM since he was 8

Extra info

Very much so jack of all trades loving to learn new things.

Iris always has some kind of snacks on them which Floyd will probably take if in the mood

Knows many languages and learned Ancient magic/Text from his mother before her disappearance

One of his friends is from Pomefiore is named Yvonne and she basically just claimed them on site. She does his nails using them as a guinea pig for new designs but Iris likes them so doesn’t really care as long as she keeps them short.

Started taking an interest in machines while look at some of Idia’s old blue prints and was given some of the unfinished or failed projects to tinker with. When Ms. Shroud learned about this she hoped on the opportunity to teach them more.

Their table was broken by people in an attempt to bully them during his first year and Iris got incredibly sad because the Shroud parents gifted it to him for getting into NRC. The others were pissed hearing what had happened but first they repaired the table with a bunch of new upgrades.

Has met Og!Ortho and was pretty confused when Idia presented humanoid Ortho. Honestly he was pretty terrified at first but Elara told him that the Ortho were 2 different people.

Iris isn’t afraid of needles just because of what happened to his father but also getting blood taken from him

Listens in to gossip but not one to go around saying things.

Fallon is like his non official girlfriend ( everyone thinks they’re already dating)

Backstory

Iris was born into a similar research organization like S.T.Y.X. His father was teacher for the other kids and his mother studied in ancient magic.

When Iris was 5 he developed his unique magic while holding a plant seeing some kind of bottle that was draining. When the plant ultimately whittled away he was devastated crying to his parents about what happened. They were shocked and did their best to help Iris understand his magic given that their both magic less. During that time Iris caught the interest of the doctor who is in a different part of the facility offering to study Iris abilities. The parents refused getting a weird feeling from said doctor.

Over the next 3 years the doctor would send people to hover around Iris. The random staff trying to get to know him. They would also unfortunately use the fact Iris is mute to not be able to yell for help. This started to make them grow more and more scared of leaving their parents side. During that time their mother disappeared after going on a work trip leaving just Iris and his dad.

Travis’ Death

A bit after Iris mother’s disappearance , Travis decided to speed that it was time for him and Iris to leave. The doctor was going to do anything to take his son. But the doctor had to plan too.

When they were leaving Iris saw a figure

The doctor stabbed his father with some needle and tried to drag him away. He used his unique magic, he had to get away from that man. Iris just wanted to weaken the man but from the distress he didn’t pay attention to the bottle draining quickly. Once the doctor let go he ran back to his father

With his father what ever the doctor injected into had his dad in pain. They tried to get to the place where they needed to go but Father couldn’t make it. The pain was unbearable , he was coughing up blood and he couldn’t move anymore so Iris used his unique magic to see if his dad could survive. The bottle was less than half full and was draining without Iris even doing anything.

“ It’s not your fault Iris” his father said struggling to embrace his son. “ remember none of this happened because of you, you’re the most precious person to us”. As the bottle kept draining Iris decided to use he UM so that his father wouldn’t have to die in pain.

S.T.Y.X

On the day they were planning to leave S.T.Y.X came as they found disturbing evidence that was happening. During this Iris was found crying clutching on to his father.

The Staff couldn’t get through to Iris mainly due to rough way he was bought there and getting his stuff taken. He refused to do anything crying over his family until Mrs. Shroud came back due to her reminding him of his mother Iris slowly started to communicate.

Fortunately she gave back most of his possessions

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[reineyelah]

I gotta rant.

I understand that the show is called Naruto. I really really do. The show is about Naruto. It really is.

Before I get into this rant, I am going to reference Harry Potter. In Harry Potter, he is the main character too. And somehow, by some miracle, they don't show Harry Potter somehow magically surpassing all of his teachers and the headmaster by the time he is 15, and he still doesn't surpass any of them by the time he defeats Voldemort. He just grows naturally. He doesn't become invincible, he doesn't get superpowers, he is just Harry.

So now we go back to Naruto.

Somehow, SOMEHOW, and this goes for Sasuke too...somehow these two kids surpass their teacher by the time they are 16? Excuse me?

Their teacher, who is a legend in the ANBU Black Ops, their teacher who knows 1000 jutsu......

Well, actually this rant is about the complete mishandling of Kakashi's power level. Literally a colossal fumbling in my opinion. Because he is hyped up as this like.....super assassin. And then they get to Zabuza and he is trapped in a water bubble and sits out some of the fight so two 12 year olds can do it instead.

And then, like the only time we see a glimpse of the character he could have been is when he escapes the water prison.

And then he goes right back to being like........not necessarily mid, but his power level fluctuates wildly all over the place. Like, during the Pain attack, he does like three things and dies. Excuse me? This is the person who people are afraid to even talk about in ANBU?

And somehow, Naruto, who knows nothing about anything, who didn't even know his own chakra nature until Kakashi showed him...."surpasses" Kakashi at 16?

Surpasses the guy who invented his own jutsu at like.....12? And somehow Naruto is the only one who can just magically make the Rasengan better? Not even Minato could do it? Naruto can just because? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

And don't even get me started on I-pretend-I-invented-Chidori Sasuke, the fucking prick. He goes from being stomped by Itachi, Kakashi.............like, and then suddenly he is smart enough to develop new Chidori styles? When? When did that happen? He was never "smart" like Kakashi or Itachi. He was competent, but not genius level. Then suddenly he makes the Chidori "better" with zero respect of where it came from? Prick.

I am just not at all convinced of Sasuke, Naruto, or even Sakura (who surpasses Tsunade just because too) earning the things they can do, and certainly not them being in any way, shape, or form, better than Kakashi, and somehow Naruto is even better than Jiraiya????? Huh?

The Naruto/Sasuke glazing in this show is wild.

I love the show, but goddamn did they have to nerf Kakashi and others down to nothing to make Naruto and Sasuke stand out like they earned it. It is like the writer gave everyone a taste of Baddass! Kakashi during the first Zabuza fight (and even the second one) and then went "shit, he's too powerful, dial him back a lot so Naruto doesn't seem incompetent like he is".......like no, it is ok for the main character to be weaker than the adults for the entire story, because it makes sense. And he can even win despite being weaker, you know, since adults are helping him.

And meanwhile, in Harry Potter, this glazing shit didn't have to happen. Like, in Half Blood Prince, at the end, Snape knocks him on his ass.

AND THAT MAKES SENSE. It doesn't diminish Harry's character. It is just realistic. Because never in a million years is Harry going to "surpass" Severus Snape. At least not at that time.

I wouldn't have much of a problem if Naruto surpassed Kakashi by the time he became Hokage......but doing it when he 15 is just nonsense level story telling.

Booooooooo.

The only thing Naruto even semi-earned is Sage Mode, but it still doesn't make sense that he can do that better than Jiraiya........

(And I guess tree-walking....like all the stuff he learned before Jiraiya ever showed up is fine.....)

[dearlymrme]

Ember-Touched (Portgas D. Ace/Reader)

Part of Schrodinger's Shooting Star series.

Summary: Aboard the Piece of Spadille, what starts as teasing turns into something more. Ace wrestles with the idea of being seen as lovable, his defenses crumbling beneath quiet touches and stolen kisses. Beneath the warmth of the sun and your unwavering presence, he stops pretending and finally leans in, ready to accept what’s always been there.

“To get hitched is a phrase meaning: to get married.” 

The sun hung high, casting a golden glow across the stern deck of the Piece of Spadille. Waves murmured softly against the ship's hull, their rhythm soothing the otherwise quiet afternoon with a gentle, lulling melody. Low winds carried the ship forward, whispering a soft tune as they danced against the sails. The Spade Pirates were going about their hobbies either on deck or below, given just how calm it was. 

Though the idea of sailing the vast oceans of One Piece conjures excitement and grand adventure, the reality often includes long stretches of downtime.

With no threat on the horizon and no need for all hands on deck, the ability to keep yourself entertained or learn a new skill was often the only thing standing in the way of throwing oneself overboard out of sheer boredom.

“Makes sense. It means to join two ropes together.”

You leaned against the ship's rail, your gaze wandering over the bright blue horizon. While Ace lay sprawled across your lap, his hat tipped over his eyes to shield from the sun, his legs bent and one thrown over the other knee.

“Got another?” He asked in the midst of a yawn. Whether it's from an oncoming narcoleptic attack or the comfort of your presence, he stays right where he is. He seems to rather enjoy your lap over his own bed.

Your fingers twirl a stray lock of his hair, a habit he’s noticed. When you need something to fiddle with, it's often because the anxiety of being shot from one world to another starts creeping in. So, he and the crew distract you. 

It gets worse on quiet days, which is why he often swoops you up for an adventure or helps you invent games, even mundane ones.

Given your unique situation of a modern-day individual falling into the romanticized pirate age of One Piece, there is no shortage of things to talk about and stories to share.

Idioms and homophones—two words that earned a raised brow and a cheeky grin from Ace.

"‘I don’t know what those two words mean, but if it puts a smile back on your face, I’m in.’” he had said.

You hum in thought, searching your brain for anything to stick out.

Today's topic revolved around old phrases and the surprising number that originated in the age of pirates. The bitter end was just one of many.

"The bitter end?” You suggest, feeling his shoulders give a casual shrug against your thighs.

“More rope slang. It’s the end part of the rope attached to the bitt,’ Ace says with a teasing smile. “You’re still learning terms, so I’ll be sure to go over parts of the ship with ya again later.”

You give his hair a teasing tug in return, earning a hum of appreciation you refuse to indulge, at least for now. Maybe later when you can work up the courage.

"Torpedo?" You ask.

"It’s an electric ray. Mean little things, but they taste amazing when cooked right," Ace replies, stretching slightly against your legs.

"Oh, cool. It’s also a cannonball that can be fired underwater."

Ace pauses for a beat, blinking. "Wait, what?” He shifts, tilting his head up towards you. “That sounds—wait, sick? Yeah. That’s sick!" 

You bite back a laugh, feigning a cough instead. His excitement, his clumsy-but-correct use of slang... all while looking so proud of himself. No, you can’t laugh. It’s endearing, almost painfully so. He’s too cute. So young this early in his journey with the Spade Pirates.

His silver eyes shimmer with glee, his cheeks dimpling with warmth, and his freckles standing out sharper in the sunlight. They dusted his face like a fleeting blush and spattered across his body like droplets from a muddy rain. Even dotting over his chest before they thin and fade, nearly invisible unless you were close enough to appreciate them.

At his waistband, three dark moles form a tiny constellation, a celestial invitation your lips ache to press against.

“Angel kisses.” You murmur, fingers weaving through his hair before tracing the shell of his ear, where even there, a few small brown moles reside.

“Angel kisses?” He echoes, his tone casual, but there is an edge to it now, just barely audible.

“It’s what they call freckles in some places. People who have them are considered beautiful and angelic. An even more common belief is that every little freckle is made by a kiss from an angel.”

His eyes flicker from curiosity to surprise, unable to look away.

A soft smile tugs at your lips, your expression effortlessly relaxed. Your absentminded twirl of his hair suddenly feels to be more purposeful than mindless. Your eyes, holding him with a feather softness that tickles him the more he keeps staring. The sun slips past the clouds, its brightness forming a near-halo around you.

It’s corny and poetic, and it sends his heart leaping into his throat.

“And you’re covered in them. That’s a lot of lovin’, Ace."

His breath catches, the sudden heat in his cheeks ignites into sparks, which he quickly snuffs out by pulling his hat down over his face, hiding both himself and his blush from your too honest, too genuine stare.

“I-I don’t believe you. You made that up.” He crosses his arms tightly over his chest, as if that could hide the heat rising off him. It seems he’s forgotten that his head is on your lap and the back of his neck nearly feels like a furnace all of a sudden.

“Nuh-uh.” You quickly defend and give that same curl of his hair you worry about another playful tug. Your tone stays light, though you worry you might be brushing too closely against his insecurities.

“They’re also called sun kisses,” you add softly, tracing another spot. “Cause they get darker if you're in the sun for too long. Like your whole body’s blushing.” You poke at another dark spot near his collarbone. He jerks at the touch, a quiet noise escaping him before he can stop it. The weight of your finger lingers, gentle and apologetic but unrelenting.

Your finger remains, not pressing, but not withdrawing either. He stiffens beneath the touch, torn between retreating and leaning into it.

You worry you may have taken the teasing too far.

The seconds following could have ripped out your heart had he not leaned back into your touch. A flood of relief washes over you, prompting you to swipe your finger across the mole in quiet appreciation, even as he remains silent.

He responds with a muffled attempt to believe the idea of being seen as something so... pure. 

“That’s cheesy as hell.”

You smile at his acceptance. Maybe not entirely, but enough to nurture a seed of doubt that he's not the stain in his father's shadow. Not a curse or a plague but someone you say to be loved or worth loving, even by the holiest of creatures.

"Didn't say it wasn’t." You admit, gently lifting his hat to reveal the soft ember glow of his cheeks and the furrowed concentration knotting his brow.

His thoughts churn so intensely that even his facial muscles seem to be working overtime. Caught in your stare, his cheeks burn brighter, and his hand shifts nervously as his mind wars with itself.

You pout at him and his angry lines before taking a calculated risk and leaning down to press your lips to them, then again, and you are stopped the third time by his hand pressed to your lips. 

“Hey, stop it. I already got enough freckles, I don’t need you added to ‘em.”

You grin against his warm skin at his teasing response and mirror his mischievous expression. A suave smolder, sharp and knowing, with the smallest flash of teeth that sends your stomach into a tumble. He knows exactly what he's doing, and the glint in his eyes proves it.

“I beg to differ.”

Your muffled response comes shamelessly as your tongue flicks across the callused skin of his hand. His smile vanishes, and he recoils with a hiss.

“Really? When did you become like Luffy?” He laughs, snatching his hat and stuffing it against your face with exaggerated drama.

You lock your arms around him and giggle, tipping your head back enough that the hats push further up. The string catches your neck and stops the stylish fashion choice to rest perfectly at your crown.

You lean back down, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips, which he pretends to fight. His gentle struggle is all for show. If he truly wanted to, he could toss you off effortlessly, whether gently or not.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his hand finds the side of your face as he tilts his head, just slightly, ready to accept the next kiss.

[creatortools]

OC LORE FINALLY YIPPEE

Mb it’s kinda late, but better late than never-

So here is Sorn (the mentor) and Auric (S-2005)

The first photo is Sorn while the second is Auric. Some info about them is below :D

I just pulled up some character sheet templates from Pinterest and added, changed or removed some of the info from the templates.

Sorn:

-Name: Sorn Night Valor -Meaning of name: First name means "revenge" -Nicknames: Mentor/the Mentor/My Mentor (Auric), High Commander/Commander V/V (His men, Auric), Friend (Auric) -Age: Older than 100, but younger than 200 -Gender: Male (He/him) -Sexuality: Gay -Height: 6'2 -Species: Human, Immortal Type A, cannot die due to old age (but can die to other means like murder) -Relationship status: Single -Some Known Relationships (any kind): Lotan "Leviathan" Oliver (Deceased husband), Hydor Oliver-Valor (son), S-2005 ("Traveling buddy"), Lieutenant V (Brother) -Strengths: Strong, quick decision making, smart, paranoid -Weaknesses: Bulky/slow-ish, rash decision making, lack in empathy, paranoid -Other: Tried to kill Auric when they first met.

Auric:

-Name: S-2005 -Meaning of name: Auric means "Golden", but for S-2005, The S means "Sniper" -Nicknames: Auric (Sorn), Traitor (SG-████), Roach (P-████), Piece of trash/scrap metal (P-████) -Age: Almost 200 -Gender: Male (He/they/it) -Sexuality: Queer -Height: 7'4 -Species: War Machine/Robot (Don’t have a name for the species yet), image is him in his human disguise/form -Relationship status: Single -Some Known Relationships (any kind): Sorn Night Valor (Mentor), SG-████ (Former ally), P-████ (Former ally, Ex), Hydor Oliver-Valor (Prisoner) -Strengths: Extremely strong, cunning, tech advancements, face recognition -Weaknesses: Lack of intelligence (but not completely stupid), height, large amounts of water, their core, unable to understand some aspects of human society -Other: He's left handed, his species has a crosshair (thing in shooting games) in their eyes. Auric has it in his left eye, which indicates he's left handed. | His programing is all over the place. | Mistook a garbage can as a charging pod

Sorn's thoughts about Auric:

"I don't like him. He's annoying, doesn't know much about Earth and human inventions. He should know them. Their species is super intelligent. They can read me like a book, they know how their complex alien inventions work. So how come he doesn't know or understand basic Earth things like etiquette and our basic inventions and Earth in general. It doesn't make sense to me at all. I have seen their species outright contrast this. His species knows about stuff like that, so why is he an outlier? Is he just pretending? Fuck, maybe he's trying to backstab me or something. I need to kill them before they kill me…but I need them…I need them in order to see my son again. But…if he harmed my son, I don’t care about keeping him alive, I won’t hesitate to kill him for his actions."

(Sorn stopped responding to any of my questions for the day)

Auric's thoughts about Sorn:

"A lovely man. He seems nice, seems to care about me and the humans around him. He gave me the name Auric. It's such a beautiful name. He just seems…mad at me all the time…or just distant. I wish I knew why. Well…I mean…I was a guard…uhm���guarding his son's prison cell, and my kind killed his husband, maybe that's why. But…I'm not like them…I am just doing my job. I made sure he was fed…I made sure he was safe…I…I didn't hurt his son, I swear…I didn't hurt his son.”

(Auric was silent for a moment)

“…I…I mean, he’s kind enough to keep my true identity a secret. I’m an enemy to the human race, my kind and his kind are at war for quite some time now. I’m loyal to the hive…but…the humans. They can’t…I can’t…I don’t know which side to fight for. I…I apologize I’m not usually this soft. I’ll just…”

(Steam or smoke started to come from his head and was unresponsive for the rest of the day. He was able to function but stopped talking for the rest of the day)

These thoughts were recorded a couple months after they first met. These thoughts might change over time. So hehehehe…

Might add onto this and draw them digitally? (I’m changing up the way I draw on digital so much that I am unmotivated AAAAAAA) But you guys can always ask questions about these two as well as the rest of my universe :D. I'll talk about some of my worlds next.

@riooooooooo I'll get into some of my worlds hehe

After that, if you guys are interested in Auric's species. I'll make a post about it! I love making his species :D.

@waterbottlegal15 wanted some OC lore so here is some OC lore

Height difference:

[fanged-fanfics]

Hi hi-! I've been a fan of your writings for the lmk Fandom for awhile! I was wondering if I could request a redson headcannons of if the reader was a punk singer or in a punk band. Like riot grrl or something like that!

I hope you have a good day/or night!!

☆ Fire and The Fuse — Red Son x Punk!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Red Son tended to listen to different types of music for different situations. When he was tinkering on new inventions, it tended to be calmer, introspective music. When driving, he preferred loud and energetic. But his personal favorite was a little band he'd discovered by chance— the one you lead

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He tends to wear headphones, going about his tasks with your music blaring in his ears. He likes to pretend it's a refined taste, so if anyone asks what he's listening to he's gonna do the whole "well they're very underground, so you likely wouldn't know them, they're much too cool for your puny peasant mind"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ticket listings never stood a chance. The second he hears you're performing local, he's got three monitors up to swipe the first best tickets (front row, of course, so he can see you up close)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He even once got lucky enough to snag a backstage VIP pass, after watching for your newest tour tickets to drop for about three days. He was blown away by your performance, as always, but the chance to meet you face to face?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He had his chest puffed up as he walked back, confidence in full swing as he was still starstruck by the fact that he was going to meet his idol. The second he sees you, the wind is taken out of him. You were always graceful and so full of life on stage, but here? Absolutely enchanting

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You gladly approached and shook his hand, but the way his cheeks burned with color didn't escape your notice at all. He started rambling about how he's taken the honor of being one of your first and biggest fans, and you nodded along politely

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You found it easy to chat with him. He didn't just admire you as an idol, he remembered things you'd mentioned in interviews as just who you are. He'd even brought a snack you mentioned liking as a gift. At the end of it all, you parted, and Red Son was beaming the whole way home

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He felt a particular warmth in his chest following the visit, and every moment after when listening to your songs. He mentally excused it as just being starstruck, but he knew there was a certain giddiness to it. Something he'd never admit openly, but he mentally anticipated meeting you again someday

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS Severance AU: Get me out of here.

[the-great-horse-cocktail]

Alternate timeline where Stanley doesn’t accidentally ruin Ford’s project but he still doesn’t get into Geek Life University bc some kid showed up with a baking soda volcano

[hacash]

jared harris doomed grouchy alcoholic captain of my heart and all, but I cannot emphasise just how moving it is to read the actual crozier’s letters to his ‘dear sisters’ and nicknaming his sister charlotte as ‘dear small’ and gushing over how excited he is to serve under someone so honourable as sir john franklin and constantly asking james clark ross to pass on his love to ross’s wife and baby and nicknaming anne ross ‘thot’ (??) and the baby cute things like ‘the dear little stranger’ and ‘little sir james’

and yes I love terror’s francis ‘crankypants’ crozier, but the fact that we think of victorian men as being repressed and emotionless and yet every single one of the real man’s letters just overflows with affection and good humour just Does Something to me ok

[cloudinal]

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

[sesamenom]

maglor's first time getting to go to a concert / his favorite singer attending maglor's first big concert

[autisticshizuo]

first hawaiian shirts and sweater + shirt in this heat and now tracksuits? why did they got hit with the middle age crisis fits..

[sforzesco]

CAESAR AUGUSTUS AND MARCUS LICINIUS CRASSUS

this is about the spolia opima that crassus was robbed of lmao. like, yeah okay octavian could've asked him not to claim it, but nevertheless. a kind of theft happened there.

Fact and Fiction: Crassus, Augustus, and the Spolia Opima, Catherine McPherson

[cappyjara]

does the Mystery Shack have an in-universe wikipedia page? does Stan have his own wikipedia page? does Ford have a wikipedia page that halfway through pivots away from his scientific research to how he (Stan) started up a tourist trap in the woods in the middle of nowhere?