#and I'm loosely using the recent leaving robin thing

[missfrustration]

to teach a captain - part 1 (luffy x reader 18+ fanfic)

summary: Luffy walks in on you touching yourself, and things quickly get out of hand.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, sexual content, masturbation, cluelessness, luffy is a curious guy, reader is a member of the straw hat crew, post-time skip, second-hand embarrassment, no spoilers, no use of y/n

A/n: My first multi-part fic. I'm so glad people enjoyed it on ao3, so I'm posting it here! Enjoy!

words: 2.1k

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Something gnawed at you all day today. It wasn’t until you were munching on the assorted fruit that Sanji prepared for the girls after breakfast that you realized the feeling. You watched your captain sit comfortably on the head of the Sunny, staring out into the open blue, when the very thought snapped into your mind. 

You haven’t touched yourself in a while, and it was well due for a session. 

Typically, you don’t pleasure yourself outside of your bath time due to the lack of privacy on the ship, but showers have been rushed since Sunny's recent island escapade that you havent had the time. Since then, the crew regained their idle hours, and man, the level of horniness told you things needed to happen now. 

You set your bowl of fruits beside the deck railing and quickly dart to the girls’ room. Typically, you would never imagine doing the deed here, but Nami and Robin were busy on the ship and typically would stay above deck all day. None of the boys dare go in the girls’ room for fear of Nami’s wrath, so you don’t need to worry about someone barging in.

You reach your dresser tucked in the corner of the girls’ room and search under all the mess of clothes. At the very bottom, you pull out a small purple dildo and some lube and plop down on your bed. You didn’t bother shutting the door all the way; from the way you were feeling, you knew it wouldn’t take long.

You spared yourself from any niceties to get yourself in the mood. You peel off your pants and underwear and leave your top on, instantly wrinkling the smooth sheets of the mattress. 

When the silicone head tapped your clit, you already felt sparks. You knew you needed relief. Now.

The silicone base was lubricated in seconds, and you revel in the way your pussy quickly molded to the length of your little helper. It didn’t take long to start pumping it in and out of you. 

You know your arousal wouldn’t let you last long, but showing your pleasure would make you cum faster. You threw one arm over your eyes and arched your head back. Your legs splayed on your sheets that shaped a lazy outline around your body. Your toes clutch at the rivets the sheets have made, you clench your fingers around your toy in the same way your palm clenches your breast, kneading and pumping and thrusting in all the right ways.

“Fuck yes.” You moan out, your hands grab at anything around you, from the loose strands of your hair to the loose shirt to the tangled sheets, before covering your face again. You arch into the mattress, opening up your legs more as you pound into you. 

You breathlessly pant, feeling your climax already brush up. 

Yes.

In and out, you pushed your toy, swallowing it down so well over and over until, finally, that tight coil started to stutter. God, you need it so badly now, those sloppy pumps to reach you there until you can no longer think about anything except your hand clawing right over your eyes, ready to muffle your screams over and over again. You’re so close now, so desperate to reach the line that your hips buck into your hand, biting your lip hard to impress into the skin forever, your light moans and whimpers are barely controllable as you start to climb.

Yes…

You wonder how much you’ll need to muffle your orgasm when that toy dick plunges into you just right, practically making you whimper.

You gasp when you feel it coming closer and closer and…

“Yes!”

“You left your fruit thingys.”

A voice from the doorway, so joyful that you know who said it before you looked up in horror. Luffy smiles, which quickly dissolves into confusion when he sees your face.

You immediately jump up and yelp, grabbing the blanket from your bed to cover your bare bottom, but it was too late; you know Luffy see everything in your legs and the things in between. 

“Hey, what’s that you’re doing?” Luffy asks, turning his head at you.

“Luffy?! What the fuck, dude, go away!” You scream at him.

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Luffy, holy shit, I’m not doing this with you—fucking leave!” You panic, grab the nearest thing, and throw it in Luffy’s vicinity.

It was your bottle of lube, which cracked open on impact and landed against the wall with a grimy splat!

He stepped back as a frown pillaged his face.

“Whatever, I’ll eat them myself!” He yells, darting down the hall. The sounds of fruit scarfing quickly start before fading away.

Your hand, once stuttered in the air from throwing your projectile, now slumps onto the sheets. Your entire body follows, until your head locks into the nearest pillow and you scream out all the embarassment trapped in the air. Your muffled screams last longer than you would’ve liked.

If Blackbeard himself walked up to you right now with a rhinestone encrusted pistol loaded to the brim and aimed at your forehead, you would’ve let him pull the trigger.

——

It wasn’t until a few hours later that the ship reached the next charted island.

“We’re here!” Nami’s voice rings through the ship, causing everyone to gather on the front deck.

“Alright, welcome to Tashini, home of entertainment! We are going to stock up here before heading out tomorrow night.”

“Suuper! I need to stock up Sunny on some more cola.” Frankly sings, grabbing a backpack about the size of his fist. It looks microscopic compared to his large back. 

“You said there were things worth looking at, right, Nami?” Zoro asks. 

“Yes! Tashini is known for its numerous entertainment districts and has killer drinks that pair best with the local food.” Nami winks, knowing how Zoro is.

“Hey, sounds good to me,” Zoro says, gathering his swords on his sheath.

Nami calls out your name. 

“You ready to go shopping?” She asks.

You freeze a little, looking around the ship for something to say. From what happened earlier, you feel like going out today would stress you out more. On top of that, the girls would notice something wrong and want to know all the details. On a whim, you clutch your stomach.

“Oh, ah, I’m not feeling good today. Mind if I stay back and look over the ship?” You stay, patting your skin down slightly. Nami tilts her head at you with slight surprise.

“Aw, really? That’s too bad,” Nami says, “Sure thing, we can shop another time.”

“I hope you don’t mind if Nami and I go alone.” Robin giggles.

“Not at all. You have fun without me, and I can join you girls next time. Keep your eyes peeled for anything I would like.” You smile, and the girls both agree.

That went better than planned, you think. Maybe this can help me relax from what happened a few hours ago.

You hear footsteps behind you until they suddenly stop a foot next to you.

“I feel sick, too!” Luffy said. “I need to stay on the ship.”

You froze, realizing the voice of your captain was right behind you, making you jump in surprise. It seems you’re not the only one to do that.

In fact, there have been a few times when the crew reacts in such surprise to Luffy, either widening their eyes or dropping their jaws in awe. In every case up to now, nothing could stop him from head-first cartwheeling to the newest island.

Sanji wacks him on the head.

“Huh?! There’s no way you are, Luffy; you were perfectly fine a minute ago! Jeez, you’ve been hanging out with Usopp too much.” Sanji groans. 

“Yeah!” Usopp says, “He’s been hanging out with me too—hey, wait a minute! What do you mean by that?!” Ussop practically steams out of his ears, being so bewildered about the most obvious thing. You all know Usopp loves to act sick anytime he detects a whiff of danger.

This causes the boys to argue about Usopp’s previous severe “diseases” that he’s managed to catch every time he senses danger. Still, you can’t forget the lingering gaze Luffy gives you in between, which makes you turn away in embarrassment. The last time he saw you was… then.

Sanji pipes up.

“Besides, I thought you wanted to try that world-famous fried squid that the town’s known for. You were yapping about it all day yesterday!” He says.

Luffy perks up, seeming to regain his previous exigency. “Oh, yeah. Never mind, let’s go!” Luffy says, now confidently strutting off the deck with no symptoms, ultimately confusing the whole crew. 

Sanji shrugs in defeat and sighs. “I’m not even going to ask,” he mutters. He joins the rest, getting off the Sunny.

“Do you need me to stay here and look at you?” Chopper asks you. He looks up at you with concerned eyes that melt your heart. You feel a tinge of guilt for lying and making him worry.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Chopper. I know you wanted to get more supplies for the sick deck. Just work your magic when you come back, okay?” You know how much he was looking forward to this. You definitely didn’t want to keep him behind.

“Alright, if you insist.” Chopper gleams, shaking from excitement. “Let’s go, guys!”

“Let’s meet at dusk, everybody. That’ll give each of us a few hours before we need to leave,” Nami calls, earning a hearty agreement in unison. 

You watch them slowly trek into the horizon, heading out in individual directions to start their journies. Your eyes lingered on Luffy, the outline of his shadow with hands looped behind his head and his chest held high. It looked like he didn’t have a care in the world until you lost his figure to the island's horizon.

—

You take in the quiet atmosphere of the Sunny in the absence of the rest of the crew. It was like night and day, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Total peace and quiet is a yearning you have now and then, especially after living with a bustling crew daily. 

About an hour after everyone left, you take this time to do some chores you’ve put on the back burner. After tidying up your space, you start a steady line of folding the girls' laundry. Even with Nami’s small clothes, the amount of baby tees and bikinis she has en masse is enough to fill up all of the lockers if they’re not compressedly folded. You’ve had to learn that from experience more than a few times.

If your little interaction with Luffy hadn’t happened earlier, you would’ve taken this time to beat off now. Unfortunately, the guilt and embarrassment from the whole situation turned you off. You vow to never again touch yourself outside of your regular scheduled shower and bath times. 

You sigh. What could you even say about this morning? Luffy is your captain, the one who asked you to join as his nakama in the first place, someone you’ve trusted with your life along with the other crewmates, and it wasn’t exactly ideal to have him walk in on you booty butt-naked. God, you could dissolve into the earth’s core from all the embarrassment! 

It was not your proudest moment, but knowing Luffy, there’s not much left to do except hope he’ll forget it and you two can put it behind you in no time. Knowing him, it’s the most likely scenario.

After the last few articles, you stretch your legs and walk up to the deck to ensure everything’s okay. You doubt anybody would raid the fearsome Strawhat ship, but you’ve been surprised quite a few times since joining the crew. 

You walk to the door, but it suddenly bursts open before you can reach the handle. The lightning-fast momentum of it almost wacks you in the face, causing you to scream and jump out of your skin. 

“Hey, I found you!” It was the voice of the man who swung that poor door open. 

The one you wanted to avoid this whole time.

“Luffy?!” You yell, “What are you doing here? I thought you were out with the others on Tashini?”

“I snuck back here when Sanji and Ussop weren’t looking,” Luffy smiled. “I wanted to talk to you.”

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Rue - Chatper 3

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Usually, the night wasn't this clear nor could you see the stars, but tonight seemed to be special on its own. This side of Gotham was much darker and quiet than it typically was during summer and especially after a holiday. The most light being thrown out was from street lamps and door lights. You'd only be able to vaguely spot a stray cat, if you looked up at the sky you could just make out some stars, winking at anyone who could spot them.

A subtle gust of wind came through making Spector's coat flutter a bit where he stood, his last stop as it was he was finishing up patrol for the night. He grunted as he landed on the fire escape and made his way down. He dropped down into the alley next to a garbage disposal, he removed the tarp revealing his motorcycle behind a semi-tall mountain of boxes. He backed out from beside the wall of boxes and sped out into the night.

The lights became neon strips, the wind screamed as it bit his face. The buildings seemed to melt together, only separating when making turns. He finally came to the Trigate Bridge, he weaved his way through the cars and trucks of Gotham civilians and foreigners.

He turned down a road that led into one of the more rural side of New Jersey. No more was their neon strips as he drove. The deep green shade of a blur, beyond the first few trunks darkness not many would be able to see through. If it weren't for the air still screaming in Spector's ears perhaps he would the few animals that were awake; the hooting of an owl; the sound of a twig snapping under the pressure of an opossum; the quick sound of a stray-awake fox looking for a midnight snack. Perhaps if he had been walking, on a stroll this night he would have caught the beady eyes of a raccoon watching him go by.

The Spector turned down a graveling trail, not a trail to those with dull eyes. About a mile down this trail it became a more solid, paved rock road. Head down a ways more you go through a tunnel leading to the Batcave. And to think if it had been any other motorcycle, he would have sounded like a radiator had caught a bad cough with 'VVVERRRWWRRR'.

"Anything to report," Batman grumbled.

"Other than an attempted mugging nothing else. It was a rather calm night," Spector responded. Batman frowned, "You made a detour from your route at 11:28. Why."

Spector made a frown alike if not a replica of Batman's. He may know Bruce to be paranoid but the man could stand to trust him more. But then again he did leave him at one point, what made him think he wouldn't leave Bruce again. Or at least Batman again.

"He found a stray cat and her fresh litter Bruce. Nothing to worry about," Barbara said rolling back in. Batman simply grunted in response, while he didn't like the reason he couldn't blame his son for going off to help some animals. He had always had a soft spot for them. He left to change out of his cowl.

Babs rolled in front of the Batcomputer with a small smile to herself as she did a quick run-through of Gotham. Spector leaned against the back of the chair next to Barbara, he gave an aggressive sigh and took off his mask.

Barbara's typing slowed for a moment before she continued at her regular speed, "Just say your thoughts, Damian."

Damian's lips became a thin line, contemplating whether to take the offer or wait to speak to his preferred associates. Most of them were most likely asleep but they would wake up at a moment's notice if necessary. But Barbara, like the rest of his family, knew how Bruce could be.

"Father still doesn't trust me." Damian finally said and stared at his mask. He felt as though a weight was pushing him down, it was an uneasy feeling, not one he was as familiar with.

"He's worried about you Damian. Yes, he is paranoid, we all know he is paranoid. He trusts all of us, even you. He's just hard-headed," Barbara turned to him," much like you." Damian frowned at her, while yes she was right that didn't mean he had to like it.

"You left Damian, only communicating with us only when you needed some papers signed. Just enough to let us know you're alive. You only came back for just a year before you left again." Damian glanced away from her some of his undesired guilt floating back up. While usually, he could not care less about how his actions left others when he was so sure of his decisions. But sometimes he second-guessed his decision from his youth.

"We didn't expect you to move to a different city for two years. It put everyone on edge at best." Barbara's eyes narrowed at Damian, "We had to figure out how to fill in the void of you leaving."

"The void of Robin leaving," Damian growled his anger coming up. Barbara rubbed her temple while Damian gripped his mask. Damian took moment to center himself, "I am sorry Gordon, I shouldn't direct my anger at you. It will not happen again."

"We both know it's not so simple." Barbara smiled and squeezed Damian's arm, "Your apology is accepted."

"I'm going to bed," was all he said and he stocked off from the red-haired woman. Barbara sighed as Damian's silent footsteps went away.

☾•☽

"Little D you need to spread your wings," Dick said pointing a fork at Damian.

Damian glanced up at his brother with a bored face. "Richard I believe I have already done my fair share of "spreading my wings" as you put it. I am content with where I am at the moment." Damian continued to eat as Dick frowned at him, "You should get a roommate."

Damian rolled his eyes, "Not this ridiculous ideology again."

"He doesn't really need a roommate Dick," Tim said, looking over some papers.

"I think it would be fun if you got a roommate Uncle Dame," Mar'i said from across the table. "Also perhaps you could use it as practice."

Damian turned to the girl, "In what regard do you mean Mar'i?"

"Like research, background checks, y'know? When was the last time you did an actual background check?" Mar'i glanced at her dad before dropping a sausage for Benson. Damian gave her a frown for that, she simply smiled innocently at him. Benson nudged Mar'i for another piece.

"Also!" Mar'i exclaimed before Damian could say anything to get her father's attention, "I could help." She smiled at Damian, her green eyes pleading with him. "It would not only be beneficial for you but for me!"

Damian knew she was trying to use this as an excuse to get out of being grounded, or at least to enjoy it. She didn't get to join her mother in going to Tamaran this summer as a part of her grounding. That was Kori's part of the grounding, Dick's was her restrictions on their nightly activities and who she was allowed to go with, and for her civilian life she could only go if Dick "approved."

Dick was frowning and as he opened his mouth Damian sighed, "You may help for the sake of practice if I ever decided to go with this ludicrous idea."

Dick had a feeling that it wouldn't be very soon that Damian would change his mind. So instead of disagreeing with the arrangement he ignored it. By the time Damian decided to have one it wouldn't be anytime this year most likely. Damian is calculating, he doesn't take risks. Yes sometimes he was still impulsive but he would not simply jump to just anything, let alone something like this.

Not that Dick knew he would be wrong, oh well.

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Friendly reminder I will tag you if you’d like!

Also, I’ve started another fic! It’s called “Taking Flight,” it's a Maribat and Adrienette. Please check it out at least! Have a wonderful 3 am!

[southfarthing]

hey!! 6, 8, 18 & 30 for the behind the scenes ask thing? :D

hellooo!! thank you!

6. If you’re really concentrating, how many words can you write in a day?

I think my record was 2.4k, but I'd say 1k is a good day. I remember managing only 500 words a day back when I was at uni, even if I had the whole dady to just write, so it's nice to see some progress! I'm a lot slower these days because my brain is slow and I'm having to handwrite (and later type with the screen down lmao which is then riddled with typos) so right now a good day is like 6 days of my notebook (so roughly 600 words)

8. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

Yes!! I have writing playlists depending on the mood of the scene I'm writing. They're mostly made of film/tv scores and other instrumental pieces. I've recently been listening to the Ophelia film title track on repeat

here are my playlists if anyone wants to try them?

tracks that make me think there IS some good in this world mr frodo

tracks that make me want to float down avalon in a burning boat

tracks that make me want to walk through the woods barefoot

tracks that should theoretically make me work harder

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Hmm.. just anything particularly angsty tbh. I like the part in chp 3 of scorch marks and embers when Arthur tries to fix things with Merlin because it mirrors the end of chp 1 (and all in Merlin’s space instead of Arthur’s!!) I just get really excited writing anything painful lmaooooo

Merlin stared at him; his eyes were wide, vulnerable. ‘You’re the King.’

‘I know that.’

‘I’m your servant–’

‘You’re my friend.’

His closest, truest friend.

Arthur’s face burned. Battling in tournaments in front of his people and fighting for his life against mercenaries and beasts was all well and easy, but this – looking Merlin in the eye and trying to get across his care and remorse and tentative hope for a renewed bond – took a different kind of bravery. He felt like was baring his soul, sitting here on a patient bed in the quiet workshop with Merlin, hoping that those meagre three words, whose truth was established years ago, would be enough to express his gratitude.

30. Tell us an idea for a longfic you want to write in the future.

OK OK OKOK !!!!!! I can’t get this planned robin hood au out of my head! I’m desperately trying to finish SMAE so I can get on with this!!!! Loosely: Uther is even Worse, Morgana is rightfully angry and a little evil, Arthur is kinda caught in the middle. Gwen & Merlin are banished or leave and thus begins the vigilante work ;) I still haven’t decided on how I want Gwen’s story to go or Morgana’s, or Arthur’s tbh, but I am very excited to get my teeth into it!! my friend says I need to stop making arthur suffer but i think it is very funny and good for character building lmao. also just love to see feral merlin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i can’t wait to actually write about a living, not-dead lancelot!!!!!!!

[fractualized]

Hi, I love your telltale batjokes fics and was wondering if you've ever thought of writing about Bruce & John taking in young Dick Grayson? For some reason I think John and itty bitty circus boy Dick would get along great and if there's someone who would not be weirded out by John's flair of dramatics and style it would be Dick. AND I can just see them getting into all kinds of trouble while Bruce desperately tries to keep the Manor and them in one piece lmao.

Hello! Thank you for reading!

Honestly, growing up, I was just never big on sidekicks, and now that I'm older, my thoughts on Robin are... neutral? It has crossed my mind, given that adopting proteges is such a big part of Batman's history, but in Telltale, Tiffany is already in that role. Given all that, I just haven't seriously thought about incorporating Dick Grayson.

I think it's true, though, that he and John would get along unexpectedly well (unexpectedly because John regularly puts people off on first meeting), for the very reason that Dick is used to unique characters after growing up in the circus. And since John is used to getting into trouble, I can see him encouraging Dick to– wait, no, John actively helps him investigate the circumstances of his parents' deaths, of course, because that's the kind of stress Bruce thrives on!

But it starts with Haly's Circus coming to Gotham and John dragging Bruce to see the show. Hm, maybe Zatanna is one of the acts, and there's a fun reunion scene ... but anyway, we stick with the old story. The mob, the Maronis establishing turf, demanded protection money from the circus, which refused to give into them. Several circus members, including Dick and Zatanna, witnessed this. So before the show, the thugs secretly damaged the trapeze equipment, and now Dick watches as his parents die in front of a live audience. Bruce is struck by another young man witnessing something so horrible, of course, and when Zatanna tells him about the mob threat, he immediately locks into investigating the case. He's affected more than that, though, and offers to take Dick in while it's determined who will be his guardian now. And Gordon is like, "uh, we all know your history and understand why you'd do this, but no way, you're not a trained foster parent or anything, and you're dating a murder clown who was only released from Arkham semi-recently with very strict conditions, we are not putting a minor and a witness in that situation, are you kidding?" (I'm thinking of this as post Backstitch, but in another universe where John is living in the manor, the optics are worse.)

So Dick ends up  staying elsewhere, but he wants to avenge his parents, so he sneaks out to find the men he saw threatening the Haly's managers, not that he fully understands what he plans to do because he's, like, twelve. When he gets back to the circus grounds, he finds Batman already inspecting the crime scene and waits for him to leave– except there's a tap on Dick's shoulder, and it's John. John's been worried about Bruce since he's been acting scattered after the Graysons' fall, so he used Tiffany's tracking system to follow him.

John has 100% A+ judgment, so he thinks, why shouldn't this kid want to help give these mob thugs what's coming to them? And if John helps too, they can get more information for Batman to make things easier on Bruce! Foolproof plan! John uses the tablet he took from the cave to see what results Batman found, and also what trails Bruce and Tiffany are following up first, so to speed things along, he and Dick will take the loose thread. And of course they just end up in the hands of the mob and have to be rescued.

And... stuff happens and lessons are learned, somehow, probably with Zatanna popping back in. And Dick ends up living in the manor after all and becomes Robin with proper training, but he and John still get into the occasional mess and also occasionally break manor antiques.

tl;dr: I hadn't thought much about it, but here's multiple paragraphs?

[hergan416]

First line meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 15 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag your favorite authors!

I was tagged by @touchmycoat and I will pass this on to anyone who wants to do it. Even if I don't follow you, or you don't think I mean you, I mean you if you think this sounds fun. Feel free to tag me so I can see what you learn!

About formatting--I am considering each chapter in the fic "Thirty One Days" a unique chapter for the purposes of this meme, as they are written to be loosely connected one shots.

I am using both of my pseuds to better get a picture of my writing history, so if you end up looking up my yugiomo pseud...know that there WILL be omorashi and consider this your warning. If you do not know what this is, and are over 18, use urban dictionary or something.

Astonishingly, all of the first lines of all of the fics are tumblr safe. Horray. Most of the fics aren't. If you look up any fics, PLEASE pay attention to the ratings on AO3, and any content warnings.

Patterns: Every. Single. One. Of my new (2019 holiday season forward) fics starts with the name of a person and a paragraph. This paragraph immediately sets up the person's thoughts. Previously, I had begun fics with much more action, often with dialog, or specific thoughts or actions. "Keijo!!!!!" was sitting in my drafts for years before it was finished and posted, so it makes sense that it followed my old format, despite falling on the newer side of the break I took writing. (It is the only thing I published besides the 2018 YGOME before the 2019 YGOME started me writing again.) The long break coincides, to my memory with the tumblr purge and me entering a long-term relationship with my current partner. I should maybe think about adding more action into my writing again.

15. "War of Love: The Game" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Draw!” Atem yelled as he pulled the card out of the deck and looked at it.

14. "Dignity Lost! The Ship Ride to Duelist Kingdom" (yugiomo pseud, and yes apparently I'm mainblogging that now). --- Anzu grit her teeth as she listened to the gentle sound of water on the hull of the giant boat, every wave torturous to her ears. Finally she stood from her position crouching next to Honda. “I’m at my breaking point,” she complained, her voice a slight whine.

13. "Paladins: Champions of the Realm" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Enemy double kill... enemy triple kill!” the automated voice announced. "Enemy killing spree.”

12. "Failure" (yugiomo pseud) --- Stupid Kaiba and his stupid rules! Jounouchi thought, desperately working at the restraints that held him him in place. Who even made desks like this anyway? It almost seemed like the chain was built in, like it was meant to be on the desk. But that couldn’t be right. Kaiba had said he’d had this desk as a kid.

11. "More Sex Play" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Want to play something other than Duel Monsters this afternoon?” Atem suggested to Kaiba as he dug through the golden box for his deck. “I live in a game shop, surely there is something else you’d like to try to beat me at.”

10. "Alone" --- All Kaiba wanted was to shrink away from the music, the noise and the crowd. He didn’t want to play this part anymore, but he had to, for Mokuba’s sake. Mokuba was all that was left.

9. "Trying (On) My Patience" -- “Look, all I’m saying is that you need to find something other than a discarded school uniform to throw over your shoulders. And maybe some better jewelry.”

8. "Keijo!!!!!" from "Thirty One Days" --- “Don’t you think we should check it out?” Atem insisted, his intense gaze meeting Kaiba’s across the desk. “It’s the latest competitive fad in Japan. According to Yugi, men are going crazy for it.”

7. "Liquid Gold" --- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9XaS93WMRQQ

Atem sat at the computer, simply searching the internet while he waited for Seto to finish up with his work. While he almost exclusively had been using this specific computer in Seto’s office space since coming back from the afterlife, occasionally Seto would use it to set the ambiance while Atem was gone. What Seto didn’t know is that Atem had figured out how to search the browsing history, and that he had recently seen that there were nearly 20 plays of the same youtube video.

6. "All I Want For Christmas..." --- Yugi yawned as he watched out the window of the Kaiba jet . It was the private one, not the blue eyes white jet; Yugi had always been secretly nervous about that plane’s capability of flying, and regardless, there wouldn't have been enough room for Mokuba, Yugi, and Seto to fly in the dragon-shaped jet together. He’d been woken by the announcement of the plane’s descent, as dawn broke over the unique arrangement of city and harbor that forms Sydney, Australia. 

5. "Help Me Doctor (I Have Sinned)" --- Marco always had an eye out for sails as he went about his daily tasks on Whitebeard’s peaceful home island. He’d been expecting Edward Weevil to make his way there eventually, and in the meantime needed to protect the small island from bands of low-class marauders. So, when he was walking down the beach and he recognized the telltale black flag, he immediately pulled out his spyglass. The jolly roger showed a skull surrounded by a fluffy pink scarf, with giant red lips and a brown and pink tricorne on its head, and Marco’s heart rate immediately increased.

4. "Shimmering Blush" --- Tony Tony Chopper woke up bright and early, excited to go back to see his friends. The last two years in Birdie Kingdom without seeing any of the other Straw Hats had been long, even with the new friends he’d made here. He knew he was stronger, and would do his best to support everyone now that he would finally get to see them again.

3. "House On A Hill" --- Marco wasn’t about to listen to Katakuri (of all people) lecturing him on selflessness. They both had always been the kind of people that would prioritize their families over themselves. That was why they had ended and Marco was cursing Katakuri for not leaving the island after yet another ill-advised tryst.

2. "Relief" (yugiomo pseud--you thought this died in 2017, didn't you?) --- Ryou had, for the most part, reached an understanding with the Spirit of the Ring. Unlike Yugi, Ryou was well-aware of the other person that had come attached to the Millenium Ring, the Item his father had gifted him from one of his archeological digs. Most people probably would have assumed they were cursed the first time they saw the disembodied Spirit following themselves around, and thrown the Ring away as far as they could. Ryou, in contrast, turned around, faced the Spirit, and said hello.

1. "Shared Nightmares" --- Robin has had nightmares about the Buster Call that destroyed Ohara ever since she escaped her fate. Sometimes it’s just the kids back home that picked on her and called her a devil child, all in the rescue boat and dying because she might have made it on board, sometimes it’s the burning of the Tree of Life, sometimes it’s Saul’s laughing face as Akoiji froze him solid.

0. "Seek and Ye Shall Find" (I miscounted and started a fic late and I am not spending time readjusting this nonsense) --- Atem was so happy he’d finally found a way to at least view what was happening back in Domino. Rather than getting surprised by the Gods’ future requests at world-saving, he could keep an eye on things from the afterlife. It’s not like he could transport himself to Domino without the Gods’ help, so it was more a way to keep an eye on things in the meantime. The Kaiba Dome seemed the best place for the mirror into the realm of the living; after all, Seto Kaiba now seemed the center of all the trouble.

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The Mayes Siblings | Batfam verse

⬆️ concept art / first time drawing them. Not my best work but it gets the point across

⬇️ updated / civilian designs

This is the original/main/Batman verse of Maxie in which their little brother Toby becomes the next Robin, and Maxie just kind of... hangs around. Don't ask me where in the timeline he exactly fits in, it's pretty loose anyway, he's in there somehow. Maybe he and the other Robins just sometimes switch around and Bruce hasn't noticed yet.

Toby is a 15 year old kid that recently got adopted by a billionaire, so he's trying to dress more fancy and look proper, but he's 15 and did not grow up with any of this so he is Not Good At It.

Maxie is a young adult that recently got quasi-adopted by a billionaire, and then proceeded to not give a singular fuck. They grew up poor and it was fine. They got this shirt at a thrift shop. They NEEDED it.

Being Robin, Toby doesn't have a lot of time for homework, and he's falling behind in his studies. Not being Robin, Maxie happens to have a bunch of free time, so they do it for him. Toby gets better grades than Maxie ever did.

More info under the cut

Okay so since these are self inserts, I'm using elements from my real life backstory for them, so this is gonna get a little personal I guess? I don't actually care at all but if anyone is uncomfortable with it be warned!

Originally, Maxie grew up as a somewhat spoiled only child in a lower class family. When they were 9 (and Toby was barely a year), their mother unexpectedly passed away, leaving them with their abusive father. As their mother had always been the only person that loved them unconditionally, Maxie went from the weird but outgoing kid to a social recluse, while Toby became the precious favorite child that can do no wrong.

Despite their differences in treatment, Maxie never resented their brother for what isn't his fault. Without a mother, they're almost like a second parent to him (not that he'd admit it) and care about him far more than themselves.

In this verse, their father died recently as well, and through some circumstance or another, Toby somehow managed to get himself adopted by Bruce Wayne. Which, to be fair, really isn't that difficult to acheive. The requirements are just to be an orphaned kid in his general vicinity, and he will find you. Maxie is too old to be adopted, but Bruce has a giant mansion and isn't enough of a heathen to separate siblings, so Maxie just got a spare room and lives there now. They don't see Bruce as a father figure, but he's like... this guy they live with now. Which is cool. I guess. He's fine. He's nice. They really don't actually see each other that much.

Toby doesn't really call him dad either, because his real dad was just with him for too long to be replaced, but he does look up to him a lot. Plus he's currently in his "fuck yes, I'm Robin!!" era, so honestly Batman can do no wrong in his eyes. For now. Maxie isn't entirely sold on the whole "send the child to fight criminals" thing, but you try telling Toby what to do. Ain't happening.

To summarize, Toby is an energetic boy who hasn't yet lost his innocence and learned how dark the world is, and Maxie ran out of fucks to give years ago, but god forbid anyone hurts the kid.

Bonus discord origin story ⬇️

[welllpthisishappening]

So I've been flying a lot recently and there's been some turbulence, but every time it makes me think of blue line and Will (I'm pretty sure will) and how he hates turbulence when flying. Basically whenever there's turbulence ona flight I now think of blue line and how much I love it!

You are absolutely right, anon! Will…hates turbulence. Like. Hates. It. I’m sorry there’s been anything except fabulously calm flights for you, so this happened because your message was very nice and everyone knows how much Will hates turbulence. 

“Scarlet, I need you to move your elbow, like, two hours ago.”

“We weren’t on this plane two hours ago.”

“Yes.”

Will glared at him, eyes narrowed and jaw almost obviously clenched, and Killian tried not to sigh too loudly, far too aware of the head on his shoulder and Ariel had slept the entire goddamn flight – even through the turbulence.

There was a lot of turbulence.

Enough that there’d been some kind of proclamation from whoever was in charge of air-traffic proclamations and they couldn’t fly home that night.

Killian was not pleased.

Will still looked kind of terrified.

“You’re going to do damage to your knuckles,” Robin pointed out, slumped in his chair on the other side of the aisle and Ruby’s limbs were everywhere. She’d unbuckled her seatbelt at some point, which might have been at least three quarters of the reason for Will’s white-knuckled grip on the arm rest, and they’d been sitting on the tarmac for what felt like several days.

Killian was going to dramatically sigh himself to death.

Maybe then Ariel would get her head of his shoulder. He was only slightly worried she was pinching a nerve. Or twenty.

His whole body hurt, bumps and bruises and one very solid check that earned that rookie in Minnesota two minutes, and they’d been on the road for over a week, a string of games that felt far too long, particularly when they weren’t winning any of them.

They hadn’t won any of them.

Arthur must have set a record for whiteboard damage.

He was probably pacing in the cockpit.

And Killian really just wanted to go home and see Emma and Matt and they hadn’t actually told anyone anything else yet, but thinking about that made his heart doing something absurd in his chest and he really hoped it was a girl.

He kept telling Emma that.

It made her laugh.

“Shut up, Locksley,” Will hissed, pulling Killian back into the moment and the general frustration of a team that was probably not going to make the playoffs. “This is—“

“—An overreaction,” Ruby mumbled. She didn’t lift her head off Robin’s knee, voice just a bit muffled by league-mandated dress pants, but Killian was fairly certain she still managed to glare at all of them at once. “And you are talking way too loud.”

Robin hummed in agreement. “Screaming more like. Sometimes I wonder who’s the actual child in this hockey family. Gives Matt a run for his money.“

“Yeah, that’s super funny, Locksley,” Will said. “Did you not feel what was going on before? They tried to fly us into a hurricane.”

“Eh,” Killian argued, and he’d apparently moved his body too much if Ariel’s not-so-quiet grumble was any indication. “Sorry, sorry, Red,” he added, shifting further into his seat, but that didn’t help the pinched nerve or the bruise on his left hip. He really wanted to make out with his wife. “Go back to sleep, Scarlet’s just whining.”

“Too late,” Ariel sighed. Killian groaned when she pressed the heel of her hand into his thigh, propping herself up, and she looked vaguely traumatized by that. “Oh shit,” she gasped. “Shit, shit, shit, Cap, did that hurt? Did you get hit?”

“We just played a hockey game against a team that had one of the worst starts to its season in, like, ten years.”

“Is that supposed to be an answer?”

“He’s saying Chicago was pissed about how their season went,” Robin explained, and Ruby had sat up, but her legs were perpendicular over his now and they were all far too comfortable with each other.

“And that meant they had to try and kill Cap?” Ruby asked.

Killian rolled his eyes. “No one was killing anyone and there were no hurricanes involved in anything that happened tonight. It is March.”

“There can be hurricanes in March,” Will said, but he was met with several different types of laughter and something that sounded like an actual guffaw out of Ariel.

“No, there cannot, Scarlet,” Robin said. “And Henry just took Earth Science, like, two years ago, so my meteorological knowledge is unquestioned.”

Will did not looked convinced. He still hadn’t let go of the armrest.

“We have been on this plane for hours,” he grumbled, huffing loudly and crossing his arms and it was a pretty spot-on impression of Killian’s two-year-old kid. “And the whole thing shook. That was…that was not fun.”

“Scarlet, were you freaking out?” Ariel asked, a distinct lack of humor in her voice. Will flushed. “Oh my God, you were, weren’t you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Liar, liar, liar,” Ruby muttered, and Killian glared hard enough the he felt like he was disciplining all of them. Ruby laughed at him. “Dad face.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“I promise it is. Emma does it too. But, you know, the mom version. It’s super cute. Also, the word you were all looking for before was nor’easter. So, clearly, I’m the one with the science degree.”

“You do not have a science degree,” Robin said, hooking his chin over Ruby’s shoulder and it couldn’t have been comfortable when she shrugged in response.

Will groaned again – a mess of limbs and emotion and the absolute, deep rooted fear of turbulence that even a decade in the NHL hadn’t been able to shake. “God, I hate all of you,” he sighed, snapping his jaw when Ariel tried to reach around Killian to tug on his very loose tie. “Leave that alone, A. I don’t need to choke before all the air pressure gets yanked out of this cabin.”

“That is not how air travel works,” Killian reasoned.

“Do not try and dad me, Cap. It’s not going to work.”

He opened his mouth to disagree, something about he wasn’t dad’ing anyone, whatever the hell that meant, but Killian absolutely knew what it meant and he was far to busy answering his phone to care about anyone on a plane that seemed as determined as Arthur to set several different, equally frustrating, records.

“Did you have that on the whole time?” Will shouted, jumping up and Ruby mumbled something about seat belts, Scarlet under her breath. He flipped her off.

“Whoa,” Emma muttered. “I was not entirely prepared for the parental advisory on this conversation.”

Will blushed again, lips pursed and breathing heavy, and Killian wasn’t sure if Ruby or Ariel was laughing louder. Arthur yelled from wherever he’d been pacing. And probably breaking whiteboards.

Killian widened his eyes. They were still at the restaurant – chairs on the tables behind her and he could just make out a clearly sleeping Dylan hitched over Eric’s shoulder while he tried to stack stools on top of the bar.

Henry and Roland were quite clearly playing hockey, the sound of what might have been an actual puck hitting against the wall and it was a wonder they hadn’t done permanent damage to the walls yet.

“Are they hitting my walls?” Ariel asked sharply, but Killian brushed her off and his heart was doing that stupid pounding thing again.

A girl. They were definitely going to have a girl.

“No parental advisory, Swan,” he said, smiling despite the pinched nerve and whatever Ariel was asking and how freaked out Will was by several normal meteorological activities. And maybe Killian had kind of hated the turbulence too. “Just Scarlet being irrational. Par for the course.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of what I figured.”

He couldn’t quite hold back his laughter – Robin shaking underneath Ruby when he nearly cackled a few feet away – and Will looked vaguely scandalized. “That’s rude, Em,” he mumbled. “A hurricane. They wanted to fly into a hurricane.”

“I don’t think that’s what it was called.”

“Told you,” Robin said. “Thank you, Emma!”

She grinned, eyes impossibly green and hair practically shining in the dim light of the restaurant and Killian was a giant, sentimental sap, who thought even more absurd, sentimental things when he hadn’t kissed his wife in a week.

His pregnant wife.

HIs pregnant with their second kid wife.

“What are you doing with your face, Cap?” Ruby asked knowingly and, yeah, definitely too comfortable together.

“Nothing,” Killian said quickly. Ruby arched an eyebrow. And some voice was making some kind of announcement, Arthur shouting to be quiet, but they were a plane full of children masquerading as professionals and every single one of them groaned as soon as they learned they’d be stuck an extra night in Chicago.

“Damn,” he sighed. Emma was still smiling. “Did you know already, love? Is that why you called?”

She shifted in her chair, a body colliding with her side in a flash of dark hair and something that looked a bit like a jersey. “Maybe I was just trying to talk to you. Also is your hip ok?”

“What happened to your hip?” Ariel screeched, at the same time Will and Ruby muttered gross. Robin was texting Regina. Killian could hear her phone through his phone.

God.

“Nothing, nothing, Red, I’m fine,” Killian promised, and possibly, lied, and Emma widened her eyes in disbelief. “Fine, Swan. Hey, Mattie,” he added, the blur of colors jerking up and he probably should have been asleep, but he’d also probably been trying to play Roland and Henry in whatever game was currently destroying the restaurant walls.

“Hi,” Matt shouted. He waved with both hands.

Killian was going to walk home.

He could probably get there before they let them off this goddamn plane.

“I had a hunch,” Emma said, answering a question Killian almost forgot he’d asked. “About the nor’easter. That’s what it’s called, Scarlet.”

“God, I told you,” Robin yelled. Killian shook his head when Emma’s eyebrows pinched. Matt was still waving.

“Whatever,” Will scowled.

“That’s the spirit,” Emma laughed. “But also part of the reason why we called and why we’re not sleeping like some other slightly better behaved children in this restaurant.”

“And because he wanted to cheat a hockey,” Roland added, voice not quite even when he groaned at whatever Henry did, but there was more laughter and Regina chastising both of them, and Dylan was some kind of professional sleeper. Apparently. He probably got it from Ariel.

Her eyelids were starting to flutter again.

“Anyway,” Emma said pointedly. “I’m ready to use our kid’s inherent cuteness to our benefit.”

Killian arched an eyebrow, but he could feel the smile on his face and his heart should probably be studied at this point. “That so?”

“Yes, we practiced.”

He needed to look up how long it would take to walk home.

Will let go of the armrest.

It was a miracle.

Emma nodded once, something that felt like amusement on her face as she tugged Matt onto her lap, and his entire expression changed as soon as he saw so many familiar faces. Ruby might have melted. Or sighed dramatically. She did, at least, move, stepping around Ariel and perching on an arm rest to get into the phone frame.

And that probably would have been enough for several professional hockey players to mock, if they also weren’t impossibly charmed by the kid on the screen in front of them too.

“Hey mini-Jones,” she said softly, and Matt tried to jump through Emma’s phone.

“Thanks a lot, Rubes.”

Ruby was definitely melting. “I make no apologies for how much your kid loves me. You score on, Rol, mini-Jones?

“Hey Dr. J,” Will said quickly, ignoring Ruby’s clicked tongue at the interruption, and Killian rolled his eyes. “You use that move we practiced before?”

“Oh my God, he’s not even three, Scarlet,” Killian groaned, but Will didn’t pay any attention and Roland was shouting again.

“It’s cheating, Uncle Will! You can’t go for the ankles like that!”

“What are you teaching them?” Ariel gaped.

Will made a face, but Killian had some fairly strong suspicions and there were probably bruises on Roland and Henry’s ankles too. “A child,” Robin said again. “The most child.”

“Childish,” Emma corrected. “That’s the word you’re looking for. And you guys are distracting me from my point and my plan, so can you just be charmed by my kid for, like, two seconds and then we can all try and sleep.”

“Maybe,” Killian said. Will gagged.

“What’d you practice, Dr. J?” he asked.

Matt’s eyes widened, a hint of nerves, and Killian’s eyes met Emma’s. She smiled. “It’s ok, kid,” she said, tugging lightly on the side of his jersey and the ‘C’ on his shoulder was almost too obvious.

He made a noise, not quite an agreement because he wasn’t quite three, but he tilted his head slightly and it was a bit like watching a replay of several decades before and Killian barely heard Ruby’s quiet laughter over the ringing in his ears.

“A record,” Matt yelled. “Chic…chich…Chickaaago had lots of snow and no planes. And there were snowmen!”

“We looked at pictures,” Emma explained, and Killian’s laugh was shaky and a bit emotional, but Ruby might have still been melting and there was a snow job win there somewhere.

“That was good, Dr. J,” Will grinned. “Thanks for the facts. And the interesting pronunciation attempt.”

“It’s a work in progress.”

“Ah, I’ve got no doubt.”

“A record, Swan, really?” Killian asked, and she was already nodding.

“Oh yeah, something historic this February and more snow this month and some other things about global warming that I figured were way too heavy to talk about with a toddler, but we looked up some stuff and Henry was almost interested in the information before Roland reminded him that he’d won the first round of hockey. And we’re horrible influences because they made some kind of bet about rules I don’t understand.”

“They wrote them down,” Robin said. “Gina made sure if they were going to keep doing this, there was some kind of plan. That way when they shout at each other about cheating, we know what they’re talking about.”

“Proactive.”

“I’ve got some dad-type experience.”

Emma hummed, eyes flitting back towards Killian and he was going to sprain several face muscles. “I’m fine, love,” he said, answering a question she hadn’t asked. She held onto Matt a little tired.

“Long week” she muttered, and they were finally starting to get off the plane, Phillip shouting for them from the back of the cabin and he refused to sit near any of them ever, something about sleep and voice levels and it was more than fair.

Killian nodded. “Yeah, it was. Tomorrow, love. Thanks for the facts.”

“Figured it might be a good distraction.”

“Good instincts.”

“Something like that.”

“I love you,” he said, and Will had the good sense not to make any noise.

Emma’s eyes definitely got greener. “I love you too. Tomorrow. No snow. Except maybe the snowmen.”

“Did you promise to build snowmen, Swan?”

“There had to be some give and take in this practice, Cap.”

“Ah, of course.”

She shrugged, but she was still smiling and Matt appeared to be on the cusp of sleep already, exhausted once his job was done. “Tomorrow,” Emma repeated, and Killian didn’t really sleep that night, but he didn’t have to walk home, and there wasn’t any turbulence on the next flight.

There were, however, several detailed drawings for snowmen and photos on their next off day and no one got bruised in the rather extravagant snowball fight they staged in Central Park.