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1-whore-1 · 10 months
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Had this scene living in my head rent free for ages:
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(Excuse the poor Quality.)
So I finally decided to do something about it. Introducing my work in progress FallenAngel!Ghost and Knight!Soap art piece.
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fandom-princeling8 · 1 year
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Headcanon that since Halt was crown prince of Hibernia he was taught swordsmanship before he trained as a ranger and was actually quite good, and that he used to duel with gilan when he was an apprentice.
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moongothic · 3 months
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Crocodad AU where immidiately after having left Dragon and his baby boy Crocodile finds an 11 year old Robin. And while he's 100% only recruiting her so they can make a beeline for the Poneglyph and Pluton in Alabasta by the two of them... Crocodile accidentally sorta kinda adopts Robin.
At this point Robin's been running for her life from the Government for three years so her deep trust issues and fear of betrayal are starting to take root in her little heart. Like perhaps they haven't taken fully over yet, and being still a child I'm sure Robin might've still had that genuine hope that she could find a safe place to stay in. But I'm sure the though of "what'll he'll do with me once he gets what he wants?" would be nagging at her at the back of her mind. Meanwhile Crocodile's struggling between the pain and hurt he's already gone through and given him his trademark trust issues, as well as the aftermath of The Dragodile Divorce. But he also has his Fresh Paternal Instincts and probably misses his baby. So when given a small, scared child who is running for her life, being chased by the very same Government that'll want his son dead if they ever find out about him... Yeah that might fuck with your brain a little
You know this post was supposed to be just that first paragraph and just a few footnotes from the following two paragraphs. And then I kept on Having Thoughts. And I kept on writing them down. And oh no what happened when did this post get so long (Look I was going to either kept on writing my Additional Thoughts in the tags or I just put them in the actual fucking post)
Like considder this: based on this one SBS, we can kinda tell that if Crocodile was given a chance to raise a child, that child would be a spoiled little shit, right
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So in this scenario, where Crocodile's looking after lil Robin, would he be kind of torn? Unsure how to feel about her?
Because on one hand, this strange child would have the potential to not only ruin his plans, strip him of his Shichibukai Privileges by outing him and his plans to the World Government, but also put his son in grave danger by extension (if she found out about him having been involved with the Revolutionaries and/or having a child). But on the other hand, his paternal instincts could make him want to spoil this poor little girl rotten. But only because he needs to (perhaps literally) buy her trust so she'll behave. No other reason, he doesn't feel sorry for her one bit, no sirree. (But maybe he did feel sorry for her, since his son could very well end up exactly like her. Poor little thing) (Which is why he needs to nuke Marijoa out of orbit as soon as possible, no matter the cost, and this child can't get in the way of Crocodile protecting his son) (But also this is a child. Like how bad could she be. Besides all he really needs to do to win her trust is be nice and make her feel safe, right?)
Of course, while I'm suggesting Crocodile could have some parental instincts, realistically, he hasn't actually spent any time being, you know, a father to a child (looking after his newborn for an unknown though short amount of time aside), so it's possible he wouldn't even know how to parent Robin even if he wanted to, would he? (Like taking care of a newborn and an 11 year old kid aren't the same either) So if he was kind of just emotionally flipflopping between No Trusting Ever and It's Just A Kid for God's Sake, Crocodile trying to be nice to Robin to make her feel safe and then telling himself to stop being so soft and vunerable... Yeah that would make for an absolute mess of a relationship. (Not to mention, let's be real, dude's a scary motherfucker too, and a bloody giant compared to itty bitty baby Robin. He could keep on accidentally scaring the shit out of Robin (who would be On Fucking Edge To Begin With) by just Being Himself. Like for example, can you fucking imagine if he caught Robin trying to cheer herself up with a little "dereshishishi" only to tell her to stop because "it was stupid"? 'Cause I can imagine him doing that, and boy howdy would that make Robin feel bad)
Or who knows, maybe Crocodile was just Born To Be A Dad, maybe he just Fucking Gets It. Like Crocodile is canonically pretty good at manipulating people to do what he wants them to do (see: how he played Vivi like a fiddle), so knowing Robin's position and understanding how she feels, maybe he COULD completely nail how she needed to be treated. Not being too familiar but still making her feel safe and happy, knowing exactly when to be stern and when to spoil her, etc. Dude just goes off and wins the Dad of the Year Award while being a deadbeat dad himself. The only thing Crocodile would have to worry about then would be making sure HE doesn't get too fond of her. And certainly that could never happen, he's so in-touch with his own feelings and so grounded, he's not a softie, get outta here. Or maybe he does but never realizes until it's too late and good luck backpedalling on those emotions now dumbass
Alright so, the reason I went on that whole rmble is just that like. I'm so interested in the relationship Robin and Crocodile already have in canon. I'm so facinated and curious about how the two feel about each other, considdering they did spend 4 whole years of their lives together as criminal business partners, though neither ever trusted the other. A partnership that was only ended because Robin betrayed Crocodile, out of her own trauma. (God, I want to see these two "reunite" so bad, I want to know how they feel about each other now after the timeskip and Robin joining the idiot in flipflops who foiled Croc's plans)
My question here is just that... if they had met 13 years earlier, would things have been different? Especially if Crocodad Real? Because as I mentioned in the begining, Robin would've been on the run for only 3 years by this point, as opposed to 16 years before running into Crocodile. Simultaneously, this would be before Crocodile went onto spend an entire decade all alone, slowly losing his marbles in his emotional solitude. They'd both be emotionally traumatized, yes, but would it have been as bad in this scenario? Like I did start this post kind of joking about Crocodile adopting Robin, and for clarity's sake I don't think they'd have like a father-daughter relationship nececarily. But it would be a strange relationship still, because we'd have two broken people, both struggling to trust anyone. One who had lost her mother and her only friends, leaving her all alone and afraid while running for her life. The other a father who had just given up his son whom he probably missed dearly. Both having these holes in their hearts from loss of family, holes that could not be filled with replacements. But could they find comfort in each other anyway, because they still as people occupy similar roles to their respective loved ones? If they both could just get over those trust issues?
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Okay I've been going off on the Emotional Side Of Things for this AU Concept, THERE'S PLOT TOO
So if Crocodile did pick Robin up like 19 years ago, that should be before he set up base in Alabasta, long before he had built is homebase and financial empire etc.
Now the thing is, while we don't know when, where and how Crocodile learned about the Ancient Weapons, Pluton specifically and how the lead on it would be in Alabasta... Considdering Crocodile did once upon a time aim to become Pirate King, it would make perfect sense if he had learned about Poneglyphs during his past adventures, as he would have needed to get the Road Poneglyphs to find One Piece. And while the World Government did bury the truth about why Ohara had been burned down and why Robin had been given her bounty (remember, the WG claimed it was because she had sunken a fleet of battleships, which she had not, it was because she could read the Poneglyphs), considdering this is a Crocodad AU specifically, you could totally make an argument Crocodile could've learned about what actually happened to Ohara from Dragon and co. So, just to make this AU work, you could just assume Crocodile learned about the concept of the Ancient Weapons from Dragon. And who knows, maybe he overheard the truth about why Robin had been given her bounty from Dragon too (maybe Dragon was able to get intel from Garp in secret) or while going to Marijoa himself to attend a Shichibukai meeting or something IDK.
Maybe he learned about Pluton being in Alabasta before finding Robin by accident, and maybe they made a beeline for Alabasta the second Croc recruited Robin. Travelling takes time and the guy would've most likely had to find an Eternal Pose to Alabasta just to get there (also canonically Robin didn't enter the Grand Line until her 20s so they should've met in West Blue probably, since that's where Ohara was) Or maybe Crocodile had to haul Robin around for a few months while looking for That Missing Piece of Information that would lead him to Alabasta. (Imagine the two travelling from like island to island, library to library, Crocodile trying to find that leads while Robin's just so excited about ALL THESE BOOKS (she's helping too with the research) (but to her, research is playtime, so she's just having the time of her life) (Also, notice how Crocodile's Theoretical Child is a fucking loser ass nerd? Yeah Crocodile would encourage Robin reading and studying, surely. And that would be fucking cute))
But like, once they set sail to Alabasta...
Sure, Crocodile could try to do it The Slow Way that we know he tried in canon, building trust and creating his little empire etc. But also, in canon, Crocodile couldn't have jumped into action head first because without Robin, even if he had found the Poneglyph he couldn't have read it and found the location of Pluton. Crocodile choosing to do it the slow way may have been partially because he didn't have much of a choise and it could've felt like the smarter move long-term.
But in this scenario, he already has Robin. Yes, he could do it the slow, secure way.
But what'd be there stopping him from infiltrating Cobra's palace and kidnapping him (in the night, when nobody suspects a thing), demanding Cobra to spill the beans lest Crocodile kills him and/or his pregnant wife* (*Vivi was born 10 months after Luffy so depending on how long it's been between Crocodad leaving Luffy behind and this scenario... Yeah either the wife is there, still pregnant, or there's a newborn Baby Vivi)
Like it'd be a risky move but depending on how ballsy Croc's feeling and how confident he feels in being able to kidnap the king without being noticed... Yeah he could probably do it. And I'm sure he'd have no problem killing Cobra either, if anything it'd be required if he didn't want the Government to find out he was out to find Pluton, and god knows Cobra would tell on Crocodile if left alive. I could see Crocodad being maybe a little iffy about killing Baby Vivi though (it's not like the newborn baby could report him to the WG anyways), but if nothing else, he just needs to be able to pull off the bluff of his life to convince Cobra to do as he's told. And we all know Crocodile's good at convincing people.
The only question is, how would Robin take that?
Watching Crocodile go into Full Murder Mode, hearing him say he'd kill a pregnant woman/a newborn baby if he didn't get what he wanted? Like yeah, I'm sure 11 year old Robin would be fine with that, that wouldn't make any alarm bells go off in her head at all, it'd be fiiiine. IT WOULD NOT BE FINE, SHE'D BE SCARED SHITLESS. That fear of "what will he do with me when he gets what he wants"? Well, Robin may not have found the answer to that question in particular, but she certainly found the answer to the opposite question, and it's not good
So say Cobra, kidnapped (perhaps with Baby Vivi) by Crocodile in the night, guides the two to the Poneglyph under the tombs. Crocodile puts Cobra out of his misery because he's not needed anymore. And he asks Robin to read the Poneglyph for him.
Robin, who has spent the last little while, be it weeks or months with Crocodile, him having become her "guardian", the thing keeping her safe. Crocodile, who has now shown how cold blooded and cruel he can be. Robin, who might be scared out of her mind. Of him.
And the Poneglyph says Pluton, the thing Crocodile wants, isn't there. It's in Wano.
What's she going to do?
EDIT: I wrote a sequel post, enjoy
#Moon posting#OP Meta#Sir Crocodile#Crocodad#Nico Robin#THIS POST WAS AN ACCIDENT. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS HAPPENED. WHY DID I WRITE THIS. WHAT DEMON POSSESSED ME#I'm sure someone's written this already right#Right#Surely this fanfic already exists#Please tell me it exists#I dunno what to tell you I am not immune to a Juicy AU#Anyway on a more wholesome side of things: Robin accidentally calling Crocodile ''dad'' and he just inhales and swallows his whole cigar#Nearly chockes to death. Gets burns on his throat.#Robin feeling less alienated because of her DF ability because Croc has seen weirder AND is made of sand himself#If anything if they're literally by themselves then Robin being able to literally lend a hand to Croc at any time could be extremely useful#Like. In regular life situations. 'Cause Croc only has one hand. And Robin as many as she wants. Perfect duo.#(Also if they were travelling on like a small ship then it'd probably be built for a Tall Motherfucker like Croc right)#(Robin's ability would just make the ship more accessible to her and Croc would find that independence good)#Robin still gets a codename because Croc can't have anyone realize who she is. Maybe she even wears like a mask or summin' in public#If Crocodile's openly trans and the news of him transitioning recently broke out. Like. No avoiding that convo eh#Baby Robin's like ''...I read in a book once that some reptiles can change sex but I didn't know crocodiles could do it too''#''💦.../Humans/ can't do that normally either''#''Hmmmm. Weird. I don't think being a girl would suit you though'' // ''...I'll take that as a compliment''#I just. I think they could have really cute interactions if they warmed up to each other after a little while#And I'm Extremely Normal about that
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havikshoochiemama · 7 months
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i never realized how bad i need a arranged marriage trope w bi-han😭😭 PLUS THE DADDY ISSUES HE HAS FANFICS WRITERS PLEASE OLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES I WILL GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN CHILD
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monacodarling · 18 days
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Where is my lestappen kart dads au
Kimi and Ollie gokart and are like rivals and are quite popular for being track terrors but off track they are actually best friends
On the other hand their respective dads…are off track terrors like the stewards and coaches get tired of them complaining and they have this tension and when they had a parents kart racing event the inchident happens
And maybe Kimi and ollie do parent trap and forces their dads to get along….
…ends up as step siblings in the process lmao
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boldlygoingwhere · 3 months
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hey guys I know it's been (checks watch) 4 months since I last posted but I do have a very good reason for my absence....... it's school! anyways,,, TAKE MY TODDLEE FANART TAKE IT TAKE IT TAKE ITTTTTT YOU BASTARDS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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tatakaeeren · 9 months
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*Mind empty* I can only think of this 💖
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applinsandoranges · 2 months
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I don't know if you still accept requests but I had this idea and thought I'd just write to you:
Healer Sebastian: Mc and Sebastian broke up but almost 10 months later she comes to his ward, where he does further education or something, and has a child, his child.
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Hi, Anon!!
I hope you're doing well, and thank you for the request!
This one has been sitting in my WIPs too long, and I'm obsessed with dad!seb and simply wanted to finish it, because I love the surprise baby trope.
BIT ANGSTY and MC is an unhinged gremlin as per usual.
ALSO AS PER USUAL, happy ending.
Trigger Warning: Pregnancy, birth, break-up, arguing, secret pregnancy, amputation...
Roughly ~6500 words
An Astute Observation
Sebastian knew about children, of course. He'd been healing them for years - he'd even delivered a handful in more urgent cases, despite rarely assisting in the obstetrician ward since he'd completed his training.
That didn't mean, however, that he particularly liked the little beasts. Nor did it mean he wanted anything to do with teaching an educational class for new parents. A room filled with worried witches and screaming infants was the very last place he wanted to be, in fact.
Yet, that was precisely where the Healer found himself bright and early on a Wednesday morning, fake smile plastered on his face that he hoped didn't look too much like a grimace as he stared out over the room of women and their husbands, all frazzled and concerned while they clutched their warmly bundled, wrinkly babies to themselves and waited for him to tell him how to rear the little things.
Merlin, he did not like children, particularly not fresh ones.
Slugs, rather.
He wasn't even a father himself - what the hell was he supposed to know about caring for the damn things? He could barely manage his cat. Well, her cat - the one he'd spitefully demanded she leave with him when they split up nearly a year ago.
She'd fought him tooth and nail for the feline, almost as hard as she'd fought to keep him.
Still, he got his way as always, insisting she was away on Auror duty far too often to give the poor cat the attention it needed. Claiming victory in that final argument had satisfied him in the moment - one final, spiteful dagger to drive into her on her way out the door.
Now, however, he was a lonely Healer with a cat at home that hated him and yowled incessantly for its mistress, and at work with a classroom full of hopeful, new mothers looking at him like he might have some magical advice on how to raise the next Minister of Magic.
Damn Healer Larson for calling in sick today. This was his class. He liked children. Andrew was far more suited to coddling worried parents and cooing over their progeny, and it was why the man worked solely in the pediatric ward. Sebastian, better suited to vastly more interesting wards such as trauma and curse injuries, was ill-equipped to play substitute for Larson's little parenting lesson.
He damned himself for agreeing to it.
A moment of weak kindness Sebastian would be sure to demand proper recompense for when his ailing colleague returned - perhaps he'd convince the other man to treat him to a night at the pub?
An expensive night at the pub.
Gods knew he'd need it after this nightmare.
Internally shaking his head to clear it, Sebastian kept up that false smile and looked out over the room. Shuffling a stack of papers in front of him with hastily scribbled notes, he cleared his throat and tried to force himself to at least look like he was nothing short of ecstatic to be there.
"Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and future witches, wizards, and squibs."
The joke didn't land.
He cursed to himself as the parents flinched, holding their babies and each other closer at the thought they might raise squibs of all things.
For fuck's sake, read the room, Sallow.
She would have laughed, though.
She'd have mocked the pearl-clutching parents balking at his joke and likely said something even more crass just to take the attention off of him.
He could almost hear her voice, boisterous and familiar, and it brought a warm sensation to his chest just to recall the sound.
"Well, before we begin, I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Healer Sallow, and I'll be filling in today for - "
He stopped.
That was her voice, and she was louder than ever, shamelessly swearing in the hallway just outside the room.
Sebastian could almost picture the scene beyond his door, nurses and Healers jumping out of the way from the sounds of their yelps and mutters and the crashing of one very frazzled Auror on a rampage through the Hospital.
The entire room turned to face the closed door, outside of which they could hear the sounds of destruction and chaos growing louder, and Sebastian was filled with equal parts fascination and dread.
Please don't enter, please don't enter, please don't-
Like a hurricane, she did indeed enter, the door banging against the wall and nearly off its hinges in her haste and ill-contained brute strength.
"I'm so sorry, Andrew. It took forever to convince her to eat and -"
Paling instantly at the sight of the entire room staring at her for the interruption, she looked near ready to faint as she caught sight of not their old schoolmate leading the class, but her former betrothed standing stock-still just a few yards away, looking as shocked as she was.
She'd always been a slight creature - deceptively slender and elegant in appearance despite the monstrously undainty witch bubbling just beneath that demure surface.
Now, however, her appearance was every part the new mother - almost a caricature of one the way her already wild hair remained untamed like it hadn't seen a brush since yesterday.
Tired eyes screamed of fatigue, and she'd swapped out her immaculate Auror uniform for a rather modest house dress. A bit more weight on her than last he'd seen her ten months ago, but there was an energetic glow about her that hadn't been there before.
Something else that hadn't been there before was the pale pink papoose slung over her shoulder, and the baby girl somehow slumbering peacefully inside of it despite her mother's raucous entrance.
Of course, any child raised by the whirlwind of a witch would need to be able to sleep soundlessly through a literal earthquake - something Sebastian had learned when they'd lived together. Demure and graceful were two words that did not describe the true nature of the love of his life, but her endless noise was something he missed dearly.
But there was no way the woman standing there was a mother. She had to be bringing in someone else's child. Perhaps she was babysitting? He glanced at the roster wordlessly.
Sure as hell, her name was not on the list, yet that did little to quell the uneasy nausea forming rapidly in the pit of Sebastian's stomach.
Was this some kind of joke?
"You're not on my attendance roster. Are you in the right place?" Sebastian asked, a bit more curtly than intended.
He couldn't help it - her sudden appearance brought with it a flurry of emotions ranging from deep, long-buried affection all the way to resurfacing annoyance and a desire to chew her out again for everything they'd once fought over. He wanted to needle her and antagonize her for anything at all.
Instead, he settled on portraying cold detachment. Sebastian wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of knowing she'd rattled him.
Still, he should have known she wouldn't take his attitude lying on her back.
She never did.
"And you aren't Andrew Larson. Where is my Healer? I arrived expecting a professional who is qualified to teach this class, and he personally invited me." She quipped briskly, pulling a letter from her pocket without missing a beat before fearlessly approaching Sebastian at the front of the room.
To hell with the baffled spectators and the throngs of ruffled staff still peering in from the hallway, she marched right up to him and thrust the parchment into his chest with a force that nearly knocked the wind from his lungs - if he'd been able to breathe in the first place, that is, the way he held his breath at her close proximity, trying not to inhale her perfume and lose his senses entirely.
A small part of him had the presence of mind to notice that her own hands shook slightly, and he was relieved that even though the Auror might be better at covering her emotions, she wasn't immune to their unexpected reunion.
She still felt something for him, at least - whatever that something was, he didn't even dare to hazard a guess.
Snatching the letter from her, Sebastian's eyes scanned Andrew Larson's familiar, elegant scrawl.
The other Healer had indeed invited her. Mentions of congratulations on becoming a new mother and comforting words assuring her that single witches raise children just fine all the time stared back at Sebastian, and he felt numb with confusion.
His eyes flickered over to the baby strapped to his former lover, and the little girl bore an uncanny resemblance to her mother, even in sleep.
The same shock of hair sprouting in a fluffy tuft, the expression on her sleeping, cherubic features, and undeniable likeness to the witch holding her.
Something else screamed familiarity to Sebastian, but before he had time to place the recognition, he was jolted back into the shitty, nightmarish reality that was, unfortunately, his ex offering him an impatient stare.
Fuck, those eyes - even annoyed, they were gorgeous.
So was she.
"Are you finished accusing me of crashing your lesson then, Healer Sallow?" She barked out harshly, and Sebastian was reminded that to be on the receiving end of her ire was less than ideal.
The whole damn situation was as far from ideal as it could be, though, and his own animosity rose to challenge her.
"Then what are you still doing standing here when you should be seated, miss?"
The unfamiliar title was a dig. He'd read the letter, seen the lack of a ring on her finger.
So she'd gone and slept with a man and found herself saddled, alone, with his bastard?
Good.
Serves her right.
Nevermind that twinge of concern nagging at the back of his mind.
At least the time off work would keep her safe. Their most consistent string of fights had been about her always coming home injured, and her most recent brush with death had been the catalyst for ending their relationship.
Stubborn as an ox and lacking a shred of sense, she'd vehemently insisted, while he had been tearfully pleading with her as he reattached her bloody arm, that she didn't need to take time off or consider desk work.
When Sebastian gave her the ultimatum of quitting the Aurors outright or quitting the relationship entirely, she'd fought bitterly, but in the end, wound up leaving him.
He'd rather she off and die out of his sight rather than be left a young widower, he reasoned, despite the miserable, aching void she'd left in her wake after that door slammed shut the final time.
Now, though - now she was on maternity leave. No fighting dragons or enduring torture or losing literal limbs in the line of duty. No, she would be forced to live a peaceful, dull existence if only for the sake of keeping that absurd thing she carried alive.
That much was a relief, despite her unexpected motherhood being a bitter shock to his system.
An additional, more petty part of him was also pleased to see her looking so harried. Normally the picture of composure, that untamed mane on her head and her soiled dress felt validating after she'd left him to wallow on his own. That she'd rather bleed out in some frozen hellscape instead of just letting him love her? She'd earned a healthy dose of misery.
Selfish, horrible wretch of a woman that she was, unyielding when it came to anybody else's wishes - Sebastian still felt his delight at her state melt and morph into pity when she bit her tongue and took a seat toward the back in resignation, casting a sheepish looking around at the other women now watching the exchange with mild interest.
It was unlike her to back down, and she certainly didn't let any sense of shame cloud her pride, yet there she sat with an unmistakable blush and apologetic frown on her features, silent and cradling her child closely to her chest.
She needed this class.
Even if that meant swallowing down her massive ego.
Sebastian couldn't help but wonder about her life in the near year since they'd last spoken. A twinge of regret gnawed at him, but he pushed it down and shifted his focus back to the notes Andrew had meticulously written for the class.
It wasn't any of his business anyway. Whatever tragedy had befallen her in their time apart was of her own making, after all.
But some tiny voice, growing louder by the second, drowned out everything else as it screamed of his own grief and jealousy that she should have been his wife by now, with their child in her arms. She should be safe and content in their home, nestled on the couch with their newborn while he doted on them both.
Not alone and scared shitless with either the result of a one night stand or perhaps the child of a fellow Auror who'd died on a mission and left her by herself.
Yet there she was, frazzled and stressed and burdened with the child of some nameless man, learning parenting skills from her former lover in a clinical setting and navigating it all alone while surrounded by happy couples.
Sebastian, so caught up in his muddled thoughts and concerns over her, barely even realized he'd finished the damn class until he said the final word at the end of his notes, and the room grew noisy once more with chattering couples.
Hell, he couldn't even recall a single thing he'd said. Had he just read the notes verbatim? Did these people even learn anything? He wouldn't have been surprised to find out he'd given the whole lecture in gobbledygook if someone told him, with how far removed he was from reality at that moment.
Free now, though, he watched the little families trickle out the door, a few muttering their gratitude yet seemingly wholly unimpressed and a bit confused, he ran a hand through his hair and considered his options.
There really was only one thing to do, however.
Without allowing himself to consider the repercussions of such a choice, his body moved on its own and Sebastian lunged forward to grab hold of the back of her shirt when he saw the only one who even mattered trying to sneak out with the rest of the group.
An indignant yelp left her lips as she spun around to glare daggers at Sebastian, and now her baby started crying.
Sebastian cringed at the shrieking infant and winced out a quiet apology before looking down at the thing in her arms.
Crying babies truly looked less appealing than a wrinkled lump of prune skin to Sebastian, but something about her child warmed him, and he did not recoil as he thought he would.
Rather, he was transfixed. That same comfortable familiarity struck him, and it took little more than a moment to finally figure out what it was.
The air left his lungs as realization struck.
"Well, I'll be damned. She's mine." It was a statement, not a doubt in his mind, when he looked down at her plump cheeks and disgruntled expression.
Instinctively reaching a hand out to touch her and soothe her crying, Sebastian wasn't sure what he felt, but whatever it was vanished into ice cold panic when the baby was pulled backward and into her mother's embrace.
"No. She's mine." She said fiercely, protectively clutching her like a mother dragon.
Sebastian's eyes widened before letting his hand fall back limply to his side.
"What's her name?" He asked weakly, scrambling to ask anything and everything he could in a desperate bid to keep her here.
This was all far too much to take in so suddenly.
He felt unsteady on his feet, but his thoughts were solely focused on the two standing right in front of him.
This was his family.
Sebastian's head snapped back up to her when he realized she had spoken, and he'd missed it.
The blood that had previously drained from Sebastian's face now rushed back to darken his cheeks. "Pardon?"
She rolled her eyes, exasperated, but clearly quite shaken to be alone with him now, her secrets laid bare.
"Eleanor. Her name is Eleanor." She repeated herself slowly, as if painstakingly teaching a toddler to spell.
"Eleanor..." The name rolled off his tongue, snd Sebastian was hit with an unexpected wave of emotion as he said it.
The name they'd discussed once together, should their first be a daughter.
He recalled that conversation vividly - laying in bed together, basking in the afterglow of getting their fill of each other. Her perfect form flushed and scarcely covered by the sheet as his fingers trailed down her bare side, drawing goosebumps and a delighted little shiver from her.
And they'd laughed softly together, teasing and stealing countless kisses while they spoke of the inevitable, impending result of their union after they'd married. How he wanted more than anything to give her a little girl - one that would be her spitting image so he could dote on them both every day.
All her jokes of naming their child Imelda - an honor to be named after her favorite Quidditch player, naturally - eventually turned to more candid sentiment when she suggested with quiet solemnity that they use his mother's middle name.
They had so many lovely memories together - so many more than the heart-wrenching end to it all, which somehow overshadowed sweet nights like that one.
And Sebastian had cried then, when she first spoke the name, the same way he was now without even realizing it.
Until he hiccupped and brought a hand up to swipe furiously at his cheeks, trying to rid them of tears.
Merlin forbid he look even more like his tear-stained daughter, still wailing and fussing in her mother's hold.
For her part, she at least had the grace to appear mortified as she wavered between shushing him and comforting their child.
"Sebastian, really -" She began, voice wavering, but he'd lost all composure and tearfully interrupted her.
"Please, just let me hold her. Please." Barely above a whisper, desperation dripped from his tone.
He hadn't felt this helpless, so at her mercy, ever. But gods, if he didn't want anything more in this entire world than to hold that little girl who so perfectly mirrored the two who created her and who bore his mother's name.
Even in his distress, Sebastian could see how she bristled at his request. Breath catching in her throat, muscles tensing, the way her body language screamed that she would rather bolt out the door.
But just as she'd done when she first entered the room and subjected herself to the class, he watched her breathe deeply and root her feet to the spot before looking harshly at him.
Skeptical.
That fucking thing she always did with her eyebrow when she had some smart-ass remark to say.
"Are you sure you can even manage? You stumbled over your entire lecture today. I'm not even sure you can spell baby, let alone hold one properly."
Sebastian snorted, feeling some of the tension ease. She always had a way of making things just a bit easier to stomach with that snark. Better yet, her voice and that familiar dry tone effectively stemmed his tears.
"That's rich coming from the woman who attended my parenting class." He started before throwing caution to the wind and holding out his arms. "Come on, give her here."
Now it was her turn to scoff, but reluctantly, she delicately handed over the wriggling child to him.
She muttered, "In my defense, Healer Larson was meant to be my instructor. He's her Healer, after all."
"And I'm her father." Sebastian shot back, just as quiet, while he took Eleanor gingerly.
A very large part of him would rather die than admit she was absolutely correct - rather than the wondrous miracle moment he'd pictured where he and his child instantly bonded and she stopped crying the moment he embraced her, as if sensing their blood connection, the precise opposite happened.
He truly was awkward with babies.
Shifting her in his hold repeatedly, seemingly incapable of finding a comfortable position where he didn't feel like her fragile little head was going to loll right off her body, she did not cease screaming and instead wailed even louder.
Blood pressure instantly spiking, Sebastian felt pure panic rather than fatherly peace.
He opened his mouth to ask her to take back her baby so that he didn't give the poor thing trauma when instead, her delicate arms deftly adjusted the child, comfortably now, in his hold.
"You literally just taught us this, Sebastian. Really now..." She fussed, but there was a ghost of a smile on her lips.
Eleanor now nestled far more easily in the crook of his arm, and her whining grunts settled quickly to contented silence again. Sebastian breathed out a sigh of relief and smiled appreciatively up at the mother of his now peaceful bundle.
"I suppose it's a bit different teaching versus... doing?" He offered pathetically, but the slight twitch of her lips was unmistakable.
And it made him melt.
Then it brought up an entirely fresh emotion - one he was much more familiar with expressing toward her.
Anger.
"How could you keep something of this magnitude from me, dear? Or rather, someone?" He didn't want to sound as accusatory as he did, but it was difficult not to when he was meeting their child for the first time. He told her as much. "Admittedly, I'm finding it difficult to find any excuse for this."
Crossing her arms, that practically imperceptible smile faded back to a frown, and she simply dug her heels in, defiant.
"Then it's a good thing I'm not here to make excuses. I intentionally did not tell you, dear."
Well, that certainly stung.
Doing his utmost to keep his tone level so as not to disturb Eleanor, Sebastian wasn't about to back down either. "And why, precisely, is that? Did you honestly delude yourself into thinking that I would not have moved mountains to make something - anything - work if I'd have known?"
"You stole my cat."
Sebastian froze.
"So keeping my own daughter a secret was revenge over Finch? I know maturity isn't always your strong suit, but -"
"Not revenge. I knew you'd be over the moon to be a father and that you would have certainly found a way to reconcile things after finding out. But who's to say you wouldn't get pissed off at me again down the line and try to snatch her away just like you did with Finch? You were petty in demanding to keep him and kick me out of our home - all because I wouldn't obediently listen to you. I wasn't risking it."
Sebastina balked at her, feeling righteous indignation brewing, ready to blow.
"A child is not a cat, you realize." He spoke through gritted teeth, wanting to wring her neck not for the first time. "I would never have even dreamt of separating our child from you - but it appears you had no qualms doing it to me."
A small part of him rationalized, however, that, of course, she'd assumed as much. Finch had been her darling sweet boy for years, and Sebastian insisted on keeping him out of spite - not love for the feline.
Of course, she'd doubt him.
But he was still pissed.
"What were you thinking? She's got to be nearly 2 months old now - you've had nearly a year to get this off your chest. I should have been there. A pregnancy by yourself? The birth? How didn't I know about a single damn bit of it?! How could you keep this to yourself?! You really are the most insufferable -"
She cut him off, looking far more sheepish than defiant. It was so odd to see her without her usual fight, but he was too furious to dwell on it.
"In my defense..." She began reluctantly. "I also was unaware."
"What?" He hissed out sharply, now livid and confused.
"I didn't even know I was pregnant. I might have told you had I found out early on, but I panicked when she was born."
Temper deflating significantly, he asked, "When did you find out?"
Now, she really looked flustered, and her hand reached up to rub the back of her head, uncomfortable and embarrassed.
"Um... when she was born?" She answered weakly.
"When she was born? You went through nine entire months of carrying a child, and you mean to tell me it took pushing out a whole child for your thick head to grasp the concept?"
Sebastian was incredulous.
He'd seen women who hadn't known they were pregnant, of course, until many months along. There had even been the rare few who'd made it to the point of birth that were surprised.
But she was different - she was an Auror, for goodness sake.
Perceptive, intelligent, and always alert to the tiniest little change in her surroundings to the point a fly in the apartment had once driven her to near-madness until she nearly set the building ablaze with a manic Incendio to shut its buzzing up.
There was no way in hell that her keen senses wouldn't have caught on to all the obvious signs.
"Missed menstruation, weight gain, fatigue, appetite changes, malaise - nothing at all struck you as odd?" He needled for answers, stepping closer to her and taking pride in the fact that she looked even more mortified with his disbelief.
"I mean, I noticed. In hindsight, it's all quite obvious." She began meekly, averting her gaze to Eleanor rather than meeting Sebastian's hard stare.
"In hindsight?!" The sleeping baby in his arms was the only thing keeping him from shaking the woman in front of him. "You could have been hurt - Eleanor could have been harmed. What were you thinking?"
That got her attention - suggesting she'd intentionally endangered their child through sheer negligent stupidity may not have been the move, and Sebastian realized it far too late.
Her eyes, piercing as they always were when she needed to warn someone, held his own now, unflinching.
"I was thinking that the fatigue was due to the fact that I had to move back into the recruit lodgings when my fiance kicked me out. I was thinking that my depression and malaise were from, I don't know, simply being depressed over the end of my near-decade-long relationship. I was thinking that my appetite and subsequent weight gain were likely from the mountains of sweets I consumed to distract me from my distress."
"Oh." He said, struck dumb and speechless by the sudden outburst.
"Oh." She mimicked petulantly.
His stomach churned at the monumental mess this whole thing had turned into.
Sebastian took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and allowing a wave of self-disgust to sweep over him while he pictured the scene. The woman he'd wanted to marry and build a life with, her mental state in shambles and the last little spark of their time together growing inside her whilst she crumbled, alone.
Body demanding that he take a seat, Sebastian did as much, pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand not supporting Eleanor's head to stave off what was surely going to be a headache of monstrous proportions as this all sank in.
She followed suit and sat across from him.
"Well, the pregnancy, at the very least, sounds typical enough, I suppose. No difficulty with the birth?" He asked, feeling immensely drained and needing to hear the end of it.
"Define difficult." Came her immediate reply, and his eyes snapped up to give her the most withering stare he could muster.
"Let me rephrase my question with abundant clarity, dearest - you gave birth at roughly nine months in a hospital with none of those near-death experiences you're so fond of?"
"Yes, well." She coughed uncomfortably, shuffling her feet and looking more like a scolded child than an Auror now. "I did indeed give birth on target, and there was a Healer present who can vouch for my valiant and not-at-all deadly efforts to bring forth Eleanor."
"Tell me. Now."
She deflated immediately in the face of his impatience.
"Well, you know how I am - I was in the Carpathians just finishing up a scouting mission when -"
"You were in the mountains with our child?"
" - when I encountered a dragon and -"
"A dragon. You were carrying our daughter, in the mountains, where there were dragons." He confirmed in a deadpan.
She continued anyway.
"Yes. And I thought I'd pissed myself because, you know, dragon. But then the beast fucked off and I was left in a puddle when the abdominal pain hit."
"Labor." Sebastian arched a brow, listening with rapt interest and trying not to speak with a condescending tone, which was just begging to slip out.
If this were anyone else...
"And by the time I'd made it back to camp, our medi-witch surprised the hell out of me when, lo-and-behold, she did not, in fact, confirm I had pissed my trousers or come down with a nasty case of some mountain flu. One quick look, and she had me on my back spread out, with complete indignity, mind you, for all to see."
She paused in her rambling a moment before taking a breath to continue -
"Well, really just three to see because it was a rather sparse party, but regardless Eleanor made an appearance quite swiftly, and we were ushered back to London almost immediately where Healer Larson looked us over and -"
"Andrew bloody Larson met my child before I did?" He shouted at that, positively flummoxed by the entire story, but deciding to cling to the fact that his own coworker and childhood friend hadn't said a damn word to him about his fiance - ex-fiance - giving birth in a goddamned tundra.
The witch in question, however, was wholly unfazed by his continued interruptions and obvious agitation, as always, and barreled forward in her tale.
" - and gave us both a clean bill of health. I begged him not to tell anyone for a while as I sorted things out."
She inhaled deeply and smiled, pleased, her shoulders relaxing as if she'd just unburdened an immense weight with that -
"Absolute horror story. That is, by and large, the worst thing I've ever heard in my life, you deranged woman."
He was speechless for a long moment after that, hugging Eleanor tighter to him as he pictured the birth vividly. The woman he loved, a petite thing despite all her accomplishments, and tender-hearted underneath her crass exterior, bearing childbirth of all things in some snowy, dragon-infested wasteland, guided by a Healer trained in combat wounds and little more support than the gruff, gnarled old men he knew were on her mission teams.
He felt faint picturing the way her screams must have echoed in the mountain, a stark contrast to the bright young woman sitting across from him, looking proud of herself.
A wave of pure, overwhelming adoration washed over Sebastian and, carefully as he could, rose with the sleeping Eleanor secure in his arms and approached her before she could react, leaning down and letting his forehead rest in the crook of her neck.
"I love you. You're absolutely insane, but I love you so much." He muttered against her skin, inhaling her familiar scent.
She tensed for a moment, but Sebastian didn't have time to backtrack or even reconsider his words because she laughed.
He felt like his entire world had just simulataneously crumbled and been rebuilt and she fucking laughed, the lunatic.
"So you love me in spite of my insanity, or because of it?" Her voice rang out, clearly teasing, and it earned her yet another withering stare up at her.
But, despite his irritation, he smiled as well.
"Both, likely." He took a breath and stood a bit straighter to take her in better, keeping his tone as calm as he could now that he was weak to her yet again. "So, I can understand why you didn't tell me about the pregnancy, all things considered - but it's been, what, over a month? You couldn't have even written?"
Again, her cheeks reddened, and she busied her fingers with Eleanor's blanket, fussing with the edges uselessly to adjust it around her.
"I planned on telling you, I swear, but the right time never came up. The birth was a shock, all the paperwork with the Aurors, trying to just adjust my entire life in one fell swoop..." She admitted quietly, not looking at him. "I didn't know how you'd react. It had been months since I'd seen you. I was afraid. I... I did have the Healers write in her last name as Sallow on the birth certificate, though..."
Sebastian scoffed softly, but his heart shattered all the same.
"Look at me."
She did.
"You never have anything to be afraid of with me. I was wrong. From the start. I would do anything to go back and fix all this. You should have been in our home, I should have noticed the pregnancy. We should have been married by now and as happy as we've always been. It's a mess, but we'll manage it. I promise, I'm here."
He sighed heavily, groaning at what he was about to concede, but if it meant having her back - having Eleanor - it was minor. Pushing her away because he was afraid to lose her? Now that was insane.
"Be an Auror. Be anything you want. Just come home and be mine again."
"I've always been yours." She replied simply a bright smile on her lips as she looked up at him.
Sebastian was stunned by her immediate acceptance. No grudge? No fight?
"Just like that?"
"Just like that."
That was enough of a reason for Sebastian, and he matched her smile before leaning down to brush his lips against hers, just barely, before speaking again.
"...is this just so you can have your damn cat back?" He teased.
The feel of her breath against his face when she laughed was perfect, but not nearly as lovely as when she pecked his lips with a giggle - an act he had sorely missed over the months.
"Finch ought to meet his baby sister, don't you think?" She asked coyly and pulled back. "Besides, you'll have no more qualms because not only am I on maternity leave, but even after I return, I'm sticking to internal investigations only. No more lopped off limbs for this daredevil - just papercuts. I realized I don't want to run off dying before I at least see what House she's sorted into."
For probably the fiftieth time that day, Sebastian was gobsmacked.
"You're serious, aren't you?" He asked, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face, his heart racing in his chest. "You know, if all I needed to do was knock you up, I'd have given you scores of children by now."
She scowled, but it was more playful than agitated.
"If you weren't holding our child, I might be swayed to strangle you." She said dryly.
"Funny, I was thinking the same about you earlier."
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The remainder of the afternoon, they sat in the empty room catching up, stealing kisses and flirtatious touches - nothing too scandalous for pure, sweet Eleanor, of course - and making plans for the future.
She remained cozily nestled into his lap on the floor as he leaned against the wall, Eleanor in her own lap while they conversed.
His lips lingered for a moment on her neck before he paused and pulled back, scowling and offended.
Once again, Sebastian was ready to wring his beloved's beautiful neck when she suggested simply signing paperwork at the Ministry to get hitched so as to avoid having a bastard child much longer.
"We can't live in sin, Sebastian." She joked, nudging him with her shoulder.
"Bold request from the most sinful little brat I know - I vividly recall what you dragged me behind that Muggle church for at your cousin's wedding."
Utterly unashamed, she shot him that same infuriating grin he loved so much, and more than murdering her, he wanted to kiss it off her face.
"No. Absolutely not." Sebastian continued adamantly, shaking away his more lust-fueled thoughts to be revisited later that evening. "The ridiculous dress, the mortification of dancing for an audience, the vows - traditional vows and not whatever comedy skit I see you plotting as we speak - you're enduring it all, and our love child - not whatever wretched name you called her - will be the guest of honor."
She groaned and sighed in feigned resignation, slumping back against him.
"Fine, fine. One filthy joke, and I swear I'll do the rest by the book." She haggled.
Sebastian opened his mouth to protest and tell her she damn well better stick to the script or he would Imperius her, but the door opened into their little sanctuary, and his jaw went slack.
There stood Andrew Larson.
Looking decidedly not ill in the slightest.
That rapidly changed, though, when they made eye contact and the other Healer went ghostly white.
"I-I um... I see you had a successful time filling in for my class?" He offered weakly, looking far too guilty.
And it all clicked into place.
"She swore you to secrecy, so you planned this. The personal invitation, leaving her name off the roster, calling out sick." Sebastian accused.
Andrew looked ready to faint.
"I would never!" He tried and failed to protect his innocence, guilt spelled clearly on his face.
He never had been a good liar.
"You clever bastard, I would kiss you square on the mouth if I weren't a taken man." Sebastian praised, impressed and grateful.
Andrew's unease melted into relief, and he smiled back.
"Anytime, Sallow. You three deserve some happiness, and frankly, I'm a bit exhausted trying to keep it under wraps." He admitted sheepishly.
He did not linger, not wanting to invade the family's solitude, and the door closed with a soft click behind him.
"You're awfully quiet, my love. I'd ask if the cat has your tongue, but the fat rascal is likely still curled up where I left him on the windowsill." He teased his bride-to-be.
She hummed softly, musing over her thoughts a moment longer. "Just deciding whether I want to send Larson a cursed object for his betrayal or a proper gift as thanks because, despite the anxiety of this all, things worked out. I never knew he was so mischievous."
Sebastian pressed a kiss to the top of her head and chuckled.
"I always thought motherhood would temper a wild spirit. Besides, I'm grateful to him. Who knows how long my stubborn girl would have taken to come back to me, hm?"
He squeezed his arms around her waist affectionately and nuzzled against her, pure joy at having her again.
Again, he could feel her palpable desire to protest and bicker for the sake of her pride, but perhaps becoming a mother truly had quelled just a bit of that fire, because she simply groaned and allowed him to carry on.
Eleanor, still amazing to Sebastian, managed to remain sweetly asleep despite the noise and jostling.
He was certain she'd grow up just like her mother, which was all the more reason to embrace the brief years of tranquility they had now.
"I can already tell she's going to be a menace and a Gryffindor." He mused, peppering her cheek and neck playfully with kisses and taking full advantage of the fact she could not swat him away with her hands full.
She squealed, delighted.
"Merlin forbid!"
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dreagine · 3 months
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Aroace ink sans I love you…………….
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cubbiekins · 9 months
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I want more Brucie Wayne Content. I can’t get enough of the man embarrassing the shit out of himself. It’s addicting.
But I also want to see Brucie breaking character when he’s in a room with a reporter.
I want to see Bruce literally dumping himself on a love seat and Jason just passes him an unlit cigarette (ehem), which Tim (yes, Tim) lights up with his random ass lighter. Then I want to read the reporter slowly losing their goddamn minds. Because,
“This can’t be Brucie Wayne! He’s the Prince of Gotham!”
“Aren’t they suppose to be the happy, pleasant family that donates money that seems to never end?”
To which I want Bruce to respond with,
“I am the Prince of Gotham. But remember, Joker is the Clown Prince of crime in Gotham. If he’s Crime, then I have to be the Prince of something too, don’t I?”
Then his kids all surrounding him are just snickering to each other.
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ol-fl3a-bag · 11 months
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boonbeenblade · 8 days
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The Noble Knight of Wels
Hermit-a-day March 20th: Welsknight
A seaborne lass once told to me, whilst gathering her shells A chance encounter whence she met a noble knight of Wels
Read it here on AO3.
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A seaborne lass once told to me, whilst gathering her shells A chance encounter whence she met a noble knight of Wels
Twas noon and half when sounds of hooves came ringing down the road And riding down, a shimm’ring man at arms did she behold
Decked he was in diamonds, from the toe to tip of head And slowed his steed to stop along the lass’s riverbed
Dismounted from his spotted horse, the knight did bend a knee “Fine lady, it’s been said you know where grows the mangrove tree,”
“I’ve business in that swamp, and ask your aid upon my quest.” Said she, “The shore shall be your guide; just sail to the west!”
She offered, too, a housing for his non-seafaring steed Yet he could not tie up the reins; he hadn’t brought a lead
In fact, under the armor of the gentlemanly knight, No jingle from his pockets came; he had been riding light
The sighing lass did take her spade atop the neighb’ring knoll And dug into the softened ground to make his horse a hole
He settled Spots inside the hole and climbed out with a jest, “It seems to hold, the ways of old do still remain the best!”
The knight did wave farewell and turn his face down to the shore Then turned he to the lass again, “I must ask one thing more.”
He said in sheepish tones, as his helm glittered in the sun, “Have you the planks to build a boat? I haven’t got a one.”
The lass laughed, and the knight of Wels did hang his head in shame He’d tools and food and bed, yet not a sapling to his name
“If finding there a mangrove propagule is all you need,” “Then save yourself the trip,” she said, “I’ll just give you a seed!
And yet the knight did shake his head, “I wish that such were true,” “Tis muck and mud itself I need; I can’t get that from you.”
The seaborne lass did nod, and choose to see this to the end For though her clothes were iron yet, she had the wood to lend
A simple boat of jungle wood she carved with fisher’s skill And walked him to the docks she’d built at bottom of the hill
For all the boons she bore, the knight had naught of equal worth He only could return to her the horse-hole’s shoveled earth
Past her line of lilies did the lass set him afloat For gone was faith this fool could steer around them in the boat
“My thanks again,” he called, “and my regrets I cannot pay,” “But kindness will remember!” And he sailed on his way
And while she yet is not impressed by this wand’ring knight, The seaborne lass still gives him this; he was at least polite.
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fandom-princeling8 · 1 year
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what if Halt took the job Morgarath offered him, what if he never joined the ranger corps, what if Crowley became his nemesis instead of his friend, what if he became Morgarths assassin, what if he hunted the rangers and Duncan and Arald and their supporters, but what if Gilan and Will were still his apprentices and he trained them as assassins instead of rangers, what if... what if Halt was the bad guy?
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grimeye-j · 6 months
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I really need someone to write a One Piece fic where Corazon doesn't die, but he is in a coma and so the silence he put on Law just never goes away, because Cora can't remove it without being conscious.
And Law knows that Cora is still alive because he is still affected by the devil fruit, but he doesn't know why he never heard from Cora again and why he never ended the effect of his devil fruit.
Of course he knows that a coma is the most likely answer, but there is always just a little bit of doubt in the back of his mind. He keeps wondering if Cora just forgot about him or if he's dead after all and him still being silent is just some strange coincidence.
And Law would have to deal with the daily challanges of basically being mute. He'd probably have to learn sign language.
Also he would constantly scare people because even his footsteps don't make a sound. There would probably be a ton of rumors about him being a ghost or something.
And then in Dressrosa Sengoku could finally tell Law the truth about Cora and maybe Law could sneak into the hospital and use his devil fruit to heal Cora and wake him up.
Then there would be a tearful reunion with a very confused Cora who finally releases the effect of his devil fruit and Law hears his own voice for the first time in over a decade and he's just sobbing.
(There is probably a better way to end this, but this was the best I could come up with)
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panevanbuckley · 23 days
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don't get me wrong i love ao3 i would sacrific my soul for ao3 but sometimes i really wish it had that one feature from wattpad where you can comment on paragraphs rather than whole chapters y'know??
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theygottheircages · 2 months
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i keep seeing the word plagiarism tossed around and each time the definition seems to get looser and looser.
here’s a gentle reminder that, at its core, plagiarism—real, honest to goodness plagiarism—means to copy something verbatim (full fics or cherry picked paragraphs and sentences) with the intent to pass it off as your own. no credit to the original author, no citing your sources.
this is true in both academic and creative literature.
that being said, there is a very distinct difference between plagiarism, inspiration, and common trends in fandom spaces.
no matter what fandom you visit, there are always going to be consistency’s in the tropes and topics people gravitate towards. that’s just what happens when you’re sharing a space with like minded people all pulling from the same source material.
i said that to say— if someone’s word for word copying your fics, or taking the theme and scene by scene just rewriting them to be slightly different—yes, that’s plagiarism.
If someone is writing a similar idea as you? Not plagiarism.
Besides, if you want to get super technical we’re all plagiarist. everything we write is based directly off the intellectual property of someone else. So, how original can that idea you have really even be?
You know, the one that you made using someone else’s characters, in someone else’s universe?
Let’s stop creating outrage for the sake of self-flagellation, please. I’d like to get back to reading smut.
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