#listen if you like moby dick i apologize

[baura-bear]

MAURA IMPORTANT AS FUCK !!!!!! what do you think david's favorite books are. make this as self indulgent as you want bc then i will also learn what books you like :33 personally i think he loves classic polish books (they help him reconnect with that part of his identity which can be a little hard considering he lives so far away) such as pan tadeusz or kordian and especially wesele (it didn't come out until the 1900s but shhh he would LOVE wesele) and also i think he really loves 20,000 leagues under the sea (i think he just loves the fantastic elements, the way the ocean is described + also captain nemo was originally supposed to be polish and yadda yadda i don't want to dump too much here..) AND little women. because of reasons i think. the march family dynamic is so sweet and also i definitely think david's gay ass would find laurie cute SORRY i got really passionate about this my bad.

Guys, I had and Epic Autism Moment so this will all be under the cut. You have no clue what you've started Dave <3

OMG YES YES YES!!! I LOVE THIS! ok ok ok so i definitely agree with you about the polish literature thing (although i obviously don't know anything about polish literature) I always imagined David to live in an immigrant neighborhood (and of course be an immigrant himself) and I'm sure he has several neighbors who, throughout his youth, lent him and gifted him books.

(going off the rails for a second idc) I think his family is really active in the community (of course they attend shul) Mayer and Esther love talking with the neighbors and having them over for dinner or just tea or something. Esther mends clothes to make a little extra money so she frequently has folks coming to her with that. I also think there's a kosher deli nearby and Mayer is friends with the owner (well the whole Jacobs family is friends with their family) I know that in 92sies it's established that Mayer works in a factory but with the stage version we get a bit more lenience PLUS (this might sound terrible) but like. his injury doesn't look that bad in 92sies (LET ME EXPLAIN) his arm is just in a sling so we can infer his arm is broken (i honestly don't remember if they ever say??) but I feel like he'd be able to a job like he wouldn't be completely indisposed. anyway in the stage version it makes more sense that he has a leg injury and can't walk, hence the inability to work. I imagine he helps do deliveries and like loading stuff off of carts. His injury actually happened out on the street trying to stop a kid from getting hit by a wagon and he did, it was just to his expense. "twisted his leg up real bad" I take that literally like.. it got caught in the wheel and twisted up. and I think the deli owner saw it happen and got him home (along with a few other fellas and a doctor).

ANYWAy the whole reason I say that is just like. I think the Jacobs are a well liked family in the community and everyone always found David endearing and saw his love of reading and writing and wanted to help give him the resources he needed (especially being a polish kid removed from his culture they wanted to help restore that)

I agree that he likes Little Women!! He also enjoyed reading War and Peace (I haven't finished it yet but I just KNOW Davey loves Pierre because little awkward man who's probably autistic). I think he also enjoys Wuthering Heights (which admittedly I haven't read but my friend really loves it and has talked about it so I think he would enjoy it) along with poetry. I think he loves books/stories/poems that are very descriptive and have good imagery because it helps him transport himself and like really be engulfed by the story

He'd read Moby Dick but he despises it. He wanted an epic ocean adventure but half the chapters are just all about whales (like science-y and shit) which,,, would be fine if he'd picked up a textbook about whales. He just wanted more from it and didn't enjoy the ending. WHICH IS WHY he prefers 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea because if he wants to read a good story involving the ocean he's not gonna pick up Moby fucking Dick.

um. yeah.

i had literally never thought about this before but the second that I saw the ask i was typing up a storm. hehe

ALSO LITERALLY STOP APOLOGIZING I LOVE WHEN ANYTHING FROM YOU APPEARS IN MY ASK BOX you could send me a ten page essay and I would read it beginning to end like :DDDDD and enjoy every second

[alexa-fika]

hiya! How are you? :) so i was thinking like child reader and the whitebeard pirates and basically reader gets caught like sneaking out at midnight and they sneak out of moby dick and whitebeard is still awake and sitting on his like chair in the middle of the deck and notices? I think this one will be quite interesting to read! And i gotta say dude, your pretty damn talented.

Bright Escapes (Whitebeard x gn!child!reader x Izou)

A/N I ‘m SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I DON’t EVEN KNOW IF YOUR STILL HERE IM SORRY BUT HERE YOU. It is still kinda flop so I apologize but I really hope that it gets close to what you were thinking

Reader here is Replaced by Dokucha as a placeholder which stands for Reader in Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

The Deck of the Moby Dick laid quiet, not even the talk of the night watch to be heard. Only the sound of the waves crashing against the ship and the port they had stopped at could be heard.

Perhaps that’s why they thought that the night watch would hear the sound of their heartbeat as they hung from one of the lower sails, preparing to jump again to the next one, trying to evade the sharp eyes of the night watch. They regretted not checking which of their brothers would be leading the night watch today, as now they had to hide from the two who had the best eyesight and ability to spot moving targets, Izou and Curiel.

But they couldn’t back down now, not when they had gotten so close to sneaking off the ship. They would only jump one more time, and then they would be off the boat.

“Heh, I'm so closed!” They grinned

That feeling was short-lived as once they made their final jump, a familiar shock traveled through their air, breaking their balance and causing them to fail the jump, only to something to catch their fall.

“Where are you going, twerp?”

They wince at the booming voice, turning on their palm to face him

“Ummm, Hi Papaw….” The child mutters

He narrows his eyes at them as they drop them to the ground, ignoring the yelp they made as he did.

“Ow… Listen, Papaw, it’s not what it looks like?”

“You’re going to tell me one of my children was not sneaking out of the ship at this time of night.”

“I had a good reason!”

“What?”

“There are fireflies on this Island, Papaw! I’ve never seen them; everyone always says how beautiful the sight is.”

“You tried to sneak into a dangerous Island alone, at the darkest time, to see some insects?”

“Umm…pretty insects?” The child tried to fix it with a nervous smile

“You’re grounded.”

“Okay,” they said, slumping down defeatedly, a pout on their lips

“Seeing as we can’t trust you to stay in the quarters, you are to stay with one of your brothers for the rest of our time here. Go to the Crow’s nest, and you'll spend the night with Izou.”

“Yes, Papaw…”

Izou lets out a chuckle at the sight of the frowning child who had taken to sitting down knowing the crow’s nest

“It’s not funny!”

“I beg to differ,” he said with a smile

“You know, if you had asked, I doubt he would have said no to taking you to see them.”

“As if! He and all of you are so overprotective he wouldn’t have risked the chance of me going out on an island like this.”

“You do have to understand our point of view, Dokucha; you are our youngest sibling; you’re only a child.”

“I know that,” they grumble, pulling their knees to their chest and placing their head on top of them

“But I just wanted to see them, only once. We usually only stop on Papaw’s lands, and his lands don’t have these views.”

“Come here,” he said, lifting them up and sitting them in the railing of the nest

“Don’t say I never do anything for you,” he said, handing them a spyglass

They glanced at him hesitantly, looking over the spyglass only to come up with nothing, simply the dark land staring him across the instrument

“Gee, Thanks; I‘ve always wanted to look at grass at night…are you just rubbing it in?”

“Just keep looking,” he mutters, ignoring the kid’s jabs as he pulls out his Flintlock and fires a shot toward the land

Just like that, a blanket of fireflies welcomed them as the fireflies scattered from their hiding spots among the grass, trees, and bushes to escape the sudden movement

Dokucha looks in awe as the fireflies flicker around, giving the coast an ethereal glow as the insects flew around, some illuminating the crashing waves, the blue sea below them reflecting the light in a show of lights orchestrated by mother nature.

“Wow…”

“Still think it’s just grass at night.”

They take their eyes off the spyglass to look at Izou

“Thank you, Big Brother! It’s everything I thought it would be and more,” he awed, returning his attention to the spyglass

In response, the Sniper ruffled their hair

“Anything for our little sibling.”

I have let you down anon im sorry ✊🏽

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@amethystviolin

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[gatitties]

Hiii how are you? I hope requests are open, I came to make my humble request! what t a fluff? where Whitebeard sees that his daughter is being excluded from a party, he is saddened and even a little angry, because they excluded his daughter for being his daughter and nobody wants to dance with Whitebeard's daughter! she has no partner to dance with and he offers to dance with her?

a slightly funny scenario, but in the end, he makes his daughter very happy

and the same scenario but with Teen!Shanks, where he sees Whitebeard's daughter being excluded from a party and offers to dance with her, but even though he doesn't know how to dance and ends up stepping on YN's toes,

but he makes her very happy

Do it if you want

—Whitebeard(platonic) & teen!Shanks x teen!reader

—summary: nobody seems to want to be your partner to dance, luckily you manage to find someone to enjoy the night

—Warnimgs: none

oh, all good over here <3 (just suffering from the summer heat 😩) hope all is well over there friend!

Your body moved slightly to the beat of the music, you scrolled through the site looking for a dance partner, there were several couples, groups or loners like you looking for someone to enjoy the songs with.

Despite the fact that there were people in your same position, no one seemed to dare to dance next to you or offer to be your partner for one of the songs. It wasn't your fault either, you understood that your father's presence was intimidating and that not everyone is brave enough to ask the daughter of a Yonko to dance, although it's not like it was the end of the world, you were enjoying the music while Whitebeard enjoyed some drinks with his comrades, a little further away from the mass of dancing people.

Although your father's smile shrank to a straight line, he saw that even though you smiled, you hoped you could enjoy a dance with someone, that and also because he listened to you for hours talking about how excited you were to be at your first ball, or at least a party that wasn't just your dad's crew.

He put his glass aside, warning that he would be back in a while, his imposing figure and presence made everyone make a hallway towards you immediately, not wanting to deal with someone like him.

"Dad?"

You watched with a goofy grin as he offered you his big hand, maybe not what you were thinking for the night, but at least it only got better.

"Will you agree to dance with your father's old man to a song?"

"Of course! I hope your backbones don't crack."

"HAHAHA! You shouldn't say that, I still have the mobility of when I was a young man"

You laughed, squeezing his hand when a more upbeat song began to play, you stumbled, dancing without any rhythm, hitting other people —whom you apologized to at the moment— although they were all wrapped in the same frenzy thanks to the tempo. The small sadness of not finding a partner to move around the festival vanished faster than alcohol at Moby Dick.

"Dad."

"Yeah?"

"Thank you..."

He patted your back almost knocking you to the ground, his laugh rising slightly from the volume of the music.

"Anything for my dear daughter."

You were sitting up, your feet slightly sore from having spent most of the night at a festival dancing, though unfortunately, no one ventured to grab your hand and drag you onto the dance floor, you assumed it was the aftermath of your father being Whitebeard. No other teenager would dare to try something with you even though they weren't thinking of anything malicious.

Even though you understood it, it couldn't help but bother you to see how everyone seemed happy with their partners or friends dancing in a romantic or stupid way, you didn't care, you just wanted to enjoy the night but here you are, apart and watching like an outcast.

You exchanged glances with your father and noticed that he seemed angry because everyone seemed not to approach you as if you had some kind of contagious disease, although before he could do anything Roger greeted him distractingly enough for someone to call your attention, covering all your view to the dance floor.

Of course, there isn't another person on earth who isn't afraid to mess with you, Shanks smiled at you offering his hand.

"Will you accept a dance with me?"

"I don't know... I have to think about it." you looked away hiding your playful smile, listening to how the redhead sighed, putting his hand to the back of his neck, scratching the area "Don't be an idiot, let's dance, I've been waiting for this all night!"

You dragged him away, forcibly pushing aside people who had rejected or ignored you, grabbing Shanks's waist as you heard the first few notes of the song, it seemed to be a slow one.

"Wait, am I not the one who puts the hands on the waist?"

"It doesn't matter, just let yourself go, come on!"

Shanks wasn't the best with the steps of course, he stepped on you several times, although you weren't an expert either, at least you didn't end up rolling on the floor, when they changed the song to a more lively one you released the teenager to start jumping and moving your head like crazy.

"Do you have a stick up your ass? You move too stiff."

Unaccustomed to this explosion of movements on your part and everyone, he let himself go little by little, doing the strangest dance steps, you laughed so hard when he tripped over his own foot that you also ended up on the ground.

"It seems that neither of us is good for this."

He got up, dusted off his pants, and helped you to stand up.

"Speak for yourself, I only fell because of you."

"Oh come on, I wasn't that bad, was I?"

[tgrailwar-zero]

And after that performance, the fight was over. You felt JAGUAR MAN give you a hearty pat on the shoulder.

JAGUAR MAN: "Now that was a fight, kid! You should feel proud. Little Miss Samurai should have been returned to the fighter's resting area."

With that, she walked out.

You stepped out of the locker room and returned to find MUSASHI was back in the rest area, laying down. She had taken her eyepatch off, though she sat up when you approached.

MUSASHI: "So? Pretty cool, huh?"

She had her Flame Pad on her lap, and you saw she had a few new notifications that she hadn't opened yet. She flipped it open and unlocked it, before handing it to you with a yawn.

MUSASHI: "Here you go, 'Manager'. I'll let you handle that, I'm kind of beat."

You looked at the notifications as she went back to lounging.

New Messages: ⟡ {ADAMAS} - 1 New Message! (Woah, now that…) ☠︎︎ {MNSLYR} - 1 New Message! (yeah, thats about…) ♛ {JISHNU} - 1 New Message! (Quite the show…) ☀︎ {CITT} - 1 New Message! (Lady Samurai, I've…) ❀ {JERAN} - 1 New Message! (Good game, Saber!…)

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Recent Messages:

✴{JAGUAR} - Admin: JAGUAR MAN † {FATHER} - Admin: FATHER KOTOMINE ✘ {BLADE} - Fighter: WANDERING BLADE

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✩ {3STAR} - Fighter: TRI-STAR ☕︎ {CHAJIN} - Fighter: CHAJIN ✴ {EAGLE} - Fighter: CUAUHTLI 🗡{STRONG} - Fighter: STRONG MASK ➶ {KARASU} - Fighter: CROW PRIEST ༄ {MOBYDK} - Fighter: MOBY DICK 𓆟 {WTRREV} - Fighter: WATERSIDE REVENANT 𖦹 {TWISTR} - Fighter: FLESH-TWISTER 🗲 {THUNDR} - Fighter: THUNDERER

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You checked the available messages.

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-{ADAMAS} -- [ Woah, now that was what I'd call a fight! I knew from the moment we met you were more than just a beautiful flower, but a special blossom with razor-sharp petals! Spend the evening with me, please! You're beginning to consume my thoughts, and I feel like I'm falling in love all over again!

Hi, this is Adamant's manager. We will make sure that he behaves himself if you choose to meet with him. ]

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-{MNSLYR} -- [ yeah, thats about what i expected from you, saber. sleepin on the job and somehow pullin off a win? what kind of stupid shit was that lmao. man we better get a chance to fight or i'll be pissed.

listen, i can't meet now, but drinks tonight? you've earned it.

again, congrats. since your fight was goin on at the same time as the whale, you should actually feel pretty damn impressed that lady cleopatra was lookin at your bout more than the damn sea monsters. also the whale won (obviously) so thats your next opponent. so uh. good luck. or maybe i should be tellin that to the fish? ]

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-{JISHNU} -- [ Quite the show you put on, Saber. It even had me on the edge of my seat! I'm assuming you've heard my deal with your allied Caster and Rider? If you claim victory, then I'll pull some strings and allow you a personal audience with Pharaoh Cleopatra. However, I do also have information on a certain Archer you may have been acquainted with in ages past. Curious? You're curious, aren't you? I'll send you my current whereabouts, and I'll expect to see you there. I'm not a man that likes to be kept waiting, however. ]

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-{CITT} -- [ Lady Samurai, I've heard legend of people like you, those that people outside of the 'Solar Cell' deemed as 'Heroic Spirits'. I could tell from the way you battled that you must be one of them, though I apologize if I'm being presumptuous. Still, if I am correct, to have a chance to meet you in person would be a great honor. I understand you may be busy and certainly receiving a large amount of requests after such an exciting first match. However, if you do have the time to spare, I would be grateful to receive it. ]

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-{JERAN} -- [ Good game, Saber! Talk about bad luck for me, getting put up against someone as formidable as you. Ah, but I guess I'm in the loser's bracket now… oh well, it's not a huge loss. As always, my services are available if you want some information on your opponents. Not every fighter is going to be as weak as me, you know. Not right now, though, I need time to recover, haha. Still... man, katanas really are the coolest... ]

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It seemed like there were a few options already.

Going to a fight allows you to meet with at least one of your currently allied Servants, though their own availability may vary as the arc continues. It may also create a chance encounter as well.

[hannahbarberra162]

But but listen, what about the opposite? What if reader is like exited, okay maybe the conditions aren’t the best but some people dream of traveling the world in a grand ship such as the Moby Dick.

Would they get any liberties given this? Perhaps Marco would take advantage of it, sightseeing in exchange for blood draws in her best behaviors? Maybe sometimes they get fussy and he hangs the outside time in front of them to make sure the process stays as easy as possible?

I literally would never have thought of this lol. My brain goes um, no, must have suffering? Must have lack of agency?!@ But I like this direction too. I did uh…add some suffering.

“But you said!” you cried petulantly. You were pouting like a child but you’d really had your heart set on sight seeing today. You’d never been to a winter island before and Marco had told you that you’d be able to go off the ship with him. Ever since he had mentioned that good behavior would be rewarded with shore leave, you were a stellar patient. You followed all his rules, the logical ones (sleep enough, drink water) and the stupid ones (don’t go in the crow’s nest, don’t eat too much hot sauce, don’t blow things up with Ace, don’t shoot guns with Izou, don’t jump off the side of the boat and have Namur catch you) hoping to get off the ship for once. You sat in that dull, boring room for hours and hours, reading books about winter islands in different seasons, flowers and wildlife of the Grand Line, and preparing for your trip. You stopped asking to be done sooner, or trying to skip sessions, all in the hopes of seeing more interesting sights on the Grand Line.

The Moby had been near several islands but you’d never been allowed off, Marco fearing that you’d get hurt or lost. But you’d been so good and well behaved, not even complaining when the nurse didn’t stick your vein on the first try. Marco had reluctantly granted your request, on the condition that he accompany you the entire time. He was smothering you in his quest to keep you healthy but you kept your mouth shut about that too. After all, how many people got to travel the world on the Moby Dick with Marco the Phoenix as their personal tour guide? No one was going to mess with you or ruin your trip with Marco next to you. You’d been up since dawn, waiting for Marco to tell you it was time to go.

“It’s not me yoi. There’s a snow storm on the island. It’s dangerous to fly or sail there right now,” Marco apologized. Logically, you knew he was right. The winds were blowing ice and snow across the deck and you couldn’t see more than a few meters ahead of the ship in any direction. It wasn’t his fault, but you still felt like throwing a tantrum, stomping your feet and all. “We’re not sailing away yet, you might be able to go tomorrow if the storm stops yoi.” Marco put his hand on your shoulder as you slumped in the chair. “I promised you that your behavior would get you time off the ship. I meant it. I just can’t do it today.” You closed your eyes, not wanting Marco see your disappointment. “But if you do two extra sessions today, that’s three more hours you can have for tomorrow.” Your eyes popped open. It would be nine hours in the goddamned chair but you’d do it if it meant only three tomorrow. Maybe Deu could come and hang out with you, alleviate some of the boredom.

“You promise? Really? I’ll only have to do three hours tomorrow?” You were skeptical of Marco’s sincerity but hopeful the storm would pass quickly and you’d have nearly a full day of freedom. 

“Really. This time I promise.” 

[quinloki]

So I come to you on my 3am random thought time but uh I thought you might be able to relate and support for this

……

I think Marco has just passed Law as top OP man I wanna smooch

CAUSE LISTEN I LOVE LAW BUT LIKE?? Marco?? He would just treat me so WELL

I read a few fics where reader runs off on Law bc he doesn’t treat her good enough and one has reader run off to the kid pirates/one to the straw hats and I’m like… omg running off on law to the moby DICK (sorry) and joining them instead

What has the pineapple done to me omg I mean I’m not mad but I literally have had very little space in my brain for Law poor guy. Ironically what got me interested in Marco was a Law/Reader/Marco fic so uh… thanks Law >>

Now I don’t think he would ever pass Nami as my favorite character bc like, I would literally shove over all of my male blorbos just to empty my wallet for her

And she’s been my favorite since I started watching like 20 years ago I think it’d be hard to change at this point

Nami is too hot tho I can’t I’m not worthy I only exist to empty my wallet and carry her bags

…..

Sorry this is the shit my brain comes up with at 3am and I need my IRL bestie to friggin catch up with one piece so she actually knows Marco but she’s busyyyyy and I just need someone who can RELATE to the pineapple brain invasion T_T

No apology needed XD

I get it with Law too - I have a couple Law centric fics I need to wrap up, and that's going to be a little harder now than when I started them.

It seems like I only have room for one doctor at a time (though both, both would be fun.) but I do still love Law as a character, so I don't think I'm going to give up on any of those stories ^_^

[i-am-a-murkrow]

Including Trainer's answers with this too! Favorite color - Any color that makes a shiny item more appealing [Trainer] I like various blues, but light blues are my favorite

Currently reading - Whatever little stories that Murkrow has been asked to read lately. Being able to do imitations makes story time extra fun for listeners. [Trainer] Just a moment ago I was reading Nevermore on Webtoons. I am also reading Moby Dick but it is like 400+ pages and I need breaks here and there

Last series - Whatever Trainer has been watching [Trainer] Dorohedoro! More so Murkrow is actually watching whatever he and Nicolas' kids have been watching. He thinks anime is dumb and doesn't really pay attention

Sweet, savory, or spicy? - Yes [Trainer] Yes

Currently working on - Trying to figure out what kind of goodies this nearby farm boy may have and how to steal em! Farms always have fun little fallen trinkets lying about. [Trainer] Random drawings and stories in my head. Nothing too special, really. Also how I'm going to apologies if Murkrow steals something valuable from the farm boy

Tags - @a-party-of-oddballs @i-am-a-snubbull @i-am-smeargle uuuuuh and some others that Murkrow doesn't feel like digging through the list for. Pretend you got tagged! Reply to this if you want to pretend that Murkrow acknowledged you! [Trainer] Hope you guys don't mind me butting in! Yeah, Murkrow could've tagged me if I wanted to join in buuut... eh. Why not just put our answers together?

9 People You Want To Get To Know Better

thank you to @notyouraveragejulie for the tag!!! :]

favorite color: any light blues and pinks !

currently rereading: i’m reading opera 101 by fred plotkin

last series: uhhhh does wendigoon’s conspiracy theory iceberg series count…..

sweet, savory, or spicy?: it depends on how i feel but if i had to choose one, savory.

currently working on: details for my oc stories [mainly cecila] and also trying to switch a drama class to french class and failing miserably at it

tagging: just nine of the people i’d love to know more, in no particular order— @mimi-croissant [pretend like we don’t know eachother irl] @bluberimufim @respectablecapers @revedebeatrice @gabriel-shutterson @smile-at-the-stars @ladymacbethgf @chengdu-zone @malcolm-f-tucker

(apologies if you didn’t want to be tagged!! :’] )

[darkacademicfrom2021]

I have surched high and low, looking for a writer that had open requests and has watched the loki series! And finally! My journey has come to and end!!

Okay so I got this story idea for loki and I don't have the writing capability to do it myself. But here's my idea/requests:

So loki and mobius are hanging out, chilling, doing whatever where there's nothing going on so they are just sitting and talking, idk. But somehow they talk about relationships. And loki starts talking about how he was almost married( to reader), but they where attacked and they never maid it to the carimony part where they see each other and all that. Loki says somthing about wishing to see reader in their wedding outfit. And so mobius feels bad and dose just thay for loki and opens a time portal to goo see the reader before the attack.

Okay that was alot I'm sorry haha 😅

But that's been swimming in my head and I would love to see how someone would write it. If you don't wanna write it I totally get it. Hope you have a good day!

“Tonight was too long ago”.

Pairing: Loki x gn!reader (asgardian!reader)

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: angst with bittersweet ending, major character death, mentions of vomit and murder.

A/N: I’m back at the angst :) sorry I guess. I’m not on vacation but I’m avoiding my responsibilities like a champ.

Loki sighed, staring at his reflection in the cold water. The moonlight shone against his skin, the crystal water shaping the lights over his sharp features. They’ve been talking about many things by now —pretending like Mobius hadn’t watched his entire life already. Mobius knew Loki enjoyed talking about his interests and experiences, even if Mobius had already heard them before.

But there was one thing —one huge thing— Loki had never talked about. Many years of friendship, and Loki wasn’t able to let those words slip off his mouth. He wouldn’t allow it.

What if he let them get out of his chest, and they wouldn’t come back ever again?

They wouldn’t come back, he was sure. And because he was sure, he let them inside for as long as he could.

“Your mother”, he said. Loki had to tear his gaze away from the water, to listen carefully. Mobius swallowed hard, like the words weighed on his tongue. “I’m sorry about what I’ve said before”.

“Oh, Moby Dick”, chuckled Loki, easing his tension. “You’ve apologized a hundred times already. I get it. You didn’t mean it. It’s fine, I’m familiar with the concept of saying the wrong things out of fear”.

“Hey, it wasn’t fear”, said Mobius, lightly punching his shoulder. “And don’t call me that. I know you said it was from a book, but you’re calling me a…”.

“If you hear that title and immediately think about a man’s groin, then I think that’s your issue, not mine”.

“Anyway”, he brushed him off with a laugh. “I feel like I need to repeat it, because you seem… sad. And, you know, it wasn’t your fault”.

“Oh, don’t do that”.

“What?”, he feigned innocence. Loki sighed.

“Touching that subject, thinking you’ll finally get me to talk about what we both already know”.

“I’m… I’m sorry”.

“Yes, you say that a lot”.

“I think you need a friend, right now”.

“I have a friend”.

“Yes, that’s why I’m bringing this subject up. You’ve… Loki, you’ve gone from one chaotic situation to another. Your relationships, all along your life, sucked. I don’t mean to be intrusive, or meddly, but… I care about what you’re not saying. It will haunt you down until you can’t bear it anymore”.

Loki took in a sharp breath, feeling the tears stinging on the corner of his eye, threatening to fall. No —push them back. They can’t get out.

“You know all about my relationships. Why listen to them again, anyway?”.

Mobius began fidgeting with his tempad. Loki searched through his pockets, looking for a pen, anything he could use to keep his hands occupied with a mindless task to avoid going straight to cover his face and allow himself to cry —to finally cry.

It’s been so long.

“Fine, it’s fine. Don’t talk about them. Talk… about the surroundings. How was your family back then?”.

Loki closed his eyes and went back to Asgard. In his mind, it was all the same as it had been for millenias. Now, Asgard was New Asgard, and his brother ruled it from Earth. But, there was a time where the Avengers weren’t there yet, and it all was just the two of them against the realms.

Loki remembers quite vividly, actually. He remembers Thor training against him as if his life depended on it. He remembers Sif having to stop the battle, before Thor would break his bones. Loki remembers himself to be the weaker one, always the weaker one.

He remembers you, by Sif’s side, too. He pushed the thought away and flinched. He didn’t say it out loud, but Mobius knew it was about you. Loki’s mood would change every time your face roamed around his mind.

He remembers stealing bread and fruit from the kitchens to go out on picnics. He remembers your laughter —lyrical, melodic, armonious. He wanted to drown on you. And, by remembering you, he wanted to drown on that same lake he was staring at.

He remembers Frigga’s words, always so on point, always so true.

Loki glanced over to Mobius, without wanting to talk about it. But he did.

“My mother had always been really perspicacious about my relationships. Whether friendships, family, or… other things”.

“Frigga has a good reputation for being clever and insightful”, added Mobius. Loki nodded.

“She also had visions about that night”.

Mobius didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to mess it up.

“You know, I regret many things about it. I regret… firstly, that it wasn’t me. It should’ve been me”, he whispers. Mobius wanted to tell him it wasn’t, but it would be in vain. Nothing he could say could make Loki change his mind about it. “It should’ve been me, and they should’ve been safe. I could’ve assured their safety, but… I guess I didn’t”.

“Why?”.

“Why, you ask? Haven’t you seen it?”.

Mobius, once again, fell silent.

“I wanted to see them”, he whispers, “in their wedding outfit”.

“In their… wedding outfit?”.

“We were about to get married, you know that”, he said, obliviously. Mobius denied with his head. “How could you not know it?”.

“I know about the accident”.

“The attack, you mean”, he corrected, sharp as only you would get him.

“The attack, yes. Sorry”.

“We were going to get married, and then… we didn’t”.

The events came to Loki violently. So quickly, he felt himself about to contour in pain and vomit. He came back to his senses shortly after, but as he opened his eyes, he was back again on this recurrent flashback —this recurrent nightmare.

You stood in front of him. You were yelling —yelling at him, to him, because of him. He rolled his eyes at that comment, he remembers. He shouldn’t have, he thought, looking back at it. He shouldn’t have pretended like he didn’t care, like he was detached from the emotions you were accusing him of having.

“Loki”.

“Yes, Mobile Phone”.

“Stop it. Where are you?”.

“In my head, I guess”.

“Come back”.

Loki opened his eyes.

“I don’t want to go there, ever again”.

“You were talking about a wedding outfit”.

“I regret not… not seeing them on it. It was my fault, after all”.

“It wasn’t your fault, Loki”.

“It was”.

“I can help you”.

“I’m helpless, and they’s gone”.

Mobius smiled gently at him, with a hand on his shoulder. He pointed at the tempad on his hand. Loki opened his mouth widely, about to retort. He couldn’t.

“They’s gone. But you can visit all you want”.

“That’s insane. They deserve to be on their own timeline, without disruptions”.

“I’m not saying you’d go there to avoid the attack from happening. I’m saying you could go… see them in their little outfit. Have a bit of harmless fun".

Loki thought about it.

"If… if I can go there, and replace myself from that moment, and then come back… that wouldn't make much of a mess, right?".

"Are you thinking of…?".

"Just… getting things right. I don't want them to go with that last memory from me".

Mobius understood. Nodding, he opened a portal with the tempad and soon, Loki was on his feet about to walk through it.

He stopped before going in. He looked down at himself and shook his shoulders, dressing in his black and dark green suit —the one he intended to marry in. He arranged his hair in a low man bun and took his nose piercing off, knowing at the time he didn't have it on. He then looked at Mobius, as if looking for approval. He nodded and patted his shoulder.

"Have fun", he smiled gently.

"Will do", joked Loki, knowing this would end up in tears. He fixed his posture, and, with a deep breath, he submerged himself into the past.

He was in the room, too. The Loki from that time, grumpy and arms crossed waiting for the stupid fight to come, looked up at him bewildered. Before he could do anything, Loki covered his mouth and kicked him out of the timeline, closing the portal behind him. Mobius gestured at him that he'd talk him down and explain, and they could delete his memory after that.

Loki roamed around his old room in Asgard. The palace that was now in ruins, held so tightly and in place, as if it wouldn't fall by anything —not even a gigantic fire monster, predicted to be the destroyer of the realm. He walked to his bed, and sat on your side, passing a hand through the silky sheets. It was wrinkly, and you had just gotten off bed. He was sure you were looking for him. You'd come through that door any second now.

"Loki!", you walked in, a frown painted across your red face. He felt his heart on his throat. There you were. It was really you. He stood in shock, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes unable to tear from you. You walked up to him and seemed to be even more upset —now that he wasn't even acknowledging you were mad. "Are you out of your mind?! We're one day before the ceremony and you thought best to come up with that? You're a dick. You know that, right? You're an asshole", you said, and he kept staring at you as if you were telling him you loved him. "What's the matter with you?! Why are you looking at me like that?!".

He had to contain every single urge on him to grab you by the shoulders and kiss you deeply, in the way he knew it'd make you weak on the knees and in the way he had missed for so many years. But he pushed it back. He took in a deep breath, again, and grabbed your hands.

"What did I do, love?", he played innocent, as if the mention of his prank wasn't making his heart ache.

"What did… what did you do?! How can you do something like this and forget it the next second! I know I am marrying a trickster but I thought you'd contain yourself for at least one day, to keep my nerves intact!".

He remembered what he did. It was stupid, really. He thought it'd cheer you up, a stupid joke to calm the storm that was on your head the previous days to the wedding. He had turned the ceremony room into a deep-black darkness whole. He had cut off the lights so that the room wouldn't have any lightning whatsoever as soon as someone walked in.

He remembers what he did after that, in the past. He didn't tell you anything, and wanted to surprise you, as an apology, by filling the room with floating candles.

Many people didn't agree with him marrying you. Most of them didn't want Loki to be a best suitor for the throne; and married and living in Asgard —unlike his brother, who's had a come-and-go affair with a midgardian— people would be against him. That's why the attack happened that night.

This time around, he wouldn't waste any time on making you smile. He knew you'd die anyway, he couldn't change that. But he could do all the things he waited for until the ceremony that never happened.

He sat on the bed, eyes still on you, and pushed you closer to him. You relaxed your face, melting at the love on his gaze, and he smiled sadly, yet kindly. You sat on his leg, and he couldn't hold back anymore the urge to sink his nose in your hair, and hug you tightly. You chuckled, and pushed him back.

"I'm still mad at you, mister. Even if you're this adorable".

"I'm so, so sorry, my little darling", he said sincerely —so sincerely, he caught you off guard. He kept saying sorry and kissing your cheeks until you couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. "I promise you, I'll fix it right now. But I want you to be with me. Is that okay?".

"Can't stay away from me even a minute, can't you?", you joked, and he felt a lump on his throat, downing in with a fake laughter.

"I could never".

"Let's go, then".

"In fact, I… I know you'll hate me for this. You're in all your right to say no, but I need to ask you something", he started. He now realized, it didn't matter the clothing. He really just wanted to be with you. But if he could get a glance of what he could've had if destiny hadn't been such a bitch to him… he needed to take the chance. You nodded, and he asked "Do you think you could show me how gorgeous you look in your wedding's attires, my love? Meanwhile I'll prepare the room".

"Ah, you naughty little…", you laughed, and he chuckled and blushed.

"No, no. I meant your ceremony ones! And I'll fix the lights for the thing I screw up. I have a surprise".

"Oh. In that case, yes, I don't see why not".

"I thought you thought it was bad luck".

"Yes, but not the ceremony outfit, more like the… other one".

"Oh, then you should by all means show me that one".

"Sir, you go fix your mess and I'll go get my wedding outfit. We can get messy later", you said, and he chuckled, kind of disappointed that he had to leave before that.

He had to fight with all of his strength to let go of your hug, and go to the ceremony room to set the flying candles around. He waited with impatience until you opened the doors wildly and your eyes gazed dreamily at the room he had prepared. Your face lit up brightly and he… he fell even deeper in love, if such a thing was possible.

You ran up to him and melted into his arms with a smile, and he didn’t stop murmuring how splendid you looked. His last memory of you was a dead body, and now it would be this dreamy and angelic image of you, happy and unpissed at him. He didn’t know how to feel about it. His you, from his timeline, deserved better too. Every you from other timelines deserved better too, he thought, and shook his head as soon as he thought about it —let us enjoy the moment. Let us enjoy it.

He pulled you closer and kissed you just as he wanted to for all of those years. He kissed you and you didn’t let go for a long time after that. He stayed with his hands around you and your head on his chest.

“Your heartbeat is going crazy”, you murmured, and then you realized he was weeping. A few tears stained his reddened cheeks, and you kissed them. “What’s wrong, my love?”.

“Ah, my sweet”, he chuckled through the tears and looked down, not really answering. “Nothing is wrong. I’m overwhelmed with your gorgeousness”

But you had always been almost as perceptive as his own mother. He knew you were aware something was off. Right there, at that moment, you realized that wasn’t your Loki. You closed your eyes and held him closer to you, and he kissed your forehead.

“Was it long ago?”, you asked, knowing the answer. He seemed different from your Loki. More mature, even taller if possible, his hair seemed to be cut in a different culture than Asgard. He had that light on his eyes, that unstoppable desire to be in everything and everywhere possible —almost completely lit off. As if right there and then was the only place he strived to be at that very same moment. As if not even the next day mattered —just you there—just you now.

“Ages”, he mumbled into your hair, smelling you one last time. “I don’t want to let you go”.

“Tomorrow?”.

“Tonight. But tonight… was too long ago. I can’t do anything about it, I wish I could, but I can’t”, he sobbed. You shushed him and cupped his face. He blinked his tears away and smiled at you. “You look magnificent. I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you, all of these decades together”.

“Baby, you’ve caused me only happiness”, you said, and kissed him again.

A portal opened at the end of the room, and Mobius with a passed out Loki walked through it. You chuckled.

“I have to go now. So he can have one last time with you, too, alright?”, he whispered against you, still hugging you tightly. “He’s an idiot, but I was too, I suppose. Just, do me a favour, would you?”.

“Yes, my love”.

“Wherever you’ll go… never stop smiling, would you?”.

“I’d never”.

“Don’t forget I love you”.

“And you don’t forget to move on, someday”, you said, gripping tightly to him. It seemed like you already knew your fate would be an inevitable death, even that young, and you seemed more concerned about him than your actual destiny. He kissed you one last time, and walked through the portal with a weight off his shoulders and a better memory of you.

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[joeyhelps]

*    LOST   IN   SPACE   ( 2018 )  SEASON   ONE   SENTENCE  STARTERS   (   PART   ONE   ) .

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IMPACT

“ hey. it’s your turn. ”

“ take my hand. ”

“ it’s fine, it’s just stuck. ”

“ so where are you these days? ”

“ what did you bring me? ”

“ how long do we have? ”

“ we should talk about this privately. ”

“ i just don’t want you to be disappointed again. ”

“ well, they say everyone should read moby dick before they die. ”

“ i don’t think i’ve read anything except instruction manuals for years. ”

“ hey, i’m not gonna blow us up, am i? ”

“ you’re gonna be fine. you got that? you’re gonna be fine. ”

“ so you’re finally filing for divorce? ”

“ no point in you dying too. ”

“ it’s okay! he’s with me. ”

“ can you help her? please. ”

“ can you walk? ”

“ what are you doing? don’t leave me here! ”

DIAMONDS IN THE SKY

“ i’ll let you in on a trade secret: the answer to the question ‘can you fix this’ is always yes.”

“ so you’re gonna bullshit our way to safety. ”

“ i thought you two were friends. ”

“ bury her if you want. i’m gonna try to make sure nobody has to bury us. ”

“ it’s okay to lie down, you know. ”

“ you had a tough day. how are you holding up? ”

“ i didn’t think we’d be the ones rescuing people. ”

“ you didn’t check her pulse? ”

“ i know, right? it’s so familiar but what is it... it’s on the tip of your tongue. ”

“ i swear to god every time i come up here it’s something worse. ”

“ since when do you not do what i ask? ”

“ you put on a good show of being completely self interested, but i know you’re a good person. ”

“ ask the chicken if i’m a good guy come dinnertime. ”

“ i can fix that for you. ”

“ why did you run off? ”

“ i can’t track you because of the storm, where are you? ”

“ i should have been more receptive to you. you have the experience, you have the training. ”

“ i'm glad you were here today. ”

INFESTATION

“ let’s not ruin things with a bunch of lies. ”

“ why would i apologize for being a productive member of society? ”

“ at some point you have to take responsibility for your choices. ”

“ i didn’t ask you here to fight. ”

“ i don’t understand. exactly how lost are we talking about? ”

“ let me show you where you can store your stuff. ”

“ i know what that kind of fear can do to your body, and more importantly what it can do to your mind.”

“ don’t tell anyone, but i still get nightmares from time to time.”

“ if i’m gonna be here, you gotta let me be here. ”

“ you know how i feel about weapons in our house. ”

“ honestly, after everything that’s happened, i’m relieved. ”

“ i have to be honest with you about something, and if it makes you regret taking me in i wouldn’t blame you. ”

“ what was it you wanted to ask me? ”

“ i’m sorry, i really should have paid more attention. ”

“ look at you. successful, intelligent, beautiful... ”

“ you remind me of my sister. ”

“ isn’t there something about judging a book by its cover? ”

“ ... and i’m never having unagi again. ”

“ i need to get in there. ”

“ every day we have these little battles going on inside of us, between what we want to do and what need to do... and sometimes they can be very different things. ”

“ self preservation is nothing to be ashamed of. it’s how we learn to survive. ”

“ if we’re gonna be friends, you can’t hurt anybody. ever. do you understand? ”

THE ROBINSONS WERE HERE

“ looks like we might be here for awhile. ”

“ everyone’s abs are so well-defined. ”

“ that was really something! ”

“ what you looking at? ”

“ just trying to get my bearings. ”

“ hey... you’ve been through a lot. ”

“ i’m not gonna hurt you. i promise. ”

“ he saved your life! ”

“ hey, missed you. ”

“ i was eleven once too. ”

“ hey, you can’t be out here! get back inside! ”

“ don’t you always say that people make mistakes sometimes, and that they deserve a second chance? ”

“ whatever’s going on here, i think it’s great. ”

“ okay, listen, i can explain this. ”

“ i don’t think we’ll be back ‘til morning. ”

“ what if that was it? that was my last plan, and now there’s just... no more plans. ”

“ i know i didn’t tell you i was leaving, because i honestly thought that you’d be happy about it. ”

“ i was trying to impress you with my orienteering skills. ”

“ i think i was just excited to get dressed up. ”

“ if we’re gonna work together, i need you to have all your options on the table. ”

[seven-waters-hc]

Hi author san! Could I request HCs for Sanji, Killer and Ace who get get misunderstanding with their S/O and get jealous or angry but they realise the truth after and its a happy ending. Gosh I am a sucker for Angst with Happy endings.

Ofcourse please ignore it if you aren't comfortable writing this.

Of course! 💐

Killer and Ace Fighting and Forgiveness Headcannons

<Killer & Ace x GN!reader>

[I have a similar scenario for Sanji here :)]

๑Killer

After docking on an island to get the ship patched up, Killer told you he needed to go out for a bit and he would be back soon.

You waited on the ship doing miscellaneous tasks, eventually falling asleep when night came. When you woke up you had expected to feel Killer next to you, but all that was there was cold air.

You went around the ship asking Heat if he knew what Killer was up to. He didn’t have a clue, mentioning Kid was out too.

You get off to go look for the two; but after what must have been hours of searching you came back with nothing. You aimlessly walk around the small town, trying to think where they would be.

You give up and get back onto the ship to read and wait. The more hours that passed by had you more worried. You knew Killer was more than capable of protecting himself, but you couldn’t help but panic, thinking the worst had happened to your boyfriend.

Late into the night, you hear the bedroom door creak open, with Killer walking in silently. You glare at him before turning your back to him and blowing out the candle beside you.

He changes out of his clothes before crawling into the bed beside you. You scoot away from him and end up on the edge of the bed, frustrated at him for worrying you so badly.

You feel him pull you onto his chest, and you feel the vibrations of him talking when he starts trying to explain himself.

Someone had tipped off the marines, and he and Kid had ended up having to fight wave after wave of men. It was a piece of cake, according to Killer, but by the time they had finished fighting and the men had retreated it was already dark.

It had been Killer’s idea to just sleep in some nearby woods for the night so they wouldn’t have to try to figure their way back to the Punk in the dark.

By the time his explanation had come to an end, you felt awful for how you had treated him. He was just tired and wanted to get some quality sleep with you, and you had acted like a jerk.

You apologize for your reaction to him and explain yourself in return. You told him how you thought he had died or something even worse. You couldn't tell it, but he was smirking behind his mask. It was cute how you worried so much over him.

He tells you it’s fine, and everything goes back to normal, with no missing Killer and panicking y/n. The two of you fall asleep in each others arms, glad to be reunited.

๑Ace

You had wanted to get Ace a gift for his upcoming birthday while you were on an island restocking necessities.

Ace was a heavy sleeper, and that didn’t change when you slept with him. In the early hours of the morning, you made sure to slip out of bed without waking him up.

You got ready and went to shop after shop looking for the perfect gift for him. You had finally decided on [random trinket] and made your way back to the ship. What you didn’t expect was to have him grab your arm and yank you against him.

“Where were you?! I was so worried when I didn’t find you on the ship. What are you doing out here?”

Shit. You couldn’t spoil the gift for him, that was for his birthday! You decided it was best to just lie so you could save the gift.

“I had to go get some allergy relief Ace, this land has lots of flowers and the pollen is messing with me.”

He looked at you with an annoyed stare.

“If that was really the case, you would have seen Marco. What’s in the bag.”

His patience was thin and you knew there was no chance in saving the gift.

“A gift, Ace. Now will you get off my back? Sorry I spooked you.”

You knew he had much more to say, but you started walking back in the direction of the Moby Dick while ignoring him.

You’re grabbed by the shoulder this time. What was his deal?

“Y/n, please, I’m sorry for whatever I did but why are you being like this? Are you seeing someone else, am I not enough?”

You immediately freeze. This little lie couldn’t go on for any longer, unless you want to further upset you boyfriend.

“Ace, listen to me, it’s not anything like that! It’s just your birthday gift I was trying to hide from you! Look!”

You show him his gift and you can feel his relief, and then his regret.

“I’m really sorry I overreacted like that, I didn’t mean to make you spoil a gift. I was worried something had happened when I didn’t see you and I panicked.”

You reassure him that it was fine and wish him a happy early birthday by giving him the gift.

An early gift never hurt anyone.

He ends up loving it, cherishing the item.

[tooweirdforyou]

Being Whitebeard’s Daughter - HCs

A/N : I need a Whitebeard in my life, ngl.

Summary : What life would be like, if you were Whitebeard’s daughter.

Whitebeard is a family man, obviously.

So it wasn’t surprising at all to see that Whitebeard had a daughter.

No, what was surprising was how ADORABLE she was.

You were Whitebeard’s daughter, but being his only daughter, it brought some unwanted attention to you.

Everyone’s in protective mode, to protect pops’ only adorable sweet daughter.

-

First of all, when Ace first met you, he was flirting his ass off with you.

Sure, in the beginning, he tried to kill your father and did give you a bit of attitude as you tried to give him food and wrap his injuries with Marco, but he did eventually apologize and smoothly transitioned into flirting.

That is, until he learns you are Whitebeard’s actual daughter. He’ll do a double take on that news, eyes bulging out of its sockets and mouth gaped wide.

Then, he’ll be extremely over-protective.

Sure, Ace will occasionally toss in a flirt or two during your conversation, to which you may or may not flirt back and cause him to burst into flames with flushed cheeks.

He’d spend time with you late at night, where you could see the night sky and listen to him talk about his brothers while you would point out the special constellations to him or talk about your own wishes.

But literally, he’ll be by your side with whatever you need him with to help. If you’re eating or walking around the ship to keep watch, he’ll keep you company. If you’re occupied, Ace would be around to see if you need any assistance before he does his own work.

-

Marco, he would have eyes on you everywhere.

No, he won’t follow you around constantly and cling to you like Ace, but he will do daily check-ups to make sure you aren’t sick. After all, your father is sick and having his special daughter be sick won’t be good.

He’ll check on you as much as he can, but if he’s busy in the medical bay, he’ll ask that you come by at least twice a day so he can look after you.

He’ll ask the crew to keep a watchful eye on you and report to him if anything were to happen, even if it’s a minor cough or a small sneeze.

If you want to and if he’s not busy, he’ll give you rides in the air on his back, to fly and circle around the ocean above the Moby Dick for a while before bringing you down.

If you’re looking to spend some time with him, he’d let you sit in his office while he works, and you both would talk endlessly about anything you wanted, or he would teach you all kinds of medicine and which one is best to make with little resources and such.

He’d often invite you to come with him to pickup some medicine whenever you stop on an island, and there, you’d discuss Pops illness more before commenting about Ace and the crew’s crazy mahem.

-

Thatch, he’s a sweetheart.

He will always make your favorite snack every day, and ask how your day was. He’d always initiate the conversation.

If you stop by the kitchen while he’s cooking, he’d tease you for trying to sneak in a snack before dinner or for trying to peak in on what he’s making for lunch, before inviting you in and letting you taste a sample of his dish.

He’d ask for your opinion on new dishes he tries and see how you like them. If he notices your particular joy in one of them, he’d keep it in mind and make it more often for you.

No matter what time it is, if you’re craving something sweet or just whatever dish it is, Thatch is up and making it in a heartbeat for you.

He will feed you himself if you’re too tired or lazy to move.

He’ll invite you to cook with him, and he’ll teach you proper techniques on how to cut vegetables and cook particular dishes.

-

Izou, Jozu and Vista are the most protective brothers, maybe besides Ace. They are literally always there and making you laugh and smile whenever they can.

They’d check on you to make sure you’re feeling alright, if you’re hungry, or if you just want to walk around and share a conversation and a couple of jokes.

Izou would let you test makeup on him while you let him dress you both and such.

Vista would let you wear his top hat and compliment that it looks nice, deciding to buy a similar hat on the next island so you two could match.

Jozu would turn parts of his body into diamond, just to see you in awe and amazed at how cool it was, so he can see you smile.

-

Papa Whitebeard is the best advice giver.

Whitebeard is always there to talk about your problems, whether it be personal or something really stupid, like complaining about stubbing your toe.

If Whitebeard is in a meeting with the division commanders and you interrupt by accident, he’ll postpone and hold off the meeting to see what’s wrong, even if it’s just to inform him that you finished a bath or something.

Orders his sons to protect you at all cost, to risk their lives for your survival.

If you’re sad, he’ll turn the ship to the nearest island and get you anything you need or want. If you’re sad because of a crew member, he’ll have a rather serious talk with them before settling things properly.

If you’re in one of your moods, he’ll order his sons to not provoke or do anything to anger you, knowing how dangerous it could be.

He does find it amusing when you suddenly have a mood swing change and start pouting that no one’s talking to you or hanging out with you.

If it’s your birthday, you know damn well it will be the grandest party the Moby Dick has ever celebrated and held. Presents are shoved in your face, Thatch bakes the biggest and tastiest cake and everyone is there, singing along and wishing you a happy birthday.

[moscnios]

                           NOVEMBER TWENTY-EIGHTH ━ﾞ

⁺◟   PROMPT . . .           “why did you run away?”

⁺◟   CHARACTERS . . .           edward newgate           trans male son!reader ( ftm )           mentions of the whitebeard pirates

⁺◟   GENRE . . .           angst           fluff           comfort           platonic           oneshot

⁺◟   SYNOPSIS . . .           the whitebeard pirates dock on an island           all too familiar to ( y/n ), that makes his           blood run cold just at the sight. things get           worse when an old name he never wished           to hear again reaches his ears.

⁺◟   CONTENT WARNINGS . . .           mentions of transphobia ‘ intentional           deadnaming ‘ alluding to child abuse

⁺◟   WORD COUNT . . .           1.5k.

⁺◟   COMMENTARY . . .           i do know that november is long           gone but i wanted to at least finish           the event. i think this is among my           favorite things i’ve ever written.

          ( d/n ) = dead name

A distant hoot of an owl accompanied the gentle chirping of the crickets that scurried across the hard ground, through the high grasses and domestic flowers. 

What seemed like a hundred fireflies, shined dimly over a small pond somewhere deep in this huge forest, on this barely explored island. Though barely explored, a small port town had formed on its edge, leaving the the rest unexplored territory for the many creatures big and small.

Who knew what was in these woods, lurking in the shadows, crawling around all over, sniffling on the eroded pond bank-

A young boy sat on the eroded shoreline of the small pond, his eyes focused on the shallow waters before him, as he brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. He watched the fireflies move from the reflective water, as he seemed deep in thought.

His eyes both red and puffy from crying. At some point, he had no tears left to cry and could only let out dry sniffles, as he tore himself apart from the inside. The young boy’s clothes were a bit tattered, the fabric catching on nearby trees as he ran as fast as he could through the forest just hours ago, ignoring his brother’s cries and calls for him to stop. But his legs did not stop, he continued. With each step, he felt himself fall further into a deeper despair, one that he knew his brothers would never understood...one he knew Pops wouldn’t understand.

( y/n ) reached for a blue necklace that mimicked a blue cross with a crescent curve jutting out from the bottom around his neck, fiddling with it between the tips of his fingers as he remembered when he joined the Whitebeard Pirates.

A petty thief.

That’s what he was.

A thief who stole from the rich and gave to the poor...sometimes, when he wasn’t on the brink of death, as he traveled the New World alone, as a runaway. All he had were the clothes on his back, a bow, a few arrows, and the name he clung onto for dear life. It was not enough to keep him going for much longer.

By chance, ( y/n ) had gotten wrapped up in a group of pirates he had no business with. When he had prepared for death, a man as tall a building back from where he came from how towered over his captors, a weapon at his side and a rather annoyed expression on his face.

He remembered the fear in his eyes, the trembling in his body as he recognized the man.

Whitebeard.

His captors were long gone, leaving him all alone. As the giant man was about to ask if he were okay, the young boy took his bow and two arrows, aiming them at the giant. His trembling, sweaty hands made his bow shake in his hands, showing just truly how terrified he was.

He could even remember his stuttering voice.

“Don’t...don’t pity me. I’ll...I’ll put these right between in your eyes, old man!”

 Whitebeard could only give a hearty laugh, making ( y/n ) lower his bow and look down at the boy. He could see a bit of himself in ( y/n ), being able to almost read him.

“Where’s your home....son?”

Son...

No one had ever called him that before.

Hearing a complete stranger say it...it felt almost freeing. He felt a joy he never felt before! He felt like had finally escaped! He felt validated!

He was valid. 

 He hadn’t even noticed Whitebeard continuing.

“You don’t have a home, do you?”

His answer was met with a shake from ( y/n )’s head. Without a second to spare, the giant reached out his hand, “Join my crew...become my son.”

And he took it. He kept to himself at first, fearful of his new brothers and the people they were. He had seen many of pirates just like them, who had only hurt innocent people. Though his feelings quickly changed after getting to know them.

They were a true family.

Then why did he run? Why did he ignore their pleas?

It was this island...his homeland in which he had run away from years ago with nothing. When the island had come into view out from the deck of the Moby Dick, he froze as the color drained from his face. That was when Whitebeard first noticed his son’s strange behavior.

As the ship had come to a stop, decking in the port, ( y/n ) kept his head low, hiding behind Marco like a child as he stayed quietly mostly. When the usual teasing of his brothers began, instead of laughing like he usually did he was tense, biting his quivering bottom lip, brushing them off, becoming distant. Until Ace being his usual playful self had told his brother to lighten up and gave him a soft punch on the shoulder and ( y/n ) snapped.

“I CAN’T LIGHTEN UP! I’M BACK HERE AGAIN!”

Regret set in, as he covered his mouth. He didn’t mean to yell at Ace, he didn’t know, and he wouldn’t understand. When he reached out to his brother to apologize, a voice sounded from behind him, a familiar voice that was the cause of his deepest fears and darkest nightmares.

“( d/n )? Is that...is that really you?”

He had become even more tense. His dead name.

( y/n ) saw the confused faces of his brothers and his father, as they looked at the owner of the voice that stood only feet away from them.

“Oi! I think you got the wrong person. There’s no ( d/n ) here.” One of his brothers questioned.

The panic that had already settled in his chest began to rise, knowing what was going to happen next. The fear of his brothers and his father knowing the truth about who he was...who he used to be. Would they respect him? Would they treat him differently if they knew?

Would they call him a―

He ran, ran deep into the forest and now he was here at the pond. 

He could hear the crumbling of leaves from behind him, making him reach for his bow, as he peeked over his shoulder. A familiar giant came into view, making him drop the bow and look back to the pond, seeing himself in the reflection of the water.

“There you are,” Whitebeard spoke, “Why did you run away?”

His son stayed silent, making him sigh. The giant man sat down. He placed Murakumogiri next to him, as he looked at the fireflies floating above the pond, “You have a knowledge of this island. Is this where you were born?”

( y/n ) hummed as a response.

“That person who had came up to us, do you know―”

“STOP!”

He dug into the fabric of his pants, tears beginning to form again, “Please just stop, Pops.”

“I won’t understand unless you tell me. I can’t know what’s wrong unless you open up to me.”

A brief silence sounded between the father and son until ( y/n ) spoke, “Did...did that person tell you all anything?”

“They seemed just as confused as we all were. After you ran off, they distanced themselves from the boys who were giving them glares. They didn’t say anything after saying that name.”

“Pops...?”

“Hmm?”

“I...I wasn’t...born like this.”

“Like what?” He questioned, he already knew what ( y/n ) had meant. He had known for a long time, however it was never his business and kept it to himself.

Tears began to flood down his cheeks, “That name...is my old name. They were looking for me because I ran away from home to be my true self. To be...a man. I was born female, but I...I never felt that I was female but they told me that was possible. They told me I was wrong, I was just dumb, I was just not in my right mind, I was just sick! I’m not sick! I’m not...crazy!”

The young wrapped his arms around himself, “Do you think different of me now?”

A smile tugged at the corners of Whitebeard’s mouth, as he climbed back to his feet, grabbing Murakumogiri. He extended his hand to the boy whose back had faced him.

“You’re still my son, ( y/n ).”

( y/n ) snapped his head over his shoulder, “Pops...”

“It doesn’t matter who or what you were in your past. It only matters who you in this moment. And in the past, you may have been someone’s daughter. But in this moment, you are my son. There is nothing that will stop you from being my son, ( y/n ).”

The father petted the top of his crying son’s head.

“Thank you, Pops. I’m...s-sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. We’ll keep this between you and I, unless you want to tell the boys.”

He shook his head, “Not now...I’m...I’m not ready.”

“And that’s okay. Whenever you’re ready, they’ll be ready to listen. We’re a family, ( y/n ).”

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[alexa-fika]

Alright so the nezuko fic right?

ALSO SPOILERS ABOUT DEMON SLAYER

Ok so in my request I said that the reason that ace brought along reader is because he's looking for a cure right?

Imagine in marineford (thatch lives #justiceforthatch) whitebeard just orders reader to hide because there's gonna be sunlight and he does not want reader to get hurt or burnt

Reader escape but gets notice by izou who starts pushing her back gently towards the ship as she reach towards ace

So when ace is about to save luffy (a.k.a getting donut) reader just kicks them away (accidentally separating the two) then starts burning (not by akainu but the sun) So ace grabs reader as law grabs luffy

Ace then starts shouting at reader to shrink which they did but it didn't really help as the ace carries reader while running towards the ship (the Moby dick survived here)

Reader looks behind realizing that akainu is still chasing them then she kicks ace away hard like really hard

Let's skip of time a bit

The whitebeard pirates re group at spinx (whitebeard home island) mourning reader then all of the sudden they hear a sweet voice

'I'm.... I'm home everyone'

They then saw reader with the red haired pirates (who saved reader from akainu)

Then they found out before reader became a demon reader already eaten a blue spider lily (the cure) back then before she met ace and the others

Anyways thanks for listening on my ramblings 🥰

Don't forget to eat sleep and drink! Have a good day/ afternoon/ night!

Okurr okurr I hear you, 🤔

First of all apologize for the level of disrespect ect you just did tk Ace by saying ‘getting donut’

Next of all maybe?? Maybe different scenarios of possibilities of what could have happened? So many possible paths it could take

[cavehags]

I don't think i have ever watched or read or listened to anything more FOR ME than audible's hot white heist and to prove that to anyone reading this, here are two excerpts of the most disgusting parts, in which tony kushner addresses the audience to talk about literary examples of come

Hi, it's Tony Kushner. They've asked me to step in here as a kind of narrator, because at this point there's a six-month time jump in the story and the writer and director and the producers probably got anxious that they couldn't address the time jump with, you know, exposition in the dialogue, which, by the way, I'm sure they could have managed. But they didn't ask me for advice, they asked me to narrate, so here I am. I'm your narrator, and before I go on to the task at hand, I hope you're enjoying this production! I am. I think it's really funny, and also, if I can set narration aside for a couple of seconds of commentary, I like it that the MacGuffin in the story is frozen semen. Because, well, I'm a gay man who's spent a certain amount of his life thinking about semen for one reason or another, and I also spend a certain amount of time thinking about art. And it seems to me that it's not often that you encounter art about semen. This isn't about semen, but there's semen in it. Know what I mean? At its heart, literally, there's semen. That made me sit up when they explained that to me. And also it's sort of cool that this is a kind of a send-up or even a takedown of phallocentricism and yet there's this semen. It's complicated, which is how I like it. Anyway, I thought I'd just say that.

and then again later:

Hello, it's Tony Kushner, the narrator, again, with one last time jump which will take us into the epilogue. Before I narrate, it occured to me that when I mentioned how rarely semen - semen itself, the sticky stuff itself as opposed to its often problematic aftereffects - how rarely semen gets featured in art, a few exceptions occured to me. For instance, in Whitman's "Song of Myself" when he rhapsodizes in the second section about "love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine," I think we can assume that by "silk-thread," Whitman means come. Similarly, in Herman Melville's Billy Budd, Billy spills soup, which Melville calls "hot, greasy liquid," across Mr. Claggart's path, which freaks Claggart out so much that he begins to plot Billy's demise. It's likely that Melville wants us to understand that the hot, greasy liquid is more than mere spilled soup. And most famously, in Moby Dick, there's a whole chapter, chapter 94, entirely devoted to semen. "Squeeze! Squeeze! Squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm 'till a strange sort of insanity came over me," et cetera. It's maybe interesting that in all these examples of literary ejaculate, what's celebrated is semen's liquidity, elasticity, viscoscity, whereas in our serialized audiodrama, the quasi-eponymous jizz is frozen, its flow stanched, no longer a dual-nature non-Newtonian fluid but a solid, a fixedity, no longer dynamic but a still, unchanging object, a commodity, within which unstable, onrushing life is imprisoned. Make of that what you will. I say it's an identification of the patriarchy as death itself. But maybe that's just me, and I'm holding up the show, the story. Let me do my job and narrate. Sorry for the holdup. As the chorus puts it in Shakespeare's Winter's Tale--the chorus who, like me, speaks to represent the passing of time--when he's apologizing for interrupting the action, "Of this allow, if ever you have spent time worse ere now; if never, yet that Time himself doth say, he wishes earnestly you never may." So, the epilogue. Three months later this time. Have fun!

[discotenny]

!Playful Prankster S/o!

Twain, Gin, and Chuuya with their playful significant other who enjoys playing pranks on them and their friends

|Unedited|

!Requested by anon!

Twain

LMAO HE IS THE ABSOLUTE SAME

Except while people actually like you, the Guild is ready to kick his ass out

Twain works best with a playful significant other, as it matches his energy so well

What he wants in a relationship is fun. He wants a life full of laughs and funny stories to write down in his diary at the end of the day

Play a prank on him please. He’ll prank you right back and you two will be in your own little prank war with each other 

Twain hasn’t had this much fun in years😌

He probably messes with Steinbeck even without you in the picture. Will definitely enlist you in helping him prank Steinbeck at some point

Steinbeck is so close to choking Twain with some vines

He introduces you to Tom and Huck and you find them absolutely adorable! Tom definitely talks and plays with them when he’s alone, they’re his only friends on the Moby Dick ;-;

You two are like literal children I stg

Tom and Huck play a special part in your schemes. Twain will put a sheet over them and you’ll ask if they could scare your friends into thinking there’s a ghost haha

Out of the three characters requested, Twain will definitely have the most fun with a playful significant other

Calls you his partner in crime

Gin

Okay so Gin has a very dry sense of humor

She’ll stand by completely complacent to your antics

Rather than the pranks themselves, Gin finds more enjoyment in the inconvenience you cause for other people

However, your playful nature makes her even more quiet out in public, as she feels that you can talk enough for the two of you

Before she met you, her life revolved around the Port Mafia and her brother. She didn’t have much time to experience pure fun, nor had she ever remembered enjoying life in her childhood

With you she laughs. And she sees the world in a way completely different from the darkness the Port Mafia provides

Don’t try to prank her she cannot be pranked. You throw a plastic spider at her? That shit is slapped towards the wall in seconds, her reflexes are that good mfer

Gin does get embarrassed whenever you prank her though. She’ll quietly ask you to never do that again as having to use her skill in public makes her embarrassed

Will definitely want to see you mess with Tachihara 

Will definitely assist in pranking Tachihara

Chuuya

FUCk

Chuuya is constantly targeted by you and Dazai for pranks

You know he’s never actually upset when you play a harmless prank on him

But those snakes inside of a can of nuts bring back trauma from his Twin Black days 

Though your cheerful attitude is the main reason he was attracted to you in the first place

He sees you as pure, something untouched by the true darkness of life

Chuuya adores you so fucking much I swear

He wears a goofy smile watching as you laugh with your friends about your latest schemes. Though he may look like a tough and scary mafioso of a man, inside is such a softie who is absolutely whipped for you

Chuuya’s a great listener, so he’ll love listening to your stories and all of the adventures you have throughout your day

Speaking of your attitude, he loves it when you smile. He also loves it when he’s the one to put it on your face :3

One day you get the genius idea that his ability would be perfect for playing pranks

While he’s a little apprehensive on the idea, he’s only on board once you bring up the idea of pranking Dazai 

!Hallo! aha ha just a short post tonight sorry y’all. I really like writing for Twain for some reason like hello sir marry me rn? Also i wanted to write way more for Chuuya but i can’t see to find the right words to explain my pure adoration for this man 

Apologies if this wasn’t what you had in mind! Feel free to send in another request if that’s the case babs <3

Enjoy~~

[theawkwardterrier]

Prototypes, Pekingese, and Other Things That Might Test Your Patience

Steggy Week 2k20, day 1 Prompt: Domestic Bliss

Summary: Sunday afternoon, Steve comes home from the movies and finds Peggy sitting on the sofa, having what seems to be a staring contest with the ugliest little dog he’s ever seen.

AO3 link here. Thanks to @steggyfanevents​ for organizing!

Sunday afternoon, Steve comes home from the movies and finds Peggy sitting on the sofa, having what seems to be a staring contest with the ugliest little dog he’s ever seen.

To be clear, the dog is the kind of ugly that probably means that its ancestors came over on the Mayflower and it is the result of centuries of very carefully considered and high-standard breeding which would put Steve’s own pedigree to shame. That said, the animal has been left with a flat face, watery eyes, sharp little teeth, minuscule legs, a coat that probably weighs more than its actual body, and an apparent tendency to snuffle even when at rest.

None of this makes a good first impression.

“Hello,” Steve says carefully, closing the door. “I thought you were finishing up the Beckworth operation today.”

“We did.” Peggy breaks her stare with the dog on the floor in front of her, sounding sour. “The first part went absolutely swimmingly. He was entirely willing to reveal the location of the safe while showing off for Gladys.” She gestures to a curly blonde wig lying on the side table. “The distraction was timed perfectly, and I was able to crack back in while he was gone and remove the prototype before calling for backup. We arrested him without incident. It was all as smooth as you like, textbook even, until I gave the prototype into the care of Fletcher in evidence collection - you’ve met him, ginger, entirely too tall? - and the man immediately dropped it on the floor only to have it eaten by this thing.” She glares again at the dog. “And now it has to be watched while we wait for the prototype to...pass, so it can be used as evidence and then handed over to Howard and his merry band for examination.”

“Ah.” Steve lowers himself into a chair, keeping a careful eye on the dog. It seems the type to be easily unsettled by simple things in its surroundings. “And it needs to be watched here? By us?”

“Well, after what happened today, I’m certainly not going to give more responsibility to Fletcher or any of the so-called experts in evidence collection.” They’ve barely finished staffing the various departments over at SHIELD, but Steve now suspects based on her tone that they might be going back to the drawing board in some places. “Of course, I wouldn’t trust Howard to take care of it himself, and Jarvis and Ana have been told by the adoption agency to be on the alert in the next few weeks—”

“Hey, that’s great!”

“It is, but of course it means that they should have as much time as possible to prepare themselves, which does not at all fit with taking responsibility for this. And, of course, I’m trying to build a more official reputation for the organization. As reliable as Jarvis has proven himself to be, I’d like us to try to appear slightly less homegrown than we have in the past, at least for the moment.”

Steve looks around himself at the living room of their home, then down at the dog, which has started to pace and sniff around itself. “So it’s up to us.”

“Yes. But I can’t imagine it will take long for the prototype to reappear, and then they will both be off our hands.”

Peggy comes home on Monday evening and, flipping through the mail on her way down the hall, nearly forgets to even look for the dog until she reaches the kitchen where Steve is washing dishes.

“You didn’t call,” she says, “so I assume that the prototype is still…”

“As far as I can tell,” Steve says, looking a little worn. “And I’m pretty familiar with what did come out of him today.”

“How was—” she tries, just as a high, incessant yapping starts from the front room.

“Sorry, he’s been looking out into the yard all day, going nuts over squirrels, birds, the mailman, anything. It’s a good thing there weren’t any Girl Scouts going door to door today,” Steve apologizes before calling tiredly toward the next room, “Knock it off, Eliot.” To Peggy’s surprise, the sound turns to a whining, nasal growl, which is at least softer.

“You gave it a name?” she asks, kissing him quickly as she leans to put the mail on the counter.

“He didn’t come with one that I could figure out, and I had to call him something.”

“And why decide on Eliot?”

Steve finishes drying off his hands, then points into the trash can where there’s a pile of shredded paper mixed in with the usual garbage.

“I guess the books looked at him funny because he started clawing at them pretty early on. I managed to move most of them up to higher shelves before he got them too bad, but he really did a number on Middlemarch. Moby-Dick, too, but he didn’t exactly seem like a Herman any more than he looked like a George. And I guess I could have called him Pepper, because he knocked that over too, but he’s the wrong color.”

Eliot comes, nails clicking, into the kitchen to bark at their feet. Peggy stares down on him. She sighs.

“Well, your instincts about Melville were spot on, at least,” she tells the dog, and takes her husband upstairs to show her gratitude for his forbearance.

When Peggy calls Tuesday morning and tells Steve that she’s scheduled a veterinary appointment for Eliot that afternoon, he groans aloud down the phone line.

“He’s actually finally quiet,” Steve says, watching from out of the corner of his eye as Eliot yawns, peers out the window, and seems to start dozing again. “If I take him out somewhere new…”

“Yes, but that place might be able to offer some guidance about when we might get to see the prototype again, and therefore when we might never have to see the dog again.”

Eliot shies away from anything particularly cold or shiny at the vet’s office in a way that Steve remembers from his own earliest medical experiences. He keeps up a constant, quiet growl; Steve considers it polite if anything based on the lowered volume, and luckily none of the staff seem overly concerned or insulted. Then again, they aren’t actually that helpful either: the vet cheerfully informs Steve that these things usually pass by themselves within a few days, and as long as Eliot is still able to eat, drink, and play normally there’s no reason to be concerned.

“You can come back in if something changes, and of course, if you’re really concerned, I can refer you to a colleague about an hour away who can do an x-ray of the little fella,” the vet offers, and then quotes a price for it that makes Steve laugh reflexively at what must be a joke. (It isn’t.)

The only helpful piece of advice comes at the end of the visit.

“Fur like that,” the vet says, going over to the door, “I’d expect you must be showing him.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, dog shows, contests, like that.”

“You mean we can get him trimmed if we don’t care about all that?” Steve asks, relieved. He’s wearing his only pair of brown trousers today; even though Eliot sleeps downstairs, somehow strands of his long fur have migrated onto the black and gray pants which fill most of Steve's wardrobe.

The vet looks surprised. “Sure, though it’d be a shame. He’s a pretty fine specimen, after all.” He tilts his head, turning thoughtful. “Say, if you don’t really want him for that, I have a friend who’d love to get his hands on a purebred like this. Pay you nicely for it, too, what do you say?”

Steve looks over at Eliot. Despite the standoff the dog is having with a row of bottles on the doctor’s counter, he looks up at Steve with something very human and pleading and familiar in his eyes.

“No, thanks,” Steve finds himself saying, picking Eliot up in one arm. “I think we’ll hang onto him for now.”

Steve is as surprised as Peggy when she comes home Wednesday to find the dog lying politely at the foot of the armchair while Steve sketches. Eliot’s paws are forward, his face relaxed on the carpet between them. Steve had apparently been successful in his mission for the day; the nimbus of tawny fur is gone, trimmed to a more manageable - and, she’ll admit, attractive - level. She can actually see the dog’s eyes clearly now, blinking slow consideration, and his tail puffs up sweetly rather than billowing wildly outward.

“Well, this is quite the change of pace,” Peggy says, keeping her voice pitched low on instinct. Eliot turns to look over at her, but returns to staring peaceably through the window where the tree in the front yard shifts slowly in the breeze.

“Yeah,” Steve says, glancing down with...is that fondness? “He isn’t so bad once you get used to him. Or once he gets used to you. Melinda, the girl at the dog barbershop, said that he probably just needed to figure out how to handle a new place and new people, and that his breed can be a little bossy and vocal.” He pauses. “Also, she said he might have just been hot and annoyed from all that fur.”

“Well, he's at least sensible,” Peggy says, sitting down too. She knows she should go and change, should at least unpack her case, but there’s something comforting about sitting there, just listening to the scratch of Steve’s pencil, the constant sound of Eliot’s breathing. Without her thinking much about it, without even asking if there’s been any update on the prototype, she decides to stay a while with the two of them.

“He’s still not exactly the cutest little thing,” Bucky comments when he comes for a walk with Steve and Eliot on Thursday afternoon. Eliot doesn’t pay him any attention, sniffing busily at the sidewalk in front of himself as he trots along (although Steve knows that he’ll run out of energy pretty soon and slow to a crawl).

“Looks aren’t the only thing that’s important,” Steve points out, moving over so Mr. Sabitini and his grandsons can pass by. “Character plays a big role in things, and Eliot’s got plenty of that; he might be mouthy, but he's pretty intelligent, and considerate too. Yesterday he saw a boy drop his ice cream on the ground and started to nose it back to him.”

Bucky snorts. "Probably trying to sneak a few licks in for himself."

"I don't think so." Steve’s voice is firm, his glare hard.

Bucky stares, then shoves a hand through his hair. “Oh God,” he says. “You’re starting to identify with the mutt. You should have just called him Steve Junior.”

“What? No, I’m—” Steve starts, then shoves him over the curb into the street. “Shut your trap, Barnes.”

“Just calling it like I see it,” Bucky laughs, and he gets back onto the sidewalk only for Steve to shove him over again.

At dinner on Friday evening, Steve tells Peggy about how Eliot has started to just bark a polite little greeting to the squirrels on the lawn, as if welcoming them to the home to which he’s graciously allowed them access, and then asks how the Beckworth case is coming.

“The prosecutor is optimistic, which I consider an accomplishment for him - he’s usually quite doleful. Of course it would be better if we had the prototype in hand, but we have the schematics and the testimony from the assistant…”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, as she trails off.

"Mr. Beckworth is seemingly quite...upset that we have taken custody of his dog. I read the report from his latest interrogation and it was all he spoke about.”

Steve swallows a bite of chicken. “He’s probably pretty worried about his life’s work being trapped inside him.”

Peggy shakes her head. “I don’t think so. I think he’s actually concerned about him. Unless he’s playing some sort of game, I believe he truly loves the creature.”

“Well, he’s actually pretty easy to love,” Steve says. “He just shouldn’t have to put up with criminals.” When he palms and drops a piece of his chicken on the floor for Eliot to sweep up, he tries to think of it as more of a consolation than a bribe. Peggy sees and shakes her head; apparently she’s missed the distinction

Peggy calls to say that she’ll be working late on Saturday, so Steve tells Eliot, “Guess it’s just you and me for dinner tonight, fella.” He thinks of what Bucky or Peggy would say if they heard that, groans, and then shrugs, because they didn’t hear it so who cares?

Eliot whines as Steve goes upstairs and shuts the bedroom door, but the house is definitely furrier than is preferable even after the haircut and the establishment of a daily brushing regimen, and there are some lines they haven’t crossed, at least not yet, so Steve goes to bed alone.

He wakes up alone too, several hours later, wondering for a blink what pulled him from sleep. Then he hears Eliot’s growl from down in the kitchen followed by a yip, as if someone’s kicked him.

For a moment, as he makes his quick, silent way down the stairs, he gropes for his shield, something he hasn’t done in years. But before he can really miss its presence, he hears Peggy say, “I’ll thank you to unhand my dog,” in a way that he can tell means she’s aiming her gun.

“I don’t know who you think you are, lady,” says a voice, “but this is Ned Beckworth’s dog.”

“It was,” Peggy says, perfectly calmly. “But Mr. Beckworth is awaiting trial, as you soon will be as well, and now it’s my dog. Just as this is my house you’re standing in, and my husband coming up behind you, so put Eliot down, if you please.”

Looking from the doorway into the dimness, Steve can only see the backs of the two men who have broken in, moderately sized and wearing black. One of them has Eliot under his arm, a hand over his muzzle even as he tries to wriggle away. When the stranger doesn’t move, Steve says, “She really will shoot you if you don’t let the dog go. She’ll get your leg no problem, even if you’re trying to use him as a shield,” and Eliot is reluctantly and a bit too forcefully released. He takes a minute to regain his footing, nails scrabbling on the linoleum after being dropped to the ground, but before Steve can say a word, the dog has vomited copiously onto his captor’s shoe before skidding over to Peggy and pressing himself against her leg. The prototype, its light still blinking a calm blue, lies in the middle of the puddle.

“Excellent aim, Eliot,” she says dryly, without taking her eye off the now loudly disgusted housebreakers. “But your timing leaves quite a bit to be desired. Steve?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it.”

Between the two of them, they pretty easily subdue their unwanted guests, and wrap up the prototype to deliver to headquarters in the morning. (Peggy says she’ll trust a retrieval team to take care of prisoner transport, but the prototype stays with her from this point forward. Steve, cleaning up the mess on the floor, says she is welcome to it.) Eliot obeys commands for “sit” and “quiet” for only a few seconds at a time before once again starting to dart distractingly around the room, barking. Still, once everyone else has left, he curls easily into Peggy’s lap and allows himself to be petted.

“He acquitted himself well,” she says as Eliot’s tail flips through the air, clearly pleased by her attention to his ears, “even if he isn’t exactly anyone’s picture of heroism.”

“Neither of us exactly was either,” says Steve, “so I think he’ll fit in fine.” He pauses. “Don’t tell Bucky I said that. He'll just start again about me over-identifying.”

She laughs. “I wouldn’t dream of it, even if he might have something of the right of it.”

Eliot barks in what seems to be agreement, but Steve knows for a fact that, if the dog could talk, he’d sell Steve out in a minute if offered a half decent steak.

As Sunday dawns, the three of them are still sitting in the living room, asleep together.