#she is traumatised

[nocturnalrorobin]

Ornithophobia

(Marco x Izou x OC x Thatch x Ace)

Thanks @quinloki for being my beta ❤️

cw: a/b/o dynamics, protective Izou, Marco and Thatch might or might not be a problem

This fic was inspired by hOrnithology For Beginners by the talented @hannahbarberra162

Minors DNI

Chapter 1: The Last wish

“I have a little girl out there whose name is Coral. Rayleigh and I found her abandoned in front of the ship with a note stating that we already have that persons son so they asked to keep her safe aswell. She is obviously related to Buggy, but ate quite a powerful fruit and so we decided to hide her on an Island with a nanny. I need to know she will be safe in the future before I die.” Rogers poured more Sake for himself and Newgate. The latter just listened to his old rival, giving him all the time he needed. “I want her to marry Marco. He seems bright and smart and I know he is kindhearted.” He continued. 

“Guarararara! My lad is special alright. But how old is your lass? You also should know that Marco, Thatch, and Izou always share their lovers. They are a handful.” He took a sip from his cup and enjoyed the thought of maybe having a daughter on the ship in the future. 

“She is at a hidden island and will be taken care of, I will give you the location. Currently she is 2 years old. So once she turns 18 please take her with you and marry them, my old friend.” He looked at his old rival pleadingly. 

“We will pick up the lass I can promise you that, and I will tell her of your last wish, but if she ends up liking some other son of mine I won't force the marriage.” He made clear to Rogers and with that, they toasted on Coral's future. Whitebeard was just confused why he wanted Marco and not Shanks. “Why Marco though and not Shanks?”

“Well Shanks can be intense. He picked up all the worst qualities from me and Rayleigh.” Roger laughed heartedly. 

Eighteen years went by at the speed of light and before they knew it, the Moby docked on the little Island. Whiteboard and his three sons set out to get you. “I really don't think you should come pops. We can do that by ourselves. Yoi.” Marco complained. 

“Just how weak do you think I am my boy? Besides, we are already two years later than it was planned and I'm excited to meet my first daughter! Guararara.” No one really could argue with that, the few nurses they had always changed on Islands and bucked in Whitebeard's room. It would be refreshing to have a woman on board and all three sons were hoping it was an omega.

“There is nothing here. No other humans around. That’s so lonely and sad.” Thatch remarked thinking about her childhood and Izou hummed in agreement.  

Coral POV

She returned from her hunting trip, very pleased with her haul of the day. As she got close to her little hut, she got hit by waves of pleasant scents. She couldn't make out what it was, but it stirred something in her, never in her life had she smelled something like this before. 

She hid in a bush closest to the hut and saw four tall men. A pineapple, a bonestache, a bird's nest (she shuddered just a thought), and the most beautiful creature known to men, Adonis if you will. As Pineapple turned a little, she looked at some part of his chest and noticed the tattoo on the unbuttoned part. She sighed, because she remembered her Rogers' letter, having read it a million times. She noticed that Pineapple walked over to the Bush, even though she didn't say a peep. 

“You gonna come out little bird? Or should I come and get you? Yoi.” He said in a calm tone. She flinched at the pet name but seeing as there was no menace in his voice she decided to come out. “Hello, little bird. I'm Marco. Yoi.” He noticed her flinching but was too busy taking in her small form. His doctor senses were going off in so many directions. 

“Uh. Hi, I'm Coral. Nice to meet ya.” She waved at him but averted her eyes, something about him raised alarm bells in her and she couldn’t figure out why. According to Rogers, this was the man she was supposed to marry, but if she would just judge by looks she would go for Adonis. “L-lets go to the others. OK?” She felt super awkward around him. He nonchalantly put his arm around her shoulder and guided her back to the others. “H-Hello everyone. I'm Coral. It's n-nice to meet you.” She was so nervous and shy, her heart was about to implode. 

“Hello, little lass. Do you know who we are? And why we’re here?” Bonestache asked her with a soft look in his eyes, he too noticed her appearance. 

“Y-Yes. D-Do you want to come inside?” She pointed to her little hut.  

“I'm Thatch baby girl.” The handsome guy with the ridiculous nest for hair said with a wink. 

“And I'm Izou little butterfly.” She swooned at how beautiful he was, trying her hardest to hide the blush that adorned her face. 

She let them up the three stairs into the small wooden hut, it was really cramped inside, and having someone as tall as Whitebeard in her home didn’t help the matter. “I-Im sorry I can’t offer you much, but I have tea bonesta… I mean s-sir.” She barely caught her slip-up and nervously rubbed her hand on her right arm. The other men stood behind Whitebeard and just watched her every move, it made her very uneasy. 

“Oh, that’s ok lass. We won’t be staying long, I mean you are coming with us. We’re sorry it took us so long to get here though, we were supposed to be here two years ago.” Whitebeard chuckled. He was delighted how she stood there all nervous, with the dead rabbit in hand. “Tell me, lass, what do you know about this arrangement?” He eyed her curiously. 

Coral sighed and sat down across from him. “Well I’m supposed to go with you and well… ummm m-marry M-Marco.” Coral bashfully turned her head to Marco and almost ran away screaming when she saw his predatory glowing eyes. “I can show you the letter if you wish.” She didn’t wait for his answer and got up and walked over to her nightstand to open the drawer. Whitebeard looked at her with big eyes as she just handed him the last memento she had of Rogers.  

“Lass, you shouldn’t just give this away so easily. You should treasure it more.” He fondly smiled down at her. He opened the worn-out letter and quickly read through it before bursting into laughter. “The clown lad is your brother? Guararararara. Of course, he would write you, before meeting me! That was just like him.” He handed her the letter back and held her hands. “Rogers was a great man, child.” She looked up at him with her big blue eyes and blinked away tears that collected in her tear ducts. “Go collect your things.” As she moved around packing her things Whitebeard pondered if he should tell her about his side of the promise or not. “I told him that I could promise I would be taking you with me, but I will not force you to marry Marco. You may choose between these three…” He was interrupted by her before he could finish that sentence. 

“Izou.” Coral said it, before she even realised she did. Laughter was heard behind her, from everyone, but one. Marco’s eyes never shone brighter or more possessive. Luckily he thought he would get to taste her anyway. “I just have to do one more thing, before we go.” Coral left the hut and the three brothers followed her around the hut, to what looked like a gravestone. “Thank you for everything Vani, but it’s time for me to leave. I’ll never forget you and your kindness.”

“Who was this baby girl?” Thatch knelt next to her and gently wiped away a stray tear from her cheek.

“Vanessa, she was my nanny or rather my mother if you think about it. Sh-shhe… I can’t talk about this. I’m sorry.” Coral had tears streaming down her face. When she went inside the hut to pick up her little bag, Whitebeard noticed her distress. He immediately picked her up and put her on his shoulder. 

“Let Marco carry that for you. You know you really shouldn’t write off Marco that quickly. Give him a chance.” Coral listened to Bonestache talking while they walked, she turned around to take one last look at her home noticing all three of the brothers staring at her with an expression she couldn’t place.   

Marco POV

Marco thought this was pointless, who knows if she even was still here? It’s been 16 years, she could have died or well just been taken away. As the four of them took in the small unremarkable island, he wondered how anyone could have survived here for that long. As they reached the top of a small hill they saw a small hut and knocked on the door, but no one opened it. Marco was just about to transform when he noticed that they were being watched from a bush close by. He tried to calm the phoenix who was excited to meet his new mate. He took deep breaths and blinked a couple of times to make his eyes stop glowing before he addressed her. 

“You gonna come out little bird? Or should I come and get you? Yoi.” He tried his hardest to sound neutral, but a sweet scent hit his nose making him even more impatient. It gave him the feeling he would get when he was flying and the sun was tickling his beak. 

She finally showed herself from the hiding spot and she looked rough, even though she didn’t seem to realise it. Coral looked malnourished and unkempt. Her blue hair was long, but tangled with no shine to it as if hadn’t seen a comb in years, but she didn’t stink either; he wasn't sure if it was because of her strong pheromone scent or if she bathed herself. Any rational and sane person would be repulsed, but he was taken by her and wanted to mark her as his and knew his brothers would feel the same. He was looking forward to her obligatory medical check-up and he would make sure to be thorough with her.

Thatch POV 

What a little treasure. He thought to himself as he saw Marco walking her over to them. 

He knew of Whitebeard's extended promise about her and secretly hoped she would choose him. He could smell her sweet scent. It was almost as if he walked through berry fields or was cutting into a sweet fruit. He was the oldest of the three and really wanted to get married and have kids. 

Oh to fill her up with his cum and have her cry beneath him as he fucked into her, maybe she would call him daddy? He wanted to breed her so badly and… 

“Izou.” 

Did he hear her correctly? But it was supposed to be him!? But that’s alright, he can change her mind when he takes care of her diet which he was sure he had to watch, for now, he laughed along. When he watched her crying at the grave his heart hurt, he wanted to pick her up and protect her from all evil in the world.   

Izou POV

He wanted to give her a thorough bath, wash her hair, massage her scalp, and then cut her hair. She deserved a proper haircut. He already planned all the ways he would pamper her, and maybe he would show her the traditional ways of a tea ceremony or he would relax with her while doing Shibari, but that’s only if she would accept. 

While Marco and Thatch would coerce the behaviour they wanted, Izou did nothing without explicit consent. Which might be why he prefers more traditional bdsm compared to his brothers. Her scent was really pleasant usually he would run away, as he had quite a sensitive nose, but for him, it felt like he was in wano when he was around her. 

“Izou.” Oh. Well he didn’t see that coming, nor did he know how to react so he laughed mostly at Marco because he knew he would be fuming. Izou never wanted to get married, he didn’t mind finding an omega for life, one whose pheromones he could bare, or sharing a partner with his brothers for the rest of his life. But marriage? That’s out of the question. 

“Welcome on board my daughter.” Whitebeard put Coral down from his shoulders as they reached the deck of the Moby. She stared at him in awe with her big blue eyes, she had never seen anyone as tall as him. She was brought back from her thoughts when Thatch gingerly intertwined his hand with hers. 

“Come baby girl. Marco wants to talk to us in his office.” He smiled at her. He seemed very nice and charming she thought. She didn’t try to pull away her hand, no one ever taught her what is normal and what is not, Vanessa may have left out some details in her upbringing. As they entered Marco’s office Izou was already there sitting on the couch,  he beamed a smile at her and motioned for her to sit beside him. 

“If you sit there I have no space baby girl.Can you get up for a second?” Coral didn’t hesitate and did as she was asked by Thatch. When he sat down he pulled her into his lap and wrapped his hands around her waist. Izou eyed him sternly, he could see the confusion on her face. 

“Do you want to sit on my lap, little butterfly? I can also get up if that makes you uncomfortable.” Izou smiled at her. He was glad that he wasn’t sharing a room with Thatch anymore because it was clear he would need to have her in his room. 

Thatch huffed, very clearly upset at Izou’s question, and Coral was basically between a rock and a hard place. 

“I-I would like to sit on your lap Izou. Thank you.” She said, a blush spread on her cheeks reaching up to her ears. Thatch couldn’t stay upset long when he saw her cute expression, he knew he could be pushy. Izou didn’t wrap his arm around her, he wanted her to be able to get up if she wished, but he gently caressed her arm with a gloved hand. 

“All done now? Yoi.” Marco sat across from them. “I have a suggestion for everyone, but ultimately it’s up to you Coral. First things first. I’m the ship's doctor and I would like to do a thorough checkup on you in the morning. Thatch is in charge of your diet, I haven’t weighed you yet but I can tell by looking at you that you need to gain weight, you may help him in the kitchen if you wish. Finally, your hygiene will be overseen by Izou, who will answer any questions you may have in regards to it.” Marco put away his note pad and looked at her. 

“Coral, you were supposed to be my wife and it was arranged that you were supposed to spend the nights in my room, so if you wish you can get to know us all better and sleep every night in of my brothers rooms until you make your choice?” Marco suggested. 

“Absolutely not.” Izou stepped in. “You, Thatch and I will get to know her and love her together if that is what she wants, but at night she stays in my room. Don’t even question me on why.” Izou was serious and Thatch wasn’t arguing because he knew better. Marco though, his phoenix took over and he transformed in front of her, all anyone on the ship could hear was a high-pitched scream of terror.  

[introverted-author]

S1 Nancy makes me so sad that poor child

S1 Nancy needs a hug 🥺

[stealingpotatoes]

i love every interaction you show ahsoka having. she borders on artoo the way she knows the shit that’s gone down and is a little haunted by it. also massive fan of the twins. this is just fanmail

thank you!!! yes she and artoo are SO fun w the twins, even tho they have very different reasons for not talking to them abt the past

(commission info // tip jar!)

[thedaslut]

Y'all are really sleeping on Bellara's VA's performance, Jee Young Han really went all out making a neurodivergent little magical girl and we should all be greatful

[wlwarhammer]

[kingkatsuki]

Do your blorbos ever look at each other inside your blorbo mansion and wonder “what the fuck is that guy doing here?”

[gcballet]

Doctor Who as tweets/textposts pt.6

<- | DW | ->

[palamedeez-nuts]

god bless ppl reading htn/ntn for the first time lamenting "I only understand like half of what's going on." the literal viewpoint characters understand maybe 10% of what's going on at any given time, you're doing fine sweetie

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

tbh I think Calypso views herself as Odysseus's rest and reward. like, she's the comfort in a hurt/comfort fic. she's the therapy saga. and honestly, a lot of her actions make sense when you look at it like that.

Odysseus is traumatised and scared and hurting. and she understands that. she's so understanding that she doesn't take it personally when he yells or screams or begs -- trauma makes it hard to regulate emotions, after all. he'll calm down in a little bit.

she's so understanding that she's not even hurt when he rejects her advances. he's been alone for so long that he's scared of intimacy now. but she doesn't let that discourage her. he'll get used to the idea eventually.

she's so understanding that she doesn't give up on him, even when he talks and talks and talks about his wife and son. obviously he wants to go back to them, but what he wants isn't what's good for him. that's fine, he doesn't need to know what's good for him yet. that's what she's for.

she's so understanding that she doesn't even let it upset her too much when Ody stands too close to the edge and stares out at sea below like its calling to him. it's okay. she can catch him if he falls.

sure, they're relationship isn't what she's dreamed about for centuries -- real relationships never are that perfect. her Ody has a lot of healing to do. and she'll make sure she's with him through it all.

[ruubesz-draws]

qiw

Who's that Pokemo- I mean kaiju???

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daenys the Dreamer, the woman who foresaw the Doom of Valyria

When Daenys was still a maiden she had a powerful prophetic dream, showing the destruction of Valyria by fire.

[kindaasrikal]

Whose to say the ninja would actually recognise a living, breathing Morro when they only knew him green, see through, and dead.

I highly doubt the whole green and see through thing made it easy to see all his facial features when you can also see a chair through him.

So i personally find it likely that Morro could just wear a baseball cap to hide the green streak, maybe some makeup if he still has his under eye markings or a green glowing scar like Cole’s, and just walk freely around Ninjago.

Like maybe Wu might recognise him, that was his first student after all and technically his kid, but the last time he saw a living Morro was decades ago and when he was ten, so.

But Morro might still get away with it seeing as Wu doesn’t seem like the type to be around Ninjago city often, so all he really has to deal with is the ninja and their friends.

He actively avoids Chen’s noodle house unless he’s feeling self destructive enough, he has to hide from Jay and Lloyd at the comic book store in the isle right next to theirs, he actually does frequent Dareth’s restaurant until he almost bumps straight into Nya, he goes no where near that large tower in the middle of the city (Borg tower) and instead frequents the library where he comes face to face with Zane, and when he runs off barely making it by he almost runs head first into Cole who just picked up some cake and was now meeting up with Zane.

If this was a fanfic, Cole and Zane would end up talking to a very reluctant Morro, somehow forcefully convince him for his number from a phone he magically got, and would be stuck with two ninja trying to interact with this guy name ‘roe’

[valtsv]

Please in no way shape or form feel obligated to answer this but since I so rarely hear about MEDICAL abuse as opposed to, ya know, the more traditional verbal/physical type (tho I think that they often go hand-in-hand) and I want to compare experiences. Was your mom "always" alternative for EVERYONE or did she make exceptions for herself? For example my mom never got me vaccinated and, like yours, withheld all sorts of medication under the guise of "protecting" me but when she got diagnosed with a chronic illness she started taking whatever the doctors gave her under excuses of her pain being "unbearable" or HER doctor not being a quack like the others, etc. Honestly it's been 4 years since I've had any contact with my mom but what makes me the maddest looking back was her hypocrisy.

my mom is on the opposite end of the spectrum in that regard. she categorically refuses to participate in any medical treatment that conflicts with her personal principles, and claimed she would kill herself if she was faced with no choice but to be vaccinated during covid (needless to say i haven't told her i'm fully vaxxed), and i believe her, because once when she had a fever so high her body seized up and she went into shock she refused to let us take her to hospital and told me she'd never forgive me if i dialled for a doctor. the whole experience needless to say didn't make me trust her opinion more, and i'm aware of how ableist and dangerous her "if your body isn't strong enough to deal with its health issues naturally it's because you're doing something wrong" stance is. i'm really sorry your mom is such a hypocrite though, that's hellishly infuriating.

[stealingpotatoes]

Your recent "The other tell Cal about Vader" ask made me come to a funny conclusion. Half the Jedi (of the last 4) have been physically scarred by Vader while the other half have been emotionally scarred

i was gonna agree with you but i think that venn diagram would look more like:

[peanutseagle]

Could u plz draw part 2 of Damian asking Anya 's hand from Loid ?

Your wish is my command, anon 🥖

(part one)

[jayktoralldaylong]

You know who they did the dirtiest in Arcane? Apart from Vander that is.

The answer is Mel. My baby girl lost her two boyfriends and I'm tired of pretending like I'm okay about it.

She gave everything to their dream.

"She wanted to use them." YES! At first! At first she thought they were a great investment. Then she came to love them with more sincerity and more care than many other relationships in the show. Sure some of the toxic things she'd learnt from her home tended to seep into the relationship, but she did everything she could to prune that away.

She loved them. She poured everything into their dream. Everything into helping Jayce get rid of Heimerdinger when he wanted to ban the research that could help Viktor, everything to help them both vote for peace and make the council decision unanimous. Everything to get back to them, after getting kidnapped! 🥺 After going through every version of hell, she immediately gravitated to where she would find them, 😭 find the only loves that had ever accepted her without necessarily demanding anything in return.

And Riot just took that away. And I'm tired of acting like I'm okay with it.

I'm tired of everyone saying Mel deserves better than Jayce and Viktor, tired of people shipping her with people she's never met (especially when the aim is just to give her someone who is not Jayce or Viktor), I'm tired of the strong independent black woman stereotype following Mel around when it's the LAST thing that she wants when she only just learnt to be soft with Jayce and open with her heart once again. I am tired of people calling her a manipulator as if her character arc ended there, as if she did not unlearn toxic love and traded it for the gentle bond she then had with her two favourite scientists.

I'm tired of people not acknowledging that she had to leave Piltover, not just because the Medarda family needed her, but also because her boys were gone. The family she had finally made for herself, the family she was willing to abandon her family name for. They're gone and I don't think Riot will ever be kind enough to give them back to her.

Everyone else, even Ekko sort of has a family to fall back to. Mel has successfully lost everyone. The fact that Lest is the closest person to Mel left says way too much about how awful this whole situation is.

And I am TIRED, I am so sick and TIRED, of people acting like she did not love Jayce and Viktor. I am so sick and tired of people acting like Jayce did not love her. It probably hurt him too to leave her behind.

The tragedy of them is that Jayce knew Mel still had the chance to refind her feet, but Viktor had only ever had Jayce, and Jayce would NEVER leave Viktor alone. And it hurts that Mel probably wished she could have gone with them, because now she has to start everything from scratch and barely anyone in the fandom acknowledges that side of her pain and I HATE IT!

(Jayce might have been created for Viktor in League Lore, but Mel was created for Jayce. 🥺😭 Mel was created to love Jayce and they took her baby away.) #HappyHare(Mel)WhereHaveYouBuriedAllYourChildren?TellMeSoISay😭