writing everything he said took a while

Literati Headcanon Scene

Scene: Jess had just finished reading the part of Rory’s novel that was about him…


Jess set the last piece of paper down and tried to swallow but his throat was dry. Without answering, he pushed away from the table and went to the fridge. “Want a drink? Beer or water?” he asked, turning his back on Rory while he gathered his thoughts.

“Water please.”

He grabbed a bottle of water and a beer and took them over to the table, setting the former in front of her. Then he opened his beer and sat down.

“You’re being eerily quiet,” Rory said with a nervous catch in her voice. “If I were a cartoon character, I’d be chewing on my nails right about now.”

Jess stared at his drink, his mind still racing with everything he’d just read. The writing itself was technically perfect—this was Rory after all—but it was what she’d revealed that had him so troubled. “I’m… processing.”

“If it’s too personal, I’ll change it,” Rory said. “Or if you want, I can omit—”

“No,” he said, his head snapping up. He blew out a breath, trying to remain calm. “Don’t take me out of your story.”

She nodded. “I didn’t mean take you out entirely. I meant just omit the part about your parents.”

“Oh.” He wasn’t that insecure boy anymore; at least, he didn’t think so. Still, a part of him had been so sure she’d have no qualms about erasing him from the book and, in turn, from history.

She flashed him a sad sort of smile. “Jess, if I took you out, my story would be woefully incomplete.”

— “Time After Time” by June Gray (available on wattpad).
Charles Xavier- Let Me Heal You (Request)

Request: I had a oneshot request! I was wondering if you could write a Young Charles Xaxier oneshot where he recruits a new mutant and she has the power of healing, while he is helping her control her powers she suggests that maybe she can use them towards Charles and heal his spine? Could it be really fluffy and cute??? Please and thank you ❤️

Thank you so much, my friend, for waiting for me for so long to get this up. I’m so sorry it took me so long. I’ve had so many assignments on the go and as I sorta said before, my household got a bit of a shake up and so everything has been completely and utterly hectic. But writing is calming so Im glad I had a request to work on, thank you so much! Hopefully this is worth the wait…. Im not sure. But Happy Reading!


Charles’ latest recruiting spree had brought you to his academy. He’d been searching for new mutants, those affected most by the judgement that having powers caused. Maybe the humans were threatened. Many people become threatened when they see something better, or see what they perceive as better. Mutants weren’t better than humans, that kind of thinking could cause a war, but they were different. And if you were a person who didn’t have something that others had, you might get confused and start blaming them, thinking bad things towards them. It was ridiculous, but as a healer, you were quite empathetic towards others and how they felt. You walked down the stairs, quite nervous about today. You had an offer for Charles and you didn’t know how he would react. Charles saw you and smiled happily.
“Y/N! There you are! Ready for our lesson?” His smile was contagious as it immediately alleviated some of the butterflies in your stomach.
“Yeah… sure” You said quietly, offering your own small smile back.
You both walked to the training room. Well, you walked. Charles wheeled there. You looked down at his legs… wondering if this would help at all.
When you got there, you felt the knot in your stomach grow larger. Larger and larger and pull tighter and tighter. You took a breath in.
“Charles… I…” You started.
He turned towards you, concerned. He’d been about to set up today’s healing training… which looked incredibly boring, you had to admit. Textbooks on anatomy so you could study how your powers actually worked. Damn… text books. Ew. Last lesson you had taken a trip down to the infirmary and healed some kid’s broken arm and cured a couple of colds and what not. Text books… heck no. You shook your head to clear the distracting textbook-hate.
“Charles… I…. I uh…. I wanted to… Well, the thing is… You’ve been such a good help to me, and to everyone else. You took in everyone you could that needed it….” You paused, looking for the words. “I wanted to offer to use my powers on your legs, Charles. It might not work, but we could give it a go? I mean… imagine if it did! The possibilities! You wouldn’t have to look so sad every time you think no one’s watching….” You trailed off, eyes wide. You hadn’t meant to say that last bit… Definitely hadn’t meant to. Charles smiled lightly at you.
“It’s alright, Y/N, you don’t have to look so shocked at your own words. I have been sad lately, but I’m alright. Every day I get a little less upset.” He smiled quietly, his eyes conveying that he meant every word.
“But… Y/N…. I know it’s selfish of me, but if you could try to heal me… I mean… I never thought it was possible, and I don’t want to get my hopes up now but if it does work…..” Charles shook his head. You smiled though, feeling happy you could finally do something for the man who had helped you so much. You walked over to his chair and knelt at the side of him. You touched his knee and you felt your power drifting through, felt the tendrils of healing magic working their way through the bones in his legs, up to his spine, you felt the tendrils creeping their way slowly, working against gravity to head upstream to where the break was. You breathed in deeply and concentrated. You felt the bone knit slightly, minuscule-y.
“Ugh, come onnnnnnnn” you grunted under your breath and you concentrated harder, trying desperately to knit the bone more. It nudged slightly and knit a tiny bit more, so that the break wasn’t as bad as before, but it still wasn’t healed. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. You wanted this for Charles, because he was so important to you. The man who had made you feel so special, the man who had a heart of gold, the man who currently held your heart…. You pushed your power with all your might, pushed and pushed and pushed! But the bone only knit slightly more and you knew, you knew it would go no further. Still you tried, one last valiant push, but all it served to do was knock you back, expel you across the room. Your back hit the wall and you slid down until you were in a sitting position. That hurt, but not nearly as much as not being able to heal Charles. You buried your face in your hands as he wheeled over to you. He reached over and put his hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N… what’s wrong?” He asked gently.
“I…. uh…. I just wanted to help you so badly. Repay you for all the good you do for everyone, that you did for me… that you’re still doing for me, all these training sessions and what not….. I just…. You deserve much more than the hand you got dealt, Charles….” You whispered quietly. You looked up to Charles, tear-stained cheeks probably running with make up but that didn’t matter because Charles was smiling at you.
“No…. Y/N….. The hand I got dealt is much better than that, and I hadn’t even realised until now. I have somebody who cares about me and thinks as highly of me as you do…. Thats a pretty fantastic card to be holding, don’t you think?” You smiled at him, the tears stopping their flow.
“Yeah… that is a pretty good card.” You laughed and beamed up at Charles, his smile turning into one of immense happiness as you both realised there were more important things than walking around. Once you had both stopped laughing, there was a comfortable silence. One of peace and tranquility. After a short time though, Charles broke it.
“You did help though, you know. The bone knitting a little bit. I used to always have a little pain there but when I felt it knitting, the pain just sort of went. I don’t know how that works biologically. Maybe you’re like a painkiller or something too though…. All I know is I’m not in any pain now.” He looked thoughtful, but you grinned. You had helped a little at least. The silence continued for another two seconds before Charles broke it again.
“Back to training?” He asked.
You shrugged. “Sure.” You started standing up but before you could walk over to the bench with the boring textbooks, Charles grabbed your arm and yanked you down gently, but quickly, so that you were at face height with him.
“The back to training thing was a ruse to get you to stand up”. He said, and kissed you full on the mouth. Shocked, you took a moment before you kissed him back, but smiled into it once you realised what was happening. You could feel his warm smile also. When you broke away, Charles was grinning at you.
“What?” You asked.
“Nothing… just I’ll have to use that trick on you more often.“

headcanon-ish? more like a prompt

i want Murdoc to be fluent in music theory and 2D not to be omfg.

So like, when Murdoc taught himself bass as a kid, he wanted to be awesome at it, so he decided to teach himself music theory while he was at it, so he knows all the notes, all the dynamic markings, the tempos, all that shit.

2D, meanwhile, took it upon himself to try and learn music theory, but it was too complicated for his little head so he said fuck it and learned to play everything by ear. (This is based on my real life experience in band class, I barely know music theory for shit lmao)

So Murdoc and 2D are writing music together, and Murdoc asks him to play this specific group of notes in a mezzo forte dynamic at an andante tempo and poor Stuart has no clue what the fuck Murdoc just said. 

Trafalgar Law Week Day One (4/20) - Heart Pirates // Doflamingo Family

The Heart Pirates did everything they could for their captain when they could. Those mornings when they knew their captain had been up all night looking through medical texts, there was always a pot of coffee ready and waiting for the grumpy man upon his emergence from his room. And if he noticed that they took extra care to be more quiet in their complaints of the heat or while they worked away in the hull of the ship, he said nothing. It wasn’t long after the crew was formed that they all realized that they cared for their captain like he was family because, in a sense, he was family. The glue that bound their group together. Without him, they would not have met one another and would not have had the numerous adventures.

That’s why, when they separated from their captain for an undisclosed amount of time, the worry that clawed at all of their throats was not totally unexpected. Sure, there were reassurances from the now Shichibukai that everything would be fine, but the crew knew he was lying to them. So, to lay their worries to rest, Trafalgar Law placed a scrap of paper into the large white paws of his first mate and best friend.

“It’s a Vivre Card. I have one for you as well. Don’t follow it - that is an order.” So why give it to them, the crew wailed. Law only smiled, patting the apologizing Bepo on the head and turning his back to them for the last time. “So you can see when I die.”

The words stuck with the crew. Days, weeks, and months they sat around the scrap of paper, watching with anticipation for any kind of reaction. How did a Vivre Card work, only Jean Bart knew that one. Watch for burning edges, he would remind the crew while he did the maintenance that they were too busy to attend to. Burning edges mean that the person is dying. Of course, the large man did not expect the edges to burn - Trafalgar Law was a capable man and knew how to fight. Knew how to survive. He could tell just by looking at him.

And then the day came. The paper announcing the alliance with the Straw Hat Crew had arrived not too many days before. Jean Bart was in the kitchen making dinner when he heard the shouts, screams with the only word he could make out being ‘card’. It was all he needed to hear to move out from the kitchen and approach the table that they crew surrounded, leaning over their heads to take a look at the paper.

Small wisps of smoke curled up from the edges of the paper, thick and gray and choking one man who had gotten his face too close. “It’s nothing to worry about.” Jean Bart assured them, though he wasn’t sure himself if that was the truth. Smoke like that usually led to burnt edges sooner rather than later, and he wasn’t sure what was going on with his captain and that other crew. But he laid the worry to rest, because they needed to trust in their captain.

“It’s burning!” The shout came not too long after - the same day. Jean Bart rushed from the kitchen then, his own worry gripping at his stomach as his eyes laid on the paper. The edges were black - burnt, with larger wisps of smoke rising to the ceiling. The scrap of paper was significantly smaller than it had been, and was still shrinking. Penguin was already out of his seat and moving to the control room. “We’ll go find him.”

But he was met with resistance in the form of Bepo, standing in his way with his arms crossed over his chest. The man tried to push past the bear, but the latter stood firm. The other men moved to help - to push the first mate out of the way because why was he doing this? Didn’t he want to save their captain? He was only allowing him to die by standing in their way! They stopped, however, when they noted the tear tracks in his white fur trailing down his face, and it was only then that they recalled the last words their captain spoke before leaving - his last order given to them, which were reiterated by Bepo in that moment with a shaky voice.

“We were ordered to stay.” No one could look the bear in the eye. Heads hung low, shoulders were stiff, and there was a thick tension in the room that was only broken when Bepo spoke once again. “Captain’s orders.”

Curses filled the room as each man, though they wanted to go and save their captain - the man they looked up to; admired - they knew Bepo was right. If they went after their captain, he would only berate them for going against his orders. It would be an insult to go against his authority in that way, and they knew it.

So through the day, for hours upon hours, the crew sat in silence around the burning piece of paper, crossing their fingers and praying for the first time in a long time that their captain would make it back to them alive and okay.

“It was just, the most amazing experience i think all of us have had.  And every night you come back from kind of everything that we were doing and you just sit there and think about the people who are living there, they have to go to sleep feeling like that and then wake up and do it all over again. That whole thing, having to live like that, is crazy and shouldn’t happen anymore. So hopefully we can make a difference…. When you’re there and you’re in it (you get) the full scenery thing ,you know, you get the smells, you get eyes hurt from the smell, you’ve got the cough. You’re just there and you’re feeling it all. It’s a bit overwhelming and we had moments. I think that if you don’t cry, you’re a super human…You don’t expect to have connections with people and it’s crazy how quick you get connections with children who live there. You feel upset leaving them and saying goodbye to them, it’s crazy. ” -Harry (x/x/audio)