#g-rated

The Last Unicorn really created one of the most terrifying monsters in animation and said it was rate G.

Hello! Day 1 prompt here!

Behold!! The first fic in our collection and it’s an absolute treat!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tony Tony Chopper & Trafalgar D. Water Law Characters: Tony Tony Chopper, Trafalgar D. Water Law Additional Tags: Bonding, Fluff, very slight angst but it's supposed to be a happy fic i promise, doctor pals, just let them be friends Summary:

What was meant as a lighthearted tease brought Law head-on with Chopper's concerns over his growth as a doctor. Well... it wouldn't do for someone so young to lose confidence in their skills; especially not someone as intelligent as the Straw Hat doctor.

One tear fell from his eye as he gave one last look at the McCall’, as he walked away. Animals were treated better than him.

 He climbed on his blue jeep; he was disappointed with Scott.

 Stiles did not notice Derek sitting next to him looking at him with such pity or was it compassion?

 “Where are you going?”

 “Away. It’s not like we have a special bond or something.” Stiles replied.

 “I thought that we do some catching up. If you want to.” Derek told him and winked at him.

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“You’re wrong.” Arthur states defiantly, but it seems as if there's pleading in there as well. He stares at the clumsy, lanky servant he'd known for about ten years.

Not him. Not Merlin. "You’re wrong." He repeats, sounding pained, slowly losing hope in, well, everything. Because if he didn't have Merlin, then who did he have? Morgana betrayed him. Uther was dead. His council was rubbish. Yes, he had the knights and Gaius and Gwen but they weren't the scruffy neckerchief wearing manservant in front of him. It wasn't the same. And it would never be.

"I'm not. I'm sorry."

Arthur can hear the tremble in his voice.

"I have magic, Arthur."

The blond flinches. The first two times he hadn't really believed it. Not really. The third? Well, he did now.

"Why are you telling me this now?" His voice nearly cracks and he averts his gaze to the fireplace, unable to look at the raven anymore. The fireplace, it turns out was not a good place to stare at. The flickering golden flames simply reminded him of Merlin's eyes when he used magic, as if they were made of pure and precious starlight, the farthest thing from evil he could imagine.

"Because you saw me? Use magic?" Merlin replies hesitantly, resisting the urge to pace around the royal chambers.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry." The raven utters quietly, staring at the floor. He doesn't notice that Arthur's turned back to him, observing him, fathoming him.

Merlin finally meets his King's gaze. It's not cold, per se, but it's full of hurt and betrayal and I-thought-I-knew-you's and a small amount of anger that seems to bubble under the surface. Merlin hopes it doesn't overflow. In fact he expected it to overflow already. To be shouted at and to be dismissed. He hadn't expected silence. It was worse than loud anger, the warlock concluded.

"If you hadn't messed up in the confrontation with the bandits would you have ever told me?" The king asks, calm. But it hurts. It hurts to not have his trust. Yes the magic ban hadn't been lifted yet. But did Merlin really think he was capable of making his pyre, of burning him, beheading him, hurting him?

It hurt him to his core.

The warlock was silent. "I don't know."

A silence falls amongst them and it stays there for several minutes. The tension in the air was so thick that it would take the strongest knife in the kingdom to cut. Arthur sighs, placing his head into his hands.

"Why?"

"Why what?" His servant looks back at him questioningly.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Arthur finally snaps, slamming his fist on the table. He closes his eyes, trying to regain a sense of calm. Guilt is painted on his face as he takes in Merlin's jumpy and skittish stature, the light trembles in his hands, his faster breathing and large eyes. He's scared of him. He's scared of Arthur.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I didn't... I mean I don't-" the blond scrambles for words, trying to placate the raven.

Merlin says nothing. He's only awaiting his fate after all.

"Please- Just- Do you really believe that- that I would have hurt you? If I had known."

"I… don't know." Came the warlock's answer.

It looks like Arthur had found the answer to his question. It crushed him.

Taking the King's silence as a dismissal Merlin slowly started advancing towards the door, pale and jittery. The blond put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Please. Stay."

The raven's eyes grew larger and he gulped, trembling softly.

"Just... just to talk. That's all. I just want to talk." Arthur reassures, looking into fearful blue eyes.

"You won't chop my head off?"

"No."

"Or burn me?"

"No."

"Or arrest me on the accounts of sorcery and magic to eventually be sentenced to death?"

"No."

"O-okay. Okay." Merlin lets out a shaky breath before closing the door and retreating back into the chamber.

Arthur holds his hand out as a comforting gesture. Merlin hesitates, looking at him nervously, eyes flickering around the room and back to the King constantly. He gingerly places his hand in Arthur's, giving him the smallest of smiles, but the blond still counts it as one.

Arthur softly leads him over to the fireplace, before realizing how absolutely terrible that idea is. Instead they sit on the edge of his bed. Arthur doesn't let go of his hand.

They begin to speak in hushed tones, with Arthur trying to be patient and gentle as possible.

Looking through a crack in the door of the royal chambers are Leon and Gwen, peering in on the two of them. "Do you think they'll be alright now?" Gwen whispers, looking through the crack before turning to Leon.

"I would think so."

The two of them suddenly dart to the ground as both warlock and king stare at the doors.

Your Fave Is Catholic: Leopard Man of Skye (real name: Tom Leppard)

Known for: English born soldier who served in the English Navy for 28 years before deciding to live his life on the Isle of Skye as a hermit, he is best known for breaking the Guinness World Record for having the most tattoos of anybody, until later on being given the Guiness World Record for senior citizen with the most tattoos. This record was given to him because his entire body was covered in tattoos that resembled the spots of a leopard, hence his famous nickname.

Evidence of Faith: According to his obituary in the Telegraph, it explains that many people often thought Leopard Man was Satanic, but he was very quick to deny these assumptions. In actually, he was Catholic, & his obituary mentions that he prayed for three hours a day.

Note: Some of you are probably asking “Hey Mods, why the heck are there pictures of actual leopards in the photoset?” Well, there actually is a valid reason for this, so allow me to explain. See, when I made the original post & put it in the queue, Tumblr immediately flagged it, my guess being that every picture of Leopard Man on the web has him shirtless & Tumblr really really REALLY hates nipples these days. So, this is a more Tumblr friendly G-rated version of the original post. I apologize for all this, but I hope you enjoy the post with the large spotted jungle cats anyway! If you are curious, here is a picture of what Leopard Man of Skye actually looked like.

Grantaire is trying to relax and unwind from a stressful week when he gets a call from an unknown number.

Warnings: alcohol mention (no abuse), cigarette mention (??? Does this warrant a TW??), descriptions of unintentionally not eating for extended periods of time, language

This was fun to write but, sadly, just another drabble to get me out of a writing rut. Inspired by this comic!