someone could have asked this previously but do you have any hcs or ideas for lgbt ships? I am a grayke lover like you and would love to know!!
Well, I've done some Grayke Headcanons before, and you can find those at [this post.] But lemme see if I can think up some more!
Canajane: Cana confesses first, but it takes a good long while because no one ever really knows what Cana is thinking. (does she date men as often as she says? does she like men? women? who knows? she seems pretty open to anything, but no one's ever SEEN her actually out on the dating scene all that much.) She finally confesses when she gets tired of hearing people spread rumors about Laxus and Mirajane, and is very happy when Mirajane admits she's not even attracted to men. (A fact Laxus already knew, but kept secret as it wasn't his to tell.)
Fraxus: Freed takes the lead a lot more often than one might think. It comes naturally to him after leading The Raijinshuu for so long and Laxus is happy being able to trust Freed enough to just let it happen. But their business is their business, so it doesn't get shared often.
Lisanna: Ever the chaotic asexual who likes to tease and join in on pranks, has turned down more offers for dates than she can count because she really doesn't want anything physical with people and they always have to make it about that why... (I may be projecting a little here, but shh.) May also be Aromantic, but the jury is still out on that. (Even Lisanna doesn't know. If anyone asks she's just gonna shrug.)
Eflman: Trans. What's manlier than a selfmade man. (as said by @phoenix-before-the-flame) He knew what he was since he was very young, and while it scared and confused him to bring it up at first, the way both sisters immediately called him by his chosen name and pronouns filled him with so much joy. (No wonder he immediately wanted to learn take over so Mirajane didn't have to be alone. He wanted to do for her what she'd done for him.) No one remembers who Elfman "used" to be anymore and he couldn't be happier. (and when Evergreen eventually found out, she stopped harping on him about his "be a man" speeches as much and would often say it to him instead, just to watch his face light up. But shh, don't tell anyone.)
Natsu: DemiRomantic and DemiSexual. This gremlin is the Demi of all Demis. Romance? Don't think about it until he's already neck deep in feels for someone and by then it's just confusing and overwhelming so time to pretend that's not there. Sexuality? Can he eat that? (In a non sex way thank you very much.) Sure, the jokes and the fantasies come out the more he ends up liking someone, but he'd much rather a good ole brawl over the horizontal tango any day. (That and who dances horizontally? That's weird. What? What do you mean that's not what that means? Crap.)
Hisui and Yukino: They're shy babs who don't know what to do with their feelings or where to even begin expressing them. Especially since they don't see each other often, but Hisui certainly has felt things for Yukino since she first laid eyes on her and it sometimes leaves her feeling restless and annoyed that she's stuck in Crocus Castle all the time. (Being a Princess is full of too many duties to be running about on dates, after all.) Yukino is more oblivious and while she thinks Hisui is gorgeous and a wonderful leader, she doesn't understand why the Princess Blushes so much when they're around each other.
Stingue: He has moments of gay panic around Rogue more than one might think. He can't help it. The soft smiles Rogue gives just makes his heart stutter and he forgets how words work half the time. Please don't tell Rogue, the shadow slayer would NEVER let him live it down.
Frosch: No ship but.. they're enby. It's canon. No one can convince me otherwise.
I'm sure I can think up some more, but I don't wanna make this post too long. I may write more later. Thanks for asking, @newgeht !
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It's a small world
A fic about various things I wanted to write about instead of rambling about them; focuses on Manta and Hannah. The whole thing is under the cut.
Manta didn’t expect his and Hannah’s connection to fizzle out the way it did.
Not that he was expecting anything specific; She wasn’t someone he would really consider a friend. At the same time, though, he couldn’t deny that they weren’t exactly strangers, either. They hung out sometimes, she tried to help him during his illegal race against Corto, and they bonded over how great they thought Teach tech was – something that left a bitter taste in his mouth now.
He would have expected some kind of a lukewarm goodbye, or an awkward wave as they stepped onto the boats meant to take them to their homes. But as the boat steering towards the Solar Sea took off, there was no exchange between them - in fact, he wasn’t even anywhere nearby, instead preparing for his and Shino’s attempt at getting a better life for themselves.
He did think then if he should have approached her outburst the day before the way he did. Back then, he didn’t see it as anything more than a show of weakness; she wouldn’t have lasted a day in what he had to live through on Polaris. Why should she get sympathy for being a double-crosser? For only feeling bad now that it was too late anyway, now that Gavinda’s plan was in full swing?
But it wasn’t too late. Not to her and the Tikis, anyway. And she did her part in fighting against Teach…
Unlike him, at first.
No, Hannah wasn’t weak. After everything, Manta could tell that much.
Maybe he shouldn’t have underestimated how cruel Teach could have been to her. Maybe that shouldn’t have been his last words to her.
“Oh well. Too bad”, he thought, going back to packing his stuff. What’s done is done.
He hasn’t really thought about this, or anything related to the Mirages, for the next few months. He had more important things on his mind - building a new life from scratch with Shino (and Debbie) on an entirely new island was challenging enough to take away any time he could have had for reminiscing about his old acquaintances from the Whale Cup.
They weren’t on his mind these few months later, as he was walking through one of the lesser known alleys of Tortuga to his boat, either - at least not until he saw a familiar looking silhouette walking through one of the streets he’d usually pass.
“Hannah?” He called out instinctively, more out of surprise than anything else.
“Oh– hi, Manta.” She replied, turning around to face him. “Been a while, huh?”
“Yeah, but– What are you doing here?”
“On Tortuga? I came for the Rotor Punch, obviously.” She shrugged. “But, I wanted to see how you’re doing with my own two eyes while I’m here, too.”
“You heard of me?” He asked, squinting his eyes.
“Duh. It’d be harder to not hear of the famous White Tiger, honestly.” She said, leaning on the wall next to her. “You’re taking Aquagram by storm– You know that, right?”
He shrugged and made an indecipherable hum. Debbie did tell him that he was getting more popular day by day, but he never really got interested in how popular he was outside of Tortuga, exactly. His winning streak mattered to him more than whatever she was doing over on her hologlove.
“Wait, but– Rotor Punch? You’re competing?”
“What, you think I can’t handle it?”
“It’s just– I didn’t know if you’d still be racing after… Everything.”
Hannah frowned for a short second, but quickly smirked instead.
“It takes more than that to make me quit, you know. I managed to get into Solar Empire’s drone guard.”
She crossed her arms, still leaning on the wall.
“So, I’m the one representing the Empire this year.”
“Oh, wow. You got yourself a solid position, huh?” He said, walking over and sitting down on the stairs next to her. “How’d you even do that?”
“Eh, turns out getting to the finals of the Whale Cup was good enough of an achievement to sign up. Only had to climb a few ranks after that.”
“Pshf, sounds easy.” He teased. She only hummed in response.
“What about Adam? Is he participating with you?”
A slight grimace showed up on Hannah’s face. Manta wasn’t sure how to decipher what emotion it was supposed to show.
“...No, he’s not. He hasn’t reached out to me after Teach’s defeat.”
“Oh.” Manta said. “...Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Hannah sighed, sitting next to him on the stairs.
“...I haven’t tried to reach him, either. At first I thought I should, since Teach manipulated him, too, but… He was always more invested in her plans than I was. It seems like we both picked our sides.”
“...I see.”
“Yeah.”
A moment of silence fell upon them.
“And you’re…not worried?”
Hannah glared at him for a few seconds before deciding on an answer.
“I… don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it all.” She stated, resting her chin on her hand.
“Teach was cruel to him, too. She’s not going to suddenly do a 180. But, if that was his choice, then–”
She suddenly waved with the same hand in the air, leaning back.
“--so be it! I’m not going to chase after someone who made up their mind!”
She let out something between a groan and a sigh, hiding her face with her hands for a moment.
“...What’s it to you, anyway? I didn’t take you for the type to talk about this kinda stuff.”
Manta shrugged, looking somewhere else.
“You were the one who said it’s been a while.”
“Heh– yeah, that’s true.” She chuckled. “I guess it did a number on you.”
“Hmm.”
They sat for a moment in silence before Hannah stood up from the stairs.
“...Well, I should go. I take it you’re taking part in the Rotor Punch too, right?”
“Of course. Who do you take me for?”
“Yeah, thought so.” She smirked again, turning back to go about her way.
“I’ll see you around, then. Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.”
“Psh, as if I’d need that. But yeah. See you around.” He replied, also getting up from the sidewalk.
As he got back to walking to his boat, he felt a sense of a relief he didn’t expect.
Turns out, he was sorta glad to see her again.
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It’s time for another projecty headcannon fic lol. This one feels kinda canon? And that’s good enough for me. Trigger warnings are in the tags.
“Well, if it isn't my favourite detective.”
“Fuck off, Gavin.”
“Hey, that's a little mean. I was only going to ask you for-”
“No. Okay? Whatever it is, I can't do it for you, I'm up to my eyes in work as it is. I've got piles of paperwork, I'm investigating three different crime scenes, I have to prepare my testimonies on each of them, and I have to find time to order more fingerprinting powder because I'm almost out. So no, I don't have time for your 'only' this, I'm too busy with every-”
The room spins. My vision blurs a little, but I try to focus on one spot.
“Fraulein? Something the matter?”
His voice sounds distant and foggy. I go to reply, but I can't. All of my energy is focused on keeping myself upright.
Not here. Not now.
“Ema. What's wrong, are you okay?”
“I'm fine.”
My head is throbbing. I feel Klavier take my arm and lead me somewhere. I'm too weak to resist.
“Sit down, just get your breath back.”
I lie my head back against the wall and close my eyes. I feel marginally better.
“Should I get help? An ambulance?”
“No.”
“But this could be serious, I don't…”
He's freaking out. He doesn't want me to realise, but he is. It's making me feel dizzier. No matter how many times I've been through this, it doesn't get any easier or any less scary, and him panicking isn't making it any better. I barely have the strength to explain it to him, but I try.
“VS,” I manage to get out.
“Huh?”
“I have VS. Look it up.”
He hesitates. “I'm going to get Herr Edgeworth.”
He leaves, and a moment later I hear him come back. I open my eyes a little bit and see the red blur of Mr Edgeworth's suit. I close my eyes again.
“Ema, did you have another fainting spell?”
I nod.
“Did you injure yourself?”
I shake my head a little bit, trying not to worsen my headache.
“She didn't actually faint, Herr Edgeworth, she looked like she was going to, so I sat her down.”
“That was good thinking, Klavier. Ema, do you want me to call someone or do you just want to sit here for a few minutes?”
“I'll sit.”
I think about all of the work I have to get back to after this. I'm just wasting time.
“Alright. Klavier, can you stay with her? I have to get back to work. Just don't stand her up too quickly, and if she stops breathing, then you need to get help. Otherwise she should recover on her own and not need any medical attention.”
Klavier looks bewildered. “Is this…a normal thing?”
“Legally, I'm not allowed to disclose anything about my employees' health, you know that.”
“Right, but-”
“She'll be fine, Klavier. Ema, do you need anything?”
I shake my head. And he leaves. Klavier stays, but still seems uncomfortable.
“Does this happen to you a lot?” he asks.
“Sometimes. Not for a while.”
He gets down on the floor across from me.
“Ema. I know you hate me. But I'm worried about you.”
“I know. I can tell.”
“Can you please tell me what's going on.”
I sigh. “Vasovagal Syncope or 'VS' is when a person's blood pressure drops due to overheating, emotional stress or standing for a long period of time. It results in dizziness, tunnel vision and loss of consciousness. It's not dangerous to the patient unless said patient is over 60, in which case the fall may cause harm.”
He blinks at me, clearly taken aback.
“It's not serious, Gavin, my body's just overreacting cos I've been stressed out lately.”
“Sorry I added to your stress.”
“Eh, it's what you do.”
“Have you always had it?”
“Well anyone can experience it, but some are more prone to it. I guess I got lucky. It's also genetic.”
“You seem to know a lot about it.”
“It's better to be informed. Otherwise you're just on the floor and you don't know why. I was ten the first time I fainted. I didn't know what was going on, I thought I was dying.”
“That must've been scary.”
I can't remember what caused it. I just remember waking up on the floor of my maths classroom with my ears ringing and everyone staring at me. They kept trying to talk to me but I just felt so sleepy. I didn't know how I got on the floor. I felt like I was in a weird dream or something, begging to just be back to normal, learning about boring equations. They called Lana and told her that I should be careful from now on and learn to manage my triggers. So since then I've tried my best.
“These days it's just annoying. I used to tell people I was clumsy and would slip on the floors so that if they ever saw me on the ground they wouldn't freak out. I didn't want attention and I didn't want to be treated weirdly, so I just stopped telling people.”
“At least Herr Edgeworth knows.”
“My sister told him. She used to be his boss, so I've known him since I was a kid. But I wasn't going to tell you. And you can't tell anyone else, okay? Or your life won't be worth living.”
“Are you sure that's wise, Fraulein?”
“I mean it, Gavin, don't fucking test me.”
“Alright! I'm sorry. I get it.”
“You don't. You really don't. Don't act like you know what this is like. I have to deal with hostage situations, domestic abuse, child murder. I've seen too many dead bodies to count, but I faint over a bit of fucking paperwork?”
“Ema-”
“I didn't choose this path, I'm not cut out for this. But they need me, so I just have to get on with it. I'm wasting my time talking to you right now when I should be working. Just leave me alone.”
I stand up.
And wake up on the ground.
If a person experiencing VS faints or comes close to fainting, they must wait fifteen minutes before getting up again. Recovery can't be rushed.
My ears are ringing. My head really fucking hurts. I can sense Klavier over me, but I don't want to open my eyes and look at him. I don't want to hear him tell me he told me so.
“Can you hear me?” he asks.
I nod.
“Okay. That's good. Should I get Herr Edgeworth?”
“I don't know.”
I start crying.
One of the side effects of VS is emotional distress. Not because it damages your limbic system, but because the feeling of losing control and awareness of your body, even for a second, really fucks with you.
Klavier starts stroking my arm. Usually I'd shove him off and tell him not to fucking touch me, but I don't have any energy. It's kind of comforting, though I don't want to admit that.
“You're gonna be alright, Ema.”
“My head hurts.”
“You hit it pretty hard. Is that normal?”
“Yeah.”
He very gently turns my head up, then lowers it back down again.
“Okay, you're not bleeding.”
I'm shaking, still pathetically snivelling to myself. I don't know how I'm going to live this down. I can't let this get out. If the higher ups learn that I have a fainting problem, they're going to question if I can really do my job. They're going to make me wear something that documents my VS, making people be extra gentle around me all the time. I can't live like that. I'm not this problem.
“I can do my job, Gavin.”
“Well right now, I think it's safer if you stay on the ground.”
“I can do my job. I can't let this stop me. I can't let anyone find out. Please.”
“I won't tell anyone. You can trust me.”
I don't want to have to trust him. I don't like him. And I don't like that he's actually being nice for once. If he can take this seriously, why can't he take everything else seriously?
“Are you sure it's just work you're stressed about?” he asks me.
“You're not my therapist.”
He chuckles. “No. But I do care, even if you don't want me to. You should tell Herr Edgeworth that it's too much. I'm sure he'd understand.”
“I can't. I can't let him know that I'm not good enough.”
“You are good enough. I've seen you work, you're smart, and you don't give up easily. Clearly, because you're still fighting.”
“I don't want to be a detective, Gavin.”
“Huh?”
“I don't want this. Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted to be a forensic investigator. This was just to help me get there. But I failed the exam.” I cry harder. “I don't even know why I'm still in this job. I failed.”
“Is that what you're so stressed about?”
“I don't know.”
Crying is making my headache worse, my head feels like it's splitting open.
“You could always try again. There's no law against that. If you study hard, focus on what you think you screwed up last time, try not to drive yourself crazy, you might just get in.”
“You really think so?”
“If this is what you want. I know I can't stop you from getting whatever it is you want, why should anyone or anything else?”
I sniffle.
“Well it's worth thinking about, anyway. Are you ready to get up yet?”
I shake my head. I'm not risking passing out again, even if I don't want to stay here.
“Okay. Take your time.”
“You can leave if you want to. I know you're probably busy.”
“Nonsense, I wouldn't leave you like this. Not until you're upright, at least. Besides, Herr Edgeworth told me to watch you.”
“You wouldn't want to get in trouble with the boss.”
“And I wouldn't want to risk one of my friends getting hurt.”
“We're friends?”
“Sure. Aren't we?”
Usually I have no problem telling him exactly what I'm thinking. Why do I suddenly feel bad? Am I too harsh on him? Does he not know what my problem with him is?
“What if I sing to you?” he says. “Would that make you feel better?”
“Do you want to be the next one to slam your forehead into the ground?”
He laughs. “You're worse than any of the critics. You've always been forthcoming with how you feel, it's something I respect about you.”
“Well what do you expect? Me to be some kind of weird suck up because you're a pretty pop star?”
“You'd be surprised how much I get that.”
“Oh poor you.”
I think about it for a moment. I guess it would be kind of grating if no one ever took you seriously. But Gavin chooses to act this way.
Well he's not acting like that now.
“How long's it been?”
“Since you fainted or since you started to feel faint?”
“Fainted.”
“Fifteen minutes. Give or take.”
I try to sit up. The world is still spinning, but I can stay seated upright for a bit. I expect Gavin to leave, but he stays.
“Are you sure you're going to be okay? Maybe you should take the rest of today off.”
“Fuck that.”
“I’m sure Herr Edgeworth would understand.”
“No, I…I don’t need all that time to recover. I don’t want to waste the rest of today. And I don’t want to be treated like I’m not capable.”
“You are capable.”
“Then let me prove it.”
I shakily get to my feet. Gavin has his hands out like he’s ready to catch me if I fall, but he doesn’t touch me.
“I’m okay. I mean it. I’m fine.”
“Alright. Well if you need me, I’m around. I’ll try not to bother you with any more work tasks.”
He turns to leave.
“Gavin? Thanks. You're…you’re not always so bad, y’know.”
He grins.
“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it go to your head.”
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