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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 year ago

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for the harsher skellis! what's their first moment of true vulnerability in front of their s/o like? who pushes them away and who can embrace it?

Underfell Sans - The first time you witnessed some monsters mocking his LV and threatening to make him shut up for good if he keeps playing the big boy, and Red actually deciding to shut up as they have really high LV and he's scared they might actually kill him and his S/O. S/O tries to reach to him after this, but Red simply shakes it off like it's nothing. He doesn't want to talk about it.

Underfell Papyrus - Well clearly the first time he disappeared for three days and came back with several big injuries as he got kidnapped by his rivals. He's going to snap at you first when you ask what happened, but there's a high chance he just breaks down if you keep pushing. He's so tired of all of this.

Horrortale Sans - You finding out about his past Underground, maybe because someone told you. When you ask him if it's true he ate humans, he simply shuts down, not wanting to look at you anymore. He's pretty sure you'll dump him and give up on him so why even try. He struggles a lot with talking about what happened.

Horrortale Papyrus - Same as his brother, the first time you discovered the truth and realized sweet gentle Willow did pretty horrible things in the past. Willow breaks down immediately, begging you to let him explain. He doesn't want to lose you, but he can't... He can't hide the truth anymore. He needs you to listen to him before taking any decision.

Horrorswap Sans - Probably him breaking down as he's watching himself in the mirror. If you surprise him, he will get defensive really fast and push you away. It's none of your business.

Horrorswap Papyrus - Well, one of the first big panic attacks probably, where poor Pumpkin can attack anyone by fear, even you or his brother. Once the attack passes though, there's a high chance he just clings to you and refuses to let go. He needs comfort :(

Horrorfell Sans - Calling him out for hiding food in his room or in random places. He can get really aggressive if you point it out because yeah, he still has deep troubles with food and he refuses to see someone to help him. He'll apologize, but later. He doesn't like it though.

Horrorfell Papyrus - The first time you caught him being so mad at people jogging in the park and trying to hide it because his stupid legs are paralyzed. If you talk, he's going to explode, but just putting a hand on his shoulder and saying nothing will soothe him enough to calm down.

Swapfell Sans - Well, clearly the first time you witness him doing something horrible for the Queen like executing a prisoner and struggling with all he has to keep a neutral face and not breaking down. Or Toriel straight up insulting him for nothing just because she's in a bad mood. Or Toriel calling him at 3 a.m. so he brings her something not caring about the fact he has a life too. If you talk to him about how Toriel is abusing him, you'll see the Captain's mask cracks up and there's a high chance poor Nox just breaks down completely in your arms. He's so tired. He wants it to stop. He hates his job so much, that it's harder and harder for him to shut up about this. He needs help so desperately.

Swapfell Papyrus - You asking if it's him who drank the beer in the fridge. You didn't expect him to suddenly get mad at you for no apparent reason and scream that his addictions are gone and that it's none of your business. You're quite speechless. When he realizes your question was genuine, he gets mad at himself because it's not your fault, you wouldn't know about this. And now he said too much so maybe it's time he tells you about how bad his addictions were Underground. He doesn't want to hide it anymore.

Fellswap Gold Sans - It's really rare to see him express anything really. And if you catch the glimpse of an emotion, he immediately stiffens and gets defensive about this. There's no first time of him being vulnerable because he's not staying in that state more than two seconds, really. He only breaks down when no one is home.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - The first time you witness him being bullied in the street by some monsters for being the General's brother, and Coffee simply accepting it. When you ask if he's ok, he hugs you tight and refuses to answer. He doesn't want to talk about that. The less you know, the better you're protected.

Mafiatale Sans - You didn't think the brothers were close until Creeper got shot and you had to take care of a very freaked out Demon. Poor guy is completely lost without his brother and he clings to his S/O for comfort because he's so so scared.

Mafiatale Papyrus - He usually kills people without blinking, but that one time a contract asked to kill a child and you saw Creeper hesitated, and then refused to do it. He refuses to talk about it with you. He can't do it, that's all. Deal with it.

Mafiafell Sans - The first time he returns home completely drunk and breaks down in your arms, saying how much he hates his job and that he hopes he'll die soon to not have to deal more with it. When he's clear again and you try to talk about this, he hesitates, then starts to explain to you how bad he feels about the mafia, or at least he tells you about the mafia if he didn't do it already. He can't hide it anymore, even though it makes the both of you targets.

Mafiafell Papyrus - The first time he fell a mission and you saw how much he's scared of Asgore. Torpedo has huge pressure on his shoulders as the adopted heir of the Mafia's leader, and any failure is severely punished. When you try to talk to him, he screams that he doesn't want Asgore to kill you for failing and to let him take care of this. That's the first time you realize being close to him might be more dangerous than you thought.

Error Sans - Probably asking him why he didn't erase your world if he hates all the AUs, and washing him crash and crash again as he suddenly has to face his feelings. He teleports out of here and goes to hide in the Antivoid to flee this talk.

Dustale Sans - The first time you found him staring at his scarf in silence. When you ask him what's wrong, he stares at you and leaves. He needs to be alone for a few moments.

Killer Sans - When you tell him that for someone who's not supposed to feel anything, he looks quite happy today. He immediately shuts down and gets defensive. Shut up, he's not Sans anymore. You don't know what you're talking about.

Disbelief Papyrus - The first time he woke up from a nightmare screaming his brother's name. He breaks down in your arms and hugs you tight, and he will talk about Sans all night long with you.

#underfell #horrortale #horrorswap #horrorfell #swapfell #fellswap gold #mafiatale #mafiafell #error sans #dustale sans #killer sans #disbelief papyrus #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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mychoombatheroomba · 2 months ago

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Someone to Carry You

Disavowed (Krauser x GN! Reader/Krauser x Leon) - Chapter 6

1998

Krauser visits you in the hospital and reckons with a world that will never be the same again.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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TW for hospitals, PTSD and vague suicidal ideation

February 12th, 1998

18:43

Washington DC

He’d seen something he shouldn’t have seen. That much was very plain to Krauser in the weeks following his return from Dorne Base. He’d seen what he shouldn’t have – what he and the government both wished he hadn’t.

The next week was full of questions and red tape. Above all, there was an order that he would speak not a word of what happened. Not him or any of his men. They’d pulled him from the mission he was supposed to run and kept him and the others grounded. It wasn’t the first time in his career he’d been told to keep quiet about something.

It wasn’t the first comrade’s funeral he’d had to attend, either.

Captain Simon Reynolds. Buried with honor. Krauser had stood there, in the same dress uniform he’d worn the last time he’d seen his friend alive. He’d watched as Simon’s wife held back tears during the three-volley salute. As his family tried to look strong. There were dozens of empty caskets lowered into the ground that day. Dozens of soldiers who would not go home to their families, their bodies kept for study and security. “Unrecoverable” was the official story. So Krauser had received dozens upon dozens of dog tags that should have gone home to mothers, fathers, siblings and children.

All but one, belonging to someone who wasn’t present at the funeral.

Someone who, from what he’d heard, had woken up the day after your Captain was laid to rest.

They wouldn’t let him see you - or let anyone see you, for that matter. Not based off what he was told. There were questions to answer first - questions that burned at the forefront of Krauser’s mind, too.

He’d seen his share of bodies, but nothing like what he’d seen that day. Nothing like the twisted parody of a man lying in the ruins of the base, claws and teeth sprouting from dead flesh. That image flashed through his mind often. Almost as much as the image of his friend lying in the snow, dead and gone.

That one always came with the memory of you, asking to be left behind. Asking Krauser to let you die.

It was hard to reconcile that memory with his first impression of you. That didn’t get any easier when, after a week, they finally cleared his request to visit.

A request he wasn’t even sure why he was making, if he was honest with himself.

He had visited plenty of soldiers in the hospital before. If any of his men were ever injured in the line of duty, the Major made damn sure that he was there for them. To let them know that their sacrifice was recognized and appreciated. Only, you weren’t one of his men. He’d only met you twice, and yet, here he was, standing outside the door to your hospital room.

The questions in his head were part of what led him there, he knew. He wanted to know what they were refusing to tell him, what had happened that could kill so many. What could possibly turn a human being into whatever it was he saw? He wanted to know who had set the charges that set the base on fire. He wanted to know who had executed the soldiers there and burned their bodies. He wanted to know why his friend had been torn apart by bullets, and why an empty gun had been at your side when he found you.

All of those burning curiosities . . . and when he opened the hospital room door, the sight before was a bucket of water dumped over them.

The last time he’d seen you, you quite literally had been on the verge of death. Now, weeks later, you didn’t look much better.

Bruises and bandages, and dark violet circles under your closed eyes. You slept so still in that moment after he opened the door, Jack wondered if perhaps he’d been lied to - that you’d died after all. Only the droning of machines told him otherwise.

You were a soldier. Getting hurt was always a risk, he knew that, and you had to have known too. Seeing you now, though, knowing only shrouded inferences of what you’d been through . . . it was enough to give him pause. Enough to shift his concern towards you, because you’d been so vibrant. So removed from the violence of this life.

And now that violence had marked you, irreversibly and irrevocably.

You hadn’t been at fault for whatever happened. If you had been, Krauser had no doubt that you would be locked away somewhere, away from everything and everyone. You weren’t the crux of his anger. You had lost someone, just as much as he had. More so, maybe. Reynolds had been a guiding ally for Krauser. He didn’t know who the Captain had been for you, really. He just knew the way Reynolds had looked at you that night, his eyes so full of pride.

You meant something to Simon Reynolds. You meant something to his friend. That was what made Jack step fully into the room, towards the chair by the window.

He only barely moved to sit before a sharp intake of breath stopped him dead in his tracks.

You’d tried to sit up, but it looked like pain stopped you. Your face contorted into an expression of agony, your eyes snapping wide open. One hand grasped at your belly, at the stitches and bandages hidden beneath your hospital gown. The other clutched at the space around you for something. Anything. A weapon. As if there’d be anything to defend yourself with amidst the shitty bed sheets and shittier pillows the hospital provided.

As if Krauser was a threat at all.

Still, he knew damn well that it wasn’t him you were afraid of. So, he held up his hands in surrender. “Easy, Sergeant.” He wasn’t used to making his voice sound soothing. That was an aspect of his nature that didn’t come easy. Still, he tried.

The dawning shock in your eyes made it hard to tell if it worked.

Your voice at the bar all those weeks ago had been confident. Magnetically so. Now, Jack almost didn't recognize the broken sound of it. “Major Krauser,” you spoke after a moment, like you didn’t really believe what you were seeing.

“Didn't mean to wake you,” the Major went on, a genuine apology in his tone.

Your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, no doubt all your wounds would allow. Panic turned into a wary curiosity. And once that took hold, Krauser saw something else behind your eyes. Something that seemed to do everything in its power to keep your words from fleeing you. Still, you managed to shake your head, however small the motion was. “You didn’t.”

Maybe you’d been a better liar before all of this. Right now, though, Krauser didn’t believe you for a second. Something to do with the way you averted your eyes - the way you kept glancing at him, like a wary and wounded animal.

Like you didn’t want to meet his gaze.

The Sergeant he’d met at that military ball, the one he’d wondered about for longer than he should have, was nowhere to be found now. But maybe you were in there, somewhere.

He was no good at comfort. Some soldiers were, but he certainly wasn’t one of them. Still, he owed it to the Captain to try. “Mind if I sit?” Krauser asked, gesturing to the chair he’d been headed towards.

You spared a half-glance at it, and even less of a nod for confirmation.

It was enough.

So, Krauser lowered himself into the old chair, the compression of the cushion the only noise to accompany the sound of the hospital machines. At least until the Major settled in enough to take you in. Then, after a moment: “What’s the prognosis?” His hand lifted, gesturing to the wound he knew lay hidden on your belly. The one he’d watched his medic reseal, after the mess of badly-cauterized flesh had ripped open.

It was a wound you didn’t look at when he called attention to it. Hell, you didn’t even look at him as you answered. “I’ll heal.”

“Fully?”

A single nod was your response. No words, because Jack knew damn well that as much as the flesh may heal, the rest would never be the same. Still, you were alive. You’d fought, just like he told you to and now here you were.

“Good. Wasn’t sure you were going to make it.” He’d seen lesser wounds kill more experienced men. Cold and steel and whatever else you’d faced, though, hadn’t been enough to kill you. He wasn’t sure how you’d survived it all, in truth.

You wouldn’t have, if not for him.

“You were there.” He wondered how much of the experience was still out of reach for you. If you remembered him carrying you vividly, the image made sharp from pain, or if you’d been so far gone it was little more than a dream to you. He supposed the latter was more likely. So, he nodded in an effort to bring clarity.

However much the memory pitted out his stomach.

“I was. They sent me and my team in when the base stopped checking in.”

“And you found me.”

You and so much that Krauser couldn’t outrun, these last few days. He’d had the fortune to seldom struggle with sleep, even after all he’d seen. Still, he’d been more restless than usual as of late.

He could only imagine what it was you saw when you closed your eyes. Perhaps that was why you didn’t sound happy that you had been found at all.

Leave me. You’d made that request of him, the words embedding in his memory. You’d wanted to die, and he hadn’t let you.

“Damn glad I did,” Jack nodded, watching you carefully, and speaking more carefully still.

“And why are you here now?” The question was borne out of fear, Krauser could hear it. Fear and guilt shrink-wrapped together.

The reason for that fear, he knew, was also the answer to your question. “Because Simon was my friend. And I want to know what happened to him.”

Horror. Pure and utter horror poisoned your expression.

That only made the pit in Krauser’s stomach deepen. He could retreat. He could insist that you didn’t need to tell him, to spare you reliving that memory. He could, but he wouldn’t. Instead, he waited for your answer, even as it tore at you.

“I can’t say. They told me not to talk about it.”

Krauser had expected as much. He’d known that the order to keep quiet would have extended to you too. “Tell me what you can, then.”

For days now, he’d waited. Wondered. Imagined every possible ending for his friend’s story - for the ending of an entire base full of good men and women. As you shook your head, then, he knew that you’d been reliving that end. Every second. Every moment since you woke up. He could hear it in your voice as, finally, your lips parted to deliver your answer.

“He saved me,” you said simply. “And . . . and I couldn’t save him.” Your lip trembled, your head shaking against the pillow that supported it. Your fingers picked at your nail beds. He saw blood beading there as you spoke again. “None of them. I couldn’t-”

Krauser watched you clench your jaw so tight he thought you might break your teeth, your eyes shining under the harsh hospital lights. You refused to let the tears fall, though, cutting them and your own words off. You were still fighting. Now, it just wasn’t against your injuries or the cold or death as it tried to claim you. You were fighting yourself, he could see it.

You’d failed to save someone who meant something to him. He should condemn you for that. Instead, Jack shook his head.

“You did what you could.” He said it as if he’d been there. As if he’d seen you give your all to save your Captain, because he knew that you had. In your voice and in your wounds, he knew it.

Even if it hadn’t been enough.

Just as his words weren’t enough, now.

All the poor comfort in the world wouldn’t change what you’d been through. What you’d survived. It made the next words you croaked out less than surprising. “You should have left me there.”

Less than surprising, but no less enraging.

“That’s not what he would have wanted, and you damn well know it.”

A flicker of pain crossed your face, but you didn’t protest. So, Krauser went on, bracing his scarred forearms on his knees.

“You mattered to him. I may not have seen much of him these last few years, but I could see that plain as day. So you don’t get to give up.” Because too many men and women lay dead for anything else. Too many families had buried empty caskets. You were the only survivor of something Krauser had never seen before. You were the only one who knew what it was that was out there, now. He wouldn’t let you waste away, or crumble inwards on yourself because he could feel the shifting of the world. He knew that whatever had twisted those corpses into monsters in Dorne Base wouldn’t just go away. He and his country needed to be ready. “You’re the only one who knows what we’re up against. The only one left who saw what happened-”

“I know-”

“You’re the best chance we have of bringing whoever did this down-”

“I know.”

“Then you have a duty to all of them, to everyone in that base to live.”

“I know!” you cried, baring your teeth in a grimace of pain.

It was as he already knew - comfort was not something he was good at. Each word was a battering ram to you, he could see it. You lay on the bed with your eyes squeezed shut, like you were trying to block out him and the rest of the world.

“I know.” Your words were weaker this time, broken by sobs. That sound brought about some regret in him, however small.

So he gave you a moment. Just a brief moment as your fists trembled against the hospital bed. Your nostrils flared as you took in shuddering breaths. They no doubt tugged at broken bones and sutured flesh, enough that tiny sounds of pain escaped you as you grieved. As you mourned in the only way you could, in that moment.

Which pain was worse for you, he wondered?

He’d caused it. At least in part. He’d pulled you from the snow, he’d kept you from death. He’d pushed you to look the aftermath in the face.

And he would keep pushing you.

“So you live,” Jack went on, still firm but as soft as he could manage. “For him. For the rest of them. You honor your Captain by holding on to your life and living it.”

It was another few moments, but slowly your breathing steadied. Your hands relaxed, your arms sinking into the bed at your sides. Your eyes remained closed, but you nodded.

Good.

“So what do you want to do with that life, Sergeant?” Krauser asked.

Maybe you’d say you wanted him to leave. Maybe you’d say you wanted a stiff bourbon, or to live the rest of your days in peace. Maybe you’d say you wanted it all to end. Krauser prepared himself for any of those answers.

You gave him another one altogether.

“I want to kill them.”

The Major looked at you with a pale brow raised, watching as you took a deep breath despite the pain it had to have caused. Or, maybe, because of it. He watched as you opened your eyes, red from crying, and stared up at the hospital ceiling like it had taken everything from you. But then, he doubted it was the ceiling that you were picturing in your mind’s eye.

“I want to find the people who did this, and I want to end them.”

There you were. Not the carefree soul who’d flirted with him at the bar, not the broken body he’d found in the snow.

A soldier. A fighter, just like he’d thought you would be.

“Then heal,” Krauser commanded, rising to his feet and moving forward. “Get your strength back.” He stopped at your bedside, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a little piece of metal, a name and serial number stamped into its face. It was twin to another tag - one that had remained with a body that Simon Reynolds’ family would never get to see. If they couldn’t have the tags because of a lie, as far as Krauser was concerned, there was only one person who deserved to hold the Captain’s memory. One person who would carry it and the debt that came with it. So, he placed the dog tag on the table by your bed, seeing a fresh wave of emotion wash over you as you read the name on it. “And when you’re ready, we’ll hunt these bastards down together.”

You looked up at him, those reddened eyes searching his. “Why would you help me? You barely know me.”

A fair question. One he answered with words he’d heard once, when he was younger. When he’d been bleeding and could barely stand, and one man had taken it upon himself to lift him up. “When you can’t run, you crawl. And when you can’t do that, you find someone to carry you.”

When your eyes widened, Jack knew you’d heard those words before. He didn’t have to ask who from.

“Good to know he was still spouting the same old lines after all these years,” Krauser mused with a bitter smile.

You said nothing in return, but you didn’t need to. The spark was lit. You would survive this, Jack was sure of it.

For the sake of his old friend, that was enough.

Whatever you became because of it . . . that was up to you.

“I’ll come back with bourbon next time,” Jack said. “Made you a promise, didn’t I?”

And he was a man of his word.

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A/N:

Congratulations to you all for starting you anti-hero arcs! Or your downfall arcs, depending on how you look at it, I suppose. Next chapter (which hopefully won't take four months to write) will be back to Operation Javier! Because if Capcom won't give us the remake version of events then I continue to have free reign to do with it whatever I want 😁

And also they can pry my Firefly references from my cold, dead hands

#jack krauser #jack krauser x reader #metaltango #jack krauser x leon kennedy #angst #resident evil #gender neutral reader #operation javier #between the bones #disavowed

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setsailforbyacona · 3 months ago

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Beggar's Luck - Information Post

Your father has always been regarded as the greatest pirate hunter to have ever sailed the waters of the tropical Byacona.

But now the unthinkable is happening: Your father is charged with piracy!

So it is up to you, his only child, to travel to the Byacona and help prove his innocence, or at least get him to reveal what happened.

Which is easier said than done, because whatever your father was doing seems connected to the sightings of a ship long thought sunk:

The Beggar's Luck, ship of the fabled Alistair Moray, King of Pirates.

Has Moray risen from the dead to seek revenge? And has your father something to do with it?

It's up to you to find out.

Hope you know how to swim and wield a cutlass.

Where can I play the game?

(No link to the NEW version yet. The game is still undergoing a massive rewrite and should be up sometimes in December '24/January '25)

Extremely Old, extremely short version is HERE

The world, Sildrys, the game is set on is home to various races besides human, allowing you to play as human or a mix of human and elves, dragons and other decently strange beings (as long as you can swim).

The age is set to 20.

All genders are playable.

ROs (Details bound to change):

Lieutenant Elliott Sewell (24, human, cis man): Elliot is a young Navy-Lieutenant working as Admiral Géroux’s secretary after a leg-injury send him into very early retirement. He’s as headstrong as he’s handsome.

He’s been a great admirer of the MC’s father, and seems dead-set on becoming a renown pirate hunter, filling the empty space the Commodore’s alleged treason left.

Midshipman Noah Paget (18, human(?), cis man): Mr Paget is commonly seen as a lost cause. Eager, ambitious and honest, but clumsy and scatterbrained. Has several rumours surrounding his heritage which weights down on him in addition. When push comes to shove he takes up the chance to prove himself to find the fable pirate port of Lobo Marino.

Lucy Kerrigan (19, human, cis woman): Lucy is regarded as the ‘soul of the Shredded Sail’ the scummiest tavern on all of Lobo Marino. She takes great pride in the fact that her missing father’s the new King of Pirates, even though no one else agrees with her on that.

She’s headstrong and boisterous, though no one can say what happens when her shell should be cracked one day. Great affinity for fire and explosives.

Florentina 'Shipwreck' Espinosa (26, Half-Elf/Half-human, trans woman): Regarded as the unluckiest captain to have ever sailed the waters of the Byacona, Florentina is good-natured but very sarcastic soul. And she has absolutely no patience for people betting behind her back how long her current ship, the Windmill will last.

(more to come)

Death

Guns

Alcohol

Blood

Piracy

Public Executions

(TBC)

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Ballad of Devil's Creek: A Weird West adventure @devilscreekballad

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Ashenmaw - Dragons of Marrowoods: A dragon adventure/mystery romp set in the same world as Beggar's Luck. @ashenmaw-if

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stinkysam · 1 year ago

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Monkey D. Luffy - Maybe the paradise was the friends we made along the way.

Warning : slight marineford spoilers

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "let's say reader's dream is to find "paradise" and he's so so close to get it but that means leaving luffy and the crew behind so he has to say the goodbye (with some tears ofc) then the crew leaves but days even months later they're under danger and unexpectedly reader arrives to help them, when they all see him back it's bc he realized that the crew and luffy were his home and paradise (ofc he confesses to luffy in that moment lol)" - @vainillacookie

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

A/N : since it's canon everything that happened before the timeskip happened in a few months, readers comes back before the timeskip, so during the marineford arc

"Are you sure ?" Asked Nami.

"Mh. I have to."

"We're going to miss you." Said Usopp.

"We better hear about you." Added Zoro.

"For once, I agree." Sanji said, lighting a cigarette.

You chuckled at their words and hugged them too, your hand patting their backs. You were going to miss them.

"You will. And I'll be back before you get to miss me. I'm close, I can feel it."

They smiled back at you, supporting your need to go a separate way for your dream.

"If you need us…" Nami began.

"Yeah, call us and the great captain Usopp will come to you !"

"Thank you, guys…" You smiled as you gave them a wave, before turning and walking away, leaving the kitchen.

Only one person remained.

Luffy.

He didn't understand why you had to go alone to find that damned "paradise".

You could find it together in the Grand Line ! But you had apparently already made up your mind.

"[Name], I'm sure we'll find it on the way ! Just like the All Blue for Sanji !"

"It isn't said it's in the Grand Line, Luffy."

"And ?"

"It means I have to roam all the seas to find it, but you, it's said it's in the Grand Line so you only have there to go !"

Luffy crosses his arms and frowns, clearly disagreeing but unable to come up with something.

"I still don't think it's a good idea."

"I'll come back when I find it."

"..." He stared at you, unsure. "You promise ?" His voice is softer, interest piqued.

"Yes. I promise, Luffy."

"Because if you don't, we'll come for you." He announced, still frowning.

"I know. I hope so."

He hummed, groaning, not wanting to let you go. You smiled sadly at him, ready to say your goodbyes and he quickly wrapped his arms around you to hug you.

"You better come back." He said quietly, a small smile on his face. "You'll always be a part of our crew."

You nodded, hugging him back, holding him as close as you could before parting. You tried your best not to cry, not really wanting to leave just yet. But you had to.

"Find it. Find that paradise."

"On it, Captain." You smiled in return, kissing his cheek on a whim before leaving the Merry, planning to stay in Logue Town for a few more days to continue your research.

Days had passed and your search continued. You had found a small boat and left Logue Town. You visited islands after islands to find your paradise and quickly days turned into weeks as you roamed the other seas. You couldn't stop thinking about your friends and Luffy, often seeing their bounty show up in the newspaper, always growing. It seemed like he made new friends along the way. Chopper, Robin, Franky and Brook.

Months had passed and you were now on the Grand Line, looking for Luffy.

You hadn't given up on your dream, you still knew that Paradise existed but now you knew where.

Why did pirates have to speak in riddles all the time and hide everything ? Couldn't they just say things ?

Luckily for you, you knew where to find Luffy. You've heard his brother was going to be executed and there was no way he wouldn't go there to try and save him. So you did the same, hoping you'd find him amongst all those marines and pirates.

You ran and ran, killing everyone that tried to stop you until you saw him, wearing a yellow shirt.

"Luffy !" You yelled running to him.

His eyes widened and a smile instantly appeared on his face. He kicked a few marines on the face as he ran to you, arms wide open, ready to welcome you in.

Within seconds you were reunited, lengths of arms wrapped around you, caging you against him as he laughed.

"What are you doing here ?! Did you find your paradise ? Are you coming back ?"

You laughed at his questions, he looked so happy to have found you.

"Yes, I found it now, it's by your side, Luffy."

He looked at you, slightly confused by your words.

"What ? I'm the paradise ?!" He smiled, laughing, not understanding.

"Yes, no. The crew is the paradise. You're my paradise, Luffy !" You cupped his cheeks and he grinned.

"So you're coming back ?"

"Yes !"

"Good ! Because I was growing impati-"

You cut him off by kissing him, unable to wait any longer, not caring if it was in the middle of a war with deadly enemies everywhere.

When you parted, Luffy giggled, smiling. Despite everything going on, Luffy was happy. He had you, and was going to save Ace.

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cozage · 1 year ago

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 16: Let's Talk Strategy

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“Do I have to keep these on?” You shook your shackles in front of Marco’s face as you laid on the examination table.

“Considering you knocked out the last person in charge of you with nothing but your fist and your sea prism bracelet? Yes. You do.”

You groaned in despair, dramatically flopping your arms back down onto the table. “What if my lack of energy harms the baby?”

“That’s why you have checkups every day,” Marco said. “Now lay still.”

You groaned again, but did as you were told. Perhaps if you did everything without complaining too much, they might take your shackles off before you got to Marineford. And then they wouldn’t be able to stop your decisions.

Marco placed his stethoscope on your stomach, and you sucked in a deep breath at the contact of the cold metal against you. Being affected by temperature was something you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to. But you didn’t complain.

A smile widened across his lips after a moment, and he looked at you with excitement. “Do you want to hear it?”

You frowned, unsure of what he meant. “Hear what?”

“The heartbeat.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure how to answer that. In your mind, this baby only existed when you and Ace were together. He wasn’t here to witness it, and it felt cruel doing this without him.

“Listen,” Marco advised, holding the stethoscope up to you.

You took it from him hesitantly, but you listened. A soft whooshing filled your ears, strong and steady.

“It’s fast,” you whispered. “Is it okay? Did I do-“

“It’s normal,” Marco reassured you. “Their heartbeats are faster while they’re developing. But everything looks and sounds completely normal.”

“A healthy baby,” you said, placing your hand protectively over your stomach.

“A healthy baby,” Marco confirmed, a smile on his face.

The two of you walked to the commanders and strategists meeting. You sat alone at the division two seats, trying not to think about how there were two empty commander seats now.

Everyone eyed your sea prism shackles, but nobody said anything about them. You were thankful for that, even if it did leave an awkwardness hanging in the air.

“Has every subordinate captain been notified?” Your father asked, looking around the table.

“We all told everyone the same thing. Meet outside of Marineford and we’ll storm in together.”

“Good,” your father said. “Then we can all ride in together.”

“That won’t work,” you said. “They’ll see us coming a mile away.”

“There’s nothing else we can do,” Elmy said. “We just have to hope the wind is in our favor.”

“No,” you said, your mind racing to think of another solution. “Aokiji will freeze the sea before we even make it there. And Akainu will burn down our flags. Instead of saving him, we’ll have a front row seat to his execution. We can’t-“

You couldn’t keep talking in fear of your voice giving your emotion away.

“We can do the bubble trick,” you said, changing the subject. “How we get down to Fishman Island, but head for Marineford instead.”

“That won’t work,” Elmy shot back. “We don’t know anyone skilled enough to do all of our boats in a week's time.”

Your eyes shot to your father. “I know someone,” you said. “He can do it. Please. Let me ask him.”

His eyes flashed pure anger. “I thought I told you-“

“I’ll take Marco!” You cried. “Please. We’re close to Sabaody. Me and Ace talked to him the last time we went through. He’s a genius. Please, dad-“

“No,” he hissed, glaring at you. If you hadn’t been in your current state, you probably would’ve gotten another dose of his haki treatment.

You stayed quiet for the rest of the meeting. There was no point in strategizing what would happen after you arrived in Marineford. If you rode into battle in the way they were proposing, everyone would die before their feet touched land.

There had to be another way. A way to convince your father to let you go. But you would worry about that later.

You swore you could still hear the soft, fast heartbeat of your child, fighting and growing with every passing hour. The baby was so tiny, and yet you were halfway through your pregnancy. How on earth could something that small grow to be the size of a baby in four and a half months? It simply didn’t seem possible.

And yet, it was happening. A new person was growing inside of you. You had to believe it contained only the best parts of you and Ace. Hopefully more of Ace’s traits than yours. His kindness, his love, his willingness to sacrifice…

“Y/N,” Marco prompted, tapping your shoulder lightly. “Let’s go get dinner. You need to eat.”

You were so lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed that the meeting had ended.

You were about to argue and say that you weren’t hungry, but you decided not to. You rose without a word and followed him to the mess hall, painfully aware of your father’s eyes on your back.

“Did that baby take all the spunk out of you?” Marco mumbled the question in your ear so nobody else could hear as you walked into the mess hall.

“I’m thinking.” You waved him away from your ear and picked up a tray.

“You should probably double up on fruits and vegetables,” Marco said. “And cut out the fish.”

You did as you were told. Your father had told you not to argue, so you wouldn’t argue. Maybe if you listened, then so would he.

You sat down across from Marco at an empty table, your mind still running through possibilities.

“Hello?? Earth to Y/N?” Marco was waving his hand in front of your face, snapping you back to the present.

“Oh.” You blinked a few times and realized your tray was still full. He must’ve thought you were trying to get out of eating. “Sorry.”

You shoveled some food into your mouth to appease Marco. You knew it was the same ingredients and recipes as always, but it tasted off. Thatch hadn’t had part in the process, and you could taste that, somehow.

“You need to snap out of it,” Marco scolded. “We’re only going to be able to do this if you are at your very best. We can’t lose our best strategist now, okay?”

“There’s no strategy that can get us past the Vice Admirals,” you said, eating another bite of tasteless food. “Not if we’re sailing in that obvious.”

“How well do you know this coating mechanic?” Marco asked, biting his lip.

You shrugged, trying to think of a cross between truth and lie. “I know his name and I know his work ability.”

“You’re sure he can do it?” Marco asked.

You nodded. “If I ask nicely enough.”

Marco sighed, shaking his head. “Let me see what I can do. Go get ready for bed. Any funny business and-”

“I know,” you said, finishing up your plate and standing to take your leave. You could feel your voice trembling as you spoke. “Trust me Marco, I know.”

You walked to your room and stood in front of the door, too afraid to go in. You didn’t want to know what it was like in that room without Ace.

“Is it locked?” Izou’s voice startled you, and you wiped your eyes before you turned to face him.

“No,” you whispered, and then cleared your voice before speaking again. “No, it’s not.”

“Ah,” Izou said, his eyes darting back to the door. “Is there something you would like me to grab?”

“What happened to Jinx?” you asked, ignoring his question.

“The cat?” Izou raised an eyebrow and then chuckled. “A day after you and Ace left, Marco heard some ungodly cries coming from the room, and we all kind of collectively remembered that you all had a cat. Marco’s been watching her since you guys left. They get along quite well.”

Tears poured out of your eyes. You shouldn’t have been so relieved over a stupid cat, but at least Jinx was still okay. At least there was still something left of Ace here.

“Do you need me to get anything for you?” Izou asked again, looking at you.

You shook your head. You couldn’t open that door. Not yet. Instead, you took off towards Marco’s room. He would have everything you needed to get by for now.

When you opened the door, you saw a black mound on the bed, eyes staring at you threateningly.

“Hi Jinx,” you sobbed, kneeling down next to the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you cried. You felt so guilty for returning alone.

Jinx rose from her place on the bed and approached you, and she rubbed her face against yours. It was so surprising that for a moment, you stopped crying out of shock. Jinx purred softly against you, and you couldn’t help but feel like maybe-maybe-everything would be okay.

“Alright,” Marco said, entering the room. “We have a private meeting with Pops tomorrow morning. I think-hey,” Marco realized you were on the ground, and he bent down next to you. “Are you okay?”

You started crying again at his question. There was no way to answer it.

“I’m so scared,” you sobbed softly, trying not to scare Jinx away.

“Me too, kid,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, and you could tell he was telling the truth. You could feel Marco’s fear in his grip around you. You weren’t sure if that was relieving or terrifying.

The three of you fell asleep in a strange pile, entangled together with hope and despair.

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euphreana · 10 months ago

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The Shape of Truth - Chapter 3: The Pink Phantom

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Ambrosius was convinced he was seeing things. The stress of the day was getting to him. The punk teen who’d randomly appeared in his room continued to hold her hand out expectantly.

“I don't care.” He said in response to the greeting, “Just leave me alone.” He moved past the pink figure and flopped back onto his bed, eyes closed.

“Leave you alone? You look like you need all the help you can get!”

Ambrosius cracked his eyes open. The hallucination that had called itself ‘Nimona’ had her face inches away from his, upside down. She grinned.

“And luckily for you, I happen to be the perfect one for the job!”

Ambrosius narrowed his eyes. “What job?”

“Your new sidekick!”

Ambrosius groaned and rubbed his eyes. Was his brain trying to create an imaginary friend to fill the void Bal had left behind? When Ambrosius opened his eyes again, the teen had disappeared. Good. Then the same voice cut in again from atop a shelving unit.

“Don’t bother to fill me in, I saw everything.”

“What?” Ambrosius sat up, seeing Nimona now lounging on the shelves.

“It was a beautiful scheme!” She said.

Ambrosius blinked, and Nimona was suddenly spinning on the easy chair across the room.

“Assassination of a monarch, the kingdom thrown into complete and utter chaos, it would have been perfect, if only he’d made his daring escape! But don’t worry! This is just half-time - you can still finish what he started!”

“Finish w—” Ambrosius began, but suddenly found a sheaf of papers whirled into his hands. “What’s this?”

“My resume!”

Ambrosius glanced at the papers. There was no text; just crayon drawings of all manner of animals rampaging through piles of royal guards.

“… This is—”

“Awesome, isn’t it? I thought a visual aid would really make it POP!”

Ambrosius looked up from the papers to see Nimona sitting on the dresser.

“Sooo… what’s the plan, boss?”

Ambrosius stared at her for a long moment.

“What are you supposed to be exactly? Some repressed memory?”

The teen huffed and hopped off the dresser. “I told you - I’m Nimona.”

“Okay… Nimona. I’m tired and don’t want to deal with this right now.”

“Oh, oh sure, I get it. Still getting over your buddy’s death. Got it. Just let me know when you’re ready to move on to the next stage of the plan.”

Ambrosius shoved the papers back into her hands.

“There is no plan. Bal is…” He locked his jaw, willing the tears to go away.

“That’s not going to stop you though, right? The man must be avenged!”

Ambrosius was about to respond when he heard a knock at the door. He hoped the noise was real this time.

He opened the door. It was Captain Ironwill; a burly man with black hair.

��Captain.” Ambrosius greeted him.

“Goldenloin.” Ironwill nodded. “I heard about what happened at the execution. They’re giving you tomorrow off.”

Ambrosius lowered his gaze. “Thanks.”

“I tried to get you full bereavement leave, but you weren’t legally related.” Ironwill’s voice dropped slightly. “I’m sorry. I know you were close. At least he didn’t drag you into it.”

Ambrosius nodded.

Ironwill continued, “Nice choice of color.”

Ambrosius looked up. Ironwill was looking past him, into the room. Ambrosius turned around. There was a pink cat sitting on the bed wearing a vest labeled ‘Emotional Support’. Ambrosius stared at it mutely.

Ironwill acknowledged Ambrosius again and left. Ambrosius stood in the doorway, still staring at the cat.

The cat spoke up, “What? Not a cat person?”

Ambrosius sputtered, then turned to the open door behind him. The hallway outside was empty.

“Good Gloreth I’m going crazy…” he muttered, shutting the door.

“Come again?” Ambrosius turned back to see Nimona sitting cross-legged where the cat had been. Definitely a hallucination, and one he was tired of.

“How do I make you go away?”

Nimona shrugged and got up, bouncing on the bed a few times. “Same time tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Morning?”

Ambroisus rubbed his eyes. Anything to make her leave.

“Fine. Just go.”

“Got it, boss!”

When he opened his eyes again, there was a pink bird perched on the windowsill.

“Tomorrow!” the bird said, then took off, leaving him alone in his room. Finally.

“Gloreth please don’t let this happen again.” Ambrosius said to himself, falling back onto his bed. He didn’t want to end up in the psych ward.

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The front office was surprised to see Ambrosius when he went in early the next morning.

“Didn’t someone tell you to take the day off?” the receptionist said.

Ambrosius remembered the stress hallucination from the day before. Or had it been a vision of the future?

“Oh… Yeah, I forgot.” he stammered.

Ambrosius left the building, wondering what it was that had happened yesterday.

“THERE you are!” a familiar voice broke into his thoughts. It was that Nimona hallucination, except this time she’d taken the form of a large, pink dog, again wearing the emotional support vest.

Ambrosius groaned.

“You again…”

“Me again! I thought the longer legs would make it easier to keep up.” The dog waved a paw. “So what’s the plan for today? Or should we… discuss things somewhere private?”

Ambrosius wondered if ignoring Nimona would make her go away. He didn’t want to be seen talking to an imaginary friend, although there wasn’t really anyone to see - it was early enough that hardly anyone was out on the campus.

“Whatever.” he mumbled and started the walk to a nearby tea shop.

“What better place to hide than in the open. I like that.” Dog-Nimona winked and followed alongside, “I thought up some ideas for revenge - it looks like the director was the one who ordered the execution, so I was thinking we-”

“I’m not taking revenge. For all I know… Bal was guilty.”

“No duh! I saw him fire the… wait, are you saying that wasn’t part of the plan?”

“What? No! Why would I- I wasn’t- I don’t even know if-”

“Oh….” The dog suddenly looked disappointed. It was a look Ambrosius had always dreaded seeing. Was even his subconscious disappointed with him?

The dog spoke up again.

“So you’re not a villain?”

“No!”

“But he was, right?”

“I don’t—”

“Well someone is. So why don’t we find out who?” Nimona hurried in front of Ambrosius, now walking backwards so she could see his face. “We dig - we find out if your buddy was behind the plot, and if he wasn’t, we find out who was. And we take revenge!”

“Revenge?”

“So what leads do you have? Assuming you’ve already been looking into this. Searched his belongings for clues?”

“Everything got confiscated or thrown out.”

“Huh. Anything else of his?”

“I don’t know… they have his sword in the archives.”

“Then off to the archives we go!” Nimona began to trot on ahead.

It didn’t sound like a bad idea, but Ambrosius wondered why his subconscious would be so focused on revenge. He’d been taught the pitfalls of seeking revenge since he was young - the right thing to do was forgive and move on. But… he did want to know if his dead boyfriend had been a murderer or not. He needed to know if what they’d had had been real. What if the Institute had missed something in their assessment of the situation and there was someone else involved? The authorities didn’t know Bal like he did, and stuff wasn’t adding up…

The imaginary dog had charged ahead, but now it was looking back at him with pleading puppy eyes, wagging its tail.

“Aren't you coming?”

Well, since this was basically his own advice, he might as well follow it.

Chapter 4

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brittscafe · 1 year ago

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Love in the Dark Chapter 2

Kisuke Urahara x reader, mini fanfic series.

Chapter 2: When the past catches up.

110 years later...

You've been residing in the World of the Living since the incident many years ago. The streets of Karakura Town are mostly silent, the occasional hollows appear and you take care of them.

You weren't sure what happened to Kisuke Urahara. Aizen might've been telling the truth or Kisuke could still be in the Soul Society for all you know. You were almost praying that he was still in the Soul Society, being a leader and happy.

As long as Kisuke is happy and doing what he loves, you'll be satisfied either way. As long as he's not alone then he'll be okay. You miss him everyday...wishing you could be with him.

You wish you could be with Kisuke without bringing danger or attention to him. Aizen Sosuke has eyes everywhere and you won't risk it.

You were still a Soul Reaper, but you've been keeping your identity a secret. Wearing a black cloak and having your sword tuck in your side.

Then there's Kisuke Urahara. Also, residing in Karakura Town running a tiny shop on the edge of town. He thought about you every single day, wondering what had happened.

He never thought that you would leave him, you expressed your love for him so often and never showed any signs of leaving. When Kisuke woke up the next morning to find you gone, he was devastated.

Almost as devastated as he was when he was banished from the Soul Society for hollow experiments, that he never participated in. It was a stab in the heart, losing you and then his entire life.

Kisuke mourns you everyday as if you're dead. He assumes that you are, just to ease his pain. He spiraled for a bit before Yoruichi joined him, leaving the Soul Society behind and he decided to open up his shop.

The waves of spiritual pressure ripple through your body. It makes you freeze for a moment, feeling spiritual pressure so familiar, it shakes you to your core.

It's Byakuya Kuchiki... and Renji Abarai. You would never forgot the feeling of the noble's spiritual pressure.

Your feet carry you to the spiritual pressure where you see Byakuya Kuchiki, Renji Abarai, and Rukia Kuchiki. Your eyes flicker down to Ichigo Kurosaki laying face down on the ground, injured and near death.

You have heard of Ichigo Kurosaki, who accidentally took Rukia's spiritual energy.

"Y/n...it's been a long time," Byakuya speaks up. Something's different. This isn't the same person Byakuya knew before.

"I'm surprised you recognized me. Some would say too long, but I'd prefer to never see you again," you speak firmly, the wind blowing back your hood.

"I would have to agree with you. I'd prefer we didn't have to meet on such vulgar terms," Byakuya sighs out with annoyance.

"I assume that you're trying to take Rukia back with you because she broke the rules and now she has to be executed, hm?" you ask, your eyes raking over Rukia's fragile frame.

"I'm going back on my terms," Rukia speaks up with confidence and you chuckle with disbelief.

"Rukia, I didn't think you were that stupid. I mean, your friend is lying here on the ground, on the brink of death and you chose to go back to your noble brother. I can't say I'm that surprised," you shrug your shoulders, taking a step and standing in front of Ichigo.

Your hand shoots to the handle of your sword attached to your side and your fingers wrap around the hilt. Renji glances down at your side, almost hidden by your cloak.

"I can take her, captain," Renji speaks up, stepping forward with a cocky grin on his face and his sword slung over his shoulder. You cock an eyebrow at the young soul reaper and scoff quietly.

"You'll never win, but you may try," you suggest, a smirk forming along your face. You pull away your sword and it glistens in the moonlight.

"Renji, don't be a fool," Byakuya speaks harshly with annoyance.

Byakuya knows that you're much older and stronger than Renji, you could easily wipe him out.

"I've heard the tales about you, y/n. How you were banished from the soul society," Renji speaks up and your stomach twists into uneasy knots.

You glare at him and step forward, your nostrils flaring.

"I'm gonna be the one. I'm gonna be the one to take you down," Renji growls out, a smirk forming along his face.

You laugh at his remark and throw back your head.

"I'm afraid you and your sword will never be up to the task, Renji. It's been a long, long time since I've felt something like this. Now, let's begin...Hadō number 63. Raikōhō."

Renji's eyes widen as you lift up your hand, your palm facing him as the yellow lightning strike forms in your hand.

"Renji!" Byakuya calls out with concern as you release the lightning rapidly and it strikes Renji in the chest. He grunts heavily as pain ripples through his body and it sends him onto his feet.

The portal starts to open up behind Byakuya and Rukia. You narrow your eyes and Renji pants heavily, scrambling up onto his feet.

"Silly little boy likes to play with swords," you comment, a wryly smirk tugging along your lips. Renji glares over at you and scoffs quietly.

"It seems like your past might be catching up to you, y/n," Byakuya speaks calmly, stepping into portal along with Renji and Renji. You let out a heavy breathe as the portal starts to close.

You turn around and kneel down beside Ichigo. The rain starts to pat down on your skin and you grimace.

"Ichigo..." you call out, placing your hand on his shoulder.

"Who are you?" he groans out, his voice muffled. The rain drops pelt down onto your face and you lift your head up.

A gasp is caught in your throat as your eyes land on him. His kimono swaying back and forth in the strong wind. A green and white stripped bucket hat over his head, his silky blonde locks poking out.

Your heart pounds in your eardrums and your body freezes.

It can't be...Kisuke Urahara.

It's been literally months since I posted chapter 1, lol. Anyways, y/n is pretty badass in this :)

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maggyme13 · 3 months ago

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Moving atop the Underworld (11/?)

Ellie just moved into a new flat. Introducing herself to her downstairs neighbor with a cake she did not realize what the future held for her and him. And what had an asshole coworker to do with it?

AN: welcome welcome to a new chapter :P

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Wordcount: around 1.9k

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Part 10

“You wanted to speak with me Mr. Silver?”, Ellie announced her arrival with a knock, her voice weak even though she tried to be strong.

“Yes, Mrs. Syverson. Please take a seat. Would you like something to drink?”, the Mafia boss hummed with a smile, offering her a seat opposite his table.

“No, thank you, Sir. What can I do for you?”

“I wish to apologize. What happened to you should not have happened. No harm should have come to you under this roof. You are married to one of my best men and you work for me directly. Also, you have never given any reason for mistrust. Unfortunately, I cannot change what has happened, I can only ask for forgiveness and redemption. Seeing that Captain already avenged you, I wish to offer you a favor for each day you have been tortured. You can use these favors for anything, but leaving. I am sorry, but once in this life, one can only leave in the Reaper's arms. As long as the favor is within the realms of doable it will be granted.”

“I- thank you.”, she answered stunned, Mr. Silver sounded sincere and deeply sorry.

“It´s the last thing I can do. I have another job for you as soon as you feel ready to return.”

“What would that be, Sir?”

“An entire executive office floor for one of my firms. My office, the front room and lobby for the secretary, the meeting room, and a restroom interior.”

“Deadline?”

“Thanksgiving, if possible.”

“Wood?”

“Bog Oak, European Chestnut, and silver highlights.”

“Everything?”

“Yes. Table-legs will be metal with black mat finish.”

“Blueprints and floor plan?”

“Over there.”

“With these specifications, I´ll need to go to the wood trade.”

“Say a time and I will have a driver and assistant to go with you.”

“I will need at least two days for a quick planning to see how much material I´ll need.”

“Someone will get you to the Trade on Thursday. I´ll have my secretary make an appointment.”

“Thank you, Mr. Silver.”

“I have also ordered your workshop to be moved to the empty barn in the garden. It has a separate little office area and more room for working and the machines.”

“Oh, I´ll take a look then.”

“Go ahead. I´ll be waiting for your designs and ideas.”, he dismissed her with a short kind gesture.

“What did the Boss want?”, Sy asked the second she met him in his room. He sounded on edge and ready to rip him a new one if he had upset her enough to endanger any progress she had made the last couple of days.

“He… apologized for ...what happened, and gave me three favors that he owes me. I also got a new job. An executive floor. I´ll be going to the wood trade on Thursday. Oh, and did you know they moved my workshop? It´s now in the barn. I did not know there was a barn.”, Ellie explained, frowning at the last part, at the same time wondering just how big the property was.

“He did? The old barn is on the other side of the Property, right next to the shooting range and training grounds. So right next to my area.”

“Oh.”, she breathed, at least muscles won´t be far if needed.

Deciding to ignore the sound his wife had just made he took in every little twitch of her muscles.

“Do you know who will escort you to the Trade?”

“No. Mr. Silver only said someone would come with me. Why, is there someone who should no-”

”No. Escort missions are only done by me or my people, in certain instances, Alejandro and his second give a helping hand. So whoever goes with you, I trust. I am only asking ´cause there a some who mentioned they were interested in learning more about your work. So it would make sense to send one of those with you.”

“Okay.”, Ellie breathed again staring out of the window, eyes unfocused on the large garden, “Do you know if the office Mr. Silver mentioned is finished? I need to start a rough plan to see how much I need. I would rather avoid going there more than necessary.”

“It should be ready. We simply moved your old setup there. IT is already waiting for the parts of your new PC, once they are delivered you get a new setup. Give me a moment to change and I will show you the way.”

“Thank you.”, she whispered with a sincere smile, Ellie knew how much Sy was doing for her, but sometimes she wondered if he was neglecting his duties for her.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“Mrs. Syverson, I need to take this call. I will just be around the corner over there. Please wait for me before continuing.”, Xander (short for Alexander Alexandrovic how he had introduced him earlier, but everyone called him Xander to avoid confusing him and Syverson) stated, noticing the name on the screen of his smartwatch.

“Of course. I´ll be here and take a closer look at those slabs of European Chestnut.”, Ellie told her companion for that day.

The owner of the Trade had just excused himself a minute earlier to (presumably) scream at a poor worker in the other warehouse who had to unload a huge load of new lumber that was delivered wrong.

Mesmerized by the black and dark brown veins the heartwood had developed over the long ages the prior tree had grown, reminding her of some areas of marble, the woodworker did not notice the stranger's approach.

“Mrs Ellie Syverson?”, a low and slightly condescending female voice caught her attention.

“Yes? How can I help you?”, she continued, now looking at the newcomer who was clad in a casual dark suit-like uniform. Not something someone would wear working at a wood trade and knowing of the ´way of thinking´ by the owner, no female office worker would be allowed to dress this masculine.

“Detective Susan Stahl. You recently got married to Mr. Alexander Syverson. Am I right?”

“Yes?”, Ellie answered with an unsure expression. Why was she being questioned? Should she ask for a lawyer? But that would cause suspicions, right?

“How did you meet if you don´t mind me asking?”

“I moved into the apartment above his.”

“In that case you must have fallen head over heels for him, considering you lived there for what… six months tops before tying the knot?”, the detective's eyes bore into her, as they were trying to dissect her every thought.

“It felt right, for the two of us, so we decided we could not wait. None of us could take time off work, so we simply did the bureaucratic part of the wedding for now and will do the celebratory and honeymoon part next year. We are currently deciding on where to go.”

“Are you. Well, each their own, right? So what brings you here today?”

“Looking for some wood I need for an assignment.”

“For yourself or?”

“No, for a Customer of mine. And before you ask, Detective, I cannot tell you the names of them, they are prestigious and do not wish to be mentioned or talked openly about. I just started freelancing, so I cannot risk losing a possibly good customer.”

“I – have a nice day Mrs. Syverson, and well wished for that project of yours.”, Detective nodded and disappeared as fast as she had appeared. Much to Ellie´s confusion, she figured out her sudden departure when she saw Xander and the Owner returning.

“Apologies again, but good workers are hard to come by.”, the owner sneered.

“I will take these 10 slabs of European Chestnut as well as the 15 slabs of the Bog Oak you showed us earlier. I also take another 10 slabs of 65mm and 10 Slabs of 45mm oak with only small branches.”, she stated, “Please have your men gather my order. Someone will come by tomorrow and get it.”

“My pleasure. I just need some information for the invoice.”

“Here is the information you need. You may also call the number if you need anything else.”, Xander piped in then, handing over a business card, “Now please excuse us, we have more business to attend to.”

“Of course.”

“Mrs. Syverson.”, the man then motioned for her to follow and she happily obliged.

“I don´t like that man. Never have, never will.”, she shivered as soon as they were seated in the car, “Do you know if Mr. Silver is at the Villa today? I need to speak to him, as well as my Husband.”

“Because of that woman that showed up as soon as she thought you were alone?”

“Yes. Wait, you saw her? I thought you had left.”

“Would not be a good escort if I left my detail out of my sight. Captain´s orders are clear for situations like that. I also noticed her lingering around earlier. At no moment you were in any danger. I assure you.”

“I- would you mind if I make a quick call?”

“Of course not. Go ahead. Would you like to make another stop before returning to the Villa?”

“I´ll let you know after I spoke with Sy.”

“What´s wrong?”, her husband´s voice rumbled almost as soon as she had called him.

“I- A Detective Susan Stahl approached me, asking questions about -us.”, she admitted with a heavy heart and worry gnawing at her innards, the strong look Xander sent her through the mirror had her gulp.

“I´ll let Boss know. Have Xander drive you to other appointments to make sure you don´t look suspicious. Visit a hairdresser, get a massage, and something to eat. Take a least three hours.”, he continued with a heavy sigh, “I am sure you did your best in that situation, so do not worry too much.”

“O-okay, I will tell him.”

“I have to hang up now. Bye.”

“Bye, Sy.”

“New orders?”, Xander piped up from the driver's seat.

“Yes, Sy wants you to drive me around, to do my hair, get a massage, and something to eat, for at least three hours.”

“I know just the place for a good massage, what would you like to eat?”

“Just a coffee shop or small bakery is enough I think.”, any appetite she might have had was going through her nervousness.

“Do you have a hairdresser you frequent?”

“Not really.”

“Then I will drive you to the one that did your heart for the celebration. Unless you don´t want them?”

“No, they were rather nice when they did my hair back then.”, she mumbled.

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“Smart thinking with the recording, but Boss is right: Next time give them the number of the attorney we just gave you. Why did you record it thought?”

“That man caused me a lot of trouble in the past. Delivered shitty wood and I got blamed. I record meetings with him ever since.”, Ellie explained.

“No matter the reason: I am proud of you.”

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the-obnoxious-sibling · 9 months ago

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Shanks stayed behind for Buggy when he was sick, but if the roles were reversed, would Buggy do the same for Shanks and miss out on Laughtale? I'm 50/50 but my opinion means nothing because I'm not a One Piece fan (I just love Shanks and Buggy). I'd love to hear your thoughts. You're much more qualified to answer 😂

ooh.

my first thought is: no, he doesn’t stay behind, but he regrets it almost immediately.

justifications below the cut.

see, i’m mostly thinking about this in terms of the character traits that mirror best. shanks is optimistic and passive, his decision to stay put and wait for another opportunity makes perfect sense to me. it makes no sense to buggy, who is impulsively active and a pessimist, assuming the worst and doing things without thinking his actions through, usually with terrible consequences.

but how can going to laugh tale come with consequences?

well. what if buggy feels the same way as shanks—i don’t want to go there without him—but doesn’t realize it until it’s too late?

standing on the last island, watching the rest of the crew walk into the cave that’s supposed to hold this incredible treasure… buggy wants to see it! he wants to take it! but there’s a pit in his stomach that grows bigger and bigger the longer he stands there, alone.

this is wrong.

there’s supposed to be someone else here.

he’s made a terrible mistake.

i don’t think anyone notices that buggy didn’t come in with them until they’re packing it in, done with their laughter (and maybe carving a message for the future at the bottom of that last poneglyph). but rayleigh spots buggy at the entrance to the cave, hunched over in a shuddering, weeping ball, and he realizes what’s happened.

“you didn’t want to see it without shanks after all, huh?”

buggy startles, tries to pretend that he saw it, that he’s fine. he’s just—allergic to something in the air here, yeah! that’s why his eyes are watery!

rayleigh isn’t fooled, but he lets the excuse lie. he gives buggy a reassuring pat on the shoulder and leads him back to the ship. “i’m sure he’ll understand.”

and shanks probably would understand… if buggy ever told him.

because the second key part to this au is that i cannot see buggy ever admitting to this flagrant weakness. he was at the site of the greatest discovery in history! and he turned his back on it because he felt bad that shanks wasn’t there???

he can’t say that!

especially not when they return to that island where shanks has been waiting to find him recovered nicely, pretending that he wasn’t absolutely miserable on his own eager to tell buggy all about the fun little adventures he got up to while he was waiting for them to come back!

he can’t tell shanks the truth now, not when shanks clearly had no problem having a good time without him.

so buggy lies through his teeth, tells shanks that joyboy’s treasure was so cool and it’s too bad shanks was sick and missed it—but hey, they can always go there together someday! buggy already knows the way, so it’ll be easy! plus then buggy will be the only person who’s ever seen it twice, and won’t that be something!

shanks’ eyes are still a little red after whatever captain roger said to make him cry. he manages a small smile. sure, buggy. whatever you say.

and maybe buggy shouldn’t be surprised, the day roger is executed, when shanks tells buggy he doesn’t want to go to laugh tale. after all, shanks was never the kind of pirate who wanted treasure, was he? and what could it matter to buggy? he’s seen it already.

words dry up in buggy’s mouth.

later, the shame will curdle to rage—how dare shanks refuse to go! when buggy turned away from glory and riches for his sake?!—but in the moment all buggy can do is run away.

#tos answers #one piece #shuggy #shanks #buggy #—shuggy miscommunication #—narrative foils #—buggy makes bad choices #i hope you were looking for pain here anon because that’s what you’re getting! 🙃

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deeptrashwitch · 9 months ago

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A Haunting Past (pt.9)

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The next day, Alejandro flew back to Las Almas, promising to call Alicia back once he's there, while he continued thinking. Meanwhile Wraith was preparing everything to hunt the other two members of Six Aces before Red Dragon, they were called Maroon Salamander and Silver Deer, and to be honest they probably are the most dangerous now. One was a pirate and the other a terrorist, that makes that operation way more risky than usual.

"Alicia, I have an answer from Aly." Wraith said when she walked inside of her office "She’s on her way with Lily.”

"Good to know, but where's Price?" Alicia asked with a raised eyebrow "Isn’t he coming as well?"

"I'm not very sure of it. Only Aly and Lily are coming."

"...I have a bad feeling about it"

"Same here…”

Before they say anything else, Wraith's earphone starts to transmit a message, and by her facial expression it’s NOT very good news. The agent was surprised and had become furious while mumbling her words with a frown. Alicia waited and wondered what happened.

"He did what?!" Wraith screeched with rage "Why did you let them do that, Watcher?!"

"Dominique?" Alicia asked with a confusing tone in her voice.

"I know why Price isn't coming." She hissed before muting the microphone. "The stupid idiot decided to execute General Shepherd himself!"

"What?! But he is still a General even in a trial! If someone learns that Price did this-"

"I know." Wraith sighed with frustration. "Listen, take care of whatever we need on the next mission, okay? Talk with Aly and the team she recommends, I'll figure this out to stop this...burning dumpster."

"Deal, take care."

"You too."

Like that, Wraith left Black Tomb that same day when Aly and Lily arrived just two hours after she left the base. The Captain welcomed them with a smile and the doors opened, making sure as well that no one was following or stalking them. She hugged Aly and kissed Lily's chubby cheek. Smiling when the little girl giggled with joy.

"Welcome to Black Tomb, Aly, I hope you don't mind the sounds" Alicia joked happily.

"No worries, General Flores' base was like this." Aly answered with a chuckle "Thanks for having us for such a long time, Licia. Even more with Lily on the package."

"I already told you before, my doors are always open for my friends. It's always been my pleasure! Also, you're the one helping us the most, it's the least I can do."

"Speaking of, Wraith talked to me...I have some ideas."

"Let's discuss it after I show you where you can stay, 'kay? It must have been a long trip for you both."

Alicia guided Aly to one of the rooms in the barracks, the one accommodated especially for them. And helping her with the luggage. Then two went to walk around the base for a bit before finding Alexander and Marcus in the kitchen, with the sniper baking as usual. Until the boys noticed the two women walking by as they waved at them with a smile. They’re also very surprised to see an infant there.

"Hi Mrs. Price! Welcome to Black Tomb!" Marcus exclaimed while standing up and walked over to shake hands with her.

"Mrs. Price, it's good to see you." Alexander said softly. "Sorry I can't greet you properly, my hands aren't exactly clean." He said with an awkward smile while showing her dirty hands.

"Hi Alexander. Marcus. It’s very nice to see you again. Sorry that we're cramming up in your base." Aly said with a chuckle before Lily noticed the cookies and tried to grab one between them babbling.

"Lily no! That isn't for you!" Aly said, pulling Lily away from reaching the cookies.

"Oh, it's okay. If you want, she can have one." Alexander said with a smile, pointing to a plate. "Those are already cold."

"Sorry to be a bother, but yes, a cookie would be great."

"Here you go, lil' lady." Marcus said with a small smile while giving Lily a cookie. "Alex's baking is the best around here!"

"You sound confident about it."

"Sure are, right Cap?"

"That's true, they always fight when Alexander makes his pastries or snacks." Alicia said, taking a cookie for herself and offering one to Aly. "Wanna try?"

Aly smiled at Alicia before accepting the cookie. "Thanks."

"...Seems like you need to talk." Alexander said, frowning slightly. "Do you need us to take care of your daughter, Mrs. Price? I promise to keep her away from the oven." He offered her before opening his arms out to Lily.

"Oh no, I don't want to cause you any trouble." Aly said with a small smile while holding Lily up.

"It's not trouble, the lil' lady is adorable and I bet she's also well behaved." Marcus commented with a little smile. "We'll give her back to you as soon as you finish talking with our Captain."

"...Qué vergüenza oye." Aly whispered, making Alicia scoff.

"No te preocupes, la cuidarán bien." Alicia reassured Aly. "Se ven intimidantes, pero son sorprendentemente delicados."

Aly gave Lily to Marcus, feeling a bit nervous, then she went with Alicia to the conference room where Wraith left all the information for them. Once inside, their expressions changed. Aly got more serious as she looked at everything and Alicia had her stone face again.

"Where's Wraith?" Aly asked, almost unsure of the answer.

"Fixing the disaster that Price caused."

"Ugh. John, what the hell?" She murmured while pinching her nose bridge. "Sorry for that one."

"Nah, it's not your fault." Alicia said as she shrugged. "Shall we start?"

"Yes, so Dominique told me a lot of things about this organization. Six Aces. Did you already take down three of them?"

"Two, the one in South America and the one in East Asia. The third was killed in Africa but not by us. We are not sure why, but someone else killed them."

"Well, we can look at that later. The other two, a pirate called...Maroon Salamander? And the terrorist called Silver Deer? What's with the animal nicknames?"

"No idea, as far as I know it's normal to have a nickname like that in the underground. I have an ally that has the nickname 'Golden Empress'. And also, have you seen OUR nicknames?"

"Fair enough I guess." Aly muttered with a sigh. "So this Salamander works mostly across the South Atlantic, why the movement to the South Pacific?"

"We're not sure but the theory says that maybe they are planning to attack a big cargo ship that is supposed to arrive in Yakarta." Alicia explained with a sigh.

"White Tiger's last shipment before their death."

“And their contents?"

"Two types. Ballistic bombs and..."

"And?"

"Bio weapons."

"Mierda..."

"Exactly, that's why we need a Tier 1 team for this. Suggestions?"

Aly thought about it as she tried to think of this situation. "If the plan is to attack the ship. Then we need to make sure those things never arrive to where it's destined to...just a team that can take care of it." Aly murmured with a frown.

"But it'll be difficult to convince the General to let them help."

"Kanoa's and Tiala's team?"

"They're the best for this kind of mission and we both trust them completely. Also they have Agnes, she can get rid of the ballistic weapons in seconds."

"Good point there, but knowing General Kalani...it'll be difficult.”

"Yeah, I'll figure it out. Will you go after Silver? How do you know where they'll attack?"

Alicia tapped her finger onto her chin. Trying to think. "Right now? I don't know, but I have a good way to know.”

"Which is?"

"People that owe me one.”

"...For some reason I'm not even surprised"

It wasn't until two days later that Alyssa managed to convinced General Kalani to send the Warrior Task Force to help, and that day the Task Force would be arriving. Aly and Alicia were waiting on the entrance of the base, chit chatting while they noticed how the team were taking care of Lily. All of them are surprisingly dedicated to it.

"Can I borrow them for babysitting sometimes?" Aly asked with a chuckle.

"I bet they'll be happy to help." Alicia said with a smile

Then the sound of two vehicles caught their attention and Alicia made a sign towards the guards to inspect them before letting the vehicles pass. From the first vehicle three people came down; Nigel Harrison, Agnes Falagi and Aelan Kalani, three members of the WTF. With a smile, Alicia welcomed them to her base and thanked them for their help and hearing how, Noah especially, the boys were cheering to have them there.

"Just a favor, don't let Noah and Agnes alone, would ya? I don't need a burning base." Alicia jokes.

"I'll take care of them along with Jackson, Captain." Aelan said with a little smile, hearing Agnes saying 'HEY!' in the background. "Nigel is calmer...usually."

"Nah, pranks are okay."

"Really? Hehehe." Nigel asked before starting to laugh with a wide malicious smile

"It's not carte blanche, Harrison. At least tell me who you're gonna prank in advance..."

"Yes ma'am!"

And then, while the three of them went to talk with everyone and say hi to Lily. They saw how Tiala and Kanoa were getting down from the second vehicle with their luggage. Tiala waved at Aly and Alicia with a smile as she put her bag over her shoulder. Then went to hug Aly tightly and then went to hug Alicia a little softer.

"We heard what happened, are you okay?" Tiala asked with a raised eyebrow. "Do you have any broken ribs or any wounds?"

"Is that why you hugged me so softly? Don't worry Tia, I'm back at my hundred." Alicia said with a chuckle. "But I have a raspy voice now."

Tiala sighed with relief. "Well, I’m glad-"

"That's your usual voice anyway, Licia!" Kanoa joked, making Tiala and Alicia roll their eyes while Aly chuckled. "But it's good that you're still up and kicking!"

"I'm also happy to see you too, Noa! Now hurry, you damned slow turtle!" She answered with a laugh, then looking at Tiala. "Thanks for coming so quickly."

"We had to before the General changed her opinion, also this is part of our job."

"Aly told you?"

"Most of it."

"Then we have somewhere to start."

After Kanoa joined them he hugged both of them tightly and then waved at the Specters as well. Soon they went to the conference room, in a second they turned to their work attitude, looking at all the intel they had about the two objectives. The Toa siblings were frowning at the sight of the cargo ship, but also at the documents protected on the screen.

"We are still investigating the complete route of the ship, but as far as Wraith could find, it'll pass near the Cook Islands." Aly said with a sigh. "The only good thing we could find is that it is a general cargo ship. So the possibility of bio weapons is off the table, but the ballistic bombs...might be more powerful."

"With that turn of facts, we have a list of the 'favorites' weapons of White Tiger. There you might find the ones you need." Alicia said with a frown. "I can give it to you as soon as we end here.”

"Will be amazing, but we need everything about this pirate." Kanoa said, looking at Aly. "You have anything, Aly?"

"Just what Alicia's team has." She said while opening some files. "This one seem skilled, but I'm worried about something."

When Aly played the video as it started normally, the camera was from a ship on the trip across the Atlantic and everything seemed normal. Soon another cargo ship arrived nearby, and it didn't answer to the attempts of warning coming from the first cargo. Instead it seemed like it went a bit faster. But that didn't alarm the three Marines. What did was how all the pirates moved, they knew that so good that it was terrifying.

"Aren't those...?" Tiala whispered with horror.

"The tactics we learn in Camp Lejeune…" Kanoa answered, absolutely pale.

"Aly, we need the status of the Navy." Alicia ordered with absolute fear in her eyes "Will they help us?"

"Give me a second." The woman muttered as she tried to ignore the sudden pressure they all felt.

Meanwhile, the three Marines continued looking at the video with tension written all over their bodies, fists and jaws clenched with frustration. Those movements, the way of working precisely with the team, the efficiency...it was the same they perfected during their times as recruits. If the WTF went to chase Maroon Salamander like that, then they would fight at a disadvantage.

"I have it, apparently they don't have register of an order from the Admiral that Wraith contacted." Aly said with a chill down her spine "Even worst...the request never left any server from the Marine Corps."

"...What?" Tiala asked surprisingly. "Let me take a look, maybe there's a mistake on the servers or something.”

While the two of them were figuring out about the missing request. Alicia made a sign towards Kanoa to talk outside and he nodded before following her. In silence they went to the nearest armory, where they leaned against opposite walls and for a second nothing happened. Then Kanoa sighed and moved his hand through his hair before looking at Alicia.

"What is it?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"There's information that Wraith and I have been gathering. Intel we kept secret for many reasons, mostly personal. We intended to keep it for us until we have enough proof to accuse someone. But seem that now it involves the safety of another team, allies and friends no less...I'll tell you what we have."

"Sounds serious, I'm all ears."

"...After an operation we figured out that something was wrong with everything." She pinch her nose bridge. "Lately we discovered that there's a traitor inside the high ranks of the US Armed Forces. I can't tell you the details but we are sure that it is superior.”

"A traitor? Do you know who it is?" he asked, tense

"No, we had many possibilities at first. But now, seeing that video and how that kind of people have our tactics so perfected...then the traitor is also involved in this.”

"You think that it's a Marine?"

"Probably.”

"And what now?"

"We'll continue with the hunt of Salamander and Deer, but if you decide that you won't risk your people and Alana's Marines...then you're free to go back home." She said with a bit of guilt in her tone. "It was never my intention to put you and your people at risk. I'll talk with the General myself to explain it. Sorry Noa.”

"...No." Kanoa said with a tired smile "C’mon Licia, will you make us go back after we come here? And also, if that cargo ship is gonna pass near the Cook Islands, it is still our ground. So, if you're worried that the traitor might know that we are involved in this then fine, we'll step out officially. But we'll have a mission to seize and board the cargo ship.”

"Well, I guess that you are the bravest warriors for a reason." Alicia joked with a side smile. "I'm glad to have you in this, but seriously, take care, Noa"

"Of course, I'll bring my people back as always." He answered with a chuckle before wiping down his smile. "Let me warn Alana, as Captains we're limited, if she can help us..."

"Do it, tell her. I trust her as much as I trust Tia and you.”

With a smile, they went back to the conference room to talk with Tiala and Aly, who were as worried as they were when they heard about the traitor. In the end they decided to create plans for any possible case they can think of. And the Toa siblings will train with all their team any other form of combat that doesn't include MCMAP or tactics of the Marines, they need all kinds of elements of surprise.

"Now that we have the Salamander matters out of our hands, we can start looking at Silver Deer..." Aly said, projecting more documents and videos.

#ocs #call of duty #cod oc #oc #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #team charlie #cod mwii

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jujapaya · 8 months ago

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Hey! I hope you're doing well. So basically, as I'm sure you've already seen, I'm playing Stardew Valley, and im VERY emotionally attached to Shane. It's ridiculous. Anyways, I want to know what your thoughts were on the parallels between Shane and Marc Spector because you reblogged a post of mine briefly talking about it. I just think it's interesting, and it's definitely been something I've put a lot of thought into as I've progressed through the game.

IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAYED RESPONSE — this has been in my asks for DAYS but finals are coming up and I went to a pride parade today, so I’ve been a bit busy. Also, I’m writing this on my phone, so my grammar and everything about this response may be a bit wonky.

Also this is going to be kind of long.. soooo… I’ve been thinking about this for days, of course it’s long.

Both Marc Spector and Shane fall into the trope of the character knowing that their mental health isn’t the greatest and slowly becoming better through therapy. I love the trope, it has the ability to show amazing character progression and to raise awareness of how therapy can help someone. On the other hand, it has the ability to be completely terrible if done wrong.

I can discuss the “done wrong” aspects of this trope for Marc and the system (the number of therapists who’ve tried to kill them is high! Extremely high). However, when you look at Mackay’s run (2021-2023), you can see this trope done right. You can see him slowly becoming more venerable (Reese’s hug, Jake and Steven coming out more, apologizing to Greer—Hell, even apologizing to CAPTAIN AMERICA about the Age of Khonshu event and talking about his system in one of the Avengers Unlimited issues) over the span of Mackay’s run.

Now, comparing to Shane, the same is done here, but you’re seeing more of what has been happening to get him into the awful mental health position (compared to Mackay’s run, since you’ve seen it in Marc’s previous comics issues) and the drive to send him to therapy. You see it affecting his family and their reactions. You root for him to go to therapy! He begins going to therapy upon seeing Jas’ reaction.

However, Shane and Marc’s stories are extremely different, especially with the time constraints.

With Marc, we all know Khonshu, horrible childhood experiences, military/mercenary work, and discrimination has lead him to terrible mental health. However, he’s been here for decades, Shane has been here for a few hours at least (in game play time). In turn, Shane’s story is the more cut and dry alcoholism story than the healing from major mental and physical abuse that Marc’s story is. That doesn’t mean either story is more “valid” than the other. Both are extremely compelling stories and people do suffer with these issues every day. However, one is more easier to portray in a short amount of time due to the commonality of it—which, again, is sad.

Stardew Valley is a children’s game as well, which is why these stories differ so much. Shane’s story is easy—he gets better almost instantly upon going to therapy and everything lives happily every after (at least in my experience, I haven’t married him. Aromanticism for THE WIN! KROBUS I LOVE YOU). It’s easier to tell that to a child. It’s easier to show that in a small game. However, comics aren’t limited to time, but limited to how many sales they’re getting/how much they can cram into a run. They’re able to show the slow progression of getting better. Even if nobody lives happily ever, at least the person is the best they could be right now.

That’s my take on it, I guess. The comparisons are interesting though! They both fall under the same trope but executed wildly different due to various reasons.

Thanks for the ask! :)

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kapten425 · 2 years ago

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Chapter 5 Part 1 " A Challenge of Fate"

Elias was alone and chained up in his jail cell. He hasn't talked since his arrest. He was there for 5 days and he hasn't made any move to prove his innocence or to eat. Not like he could think about it anyway. His mind was in a daze, rushing back and forth to the moment of the incident. He was trying to understand if what happened was his work or not. If all this was a dream and he would wake up back to his room, at his master's workshop with Enouch giving him his morning assignment while waiting for Seluvis to come bickering for been forced to work there. He wondered if Seluvis was okay, if he was still alive. He had hoped that he was gonna tell the truth about what happened. That all this was an accident. But as the time passed his hope started to fade. He was now certain that something was gonna happen to him, and he had to accept it.

The Captain of the Night Guard entered the jail and approached Elias's cell. The two guards standing there raised in attention. He looked at Elias behind the bars, while talking to the guards.

"Has he had any food."

One of the guards replied.

"No sir. He hasn't eaten or talked."

The captain was skeptical. Based on the description of the two guards that the victim was attacked by this young man, and based on the destruction of the workshop, he expected a violent and brutal individual. But contrary to what they said Elias was silent,calm and not aggressive. Even he, who had seen many criminals play innocent just to get out, was starting to question the validity of the situation. But he had orders, and he needed to follow them. With a sign the two guards opened the cell door and the captain entered the cell and stood before the chained up Elias.

"Remove his shackles."

Elias flinched at the given order. As the guards removed his shackles he stood up. The captain came closer.

"Elias, I have orders to escort you back to Enouch workshop. You are to say your final goodbye before heading back for the execution."

Elias froze at these words. If he was to be executed then this could mean only one thing. Seluvis was dead. Tears began flooding his face. The captain seeing this put his hand on the crying Elias.

"Don't worry, it will be swift and painless."

Elias raised his head, looking at the captain straight to the eyes.

"How would you know?"

The captain was quick to answer.

"The Queen will be the one to carry out the deed. If this is any consolation."

Elias was numb, like every part of his body and soul were shattered. The captain pushed him slowly and together they walked outside.

The Sun was bright, upon the city of Nokstela. The air was filled with smell of local delicacies and the sound of chattering. The captain looked at a nearby stall packed with freshly baked goods. He looked at them the same way a child would look at a candy stall. Not many knew but the captain had always great appetite for good food. He looked at Elias for a moment. The young man was not talking at all, only looking forward with a dazed look. He then realized that the boy hadn't eaten anything since his arrest. He pulled out his coin purse and buy a honey raisins bun from the baker. He then offered it to Elias. Elias looked at him with a questioning look. The captain smiled.

"Here, it is unwise to go down with an empty stomach."

Elias wanted to decline, but once the smell of the bun reached his nostrils, his stomach reminded him of his starvation. He took the bun, thanking the captain in the process. After the first bite, Elias began to gorging the bun like famished man. Even the captain looked at him with a surprised face.

"Marika's tits you must be hungry."

As they continue to walk they reached the workshop. Elias stood there for a moment. This place was his home for 8 years. It took him a great effort not to break down in tears once again. But he had to be strong for his master. If he was to die today, then he would do so with his head high. Not as a crying orphan child, but as proud apprentice of Master Enouch. An apprentice that made a mistake. He fortified himself mentally for what was going to happen once he saw him. As they enter Enouch turned. He froze the moment he saw Elias enter the room. Elias stood there, eyes down, unable to look his master in the eye. He tried to talk.

"Master....... I ..."

Before he could finish his sentence Enouch rushed and embraced him. Tears flooded the elder man's eyes.

"You are safe now, that's all that matters, my son."

Elias was literally on the verge of tears once again, thanks to Enouch calling him son. He wished he could tell his master that he returned to stay. But the chopping block was waiting for him.

"I'm sorry but I can't stay my master. I'm sorry I disgraced you."

The captain seeing this was not a moment to interfere, he decided to step outside. Enouch watched him exit, and when he was sure he wasn't listening he whispered to Elias.

"Quickly, we don't have much time."

Elias looked his master with a questioning look. Enouch rushed to the counter and took a few things from it.

"Soon they will realise that the order was not given by the Queen, but from me."

Elias flinched at the comment.

"What. What do you mean master."

Enouch continued to talk while preparing a small satchel.

"I have arrange for a horse to be ready at back of the workshop. You will take it and move to Limgrave. From there an associate of mine named Gaston will take you to the nearest port. I'm afraid there you have to do the rest on your own."

Elias was stunned.

"Do what?"

Enouch turned to look at him.

"Escape."

Elias's heart stopped at the sound of that word. Enouch finish up the satchel and prepare it for Elias.

"Inside you will find some provisions and some notes. I'll probably be executed for assisting a fugitive to escape, but if you are to survive then....."

Enouch was cut off when Elias's hand slapped the satchel down on the ground. He looked at his apprentice with a surprised look. Elias eyes were looking down, filled with tears, but his expression was filled with anger. He grinded his teeth as he spoke.

"How dare you....."

Enouch was stunned by the action.

"Elias."

Elias raised his gaze, straight to his master's face. He was furious.

"HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST THAT I SHOULD ESCAPE!!!!"

The tears flooded Elias's face as he said those words.

"I have done something unforgivable, I killed Seluvis. HOW COULD I RUN FROM SOMETHING LIKE THAT."

Enouch tried to calm down Elias.

"What happened with Seluvis was an accident. You never wanted to hurt him."

Elias shook his head.

"That's not how they are gonna see it. They are gonna see that an orphan dared to harm a protégé of the Academy. They are gonna say that I did in on purpose, that I hated Seluvis....."

He lowered his gaze once again.

"Which to be fair, is not far from the truth."

Enouch eyes widened at the last comment.

"Elias, don't tell me you...."

Elias moved his head in a negative answer.

"No, it was honestly an accident."

He raised his head once more.

"But I would be a lie if I said I didn't want to."

He took a deep breath, trying to find the correct words.

"I hated Seluvis. I hated him from the bottom of soul. Every time he would nag you or insult you in any way for his incompetence I wished I could just take my hammer and beat his head until some sense can crawl in it."

Elias wiped his tears as he continued to talk.

"I hated the constant insults he would throw at me just so he could have some fun."

He looked at the satchel's content spilled on the floor.

"But I now understand that I should hate myself more."

Enouch, still stunned by the conversation, talked.

"Why would you do such a thing?"

Elias pointed at him.

"For what I made you do of course. You, Master Enouch, the Grand Craftsman of the Eternal Cities, the most revered person in all of Nokstela...."

He paused for a moment to draw his breath.

"And a man I loved like a father. I forced you through my actions to result in such disgraceful ways for my sake."

He raised his head, looking at the celling.

"Seluvis was right. I am a failure of an apprentice........ I should be dead."

A voice was heard from Elias room.

"I will be the judge of that."

The curtain that served as a door to Elias's room open and Merida entered the room, with her veil waving in the air. Elias, whose face was instantly drained from blood, falled to his knees immediately.

"My Queen, please forgive Master Enouch, it was all my fault. I.... I.."

Merida raised her hand, stopping Elias on the process.

"No need Elias. I'm aware of everything that has been said."

She turned to the door behind him.

"Captain, you can come inside now."

With that the door opened the door and the captain entered as well, a wide smile across his face.

"I've got to hand it to you kid. Very few would have the courage to do what you just did there. I suppose Master Enouch was right about you."

Elias looked around him nervously. He saw his master sighting in relief, looking at him with a proud look. His mind was unable to comprehend the situation.

"What..... What's going on here, I."

Merida decided to talk.

"This was all a test, to see if you truly were innocent, or simply playing innocent."

He moved to the Captain and placed her hand upon his shoulder.

"We needed to be sure you were honest. So we decided to play this little performance. I ordered the Captain to release you and get you to the workshop. I arranged with Enouch to play the role of the betraying mentor while I hid myself near to hear your conversation."

She moved in front of Elias and helped him back on his feet. They were now face to face.

"Enouch said that innocent or not you would choose to sacrifice yourself, ruther than betraying his teachings. Especially if you think you are responsible for someone's dead. And seeing that myself I'm sure now you are innocent."

Elias was numb from the amount of information bombarding him. The phrase stuck in his mind."I'm sure now you are innocent". He never expected kindness or support from anyone before. And to hear those words come from the mouth of the Queen herself, was the biggest reassurance he could get. It was at this moment his mind returned to his original concern. As he rise he asked.

"Even so, since Seluvis is dead wouldn't I be......"

Merida stopped him.

"This was a lie as well, Seluvis is still alive."

She started pacing the room, her hands crossed in a powdering pose.

"Though you are right. The Carian Royal Family will not like the fact that we defended a normal citizen against a protégé. After all Protégées are considered high class citizens among the common folk, and some among nobility. We need a solution."

Enouch stepped in.

"I may have a solution then."

They all looked at Enouch. Merida looked at Enouch with a questioning look.

"I'm listening."

Enouch started to explain.

"Seluvis is a protégé of the Raya Lucaria Academy. He is protected by the Carian Royal Family. What if we can do the same for Elias."

Merida flinched at the proposition.

"Are you suggesting that I should accept Elias as an official Protégé of City of Nokstela?"

Enouch nodded in agreement. Merida was skeptical about it. It was a very good solution that will allow her to help Elias, and shield them from any future backlash. It was perfect, if only for one thing.

"Enouch. In order for me to accept Elias a protégé, he has to pass a challenge made by the protecting nobility. Are you sure he can....."

Enouch interrupted Merida and showed her the entire workshop.

"Your Highness, look around you. Nearly everything in this workshop is made by Elias's hands. The Glintstone Cores, The automatons that protect Raya Lucaria as we speak...."

He rose one silver shield for the table nearby.

"Even the weapons and armor wore by ours and the Carian Knights, all have been touched by Elias at some point."

He presented the shield to Merida. The Nokstelian Emblem shinned bright under the sunlight. A true masterpiece of craftsmanship. She looked at Elias who was standing looking at them.

"You made all of these? Answer me honestly."

Elias wanted to decline, saying it was work done under his master's tutelage. But a quick look at Enouch made him reconsider. Indeed he had made all these items. The cores, the weapons, the robots. Even some small work of arts, when he was taught by a wandering Craftsman of the Marai Family. With a sign he looked at Merida.

"Yes, my Queen. Most things in this room have been made by me. Master Enouch, beside his wisdom, must have passed also to me his spark for creation."

Merida smiled under her veil. She had a chance to support her decision to the Carian Family. But it was not in her hands, but to Elias's. She approached Elias, who bowed before her.

"In that case, Elias. As Queen of the Eternal Cities. I want to place a challenge for you, in order to become a Protégé of the city of Nokstela. Do you accept the challenge?"

Elias raised his head slowly, looking at the the place where Merida's eyes should be. This was it. Everyone have already done what they could to help him. It was time now for him to take action. His mouth opened, and everyone was relieved by his response.

"Yes.."

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percontaion-points · 7 months ago

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5 Survive chapters 37 & 38

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Chapter 37

“Red wasn’t there,” Arthur said. “But someone is paying her to say that she was, to set my dad up for a murder he didn’t commit. That’s right, isn’t it?” he asked, and how was his voice still gentle, his eyes still kind? “Someone paid you to do it, to swear under oath that you saw my dad there, to put him away.”

Red blinked again, her eyes spilling over, tears hot from the shame, sliding down her cheeks. Yes, that was it. The plan. No one was ever supposed to find out. No one. Red needed that money: pay off their debts, get her dad some real help, have the heating on this winter, maybe even think about college someday. But the money was long gone, the plan over the moment she’d told them she was the witness. Those were the rules.

“It’s true?!” Oliver asked, studying Red’s face, disgusted by her tears. “That’s a crime, Red. That’s perjury. What the fuck were you thinking? You can’t be that desperate for money!”

Spoken by somebody who has never once wanted for a goddamned thing in his life.

Red took a breath. “It’s Catherine Lavoy.”

Chapter 37 summary: Oliver obviously jumps all over Arthur. However, what likely would have been brushed off as another act of paranoia was witnessed by everybody else in the RV. Simon grabs Arthur and finds something in his back pocket, which is promptly tossed out the window. Arthur says that it wasn’t a bug/a microphone, but a light he planted on top of the RV. He’d used it to communicate with the sniper. There’s also only one sniper outside.

Arthur explains that he’s the son of the mafia man… The man who Red claims she saw leaving the park that night. However, he knows that Red was paid to give false testimony about what happened. But Red refused to crack under pressure… Including Maddy literally being shot.

Finally, Arthur demands to know who paid Red to tell this lie about his father. To which she says Oliver’s and Maddy’s mother, the lawyer on the case. Bro, she couldn’t even find somebody that she had zero connections with? JFC how goddamned STUPID is she?

Chapter 38

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, slapping himself on the chest. “Our mom is not a criminal.”

I think that the stupidest part about this is that Catherine has to know that this is going to look super bad WHEN everything comes out.

Not if. When.

Not only will this mafia guy walk free, but she AND Red will go to prison for all of this.

Edit from the end of the chapter: Catherine is 100% going to jail for all of this.

“My dad would never kill a cop. He’s smarter than that. It was one of John D’Amico’s rules: never kill police. It kept the heat off them. Your mom was captain of a police district.” Arthur stared at her. “No one would have touched her.”

“B-but,” Red stuttered. No, don’t take it away from her, she needed it. “Mrs. Lavoy said—”

THE BITCH FUCKING ASKED YOU TO PURJURE YOURSELF ON THE STAND. YOU’D FUCKING RISK JAILTIME.

YOU THINK THAT THE BITCH WOULDN’T BE ABOVE LYING TO YOUR FACE AND MANIPULATING YOU INTO GETTING WHAT SHE WANTS?!

JFC, I know that Red is 50 cents short of a dollar. But holy shit, I didn’t think that it was this bad.

Red tried to speak, tripping over her own breath, too fast, throat closing in around it. “With my mom. When she was killed.”

Chapter 38 summary: Oliver obviously protests against the idea that his mum had anything to do with this. But Red presses on and explains that Catherine offered her $20k in exchange for doing this. Oliver protests that they didn’t have that kind of money on hand.

Red goes on to explain that Catherine told her that the way this man had died was in the same way that her mother had been killed: execution style, two bullets to the back of the head. Red clings onto this idea, if only because it’s some measure of hope that they might one day catch the person who killed her mum. But Arthur says that the first rule in his mafia family is to never go after the police; it draws too much heat.

Arthur explains that there’s always been a leak in the DA’s office, somebody feeding them info. It’s how they knew about Red’s identity in this case, even though she was supposed to have been an anonymous witness. But he says that the way that they were contacted about Red being the witness was… bizarre. Instead of encrypted info, it came from a really specific email account with the DA’s office.

Red and Arthur begin to piece this together. Always have a way out of a situation. If Catherine couldn’t get a conviction on this case using Red’s false testimony… Then she would “leak” the fact that Red was the “witness”. The mafia would kill Red, and the police would uncover that the email had been sent from the other guy’s email address. The other guy being Catherine’s work rival, and the person standing in the way of her being the next DA.

This entire time, Oliver has been protesting that none of this is something that his mother would do; she’s not like that at all! However, Maddy finally tells him to shut up; that she doesn’t know what to think. As evidence of having had meetings with Catherine, Red says that Maddy’s personal ringtone on Catherine’s phone was a harp. But Oliver randomly says that it used to be a doorbell for Maddy for the longest time.

This sparks something in Red’s memory. The last time she talked to her own mother on the phone, she heard a doorbell in the background. However, the police told her that it couldn’t be possible, because her mum was not anywhere near a residential area when she was found dead, 10 minutes after her call with Red. But now Red goes to her own phone, scrolls through the default sounds on it, and finds the “doorbell” ringtone. It’s the exact sound Red heard four years ago on that call with her mum. And normally I’d say that this wouldn’t stand up in court. But holy shit, the evidence is kind of damning right now about why Catherine would want to throw Maddy under the bus… And maybe see her killed.

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seneon · 8 months ago

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SKETCHING SPIDERS ──── rayne ames x fem! reader.

about. whatever you draw on your skin, the same drawing will appear on your soulmate as well. ROYAL! AU. sfw + suggestive, reader's surname is archer, mentions of alcohol. wc of 3.2k.

notes. i'm experimenting. also first week of exams done i have math, business & accounting next week 😭😭

overcast clouds and the grey shades engulf the vast sky. you're seated in the royal room of a class for the children of nobles, fidgeting with a clean feather quill that was played by your fingers.

as usual, it is another boring day as an academic victim of the noble standards. in a classroom full of the descendants or the next heir of royal and noble families, they were all academically intelligent. for the future of their family, of course. that is no surprise, considering you have to study hard to maintain a good status in your family of nobles.

as the tutor continued to speak his mind out about philosophy or the sort, you looked around the classroom. for a high-class classroom, there sure is quite some dust in the high ceilings that nobody could reach up to.

you see many concentric circles woven by threads at the far corner, all meeting at one common centre. a genius idea then sprouted in your mind like the multi-legged creatures that created those corner ceiling webs.

the quill that you were just fiddling with became an item to use as your teacher rambled on and on about the stars and how to read them astrologically. you used it in a wiser way rather than write a bunch of fancy words into sketching. an act that only the royal artists could carry out.

first, you dipped your quill into the ink and lightly flicked the access ink off. then you lifted the sleeves of your lace coral pink dress, turning your left arm the other way. your seatmate, nora martin, watched in silence as her eyebrows scrunched in anticipation of what you were about to do with your lifted sleeves.

“what are you attempting to execute now, lady archer?” nora asked as you shot her a tiny smile. “just a teensy bit bored from mr. valac’s lessons. m’ gonna entertain myself.”

your seatmate, nora of the martin house, does not bat her eyelash or blink in your direction. this is common for her, just like buying groceries to cook.. or waking up to brush your hair with a wooden hairbrush made out of the best wood in the kingdom. she is used to your shenanigans, even if it meant to be a little bit rebellious during the process, such as dirtying your arm in boredom.

well either way, nobody is going to lift your sleeves to inspect your arm, for it is a crime in the law. at least, to people of nobility.

the ink does not easily dry on the surface of your arm, tainting your skin in a hue of black. the feather quill was quite ticklish too, sometimes it occasionally burns mildly against your skin as the tip of the feather drags along to create a small design with the ink.

once it dried, you showed nora your masterpiece. she actually fancied the result, thus praising how good you actually are at painting. for all that you know, your drawn masterpiece will not come off as easily as staining the tip of the quill in black ink.

it is going to be hard to wash it off. to wash the ink off.

“a spider?” kaldo gehenna asked as he inspected the drawing on the left arm of his subordinate. subordinate because the gehenna and the person he speaks to is of the same ranking in the military.

“how'd that appear?”

“i have no answer for you,” rayne ames, captain level replied as he too, inspected the mark that appeared on his arm. “i believe it appeared during the day.”

“i believe so too. i mean, you didn't have it when you dressed up this morning, did you?” kaldo placed his fingers in his chin, trying to find possible solutions as to where a random marking of a spider and a few strands of web marks came from. the military isn't one to have such markings.

now that it is night and it is time to rest and let loose if the days’ happenings, the ames undressed with his most trusted subordinate and the both of them are greeted with a marking of a spider on rayne’s arms.

the knights are only glad that they wore long sleeves. if it had been exposed, rayne was sure that his arm would be sliced off for having such a marking in his arm.

“i heard there is a legend where whatever your soulmate draws on her skin, it will appear on your skin too. perhaps your soulmate drew a spider on her skin,” the other captain said as he shrugged.

“why in the world would my soulmate draw on her arm? is she a fool?”

once again, the gehenna shrugged and carefully kept his knightly gears back to where they belong. “perhaps she was feeling bored, just like you at today's assembly. two bored souls. you can try to draw something small on your arm to see if that does anything or not.”

left in a plain white button up t-shirt and his black pants, kaldo took his belongings and waved his subordinate good-bye. “well, i hope you find your soulmate soon. you really need some romance in your life, rayne.”

when the ames went home, all he could do was stare at the spider marking on his arms. the only explanation he could gather was that his soulmate clearly used the black ink for writing to draw the insect on her arm. she didn't even try to erase the parts where it went wrong, she just drew on it to create spider webs.

his stoic golden honey eyes that were locked onto the mere insect. fingers slowly tracing over the outlines of the spider legs and the webs behind it. he admits it, his soulmate is good at drawing. perhaps she is a painter, an artist. someone who comes from a lineage of working for the royal family in the line of art.

but if she is his soulmate, why has she drawn something now? why has she not been leaving any suspicious or interesting marks on his skin in his eighteen years of living? why only now, when he was just assigned to the role of a captain in the royal military?

whatever the case, rayne ames could only keep brushing his fingers against the mark that appeared out of mere thin air. he needed to find the cause of this random marking soon.

the fifteenth birthday of the royal prince, mash burnedead. of course his family of princes would host a royal birthday party for him. and of course, all nobles are to attend the young boy's birthday celebration.

so are you and your family. your parents, who stood among all the other noble adults as you stand beside them, their mouths never ending to boast about how well you do in your academics and how well you are in arts.

as if you were their little doll to ramble on and on, you simply stood there with a tiny smile, your fingers occasionally pulling up the elbow gloves so it wouldn't reveal a single speck of the spider drawing you drew just the day before the party.

you already knew it wasn't going to come off easily, considering the quality of the ink is strong enough to stain your white satin curtains for weeks before fully coming out. your parents had forgotten to inform you about the upcoming party of the prince too, making your arm more difficult to cover up since your silk elbow glove is on the shorter side.

“father, mother, if i may excuse myself to the restroom for a few moments?” you asked in a voice that sounded like it was a beg. you just wanted out from the ordeal of having to stand for hours and listen to your parents indirectly praising you while your mouth is kept shut with no place to allow your tongue to twist and turn.

“of course, dear! be back soon, alright?” your mother replied as you nodded and took your elegant bow at them and also at the other noblemen that were lending an ear to your parents.

it was all a simple lie to get you out of this pathetic situation and to escape to somewhere where you can have your own fun and enjoy your own time, whether it being alone or finding another fellow noble that you know off, preferably someone from your class.

your preferences led you outside the ballroom, where it is far from a huge crowd, but filled with people who prefer to be outside the ballroom.

“lady archer! over here!” the monotonous voice which you recognised called out to you as a hand fan waved in the air, signalling for you to journey your way through the hallways to where nora stood.

you made your way through the velvet carpet and curtsied at your friend, before doing so to the guests around her.

“this is noir martin, my idiotic brother of the military army and his friends of the military, lord kaldo gehenna and lord rayne ames,” nora introduced as you curtsied once again.

“they are looking for women to cheer their champagne to,” a horrified expression formed on your friend's face as she pointed her fan towards her elder brother. “especially this man.”

noir held his hands in the air for defense. “hey hey, little sister. it is normal for men who want to find a beautiful wife, isn't it?”

“not if you're a captain leading an army of hundreds of soldiers! they usually perish in battle like the strong mighty soldier they are, honouring their kingdom.”

the martins conversed in an argumentative conversation, kaldo occasionally joining in. while you stood beside nora, covering your left arm. if not, you'd keep pulling your elbow glove up.

it was no surprise that the attentive ames was silently observing you, a gorgeous noblewoman who will soon benefit to the future of the kingdom. the ames is to, one day, serve you, since you are an honoured ally of the royal family.

“you seem to be anxious,” rayne said.

that voice. the honeyed, yet silky voice almost no one in the military dares to defy. it was an addictively dangerous voice to the hearts and souls of many women.

“oh uhm, i am quite anxious…” you averted his gaze, hands subconsciously moving to cover your arm as rayne's eyes followed your hands. “is there a problem with your arm? are you hurt?”

“no! i’m not!”

there it was. the little sneaky spider legs that peeked out from the edge of your satin piece, though unknown to the people around. there was one person that knew about it though. he just happened to blink before he could see the leg peeking out.

“if you insist…” the knight slowly nodded, his hands travelling to the same arm that the spider appeared.

how odd. he's technically doing the same thing you are doing. it's just a different direction to what other humans in the hallways perceive.

“my name is rayne ames, captain of the royal military army. my brother finn goes to the royal academy too,” he bowed.

you did your part to introduce yourself as a proper lady. like any other proper gentleman, rayne took your hands in his and gave your knuckles a chaste kiss.

something he did to your fingers made you flutter on the inside. it was as if he invited butterflies into your body just by his lips touching the silk of your glove. it was no different for the kiss. he kept it chaste, but there was an unexplainable reason that tells you it wasn't just a gentleman gesture he was showing you.

well, the night went past with your newly made friend from the military who shared a mutual amount of laughs and jokes with you throughout the night. what could possibly go wrong?

“sir! there's a spider on your hand!” the voice of a knight exclaimed as rayne glanced at his hands, his eyes widening a little before he attempted to slap it away.

but it does not go away.

it stays.

just like the spider drawing that randomly appeared out of nowhere, completely fading after a few days. but now, a new mark appears. and a new accusation arises.

“could it be his soulmate!?”

“lord ames, perhaps your soulmate is nearby!”

“you fancy spiders, captain?”

the male slapped his palms against his forehead at the words of his soldiers. surely the mark has to appear at a strategy meeting where he is specifically pointing at other nations. there couldn't be a better timing where his hands weren't in the view of other people.

now his darling soulmate has to draw on her hand, close to her thumb, the same silly spider drawing again that appears as a temporary marking to the ames.

as if one time wasn't enough for the rayne to embarrass him and allow his comrades to lose focus of their goals— the marks appear at many other times in situations where he couldn't control. all over his arm.

one night he sat down at his armchair, surrounded by the crackling sounds of the fire. rayne took kaldo’s idea, dipping his feather into washable ink and wrote a stop drawing on your arm with his quill.

a mere simple no formed. in response, rayne rolled his eyes, scoffing at how cocky the person on the other end is. he wanted to get this over with so his teammates would seal their mouth shut in the absence of a spider drawing randomly spawning on his skin.

it was hilarious, since it was only his left arm that received such a vulgar insect drawing. rayne gave up and put away his writing materials and went to slumber. he pray that the spider drawings would soon end and he would finally have peace in the army. and also to meet his soulmate who is so interested in spiders.

noir martin is officially wedded to a woman from the house of irvine, to a beautiful classmate of yours, lemon. and the world is to congratulate and celebrate the happiness of the newlywed.

“when am i be wedded to a handsome and strong man…” you muttered to yourself as you let out a sigh. “i could've sworn my soulmate wrote back to me.”

unfortunately your mutters were heard by rayne who stood beside you, serving as your escort for the day.

“oh? how do you already know your soulmate?”

“well. i draw. then he simply told me to stop drawing.”

rayne raised a brow. “if he's your soulmate, then why did he ask you to stop drawing?” in his mind, this soulmate of yours is an extremely selfish and rude man that doesn't deserve you at all.

“because i’m embarrassing him in front of his friends with my spiders.”

spiders.

“spiders?”

“spiders.”

his jaw slightly let loose. rayne couldn't focus on anything else other than to watch your lips move as you complained about your soulmate and spiders.

spiders are your new favourite thing to draw now ever since that boring day in your philosophy lesson.

rayne just happened to the extra canvas.

“my dearest lady y/n of the archer house,” the ames gently took your hand in his and bowed, remaining in his posture, he says, “may i commit a crime and steal you away for a few moment?”

a field of red roses tinted your cheeks red as you ceased the smile that threatened to surface.

“yes you may, lord ames.”

as you finished uttering your words, rayne took your hand to guide you through the huge and long halls of the martin estate. it was silent all the way and you felt nervous. as if there were thousands of spiders who slowly crawled up your back, giving you the chills yet the nervousness that embraced you.

he led you out the huge garden, never stopping until he reached the point where there were stone benches. being the gentleman he is, rayne told you to take a seat as he took off the white glove he wore on his left arm.

rayne took a seat himself, setting his gloves to the side. all while your eyes followed his actions, including the little mark that was just a bit above his pinky finger. you recognised that mark as you seemingly lit up upon seeing it.

“that's a—”

“spider.”

without hesitation, you took out your left arm’s glove. nobody is going to walk into the garden anyways, so it's safe to take off your glove. golden honey eyes immediately locking its gaze onto the same spider that was in the same exact position as the one on rayne's fingers.

“you’re my soulmate!” you exclaimed, gasping in the process.

the corner of rayne’ lips curved upwards a little as he nodded, his fingers tracing the spider that was imprinted on his fingers.

"so i am."

rayne ames is now tracing the undone spider sketches, smudging the ink all over your right thigh as you could feel his hot, ragged breath on your cheek. you faced the other way, your own breath heavy as you shifted in your position.

“trying to draw a spider on your thigh while i’m away on a mission by the king's orders tells me how much you miss me. how much you need me,” rayne said, his golden eyes staring into yours. “then you tried to sketch another in my presence, my lady. what are you trying to do?”

first of all, how did you get into this situation where both you are under the military captain as he cornered you?

long story short, you were out with your lady friends, and they were all drinking the night away. as your carriages came to pick you up and your lady-in-waiting cleaned you up after the night full of consuming the kingdom's finest alcohols, soberness left your mind.

the worst is the honoured son of the ames family arriving at your family's estate to give them an emergency visit. well you were not in a state to be speaking to guests, so you were kept in your room.

but rayne insisted on a visit to his beloved darling, and he too, ended up being drunk from the alcohol that you shoved into his mouth with the bottle that you sneaked in the house.

“i need you… and you need me too,” you muttered, lazy eyes scanning all over the white button up t-shirt that rayne wears. how it would be so easy to just tear them open right now.

“do i have you to myself?” rayne set his head at the crook of your neck, shifting up so his mouth comes in contact with your shoulders. the man slightly pulled down the lace sleeves, exposing your bare shoulders to him.

with rayne's lips on your shoulders, you hummed under your breath, resulting in a kiss.

“you are my woman. my soulmate, y/n.”

“forever yours,” you whispered into his ears as he continued to press chaste kisses onto your shoulder, his other hand leaving your sketched and messy thigh to snake it around your waist.

“i’m going to kiss you until those spiders all over your body are all messy. and you will do the same to me, darling.”

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