#one piece tatch

[foralternateuniverses]

Finally finished Ace's novels and I've unlocked a new ship

I just think Thatch and Banshee should smooch (I'm calling ti Thaban)

[moonie-moon-o7]

Whitebeard Pirates Incorrect Quotes

Ace: Hi, I'm Ace, and only you can prevent forest fires... seriously, it has to be you. I'm sure as hell not gonna do it.

You: I need a long word. Ace: T-rex but the long one.

Marco: Where are your parents? You: What are parents? Tatch: That’s just about the saddest thing I've ever heard.

Tatch: It’s Pride Month, you know what that means! Ace: I get to eat as many Skittles as I want? Tatch: What? No! What has the rookie been telling you? You, walking in, pouring Skittles into your mouth: Taste the rainbow, bitch.

Ace: How long do you reckon it’ll be until the rookie finally snaps and commits murder? Marco: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

Tatch: WHO ATE MY BREAD?! Tatch: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K- You: I did? Tatch: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Kid. Tatch: *walks away* You: You: He's gone Ace. Ace, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Twankh uh!

You: If you aren't someone the church wanted dead 300 years ago, are you really living?

Marco: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night. You: All I drank were Redbulls! Marco: How many? You: Eighteen.

You: I wanna sleep for 40 hours. Marco: You know that's called a coma, right? You: You: That sounds so refreshing, I could totally go for a light coma right now.

Tatch: What do we say when life disappoints us? You: Called it! Izou: No.

Tatch: Hey, You? I need advice. You: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

Teach: Go to hell! You: Where do you think I come from?

You: If I die, you can have what little I own. Izou: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? You: My unending existence is fuelled by pure spite, that of which the painful experiences of life have rendered me full. Marco: Marco: *Sighs* Let me call your therapist again.

[lumni-chan]

One piece AU where the devil fruits users can see the pasts users.

So Sabo, eating the mera-mera, start to have the Ace ghost annoying him 24/7.

I don't think blackbeard is having a great time.

[pineapple-penguins]

I love the colour I added to this fanart.

(I hope it doesn't bother the real fanart artist)

[breezeowci]

[vay99]

Ace x reader

Modern AU

Studying you

Anime/Manga: One Piece

Ace is fast asleep on his desk, noiseless sleeping through the lesson. Marco keeps an eye on his friend so he doesn't get into trouble, quietly laughing to himself as he puts sticky notes on Aces face. 

"As I announced last week, we'll be doing a project. I've already chosen the partners, there won't be changes."

"Should I wake him?" Marco asks himself, assuming that they'll get teamed up anyways he decides to let his friend sleep. 

"Marco and Tatch, Ace and (y/n)..." 

"Mhm?!" Ace, shakes his head, trying to avoid Marcos poking. 

"Dude, wake up." 

But no chance. 

"Broooo." 

Nop, must need a miracle. Just then the bell rings, the teacher tries to keep everyone from stroming out but no chance. It's the last period, who wouldn't sprint home? Well, you didn't. 

Approaching the two friends in the last row you notice that Ace is asleep. 

"The usual?" 

"The usual." Marco sighs. 

"I'll wake him up, he probably doesn't even know we got pared up for the history project." you explain, ruffling his hair. 

"Mhm, stop that mom." 

You immediately freeze while Marco bursts into laughter, causing Ace to wake up. 

"What is it? (y/n)?" Ace squeals, accidentally falling off the chair. 

"I just wanted to tell you that we got paired up for the project." you explain, while the flustered boy picks himself up from the ground. 

"Sure, nice sounds that. I mean! That nice sounds! I-" 

"You can meet up at Aces house tomorrow, after school, right Ace?" Marco helps out his friend. 

"Yes, sure, totally, absolutely." 

"See you tomorrow then sleepy head." you wave goodbye to your friends, saving Ace from more embarrassment. 

"Why can't I talk to her like a normal person?" Ace sinks back onto the ground again. 

"Dude, that's the least problem right now, you called her mom." Marco reminds him, kneeling next to his friend. 

"I did WHAT?!" Ace sits up straight. "Please bury me." 

*Next day after school*

"I can't be alone with her!" Ace whisper yells at his friend who's pushing him towards you. 

"Yoi! Here's your Ace. Have fun!" Marco immediately runs off, leaving a flustered Ace and confused you behind. 

"Sooo, should we go?" you ask, whipping forth and back on your feet. 

"Sure." he says, head turned away from you. 

"It's been a while since I've visited you the last time."

"It is..." Ace thinks back to the first time you visited him. You just moves to his neighborhood and had no friends yet, so your parents thought it'd be nice if you'd become friends. 

At first you got along pretty good but after a year in school your interests driften apart, so you grew more more distant. You'd still hang out at school from time to time but in private you barely saw each other. Aces huge ass crush wasn't helping at all, if anything he distanced himself even more to get you out off his head. 

"There we are." Ace says, opening the front gate, letting you pass first. "My brothers are at home as well, I hope that doesn't bother you." 

"Of course not, what were their names again... Luffy and, oh, Sabo!" you remember, right then Luffy opens the door. 

"Hi Ace! Dinner is ready! Oh who's this?" the enthusiastic boy grins at you. 

"I'm (y/n)." 

"Are you Ace's girlfriend?" 

"Uh, no, I'm-" 

"Ace come on the food will get cold." Luffy interrupts you and pulls his brother inside. 

You're joining the three brother for dinner, Sabo still remembers you, unlike Luffy. 

While Ace and Sabo clean everything up Luffy bombards you with thousands of questions. 

"Isn't that the girl you have a huge crush on~" Sabo nudges Aces side. 

"Please shut up." Ace groans, sinking onto the ground in frustration. "Luffy will ruin all of my chances with her." 

"I beg to differ." Sabo chuckles. 

"Ace is the best brother! Next to Sabo of course, even though Ace isn't as smart as him. But he always cooks food for me and let's me play his video games." Luffy praises his brother. 

"I didn't know you could cook Ace, you should teach me someday." you laugh, making Luffy explode with happiness. 

"Can I eat it then?????" this boys brain has food as only information inside of it. 

"Congrats, that sounds like a date." Sabo pats his brothers shoulder while you're getting strangled by Luffys hug. "If she survives. 

"Oi Luffy!" Ace pulls his brother away. 

"Your brothers are really, lively?" you say as you enter Aces room, ready to start the project. 

"Yeah, sorry about that." Ace feels like drowning in embarrassment, but he has no time for that. 

"Yo what are you doing?" Luffy immediately slams the door open. 

"We're working on a history presentation." you answer, while Ace starts his Laptop. 

"School stuff is boring. Bye." Luffy leaves as fast as he came. 

"They're annoying." Ace mumbles under his breath as he starts the PowerPoint window. 

Working for two hours straight with no interruption and full productivity had you two grow tired by now. Aces head is already laying on the laptop, adding lots of N's to annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... 

"Hey Ace. Ace?" looking up from the book you notice that your friend fell asleep and immediately save the laptop and presentation from the attack. "How can someone fall asleep so fast, we were talking just a minute ago." /He looks too peaceful to wake him now/

Looking threw his room you notice a picture on his wall, you two when you were younger. Smiling you take the picture in your hands, remembering how fun it used to be to hang out.

"This must be five years old or something." you turn it around, to srr ig there's a date on the back, only to find a handwritten note. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From 15 year old me to future me;

My mom just gave me this picture, it's already been a year since I distanced myself from her. I'm not brave enough to do it yet so if you, future Ace, read this:

Confess. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh my-" you can't help but stare at the words and read them over and over again. /It's been two years, does he maybe... still?/

"What- Oh no I fell asleep again." Ace yawns, making you hidr the photo behind your back, instead of just putting it back which was a really smart move. 

"Yeah, you were really fast asleep." you chuckle nervously, unsure how to behave. 

"Sorry." Ace rubs his neck, slightly embarrassed. 

"No worries." 

"It's already late, I'll bring you home." Ace says, noticing the sun setting. 

"Oh." but you don't wanna go. "We don't have school tomorrow, we could do something else. Like we used to." 

"Like we- Oh. Sure, uhm, wanna, wanna watch a movie ooor, what about." Ace pulls out random video games to come up with suggestions. "Or what do you wanna do?" 

His black, messy hair, the freckles hidden by his blush, his dark eyes filled with confusion and hope. This made you loose your mind for a moment. 

"I feel like studying something else right now." you eye his lips, taking a few steps towards him. 

"Like what?" 

As if everything else blends away you bet everything upon that one card. 

"You." 

"But there's nothing interesting about me." Ace claims, now completely read as you hand him the picture. "Oh no, no no nonononoooo. You didn't, no, how, why. Im sorry, uh." 

"Ace." you cup his cheeks. "Calm down." resting your forehead against his he calms down. "I'd do it but since you've promised your younger self I let you go first. If you still feel the same." 

The last sentence took the most strength out of you. 

Taking a few deep breaths Ace pulls himself together. "I like you (y/n). I've always did and I still do." 

"I like you too Ace." you smile at him, kissing his nose. 

Letting out a relieved laugh Ace wraps his arms around you and falls onto his bed, laying on top of you, face buried in your neck. 

"Please tell me you didn't fell asleep." 

"No but I've just put all of my energy in this confession, I've got none left." Ace mumbles, his breath tickling your neck. 

"Then we'll study another time~" you play with his hair, growing comfortable in this position. Ace is like a heater, or like a big cat, or a big teddy bear. But one thing is for sure, his cuddles are the best.

[johnvenus]

ONE PIECE 1063 SPOILERS

[tatch-4komdiv-blog]

Мы всегда будем связаны, ты всегда услышишь мой голос...

[marco-the-phoenixx]

После продолжительного полета с Мугиварой и Сатчем на спине, опережая шторм.

Сатч: *лежит лицом в палубу* я умер...

Марко: *пнул Сатча* подъем, хватит ребенку психику ломать, актер хренов, йой

Сатч: Мааааркооо, за чтоо?

Марко: встань и хватит придуриваться, ты слишком живой для трупа, йой

Сатч: я просто живой труп...и тут удобно

[hyleria]

sooo, I have some inspiration these days and I would love to write either a fanfiction or a drabble book ? But in the same time I have so much exam coming and I don’t have the time at all to write anything and it makes me so sad. I have to find enough time to start I guess. - -´

Anyway, if I do find the time I will definitely write something on One Piece (and ngl the relations will be either : Marco/Ace, Marco/Sabo, Ace/Sabo or Marco/Ace/Sabo) (and I will put some Tatch/Izo bc I ship them so much).

(credit : person who draw it ? found it on pinterest)

[aquariumdrunkard]

The Aquarium Drunkard Show: SIRIUS/XMU (7pm PST, Channel 35)

Via satellite, transmitting from northeast Los Angeles — the Aquarium Drunkard Show on SIRIUS/XMU, channel 35. 7pm California time, Wednesdays.

Intro ++ Bernard Chabert – Il Part En Californie ++ Emmanuel Brun – La Voix Psychédélique ++ Pugh Rogefeldt – Love, Love, Love ++ Bernard Estardy – Cha Tatch Ka ++ Jean-Claude Vannier – Katmandou 8 ++ Serge Gainsbourg – Panpan Cucul ++ Erasmo Carlos – Sorriso Dela ++ RK Nagati – De l’Orient à l’Orion ++ Haruomi Hosono – Bara Tu Yaju ++ Lijadu Sisters – Life’s Gone Down Low ++ Yura Yura Teikoku – Beautiful ++ Brigitte Bardot – Contact ++ Scientist – Drum Song Dub ++ Linda McCartney – Sugartime ++ El Gusano – Work Your Hand To The Bone ++ Ellen Mcllwaine – Pinebo (My Story) ++ Nina Simone – Funkier Than A Mosquito’s Tweeter ++ The Persuasions & Friends – Here Comes Sunshine ++ Breakout – Warm Up My Lips ++ Stone Coal White – You Know ++ Daniel Mathieu – C’Etait En Beau Dimanche ++ Mark Fry – Song For Wilde ++ Marc Bolan – Shake It Winged One (Home Demo) ++ Kevin Ayers – May I? ++ Tex Crick – Peaches & Cream ++ Frank LoCrasto – Simple Times ++ Evan Cheadle – No Love Lost ++ Alex Izenberg – To Move On ++ The Sha La Das – Open My Eyes ++ Henri Texier – ‘Les Là-Bas’ ++ Düngen – Franks Kaktus ++ Stereolab – Spacemoth (Demo) ++ Julian Gasc – Canada | piece, Christo and Jeanne-Claude

[aokijitard]

Tatch - One Piece Color

[reeleef]

[randomshitwhenimhigh]

I read one piece

I read last chapter

Damn Roger, he's so likeable damnit. He'd have been such a good dad for Ace, loved him. When he goes running with that gianormous grin, so Luffy like.

I love Luffy.

Also, they're all friends they fight and then party together I love this shit, thanks Oda for this flashback, we've been blessed.

Buggy, that bad motherfucker, he saw through Teach right from the start, and wtf he doesn't sleep, that explains the ugly piece of shit he calls face

Like, fuck that dude, whitebeard took him as a son, he had so many siblings who liked him and he goes and fucking kills Tatch, and calls himself BLACKBEARd like fuck you! And he gives Ace up to the Marines, and kills whitey-chan to have his fruit *spoiler alert*

Fuck that ugly ass stinky asshole piece of shit, and his beard.

About oden, he's so lovable, they all warmed up to him so fast, and he wants to help Roger on his last trip, because Roger only wanted to go all around the world to be the biggest pirate, he's iconic. Also, loved the "Roger was here lol" on skypiea

I've maple syrup on my screen ew

Also, the fight between whitebeard and Roger was so fucking cool, the way they didn't even clashed luffy's still so far from that level, I saw a post the other day about how old people in one piece are the strong ones, unlike other shonen. So the adults are stronger than the kids and that's real, like garp? Tsuru? Zoro? Zoro's like 800.

I don't want this flashback to end yet, but I also want to know what's up with luffy. I want Marco and whitebeards crew with Izo to appear at the end, Izo! Reunited with I don't remember her name, her little sister? That cool samurai. And like they train the strawhats cause they're still too young and yes! Time skip, love that, please I want Marco, and Vista training Zoro.

[vintagexparker]

atlantis |T.H.|

i saw a post on instagram that had tom as milo and i thought it was really cute and it gave me an idea to write about it. it’s a lot longer than i anticipated... but its cute. i hope you like it. request are always open.

word count: 1643

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Disney finally decided to make a live-action version of Atlantis and to say people were excited would be an understatement. Not only did they decided to make the movie, the furthered fans excitement by casting Tom Holland to play the nerdy linguistic expert Milo Tatch.

Once that news had been realised, fans were destroyed to find out who would be playing Kida, princess and queen of Atlantis. Little did anyone know that you was cast as Kida, and it was going to stay that way until the trailers and premiere came out.

As a precaution, they even hid you casting away from Tom, knowing that the minute he found out that the whole mystery behind my identity would be found out.

The reason for hiding was because no one knew what kind of reaction to get from the fans, some were on board of my casting while others said they "would have anyone else except for (y/n)". Obviously Tom was bound to find out and it was only matter of time before people knew but it was best to keep it hidden for a whole. ——————————————————————————— ~Tom's POV~ "come one guys, just tell me! Please, I promise I won't tell anyone, my lips are sealed" I begged looking at the casting director Julie.

"Tom, as much as we want to tell you, you're terrible at secrets anyway, calm down, you'll find out today. Today's the day Milo and the rest of the gang meet the Atlantians, therefore meaning he meets Kida, now leave me alone", Julie said laughing before walking away.

FINALLY!!!! I've been waiting for this moment from the minute I was cast! I've had so many thoughts of who could possibly play the Atlantian princess, but I was no closer to guess who she was.

"HARRISON", I yelled running at my best mate as he walked into the room. "Guess what?" I asked him practically bouncing with excitement. I know it's something stupid to get excited over, but the two of us have been trying to figure it out for ages. All the other cast's names were announced except for this one persons and i'm a curious person.

"What?" He asked, not interested in what I have to say.

"We finally get to meet the actress playing Kida today," I said waiting for a reaction.

"Tom, that's amazing for you, but I already know who she is, just like everyone else on set, you're the only one who doesn't know, but i'm proud of you mate, you're really going to like her", he said with a wink before walking away.

If he thinks he can just walk away without telling me, he's so wrong. "HARRISON, WAIT!" I yelled running behind him

——————————————————————————— ~Your POV~

It was finally time to start filming for Atlantis, you had met the other members of the cast and worked with them, knowing there was no way they could spoil the surprise of who I am. The only person I haven't met yet was Tom. Hell, I've even met his best friend Harrison.

I've been nervous to meet Tom, since I found out I had the part. He is an amazing actor and such a sweetheart, and I would be lying if I didn't find him kinda cute. I mean who wouldn't.

I was lost in my thoughts of how this day is going to play out, or how Tom was going to react when my assistant and good friend, Lisa opened the door

"Hey girl, you ready to go?" She asked leaning on the door frame.

"Uh, yeah, I just have to grab my phone and bag, give me like 30 seconds," I said getting up from my spot on the bed.

"Okay hun, tell me what's wrong," she asked walking into the room and sitting on the bed.

"Nothings wrong", I said closing my closet door and grabbing my coat and leaving before she could ask more question.

The car ride to the studio was silent and I was too busy mentally preparing for the costumes and the wigs I was gonna have to wear and the overexcitement of finally being on set. If I'm gonna be honest I was trying to think of everything except for meeting Tom.

What if he didn't like me? What if I wasn't as good as his past co-stars? What if he wasn't expecting me to be the person cast? What if he wanted Zendaya?

I started to spiral and before I knew it, Tom consumed my thoughts.

When we reached the set, I was ushered straight into my dressing room, getting prepared and dressed in my costume. I sat in my chair for what felt like forever. When they finally finished I looked just like the cartoon, white hair with tie in the front, beautifully applied makeup that gave my eyes the perfect up-turned look, and carefully placed tattoos under my eyes. The makeup artist and hairstyles are miracle workers.

I got up, taking off the robe I was sitting, exposing the two piece costume I was wearing and threw on a jacket and slides, knowing I wouldn't need them the second we started to film.

Walking out of the trailer, yelling a thank you to everyone in there, I made my way to set, not knowing what was to happen.

——————————————————————————— ~Tom's POV~

I fidgeted in my chair, twisting and turning to see who this actress was. We were supposed to start filming in a bit, and I couldn't see anyone dressed as Kida and I was starting to get anxious. I overheard people saying that the actress in question looked amazing in the costume and makeup, and how she looked so much like the original character, and I was getting upset that I couldn't join in. I pulled out my phone and started playing on it. Sam and I have a game of cup pong going on and I might as well try anything to distract me. Just as I took my shot the doors to the studio opened and I heard a mumbled sorry and apologies for being late. I looked up and I was finally able to see who was playing Kida, and everything everyone said was right, she really did look like a princess.

—————————————————————————— ~Your POV~

And I'm late. Of course. "Hey everyone, sorry I'm late, didn't realize the time and I took my time walking over here, sorry" I mumbled walking toward the current scene, the one where Kida and Milo meet for the first time, which was ironic, because this is the first time i'm meeting Tom.

I walk over to where Tom was seated and sat in the chair that was left for me, turning and looking at Tom.

"Hi, I'm (y/n)", I said as she turned around to look at me.

"I know who you are, you're an amazing actress. I'm so glad to be working with you", he said with the biggest smile on his face.

If I'm gonna be honest, I think I'm gonna like filming this movie.

—————————————————————————— ~Tom's POV~ The shooting for the film has finally come to a close and we just finished our press tours, just about ready for the premiere.

Working with (y/n) has been the best experience I've had. Working with her was amazing and she was amazing and wow, she was just awesome. I've been trying to find a way to ask her out, but every time I get the chance I choke up and never get the words out... it's only a matter of time though, the premiere is coming up and if I don't ask her she'll probably end up going with someone else.

"Uh, hey Tom", I heard a mumble from behind me, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Hey, (y/n), what's up?" I asked with concern not liking the worried look on her face.

"Okay, well here goes nothing, wouldyouwanttogototheatlantispremierewithme?" She said really quickly.

"Of course, that would literally be the best thing ever," I said jumping up and kissing her, taking both (y/n) and I in shock.

"Uh, um... sorry," I mumbled scratching the back of my neck

"No don't worry. If I knew you were going to do that, I would've asked you sooner," she said with a chuckle.

"Oh and don't forget to wear something cute to the premiere," she said as she started to walk away.

—————————————————————————— ~Your POV~ the day of the premier came round sooner than thought, and before I knew it, Tom was knocking on my door, telling me it was time to go.

I took one more glance in the mirror and was . pleased with the beautiful blue dress, that was designed in a way to represent Kida.

I opened the door and there stood Tom in a beautiful black suit and a blue tie to match my dress, and as always Tom look amazing.

"You look gorgeous," he said placing a kiss on me check before leading me to the elevator.

The red carpet was a mess of screaming fans, photos, and interviewers. The good news was that everyone loved seeing me as Kida, and Tom as Milo, and they were excited for the relationship between our two characters.

Tom and I made it, and delt with all the cameras and flashes, freaking people out with the news of our relationship, and they loved it.

They loved us, they loved the movie, they love the clothes, there was nothing negative said.

At the end of the night, when Tom and I got back to the hotel, we stayed in my room, curled up on the bed watching Netflix, because even with all the flashing lights and the shinny things, Tom was the only thing I needed. —————————————————————————— and this was wayyyyy too long and i got a bit carried away... anyway, I hope you like it

[max-is-tired]

Run Boy Run (This World Is Not Made For You) 1/2

Pairing: None here, platonic Logince in the next chapter.

Word Count: 2.012

Trigger warnings: Implied character death, nothing else that I can think of??

Notes: Here is the second part of my Atlantis AU, in which Logan is nothing like the original Milo Tatch and the museum's board of directors barely avoids getting murdered by an angry researcher, probably. (Also, I hurt myself writing the first part of this chapter. You're welcome.)

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“Dad?”

Startled, William looks up from his desk, eyes rimmed red with fatigue behind his glasses. He’s been working almost nonstop since morning, analyzing and translating photos of mysterious artefacts and old manuscripts over and over again. But the only thing he seems to have gotten out of it are a sore back and a mess of papers and documents that’ll be a pain in the arse to put back in order.

William immediately spots his son, his head peeking from behind the studio’s door. Smiling, he motions him closer, stretching his arms out to try and remove some of the muscle pain. Silently, Logan enters the room and shuts the door, before padding across the thick carpet covering the floor to his father’s side.

“Hey Lo,” his father murmurs, picking him up and gently placing him on his lap, “what’re you doing still up? I thought you had gone to bed a while ago.”

Still silent, Logan quietly scoots closer to his father’s chest, holding his teddy bear –Mr Crofters, a gift from his mother before she passed away- in his arms. “Couldn’t sleep,” he mumbles sleepily, barely biting back a yawn, “felt lonely.”

William sighs, leaning back into his chair. “Sorry kid,” he apologizes, idly combing a hand though his son’s hair, “I lost track of time. Papa’s got a lot of work to do.”

“It’s late though. Papa needs to sleep.” Logan protests, yawning. “You can do work tomorrow.”

“Just five more minutes.” Tries his father, thinking about all the material he still has to study and that old Norwegian shield with those strange inscription that might just be the final piece he needs to complete the puzzle –he’s so close, William knows it. He can’t stop now, not after all the sacrifices and closed doors he has had to endure in his life. He’ll show them, shove the proof right onto their faces if he needs to, he’ll prove that he had been right all along even if it kills him-

Logan grabs onto his arm, shaking his head. “That’s five minutes too long!” he complains, his face scrunched up into that stubborn pout that reminds William so much of Sherry- Logan’s mother, his partner, the one that had believed in him even when everybody else had decided to turn their back on him. “Sleep is important, you taught me that.”

Sighing, William throws one last, longing look at his papers, scattered messily on his desk. He knows his son and he’s aware that, at this point, the kid won’t give up until they’re both in bed, sleeping.

“Alright, alright you little rascal.” He finally concedes, shaking his head with a defeated smile on his face, “I swear you act so much like your mother it scares me sometimes.”

“What do you mean?”

Picking him up, William chuckles. “She had to barge into my studio almost every night, because I never paid attention to how late it was,” he explains, ruffling his son’s hair, “and if I tried to protest, she would literally pester me or even start dragging me out by force until I caved and agreed to go to sleep.”

“Really?!” Logan giggles, sleepiness momentarily forgotten, “can you tell me more about her?” he asks, almost tentatively.

William smiles, kissing his son’s head. “Of course, kiddo.” He murmurs, closing the studio’s door behind them.

(Later, when Logan is finally asleep in his bed with Mr Crofters firmly clutched in his hold, William finds himself staring at his son with a melancholic smile on his face. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gingerly picks up an old frame from the nightstand. From the photo, his wife smiles at him, as beautiful as he remembers her to be.

“I’ll prove them all wrong, Sherry,” he promises, “just you wait.”)

“-and that is why I firmly believe it is our duty as men of science to do everything in our power to retrieve the Shepherd’s Journal and, finally, uncover the secret behind the myth of Atlantis and his mysterious power source.”

Silence falls, and Logan finally lets out a breath he hasn’t even realized he’s been holding. His stance relaxes, his shoulder slumping slightly, and he nods to himself. With a speech like this, only a fool would refuse his proposal.

Sadly, he’s very much aware of just how many fools are part of the museum’s board of directors.

Logan sighs, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it from those foolish thoughts –it doesn’t work, not completely, but he decides to ignore it. He has a presentation to give, an expedition to organize and a long lost civilisation to –hopefully- bring back to the light of day for everyone to see.

This time, Logan knows he’ll be able to convince the board. They asked for proof, for something that could really justify an expedition tasked with finding a place, until now, named only in legends and fairy tales. And he got it, the result of long nights spent researching facts, traducing old texts, and consulting his father’s notes and discoveries for new, interesting leads.

The only missing piece is the Shepherd’s Journal, buried somewhere on the southern coast of Iceland –not Ireland, as a very superficial translation had formerly stated. He often wonders how utterly stupid whoever originally deciphered it had had to be, to be able to confuse two letters so different like that.

However, that won’t be a problem for long. Once they finally manage to retrieve the Journal, it will be only a matter of time until they find Atlantis for good.

The phone suddenly rings, abruptly snapping Logan out of his thoughts. Groaning, he leans over the blackboard to grab the receiver, trying –and failing- to not get chalk on his shirt. “Cartography and Linguistics, Logan Sanders speaking. How may I be of help?”

On the other side of the line, an angry voice starts ranting –in a very crude and unnecessary manner, Logan notes while barely holding back an irritated sigh- about the absence of warm water and properly-working heating.

“Please remain in line for a few moments.” He answers, voice carefully neutral. Silently, Logan walks towards the boiler on the other side of the room and quickly turns a few valves, before hitting it with a nearby spanner.

“Is this more adequate?” he asks, grabbing the receiver once again. Logan listens quietly as whoever called yells at him some more, biting back a few choice words he would really like to share with them –he can’t get himself thrown out of the museum, not now that he’s so close to reaching his goal.

When they finally hang up, Logan puts back the receiver, barely containing his irritation. He’s a linguist, a researcher, probably one of the most intelligent and resourceful men this museum has to offer –and he’s not saying it out of vanity or narcissism. It’s a fact, a certainty, something as obvious as the colour of the sky or the presence of oxygen in the atmosphere.

He should not be stuck in a little office –if it could even be called one- in the basement of the museum, forced to spend all day answering angry calls about the absence of warm water in the rest of the building and taking care of an old and battered boiler. He deserves to do more, he wants to do more.

Hopefully, today he’ll finally be able to get out of there for good. One way or another.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Logan starts picking up all the papers and documents piled up on his desk, mentally listing off what he needs as he goes. Once he’s sure he has everything necessary for his presentation –he checks everything twice, just to be sure- he nods, takes a steadying breath and turns around, ready to climb the stairs that will take him out of the basement.

However, before he can get out his eyes land on an old frame on his desk, his parents smiling widely at him from the photo. Logan’s gaze softens, and he finds himself picking up the frame with a little, sad smile on his face.

“Mom, dad,” he murmurs, bittersweet melancholy swimming in his voice, “I’ll make it this time, just you wait.”

Suddenly, a strange “whoosh” sound attracts his attention, his gaze snapping to the pneumatic tube in the corner. Logan grabs the capsule, a little irritated at whoever thought it was a good idea to send him a communication now that he has a presentation to give. Then, he reads the notice, and his blood immediately runs cold.

Dear Mr Sanders, this is to inform you that your meeting today has been moved up form 4:30 pm to 3:30 pm.

“What?”

He has barely managed to read the first notice, that another “whoosh” echoes in the otherwise silent basement. Logan is starting to have some idea of where this whole thing is going, and he doesn’t like it one bit. Slowly, he picks up the second capsule, hoping against hope to be wrong. But apparently, he’s not so lucky.

Dear Mr Sanders, due to your absence the board has voted to reject your proposal. Have a nice weekend, Mr Harcourt’s office.

Logan stares at the notice, eyes wide in disbelief. Then, surprise is replaced by anger, boiling in his veins like liquid fire.

“This is enough!”

“Mr Harcourt!” Logan calls, marching down the halls of the museum. The few people in the area are quick to step aside and let him pass, intimidated by the downright murderous expression on the young man’s face.

On the other side of the hall, Mr Harcourt visibly startles, eyes wide in surprise –it’s obvious he and the other members of the board thought they could get out of the museum before Logan could find any of them. He quickly pulls himself out of his shock tough, and doesn’t waste any time in bolting down the corridor towards the exit.

But Logan is a man on a mission, and he quickly reaches the man at the entrance of the museum, where a carriage is waiting for him –the fact that Mr Harcourt is actually quite short, and his quick pace is nothing compared to Logan’s long and rage-driven strides, helps quite a lot.

“Mr Harcourt!” Logan repeats, grabbing the door of the carriage to stop him from closing it, “I demand an explanation!”

Mr Harcourt sighs, clearly irritated. “Look Mr Sanders, this museum funds scientific expeditions based on facts, not legends and folklore.”

“Atlantis is not a legend!” Logan bristles, barely containing himself from grabbing the collar of the other man’s coat, “There is more than enough evidence to prove it! and if you would just listen to me-”

“Enough!” Mr Harcourt suddenly exclaims, interrupting Logan’s rant, “You have a lot of potential, Logan. Don’t throw it all away chasing fairy tales like your father did.”

At that Logan freezes, body completely still. Then, he suddenly relaxes, and when he looks at the other man once again his expression is unreadable, completely devoid of any emotion.

“If this is really what you think, then I won’t waste anymore of your time.” He says, reaching into his pocket and slapping an envelope on Mr Harcourt’s face.

“W-What is this?!” the man stammers.

“My letter of resignation.” Logan explains, voice neutral. “Since it appears none of you idiots have enough common sense to listen to a proposal sustained by facts and a meticulous research, there is no reason for me to stay here and continue to be your little slave down in the basement. If you won’t fund this expedition, I will find another way to retrieve the Journal.”

“You can’t be serious! You’ll flush your career down the toilet!” argues Mr Harcourt, clearly outraged. But Logan ignores him, slamming the carriage’s door shut.

“We’ll see who’ll have the last laugh, Mr Harcourt.” He replies, before turning around and leaving the museum once and for all.

He’ll find another way to get to Atlantis, come hell or high water.

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