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solanj · 3 years ago

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Gatewatch&Co playing DnD

Jace

Jace is the forever DM. His plotlines are extremely well thought-trough and his puzzles are exquisite. Prefers detective-style stories and is great at setting up the intrigue. Players never can guess too early. He knows ALL the rules. Is prepping meticulously. He is that type of GM that will hand out actual letters or trinkets to players, if they happen to find them. Every NPC, every plotline, every bit of PC's backstories are accounted for and weaved into the planned narrative. (Of course it all always end up completely derailed) Actively uses illusions for both descriptions and combat and everyone just LOVES that. Still insists on having actual minis, though. After some persuasion from the party agreed to use telepathy to tell players the "only your character knows that" info, which drove his intrigue even further.

Chandra

Chandra usually plays a hotheaded sorcerer. Gender and age may vary, but the sorcerer always falls for whomever Nissa is playing at the moment. Is the most enthusiastic of the group and the #1 reason Jace's thought-through plots get derailed. Because she always invents something crazy and drags the rest into it and even she never knows what her character is going to do until she opens her mouth to declare it. Due to it has the most dead characters among the party - Jace isn't a harsh GM, but he never fudges his rolls. Chandra doesn't sweat it, though, she just brings a new sorcerer next session. She generally ensures a goofy, light-hearted atmosphere and doesn't like it when stories go too dark or dramatic. Never waits for others to make a plan before heading into combat. Has the quickest combat turns.

Nissa

Nissa only agreed to play because Chandra was SO enthusiastic about it that Nissa just hadn't the heart to say "no". She ended up loving it. Doesn't speak much at the table (and her characters are always the quite ones), but has the most carefully crafted backstories. Only uses third-person style, but never speaks out of character during the play time. Actually knows the rules very well and never blunders, but also never engages in rules arguments when they happen. Once all the revelations from her backstory come through her character ends up being everyone's favourite, remembered for a long time.

Gideon

Gideon only plays because he thinks that a common bonding activity such as this is great for the Gatewatch's dynamics. Is usually the one to bring in snacks and to help Jace tidy everything up after the session. Plays martial tanky protective characters, usually goes with the options that PHB recommends. Likes to strategize in-game. Isn't good at roleplaying but is trying his best and everyone appreciates it. Was actually sad when Liliana left the party since her character made it easier for him to engage in conversations and decision-making due to her teasing and provocative nature. (No one knows if that was intentional on her part)

Teferi

Teferi prefers GM'ing but doesn't have the time to prep and run the whole campaign. So he usually runs rather short adventures. He leans towards more humorous style and is a great improviser. Likes to give his players maximum freedom and allows them to goof around all they want, but still manages to make the plot work. His NPCs are usually witty, he does different (and often exagerrated) voices for each of them and players tend to engage into social side of the game a lot because the dialogue scenes with him are just so enjoyable. Loves to mess with the players. Adds red herrings, makes NPS pretend to believe the player's bluff only to reveal the truth at the best possible moment later, hands out tricky magical items (most players learned to NEVER draw cards from unchecked decks, but there is always Chandra...). He is placing the most bizarre and memorable mimics and hilarious traps. But does all that in good faith and with good humor, to make the players thrilled but not annoyed. And it works!

Kaya

Kaya plays exclusively rogues and she probably tried every build possible. Is the min-maxer of the party. Is known for completely decimating the encounters that Jace planned to be extra challenging. Was often splitting the party at first, but agreed not to after some persuasion. Doesn't roleplay much, though she enjoys spectating others do it and never tries to force them to the next scene. LOVES Jace's puzzles and usually finds an unorthodox but interesting and convincing way to solve them. (That's probably why Jace can't really be annoyed with her despite her minmaxing) Has the best luck for crits in combat, but the worst for disabling traps.

Vraska

Vraska rather often misses the sessions due to guild and/or pirate business, but she tries her hardest to have free spots on her schedule during game nights. Is probably the most dedicated member of the group. Grows very attached to her characters and once the campaign ends she never returns to the same archetype, so that the impression wouldn't dilute. And because of it she doesn't have a "type", though her characters are always brave and have troubled pasts. Is the one to commission the paintings of her characters (and sometimes the rest of the party too). Is also quite the shipper (no matter if the character in question is her own, party member or NPC), but keeps it to herself, only sharing with Jace sometimes. She tells Jace everything about her character in the beginning so that he can play it when Vraska has to miss a session.

Ral

Ral played every class in the game that he could more or less convincingly make into a charming bastard. Is prone to hogging the spotlight, but does roleplay so well and is so charming that others let it slide. Often insists on using some homebrewed rules (which he keeps reinventing right during the conversation), giving Jace a headache. Jace gave in once, but during the next several sessions he made sure to stage the situations so that every possible side effect of said homebrew came to bite Ral in the ass (yes, it's where most of his prep time went). Now they usually settle on just some minor changes for Ral's character. Is #2 reason for derailing Jace's plotlines. Unlike Chandra he does this absolutely intentionally, and Jace knows it, but sees as a challenge. His character is the one, to whom all the "curiosity" magic items go. You have no idea what a dedicated Izzet mage can do with a simple unmoving rod. Jace actually throws extra stuff his way just to see what crazy application Ral will come up with.

Liliana

Liliana played a couple sessions once. She made a point of derailing the plotline in a discreet way while staying strictly in-character. Also she made Jace fluster whenever he had to play through a conversation with her via NPC. Decided that it was fun but ultimately not worth it in the long run. (To Jace's relief) Since she never actually plays Jace can discuss with her his plans and plots and sometimes he asks for her input on the villains. Sometimes he even invites Liliana to act out a villain in the dialogue-heavy session and she is VERY convincing. Her villains are always the ones players love to hate. From time to time she GMs oneshots and prefers intrigue- and drama-heavy stories, often horror, that may or may not be inspired by her long and varied life experiences. She isn't a stranger to fudging the rolls or overriding the rules if she feels that the situation calls for it. Is very good at reading the table and the undisputed master of putting her players in heart-wrenching situations faced with tough decisions. They usually love it, but Chandra refuses to play with her anymore because "don't we have enough of that shit IRL?!" She sometimes contemplates running a full WoD campaign, but always decides against it in the end.

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marvelouslytrekking · 3 years ago

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The Escaped Bride {2/?}

Ch 2: The Escape

Pairing: Bucky/reader Summary: You’re family has decided that you have had plenty of time to move on, but you don’t want to move on, so they make the decision for you. One that you cannot live with so you have to hatch a plan to get out of another arranged marriage. Word Count: 1153 Warnings: Arranged marriage, prob a swear word or two A/N: Okay, so here is chapter 2! I really love this story so far and I hope you all do as well! This will be slowish update most likely but I have a plan for the whole story basically so it might go faster! We will see! Feedback feeds my soul, so please tell me what you think!!

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You were heartbroken, James had promised you many things, two of them being he would never leave you or break your heart, and yet he had ultimately done both. The worst part was you couldn’t be angry at him, you knew he hadn’t had a choice and you also knew that he had probably fought with everything he had to try to come back to you.

While you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at James, you were angry at everyone else. You hated the navy, the pirates, your parents, just anyone you were able to direct your anger at you would.

You spent most of your time grieving. You knew you should start to move on, it had been two years somehow, but you couldn’t find anything that interested you anymore. You would spend your days reading, or writing. You only socialized when your parents made you but you were always as short as you could be with people.

You could tell that you were losing your ability to use your grief as an excuse. Not just your parents, but others were getting tired of your behavior and everyone was telling you to move on, even his parents, but you couldn’t, he had been your everything.

“You called for me?”

“Yes, we need to discuss something.” Your father told you. You knew whatever it was going to be you weren’t going to like it but you followed him and sat down across from him. “It has been two years now since James passed away. Your mother and I are worried you are on a path of not moving on.”

You sighed, you were expecting this conversation sooner rather than later but you were hoping for a little more time before they asked you to start letting men court you. “I know, It’s just been hard to move on.”

“I know,” He nodded, “That’s why your mother and I have found someone else.”

“What?” You asked in disbelief.

“He is a lord, and very well off.” Your father mostly ignored your protest, “He has more status than James did so in many ways this marriage will be better.”

“More status?” You were shocked, “I loved James! I will not be marrying some lord who I do not know just because he has money.”

“It is already arranged.” Your father said with authority in his voice. “The wedding will be on the 18th.”

“That’s in two weeks!” You felt like your father had punched you in the gut. He might as well have but you weren’t able to even process what was happening.

“Yes. Your mother and I have gotten most everything planned.” He told you, “He will give you a good life.”

“Any man who agrees to marry someone before ever meeting them is not a man I want to be near.” You threw back.

“I will hear none of this!” He shouted. “You have no choice, you will marry him. That is the end of this discussion.”

You left without another word, waiting until you made it back to your room before you broke down into sobs. You couldn’t stand the thought of betraying James by marrying another man.

It only made it worse when one of your maids informed you it was Lord Pierce, a man who was nearly the same age as your father and had already had two wives before you. The idea that neither of your parents thought it was gross to marry you off to such an old man made you sick. Not only an old man, one as horrible as Pierce, you had never heard anything good about him and you were now promised to him with no way out.

The one good thing was that your father hadn’t lied about them having covered all the planning. While you had lots of say in your wedding with James, they were making all the decisions for this one. You spent most of the time alone in your room trying to devise a way out.

It came to you one night as you were staring out your window towards the sea. The ocean would be your escape. You started to work on your plan. While your mother and father were busy planning your wedding, you were busy planning a way out.

Two nights before the wedding you retired to your room early as you always did. Instead of going to bed though, you finished preparing your bag. You changed into a servant's clothing that you had stolen a few days ago. You had been sneaking food from the kitchen over the last few days and had a small bag of supplies that would hopefully last you long enough.

The hardest part was getting out of your house without anyone seeing you leave. You waited until you were sure your parents had gone to bed, before opening your window. Being on the ground floor had always been beneficial and you slipped out easily. This hadn’t been your first time sneaking out, you had met up with James many times after dark but this had the largest consequences if you were to be caught.

You made your way to the docks as quickly as possibly. You let out a small breath of relief when you saw the boats lined up, you weren’t in the clear yet, but you made it this far. You took a moment to scan the boats before finding one that you knew you’d be able to sail on your own.

James had spent some time teaching you how to sail. He loved being on the water and wanted to teach you that love as well. You always were happy to learn anything, and had taken in everything he had told you.

You board a boat that you’ll be able to manage and work quickly to leave the docks and make it onto the water. You wanted to get as far as you could as quickly as you could before anyone knew you were missing. Or a fisher found their boat missing, you didn’t need that complication.

You allowed yourself to finally breathe when you looked back and the lights on the docks were barely visible. By the time morning had arrived, you weren’t able to even see them, which meant they couldn’t see you.

You had a moment of sadness as you realized you would never get the chance to tell your parents goodbye, or the few friends you still had. But just thinking of the marriage that was now supposed to be tomorrow, made the sadness disappear quickly.

Your focus now, was keeping the boat you were one afloat and finding somewhere you would be able to start a new life. You hadn’t really thought about what you would do, but you knew that it didn’t matter. You would do anything to not be stuck as a wife of a loveless old man.

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readerinsertfanfiction · 4 years ago

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It has been a while since I wrote anything this long for fanfiction. o7

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Motonari Mouri

Prompt: Enemies to lovers (implied) + Soulmate AU (the first word/sentence your soulmate says to you is etched into your skin.)

The tides of the waves and the soft shaking of the boat was a lullaby to the body and mind, comforting you into a sweet lull that you found hard to fight off. But you were on a mission and you couldn't afford to be distracted. Not when the sea's greatest treasure was so well contented for and the map so near but not in your hands. Yet.

"Raise the sails! Rival ship signalled!" someone called from the crow’s nest, and you knew that to be your cue. For days the ship had been tiding the open sea, its captain too afraid to board now that he finally had the map. A coward’s decision with insight, you knew, for it had cut you off from any escape route, or room to act. It forced you to be patient, to wait for the wave to come. But with a rival ship in sight this changed, this could be your wave. And as the rest of the ship jumped into action you quietly slipped out of sight, carefully making your way down towards the captain's room; the place where the treasure map would be.

Whoever manned the other ship had a bold captain. The crash you heard, followed with the shock that threw you off balance on the stairs, signalled as much. A mixture of screams, war cries and fear alike, told the rest of what you needed to know above as you hurried yourself along the wall, knowing there was little time.

"Fire!" a voice cut above the rest of the chaos. It was the only warning you got as you were launched into the wall again. A sharp burst of fire and gunpowder followed. The attacking ship was out for blood and the cannon that had blasted a hole in the captain’s room did the rest. The smoke, thick at first, slowly faded revealing a tall figure stepping through without fear or care and in full confidence.

A showdown, you determined. For now there were two of you in the room. Though the winner between both ships was already decided the contest for the map had just started. You were determined to make yourself the winner, but knew that you weren't alone in that idea. A smile curved along your lips as you wondered if you would have to jump ship. It mattered little with whom you were, as long as you stayed afloat. Security first, you could always swipe away the treasure later.

The ship shook once more. Violently like a summer storm brooding, and a noise accompanied it along with more screams and yells incomprehensible from above. The fight had officially started as the sound of iron and steel clashed. The time to move and get your map was running out. And with the stranger already at the captain’s desk you knew you had to act fast.

"Best give that to me," you smiled, a gun clicking in your hand as you aimed it at the figure from the smoke. A man, you recognised him, tall and dark with a mop of white hair. Handsome, you determined next, but nothing that could help him convince you to give up. Bold, just like those red coloured eyes that snarled at you with a wicked smile before pulling a weapon of his own. "Motonari Mouri," you named the man, a smirk on your face as you circled around the infamous pirate, "finally we meet." You had hoped for a showdown with the pirate before. There was a bounty on his head and you valued your bounties just as much as you loved your treasures. It had been inevitable for the two of you to meet, for the seas weren’t endless and the treasures few.

"Just give me that map," Motonari spoke, and somewhere you could tell that under all that rough exterior and slang there was a well-educated man. Someone that grew up within the upper class. It wasn’t his accent that got your attention, however. It was the sentence itself as you felt the back of your shoulder burn, the words imprinted there calling, snarling. You grimaced at that irony as you rolled your shoulders, slowly stepping around to face the man, a smile etched on your face when burnishing red eyes met yours, a scowl on his face.

"Nice to meet you, soulmate," you calmly responded, placing an emphasis on the last word as you watched Motonari click his tongue. "You will need me to be able to read the map," you stated confidently, and your newly found soulmate narrowed his eyes.

"Don't think that being my soulmate will save ya.” His tone is sharp before a confident smile finds his way, "or that I need ya.” And you could tell from that crazed smile that your soulmate meant every word. He would feed you to the sharks before taking you in.

A voice calling “halt!” followed by a warning shot had the two of you duck on the floor as you switched your target, your weapons aiming at the captain in distress who had originally hidden the map. “Don’t think you can get away alive,” the man blusters and you snort, pitying the fellow as you eye Motonari in mutual understanding.

"A shame, I could be useful," you shrug, trying not to seem daunted or worried. It was ill business to show any form of intimidation, not in a world where only the boldest could survive. Diving you roll underneath his arm, swiping the map out of Motonari’s hand as a pair of shots are released, only one finding its aim.

Throwing the scroll up in the air you give the pirate a whimsical look, ignoring the shot captain on the floor. "We only get one soulmate, after all." And with that dramatic claim you jumped through the hole, leaping over to the attacking ship. Another shot could be heard, followed by an order barked towards the remaining crew on the ship. Motonari’s ship.

The sails of the ship billowed and the low thud behind you amongst the rest of the leaping figures signalled the departure of the ship. It had gotten what it aimed for and so did you. Turning around you eye your soulmate, his eyes set in a deep frown before turning into a broad smile, a flash of his canine teeth flashing handsomely, "we only get one, right?" and you return the cheek, deciding that the pirate was worth the interest for more reason than simply fate.

But nothing was ever easy with Motonari and within your wandering life there was little room for ties and commitment. The map had been acquired, but there was only one treasure and it was one that you weren’t willing to share.

"Are you leaving?" his voice sounded harsh in the dark and you could tell that he was pouting underneath that harsh exterior. In the while the two of you had been partners you had come to know the man. The one that had been betrayed too often, the one that couldn't trust, the hurt child and the feral cat within. He who would hurt you before you ever had the chance of hurting him. The one who was as unwilling to share as you were.

The breeze that night smelled of salt, harshly whipping against both your faces, promising a storm. It felt like an apt moment to leave, you thought, but you weren't sure. You just had to leave, you felt.

"There is only one treasure," you answered, and the fiery red in Motonari's eyes took the same bluster as it had the first time you met, his lips pulling taut as he stared you down. For months you had followed while he had warmed up gradually. There was little to no change in his hostility, but you knew why, and you knew you couldn't ask for it. Not from him. Just as that your soulmate had known that you would leave his side one day. You were a wanderer, a treasure hunter, never to be tied to one place, or to a ship even. Your loyalty couldn't be tied. Not even to him whose fate was intertwined with yours.

"Ya can do whatever ya want, but the map stays," you heard him growl and a wry smile escapes you, having always known that sharing was not an option with him. It was something you had learnt not to ask for either. It wasn't selfishness, you knew. Not from Motonari. It was why you couldn't ask him to change, just as he couldn't ask the same from you.

With a shrug of your shoulders and a flick of your wrist you throw the map over. "I copied it, just so you know," you tell him honestly and the flicker in his eyes tells you that he had expected it, but appreciated your openness nonetheless. It made you feel braver and bolder for what was to come next, that which you knew to be the hardest part.

"If only you could ask the same of me." The words were out before you had a chance to review them yourself, your expression twisting as Motonari's brows raised, surprise painted on his face. Neither of you had expected an expression of your sentiments, not now when you were so determined to leave.

"Would ya?" he throws back at you and you laugh, at the informal tone he has taken with you, at the whole ordeal between you two. Soulmates, yet miles apart and it was so evident that both your hearts, or at least yours, wanted something that wasn't the reality now. Men paint their own tragedy, no matter how free their souls are believed to be.

"Can I?" you ask and you see a flash of irritation on the pirate's face, his nose scrunched up in that disapproving manner when things didn't go his way. The answer was already obvious, it had already been known for so long, but you wanted it out of him, you wanted Motonari to say it.

But he was as stubborn as you were and neither of you were willing to change. Not in nature, nor in life, or in style. "Whatever," his answer sounded and you knew this was the best you would get. The topic of soulmates still far away and undiscussed, the phrase 'I love you' even further away.

You knew that you both cared for the journey more than the result, for at least the both of you were adventurers at heart if there was nothing else you shared but fate.

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ayuuria · 4 years ago

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Yashahime Translation: Animedia Magazine March 2021 Issue

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Tis the Season of Love ♪,

Get That Person’s Heart! (let’s get it)

The flower blooming Spring is the season of (new) meetings. Look around for an instant and before you know it, the distance between “that person” and “that person” has gotten smaller. Will love be born from there? Picking up the relationship that people are curious about.

Even though they’re at the height of adolescence, the three Yashahimes slay demons all the time. Within that, recently there’s a gentleman that has quickly approached Towa. His name is Riku. He seems to be known among demons and is a suspicious unidentifiable person, but his manners are exceptional in any case! Whether it’s because Towa let’s her guard down at his friendly attitude, they seem to enjoy their conversations whenever they meet. It seems Riku has a motive but putting that aside, it appears that he’s taken a liking to Towa herself. While still not knowing whether he’s a friend or enemy, at some point, a relationship that’s not quite love (?) has sprouted between them. This time, we had Matsumoto Sara, the voice actress for Towa, talk about Riku and, going with the theme of Spring, had her choose flower images for the Yashahimes and Riku based on “Flower Language”.

The handsome young man with an ulterior motive, Riku

Self-proclaimed “pirate come ashore”. A young man of many mysteries who covets the rainbow pearls the three Yashahimes possess. He also knows a lot about the circumstances surrounding the birth of Towa and the others.

The honest girl who is still inexperienced in love, Towa

Sesshōmaru’s daughter and Setsuna’s elder twin sister. She treasures Setsuna, who was raised separately from her, more than anyone else. On the night of the new moon, she loses her demonic powers and her hair turns black.

Setsuna

Towa’s younger twin sister. Due to having her sleep stolen by the Dream Butterfly, she is unable to sleep. While she does not have any memories of her early childhood, she has gradually become able to let her guard down around Towa.

Spring Breeze Interview, The Voice Actress for Higurashi Towa: Matsumoto Sara

Moroha

Inuyasha and Kagome’s daughter. Separated from her parents soon after being born, she was raised by the wolf demon tribe. When she puts rouge on her lips, she becomes “Beniyasha, the Destroyer of Lands” and goes on a rampage.

— With the development thus far, which episode left a big impression on you?

What left the biggest impression on me was episode 14 which was the episode that showed the truth behind the forest fire that separated Towa and Setsuna. I always to keep an objective point of view while acting but at that time, I was truly angry from the bottom of my heart. Whether for better or for worse, Towa’s emotions came into me.

Also, the depiction of Towa and Setsuna when they were born in episode 15 left an impression on me as well. Since it’s Sesshōmaru, I thought he would be rough with the babies but surprisingly, he firmly and carefully held them, so I was relieved (laughs).

— Being Towa’s father, what do you think of Sesshōmaru’s actions?

Without really saying too much, even though there are not enough words, I end up just suddenly saying what I’m really curious about. However, I think Sesshōmaru himself acts on his intentions while not caring about what others around him think. I also didn’t know what the future development was, so as the role of the daughter I thought “Please give more hints”.

— How did you feel seeing the figure of Towa fighting up to this point?

When Towa’s life completely changed by jumping from the modern era to the feudal era, I worried if Towa would be able to cope but I was surprised at how adaptable she was. There’s the fact that she’s still in puberty so her sensitivity is like a sponge, or rather her ability to absorb things is amazing, I think. Also, having Setsuna nearby is big. There may be times where she’s uneasy but her strong sense of duty and justice to “protect Setsuna” is what I feel drives her. She’s the type to immediately take action if there’s something she has to do, so I think her current environment is a good fit.

— Alright then, what are some highlights going forward?

There’s an episode where you will learn Setsuna’s childhood and how she lived after she was separated from Towa. In episode 13, it talked about how Monk Miroku sealed Setsuna’s demonic powers, so this flashback episode of the past will connect to that. After episode 20, the fragments scattered throughout the story thus far will gradually come together as one, so there’s a lot of information packed in that you can’t miss. I think viewers have been in suspense following the mystery (of the story) so please look forward to the final stage of the development.

Will the Scheming Man’s Approach Work on the Dense Princess!?

Towa & Riku Affinity Investigation

I’m weak against boys like Riku, so if someone continuously came to me saying “I’m interested in you”, it would make my heart beat fast (laughs). Riku moves understanding that mentality and I think he’s good at setting up the mood when approaching Towa. I think right now based on where he stands, he makes spur of the moment decisions on how to act. He’s mysterious but he smiles periodically and even though he’s vague, he has a maternal appeal… He’s a very charming and sly character (Matsumoto)

By the way! If Riku were in the modern era, what sort of occupation would he be suitable for?

He’s a sweet talker, so the first thing that comes to mind is a swindler (laughs). There was a scene where he showed a magic technique so I think work in the entertainment field would also fit Riku. He also seems suitable to be an actor. He’s got natural talent and can turn into any person. Then conversely, I think strict jobs would also suit him. If he were a schoolteacher, I have a feeling he would be popular with the students. (Matsumoto)

The Part of Riku that Makes One Swoon: He completely reeks of danger.

Riku’s mysteriousness is appealing. He also met Kagome before she gave birth to Moroha, but he looked the same as he does now.

The Part of Towa that Makes One Swoon: She tries her hardest and is pure cuteness!

Losing her demonic powers on the “Night of the New Moon”, Towa becomes worried about Setsuna. Different from usual, she shows the weak side of a regular girl.

Try! Heart Pounding Flower & Date Plan

What flower comes to mind for Towa, Setsuna, Moroha, and Riku?

Setsuna is the Evening Primrose

Setsuna is an evening primrose which in flower language means “Silent Affection”. The evening primrose goes unnoticed and quietly blooms at night. Having her sleep stolen by the Dream Butterfly, I think it overlaps with the figure of Setsuna being the only one awake after everyone else has fallen asleep for the night. (Matsumoto)

Towa is the Lily

Towa is a lily which in flower language means “Pure”. While watching reality change before her eyes, I think the word “pure” fits Towa perfectly as she acts with a pure sense of justice and duty. That sense of not being tainted by anything is also like a lily. (Matsumoto)

Moroha is the Statice

Moroha is a statice which in flower language means “Endless Memories”. Born as Inuyasha and Kagome’s child, I think Moroha’s existence is blessed. The things Moroha inherited from her parents are within her as “endless memories”. That’s what I imagined. (Matsumoto)

Riku is the Anemone

Riku is a purple anemone which in flower language means “I will believe in you as I wait”. Riku will affectionately call Zero “Elder Sister” (translators: I believe the context is the same word that maiko (apprentice Geisha) use to address their superiors (full-fledged Geishas)) and he seems to have strong feelings for Kirinmaru in his own way, so I matched (the flower) to that image. (Matsumoto)

If you were to gift Towa, Setsuna, Moroha, and Riku flowers?

I think a small bouquet would suit Towa and Riku and they would genuinely be delighted. I think Towa would give you a wink as a thank you. I want to give Setsuna a large bouquet. She would probably turn her face away slightly, embarrassed. Instead of a bouquet for Moroha, I want to take her to a flower field myself. I think she would enjoy the scenery while saying “This won’t make any money.” (Matsumoto)

If you were to take Towa, Setsuna, and Moroha out in the Spring?

My impression is that the warm spring weather would suit the three of them. If in the feudal era, I think they would enjoy cherry blossom viewing. Ideally, it would be great if their parents were there with them too. If in the modern era, I’d have to say I want them to do some kind of team activity. I want to see something like Towa dressing up Setsuna, going shopping together, and eating delicious food. (Matsumoto)

I want their (the three Yashahimes) hearts to become closer while loving the cherry blossoms!

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Whether it was to let Towa know that there was a butterfly on her shoulder, Riku amiably calls out to her. It feels as though Towa’s encounter with Riku wasn’t all bad?

#hanyou no yashahime #yashahime: princess half-demon #translation #Yashahime

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the-last-cuddlebender · 4 years ago

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Since when young Tenzin is underloved? His dad loved him the best and treated him as the special one and his mom adores him and maybe his siblings would give him shit when they were kids because they were jealous but he had Lin as a good friend and then he cheated on her with a 20yrs younger woman. The guy gets as much loved as he deserves

Hi, anon! So there’s a few things to unpack here, so I’ll try to be as concise as I can. This is pretty much what I think Tenzin’s childhood was really like and why he should be appreciated just as much as Bumi and Kya. Also with Kataang TLOK parenting thrown in. I’m pretty tired and don’t wanna edit an essay, so I apologize if it rambles.

Also, I’m not gonna touch the whole Tenzin cheating point. I’m fairly certain that that’s just objectively wrong. Everything else I’m more than happy to discuss, though:D

To be clear, when I say I feel like Tenzin is under-loved, I mean by the fandom (and by TLOK, but to a smaller degree). Under-appreciated might be a better word. Or under-explored? Idk. I just know that Tenzin’s childhood—just his—doesn’t get the attention it deserves. Outside of Tenzin having some angsty one-on-one’s with Aang (which I love, make no mistake!), I don’t see a lot fleshing out his childhood. Bumi and Kya get a lot of it, though (or the kids as a whole, but nothing that’s just Tenzin’s).

I don’t subscribe to the idea that Aang treated Tenzin as “the special one.” Bumi and Kya being jealous—in the way that seems to be the majority consensus—of Tenzin when they were kids is a bit hard for me to imagine, too. I try to stick to canon as much as I can, but, for some things, I have to draw the line. There has to be evidence, not just anecdote, otherwise I hc it into oblivion. I’m not saying their feelings in TLOK aren’t valid. They absolutely are, and Aang would never want those feelings to be invalidated. Children just retain things differently. A traumatic accident could have no effect on them but falling in the shower and bumping their head might. Developing brains are weird.

I can see Kya and Bumi giving Tenzin some shit when they were kids (Tenzin does admit that Kya picked on him), but I highly doubt that was any more/less than normal sibling rivalry and Cain Instinct. Sure, Aang might have given Tenzin attention for being an airbender, but he gave Kya and Bumi attention for being a waterbender and a non-bender, too. To me, it’s like having siblings who play different sports. Just because dad went to every one of my sister’s soccer games doesn’t mean he didn’t attend every one of my basketball games. The hyperfixation on airbending in TLOK makes it sound like that was all Aang cared about, but even in ATLA we can see that that isn’t true. If it was, then he would have kicked out the mechanist from the Northern Air Temple.

To say that Aang loved Tenzin the best is to imply that he loved his other children poorly, which isn’t true in the slightest. I can entertain the argument that he spent more one-on-one time with Tenzin, but that could be attributed to different children with different personalities having different wants and different needs for validation from their parents. And I will gladly defend it, even though I personally hc otherwise.

It’s hard to talk about Tenzin without also talking about Aang and Katara, so bear with me here:

Tenzin and Kya:

Tenzin was the last airbender besides Aang. Kya was the last waterbender from the Southern Water Tribe besides Katara. To assume Aang treated Tenzin as the “special one” because he’s an airbender would, if using the same logic, mean assuming Katara treated Kya as the “special one” for being a waterbender.

I’ve never understood why The Southern Water Tribe being inherited by the Kataang kids isn’t as big of a deal as Air Nomad culture. Both of them were recovering cultures on the brink of extinction, so they both have a lot of pressure for the kids to live up to.

Plus, if Sokka had a right of passage for being a Water Tribe warrior, then who’s to say there wasn’t a right of passage for Kya, specifically, for being a waterbender? She would be the special one, there. And maybe Tenzin struggled with his two heritages because being an Air Nomad meant being vegetarian but being Water Tribe meant using dead fish to go penguinsledding?

Tenzin and Learning too soon:

Tenzin probably learned about his responsibility of carrying the legacy of the airbenders at a very, very young age. Aang and Katara probably tried their hardest to wait until he was older to tell him (a-la Gyatso wanting to wait until Aang was older for him to carry the burden of being the airbenders’—and the world’s—last hope, too), but it was unavoidable. It was a part of the world’s history, and the aftermath of the war wasn’t exactly something a kid could avoid. Plus, I’m sure Aang wanted to correct airbender history as it was taught in schools as soon as he got the opportunity after the war.

Tenzin just has the abstract “idea” of what his bending culture was like when it was alive and well. Aang has memories to draw upon from which to imagine the future that the airbenders needed to rebuild towards. Tenzin gets second-hand notes.

Tenzin also didn’t have a baseline by which to measure if he was a “good airbender.” He had only Aang to compare himself to. ONLY AANG. This is talked about in TLOK but only in regards to Aang being his dad, if I’m not mistaken. But Aang isn’t just Tenzin’s dad. Aang is his father, the Avatar, and the youngest airbender to get his master’s tattoos. That’s a LOT more to live up to than just being his kid. And it’s the only thing Tenzin has to compare himself to to measure whether or not he’s a good airbender. I’m shocked that his spiritual ineptitude isn’t more of a haunting issue for him, quite frankly.

Tenzin and Bullying:

Tenzin didn’t have any airbenders his age (anyone like him) growing up. Even Aang had a childhood with other airbenders. As a father, Aang was as playful as a kid, sure, but, to a child, it isn’t quite the same because they don’t share that special bond of growing together and having a shared upbringing.

Katara can especially empathize with this.

Airbending is the element of fun. It’s kindof hard to express/embrace that facet of the element if Tenzin is the only one his age who can wield it.

I can almost guarantee that Tenzin got voted out of playing with other kids at least a few times because he was the only airbender (and that would make teams unfair). He probably learned to play by himself. That would certainly make him serious. Toph would probably teach him how to entertain himself, too. And that might lead to Tenzin and Lin hanging out. Who knows?

I honestly think Tenzin was bullied quite a bit (and not by Kya and Bumi), and that the bullying attributed to his demeanor as he grew up. Him cowering from Kya or running from his siblings when they picked on him was an exasperation of what he was probably dealing with outside his home.

In the recent comic with Katara and the pirates, we see a Fire Nation soldier flaunt some pretty nasty ideas about the Air Nomads because of Sozin’s propaganda. I don’t think that 15 years (or however long Tenzin was born after the war) is going to reverse that. Tenzin was probably picked on for being an airbender in addition to being the Avatar’s kid.

If the rise of fashion post-war was as fast-growing as industry, I can imagine kid-Tenzin being made fun of for being bald (even though it was part of his religion/culture) and for dressing in robes when the world, especially Republic City, was beginning to adopt different clothes.

Tenzin is an incredibly tender soul around those he loves but also incredibly serious around his adversaries. He has a soft inside and an armored shell, and that thick skin is usually forged through unsavory interactions. And he definitely interacted with plenty of normal kids his age. Aang missed the chance after the ice, and Katara was the only one her age in her village besides (kindof) Sokka. There’s no way Aang and Katara would keep their kids cooped up and strictly homeschooled. At the very least, Toph would bust them out if they did.

Tenzin and Katara:

Now, I’m not saying that Tenzin blames Aang because he obviously doesn’t. But Aang has memories of what airbender life was like, and Tenzin has only dreams. Honestly, it’s like he’s caught in the situation Aang was in when he was a young Avatar. They both have to live up to something that was pretty much just a legend. How could Tenzin possibly be expected to compare himself to something like that and be peachy fine? Aang wasn’t. So maybe, just maybe, Aang and Katara decided to have Tenzin go on private trips with Aang so Tenzin could understand that part of himself that was so hard for him to get? Inner peace is pretty dang hard to think about with THAT much pressure.

And yes, it was Aang and Katara who decided on the trips. I will not for a second believe that 1.) Aang would make that kind of decision without her input or 2.) that Katara would let one of her kids get private time with dad that would even potentially give the illusion of favoritism.

Katara knew how important one-on-one time with a parent was to some kids. This is why she tells Sokka to go see Hakoda instead of her in Ba Sing Se. She saw not only how much Sokka wanted but how much he NEEDED to see their dad. Sokka and Tenzin were both caught in a “passing of the torch” scenario (tbh, the scene where Aang tells Tenzin that he’s proud of him in the Spirit World reminds me of when Hakoda tells Sokka that he’s proud of him during the invasion when he’s injured. In both instances, it kindof solidifies the official passing of the torch).

“You didn’t love her like I did”—Katara learned pretty quick in tsr about how incredibly toxic the assumption of loving or being loved more/less was. She would never under any circumstance agree to anything that would show favoritism to one of her children. Absolutely no way. Aang and Katara are a team, and to villainize one for favoritism is to villainize the other.

Tenzin and Yue:

Tenzin had a stressful upbringing. I would even make the argument that he and Yue had a similar time trying to conform to a responsibility that they were told/learned about at a too young age. Their mindsets are very similar—responsibility even at the sacrifice of their own wants and happiness and an overwhelming love for their father.

Tenzin: “I have a responsibility to Republic City.” Yue: “I have a duty to my Tribe.”

They were both determined to love and carry on the legacy of their father and their people, but they did it in their own way. They both struggled with their responsibilities from an extremely young age.

Finishing thoughts I guess:

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I can imagine a young Tenzin crying and trying to hide from the world that was shoving its weight onto his shoulders, and who, when Aang finds him hiding in the bison stables or somewhere similar, cringes away from Aang for a split second before recognizing his father and holding on so tight that it hurt. Aang tried his damnedest to teach Tenzin airbending and the responsibility of being the last airbender when Aang was gone, but even he knew that he couldn’t keep the weight of the world off of Tenzin forever. Aang never got that chance when he was told he was the Avatar. He heard the monks say that he was “the airbenders’ last hope” because storm clouds were gathering. Young Tenzin probably felt just as hopeless. The one-on-one trips he took with Aang were specifically to the places Aang had visited in S1 when he was still recovering from realizing that he was the last airbender. Maybe Aang took Tenzin with him one-on-one, just the two of them, to drive home the message that Tenzin was not the last airbender like Aang had been?

“I-I’m just one kid…I can’t. I…I-I’m just—”

“Shhh, shhh, shhh…I know, buddy. I know. But you’re my kid, too. You’re my entire world.”

“Everyone says I’m—”

“Don’t worry about them. They’re not here.”

“B-But—”

“But? What but? Are you hiding someone in your sleeping bag, Breeze-Butt?”

“N…No…”

“And do you see anyone else here?”

“…No.”

“That’s right. So don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me right now, okay? Just breathe. There you go. Just like I taught you—You’re doing so well, bud. Shhh…You’re okay. You’re not just one kid. You’re Tenzin. And you’re my son. You and your brother and sissy are my entire world. I love you so, so much...Oh, see? There’s that million-yuan smile!”

“…Thanks, Daddy. Love you.”

“Love you more. Do you want to try going in the water again? Or we can stay up here if you like. Whatever you want.”

“I wanna try again. But…But maybe just a small fish? I don’t wanna fall off again…I-I can’t do the air-chute yet…and the water hurt.”

“I’ll round up the smallest koi there is. I’ll sit right behind you, too. How’s that sound? I won’t let you fall.”

“Okay!”

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Maybe this has been said before idk. These are just my thoughts on Kataang parents and Tenzin. I retcon the entire Kataang family as it’s presented in TLOK, but this is how I imagine it going down in canon.

This isn’t an attack on any person or fandom btw! I just think Tenzin isn’t as appreciated as the airbean deserves😞 He’s been through so much😭

If there’s a secret stash of young Tenzin appreciation content somewhere, please share! I might be looking in the wrong places for Tenzin love, and I would love nothing more than to be wrong, honestly. So, please, if there’s a secret stash, yeet me that link!!

#tenzin #Avatar The Last Airbender #the legend of korra #atla #tlok #answered #aang #tenzin love #cloudbabies #kataang #katara #Kya II #Bumi II #the cuddles have spoken #im sorry for the late response anon I had a helluva day #tbh just my ramblings in a sorry excuse for an post I’m sorry okay😭 I tried to make it presentable at least lol #in this house we stan bestdad!Aang and bestmom!katara😤😤😤#thanks for the ask!#post

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choicessa · 4 years ago

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In Another Life (Edward x MC)

Pairing: Edward x MC

Words: 5700

Summary: After saying goodbye to Edward, MC comes back to the future, to her times. She doesn’t expect the surprise that awaits her back home...

Warnings: Just a bit of angst

She always knew that one day she will have to come back.

Always knew that at some point she will have to say goodbye, goodbye to the crew, goodbye to the sea, goodbye to the pirate life she grew so fond of for the last months, goodbye to her adventure, the one that found her so unexpectedly, goodbye to another life, another time...

Goodbye to him.

When Aria first came here, that's all she wanted. Grab the compass, wrench it from Edward's hands, open it, and hope that it will once again start to glow, that it will once again open the portal and she will come back, to her life, to her city, to her place.

But it never happened.

The compass refused to cooperate, refused to make the solution so simple, when after dozens of tries she finally had to understand that it will take more than just a flick of her wrist to go back home. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months and soon Aria managed to forget why did she even want to go back home so badly in the first place. Because, suddenly, unexpectedly, shockingly she managed to find her home, new home – right here. Among pirates, among thieves, among outcasts.

Among him.

He was the most surprising thing that happened to her, something that she didn't expect at all, when this charming pirate with dark past decided to storm into her life like that, with his smile, with this look of his eyes, whenever he was looking at her. And soon, before she even realized it, she was falling for him.

Hard, fast.

When she buried the compass in the cave, her heart was beating hard in her chest, when Aria was hoping that she will never ever have to hold this cursed thing in her hands. Even though she knew the way to come back home, even though she could do that, any time, she came to peace with the fact that maybe she was meant to stay here, maybe the past was meant to be her future and maybe, just maybe, she could stay with him.

But the odds decided to not be in her favor.

From admiral capturing them, through Edward being tortured they were now refugees, fighting for their lives, hunted by the most stubborn and persistent man on the seas, the sound of cannons the only noise in this peaceful night when their ship was approaching them, faster and faster, only delaying the inevitable for Poseidon's Revenge.

Which for her meant the only thing – she had to go home.

“No!” Aria's voice pitched through the silent night when with all of her force she swatted Edward's hand away, furiously shaking her head. “No!”

“Miss Donovan, please...”

“No way in hell!” Another swat of her hand when she took a step back, only increasing the distance between them.

"Please, be reasonable..."

"Maybe I don't wanna be! Maybe I wanna stay here!" She knew she sounded like a stubborn child, she knew it may sound weak and pathetic, but at this point, she didn't care.

“Miss Donovan...”

“I don't wanna go back! And I won't!”

“You have to! There's nothing for you in this world! Nothing but pain and misery and I... I...” Edward took a deep breath before taking a step closer to her. “I can't stand you being hurt.”

“Well too bad, because the same goes for you.” Aria crossed arms on her chest and raised an eyebrow, shooting him a glance that was nothing else but a challenge.

Edward sighed and took a step closer to her.

“Aria... Please, just listen to me...”

Her head lifted immediately, surprised, and shocked at the sound of her name on his lips. He never used her name. Never. She blinked, once twice, when Edward took a step closer towards her, gently grabbing her hand and placing the compass in one of her palms.

„Aria...”

„No, Edward...”

„Aria...”

„No!” She freed her self from his grip, wrenching her hand away and taking a step back. „No!”

„Aria...” His voice was soft now when he took a step closer to her. „You still have a life, out there, in a different world, at different times."

„My whole life is here, with you. Do you really can't see it?” She reached out to him, placing her hand on his cheek and her lower lip trembled when she tried so hard to resist the tears, which started to threaten of falling.

„Aria...”

„I can't live without you, Edward. I can't. I won't!”

„But I couldn't live with myself knowing that I sent you to death!” He exclaimed, grabbing her face in his hands, with such a force that made her took a step back. „Aria... This ship, my ship... Will sink. There's nothing we can do to stop this. And once we find ourselves in water, admiral's men will fish us out, one by one. They're gonna capture us, throw us into dungeons, torture, or even... even worse..."

„Edward...”

„What you saw before... When we were their prisoners... It was nothing. Nothing compared to things those men are capable of doing. And I can't... I can't lose you like that, Aria." His gaze softened just so slightly when he brushed away hair sticking to her face. „I wanna know that you're safe. I wanna know that you came back to your times, that you have a life you always deserved. I wanna know that you came back to your family, your friends... And when they will hurt me, when they will try to squeeze out the rest of strength, I will survive all of this, because I will know that you are there, somewhere. Safe, alive..." He cocked his head to the side, his lips twitching slightly, almost like Edward was trying to resist a smile. „Maybe even finding a little happiness one day..."

„No, not without you...”

"You have to try." His brows furrowed in pain when he slowly moved his gaze across her face. "You were never meant to be the part of this world, you have to go back. You have to save yourself because I can't keep you safe anymore. No matter how much I want to."

“But...”

“Do this, Aria. Do this for me.” He pressed the compass into her hand once again and gently closed her fingers around it.

The girl took a ragged breath, her mouth opening and then closing when she could feel the first tears streaming down her face, once they started, unable to stop.

„I don't wanna go." She sobbed, choking on her tears, her head shaking furiously.

„I know... I know...” Edward's brows furrowed when he grabbed her face, a pure pain in his eyes when he swept his gaze across her, his thumbs gently brushing away tears from her cheeks. „I don't want you to go either...”

„So let me stay!” She reached out to him, desperately clutching his jacket, holding onto it as a drowning person holds onto dear life. „Please, Edward!"

But he shook his head, again and again, unable to even say that out loud, unable to reject her for another time, not having enough strength to say 'no' when all his heart wanted was to grab her into his arms and say 'yes'.

But was his selfishness enough to risk her life? Was he that egoistic to send her to death, just because he couldn't let her go?

He has made many mistakes in his life, done many things he wished he could change, haunted by regrets every single day of his life. He learned how to live with that, learned how to mute this silent voice in his head, reminding him about his past, about his faults. A long time ago he promised himself that he will be a different man, that he will never make the same mistakes, never be vulnerable again.

Yet he did.

Because he fell for her.

Another weakness he had in his life, someone that could be used to hurt him, just like admiral planned on doing not so long ago. And that's when he understood that she wasn't safe by his side and never would be. So he had to make the hardest decision in his life.

He had to let her go.

No matter how much he wanted to keep her.

“Aria...”

„I can't do this without you...” She shook her head, her fingers clenching around his shoulders with desperation.

„You can and you will. You are a strong one, Miss Donovan. You can survive anything that life throws your way. So you will survive this. I know you will.” He reached out to her, putting her hair behind her ear, his gaze looking for her eyes, making her to finally look at him.

"How?" Her voice was silent when all of the strength she had suddenly vanished, her hands falling, powerlessly, her tormented gaze locked on the man standing in front of her. "How?"

He wanted to answer her, he truly wanted to have a ready solution, to tell her how to move on, ensure her that with time the pain will pass, that every day will be easier and easier until at some point she will wake up and forget. Yet those would be lies. Empty words, meant for comfort, yet bringing none.

„Promise me that you will move on.” He stepped closer to her, his own palms now holding onto her hands with such force that made her breathless. „Promise me, Aria.”

She shook her head, her mouth opening, wanting to protest again, wanting to shout yet another 'no' right into his face. But when he saw his face, the way he was looking at her, the intensity of his gaze almost piercing through her, she knew, that she could never say 'no' to him. Never could, never would be.

Because how could she? How could she take away the last remnants of hope from the man who was looking at her like that? How could she rip out his heart by fighting him, when his eyes were filled with such longing, such adoration? How could she part with him with such anger, when it was meant to be their final goodbye?

„I promise.” She whispered finally.

Edward smiled weakly, those two words suddenly giving him new strength, the assurance that no matter what happens today, no matter what happens to him – at least she will be safe and sound.

The ship creaked suddenly, the deck trembling under their feet when another cannonball reached them, blowing yet another hole in already broken Revenge.

„We must part here.”

Aria shook her head, but it was just the last weak protest she managed to show, knowing that there was no coming back, that this was the final moment.

„I will never forget you, Edward." She whispered, raising her teary eyes to look at him.

„And I will never forget you." He confessed, gently caressing the skin on her cheek. „Not once in my life have I met such an amazing person as you, Miss Donovan. I could never forget you, no matter how much I'd try."

She smiled, it was rather a weak imitation of a smile, when corners of her lips barely raised, in something that didn't even reach her eyes at all. But it was enough for him.

They were standing like that, still holding hands, fingers laced together, when both of them knew they have to end this, they have to part, yet none of them wanting to be the first one to say goodbye, none of them wanting to be the first person to take a step back when all they wanted was to hold onto each other as long as possible.

„Aria...” Edward's voice was quieter than a whisper, when he spoke her name, almost like a prayer.

The girl looked up at him once again and as soon as she met Edward's eyes she took a ragged breath, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. Because his eyes were a deep well full of emotions, those he never showed to anyone and yet those he couldn't contain anymore. Sadness mixing with adoration, regret finding a place alongside longing and this softness, this unspoken emotion when from just his one gaze Aria could feel her chest filling with something warm, something that suddenly almost froze the world around them.

„Aria..." He repeated, placing his hand on her cheek for the hundredth time, almost like he couldn't have enough of touching her, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw, slowly, gently, learning her shape when he wanted to memorize every single detail of her face. „Aria..." And again, his thumb now moving across her nose, tracing the shape of her eyes, when Edward followed the movement of his hand, the intensity of his gaze making girl breathless, his eyes almost piercing through her when he refused to look away, even if for just a second. „Aria...” He found her lips, his thumb gently, oh, so gently moving across her lower lip and she shivered, from this single touch, goosebumps appearing on her skin when with anticipation she was waiting for more. „My Aria...” He whispered before leaning down and capturing her lips in a kiss.

He took his time, refusing to rush, his mouth slowly moving against Aria's lips when she immediately answered his kiss. It was a lazy one, kind of a kiss two lovers share in the morning, laying together in bed, limbs wrapped around each other, foreheads touching and exchanging kiss after kiss, knowing that they have all the time in the world for that. Slow, gentle, sweet when he gently captured her face in his hands, almost like she was a porcelain doll that could shatter under his touch, a treasure too fragile to hold onto it for too long. He could feel her hands moving across his shoulders, to wrap around his neck and soon her fingers were in his hair, scraping the base of his neck, making him sigh into her mouth with delight.

And then his kiss changed.

It grew more urgent, more hungry, more desperate when it finally hit him that it was the last time that he was kissing her, the last time he was holding her in his arms, the last time he could breathe in her scent, feel her body right next to his, last time when he could claim her his... He let go of her face, his hand tangling into her long hair, the other finding her waist, when he pulled her closer to his body, his lips crashing against hers in a hard kiss. Aria gasped and then moaned under the force of his kiss, her hands tangling into his head when she pulled, not strong enough to hurt him, yet with enough force to make him groan with content into her mouth. Their lips met again and again and again, each kiss growing more urgent, more hungry, more desperate, almost like they were trying to make up for all of those wasted times they wanted to kiss and never could. If it's possible, Edward pulled her even closer towards his body, arms closing around her tighter, almost like he was afraid that if he will release the grip, she will disappear. They were a mess, a mess of hungry kisses, hands caressing each other's body, learning, trying, tasting, a mess of bodies pressed together, limbs tangled with each other, a mess of heavy breaths and silent moans escaping their mouths between the kisses. It was madness, they both knew that. It was crazy that they were here, in the middle of the sinking ship, wrapped into each other's embraces like lovers; it was madness that instead of stopping this, they were still going on, unable to stop, still unsatisfied, still hungry for more, yet still unable to satisfy that craving.

And then they parted, breathing heavily, lips swollen from their kisses, faces wet from tears and hands, too willing to hold onto each other, their bodies too close to resist yet another embrace, two hearts shattering into pieces at the thought what was about to come.

„I love you, Aria.” Edward smiled to her, his longing gaze moving across her face.

She smiled, her fingers gently moving through his hair, every movement filled with tenderness, when her fingers tangled between his strands, refusing to let go.

“And I love you, Edward.” She confessed, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

And then it was time.

One last kiss pressed to her forehead, one last longing look of his eyes, one last glance to memorize her face, one last brush of fingers against each other when he finally, reluctantly, let go of her, the lack of his warmth around her almost painful when Aria reached out to him, one last time, in one last weak effort from sealing her fate.

She could already feel the warmth of the compass in her hand, she could already hear its silent humming, audible only for her ears, she could already see the light starting to grow stronger and stronger, the magical object just waiting for her to open it, welcoming her, asking her to make this one gesture and go back home, fixing the one mistake that was made when she appeared here for the first time.

But was it really a mistake?

Without looking down, she covered the compass with her other hand and looked into Edward's eyes, his figure standing motionless a few steps away from her.

It stopped being a mistake a long time ago.

Edward met her gaze and nodded. Aria took a deep breath and in one swift motion opened the compass. The ball of blinding light burst out of it and quickly formed in front of their eyes in the big portal, it's edges moving softly, almost welcoming, just asking Aria to come closer and step inside. She gulped, turning around and took a step closer and then another and another. Her hands were trembling, more tears falling from her eyes when she finally stepped inside it, the portal humming, almost with content at her presence, its edges suddenly starting to swirl, faster and faster and faster.

Aria turned around and looked up, Edward's silhouette already fading away, when she was being pulled into the time vortex, her times calling her.

And at that moment she suddenly remembered, the first time she ever saw Edward's face, the first time their worlds infiltrated each other, the first time she heard his voice, calling out to her, asking her to find him. She swallowed hard, before raising her head once again, her watery eyes finding his blurred face for one more time.

„Come and find me.” She asked.

Aria closed her eyes, the light around her brighter and brighter, until the portal swallowed her whole, the blinding light disappearing.

And just like that.

She was gone.

~ ~ ~

“Miss Donovan, can you tell me what happened?”

Aria looked down, at the cup of tea held in her hands, the dark liquid perfectly reflecting her tired face, when she kept on looking at it, barely resisting the urge to snort, wondering what kind of answer could she give.

Because yes, she could tell him what happened.

She could tell about the movie set, about the compass, about the portal and time vortex. She could tell how she was transferred into the past, thrown into a completely different time and world. She could tell how she became a pirate, how she found friends and family in the most unexpected place, she could confess how she had found love, a man, so different from all the men she had ever known, a man who stole her heart, just like he was stealing treasures. She could tell the whole story, sharing every single detail, giving dates, places, people, trying so hard to make them believe that she was telling the truth. They would probably think that she was lunatic, or that she was through something so traumatic that made her brain came up with a crazy story like that. Best case? They would send her to a hospital for a few more tests to run. Worst case? Months spent on long pointless sessions with a therapist, trying to convince her that what had happened wasn't true.

So lie then?

Tell them that she had to run away, that when life became overwhelming, she needed to disappear and find a little time and space for herself? Lie about having the urge so hard to pretend nothing and no one existed, she decided to ignore everyone in her life? Would they even buy it?

„Miss Donovan?”

She blinked, coming back to reality and looked up at the police officer sitting in front of her, his worried gaze moving across her face when he was patiently, yet nervously waiting for her answer.

“I... I don't... I don't remember.” She whispered finally.

“You don't remember?” He repeated.

Aria shook her head furiously before sighing and looking down into her cup of tea, yet again.

“I was at the movie set, we were shooting a fight scene...” She started, deciding that saying something, anything, was still better than complete silence. “And then...” She shrugged.

“Then nothing?”

“Nothing. I remember waking up at the same movie set and that's pretty much it?”

"That's when the crew has found you, Miss." The policeman sighed, moving a hand across his hair. "Do you suspect anyone? Anything? Someone taking you? Drugging you? Any people, places?"

Aria frowned, flinching just so slightly when her brain once again remembered a familiar face of a handsome pirate. A memory she could never share with anyone. She shook her head, yet again, her fingers clenching around the cup she was still holding.

"The doctors said that the memory may come back, with time." She confessed. "But for now..." Another shrug, when she still refused to look into man's eyes, wanting to just leave this place, wanting to come back home and once again drown in her sorrows, in her despair, the one that was part of her life since she had come back.

“Listen to me, Miss.” The policeman leaned down towards her, looking at her with his intense, yet warm and friendly eyes. “If something happened, someone... Someone hurt you... We can help you.”

“No, no one hurt me.” Aria shook her head.

"How can you be so sure? You don't remember. They could drug you..."

"I just..." Aria shook her head again, before sighing. "I just know that? I mean, the doctors didn't find any signs of violence, just a few scratches, and bruises, nothing out of ordinary."

“Fair enough.” He sighed. “So I think we're done here. We just need all of this on paper. Your statement, what you remember, what you can't remember... Once we finish you'll be free to go home. Can you do this for me?”

Aria nodded and the officer clearly relaxed.

“Perfect. I will ask my friend to take care of you. He will take all your statements and you'll be able to go back home.”

Aria just nodded, too numb to do anything else, but apparently, it was enough, because, with a content huff, police officer nodded and straightened.

„Everything will be fine." He ensured once again, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind his back.

“I doubt that...” Aria murmured under her breath, sighing heavily and hiding her face into her hands.

Nothing was fine and nothing will be.

The last few days were a nightmare, a pure torment when she was taken from one doctor to another, all of them checking her vitals, taking blood, again and again, shooting her skeptical glances, when she kept on telling them the same story of not remembering anything. Thousands of questions about her whereabouts, ones she couldn't give any answers to. And finally her home, the familiar bedroom, the same bed as thousands of nights before, the same four walls in soothing lilac color, the same nightstand with a small alarm clock, the same photos with happy faces looking at her from the walls and her, so different, so new, so numb, laying with her eyes wide opened, not having enough strength to cry anymore, her sorrow just filling her heart silently, ripping it into pieces, night by night.

How could she just come back to normal life?

How could she pretend nothing had happened, when it did, so much? How could she just smile, when she wanted to cry; how could she say that she was fine when she wasn't? How could she convince everyone around her that she was and will be okay when she couldn't even convince herself?

She raised her head and cleared her throat when she heard the door opening behind her back. She just needed to stand the questions for a few more moments, sign the statement and she'll be able to go back home, to her shelter, where she didn't have to pretend anymore.

„Miss Donovan?” A voice behind her back asked.

And at that moment, she could swear that the world had stopped spinning, when the blood in her veins froze, just from those two innocent words.

Because she would recognize this voice everywhere.

Too many times she had heard the same voice spoke her name, in just the same manner, too many times she had listened to it, telling stories, cracking jokes, too many conversations late at night, when the same voice was wishing her goodnight dozens of times before.

The same voice who whispered sweet nothings into her ear, the same voice that confessed his love, the same voice that still haunted her in her dreams sometimes.

The voice...

His voice.

She gulped, her heart beating like crazy in her chest, suddenly threatening of breaking free.

It couldn't be...

It just couldn't...

Her limbs refused to cooperate, each of them suddenly weighing too much to move; her whole body freezing, her head not capable of turning, too afraid to look, too afraid that the sight won't be what she expected, too afraid that it will be nothing, but disappointment again.

After all, how could it be him?

She left him, in the 18th century, at the deck of the sinking ship, well aware that she will never see him again. How could she even think, for one moment, that he was here, with her, in the 21st century? Aria almost snorted, scolding herself in her mind. Stupid. She was stupid for even thinking that something that impossible could have happened. It was just craving of a longing heart, the feverish dream of a tormented brain, and wishful thinking, nothing more.

She could hear soft steps behind her back, approaching her, until they stopped, waiting, patiently waiting for her to do something, anything.

She swallowed hard and blinked, suddenly remembering how to breathe, remembering how to move, and soon she was turning around, slowly, stiffly, almost like she was afraid to see the person standing behind her back. Her gaze moved, starting from the hips of the man standing in front of her, across his chest and higher, through his broad shoulders, until it finally landed on his face and Aria's vision started to spin.

It couldn't be...

She blinked, once, twice, for a moment thinking that maybe her senses were betraying her or maybe that she truly was going crazy, too deep in her sorrow to distinguish reality from cravings of her sick mind. Yet the pair of bright eyes, sparkling with joy, a soft smile appearing on man's lips, the mess of soft curls on his head, it all looked real.

She slowly raised to her feet, standing up from her chair, her mouth opening and then closing when she took a step closer towards him, her hands reaching out towards him, her palms trembling when her fingers finally touched his arm, his skin warm under her touch, being there, firm, soft, real.

„Edward?” She finally whispered, her heart fluttering like crazy in her chest, her face raising almost shyly, meeting his eyes, her voice full of disbelief.

Part of her was sure that the man standing in front of her will just take a step back, telling her how wrong she was; the same part of her was expecting him to call her crazy, mistaking him for a man that was already dead for at least 250 years. Yet... It was still this tiniest flame of hope inside her broken heart, too small to burst out with its whole force, yet now giving her the craziest idea, that maybe, just maybe, it could have been him?

„You asked me to come.” The man spoke again, taking a step towards her, the smile never leaving his face. “So I did.” Another step and another, when he finally stopped right in front of her, his chest almost colliding with hers, when he looked down at her. „I found you, Aria." His voice was a whisper, when he reached out to her, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her skin, just like it did so many times before.

Not so long ago, if someone would ask her to define impossible, she would have a few examples ready. Reading minds, predicting future, time travel, standing in front of a man who shouldn't be existing. Yet, after all, she's been through, impossible wasn't quite what it used to be before, was it?

Edward's smile was soft, tender, welcoming, almost like he was inviting her to believe in him, to believe that it was truly him standing in front of her. Her hands gently cupped his face, her trembling palms placing on his cheeks, when she looked up into his eyes, looking at her in the same way as she remembered.

"It's you..." She whispered, brushing the skin on his face with her thumbs. "It is truly you..." With a sob she threw her hands around his neck, pulling him closer, almost impossibly close, unable to stand a single inch of distance between them.

“It is me...” He murmured into her hair, his strong arms wrapping around her body, when he hugged her, tightly, strongly, his warmth so familiar, so comforting.

She buried her face in his shoulders, feeling hot tears streaming down her face when she desperately clutched onto him, refusing to let go, afraid that once she does, he will disappear, yet again, leaving her alone, but this time forever.

She couldn't say for how long they were standing there, her, sobbing into his arms and him, whispering soothing words into her ear, the words of comfort, of assurance, when he had her wrapped safely in the grip of his arms.

“I thought I will never see you again, I... I thought I lost you.” Her voice cracked, her hands curling into fists around the fabric of his shirt with desperation.

“But you didn't. I am here now. And I don't plan on going anywhere.” Edward pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

„But... But how?”

She could feel him smiling against his hair, his hands drawing soothing circles on her back, when he hugged her even closer.

„It's a long story. Really, long story.” He sighed.

„Do you plan on telling me?” Aria took a step back, freeing herself from his embrace to look at him, her eyebrow raised.

„Soon. First, we need to get you out of here and find a place to talk." He grabbed her face into his hands, smiling down at her. „I promise you, Aria. I will tell you everything. Every little detail, but..."

“But?”

“But first...” He hung his voice for a moment, gently brushing away tears from her cheeks. “I plan on showing you just how much I missed you, Miss Donovan.”

With that he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. This kiss was different. So, so different, full of something more. The way he wrapped her in her arms, his hands holding her gently, yet firmly, almost like he just wanted to make sure that she won’t disappear or run away; the way his fingers were tangling between her hair, pulling her closer, yet tenderly brushing the strands of her hair; the way his lips were meeting with hers, slowly, deeply, wanting to prolong the moment as much as he could. Aria felt like she was melting, the whole world around them disappearing into oblivion when she could only focus on his touch, the feeling of his warm and safe body right against hers, the taste of his tender kisses, when his mouth met with hers again and again and again and him, being her safe place, her harbor, her home.

It was a kiss that was a promise, of yet more to come. A promise of the new life they could start, a promise of a new story, a new adventure. The one they will finally share, being together, forever.

After a moment they parted, slowly, reluctantly, none of them wanting to be the first one to stop. Their foreheads touched, arms still around each other when they didn’t want to let go, at least not yet.

“I'll take that.” Aria smiled and Edward chuckled, shaking his head.

"You're impossible, Aria."

“I've heard that before.” She smirked, slowly moving her hands up and down, across his chest. “Sooo, marshall, huh? You've gone quite far from being a pirate?”

"As I said – that's a long story."

„That's okay.” Aria smiled warmly to him, cocking her head to the side, her eyes never leaving his face. She slipped her hands under his and placed them on his shoulders, smiling to him, before stepping on her tiptoes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “We have time.”

Edward smiled, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the top of it. For a moment he just kept on looking at her, the intensity of his look making her breathless, when he couldn't avert his eyes, her, standing right in front of him, being the biggest treasure he had ever found in this life. And he kissed her again before opening his mouth and speaking.

„All the time in the world...”

#edward x mc #edward mortemer x mc #edward mortemer #distant shores #choicessawrites #choicessafanfic #playchoices fanfic #choices fanfic #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfiction #distant shores fanfic #distant shores fic #i did a thingggg

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lotornomiko · 3 years ago

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The Brokenhearted Comfort 16 (Worksafe)

Finally wrote something! Previous chapters can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4051705/chapters/9116500

Returning to the celebration, had been among one of the hardest things that Belle has ever had to force herself to do. The reality of facing those knowing eyes, the looks a mix of sympathetic and leering, the crew seeming divided down the line on just who they pitied more. The young woman they had gone through so much trouble to rescue, or that of their captain, the man that had gone so mad for her. There was even a few who might seem angry, or at the very least annoyed, some of the pirates bothered by Belle’s lack of gratitude where their leader was concerned. She blanched paler yet to see it, Kate’s hand on the small of her back, the only comforting presence that the woman had, the strong spirited lass guiding the princess past so many of the openly staring people, towards a smaller cluster of women. These ladies at least seemed more tolerant of the beauty’s situation, if not outright sympathetic.

Kate made the introductions, though try as Belle might, her mind was distracted, casting an uneasy look around the room. She could find no sign of the captain, of Hook, and was able to breathe a bit better with him being gone. It wouldn’t be a lasting reprieve, the ship that they were on, big but only to an extent. The pirate would eventually make his way back, and the beauty had to suppress a shudder at the thoughts of what would follow then.

It was noticed all the same, that haunted look leaking into her expression. Kate shared a frown with the others, and abruptly a mug of some kind was being pushed into Belle’s hands. It was slightly cool to the touch, that amber liquid almost hypnotic as the woman stared down into the stine. She could almost see herself reflected across the surface, and from the strong smell of it, the princess knew it was an intoxicant of some kind, and was the last thing that she truly needed.

“I shouldn’t...” She looked up from the mug, but whoever had handed it to her, had stepped out of reach.

“Some spirit will do you a world of wonders...” Kate advised in a kindly tone. “And not just that of the liquid kind!”

She might have blushed then, Belle starting to lower her gaze once more. “Spirited or not, I doubt that will help me much...”

“It certainly can’t hurt the situation anymore.” Kate retorted. “And you’re less likely to hate YOURSELF if you do something more than just roll over like some broken doormat...!”

“That’s not what I have been doing!” Belle protested with a gasp, but a sharper spike of something, guilt most likely, had then stabbed through her. For hadn’t that been exactly what she had been reduced to? Just rolling over for HIS lustful demands, pawed at and manhandled in front of every last man and women present in this room? Treated with little to no real courtesy as befit a lady, a princess, of her standing? She couldn’t stand what she was becoming, how broken, how beaten she already seemed to think of herself as.

“I really am without spirit, aren’t I...” She muttered it too soft for the others to hear over the roar of the celebrating pirates. There was no missing the frown on her face, or the frustration blooming in those expressive blue eyes, Belle so trampled and defeated by more than just the pirate. Yes, Hook had helped play a small part in it, but Rumplestiltskin and the Evil Queen had done a substantial amount of damage to the princess as well. She didn’t know how to recover from it, from any of them, and that left her smoldering with a kernel of anger from deep inside. A kind of resentment that could become fiercer yet, if only the woman knew how to nurture it.

That little ember inside her could flicker out completely, or be brought to ignite into a blaze, the woman nearly at a defining point. She was so tired, so tired of the pain, the heart ache and the fear, the despair that consumed her near every waking moment. Belle was in fact sick of being without hope, and though THAT wasn’t in any way within her reach, the young lady didn’t want to break any further. Didn’t want to lose anymore of her self or her spirit, some sliver of resolve seeping into the blue of her eyes.

“Oh aye, that’s more like it.” Kate was approving. “That bold blue suits you far better than the cold misery you have thus far been wrapping yourself in.”

She didn’t feel any less miserable, nor did the beauty feel any true empowerment. What Belle felt was that of being fed up, sick of everyone deciding that of her fate but her. It had started not with her captors, but with that of her own father, the man plotting out a suitable if loveless marriage for her. Gaston had been no better, the man pompous and overbearing, content to rule her and any decisions. No wonder she had all but jumped to go off with Rumplestiltskin, thinking a life as his slave would be better than anything back in the kingdom. It hadn’t been, the love she had grown into, deemed nothing more than nuisance at best, and thoroughly unwanted by the Dark One, Belle had been driven out onto the streets. Left broken hearted and loathe to return to her own kingdom, to be a martyr there, she had instead had her life further destroyed by the pirate and then the Evil Queen. There was a real resentment within her there, Belle not having had the chance to properly backlash her own feelings onto any of her tormentors.

Worst was the fact that all three had power over her. Be it of the magical kind, or that of brute physical strength, there was an imbalance to the dynamic between them. There would always be, she realized and recognized this as fact, and the ember inside her started to flicker as though to die. She was left suffocating with it, and then the resentment was burning stronger, Belle angry and hating, and absolutely furious over her situation. Over all of it, every last indignity and hurt that had been done her, and she was drinking down, swallowing down that amber liquid as though it would bolster her nerve sfurther.

She immediately began choking on the strong taste, that amber liquid so thick and burning as it went down her throat.

“Easy does it,” advised Kate. “It goes down rough, but you’ll get used to the taste soon enough!”

Belle just shook her head no, trying to pass the mug off to someone else. It wasn’t for her, this drink, or this life, the princess wanting something better than the hand that fate had tried to deal her. It all still seemed so hopeless, a better life something the beauty was now incapable of truly imagining. There was simply too many targets painted on her back, with little if any chance of evading THAT which was coming for her.

As if brought back by such thoughts, she felt it when he made his presence known. Felt the heavy oppression of his stare boring into her from behind. It made her skin crawl as all the color leeched from it, the weight of his looking almost a tangible thing, Belle feeling as though Hook was stripping her bare with his eyes alone. She braced herself, and pivoted in place, catching sight of the naked hunger of his expression focused unwavering on her. Like a frightened doe, she was caught and staring back, even as she inched closer towards the pirate lass, Kate, seeking a protection that couldn’t truly be given.

“It makes me wish she had knocked him unconscious for a time.” Kate muttered, the she that the woman referred to, being that of the cook.

“Suppose it too small a miracle to hope some sense was instead!” Another pirate wench murmured, her tone almost disapproving. Belle glanced at her, the woman a redheaded lass with a blue gaze that was narrowed towards the captain.

“Honestly Belle, just what did you do to make him lose his head so?” A third inquired, hands on her hips. It wasn’t a truly mean spirited question, and yet Belle shrank from it all the same, the circle of females suddenly all looking at her once more.

“Nothing!” She squeaked out. “I did nothing of the sort!”

“Of the sort?” It was quickly seized upon as a topic of interest, and the princess just wanted to sink down into the floor and disappear.

“Whatever it was...you could make a killing bottling it, that’s for damn sure!” The redhead exclaimed with a laugh. ‘There’s more than a few broken hearts out there, that would have loved to have landed our captain!”

“Tis’ almost a shame...” Another mused. “That such be wasted on the unappreciative.”

“Malabeth!” Kate and several others snapped out the pirate wench’s name. She muttered an apology that was insincere at best, her eyes hardly as friendly as the others were, when looking at Belle.

“You’re more than welcome to him!” Belle exclaimed, her face and tone hot for her anger and embarrassment. Malabath looked to be fuming in response, and even more so when the other ladies began teasing her.

“Malabeth knows when she’s been outclassed.” One said.

“She’s tried and failed for more years than you can imagine!” Another laughed as this Malabaeth’s face soured.

“Pardon me if I fail to see how a...”

“That’s enough...ALL of you!” Kate snapped, cutting off whatever Malabeth had been about to finish saying. “This be a delicate situation, and not one that needs cut ANYONE anymore than they have already been.”

Malabeth still had that look in her eyes, a narrowed eyed focus of such anger and dislike. Belle didn’t want any more, and yet she felt like this woman was on the verge of becoming yet another one of her enemies, jealousy the trigger for such spite and malice. Belle almost let out a nervous laugh then, thinking how insane it was to earn such hate for having the attention of a man she did not even want. She wasn’t even sure how to make an attempt at smoothing things over, nor did he beauty truly feel like she had it in her to TRY.

Her plate full enough without some scorned lover to add to it, Belle could only hope that this wouldn’t become a problem that manifested anytime soon.

To Be Continued...

Short I know...I am just happy to have written something, anything for this story...been stuck on this chapter for a LONG time...Could never get it started to my satisfaction, and still didn’t get it advanced as far as I would like....

Been missing writing for this pairing. Randomly chose to start reading stuff while I was sick for ALL of July...only it was hard to get into this one, cause I was cringing SO hard on the first few chapters. I actually started trying to rewrite chapter one....but glad I didn’t finish the rewrite. While I hate how bad my writing was for the first batch of chapters, I do love how the story develops around nine and up....like I think my writing started to improve, and those are the chapters that made me eager to try and work some more on this story...though I feel so rusty....and maybe this was the wrong story to try when I feel so...meh...unused to writing for them.

Also think I was stuck...cause after looking at my notes for the fic, its like soon I have to make a decision on whether this becomes full non con or not...X_X Tough choice to make too...

---Michelle

#once upon a time #ouat #CaptainBeauty #killian x belle #belle #killian jones #captain hook #fanfic #fanfiction #The Broken Hearted Comfort #Captain Beauty

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tundrainafrica · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

This will serve as a personal tracker of all of the fics I have ever written, all of the books and series I have consumed etc. I wrote this out to help me organize my thoughts since I have time now to reflect on this closet hobby of mine. I also put it up just in case anyone has ever read my stuff and is curious about how these works are doing in my head space.

Some were written back when I was way younger so apologies for the quality.

ALEX RIDER

Come Home (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Memories don't keep people grounded in their present. They're the reason people think of what ifs and would haves, regrets and daydreams. Alex sees three dimensions of his reality and makes a decision. Set after Never Say Die.

Status: Done (I guess?), not posted on tumblr or AO3 yet

Killing (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Spoilers for Never Say Die. Killing is like learning to ride a bike as Alex is going to figure out very soon. For Spyfest 2017.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on tumblr or AO3 yet

Transparency (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Although the bank robbery made national news, the young boy who saved the lives of all the people in the bank didn't. First hand witness accounts said the boy was a hero, the media said there was no young hero in the bank and one journalist tries to get to the bottom of it all.

Status:WIP (could probably still finish it, it’s almost done anyway), not posted on tumblr or AO3 yet)

Type II Error (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Written for Spyfest Week 3. Set before Ark Angel. The updates on payroll accounts and budgets lined up too well with mysterious deaths and undisclosed missions. An auditor working for MI6 decides for herself whether or not the orders of her bosses Blunt and Jones were worth prying into.

Status: Done (Oneshot), will post on tumblr yet

Unforeseen Circumstances (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

It's April, the time of year when most students start salvaging their grades. Missions had taken their toll on Alex's grades and he needs to start salvaging soon or risk repeating the year. Nature wasn't on his side though and it turned out that his devil's luck had just run out.

Status: WIP (8/15), On hold, not posted on tumblr yet

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi and Hange’s Relationship in Erwin’s POV (Status: Completed, not posted yet)

A Tale of Two Slaves (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

"Soulmates don’t exist. Fate doesn't exist. Everything is a choice. At that moment, Levi could only watch as she made the choice for him."

Levi remembers everything from their past life. Hange doesn't.

Status: WIP (6/?)

A Free Spot (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Slight AU! Levi sacrifices himself in Chapter 132 instead of Hange and Hange deals with the consequences years later. Written for Levihan Angstober Week 4. Prompt: Free Spot

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet

Division of Labor (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

"The past years, we have noticed a lot of our fresh high school graduates knew nothing about responsibilities the that awaited them outside high school and even college. Many students do not master budgeting, taxes, household planning, loans and we hope to raise a generation who can navigate the adult world without the consequences of bad decisions they are bound to make going in blindly..."

Paradis High school starts a program incorporating adulting into their curriculum and Hange and Levi are paired together.

Status: WIP (1/?)

En Prise (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Hange already had the innate analysis skills and the quick wittedness to excel in the classroom. Chess should have come easy for her. As she processed her fifth loss to the man in front of her, she started to understand that there was more to the game than meets the eye.

College AU! Levi is a little too good at chess and Hange gets roped into studying the game further.

Status: WIP (1/18), will try to create a backlog before I post more.

Heroes or Victims (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Post Chapter 115, Hange reflects on emotions, relationships, war philosophies, and a future while taking care of a severely injured Levi.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet

Household Planning (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

"It was Levi's household. The plates were arranged and sorted by color and use, the way Levi liked it. The cabinets and the storage were arranged in a way which would be efficient for cooking, or at least the way Levi would have wanted to cook."

Levi gets sick and Hange is left to navigate household chores.

Status: Done (2/2)

Passion Project (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Levi tries to ignore Hange but it never seems to last. A ficlet detailing the development of Levi and Hange's relationship before canon.

Status: WIP (1/3) Timeline written, Chapter 2 rough draft complete, not posted on FFN yet

Rough Day (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

It should have been apparent to Hange by the weight gain and the sudden lack of red days. Somehow, Levi noticed it first.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet, will probably write more fluff similar to this

Sugar Rush

(AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Marley brings the celebration of Halloween to Paradis. Hange and Levi go trick or treating with their child for the first time and start to realize how much the world has changed since the war.

A Halloween piece for the Levihan spookfest one year late.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not posted on FFN yet, will probably write more fluff similar to this

Would You Cry? (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Hange asks an innocent question and Levi finds himself reflecting on his emotions and his relationship with Hange. Written for LeviHan Week, Angstober 2020. Prompt: Silence/Screams

Status: Done (Oneshot)

Vulnerabilities (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Slight AU! Although Levi is humanity's strongest soldier in the battlefield, his rough childhood had left him weaker and more vulnerable to illness. Levi had always taken measures to prevent sickness nit anyone who has ever been close to him caught wind on it anyway. A series of oneshots throughout the story focusing on Levi's chronic weakness and others taking care of him.

Status: Sporadic updates depending on mood, not yet posted on ff and tumblr

Big Hero Six

Deal with the Devil (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

When mourning becomes too much for him, Hiro finds himself resorting to prayers and deals to bring back the brother he lost. The devil may have had pity on him but he never promised to let Hiro go unscathed.

Status: WIP, on hold, probably could get back to it just need to rewatch the movie, not yet completely posted on AO3 and tumblr

Fatal Flaw (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Grieving may be a long and painful process but in time most people do recover. For Hiro Hamada though something probably went wrong along the way because from what Aunt Cass could see, he was moving on yet at the same time, he wasn't.

Status: WIP, abandoned, completely forgot what I was planning, not yet posted on tumblr

Coco

Dares, Pranks and Curses (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Written for the Coco Valentines Fanwork Exchange. The night of Dia de Los Muertos, Miguel ends up staying out late to play a little game with his friends in the cemetery. Hector, Imelda and Miguel reunite through a game of Ouija.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on ff and tumblr

Somewhere between Life and Death (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Dia de los Muertos isn't the only day the dead can visit the living. Miguel is reunited with Hector, Imelda and his other relatives from the other side but in one of the worst ways possible and he finds himself caught in a struggle between life and death.

Status: WIP 9/20, on hold, timeline is complete just need to get it written, need to fix tumblr tags

Crossovers

Quest for Origin: Ranger’s Apprentice x Percy Jackson (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

A young boy gets washed up on the shore of Camp Half Blood with no memories whatsoever of his life before. How did he end up there? Is it all just a coincidence? Or is it a message from the Gods? What's with his uncanny skill with the bow?

Status: On Hold (25/35), timeline complete, will probably continue with PJO TV show comes out, not yet posted on ff and tumblr

Kingdom Hearts

Coded Connection (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Post KH3. If Kairi keeps Sora's memory alive, he'll eventually call out to her right? Then it will be her turn to find him, hold him and never let go.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr and ff

Kuroko no Basuke

Yellow, Red, Green, Blue and Purple (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Collab with friend back in high school. All Kise wanted to do was complete one more level of Flow Free before practice starts. When you have teammates as lazy, eccentric, hyperactive, sociopathic or invisible as the Generation of Miracles though, sometimes the things that sound the simplest, can be the hardest to do. Crackfic

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr

Ranger’s Apprentice

Being a Ranger’s Wife (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

As Will leaves on a suicide mission, Alyss ponders on her choice to have married him.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr or AO3

Danger Zone (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Rangers are human. Humans make mistakes. The difference though between an ordinary human and a ranger is the consequences they'll eventually face for past mistakes. Will should have known that for rangers, this included being on the run from an angry group of pirates with his silver oakleaf on the line.

Status: Probably Abandoned, first fanfic I have ever written lmao, completely forgot where I was going with this, not yet posted on tumblr or ffn.

Farmer’s Apprentice (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Will lied to Mr. Chubb about stealing from the kitchen years ago. How did that small decision change the course of the young boy's life? AU Crack fic.

Status: Done (Oneshot), not yet posted on tumblr or AO3

Masters, Apprentices and Sons (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Gilan accepts Morgarath's challenge in the Plains of Uthal and Halt is left to care for his apprentice in the aftermath of the battle. Halt wonders why it took him this long to realize that there was no fine line between an apprentice and a son.

Status: WIP. I have written out all the way until chapter 5 but I completely lost the files. I don’t know if my current frustration will allow me to continue this.

The Fall of a Hero (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Will had fallen from his place as one of the top rangers in the corps and one of the top figures in Araluen and it's up to his friends to help pull him back up. Recovery Fic.

Status: WIP, timeline not written, could probably still continue this, just need to catch up to the series

Prince of Tennis

A Break from Ingenuity (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

Timing is everything. Fuji gets his timing wrong, makes one misstep then finds himself facing a career ending injury. Maybe, that's when everyone will realize that he's human too.

Status: WIP. Will probs continue if new POT content comes out.

Yuri on Ice

Surprises (AO3/Tumblr/FFN)

With all the stress piling up for the Japanese National Championship and more importantly, the World Championship, one can expect an athlete to get injured. To have the coach be the one struck by a career ending injury during practice is another story. That's exactly how Victor surprised the crowd though, maybe for the last time.

Status: WIP (3/?), not yet posted on tumblr

#Yuri on ice #Prince of Tennis #ranger's apprentice #kuroko no basket #kingdom hearts #percy jackson #coco #big hero six #attack on titan #Alex Rider #fanfic #masterlist

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beanghostprincess · 10 months ago

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(Not the same anon but) what it always looked like to me, the difference why Dragon took in Sabo while he didn't keep Luffy, is:

Sabo was a 10 years old. Still a child, yes, but he had lived, he had seem things, he could speak and make a choice for himself. Dragon respected his choice to stay and want to join the Revs.

Luffy was a baby. A newborn baby most likely. He literally had no grasp of anything and no conditions of speaking for himself. So Dragon couldn't make the decision for Luffy of keeping him with the Revs. and leave his son with only two options in life: either be a Rev or be a pirate, bc Luffy would grow up already being a criminal.

I'm not going anywhere with this, I just wanted to share my two sents about this "why he kept Sabo but not Luffy??" whole deal lol

Yeah, it's basically that. I mean, it's not like they straight-up accepted Sabo in the first place. Sabo begged them to let him stay, and they accepted because how were they going to send a child back home when he was clearly traumatized and didn't want to go back? The only thing they could do was keep him and take care of him. With Luffy, I think Dragon was making the hardest decision of all by leaving him. We've seen he loves him. He cares about him. Keeps an eye on Luffy. But he has a job to do and he has to fight for the greater good of the revolution. He prefers leaving Luffy alone and safe than taking him with him into this dangerous mess and making the decision to live this type of life for him. Now that Luffy has chosen to be a pirate and he's extremely relevant to the world, I think it's the perfect time for them to finally meet at some point. It's not that Dragon likes Sabo more or anything. It's just, as you and the other anon said, different ways of keeping them both safe.

#dragon i love you bestie you didn't deserve people calling you a deadbeat you're cool #one piece #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. dragon #revolutionary sabo

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is-that-another-soulmate-au · 4 years ago

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Hear me out

Zukaang soulmate AU quick fic

Soulmate au: red string

Everybody has a string attached to their hand in some way. Every string is some variation of reds, greys, or browns, mostly natural colors. Regardless. Sometimes things happen, like a soulmate dying or being frozen in ice and living for a hundred years past their original mate, and well the universe has to set that soul back in motion eventually after the other passes.

But when Zuko is born he has no string. Only a knot on his left pinky finger. His mother told him it was a promise, a promise that he'd find his soulmate himself instead of being led to them. But when she left he started to lose hope. And when he was burnt and banished he gave up on that stupid promise. He was sent in search of his honor, so who cared about a stupid soulmate he had to search for and find on his own. He already had one impossible thing to find.

Sitting in the western airtemples letting his uncle dress his burn wound he tried his hardest not to cry from the pain. "Prince Zuko, you are allowed to cry"

"It shows weakness" Zuko spat "why would I"

"I cried when I lost my son, I cried when I watched you burn, I cry when I hurt and I cry when others hurt. It is not a sign of weakness dear nephew. It is a sign of strength to carry such a heavy weight of emotions. It is not weakness and it is not a burden. It is strong and it is beautiful."

Zuko lifted his left hand and turned his head to see it better through his right eye. "If its not a burden, then why does it hurt?" He asked his uncle while putting his hand down, but Iroh took hold of his hand

"It hurts because it is not in your control, and that is not necessarily a bad thing"

Those words stuck with him for each of the two and a half years he sailed in search of a man missing for a hundred years. When he found him he found a boy his age who had been frozen for all of those years. A boy who was a master of air and a boy who had so much open care for the people around him.

His string was still just a knot but so was the boys, or at least it seemed to have become a knot recently. That was one thing they had in common.

Chasing him around was tiring, but it all came to a head when he managed to grab him at the fire sage temple. He had his hands held behind his back and felt a tug at his finger, though he paid no mind to it until after him and the two water tribe siblings were tied up and Sokka seemed transfixed by his hand.

"What are you staring at?" He spat at them

"Your string, it hasn't always been there has it?"

"What string? I only have a knot."

"Look again ponytail" Katara said with narrowed eyes

He looked down and his heart sank when he saw the string, following the string his heart dropped further and further while his eyes widened. It lead directly to the room that only Aang was in. "No." He stared at the door with fear. He's been chasing his soulmate while seeing him as an enemy this entire time. He turned back to the siblings who had followed the line of the string as well and had smug looks on their face. "Please. Please dont cut it."

Their faces went from smug to shocked to cnfused in a matter of seconds "what? Why wouldn't you want to cut it? I mean yeah it hurts, but he's your en-"

"Just don't cut it okay? One of the last things my mom said to me was that the knot was a promise and made me swear to her that I'd accept whoever it was if I found them in this lifetime. So please... just don't cut the string..."

After they escaped Zuko fled to his ship and the Gaang fled to Appa. Once on Appa Aang noticed his string "woah! Its... its a link again.."

"Yeah," Katara turned to Sokka and nudged him to have him continue what she was saying

"Its Zuko"

"What? How would you know?"

"Well he was tied up with us and he sort of panicked and pleaded with us not to cut the string" Katara answered

Back on the ship Zuko was panicking and Iroh was trying to get him to explain what happened. He finally managed to form a solid sentence with "My soulmate is the Avatar and I dont know what to do anymore oh Agni this is so messed up"

They dont meet again until a little run in with some pirates. Zuko only managing to find them with the fact that he is in fact near by and that he's on the water. Without letting onto the pirates that he knew anything he managed to pay for their items and leave in search of the avatar and his group.

Floating down the river he hears Katara's voice and calls for a docking. Walking off the boat he's greeted by an irritated watertribe girl who just puts her hands on her hips and proceeds to half scold have interrogate him in a simple question "are you finally here to join your soulmate or are you still trying to capture us?"

"Uh, the first one- hey! Ow! Hey!" At this point she had grabbed his ear and was dragging him back to the group with the scroll in hand

"Be quiet, they dont know I walked off" and she had him stay quiet until she put the scroll back and she lightly shook Aang awake "hey, wake up, you have someone you need to talk to"

Aang rolled over and stared at Zuko who was just leaning against a tree staring him down. The two met eyes and then turned away quickly. After a bit they sitting on the shore, Zuko with his legs stretched out and leaning on his hands while Aang sat with his legs crossed and his hands holding tight to his glider.

"So..." Zuko started and found himself unable to actually form a sentence

"So?" Aang pressed

"We're soulmates huh?" Zuko said turning to him

"Yeah, I'd say it was shocking but you're the spitting image of Kuzon"

"Kuzon?"

"Oh, sorry, he was my soulmate before... before I went into the ice."

Zuko blinked once, twice, thrice and then looked at him "went into ice?"

"Oh, yeah, uhm, thats how I survived the hundred years while still being 16." He gave a small shrug "stuff happens"

"That would explain why I had a knot instead of a string" Zuko pointed "I always had just a knot and I figured I would never meet my soulmate in this life, let alone that it'd be the avatar"

"Yeah, well, sorry about your luck bu-"

"Why would you be sorry? This is a good thing, well, I hope it is... im not good with making the right decisions, but I promised my mom before she left that I'd choose to stand beside my soulmate if I happened to find them in this life so.. I'm making a decision and it doesn't matter if its right or wrong this time."

Looking at his feet he let out a small sigh "I know you and your group still have to decide if you want to accept me, but regardless of how you decide I won't be getting in your way anymore"

"Zuko, of course we'd accept you, I mean, Im sitting here... alone... well Katara and Sokka are in the tree's up there thinking we don't know they're there. But we trust you enough to have me relatively vulnerable with you so.. uh, welcome to the group."

"Thanks..."

"Oh right... you never learned my name huh? Aang... my name's Aang"

And he travels with them. He travels in the hopes of ending this war. When they finally do end the war, Zuko took the throne, and Aang set off to do his avatar duties. It took roughly six months for them to come back together, and when they did, they became inseparable.

They spent a good 6 years together before either of them decided to propose because the world was healing and they were the heads of this healing so of course they'd be caught up. However when Aang finally decided to propose it was with a ring he spent a good half of a year working on. He carved it out of redwood and used a lightning stone frome the beaches in the lightning pass as the decorative center. The wood had delicate carvings of Ran and Sha on either side of the stone. With the ring finished he held onto it waiting for the perfect moment. But of course it never felt right until one morning when they were sitting by the turtleduck pond.

Aang was tired of waiting for the perfect time. "Whats wrong love?" Zuko said with a small coo as he placed a kiss to Aangs jaw, given that he was at this point taller than him.

Aang pulled out the box and proposed right there, which Zuko in turn pulled out a box of his own, the ring was a delicate gold band with a moonstone decorated with rubies lining the band. The two ended up in tears by the time they got the rings on their fingers.

The wedding was a big event of course, not only was it their marraige it was the joining of the firelord and the avatar. Each nation wanted a small reception and of course Aang being the party type was more than excited to do multiple receptions.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar: the last airbender #prince zuko #atla zuko #zuko #avatar aang #atla aang #aang #i will die on my endless soulmate au hill #soulmate alternate universe #soulmates #soulmate #red string of fate #red string au #this got out of hand so fast and Im only a little sorry about it. not really though because I think its absolutely adorable

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nenya85 · 4 years ago

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8, 32, 41!

Thanks @norealgoodbyes - I’m sorry for the delay ^^;;;;;;; but it took me a while to figure out how to answer the last question.

If anyone has a question, the link to the Writer’s Ask Game is here!

8. Oldest WIP

I tend to only work on one story at a time, so my current WIP, “A River in Egypt,” is also my oldest.

I also have some vague ideas running around my head, but they’re too formless to be considered a WIP. Ever since I heard the title, “The Dark Side of Dimensions,” before the movie came out, I’ve had a vague idea for a story that includes Atem and Kaiba sort of falling through different dimensions, sometimes singly and sometimes together. Their challenge is to find their way home, but to do that they have to decide what “home” is, which kind of makes it sound like “The Wizard of Oz!” I might try to combine that with another idea I had, to create a story composed almost entirely of prideshipping cliches.

32. Most difficult character to write

In a case of going from one extreme to the other, I’d say Yugi and Gozaburo are the two hardest characters for me to write.

I’ve always liked Yugi’s insistence on believing in the best in everyone. I don’t see that as naivety, or being too innocent to know better, but as Yugi making and holding to the decision that this is what he believes and how he is going to live his life. I think Yugi is going to be right a lot of the time (admittedly with help from the script), but at the same time, I don’t think he’s perfect. I think his own insecurities from having been friendless and bullied for so long make it very difficult for him to challenge his friends, even when he disagrees. I think, prior to DSoD, he sometimes makes assumptions rather than looking at what is and asking why. It’s sometimes hard to capture both those parts while keeping them in balance.

I have the opposite problem with Gozaburo. With each character, I really try to think about them as individuals. In a way, writing is a judgement free zone for me. Instead of asking whether the character is a good or bad person, I’ll ask: What do they want? What do they fear? What drives them? How have their past experiences shaped who they are and what they’ll think and feel and do? Usually doing that makes me have some sympathy for the characters. It has the opposite effect with Gozaburo. But writing Gozaburo has made me realize that to me, being fair to the characters doesn’t mean making them sympathetic, it means framing their actions in terms of their motivations and beliefs.

41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?

I’m not going to lie, this question had me stumped.

I’m going to start by saying that you can make a fish with your keyboard. You really can. It looks like this: <*))))><<<

You can also make a cat. =^.^=

I like the cat better. But remember the fish. It comes up later. Honest.

Okay, on to my advice…

When I started my first story, I was worried because I’d read about 100 stories where Kaiba gets hurt and Yami ends up taking care of him. Well, it turns out the Internet had room for 101. I worried that I didn’t know what I was doing, and honestly, I didn’t. But the great thing about fanfiction is, none of that matters. It’s my story. It could be whatever I wanted it to be, and it was okay for that story to reflect where I was at that moment as a writer.

My first story was a first story, with all that implies. Did I have trouble punctuating dialog? Yup. Did it take me halfway through it to figure out how to organize chapters so they weren’t wildly different lengths? Guilty as charged. But most importantly: Did it say what I wanted? Did it teach me that I could express myself, that I had thoughts worth expressing? Absolutely, and for me, those answers are the ones that matter.

What is your story? What do you want from it? The satisfaction of finding out you can put enough words on a page to make up a story in the first place? Getting your headcanons out of your head? Giving your friends something you can read together and talk about?

It’s your story. What do you want to see? Do you want to send your OTP on a date and have them kiss? Or send the cast on a long epic adventure (kissing optional) or turn them into baristas or college students or pirates or cats? Fanfiction writing is self-indulgent in the best sense of the word (something I said about kissing Kaiba, now that I think of it!)

Write the story you want, the one you see in your head, the one you want to read. Don’t be afraid to leave a bit of yourself on the page. If you want your story to live, you have to be the one to breathe the life into it.

I talk about how I go from an idea to a polished draft here, because I realize that I’ve drifted into sounding like Yoda on acid rather than offering a practical guide. Which brings me to my last point: take other people’s opinions on how or what you should write (and on most things, actually) with a grain of salt. After all, the person you’re listening to might be someone who thinks making a fish with their keyboard is the most AWESOME thing ever!

#thanks for asking #on writing

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ask-de-writer · 4 years ago

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT : Part 78 of 83 : World of Sea

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 78 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

140406 words

written 2007

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Kurin smiled, “Did you give helmswoman Darkistry the idea to ride the eye of the Coriolis storm north?”

“No, Little Fish, that was her own idea, and an excellent one. At that time they did have to hide but I could not allow them escape over the Dragon Sea to another fleet. I still regard the Naral fleet as my fleet and it had done a terrible injustice. If the fleet was not given the opportunity to undo the injustice, a new Captain of Captains could arise. War and ruin could follow. It has before.”

“When and where did you have your talk with Barad and Tanlin?” Kurin asked Mecat.

“In the eye of the storm, as the Grandalor rode it north.”

“Besides barring them from flight,” Kurin wanted to know, “what else happened during that talk?”

“I found out why the Lady Tanlin was so highly regarded by such a rough-cut crew. That led me to give her a Dragon’s Gift.”

“What was the nature of the Gift, if you will tell us?” asked Kurin with high interest.

“Singularity of self, acceptance of loss, internal peace, an end to nightmares. She deserved no less,” said Blind Mecat quietly. “She made many hard choices. The Wide Wings, Skye and Thunderhead, got included in the Gift by accident. That may have far reaching ecological consequences. I urgently wish to find out.”

“I think that you will have that chance, Mecat,” said Kurin.

Turning to face the Court, Kurin paced as she talked. “The incident with the Fauline is now closed and all the charge of piracy dealt with. We have the word of Dragons who were direct witnesses. By the Tenth Great Law the facts as described by Captain Barad are incontestable.

“The matter of the poison plot has been exposed, not as the action of a whole ship, nor even of a large cadre, as it indeed did appear. It was the work of a very limited circle. It is probable that at least one murder, Master Selked’s apprentice, Merk, was committed solely to reduce the size of the circle even further. Captain Barad, having changed his mind about the plot, tried energetically to prevent harm to me or any other.

“Mister Morgu and Silor Elon, who are being held prisoner aboard the Grandalor for Council trial, were the sole attackers. On them alone lie the charges of murder, attempted murder and mutiny.

“As to the matter of unlawful flight, it was the Council itself that broke the Second Great Law. The Grandalor had both a duty, now discharged, to seek proper justice and the necessity to preserve the lives of the innocent against the blatant injustice involved.

“Neither Barad nor Tanlin can be held accountable for the piratical attack by the Longin on the Grandalor. I personally ordered the counter attack in defense of both the lives of the crew in my care and the ship itself, my sole property. Effort and care were exercised to minimize the damage to the Longin while still putting her out of action.”

That revelation caused consternation among the Court and spectators. A shocked Sula demanded, “You ordered the attack on your own ship?”

“The ship that I grew up on, yes,” said Kurin softly. “And it was the hardest thing that I’ve ever done. I had to, Sula. These lives were in my hands.” From her pile of notes, Kurin pulled out the book entitled ‘Grandalor Adoption Register.’ She handed it over, with the simple explanation, “I’ve confirmed the whole lot, personally. There’s not one person on board, except for the two prisoners, who did not adopt in. They did it after they knew what kind of trouble they were in. Captain Barad had saved many of them and they were determined not to let him down in his need. Barad and Captain Tanlin have that loyalty from their entire crew. Few Captains do.”

“I petition the Court to dismiss all current criminal charges and actions against the Grandalor, her crew, officers and Captains. They acted as reasonable people. Their assessment of the situation was proved accurate on all counts but one.

“They had no need to flee from the Honored Huld and the Soaring Bird. He was seeking to enforce their rights and would have fought Sula herself if necessary to do so.”

This bombshell caused consternation among the audience. The Great Sea Dragons were regarding each other and nodding their agreement. It made sense of confusing reports from Iren’s Orcas. Sula turned to Huld and said, “You said that we must pursue. That’s part of the reason that I did.”

Huld thought for only moment before saying, “Indeed, necessary it was. Injustice obvious was. Rights protected and enforced was need. Found them not. Error found you for yourself and correction made without help. Way of adult, not child.”

Sula turned to Kurin and asked, “How did you know?”

“I long ago asked him what Honored meant,” Kurin replied. “If what he told me were true, and I believed him, then he could not act in any other way.”

Sarfin concentrated on the petition that accompanied the revelation. He consulted Sula for a few minutes of whispered conference. Both gestured and remonstrated, at the last asking, “Captain Farrol, do you have anything further to add to your case?”

“An hour ago, you could not have changed my mind about Barad or any from his ship. Guilty, I would have said. Since then, I have heard Dragons testify in Court. I have heard things that make sense out of things that I have accepted without question. We, the Court, still have much business to address. The Grandalor case though, I concede. They are innocent of these charges.”

Sarfin stood and raised his hands for silence and got it. “The decision of the Court in this matter is final and may not be appealed. The Grandalor and her entire crew as represented in this document,” he held up the ‘Grandalor Adoption Registry’, and her Captain at the time of the charges, are innocent.

“I am not done. Captain Barad shows many qualities that are, now that we understand them, admirable. He has saved lives that would have been lost. He is right. We did not look into many matters as well as we ought to have.

“Unfortunately, that does not excuse the civil matter of the counterfeit scrip and many other infractions of conduct. His Master’s Certificate is revoked. In five Gatherings, he may petition the Council for reinstatement. During the penalty, he may not hold any position of command.

“Captain Tanlin, subject to approval by the full Council at the next Gathering, is instated as Captain of the Grandalor.

“This trial is now over.” He sat.

Kurin stood and held up her hands for recognition.

Captain Urson sarcastically said, “What, isn’t it enough that you got that load of scupper trash off?”

“No,” said Kurin with deceptive mildness, “it isn’t.”

Turning to Captain Sarfin she stated, “There are Council charges that must be brought against the Fauline. As the owner of the Grandalor and her advocate before the Naral fleet, I am the proper person to bring these charges for the ship.

“The Fauline dodged share tax. She knowingly brought false capital charges against another ship. You have the Word of Dragons on those. She has willfully lied to the Council. She could not have got to the Arrakan fleet and then to her Spring waters in the time that she had.

Kurin smiled slightly and added, “In addition, she has not yet filed the quitclaim on the Grandalor’s hull secured loan, as an integral part of her deception of the Council. Until all the parchments are signed, the Grandalor, remains out of the Naral fleet and cannot legally collect what is due to her. Thus, her loan reverts to the fleet and the Grandalor will cheerfully leave it with the fleet as partial payment of her fines. That makes the entire 12,306 Skins, 209 blocks of arrears due for immediate payment.

“If they produce the quitclaim, the date will prove it to be false, because their Log will show them to be in Arrakan fleet waters at the time. The loan will have to be paid up to current. If the date is any other than what the Court has heard from the Great Sea Dragons, the entire document is void due to forgery and the loan must still be paid.

“However it falls out, Skua, by Naral fleet Law, must lose his Master’s Certificate for life because he willfully allowed his ship to become bankrupt. Also by Law, the bankrupt vessel must be Scattered.”

Captain Urson slammed both hands down on the table and launched herself to her feet in a rage. “You little Ord! How can you do that to somebody like Captain Skua! What did he ever do to you?”

Kurin looked at her as if she were a particularly noisome bit of offal. “To me personally, nothing. To my fleet, he’s a liar, cheat and tax dodger. To my friends, the Grandalor and her crew, he’s a scoundrel who doesn’t pay his debits, a rapist and an attempted murderer. I try to take care of those that I like.”

Captain Urson was about to sit again when it hit her. “What do you mean, rapist?” she asked uneasily.

Kurin once again spoke with that deceptive mildness that Captain Urson was now beginning to dread, “Captain Sarfin, I have a few parchments here that may be of interest. These are fleet certified copies of unaltered Grinna Log entries. They detail a trial held some Gatherings back. You will find my copy of the same entries, for comparison, marked and highlighted for witness’ names and certain other information.”

She handed over another set of parchments with the explanation, “These are fleet certified, unaltered crew duty rosters for the time periods noted in the trial record, along with the whole Wohan before and after. Please note that every crewman or woman in that whole time who is absented from duty for more than a few minutes is noted.

“A simple comparison of the witness list and the duty roster proves that this trial was never held at all.

“The charge was seduction in violation of the Marriage Laws, a potentially capital offense, if no ship will take in the one found guilty.

“Captain Macom, now deceased, First Officer Skua Calin Grinna, Second Officer of the First Night Watch, Kotance Warn Grinna, Harpooner Miklot Moen Grinna, now dead from a Strong Skin attack, and one other conspired to the rape, attempted murder and denial of Great Law rights to one Darkistry Colm Grinna, now Darkistry Colm Grandalor.”

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tsarisfanfiction · 5 years ago

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Deep (Tales From The Heart)

Fandom: One Piece Rating: Gen Warnings: None Characters: Polar Tang, Heart Pirates

For many people, the idea that a submarine had a maximum diving depth was something that never crossed their minds. Even the Heart Pirates barely gave it a second thought, used to cruising along in the twilight zone of the ocean, occasionally going deeper if they needed to.

The Polar Tang hadn't come with a user manual. She probably had one, somewhere – and sometimes Law would worry about that, when he remembered there was confidential information about his ship in the hands of the World Government, if they ever thought to look – but it hadn't been anywhere on here when they'd searched, so everything was a case of trial and error.

They hadn't truly trialled her maximum depth. The first time they'd gone deep had been an accident, three teenagers and a mink cub going into a knee-jerk reaction at a pink flamingo on the horizon. They'd dived through the currents until they'd hit… something. Something fast and furious that wrested all control away from them and sent them hurtling towards the sea floor, only to spit them out at the last possible second.

Torn between the terror of Doflamingo and the terror of the event, the four had ended up huddled together on the floor of the control room, not knowing if they should try to go back up or if they were safe where they were. The Tang's readings proclaimed that they were down at six thousand metres, the first time they'd gone into a four digit number at all. They hadn't thought her scale went down so far, but now, as they watched, the graph rolled, exposing further numbers below.

If the scale went that far, then they were okay, Law eventually determined, extracting himself from the shaking pile to inspect the instruments more carefully. The lower number was still concealed from view, but the pressure gauge alongside told a more worrying story. Law had been vaguely aware that the deeper underwater you went, the higher the pressure would be. The number glaring at him on the screen was far, far higher than he'd even imagined, and for a moment he feared that the submarine would crumple in on itself.

She didn't. There were no groans or creaks of metal, just the humming of the engines as she propelled herself along. The temperature was higher and the humming was louder, but there were no other signs of the additional strain she was under, and for the first time the question struck Law.

Just how deep could she go?

He didn't experiment. First, they had to find a way to get back up to their usual diving levels before their air suffered, and then it would be time for research. What had sucked them down so fast, was it the only way down to their current depths, and how could they utilise it?

Feeling the Polar Tang staying true in such pressure wiped away all of Law's fear, replacing it with curiosity. If they could get to these depths intentionally, Doflamingo would never be able to reach them, not even with his strings. Had they stumbled across the best hiding place in the ocean?

The answer, it transpired after they found a current that carried them skyward and gently deposited them back in the twilight zone, was yes. The Downflow only existed in certain areas, but with additional engine power, the Tang could dive to the same depth under her own power – a far safer, less hair-raising ride – and so six thousand metres below the surface became their new usual haunt.

It wasn't without its dangers, of course. True sea monsters lived at those depths, some scared off by the bright lights of the Tang blinding them but others lured in, and the pirates quickly learnt to use the Polar Tang's built-in weaponry when necessary.

The question didn't come up again for a long time, until the now adult crew, swollen in number to a fully fledged pirate crew with a reputation to match, departed Sabaody for the last time in their journey forwards.

Fishman Island was ten thousand metres below sea level. They'd become fond of cruising at depths of six or seven thousand, but ten thousand was unexplored territory.

"Can she do it?" someone asked nervously as they began the initial descent. "I mean, we could get her coated, to be safe, right?"

"If she can't do it, no-one can," Shachi had said firmly, resting a hand lovingly on the pipes. "We've got the best ship in the whole world, just you watch."

"Coating only works for sailboats," Penguin had added. "Just because she has a sail doesn't make her one of those."

The decision had been to keep going, deeper and deeper through the sunlight zone and into the twilight zone. The Downflow in the twilight zone was the obvious route to take, but the Heart Pirates had become a crew well-versed in hiding. Taking the obvious route meant lining themselves up for potential traps, so with enough research (mainly on Bepo's half, but they'd all chipped in), they'd found and plotted an alternative route to the dark levels, using a smaller version of the current the other side of the archipelago, which would bring them down to the deep sea earlier than most ships. Not having to rely on a bubble for their air supply, they could afford to go deeper earlier.

They'd concluded that using a Downflow (if not the Downflow) was for the best. That way, they could all but cut their engines, using enough power just to keep them on course and thereby saving fuel. After all, who knew what would be waiting for them when they surfaced the other side of the Red Line? They couldn't afford to use up most of their fuel supplies.

Still, that didn't stop more than a few members of the crew gulping in trepidation as the current loomed in front of them, impossibly large and fast as it sucked them in violently, catapulting them into the murky depths far below. Their instruments reported a familiar depth of seven thousand metres when they were spat out, engines roaring to life to control their exit as best the Polar Tang could, and it was then their adventure truly began.

For other crews, snuggled up safely inside their coated sailboats, the hardest part would be over by that point. If they'd survived being tossed around in a violent current surrounded by enough rocks to wreck a fleet, the last three thousand feet were relatively plain sailing, so long as they watched out for the local sea life.

For the Heart Pirates – and the Polar Tang herself – this was where it started. Slowly, they began to dive, keeping a careful eye on both their depth and the surrounding pressure. Fending off the sea monsters was second nature to them, helped by their kairoseki hull and specialised weaponry, which was undoubtedly a good thing, as nerves began to rise the lower they went.

Any moment, they feared they'd hear an out of place creak, or a groan as the metal shell of their beloved submarine began to strain under the ever-increasing pressure. None of them, not even the captain, were at ease as they descended slowly, hoping that keeping the speed gentle would help keep the pressure inside and out even.

When their sonar finally reported Fishman Island, their instruments loudly declaring that they'd reached ten thousand metres below sea level, nervous breaths were shakily released. They'd always known the Polar Tang was special, but as she cruised the last stretch at ten thousand metres below sea level, louder engines and a stuffy heat the only signs that she was battling through pressure a thousand times greater than the surface of the sea, they realised just how special she was.

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im living for the poly hcs ;^; makes me so happy to see them. Its okay if you dont wanna but can I ask for RogerxReaderxRouge hcs with a male/or gender netural s/o? set in the OP universe?

The only real problem with some pairings is that i don’t have fleshed out headcanons for them. Like with lawxkidxreader i have actual ideas already going on. I’ll still write them and i don’t half-ass them, but i don’t want you to be disappointed if they aren’t as filled out as some others are.

you’re with rouge first, in a happily committed relationship. it’s open between the two of you, but very rarely do either of you go to anyone else.

when roger shows up, it’s instant attraction from both of you and you both recognize it. there’s some mild trepidation given roger’s reputation, but it doesn’t stop you from stepping into the pub and maybe dropping some not-so-subtle hints.

roger isn’t one to turn down a party and takes you both back to the ship and it’s over from there. he’s a very generous lover, and isn’t afraid of what anyone else thinks about getting involved with an established couple, let alone a man, and he proves it to you that night.

the roger pirates are docked on your island for a week and you don’t think he’s been in the company of anyone else the whole time. on the last night that he’s there, you admit you don’t want him to leave, speaking for both you and rouge, who’s nodding in agreement. roger laughs and promises he’ll come back to see you, ending it with a wink. he kisses you and tastes of nothing but rum, and you almost can’t let go.

you both see him off, hand in hand, and roger watches you grow smaller, wishing he could have stayed just a little longer. rouge turns to you with a small, sad smile, and you recognize in it that the two of you won’t ever be enough again.

but just because you miss roger doesn’t mean that your relationship with rouge is any less. if anything, you feel refreshed in it because…well, just because. roger was like a breath of fresh air, and you and rouge are just happier for it. both of you continue on the way you always have, secretly waiting for roger’s return. late at night, when you’re both on the verge of sleep and rouge’s head is resting on your chest, the two of you reminisce about him, and it often leads to something more passionate.

upon roger’s return, the two of you immediately drag him away from his crew, and by the time you’re done, it’s dark. roger has no desire to go anywhere, though, and stays the night. it’s a pleasant surprise, given that he usually insists on returning to the ship, just to protect the two of you, and you wonder what’s changed.

it’s made clear to you, though, when you wake in the middle of the night and find roger watching rouge with a serene, warm smile. when he catches you staring at him, he gives you the same, and you can feel your heart speed up at the same time that your stomach curls. you recognize that look. it’s the same one rouge gives you when she thinks you aren’t looking, and the same one you think you give her too.

roger comes back a few more times before finally telling you it’ll be the last you see of him for a while. he’s going to travel to the end of the new world, and he knows it’s going to be a long time before he can make it back. you and rouge are naturally sad, but also support roger to the fullest extent, and encourage him to make his dream come true.

his last night with you is slow and sweet and lasts all night. rouge gives out before either of you, and you continue for a while before she wakes up again to join in. seeing him off that morning is bittersweet, and you can feel rouge’s hand tremble in yours. he’s a speck on the horizon when she turns and cries into your chest.

this kiss tastes once more of rum, and freedom.

true to his word, it’s years before he returns and, when he does, you know something is wrong. he seems happy enough, but he’s alone. his stories of the new world and laugh tel are spectacular and astounding, but there’s some spark missing from his words. unable to find the proper moment to bring it up, you let it go and allow him to carry on like normal.

even though he seems less enormous than he did before, he’s just as much a warm and caring lover as ever, if not more so since he spent so much time away. there isn’t a day where he isn’t helping rouge in the garden or you with cooking, and not a night passes where the three of you aren’t a mix of arms and legs and passion.

before you know it, roger is leaving and this time, says nothing of when he’ll be back. with a pounding heart, you finally question what’s been wrong this whole time. it breaks when he answers, telling you and rouge of his illness and his plans. it’s the first and only time you beg him not to leave, rouge almost screaming at him to stay with you. but he resists, saying that he doesn’t want the two of you in anymore danger than you already are with his presence. if he leaves now and turns himself in, before the world government finds out about the two of you, then there’s less chance of you being hunted.

there’s no stopping him, and your last kiss with him tastes of salt and misery.

the news of roger’s death is punctuated by rouge’s sobs, her hands wrapped around her stomach. you’re barely containing your own, but you put your hands to her shoulders, encouraging her to breathe. her heaving comes to stop, but it comes at the cost of tears, and your shirt is soaked within minutes

you aren’t sure who the baby belongs to, but a large portion of you hopes it’s his. even though you know it’ll be in danger, knowing that the world government will be on the hunt for any remaining link to gol d. roger, you can’t help that selfish wish. rouge won’t say it, but you know she feels the same.

shortly before his death, roger received a letter detailing the pregnancy of a dear friend of his, and his heart constricted with fear in his chest even as he felt overwhelming adoration for this child he would never meet. his next action was to beg vice admiral garp for help protecting him. he couldn’t even be sure the child was his, but it was as good as and the last thing he wanted was for it to be hurt because it shared his blood.

you’re absolutely stricken when marines show up on the island, tearing through the villages looking for pregnant women. you hurry home, gathering rouge up in your arms, terrified of them finding out your secret. rouge assures you, though, promising that they aren’t going anywhere, and you swear to protect them with your life.

it’s almost 2 years before the marines leave and, in that time, rouge has yet to give birth. the two of you had discussed it and, even though you didn’t think they would connect you two to them, rouge wasn’t willing to risk it. it killed you to agree with her, but she wouldn’t hear anything else.

everyday, you can see it putting more and more strain on her, killing her a little more, and every part of you wants to beg her to stop, but the stronger part of you knows she wouldn’t and that you couldn’t ask her to. so instead you give her everything you can, knowing that it’ll come to an end soon.

when he’s born, you can see rouge in him, in his freckles and his cute button nose. but you hold your breath when you recognize roger in him, in the mop of hair on the top of his head, but mostly in his deep brown, almost black eyes. you want to cry when you see him, knowing you and rouge made the right decision.

rouge passes him to you, and ace smiles up at you, all gums, and you smile back even as the tears finally fall. you’re the one to pass him to garp, because rouge collapses backwards on the bed. with one arm around her back, you hold her to you, whispering promises you know you can’t keep.

she gives you a soft smile, tears clinging to her lashes, knowing your words are lies, but she’s content to believe them in her dying moments.

when you turn to garp, he’s looking at ace with a mix of trepidation and sadness, and you want to take him back, but can’t, knowing he would be far safer wherever garp is taking him. watching garp walk away with your son is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, because he’s the last connection you have to the two people you loved most.

you aren’t sure, as you watch the ship disappear on the horizon, whether you regret roger coming into your lives. he turned everything upside down in a lot of ways, but you simply can’t figure it out. you don’t know if you ever will.

i just happened to write this this way. if you want, i can write it where it’s rogerxreader and they meet rouge. i was already ¾ through it when i had another idea for it.

#gol d. roger #gol d. roger x reader #portgas d. rouge #portgas d. rouge x reader #gol d. roger x portgas d. rouge #gol d. roger x reader x portgas d. rouge #one piece headcanons

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