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short-honey-badger · 3 months

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Peppermint Tea 27 - Lavender 8

Okay. So I've had this chapter in the back burner for a while. Just fluffing the bare bones of it every now and then. We are introduced to a couple of new characters of my own creation. Forgive my lack of creativity on names and appearances.

Note!! I've posted this part once and then took it down like 10 minutes later when I realized I wasn't happy with it. I apologize to the ones who have already read this part. There have been some changes!

I really hope you enjoy! This plot has definitely thickened, and more drama Llama has come. I'm pulling out all the stops.

Warnings! Drinking and Shanks fucks up big time! A bit of a time skip happens. Also, a SURPRISE!

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Shanks is drunk. Far more inebriated than he had planned to be, but the sake and rum were tasty, and he and his crew were celebrating a raid gone perfectly. The hoard that Yasopp had found at the end of the fight, if you could even call it one, had been the cherry on top. The group of organized bandits had been at work for a long time, stealing and taxing the villages of this island until everyone was as poor as dirt.

A child of all people had begged Shanks and his crew to take care of the bandits. The redhead had seen another kid in this one’s place, a big sneaky grin and mischievous eyes, and had easily caved. Lucky Roux had found the trail to the hideout quickly, and it was over after that. The bandits and their leader didn't stand a chance against someone like Shanks.

So now, they sat in the bar that had the most booze, going through the bandit hoard for anything they may want for themselves. The villagers had been adamant that the entire crew took something as payment, and Shanks wasn't about to say no to anything for free. He was a pirate, after all.

The Emperor had caught sight of a beautiful hair clip, one simple but ornate with tiny blue jewels embedded in the silver material. Shanks had thought of his treasure, specifically his Snowflake when he'd seen the hair clip and had swiftly pocketed it before losing himself in the copious amounts of booze that flowed around him.

Now that Shanks was thinking about you, he realized just how much he missed his treasure. It's been just over two weeks since he last saw you and tasted your lips on his. Far too long since he'd been able to bury his head between your legs and bring you to the edge over and over before you were begging him to let you come. Or having you ride his cock until you were nothing but a sobbing mess who couldn't remember anything other than the names of the two men who you belonged to.

It’s been three months since the first time Shanks had gotten the privilege of making love with his little treasure. In his drunken state, these two weeks felt like that long ago, and Shanks sighed dramatically and slumped over the bar, his mug of ale sloshing dangerously over the lip, “Benn when can we go back to _’s island?”

Shanks is far from quiet, and the bar is still filled with other pirates. People are listening in, most uncaring for the drunk pirate lamenting about his want for some woman. But to one, the old man hears your name, and recognition lights his brain.

Benn slaps him on the back of his head, a scowl on his face as he narrows his eyes at his Captain. The idiot was drunk as a skunk, “You need to be more careful, Shanks.”

The redhead pouts at Benn, dark eyes glassy, and then he drunks straight from the bottle of sake he holds. He wipes his mouth, “I know what I'm doing, Benn. No one here could ever beat me in a fight. I can protect _ just fine.”

“That's not the point, Shanks,” Benn hisses at him and tugs his Captain close by his black cloak. He shakes him, trying to knock some sense into the other man. Beckman knows that Shanks could be irresponsible, but this was ridiculous.

“Think for a damn second. If someone overhears and spreads a rumor that an Emperor of the Sea is head over heels with her. It's over. You know her past, you know who would be after her. Not to mention that Mihawk would kill you.”

The redhead sees everything that has gone so well the past six months with you and Mihawk all go up in flames. His treasures would despise him, and he would have no choice but to accept that, because it would be all his fault. Already ruining something good.

He spirals further when he thinks about the news you had shared with him and Mihawk the last time the three of you had been able to get together.

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You stand before the two men. Shanks can tell that you are nervous, snow has gathered around your feet, and he fights the urge to pull you close and demand what's wrong. Mihawk sits beside him, concern swimming in his ringed gaze. Hank lays on the floor between the three of you, big dark eyes trained on his human.

You begin to pace, picking up the now massive orange fluff ball and holding him close. You hold Sukuna close to your chest, threading your fingers through his thick fur. They watch you take a deep breath and then turn to them, eyes wide and full of trepidation.

“My period hasn't started yet. I keep careful track of it, and it's been fifty-two days since my last one. I-I’ve been really sick in the morning and feeling weak, and all my books say that I'm probably… pregnant?”

Mihawk nor Shanks like the fear in your voice, but your announcement has both of them star-struck. There was a baby inside of you? Made by one of them? Shanks pictures a little girl with bright red hair and golden eyes, chubby cheeks, and a brilliant smile. It's picturesque and perfect in his mind's eye, a beautiful mix of all three of them.

Hawkeye is the first to stand from the couch and go to your side. He takes your face in hand, calloused fingers holding you so carefully, and then dips down to press his lips to yours. Dracule is a mess of emotions, but elation wins over all of it. Never in his life did he think that he would have this chance, and he vowed that he would not squander it. As he kissed you, Mihawk came to the harsh conclusion that he no longer had a choice in keeping his involvement in her past a secret. The warlord would have to tell you.

Shanks eyes his lovers, a smile playing on his lips as he stands to gather his treasures close. He drops a kiss to the back of your head and sneaks his hand around your stomach, a look of wonder coming over his face as he strokes your belly.

“A kid, huh?” Shanks murmurs, and his haki creeps forth, wrapping around you and Mihawk, “I think we can swing that.”

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Shanks seems to sober up a bit at the harsh reminder. He sits straight, frown replacing his easy-going pout. his first mate is right, and his chest feels tight with guilt at his incompetence. Had he really been that loud? Fuck. Shanks doesn't remember. He licks his lips and pushes the bottle of sake to the side, suddenly not in the mood for any more drinking.

How could he be this dumb? Shouting your name to the heavens in a drunken stupor, needing his first mate to come in and literally shake some sense into him.

“Thank you, Benn,” Shanks croaks and runs his hand through his hair, grimacing at the state it was in. Gods, what was wrong with him tonight, “Let's head back to the ship, yeah?”

Benn stands, tossing some berri to the counter, “Best idea you've had tonight, Captain.”

The old man stands to go to the bar and order a drink, watching the two men stumble out of the bar. Though he looks unassuming dressed in regular clothes like a local, it is far from the truth.

Wiseman is an old member of the Big Mom pirates and remembers the destruction of the Nammu Isles and the two members of the royal family who escaped. They knew of the location of one, but to hear the name of the princess who was thought to be dead was interesting news that his Captain would be delighted to hear about.

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Thousands of miles away, a man sits at a dingy bar. He wears a navy uniform, and a Vice Admiral coat clings to his shoulders. His white hair is shaggy and unkempt, and a pair of brilliant green eyes stare into the sake he holds in his hand. He is clean-shaven with a sharp jaw, though his face is marred by a single scar that crosses vertically on the right side of his mouth. No one bothers the man, for which he is very grateful.

Today was his baby sister's birthday, and he always made sure to take off from any kind of work to mourn her. She wasn't dead. At least he didn't think so, but it's been twenty-two years since the last time he'd laid eyes on his sister. He couldn't visit her, it was far too dangerous for that, so the best he could do was make this day for her. Just like he used to before their home had been taken.

The officer knows back his sake, and the bartender helpfully refills his cup. He sits there for another hour before his peace is broken by one of his subordinates.

“Vice-Admiral Delemur?”

He sighs heavily, and a scowl crosses his face when he gives the younger man his attention. His crew knew better than to bother him on this date, so this had better have been important, “Yes, Nitchell?”

The young man gulped in the face of his superior, and Delemur cursed whoever had allowed this wet behind-the-wear recruit into his platoon. Wait. Fuck. That had been him. Was he an idiot? He focuses back on the kid when he speaks up.

“Vice-Admiral Smoker is here to see you. Said he would wait for you on the docks, Sir.”

Smokey was here? Well, that changed things now, didn't it? Smoker, and when did he get Vice-Admiral? He'd been a Captain last time they spoke- was one of the two people in the Navy who knew about Delemur's sister. The other was Sengoku, even if the white-haired man wasn't a fan of the Fleet Admiral.

Delemur stands and pushes his cup into the recruit's hands, “Here. Finish that for me. Be a good kid, and pick up my tab, too.”

He leaves the kid blubbering at the bartender and disappears, body dropping to the ground and turning into dust. He flies past citizens and pirates alike until he arrives at the docks. The officer finds Smoker at the end of the docks, and he reforms beside the other man, the scared side of his lips twisting up in a welcoming smirk.

“Hey, Smokey. Long time no see,” He murmurs and the other man gives him a matching smirk, “Nice coat.”

“Tomura, still a smarmy ass, huh?” Smoker drawls, and shifts the two cigars in his mouth to the opposite side. He looks at his old friend up and down, seeing the drunken haze in those green eyes. The Vice-Admiral knows what day it was, it's why he came to seek Tomura out when he found out that the other man was only an island away. Not to mention that he had news that the other man might want.

“You know it,” Tomura quips back dryly. He shifts to look out at the raging ocean, and two pairs of knuckle dusters clink on his belt. He licks his lips and eyes his friend out of the corner of his eyes. While it's good to see Smoker, it's odd that the other man would go out of his way to see him, even on this particular day, “Whatcha doin’ here, Smoker?”

Tomura doesn't know if he is thankful or not that the other man has never beaten around the bush. But he does know that he hates the look of pity that Smoker gives him.

“Someone's been talking about your sister, Tomura. Rumor says that it came from Red Haired Shanks singing her name, which started circulating about a week ago. News travels fast in the Grand Line, but there's not been a peep from him about her since.”

Tomura sober instantly and orders his crew to start packing up the second Smoker finishes telling him about the rumors surrounding his little sister. He can hardly see through the film of red that threatens to block out his senses. His hold on his devil fruit fluctuates, his body a weird mix of dust and flesh.

The G-5 Vice-Admiral wishes his old friend good luck and departs as quickly as he'd shown up. While he'd like to go with Tomura, he unfortunately had orders to return to Impel Down for prisoner transport. Smoker grips his friend by the forearm, hand tight enough to leave fingerprints behind, “You watch out for those damn, pirates. Good luck, Tomura.”

The white haired man books it to his ship, shouting orders to his crew that lingers around the docks. They break into action right away, most of them running to the ship to begin readying it to sail. Tomura goes straight to his cabin, dropping to his knees and pulling out an old trunk that is full of old documents and things from his past. He bypasses everything until he finds the old log pose that would lead him to where he needed to go. Back to the safe house. Back to his sister.

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everlasting-rainfall · 9 days

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-One Piece Crossing: Familial Yandere G8-

Okay so I wrote this as a bit of self comfort as Navarone aka the G8 Arc has always been a huge source of comfort for me but let me start this by saying this

NOTHING IN THIS IS MEANT TO BE ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL

FAMILIAL YANDERE’S ARE PEOPLE WHO VIEW YOU AS THEIR CHILD IN A YANDERE SENSE, THERE IS NO ROMANTIC LOVE TOWARDS YOU HERE

IF YOU BELIEVE THAT THERE IS THEN THERE IS NOT

THE REASON I DON’T WANT MINORS INTERACTING WITH THIS IS BECAUSE ALTHOUGH THERE IS NO ROMANTIC/SEXUAL CONTENT. I STILL DO NOT WANT THEM HERE!

Okay now that that’s out of the way, let’s get into it

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Sentient Video Games, Stalking, Delusions, Writing Reminiscent of Old Creepypasta, Being Treated like a Baby, Gaslighting (?), Force Feeding, Kidnapping, Off Camera Beating, Execution Mention

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

Okay so let’s say that you wound up being the next person to come across the One Piece Crossing game like let’s say you found it at some kind of garage sale for five dollars or it was gifted to you by a friend or something

You booted the game up and played around with your characters design for a bit before setting the time and date then picking an island which is when you were finally given the choice between pirates which was a red box or marines which was a blue box

After thinking for a bit, you choose Marines and a villager select popped up where it would be two characters standing next to each other against the background of what looked like a harbor with their names underneath them

You hit random multiple times trying to find ones you would like and after what felt like hours of getting the same guy in a white shirt and a marine hat, you finally found someone you liked which was a red headed man with a big bushy mustache and a blonde dressed in what looked like a chef’s uniform

Their names were Jonathan and Jessica, they even had a line connecting their name boxes with a tiny box in the middle saying “Married!”

They seemed nice so you picked them and off you went to the island, the tutorial was alright if not pretty cozy as you and your villagers went around placing what would become your new homes and once your home was placed

You went inside and placed what little furniture your character had on them before going upstairs to save, you saw the phone up there and messed around with the settings menu that it provided before flicking Immersive Interactions on

After that, you saved the game and put it down for the day to do other things and once you picked it back up. The interactions really were much different as it almost felt like you were playing with actual people

Jessica although she was short tempered was somewhat kind with you and praised you for eating everything on your plate when her husband struggled with eating his broccoli and carrots. She would always actively come looking for your character too if she had found out that you hadn’t eaten or it was a meal time

Jonathan was more chill as he would always be in the most random spots like did you just find a small beach that you didn’t know was there? Jonathan found it first and is currently fishing there. He would always offer for you to join him as well to just sit down and relax until it was time for you to go

There was also one time as well when Jessica had come to tell you both that she had prepared food only for you to suddenly get a bite on your characters fishing rod, you weren’t expecting that to happen during a scripted event so it caught you off guard and next thing that you knew. Your character was being pulled into the ocean with a splash

It wasn’t long before your character resurfaced and a notification box popped up with your character looking embarrassed telling you “I hope that fish likes its new fishing rod because it’s gone now”. The two of them then helped your character out and you all had a small bit of a laugh about it

Eventually a few others moved onto the island having been invited by Jonathan and Jessica, they were people like Drake. Kobato. Mekao. A few others too like a few people known as Shinpachi and Tom

The island was filling out quite well in all honesty and although some of the characters could be a little irritating like Drake shouting at you when he saw you trying to decorate claiming that you shouldn’t be dragging things around like that by yourself as you could hurt yourself or when Mekao got blackout drunk on the beach and you had to clean up the bottles that were left behind when Kobato dragged him off telling him that he needs to cut that out for his health

It was still honestly quite fun despite it and honestly you wouldn’t trade these villagers for the world

Something surprising did happen at one point though and it was Jonathan coming to ask you a question, he was asking you if you would like to move in with him and Jessica as the island was getting bigger by the day and it could help with space

You figured it would be nice to have more decorating space so you selected yes and a little animation of your character moving their things into their home played out. You had a room in their home and they told you that they were happy to have you but gave you a few rules

It was after that when you saved your game and put it down for the day and let’s say that life got busy, you weren’t able to play anymore and when you did have time. You usually found yourself playing something else

However when you eventually returned back to One Piece Crossing, your character was asleep but they weren’t in their bed and instead looked like they were in an infirmary at a hospital or something. Your character had quite the bed head and from what you could see, there were nurses wandering around

That was weird but before you could make your character get up, a few notifications popped up telling you some things

“Jonathan has taken over the island while you’ve been away” “Jonathan has chosen to change the islands name to Navarone” “The islanders have changed the layout of Navarone” among other things but those were the ones that most interested you until…

“Jonathan and Jessica have chosen to adopt you”

That was weird to say the least, you didn’t expect there to be some kind of adoption mechanic like there was a relationship mechanic in the game to determine who was family and who was dating but you didn’t expect it to go as far as adoption

It was a pleasant surprise but in all honesty, you kind of wished that the game would have given you an option to reject it but oh well… You decided to internally blame the developers for not giving the player a say in this sort of thing…

So once the notifications were finished telling you about everything that had happened, you pressed a button to make your character get out of bed only for you to be rushed by the nurses who quickly laid you back down

They were surprised at your sudden awakening and urged you to stay in bed as you had just come out of a comatose state, you were in no state to be up and moving around until they gave you a clean bill of health

So your character was forced to stay in the bed and was shouted at by the nurses whenever you tried to get up, you almost turned the game back off until Kobato appeared and sat down next to your bed telling you how happy they all were that you were finally awake

Proceed to her asking your character all sorts of questions about how they were feeling after having been asleep for so long, you chose from the multiple options provided to you and honestly kinda felt like you were dealing with Mr. Resetti but a much calmer version of him who just wanted to make sure that you were okay

Once you were finally free from the medical area, you went wandering around only to find that the entire island wasn’t just different. It was barely recognizable, you felt like you were in some kind of military base instead of your cozy and fun little island

Honestly as well, you found yourself getting lost quite a few times… But no matter because as frustrating as it was, you were going to take the islands control back from him if the game would allow it

So when you finally reached where he was after lots and lots of wandering, you had your character enter through the double doors and found him talking to Drake about something only for both of them to go dead quiet when you saw them

You barely had any time to go over to Jonathan yourself as he suddenly rushed your character and hugged you tight saying that he was so happy that you were awake, he was even kissing your characters cheeks in a very detailed scene that looked straight out of an anime

Jonathan proceeded to have your character sit on his lap like a small child while he continued his conversation with Drake, you tried to initiate a conversation with him multiple times only to be told “Don’t interrupt”, “You can tell me when I’m done talking to Drake”, and “Sweetheart, Drake is talking…”

It was this every single time until you finally managed to get into a conversation with him only to find that there was no option for control of the island to be taken back from him which was annoying so you said out loud

“I don’t play for a few days and I lose control of the island permanently? That’s such shit…”

Only for Jonathan to respond directly to what you had said like he had heard you…

“I wouldn’t say it was few days, sweetheart… More like you were asleep for a few months… And besides why would you be in charge of Navarone? That’s a grown up’s job…”

Of course you absolutely froze upon hearing that as it was incredibly shocking to hear the character actually respond to what you had said… So once you had saved the game after getting away from Jonathan and turned it off

You checked the manual to see if the game used the microphone but there wasn’t a manual… You were thoroughly creeped out by this and you couldn’t find any information online about the game

Being very creeped out, you decided to put the game back down for a while and just play something else until while you were scrolling through the internet, you saw something that you just had to see for yourself as someone had made an absolutely great story island

So of course to go and see it, you would have to boot up your game again… It couldn’t be that bad, right? It was probably just coincidence and besides… It was probably worth it… Right…?

Debating for an while on whether or not to do it, you eventually came to the conclusion that “It’s just a game, it can’t do anything to me” so you booted it up and found that it was pretty late in game

You were in a room that looked like it was meant for a little kid to sleep in with a bit of medical equipment around you, there were a small amount of notifications to get through but you had your character hop off the bed and off you went

After changing them out of the cutesy blue pajama set with the ocean theming, you knew where the harbor was due to having left the island before Jonathan took it over but you had a feeling that this was going to be difficult with how Jonathan rearranged everything when it became Navarone

There were so many more villagers now too like a lot of those bland looking characters with the same white shirts and marine hats, they almost looked like they were patrolling too as they went about what they were doing

Regardless you kept wandering until you found the harbor which had be renamed to Dock 88 instead of the name that you had chosen for it. Luckily the NPC in charge of it was still there and you were able to input the code for that island you wanted to visit

It took a minute to register causing Mekao to notice you, he started to approach you only for the game to finally register the code as valid and the screen faded to black only for you to hear through the speakers as actual speaking and not the typical little sounds that were made when the islanders spoke

“Hey!! Come back!! That’s kidnapping, you bastards!!”

When the screen faded back in, you were in the typical loading screen for traveling to a new island as your character stood at the front of a boat with a smile on their face as the NPC stood behind them with their arms crossed

The little box at the bottom read your destination and you were excited if not a little weirded out by what had happened until your eyes widened when suddenly the fun little loading screen was interrupted when a cannonball landed in the water next to the boat

Suddenly the NPC’s boat was being raided by the islanders, the NPC’s were all being arrested and chaos came through your speakers as you watched as your character was grabbed and brought onto the ship that had pursued you

Drake was on board and he was shouting orders for the Marines to not let a single person get away but once he saw your character, he immediately switched up how he acted and started asking if you were alright

Saying that he knows how scary that must have been but its okay now and also that’s why you don’t talk to suspicious people

There was no chance for you to respond but soon the screen faded to black again and you were back at Navarone, you were barely two steps in before suddenly Jessica ran up to you looking absolutely panicked with her hair out of its usual bun style

Immediately she embraced you in a tight hug saying that she was so happy that you were okay and asking if those people had hurt you at all She looked to be on the absolute verge of tears like hearing that you had gotten “kidnapped” was some of the worst news that she could have ever been given

Like genuinely, I think you could tell her that her husband died and she would still take the news of you getting kidnapped worse

Soon enough, Jonathan arrived at the dock having hopped on a boat to give pursuit just like Drake had and he swiftly jumped off of it before it had even stopped moving and landed on the ground

He rushed up to you and made it so that the hug that Jessica was giving your character was likely even tighter, the man looked so relieved and he planted a big kiss on your characters cheek that for some reason… You felt like you could feel like you could feel the hairs of his mustache tickling your skin

“It’s okay, sweetheart… It’s okay now… You’re home… You’re safe…”

On the screen, you could seem all of the travel NPC’s being led off of a boat in handcuffs but they all looked really beaten up like someone had personally taken the time to completely brutalize all of them

It made you cringe with how bad their beatings looked, they looked like they would need a doctor with how they were going but Drake just shouted at them that they were going away for a long time and for his men to lock them all up

You knew that they didn’t deserve that so remembering that the game reacted to your voice, you tried to speak up…

“Hey, go easy on them! They don’t deserve that!”

“What are you talking about? Of course they do… They kidnapped you, sweetheart… In fact, they deserve much worse…”

“No, they don’t! I went with them willingly! They didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I think you may have hit your head at some point… You didn’t go with them… All the dock workers reported that you were kidnapped…”

“I’m telling you both! I wasn’t kidnapped! I put in a code to take me to another island that I wanted to see and they were taking me there!”

“Shhh… It’s okay… You don’t have to defend them… You’re here with us now… Back with Mom and Dad…”

“Could you quit acting like my parents and listen for fucks sake?!”

That last part, you said it out of frustration as they didn’t seem to be getting the hint that you were not kidnapped by the NPC’s but this seemed to deeply upset the two of them as they pulled back to look at you

The screen darkened ever so slightly and a chill went down your spine at this, you felt like you had messed something up deeply. You tried to press buttons after a minute of this but nothing happened so you tapped the screen and found your hand going through it

You felt like your wrist was grabbed and suddenly you were playing tug of war with whatever had you, you were fighting for your life as your heart raced in your chest but your fighting was no use as you wound up being pulled through the screen

Instead of landing on something hard, you found yourself landing in what felt like a hug which caused your heart to drop so you opened your eyes reluctantly

You were in the game being held by Jonathan and Jessica…

“We are your parents, sweetie… Let’s get you checked out at at infirmary…”

After that, you were taken away to the infirmary and looked over by Kobato who gave you a diagnosis of memory loss among a few other things that you didn’t really hear as when you were trying to shout that this wasn’t right

They ignored you like they couldn’t even hear you like there was barely even a glance in your direction from them

Jessica asked if there was any way that it could be helped but Kobato simply told them to remind you of how your life really is and to be patient

So after spending the night in Mama and Papa’s bed being cuddled in between them as they didn’t trust you to sleep in your bed anymore, you started trying to figure out how you could get out of this

When rifling through what was apparently your room and making a big mess to hopefully find something to send you home, you found yourself getting in trouble with Drake who scolded you for making such a big mess

You tried to basically enter hibernation in your bed of waking up and immediately going back to sleep but all that did was earn you a trip to the infirmary and Kobato telling you that doing that wasn’t healthy for you and you need to stop doing that

Part of you thought that you could potentially leave the game by getting out of Navarone so you attempted to stowaway on a ship that would be leaving soon only for Mekao to spot you and take you away from Dock 88 saying it was no place for someone like you

At some point you attempted to sneak into the jail to talk to the imprisoned NPC’s to see if they had a way for you to escape only to be unable to find them. When the Marines spotted you, they brought you right back to Jonathan who grounded you and told you that they had been sent off to be properly punished but you had a feeling that executed was the right word

And finally when you got so desperate to escape that you refused to eat anything even if it was your absolute most favorite food until they allowed you to escape, Jessica wasn’t having that at all as she started to force feed you all of your meals

With every passing day, it seemed like escape was getting further and further away from you as every single thing that you did was being stopped by someone

You tried to stay determined and hopeful that you could escape but it was starting to seem like there truly wasn’t one

No matter how hard you tried, you kept winding up in trouble with someone and no closer to freedom than where you had started so as much as being treated like you were a small child by the people who claimed to be your family

You started to give up…

What else could you do after all? It didn’t seem like there was a way out and besides all of these disapproving looks and punishments were starting to make you feel sad like you were sorry for upsetting them so much with how much you were trying to leave them

Guilt started to rise up inside of you and part of you wanted to make up for it so when Jonathan was heading out to fish, he stopped when he saw you standing in the doorway and he looked at you waiting for you to say something

“…Can I come with you… Dad?”

That was when Jonathan smiled and told you that you most certainly could as he took you by the hand and led you outside to watch him fish while sitting in his lap

Part of this felt very relaxing like one of the most comfortable experiences of your life, you even started to get a little sleepy as you leaned into him and started to drift off into a nap. You swore that you could even hear him start to hum to you

And once you were fast asleep against him, Jonathan gently pet your head with one hand knowing that you had completely accepted this as your reality now

You were his and Jessica’s child now, you were never from the real world and never had any family who wasn’t them You had always been from here from the day that you were born and you would stay here until the day that you died if that day ever came as no one seemed to age here

And he would ensure that you would believe you were always from here and that you simply forgot when you were kidnapped from them by those criminals

Not just him either… Jessica, Drake, Kobato, Mekao, All the Cooks, All the Marines, All the Dock Workers…

They were all family here and no one was going to let not just the newest recruit and Jonathan’s daughter escape

You were here forever and besides the save file was already locked away and the game was in the hands of someone new!

#minors dni #yandere #yandere one piece #read the trigger warnings #yandere male #yandere female #platonic yandere #familial yandere #Yandere G8

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ezzydantes · 5 months

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Family Was Always Important

Summary: Garp has made his way back to Windmill Village after Y/N's death saving Ace and Luffy. It's not just Dadan he has to face...

Warnings: au (couldn't let my boy die like that). Talk of death, dark thoughts, possible suicide. Mostly angst. Not exactly Canon and will conflict with Odasama's writings. Also Taking some liberties on mythology. If you know it and see the obvious conflicting things... ignore. Enjoy!

Garp made port into Windmill Village. He was only able to track down one of his grandsons and it was the one he dreaded meeting most. He had no counterattack to the capabilities of the Flame Flame fruit and after Marineford... if he died by Ace's hands then so be it. He'd fight as hard as he could but the man deserved his vengence on him. Garp had contributed to your death and left the children you and Ace had motherless... not to mention he knew he had a bounty on him from your exposed family who had been enamored into the pirate world these last 800 years.

You had older siblings and cousins gunning for his head. The foremost being the leader of your clan and the eldest of your sisters... Hecate... Catey for short. She was the lover of Shanks and had raised you, Ace, Luffy, and Sabo before joining him on the sea.

The bartender Makino came outside of the local bar and tried to intercept him immediately amongst the complaints of the citizens. "Something must be done!" They have drank the whole town dry every day!"

"Garp..." Makino said in a whisper but the pair was already making their way out. Dadan appeared first... her eyes shocked but then glaring at the Vice Admiral as she tries to push her cohort inside. "Ace... NO!"

"Fuck that Dadan!" He shouted as he stumbled out. He straightend himself up as he glared down the old man he had fought with over the years. "You fucking let her die!" Ace roared, "She was the sweetest person to us!"

Ace punched his grandfather down without using his devil fruit powers. "You fucking knew she was strong enough to save me and Luffy..." he cried as he began punching the life out of the elder man, "You KNEW who she was and what she meant to us!"

Dadan, even in her weeping mess, was able to pull the grieving man off. "Ace! Beating him to death won't bring her back!"

"Don't you think I know that?" He slurred as he fell to his knees. "She was my whole world... her smile was my sunrise... her laugh... it was like a warm breeze... Hell I even miss how cold her stare was when she was pissed at me..."

The former Commander of the Second Division of Whitebeard's crew curled into himself with his arms wrapped around his head. "Y/N!"

"You were there! And you let her die? You called her your granddaughter and yet you picked the Marines over her! What about the twins? What about that baby girl she just had?" Dadan cried as she threw a few punches as well at Garp. The elder man hung his head and cried silently as Dadan continued her verbal assault.

"They'll never know their mother! And the world has suffered for it! She was a fucking goddess! The World Government be damned! Those beings weren't meant to leave our world and you KNOW it!" The bandit woman cried, "They were the ones who created order and kept the World in check... we were free when they ruled the world."

"I should have died.... I should have died with her...", Ace sobbed aloud, "I still can..."

Garp and Dadan looked to one another before both jumping onto Ace to prevent him from hurting himself. Flames be damned. "Y/n would kill you herself before allowing you to do that!" Garp shouted as he pulled Ace's arms behind him while Dadan pushed his head down.

"Enough!" A familiar voice shouted. All three froze as the citizens of Windmill Village began to bow but were quickly told to stand up. "I am no Queen and I'm definitely NOT one of those bastards who have the nerve to pretend to be gods..", Catey laughed as she helped an elder person up.

Her piercing gaze snapped over to three entangled within themselves. "Garp... Dadan... give me a moment with my kid brother... would you?"

The Vice Admiral and the Mountain Bandit quickly got off the younger man. Dadan pull A e up to stand properly as she backed away from him. "Lady Cate..." the elder woman bowed.

"Again... not royalty and I don't expect such from you, Dadan", the ravenette smiled as she placed her hand on the bandits shoulder. She looked to Garp, "I'll have words with you later" her tone sharper and colder to the older man.

"Walk with me, Ace", Catey gently stated as she began to make her way towards the outskirts of town. The young man simply nodded and followed.

There was a pregnant silence that could be sliced with a dull knife between the pair as they trekked further and further out of the village.

"Why are you not with Luffy or the children?" Catey's voice startled him after so long of walking in silence.

"What?" He quietly questioned as he finally looked up at her disappointed face.

"You're not alone in your grief... why are you not with your brother or the children y/n and you share?" She again asked. Her tone was more serious this time.

Ace hung his head and looked away, "How can I face them when I failed y/n so? She and Luffy went through Hell and back to save me.... I wasn't worthy to be saved... not by her and not by Luffy..."

"Unfortunately you don't get to make that decision on your own. I told you all growing up that you were all worth something to someone and to treat your lives as a precious gift... not to squander it in your own self pity..." Catey lifted his face to meet hers, "Every single soul in this world has the ability to define and change Fate as it should be."

"So you're Gol D. Roger's son... y/n is part of a forgotten and banished race deemed less than human... Luffy is the son of Monkey D. Dragon... Sabo is the son of spoiled aristocracy... these titles and backgrounds do not define you. What defines you is that you are the husband of y/n and the father of Lu, Bo, and Asa Rouge...", she smiled as she cupped his face and brought his forehead to hers.

"Asa Rouge?" Ace's voice broke as he began to sob uncontrollably. Catey wrapped her arms around him and held him close as he cried. "She knew you'd love it...", she chuckled, "and she's beautiful by the way... I forsee her having your freckles and being a spitting image of y/n.."

"You've seen her?" He shot up from her embrace, "where are my kids?"

"There's my kid brother... they are safe with an associate of ours. We were never forgotten on Amazon Lily and they treat us as gods and goddesses... Luffy is currently being treated there under the care of Trafalgar D. Law... a skilled surgeon who took him on by my request. I separated you two so you could get your bearings... but I didn't expect you to lose yourself like this. I'm glad i asked Jinbe to look after him", Catey caressed his face, "All is not lost my little prince."

"Why do you call me that? And why did you always call Luffy 'Rex'? " Ace was wiping his eyes and snorting snot out of his nose causing Catry to giggle at his manly antics.

"You're married into royalty and the son of the former King of the Pirates... and Luffy WILL be King of the Pirates", she smiled, "Rex means King in one of many languages we spoke on Atlantis."

"Why didn't you come to Marineford... I know y/n prayed to you...", he softly questioned as he held her hand to his face.

"I came as soon as she did... but Akainu had already mortally wounded her... we are immortal if we live peaceful lives but we CAN die... and I couldn't save her... but best believe I kicked his ass to kingdom come... would have killed him too I'd Shanks hadn't shown up", Catey responded wistfully, "Which brings me to another matter... what are you willing to do to get her back?"

Ace stared at her as if she had grown a second head. "Anything.... wherever she is, is where I'll go..."

"Good answer... shall I tell you how we get her back? It's a long journey and the babies have to come with..." Catey smiled, "We'll be on our way to the North Blue."

"You know better than anyone else in this world what I'll do for my family, Sis", he grinned.

"First we check on Luffy... he needs your reassurance.. then we pick up the kids from Amazon Lily.. from there we go to the North Blue... to some ancestral lands of my people... and from there you and y/n plot your course...", Catey explained but was engulfed in Ace's warm embrace.

"Thank you... for always being there and loving us", he began to cry again.

"Always..."

#one piece #portgas d ace #one piece fanfic #one piece x you

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fandom: age of calamity, botw rating: g starring: prince sidon and mipha note: spoilers for both games

"You know, Daruk’s my idol,” Yunobo says. He pumps his fists in the air like a kid at a fun fair in line for the big pirate ship ride. “They say he was the coolest Goron there ever was. Plus he had a beard. I think beards are awesome.”

“Great,” Sidon says. He stops peeling the mandarin in his hands for long enough to look up blankly at him. "Mipha was my sister."

the age of calamity, side b.

The thing about time travel is, even if someone stands in front of you and tells you point-blank that there’s a way to bring your dead sister back to life, you’re probably not going to believe them.

“I don’t believe you,” says Sidon.

“Okay,” Teba says patiently, fluffing his feathers with an absent glide of his wing. “Try harder.”

Sidon stares at him. He tries harder, though he’s not sure what that entails and so doesn’t end up really doing anything. “I don’t get you.”

“Which part don’t you get?”

“I get to see Mipha again?”

Teba’s eyebrow twitches. “Let me put this as simply as I can, Prince,” he says, a little too loudly. The soldier stationed at the bottom of the staircase turns to look at them. “We’re going to go back to the point a hundred years ago at which the four champions were killed in their divine beasts. We’re going to save them. We’re going to make sure they defeat Ganon before he can send Hyrule into ruin. And then we’re going to leave.”

By now, they’ve caught everyone’s attention. It’s been a long time since a hundred years ago, but here in Zora’s Domain it still feels like the events of last Tuesday, to be recounted over salt tea and fish skewers, to be mourned over an empty coffin. Everyone’s staring at the big white bird with the angry eyebrows, a little curious, a little apprehensive. For what he’s worth, Teba is indifferent. This much will not faze him.

Sidon twiddles his thumbs behind his back, where Teba cannot see them and the guards at the bottom of the staircase can point and laugh all they want. To be honest, he heard nothing. His heart stopped when he heard ‘killed in their divine beasts’, at which point a watery monster punched its way into his skull and crushed his brain. The monster is nothing concrete, nothing crystal-clear, just what little Link has told him, bits and pieces of a history he was prevented from taking part in. It’s been several months since the kid dragged his beaten-up body halfway across Hyrule and kicked Ganon’s ass, though they’re still feeling the after-effects of that particular calamity today. Mipha’s statue still looms over their heads, a reminder of what it means to die alone and far away from home.

“So,” Sidon starts, hearing his voice echoing in his ears like metal slicing through air. “What you’re saying is, I get to see Mipha again.”

Teba looks like he wants to grab one of the guards’ spears and stab Sidon in the face, but for what he’s worth, he reigns it in. “Yes.”

“Okay.” He grins. “I’m in.”

He tried to fight a lynel when he was fifteen. The domain had been overrun with monsters who had arrived for the pre-party to Ganon’s return, including an outstanding number of wizzrobes, several moblins, and a tall, intimidating figure which spat electricity from its pink-tongued mouth and whose name he couldn’t recall. While his father, the king, and his sister, the princess, breezed through the area like a lightning strike, reclaiming keeps and stabbing moblins with silver teeth so their generals could forge a path ahead, Sidon reveled in the wonder of being left unsupervised at four a.m. in the morning. And then heard the familiar, haunting roar of a lynel. And then decided to go and say hi.

It was a mistake, of course. The lynel was so tall he couldn’t make out the gear on its back. Its face was all squished up, like a birthday cake that had been stepped on, and its horns were too big for its thick, blocky nose. This was funny for all of five seconds. Then the lynel extracted a bow from that unknowable space behind it and aimed the sharp end of an arrow at his face, and it became a problem.

“H-h-h-hi,” said Sidon, holding up his Kid Spear, which was strictly for Kid Use Only, and had the offensive capabilities of a stick.

“RHOOARHGHHGHH,” said the lynel.

He jabbed the Kid Spear at the lynel’s leg. The lynel spat at him, though probably unintentionally, as it seemed preoccupied with the arrow it was trying to send into his face. It was stuck. The big scary lynel’s bow was stuck.

Emboldened by the stupid scary lynel’s broken bow, Sidon decided to try again. “Please go away, Mr. Lynel,” he said in his best and most charming Kid Prince voice, twirling his Kid Spear like a sweet jellyfish skewer.

“RHOAHOARHAGHOGHHHH,” said the lynel, who sounded significantly angrier than before.

“I understand,” Sidon said politely, and then closed his eyes and sent a prayer to the goddess Hylia (the way he had been taught to since he was old enough to speak, the way every child in Hyrule knew that there was a place for them to go to after they left this world behind). He braced for impact, which he hoped would be of the violent sort, earth-shattering and brisk enough to break his bones and leave nothing breathing in its wake. He was fifteen, not five. This was Ganon’s era. Every living creature in Hyrule knew this, the way their ancestors woke up and knew which direction the sun would rise from. Not if, but when. When the Calamity strikes. When your people die. When the knight emerges from the woods with the sacred sword in his hand, and saves you all.

But none came. When he opened his eyes, and he did so reluctantly, adrenalin coursing through his veins like thunder, the world was pitch black. In place of the cool blue moon was his sister, her ceremonial gear glittering darkly, the Lightscale Trident glowing like a star in her right hand.

“Holy shit,” whispered Sidon the kid. Mipha stabbed the lynel in the face.

She hugged him when it was all over and they had put the moblins and the wizzrobes and the electric moblin (so that’s what it was! Terrifying) back to sleep. Their father was upset, but he was frequently upset at Sidon and so it didn’t bother him as much as it could have. Sidon was not Mipha. It was all right if he got things wrong, as long as his sister never did. Coincidentally, the Hylian princess had been in the area at the time of the attack, accompanied by a knight with blue eyes and a Sheikah warrior who looked like she would throw a knife at a fish for sport. It was a good thing Mipha had been at home, and not visiting one of the other tribes or hunting for crabs near Lurelin. It was a good thing she had intervened when she had, lest the pre-party become the real thing.

“Thank you,” said the Hylian princess, trying her best to smooth her brow and failing. She looked anxious, though she had only come to pass on her father’s word, though the word that she had brought was victory.

Mipha smiled at her with a face full of sun. “It is my pleasure.”

He wishes the egg could talk. If the egg could talk then Teba would have less reason to talk, and if Teba talked less then Sidon would have less of a raging headache, which which would make him less of an asshole, which would make their discussions go much more smoothly than the janky, sputtering mess they’ve been all week.

“As I was saying,” says Teba, continuing whatever train of thought he picked up on their way up to Goron City and then dumped unceremoniously by the side of the road. As he does this, Death Mountain spits a chunk of lava out of its steaming gaping top, which lands a few inches shy of his breastplate. He hops backwards without missing a beat and begins fanning himself with one wing.

Riju stops fiddling with the diamond circlet in her hands for long enough to give him a look of inquiry. “As you were saying?”

“I can’t wait to see Daruk.” Yunobo scratches his arm. It makes a sound like two large boulders grinding together. Riju drops the circlet.

“You’re only going to see him for a short while,” Teba comments over the sound of the egg blowing its top at Riju and Sidon plugging his ears with his fingers. “No point getting all worked up about it.”

“You’re just as worked up yourself,” Riju counters. Patricia barks. Teba flinches.

This is true. There are two things Teba won’t shut up about. In ascending order of importance, they are 1) when they should depart for the alternate timeline in which they will prevent their respective ancestors from getting their spirits trapped in giant mechanical monsters for a hundred years, and 2) how incredible Revali is. Because Revali was the most powerful Rito warrior that ever walked the land (or flew over it, or blasted bomb arrows at it, whatever). Revali singlehandedly invented an entire style of aerial combat which involves launching yourself into the air with an updraft that defies the laws of the universe and then setting your surroundings on fire. Revali killed god.

Teba looks like he wants to go back to his wife and kid in Rito village. Good for him. Not all of them have bodies to put in coffins. “I just want to meet him once,” he says quietly.

Yunobo laughs, and it sounds like two extra large boulders grinding together. “Me too, brother.” He picks up the diamond circlet from the floor and puts it on his head like some kind of weird hat. “I’m going to tell Daruk how great he is. And then I’m going to go home.”

One time when they were much, much younger, before he woke up one morning and Mipha was three times his height, one of the guards brought back some durians. The durians were misshapen and spiky and smelled intimidating, though Sidon wouldn’t go as far as to say that the smell was unpleasant. The guard had obtained them from a merchant in the Faron region. He hadn’t meant to purchase them, but they were the last of her stock and she said she could only head home once she had sold everything. He empathized her.

At first they tried to open the durians with their hands, but this only produced several pricked fingers and left ominous and eerily substantial bloodstains everywhere, so someone brought out a spear, almost drove it through the table, and someone else brought out a carving knife. Halfway through the spectacle of watching one of the guards, who was thirty-seven and enjoyed collecting glowing stones as a hobby, attempt to de-spike an entire durian, the crowd parted abrutpyl.

“What are you all doing?” Mipha put her hand absently on Sidon’s head. He had been watching the ongoing debacle out of some kind of morbid curiosity, standing on tip-toes so he could peek over the top of the table, though now he had apparently been relegated to armrest.

“Trying to open this durian, your highness.”

Mipha laughed. His sister’s laugh was a delicate, heartrending affair, like trying to pull weeds from the bottom of a lake without breaking them at the stem. The weather at home was always more or less divine, but whenever Mipha laughed, Sidon swore it blasted a hole right through the clouds. If there were no clouds, then the hole appeared in the fabric of the sky instead. Mipha, at her brightest, was a walking catastrophe of sun.

Still chuckling a little, like she’d been made privy to a secret that none of them knew about, Mipha stepped up to the cutting board. “You have to do it like this,” she said cheerfully, digging her fingers into a seam in the durian’s shell like she’d been dealing with danger all her life.

Cue gasping. Cue the horrors of childbirth.

The durian was sweet. It was also a little goopy, but Sidon was no stranger to things which stuck to your fingers and refused to let go (he was one of those objects when it came to his sister, who he could rarely be found more than an arm’s length away from on any given day), so he felt for the little spiky fruit, and decided that he would make an effort to bring some back home when he went traveling himself in the future. While he examined the inside of the durian’s shell, which had been hollowed of fruit and had the texture of rough sandpaper, the guards crowded around Mipha and demanded that she share her secret to not getting stabbed to death by the fierce and terrifying durian. But either she didn’t know how to explain it to them, or they weren’t very good at listening, because she remained the only one capable of cracking open a durian with her bare hands for many, many years, up until she died while fighting a watery manifestation of Ganon inside the divine beast she had been told by the king of Hyrule to pilot to victory’s end. Then it was someone else’s turn to take over.

Painkillers for fish are a tricky affair. To begin with, charmingly little research has been conducted into the biology of the fish-person because the Zoras simply aren’t interested in how their bodies work, and while others have offered to do so in their place, among them several enthusiastic Sheikah researchers and one Hylian with a thing for huge glowing orbs, his people have never cared enough to give their consent. It’s a unique kind of apathy, one which stems from a place of privilege, or denial. They are, as a general statement of fact, very good at both.

“This will help.” Yunobo hands him a rock roast. Where did Yunobo get a rock roast from? Sidon frowns. They’re in the middle of the desert.

“Thanks,” Sidon says. Smiles. Kind of, like, holds the roast up to his mouth and gives it a sniff. It doesn’t smell half as good as durian. He puts it down.

It takes him several days to make sense of the convoluted sequence of events that Teba presented to him that day on the front door of the world he had rebuilt from scratch, surrounded by mystique and glamor and promising, in a breath of cold air, to bring his dead sister back to life. This makes it sound like he’s finished making sense of it all and will thus never be confused ever again, but if he’s to be entirely honest, he still doesn’t get it. He wants to. He’s scared to. He won’t look Teba in the eye.

“We should get going soon, don’t you think?” says Riju, who is twelve and somehow more put-together than all four of them combined. She pulls another book from the shelf and leaves it on the pile on the desk.

Yunobo shrugs loudly. “Doesn’t make a difference when we leave, does it? We could leave for Hyrule in twenty years, and we’d still end up at the same place.”

“But I want to save them,” Riju says earnestly. The pile behind her has been growing all afternoon, and will soon overtake her in height if she is not stopped. Mission preparation looks like archaeological excavation when you’re traveling backwards in time, and not forwards to some yet unknown destination. Ancient Sheikah records. Research journals. The writings of people who were obsessed with the events of a hundred years ago despite having no personal investment to speak of, and whose words carry with them a hint of reverence, even as they choreograph the funeral song of the old king. This is all that’s left of those ruins, aside from Link, who they’ve all quietly decided to keep uninformed of the current proceedings. Hyrule itself has been kept in the dark. No need for them to know about the maybes and the what-ifs and the could-have-beens. No need for more people to go crazy.

Sidon shuts the book in his hands with a thud. “But why?”

Riju’s eyes go wide. Drama queen. “Why what?”

Sidon opens his mouth, closes it, and opens it again. There’s a heat rash on the back of his neck which he can’t quite reach on his own. The elders had warned him about the desert, but the charm he received from Link has proven to be effective in all areas except for maintaining good skincare. He blinks dumbly at Riju, who has begun to flicker like the glassy surface of a pond. His eyes hurt.

“I mean, why do you.” His eyes hurt. His throat hurts. There’s something large and horrible stuck in his chest, and he can’t get it out. “Why do you want to save them?” There’s a durian in his rib cage. It must have lodged itself there when Teba glared at him like he was an idiot as he came face to face with the cruel reality of the universe, and it dawned on him like a dead body falling out of the sky that he would get to see Mipha one last time, and then he would have to come back. To a Hyrule without her. To the stupid stuck-up world that had to try again and again and again, coughing up blood and dragging itself through the dirt on bruised knees, before it could defeat the monster. “It’s not like they’ll come back to life,” he says, each word a silver knife in his mouth. “They’ll stay dead here. They’re already dead.”

Silence.

Riju has let everything go, including the diamond circlet, the topaz earrings, and three volumes sheathed in gold. Yunobo’s mouth is open so wide, you could stick your head inside and take a look around if you leaned in close enough. For the first time since he met him, Teba is at a loss for words. His chest rises and falls erratically, his hand on the bookshelf quivering, his eyebrows doing a little dance on his forehead. He’s sweating. Of course he is. They’re in the desert.

Riju, Hylia bless her soul, is the first to speak.

“It’s the spirit of things,” she says softly. She looks sadder than any twelve-year-old should ever have to look. But then and again, Sidon was barely old enough to hold a spear with both hands when his sister died and everything went to shit. Then and again, everything goes away eventually.

Sidon stares at her helplessly for a moment, gulping the humid air of the library like a fish out of water, then gives up and walks out of the room. He spends the rest of the afternoon blowing bubbles in the pool beside Kara Kara Bazaar while the other three continue their work, and then buys a durian from one of the vendors and hacks it open with his spear. You can’t crack open a durian with your bare hands, unless you’re Mipha, in which case you can do anything. It’s a good thing, then, that she’s gone.

When they were children and they got into trouble, his father would always scold Mipha far more harshly than Sidon. Mipha was the older sibling, after all. She should know better. This dynamic remained firmly established between them even as Mipha grew into her role as princess, future ruler, and eventually, champion. Of course, the reprimandings grew less stern, but Sidon had a penchant for winding up in places he wasn’t supposed to be in and Mipha had a penchant for being with him whenever this happened. He secretly resolved to pay her back when he got older and was finally able to stand up to his father, and therefore explain that most of the things they got into trouble for were his idea. He would be the one to weep at his father’s feet while his sister looked on with a horrified expression, and in that moment she would understand how much he loved her.

Then she died. You can’t tell the story of Mipha without this part. Mipha was a humble, kind girl, and then she died. Mipha could crack open a durian with her bare hands, and then she died. Mipha was the pride of their people, and then she died, and she died, and she died.

You can’t change the past with the wave of a hand. You’re not a bird. You’re not a fortune-teller. You’re a fish-person with an empty coffin for a sister, and in a few weeks’ time, you’re going to save her specter.

“...What if I brought her back with me?”

“Huh?”

“Hahajustkidding. No way I’d do that. Not a chance.”

“Um. Do you need painkillers?”

“Thanks, but they don’t work on me. I’m over a hundred years old, you see. Us Zoras, we’re different.”

The day before departure. They’re back at Zora’s domain. It’s raining. Teba is running through a checklist of items to bring with them which is so long, he has to hold it above his head to prevent it from touching the floor. Riju is feeding Patricia mandarin peels.

“You know, Sidon.”

Sidon looks up from his mandarin. “Mm?”

Yunobo grins at him. “Daruk’s my idol,” he says proudly. He pumps his fists in the air like a kid at a fun fair in line for the big pirate ship ride. “They say he was the coolest Goron there ever was. Plus he had a beard. I think beards are awesome.”

“Great,” says Sidon, as enthusiastically as he can, because he genuinely wants to be happy for Yunobo who is finally going to meet his idol and has clearly dreamed about this moment for some time. He wants to be happy for all of them. He fucking wants to. This is a rescue mission, not the imprisonment Princess Zelda walked into in Hyrule castle, not the hundred-year nap Link took on the Great Plateau. This is a happy ending, even if it’s not theirs.

Daruk the idol. Urbosa the warrior. Revali the bird. Sidon pictures them in his head, the way Link described them to him once, his voice carrying across the water like beams of light.

“Mipha was—”

He stops peeling the mandarin in his hands, his nails still embedded in the soft skin of it, the white-tinged flesh peeking out like a wound. Outside, the rain keeps falling. A river of tears from the sky.

Yunobo tilts his head to the side. “Mipha was?”

Mipha was the pride of their people. Mipha was the first person he wanted to live forever. Mipha was the only one he knew who could crack open a durian with her bare hands, like she was peeling open the heart of a monster, only to reveal that it had been something soft and scared all along. Mipha was a flesh-and-blood person. Mipha was the light of their world. Mipha is an empty coffin with a name inscribed on the lid, a house with the lights off, a memory drenched in ocean.

Yunobo prods his shoulder, though he barely feels a thing. “Mipha was?” he repeats kindly, herding him along to the end of the line, to the boat at the edge of the water.

Sidon puts the mandarin away. He stares long and hard at Yunobo, and hopes that his eyes will convey the wound his body no longer knows how to carry.

“Mipha was my sister.”

Let’s say you’ve been entrusted with the future of your kingdom. There’s a bad guy coming, and everyone’s scared to death, so you learn how to pilot this big robotic elephant which shoots turrets of water like a machine gun, and you get really good at it, and when the bad guy arrives on your new friend’s birthday suddenly you can’t do it anymore. You’re trapped inside the giant elephant. You’re bleeding out all over the floor. Your chest hurts like something awful, and your vision is beginning to blur. Sensing your despair, the monster closes in on you, wielding that big blue trident like fury. It holds the sky up over your head, and as it does so you close your eyes. You send a prayer to the goddess Hylia (the way you have been taught to since you were old enough to hold your little brother in your arms, the way every child in Hyrule knows that there is a place for them to go to after they leave this world behind). You brace for impact, which you hope will be the gentle sort, a slap to the wrist that’s conclusive enough to break your bones and leave nothing breathing in its wake. You’re twenty, not five. This is the end of all things as you know it. Every living creature in Hyrule knows this, the way their ancestors woke up one day and knew that this world would come to ruin. Not if, but when. When the Calamity strikes. When everyone you’ve ever loved dies. When you walk into the mouth of the elephant, and the elephant changes its mind, and decides to keep you in its belly forever.

None arrives. You open your eyes slowly, hesitantly, fear a living memory in your bones, but you are not faced with the stinging end of a trident. In its place is a boy almost three times your height, his eyes glittering darkly, the spear in his right hand shining like a star.

He is not your brother. But, Hylia bless you all, he is.

So what can you say, when the evil has been defeated and you are standing on the balcony of the castle, smiling up at him through tears while this big overgrown baby stares at you like you’re the answer to the universe, except:

We’ll definitely meet again, won’t we?

He flinches, but you don’t ask, and he doesn’t say why. He pulls you into an earth-shattering, bone-crushing hug. It’s a beautiful day to be alive, the sun shining like sin, Hyrule’s beaten but stubbornly breathing carcass laughing up at you from the fields below. He takes your hands in his. He’s shivering. He’s shaking from head to toe.

Of course, he says in the kindest, saddest voice you’ve ever heard, though he has only come to pass on someone else’s words, though the word he has brought is salvation. From now on, I’ll always be by your side.

: : : : :

You smile at him with a face full of stars.

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wherearemyglassesbro · 3 years

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could you do those feral headcanon things for the face family? i feel like you've done something similar but not just headcanons. if you have and i just missed it, i apologize!

Sure thing pal!

Arthur:

Artie was naturally feral. When he popped out of the ground, he wandered aimlessly until his mother found him

“There you are” and she dragged him back to her camp where his brothers were

He didn’t know them so he bit them

His only socialization for awhile was his mom and brothers so he didn’t exactly get to meet humans right off the bat the way other nations did as kids!

He often had chipped teeth from biting rocks or bones. His mom thought it was cute

Arthur didn’t get along with the village kids cause he was...rabid and they were not. They had traditions and a langauge and stuff like that and Art (along with his brothers) didn’t understand it...aw

He grew up pretty wild too, his pirate years were definitely some of his craziest cause he got to pretty much do whatever without consequences

Sometimes he’d cut off a finger or toe of someone he fought and wear it on a necklace. It fucking REEKED and his crew would be like dude that’s nasty but he didn’t care

He also did a lot of drugs. As a treat. He often looks back on his actions and cringes but he had a lot of fun lmao

Alfred:

When Alfred first popped out of the ground the first thing he learned to do was run

He just...ran around, sprinting like a bat outta hell through the woods. Rocks and sticks stabbed into his feet and twigs slapped him him the face

And when he got hungry he tackled a squirrel and bit it oh god uhhhh

He popped up about 5 miles from a tribe of Natives who were like...scared of him at first. Cause when a bloody child emerges from the forest at 4am, that’s not exactly a good thing

They thought he was a monster or something but after they gave him some clothes and food, he settled down by the fire and calmed down a considerable amount so...they didn’t have the heart to kick him out

He got along great with everyone! He was naturally curious, always wandering between people to check out what they were doing. He helped with tasks here and there from skinning deer to braiding hair

They were surprised by how quick he picked up on things. After only two days of teaching, he could expertly braid hair. After living with them for a week, he could skin a deer the way they showed him

He knocked his teeth out a lot cause he’d fall out of trees or get kicked in the face by animals so he’d make beads out of his own teeth. Awesome :)

Francis:

Fran popped up in the woods so he has a very similar experience to Arthur where he tuned into his instincts, made animal sounds, hunted with his bare hands, that kind of stuff

His mother found him after awhile and took him to the village where she lived on the west coast, thats a key difference between him and Arthur: his early exposure to people

He became very social very early on though he was still a brat. He would fight other kids who were physically his age knowing damn well that he’d beat them I to the dirt

He spent his teenage years killing Arthur over and over again so he developed insane assassin skills. Swords, poison, darts, knives, he knows how to use it all literally because he and his bestie just wanted to keep killing eachother

When fighting humans he’d stab them in the neck and watch them bleed out while making fun of them ‘aww! Poor thing!’...bitch...wtf

He realizes that was messed up but he was a teen then so he didn’t really know better

He has always been tame in the drug field. He tends to shy away only because he was worried about his self image...but then he’d get obscenely drunk and run around paris at 3am...the duality of man

In the 80s though he was a mess. He’d do 6 lines of coke and show up to world meetings in a fur coat sweating profusely. That’s just the way the cookie crumbles babey

He’s fallen off the Eiffel Tower before. He also pushed Arthur off of it a year later

Matthew:

Mattie is a woods child but like Alfred, he was taken in kinda quick

Mattie is a brutal fighter, as I mentioned in an earlier post. He cuts off his opponents arms and legs and punts them away. He only did that to nation oponnents though

Matt is more subtle tbh

But he does have his moments. He’ll drink a bottle of whiskey and go outside and the next morning he’ll wake up with a new bench. He doesn’t remember making a bench. Or cutting down the tree to make the bench. But he made it.

He’s eaten nails, paper clips, magnets, bolts, lots of small metal things just to see what his body does to them cause even as a nation, he doesn’t know how his body works. Turns out he just has to painfully shit it out lmao

He has also fought a bear. Did he win? No. Did he enjoy it? Also no

He has wrangled a wild moose before and rode it. I wouldn’t reccomend it and neither would he.

Michelle:

Michelle is a younger nation when compared to the other guys so she doesn’t have the same ‘I lived in the woods for months’ background

But she did pop out of the sand one day in front of a bunch of people which was startling to say the least

She was still born with her ‘animal instincts’ where she wanted to bite off fish heads and roll in mud, which she did

Her people took her in very quick though and taught her their ways so she is more ‘domesticated’ but I don’t enjoy using that term for people...but that’s kinda how it was

#aph #hetalia #ask away!#headcanons #hetalia headcanons #asks #always up for hc requests #aph france #aph england #aph america #aph seychelles #aph canada #aph face family #aph faces family

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victorie552onepiecespeedrun · 3 years

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Reading One Piece pt 342: I Have My Crew

Chapter 590

Thoughts:

- Cover: Jimbei and Mihawk eat, uh, Takoyaki I think :)

- Garp is in the Windmill Village. In present day. Hm

- villagers like him! But they’re SUPER worried what will happen now after Whitebeard’s death

- “I just sank a pirate ship out there” badass

- “All the world’s seas will be unstable for some time to come” understatement :D

- lol

- “Garp, we have another problem! Some bandits came down from the mountain and took over Makino’s tavern!” “Bandits” oh. Oh wow. Time of reconning has come for Garp

- “GARP!” It’s Dadan!

- yeah, you can beat him a up a little (a lot), Dadan, It’s not exactly like he doesn’t deserve it

- “You were at the battle! They were right in front of you! HOW could you stand there and do nothing to save Ace!!!???” RIGHT???

- “Your job always came before your family! Isn’t that right, Garp!? Hero of the Navy, my foot! Go to hell, you worthless old geezer!” Dadan’s crying and beating him up again. While he deserves that beating, I DON’T think Garp considers his job more important than his family. It’s just… something ABOUT his job makes him disregard some family “duties”. It amounted to the same thing here but it’s not the same

- Makino is stopping Dadan by protecting Garp? …why?

- “Those two were within his reach, but he couldn’t save them! Don’t you see? Garp is hurting more than anyone!” …it is true. Both of these things. But, Makino, I think you’re very forgiving. You’re too good for this world, and it’s not a compliment.

- “…wrong. LUFFY IS THE ONE HURTING MOST!” oh shit, she right

- :( :( :(

- Garp says Luffy must be alive. Right, Navy doesn’t know where he is

- oh thank god, our family spat is over

*manga goes straight to Ace and Whitebeard’s funeral”

… yay…

- it looks sad but badass. Exactly what I would like my grave to be if I was a warrior

- yeah, thank you, Shanks

- he’s worried about Luffy too :(

- he thinks that Ace was a lot like Roger :( and he wants Luffy to cry AND overcome his pain

- back to Amazon Lily. With Luffy

- Luffy, please somehow hear how worried all your friends and family are for you

- “Luffy…” or at least hear Jimbei

- “GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!” oh fuck

(it’s a normal reaction for a grieving person but with Luffy, who ABOVE ALL ELSE doesn’t want to be alone, it just hits you bad)

- “I can’t do that. I won’t let you go on hurting yourself” Jimbei, you are the BEST

- “It’s my body! I’ll do what I want to it!” “That’s how Ace thought. He died because he did what he wanted with his body.” Oh, building up to big revelation, I see

- and now Jimbei is letting Luffy fight him. Luffy, he’s a Warlord and you’re a mess, what are you expecting to happen

- yep, that’s what I thought

- oh, now JIMBEI’s mad at Luffy, what a twist

- “Are you blind to everything now? Where’s your confidence that you can overcome everything? What happened to that strength you never doubted?” somehow death of your loved one never comes up when you swear things like this and later it bites you in the ass. This is that moment

- “You can’t see the way forward right now! Regret and guilt are consuming you!” true

- “It may be painful for you now, Luffy! BUT FIGHT IT!”

- “Don’t dwell on what you’ve lost! What’s gone is gone forever! Try to remember… what you still have!!” …it’s so simple, yet it’s getting to me

- It’s getting to Luffy too

- he’s counting?

- we love you too, Luffy

-“…I see.” Yeah, Jimbei, good work

- flashback :)

- “Now he has a crew of his own that he can depend on. He’ll be okay no matter what happens. I feel… relieved.” I didn’t know our crew did such a good impression on Ace but I’m really glad it did

- “I want to see them right now. I WANT TO SEE THEM!” :D

Crisis both done AND averted. Happy One Piece, we’re back on track!

rOP 341 rOP 343

#one piece #one piece speed read #one piece reaction #everyone say thank you to Jimbei for saving Luffy and this manga #somehow I expected worse #but Jimbei really got through to Luffy quite simply #I'm glad #when you think you can't get out of well of despair but all you need is a reminder that people care about you #and that you love them in return #simple really #alright the worst is behind us now!#to better future!#chapter 590 #one piece chapter 590 #590 #spoiler #spoilers #have a nice day #rOP 342

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emerald-echeveria-plant · 3 years

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[[Part 6 of ???]]

Conversation in the cave

//The group came across two paths. One led into a dark, creepy cave with monsterous sounds echoing. While the other led to a sunny, field of flowers. Baozhai walks towards the entrance of the cave.//

Islay: Baozhai, why are you going that way?

Baozhai: This was is a short cut, we'll get there waaaaay faster if we go through here!

Billy: um, you sure about this..?

Baozhai: of course I am! If we took the other path, we'd get there slower duh! Sure it looks more safe but it ain't worth it! *Walks into the cave*

Billy, looks over to Islay: she's not serious is she..?

Islay: She knows where the treasure is so we gotta follow her. *follows Baozhai into the cave*

//Billy and Flint looked at each other, exchanging worried looks. They has a feeling this wasn't going to end well. Regardless, they followed them in. Islay pulled out a match a lit it. She saw a few large sticks on the ground and picked them up. She lit them and handed them out for each person.//

Islay: Be careful where you step. You might end up trigging a trap or fall through something.

//The group walked together through the cave. They made sure to stick close together. No one could risk getting lost in here.

Baozhai stayed close to Flint. A bit giddy she was close to her love interest.//

Baozhai: sooo, Flinty, you got some special in your life?? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend??

Flint: No.

Baozhai: Oh, that's great! Wait, I mean- oh nooooooo...

Flint, rolls his eyes: why do you care?

Baozhai: oh no reason, just trying to get to know each other.

Flint: why you you want to get to know me?

Baozhai: Because IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII... Think I'd be good to pass the time!

Flint: Okay..

Baozhai: So tell me, what type of things are you into?

Flint: um-

Baozhai, cutting him off: You like thrilling adventures? Swords? Rum? Treasure? Glory???

Flint: yeah, I like all those things-

Baozhai, cutting him off again: -killing rich people? Blowing up banks they own?? TORTURING THEM IN FRONT OF THEIR SPOUSES???

Flint: ಠ_ಠ

Flint: no...

Baozhai, nervously laughs: haha, I took it too far didn't I..?

Flint: Yeah, you did.

Baozhai: Sorry, it's just, I really don't like the nobility or monarchy. I get a "little" carried away when thinking about them.

Flint: They're not too pleasant.

Baozhai: haha, yeah, definitely! The total WORST! The only good thing about them is their riches and valuables. Makes me so happy seeing them miserable when I steal their things!

Flint, uncomfortable: uh huh..

Baozhai: but enough about my hatred of the one percent, tell me about yourself.

Flint: Well, I'm a bit new to this whole pirating thing.

Baozhai: oh really?? No way, me too! Please tell me more.. 💕

Flint: I and my friend Bones were kidnapped by Haggis. We were forced to join his crew and became his cabin boys. Captain works us till we drop. I think the only thing I enjoyed about being apart of his crew is the access to treasure and rum.

Baozhai: Wow, I'm sorry that happened to you.. I mean at least it's not all bad for you. Treasure and rum is great!

Flint: Well, I only get a small cut of the treasure. Haggis says I haven't proven myself to get more of it.

Baozhai: What an asshole! He shouldn't do that. You should take all the treasure because.. because.. you're a amazing! And do as much work as everyone in your crew! Dang it I should've said that first...

Flint, sighs: He won't listen to me but I have to deal with that. Everyday.

Baozhai: you've never thought about escaping..?

Flint: Nah, I'm pretty sure the captain would just track me down and beat me to a pulp.

Baozhai: Well, if he ever does, I'll teach him a lesson or two with my dagger!

Flint: heh, you can try but you're the size of a mouse in comparison to him.

Baozhai: oh please I still can take him on! You know what they say, size doesn't matter.

Flint: I don't think that applies to that situation.

Baozhai: it can work in any situation. If a mouse can scare an elephant than so can I! He won't even see it coming! I'll be all like "what's up Haggis I'm gonna kick your butt!" And then he'll be all like "please don't hurt me! I'll do anything!" And then I'll say "oh I'll let you walk free IF you stop treating Flint awful!"

//Flint chuckled softly finding her tangent very amusing.//

Flint: You're a brave little thing aren't you? Not even afraid of what'll happen to you?

Baozhai: Nope! He may have messed up my nose but he's gonna regret that! I'm about to unleash a world of pain on him!

Flint: I wouldn't do that if I were you. You'll get really hurt, Haggis is more capable of causing damage to more than just your face.

Baozhai: It's fine, I'll be fine! You don't need to worry for me. Aw you're such a cutie for caring 💕

Flint: I'm just making sure you won't do anything you'll regret..

Baozhai: I swear I won't regret it. Besides someone needs to stand up to that jerk.

Flint: I've already tried that. It ain't as easy as it looks.

Baozhai, sympathetically: Hey, I won't do it if you're that concerned. Besides we can always talk how horrible he is behind his back. If that makes you feel any better.

Flint: I'm not sure if I should.

Baozhai: No, no, no. You sir need to get out all that pent up rage you have with your boss! Here I'll say something awful about bonnet and then you say something awful about Haggis!

Flint: I-

Baozhai, cutting him off: Okay it's agreed! Now where should I start... *Snaps fingers* Oh yeah. Bonnet is a weak man that's too much of an idiot to be captain! Whew, been meaning to get that one outta me... Now you try :)

Flint: Um. Let's see, Haggis is a jerk.

Baozhai, groans: Come on, I know you can do better than that!

Flint: That's all I have.

Baozhai: Seriously? Coming from the man who gets treated awfully by him everyday of his life? I know there's something you want to say, you just won't let it out.

Flint:

Flint: He's an asshole that I want to throw overboard...

Baozhai: What was that? I couldn't hear you.

Flint: I said he's an asshole that I want to throw overboard.

Baozhai: What??? I still can't hear you! Why are you talking so low? Afraid that he'll hear you??

Flint, getting pissed off at this point: FOR FUCK SAKE I SAID THAT HE'S A FUCKING ASSHOLE THAT I WANT TO THROW OVERBOARD! THERE! DID YOU HEAR THAT??

Baozhai: Yes. Now, did that make you feel better? Getting all that anger out..?

Flint:

Flint: it kinda did...

Baozhai: You don't have to feel ashamed. It's a good thing to get it all out! Bubbling up anger isn't healthy.. ain't that right Islay?

Islay: Go fuck yourself.

Baozhai: Seeee?

Flint: ... You're a strange person you know that.

Baozhai: I'm strange in the way I try to help people :)

Flint: heh, I guess so.. hey, I haven't asked you, how did you join pirating?

Baozhai: Huh? Oh, I joined after leaving my home for becoming a wanted fugitive. I thought to myself that joining a pirate crew was the best thing. I mean I was already a criminal so why not embrace it? Haha!

Flint: How did you become a fugitive?

//Baozhai got flashbacks of a burning house, hearing sirens, and the screams of bloody murder. She couldn't make out the images because they were so blurry. Baozhai couldn't help but smile at the flashbacks. She found it almost nostalgic. It was a moment in her life that caused a massive change. In her path and in her mind. Flint noticed this her expression. He felt a bit alarmed seeing her smile so randomly. All he did was ask a question.//

Baozhai: Well, let's just say, I shouldn't have my back turned near high places. 🙂

Flint, creeped out: Okay..

Baozhai: Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I'm a little cuckoo in the head but don't worry, I won't hurt you, promise.

Flint, scoots a little bit away from Baozhai: Sure, I can trust you on that.

Baozhai: You definitely can! I'll have your back if anyone tries to mess with you!

Flint: Nice to know I have a possible crazy woman to protect me.

Baozhai: I know right?? Isn't that such a good deal? No one will try to mess with you then!

Flint: I can't guarantee that but you can try to.

Baozhai: haha, I love you..

Flint: what-

Baozhai: I said I shove you.. In a playful way! See? *Playfully shoves Flint*

//Flint bumps into a wall. A button was trigged causing multiple torches to light up. It revealed a mural before them. Islay took a closer look at the murals. They showed depections of outsiders with armies attacking and killing the villagers.//

Islay: Looks like the paititi people didn't just disappear.

Baozhai: so you're saying they were attacked?

Islay: Pillaged seems more like it. Just like how most civilizations of today were born.

Bones: You think there's any treasure left?

Islay: By the looks of it, looks like they managed to hide most of it to where we're heading. It's a good thing too or our adventure here would've been a waste of time.

Flint: We should keep moving. I think I see the exit up ahead.

Baozhai: Lead the way Flinty!

Flint: don't call me Flinty.

Baozhai: oh okay. Flinty..

//The squad walked together, exiting the cave.//

Flint: Huh, to be honest I kinda expected to get attacked by a monster or something.

Baozhai: I know right? I really wanted to beat up a big scary monster..! *Pouts*

Flint: Maybe next time Baozhai.

Baozhai: I mean dang I choose that one on purpose to fight something but guess I choose wrong.

Flint: Yeah well- wait you CHOOSE THAT ONE ON PURPOSE?? I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS A SHORTCUT?!?

Baozhai: Something you should know about me is that I'm a liar.

Flint, pins her up against a tree: YOU FUCKING IDIOT YOU COULD'VE GOTTEN US KILLED!

Baozhai: HEY HEY! I mean at least we didn't die right???

Bones: she does have a point.

Flint, slowly unpins himself: I've got my eye on you from now on..

Baozhai: okay, okay, you don't have to worry from now on... But having your eye on me won't be so bad..~

Flint, rolls his eyes: whatever..

Bones: if that one was safe then wouldn't the other one be..?

Islay: Dangerous? Possible but I don't wanna find out. *Puts out her torch*

Bones, shrugs: I guess you're right. No point in doing so now. *Puts out his own torch*

Baozhai: Alright then ladies, enough chit chat. Treasure awaits us!

//Baozhai ran forward through some bushes. The others quickly tailed behind her, not wanting to lose the only person who knows where the treasure is. As soon as they ran away, from the different path emerged Sao, Haggis, and Erik. They looked pretty distressed after having witnessing something terrible.//

Sao: Why would you think that was a good way to go??

Erik: I DON'T KNOW! It looked safer???!

Sao, grabs him by his collar: We almost got killed! Those creatures were going to mual us to death!!

Erik: Oh please next time you chose where we go! Let's see how well that works out for you!

//Suddenly a dagger was thrown in between the two. It caused them to separate. Haggis had another dagger in hand, in case one wasn't enough to quick the twos fighting.//

Captain Haggis: Would you two shut up!? We don't have time to argue! We have to keep moving..

Erik & Sao: Yes captain!

Captain Haggis, pulls out the map from an inner pocket of his coat: we move north. Don't make yourselves noticable.. I have feeling one of Bonnet's leeches are around here.. closer than we know it.

Erik: you think that echo that called you an asshole and wanted to throw you overboard was one of them?

Captain Haggis, punches him in the face: DON'T SAY THAT AGAIN!

Erik, falls over: I'm sorry captain! I was just.. retelling what they said..!

Captain Haggis: Doesn't matter, you don't disrespect me regardless.. Let's go. *Walks forward*

Sao: get up off the ground you Sissy.

Erik: I can't.. I'm.. too weak to go on... Carry me?

Sao: no.

Erik: okay fine.. at least kiss it to make it all better??

Sao: I'm gonna kick you where the sun don't shine if you don't get up.

Erik, quickly getting up: ALRIGHT THEN! Let's not leave the captain behind now..

//Sao rolls her eyes at him and shaked her head. The two quickly followed behind their captain.//

Erik: you sure know how to swing a right hook captain..

Captain Haggis: I know. Not even Bonnet, who's twice my size couldn't even beat me. If I see him again, I'll make sure he won't even get out alive.

To be continued..

((Islay and Baozhai belong to me

Haggis, Sao, and Erik belong to @chaossmith2))

#treasure planet au #oc insert

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zutaraangsupremacy · 4 years

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Fanfic about Zuko and Iroh during his banishment years

Iroh leaves with him, obviously. He doesn't have to but he does because he loves his nephew and understands that this kid is going to die if he doesn't

He gets his most trusted war buddies to accompany them. They're apprehensive but they like Iroh and they trust him so they come with him

Some servants from the palace come because they've been with zuko since he was little and have taken care of him and they don't want to see him off. They weren't prepared for it to be like this or this soon

These war buddies begin questioning the sanity of their fire lord. Like, zuko deserved a punishment of some kind, but this is crazy

But no one can voice that without upsetting Zuko. He 100% believes he deserves this. There's no getting to him

Iroh knows this is a wild goose chase, so he does everything he can to go on little side quests that are just meant to be fun bonding moments

Like going to a hole in the wall earth kingdom restaurant he likes in some shabby coastal town ("I know the owner and his wife. They're lovely people." "This place is filthy." "Not filthy, loved. Used by people." "It's a mess.")

(turns out the current owners are not the same ones he knew, they get chased out for being fire nation)

They go to all the same places the gaang will eventually travel

"Ah, the Great Divide! It's the largest canyon in all the earth kingdom. It will take a two days and one night to cross." "Unless the Avatar's in there, I'm not interested." "We still have to cross nephew." "This is ridiculous"

Zuko gradually begins doing more to help out on the boat. At first no one expected him too because of his injury (they spend a lot of time reminding him to lay down and rest or else he won't heal properly) but then he's good enough to walk around and then he's good enough to train

He's a prince and he's not used to doing stuff like chores. At first hes a spoiled lil shit and refuses to help do anything, but then he starts feeling guilty

His mom wasn't royalty growing up and she always helped out the servants with cleaning up after herself and after her kids

His mom wouldn't want him to sit around be and so callous to people who willingly banished themselves alongside him and are actively trying to help him

So he goes up to the helmsman and asks if there's anything he can do to help

Iroh is so proud of him

Zuko learns how to do basic shit like washing the dishes and tying knots and steering a ship

He makes a lot of mistakes but he's transparent about it, and he doesn't put the blame on others because he's a good leader

Iroh contacts the white lotus. He has an idea of what they can do to depose the fire lord if only they're ever given the opportunity

Lots of flashbacks to Lu Ten, who was not a good leader, but a good person. Family was most important to him, even if he likes parties and girls. And he was brave. He was a good soldier though and a talented fire bender

And zuko feels really guilty because though he was sad that Lu Ten died he was super excited about being the new crown prince, to the point where it overshadowed his grief

Especially since if Lu Ten was somehow still alive, he wouldn't jumped into the Agni Kai without hesitation. He would've lost sure, but he could never just sit there and watch something like that happen. He believed in fair fights, not scare tactics

Plus he loved his lil cousins and would do anything for them, even if he would exclude azula from things because it was "boy stuff" (ie, azula actually had friends and zuko didn't, and he didn't want zuko to get lonely)

Meanwhile Iroh is also feeling super guilty because the one time he should've stepped in to defend zuko, the one time it mattered most, he didn't and know he has to make up for that

More weird side quests. They go to defend a small village from pirates because Zuko couldn't stand to see them get hurt. He told himself it was because the pirates had fire nation weapons and he needed to take them away because what if they fall into the wrong hands?

They kidnap guru pathik and Iroh and him have a long talk about life and it's meaning, even after Zuko has beat the shit out of him because he thought he was the Avatar

But pathik can let it go. He understands. He leaves peacefully

The crew all becomes Zuko's adopted dad's, even if he doesn't acknowledge it

They all take turns keeping watch over the deck at night because Zuko is young and volatile and they don't know what he might do

They fight off a serpent attacking some fishermen even though it wrecks their ship and they're stuck in some coastal village while they do repairs and are shunned by everyone

Iroh has a bad gambling problem and zuko is not fucking having it ™

Iroh calls him his "sweet prince" and pinches his cheeks. All. The. Fucking. Time. And it's super embarrassing

he likes the affection tho

But also zuko is still the worst ™ and super bratty. He just wants to be left alone doesn't want help doesn't need advice

He loses his temper frequently for small things

The crew feels like Iroh doesn't discipline him enough but they don't understand that zuko gets visibly frightened when people even just raise their voices near him and how sensitive he is and—

Iroh makes a lot of excuses for the way he spoils his nephew. He knows it won't help him in the long run but he'd do literally anything to make him happy

He buys him all sorts of gifts: swords, scripts, scrolls on bending forms, lil knick knacks and zuko doesn't really want any of it at all but Iroh doesn't give up. He gets it. Gets why he's so impossibly unhappy and angry and moody.

He's still a good leader tho. Still throws himself into any fight and it hurts Iroh because that's just what lu ten would do if he were here now

Also he's terrified of Zuko getting hurt, ever. There's times where he can't sleep because all he hears are his nephews terrified, heartbreaking screams and he knows damn well that if he ever sees his little brother again, he will kill him, without hesitation (even though he's sworn off violence unless absolutely necessary)

(and then all he can think about is what was lu ten doing in his final moments? Did he know Iroh loved him?)

They're a big dysfunctional family built around this one traumatized lil kid who acts all big and tough but also animal cruelty legitimately makes him cry like actual tears

Like he SOBS man he fucking loses it

Zuko's all angsty about missing Mai and the crews all trying to give him really terrible love advice

Just like. I need this. I need Iroh & zuko content in my life

#long post #i got carried away #atla #atla iroh #iroh #uncle iroh #atla zuko #zuko #headcanon #fanfic ideas #lu ten #lu ten atla #avatar the last airbender #can yall tell im passionate about this shit?#& have given it way too much thought #zuko and iroh remind me of my godfather and i #because im a fucking zuko kinnie

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itgetsdarksometimes35 · 4 years

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The Maid

Warnings: Non con, dub con, sex pollen, kidnapping, daddy kink, one wears clothes, one doesn’t, spanking, hair pulling, 18+

Word Count: 4,248

Pairings: Dark!Thor x Reader

Prompts: Pirates and all the warnings.

Summary: Reader sold herself as a maid on Loki Laufeyson’s ship so she could support her family back home. One night intruders come onto the ship.

~ indicates a time change

- indicates a POV change

A/N: This is a late submission to @sherrybaby14 mini b-day challenge. Happy late, lovely, I hope you accept and love this late present. I am officially all caught up and I’ll be posting tomorrow. I sadly will not be posting for a bit, though, after that. Finals and life demands suck, but I’ll write when I can. Love you guys, thanks for understanding, and I hope you enjoy! :)

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Being the only girl on a ship didn’t have many perks. Sure, nobody ever got into a drunken fight with you or expected you to fight in a battle or help in a raid, but you were the mother of about 50 disgusting men. They threw their clothes at you to wash, stained with blood, feces, and urine, and left messes. You cared for them when they were sick. They constantly grabbed at you like the last piece of meat at dinner and were never grateful. Your days consisted of waking up hours before the rest of the crew, making breakfast, which typically woke everyone up, cleaned until it was time to make lunch, went back to cleaning until dinner, and cleaning until you passed out from exhaustion. On days a raid would happen you’d have to work on a docked ship and later give medical care. On the days where you attacked at sea you were to hide in your quarters. Never was there a battle lost or fought on your ship, but you were ordered to stay safe regardless.

Your leader, Captain Loki Laufeyson, was an evil crook. Sure, all pirates were, but he was extra cruel. He stole, lied, and killed people who trusted him. You were painfully awaiting the day where he would finally sell his own crew out to save his ass.

You being the only girl was entirely his doing. He purchased you a few years back in your village. Your father had died of infection and your mother had become extremely sick herself and wouldn’t survive much longer and now could no longer work. You had 9 younger siblings who would die during the harsh winters if you weren’t able to find food soon. You could’ve gotten a job locally, but time wasn’t on your side, you needed money fast, and none of the menial work they gave women wouldn’t do. The good paying jobs all asked for hardworking, big men. The eldest boy in your family was 7. Without any other option, you went to town and auction yourself off to pirates who needed a woman, or more, for any reason. You had hoped you wouldn’t be wanted for that. They paid big money and you would give it to your family for food and medicine while the others got local jobs to continue to support themselves. You didn’t expect to see your family again, so you let your brothers know they were now the men of the house and let your sisters know they needed to step up. The goodbye was painful, the youngest clung to your skirts while the older ones held back tears and forced smiles, promising mom would be okay and that they’d find good jobs to help out. Your mother wasn’t aware of any of it while she lay in her bed, looking off.

“Goodbye, ma.” You said kissing her sweaty forehead, caressing her hair back.

Soon you were at the docs, on a podium, while strange, dirty, loud men shouted numbers. Some were drunk and stumbled over their words while others were pointed and well spoken. Among the ladder was a man who sat at the very front. He started at you with eyes as blue as the water he sails on, long hair as dark as his thoughts.

“Five thousand pound silver.” The crowd hushed. They looked around for the maniac that would pay that much for one maid. Your eyes widnes at the mysterious man as a sinister smile graced his God-like features. You turned to the auctioneer who donned the same surprise as you.

He shook out of the shock and yelled, “Going once, going twice...Sold!” A man in rags helped usher you off the podium while another lead a blonde girl on next as the number calls started again. Your legs moved on their own accord as your mind swam. Why had he paid so much for you? What was his plan?

You were lead to the pirate and a banker who would handle the money. A few small brown bags sat on the table where the banker sat filing out papers. He grabbed them before turning to you. “Who do I make the remaining money out to?” You told him your family’s name and he scribbled on two pieces of paper. He stamped one before handing it to the man who’d just bought you. “Here you are, Captain Laufeyson, enjoy your new lady.”

You continued looking forward as your body began to shake from fear. From the corner of your eye you saw him turn to you with the same smile he wore minutes before. “That I will.”

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You opened your eyes suddenly, looking around the darkness. Your body typically woke you up like clockwork to get the day started, but that’s not why you were currently up. You heard a noise. The wood of the floorboards above you creaked. Who could possibly be up? Every night the men filled their bellies up with food, wine, and beer and passed out; the smell of more food being their only source awakening. You swung your legs out of bed carefully and grabbed the unlit oil lamp on your dresser of items. You reached into one of the drawers and pulled out a lighter and fed the lamp the flame as it illuminated the small room. You slowly crept to the door, praying the wood wouldn’t betray you.

You pulled the door open and looked out with the lamp lighting your view. Seeing nobody there you crept out more until you were at the stairs. You couldn’t see past them and your heart beat in your chest like a hammer. Maybe you should turn back. Go back to sleep, pretend you heard nothing. The thoughts ran in your head as you debated what to do next when you heard it. Heard them. Voices. You quickly blew out the candle and was thrown into darkness again. You crouched down and leaned on the bottom step, listening.

“Find what you can and take it. I want this mission to be quick and easy, find the hammer, burn the ship down, and leave. If you find anyone awake, kill them. My brother will pay for what he stole from me.”

Fuck. Footsteps continued walking around upstairs and your mind raced. You were being invaded. But surely by the wrong ship, Loki had no brother. Or maybe he did, he never spoke to you. You didn’t know what he stole from people or who he stole from, you just knew he left behind countless enemies that were bound to come back one day. But they never did, until now.

You had to think fast, the ship would be up in flames soon and if you’re found awake you’ll be killed. You couldn’t jump overboard, you’d definitely drown. Your only hope was the ship’s one lifeboat, the one Loki kept around for himself and a few men that’d he take with him to help row him to safety if the ship were to ever have an emergency. It was a long shot, the odds weren’t in your favor at all, but if you waited for the flames to wake everyone the lifeboat would be filled and gone. If you acted now, you’d be in the boat ready to sail off the minute the invaders burned the ship and retreated back to their own.

Rowing couldn’t be that hard and you had to be close to land. You had just finished a raid hours ago, you just needed a map. Maybe a compass and some food to last you. You stood and slowly crept to your room to retrieve a small brown sack with a map and compass in it, you’d stolen it in your first year on the ship, saying you’d run away back to your family; you never found the guts. It was still dark so you felt around blindly until you felt it hidden in your drawer. Then you walked fast, but carefully, back out and to the stairs where you listened for movement. Upstairs in the kitchen was a basket of fruit the men had gotten while on land. You’d have to be fast. The kitchen was all the way on the other side, and you had no idea what these men looked like or where they were.

Slowly, while clutching the bag tighter, you made your way up the stairs. You looked around, using the moon as light, before deciding the coast was clear. You stepped onto the deck, the cold night made the wood feel like ice on your bare feet. You were used to the heat of the underdeck, never had you left your room in such immodest conditions, wearing just a thin nightgown and underwear. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment of being found like this as you carried on to the kitchen.

You got into the kitchen and felt for the fruit, using muscle memory to navigate around the room. You stepped very timidly in your search, you were all too aware of the fact that there were plenty of things that made loud noises in here. Then you felt the bowl and took a few fruits before putting it in your bag. You start walking out when a loud clang echoes throughout the kitchen and pain radiated through your foot. You kicked a pot.

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A noise rang in Thor’s ears and stopped his search short. He boarded his brother’s ship with 3 other men in search of the hammer his brother had stolen from him, the object that was worth more than gold that he had found on a journey. He looked up at his crew member, Heimdall, and the both nodded to each other. They both inched closer and closer to the source of the noise, drew their swords, then pushed the door open. The moonlight pushed in and illuminated the room. In the middle of it was a black pot on the floor.

“It may have fallen by itself. Stranger has happened.” Heimdall commented.

Thor grunted in an answer, but didn’t leave, moving deeper into the kitchen. He kept his sword at attention before him, ready to swing. As he continued looking, Heimdall stepped outside to keep watch as Stephen Strange walked up to him, yielding the object they were all there to retrieve.

“I found the hammer,” he said holding it up to Heimdall, the light bouncing off it, “Cocky bastard had it unprotected in his trophy room.” Stephen announced looking into the kitchen and seeing someone crawling. His eyebrows raised as he looked closer into the dark room.

Thor turned the last corner before standing up completely, sighing in defeat. “I guess it did fall by itself.”

Stephen smiled as the small body continued to crawl slowly backward toward the door, obviously oblivious to the two men that stood behind her. “Not quite, Captain,” the body stiffened at the close voice. “I think we found our culprit.”

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You hadn’t heard them, you were too focused on the man with long blonde hair to notice the two other men that stood behind you. The hair on your body stood to a point and your body was frozen in place. You stared ahead as you felt the heat of the man behind you.

“What do you mean-”

The blonde, their captain, stopped short when he saw you. His eyes matched that of your own captain’s but he was much bigger. You could see the muscles work to hold the heavy sword that the captain held onto, his beard was light across his stunned face. He was beautiful. And he was going to kill you.

The blonde shook his head and looked above you to his men. “Heimdall, go find Holgun and you guys start the fire. We’ve gotten my hammer, now it’s time to finish what my brother started.” He turned to the one holding the hammer. “Hand me my hammer and go with them.”

The brown haired man walked to the blonde holding out the hammer, never taking his glaring eyes off of you. “What about her?”

The captain looked to you before responding, “I’ll deal with her.”

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The next thing you knew, you were on a lifeboat and the ship you had called home for years now was up in flames. The only lifeboat on the ship was set on fire, so there was no way of escape now. The men you were with rowed away from the flames as screams and panic filled your ears. You still clung to the brown bag as you curled up into yourself on the boat floor. Every once in a while the captain, Thor as the men have called him several times, will look at you.

Stephen looks back at you before looking at Thor, who was still looking at you. “You said to kill anyone who was awake. She was awake; why are we taking her back? She should be dead.” The other men glanced back as well before turning their attention back to rowing.

“She’ll come in handy.” Thor smiled at you before turning to Stephen. “Don’t question your captain, Stephen.”

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It didn’t take long before you were back at Thor’s ship. It was like Loki’s only this one looked newer. It was definitely in better condition, he probably had more than one maid. The men got out of the boat and onto the ship, stretching as the morning glow of the sun coming up cascading onto the main deck. Few other crew members were up and moving things along to get the day started. They seemed less barbaric than the men you were used to babysitting, these men looked like they knew how to care for themselves.

Thor helped you from the lifeboat and lingered even after you were steady on your feet. You looked up at him before looking at the bag in your hands. A gust of wind went by, making you shiver; it was then that you remembered how exposed you were. You wrapped your hands around your body, and Thor must’ve noticed this gesture because he hugged you to him.

“You’re freezing. Here, follow me.” As Thor led you around more and more eyes looked to you. Hungry eyes took in your scandalous appearance, not once did you see another girl. Something told you these men hadn’t seen a girl in years, especially in this type of attire.

You were led into a big room, at least double the size of what you were used to. Thor set down his hammer on a dresser before pulling socks and a jacket out. Both items entirely too big for you.

“I’m sorry, it’s all I have,” Thor said scratching the back of his neck, sounding ashamed, “Not any women who would be able to share clothes with either.” He handed you the items and watched as you timidly pulled the clothes on.

“T-thank you…” Your voice didn’t sound like yours.

Thor nodded and looked at your bag. He seemed to just notice it as he took it from you, looking at the contents within. He looked at you before smiling. “You wanted to run?”

You nodded meeting his gaze.

“Did my brother didn’t treat you right did he? Never did know how to care for a woman properly.”

Oh, he thought…

“No,” You said a little too loud, “I was only his maid. We never...I never…” You trailed off, before looking down at your hands. They were sweaty from holding the bag for so long.

“But he wanted to. He tried didn’t he?”

You stayed silent. Thor seemed to know his brother, you didn’t need to answer him. The night Loki took you back to the ship he had tried, but you cried and begged. You thought he wouldn’t let you go, what would you be able to do? You couldn’t run and even though Loki was no match for his brother, he could’ve overpowered you in an instant. And you were on a ship with at least 50 men who wouldn’t mind helping their captain, you shook at the thought. Loki had spared you, though. He just doubled his efforts to make your job as his maid harder, refusing to buy another maid.

“My brother is anything but merciful, my lady. You held value in his heart, if you hadn’t he would’ve killed you after refusing him. I’m afraid we’re similar in that way.” The way he said that didn’t settle well with you. It felt like a threat. “I don’t blame him though,” Thor stepped closer and touched your cheek, “You are a gorgeous little thing. Something like that can’t just be let go so easily..”

You shrugged away from Thor and he retreated his hand. He smiled at you as you looked up again. “Right well, I’m afraid being on my ship and serving no purpose is prohibited.” His voice dripped venom as he stalked closer to you, backing you into a wall.

“What d-do you want from me?”

“Mmm, I think you know.” Thor gripped the hem of your nightgown, slowly hiking it up.

Your hand flew to his hand, trying to stop his efforts. “Captain, please, don’t. I can do anything else, just don’t…” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you looked up at Thor, pleading with him.

He sighed before letting your gown go and stepping back a bit. “Fine.” He turned behind him. “Go into that cabinet. Inside is a cleaning powder, liquid powders mess up the wood on my ship. Use that and scrub the floor in here. Then move on to other rooms.”

You looked stunned at his relent, waiting for the trick to be revealed. With Loki you had screamed and begged for hours, Thor just gave in. Then again, he did seem more level-headed than his brother.

You walked to the cabinet and found a small jar with powder inside. It was a strange place to keep cleaning supplies, but you weren’t one to judge. You were thankful you were able to keep your innocence.

“I’m going to go and talk with my crew. I’ll take it you know what your doing?” You nodded again. “Good.” With that Thor was gone leaving you with the sweet smelling powder. It burned your throat but it wasn’t unbearable, you’d had worse done to you. You looked into the cabinet again and found a rag. You dumped some of the powder on the rag and started scrubbing the floor. As you did, more of it wafted to your face and into your lungs and nose. You coughed and looked to the floor. There was no difference. What the heck? You thought. Maybe you need water?

You stepped into the room connected to the Captain’s room and found a pail of water. You grabbed it and pulled it to the main room where you were sitting. When you made to sit, your thigh brushed your core and you whimpered. It felt good. You had no idea why, but it left a hunger within you. You tried to ignore it, not wanting Thor to think you were useless by not doing the one job you've been doing for years now. You wet the rag before dumping more of the powder on the now damp rag. More powder went to your face and your hunger grew. You scrubbed the floor harder, trying to do anything to ignore it. You looked to the floor and again saw no difference. Maybe Thor would see one and you just didn’t, the floor looked pretty clean before doing this anyway.

You moved on and the powder continued flying around you. Soon you were sweating, the heat in your core growing all around your body. The more you ignored it the bigger it grew. The powder was soon gone and you tried to stand to go let Thor know you needed more. As you did, your pussy screamed with need as it brushed your thigh again. You moaned out in frustration before wiping the sweat from you. You took painful steps outside the room to find Thor and found the deck even busier than before. As you stepped out more men looked to you, stopping what they were doing and licking their chops like an animal. What you would do to be devoured in that moment…No. This wasn’t you. Whatever was happening you’d figure out later. Right now you needed Thor.

Almost on cue, Thor stepped in front of you, grabbing your arms and keeping you upright. Your legs felt as if they’d give out as him hands seemed to cool the fire in you for just a moment. “Finished?” Thor looked down at you with beautiful eyes. He was so good looking…

“Y-yeah. I need more, uhm, powder. I ran out. I’m sorry…” You mouth felt dry and you couldn’t seem to focus on your words.

“No, I think you’ve had enough, my lady.”

“What? But you said-”

“I know but you don’t look like you can continue, not in your state at least…”

His eyes trailed down your body and back up. His eyes darkened as he watched your thighs rub together. You needed a release.

“Water. I need water, I’m so hot. Why is it so hot?”

Thor chuckled before reaching at a table beside him. He handed you the goblet that was filled with wine. You gulped it down, but it did nothing for the dying thirst you felt or the unbearable heat you felt. You started gasping as another wave of heat hit you, your core ached and you felt your panties getting wetter by the second. You gripped Thor’s jacket that was on you and fumbled to take it off. That still gave you no release, even the socks’ removal felt like nothing. All the while Thor looked at you with amusement. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Thor, what did you do to me?”

“Nothing that wouldn’t help you.” He looked around the ship and saw his crew looking on in curiosity. He pulled you closer to him, his carnal and territorial instincts kicking in at the sight of men sizing up his meal.

“Thor, please, help me.”

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re getting to that.”

Thor gripped the collar of your nightgown and pulled. The fabric tore all the way down, exposing your boobs to Thor and his crew. The cool breeze felt amazing on your fiery skin, but there was still a flame that didn’t extinguish all the way. You made to cover yourself but Thor held your wrists in his strong hand. With the other he ripped your panties from you, leaving you completely bare for everyone to see. You moaned as another wave crashed into your body.

“I know, I know, I’m right here, baby.” Thor shushed you as he turned and bent your body over a table. Your drenched pussy was on full display for him. He rubbed his crotch to yours and you cried out. You needed him inside you. Now.

“Thor, please..”

“Mmmm, please what?” He grinded harder into you.

“Please, fuck me.”

Thor fake gasped in surprise. “In front of all these people? Tsk, tsk, tsk, I expected more decency from you.”

“Thor, PLEASE!” You begged for him to touch you, do anything.

He chuckled. “Alright, baby, if you say so.”

With that Thor shoved himself in. You felt a sharp pain as he broke the barrier of your innocence, and you cried out.

“It’s okay, shhh, that’s right, take daddy’s big cock. He’ll make you feel better, don’t you worry.” Thor continued his hard pace, with each thrust your fire was slowly dying out. But another was forming within you, it had you backing up into Thor, trying to appease it.

“Nuh uh,” Thor slapped your ass, “You asked me to fuck you, baby, so let me fuck you.” His hand danced along your hip down to where you both were connected. He rubbed tight circles on your clit that had you moaning out louder. Thor continued slapping your ass, loving the way you squeezed his cock when you did. His thrusts and fingers were working you closer and closer to bliss.

Finally your breath hitched and you were crumbling over the edge, eyes shutting in euphoria. Thor grunted above you as he drew his hand away from you clit and up to your hip, crushing into you even faster, chasing his release. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up to him so he could whisper in your ear.

“Fuck, your sweet little cunt is gonna make me cum baby. Your squeezing me so tight, milking me for everything I’ve got. You want me to cum inside you?”

When you didn’t answer he spanked your ass again.

“Answer me when I talk to you.” He growled.

“Yes, I want you to cum in me!”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy!”

“That a girl.”

A few more thrusts and Thor was cumming deep in your squelching cunt. Your pussy ached from the abuse and your thighs were sticky with both you and Thor’s release that was leaking out of you from around his member. As Thor pulled out, you realized in your daze he was still fully clothed with just his cock hanging out. He looked around at the men who were still watching in awe.

“Enjoy the show boys?” He looked to you and smiled while stroking his hardening member. “How about round two?”

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britishassistant · 3 years

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But I Like One Piece (20)

They all turn to stare at him.

“Dear? How do you know that?” Okaa-san says.

Otou-san shakes his head and sits down heavily on the stairs. “The manufacturer for those weapons is in Yukigakure. Just like the incriminating ryo left at the scene of that theft.”

Oh.

Oh sweet Merry.

She mutters, “Shika said—when we were talking about the theft, he said it had to be an inside job, because an outsider couldn’t know anything. But if they were like me—if they’d read the comic based on Konoha in their past life, they would know. They’d know almost everything even if they never set foot here.”

She swallows, throat suddenly dry. “If it was plot-relevant, then they’d know more about what was valuable and how it was defended than people who’d lived here their whole lives. They’d even know the weaknesses of the ninja sent after them, if those ninja were major characters.”

Otou-san nods. “And if he or she needed to finance the manufacture of those weapons, what could be easier than to steal something from here and sell it to another hidden village?”

She sits down heavily on the stairs.

Her heart’s pounding too fast. The side of her head is throbbing in time with the beat.

“Well.” Okaa-san coughs. “That’s mildly terrifying.”

She lets out a humorless chuckle at the understatement.

Horror wars with elation in her brain. Elation at the knowledge that she isn’t alone here.

Horror at the idea of someone knowing everything about this place and deciding to use that knowledge for their own gain. If robbing Konoha wasn’t low for them, would they stoop to manipulating Naruto, Sakura, Uchiha? To hurting them to get their way, change a narrative they don’t like?

“But Iruka-sensei said Yukigakure gave us those guns for less money than they gave them to other villages.” Naruto says suddenly. “Maybe that’s the not-Mayu’s way of making it up to us?”

“You think villains who would commit such an unyouthful action would be capable of feeling guilt?” Lee says doubtfully. “Shouldn’t we tell Gai-sensei about this?”

“We can.” Otou-san sighs. “But I’m not sure how helpful it would be. Nara-san said Yamanaka-san knew about the Yuki connection between both the theft and these “guns”. For all we know, the price reduction could be a concession negotiated between the Hokage and the thief, and we just have a morsel of knowledge about that deal which would endanger Mayu more than it would help the village.”

She fidgets, tracing the scar on her lower lip.

Lee’s brows are furrowed, his mouth pulled down in a frown.

Okaa-san reaches out and smooths a hand over his hair. “Why don’t we get Ichiraku’s and sleep on it? I think Sanji would agree we’ll all make better decisions with some ramen in our bellies.”

Naruto springs to his feet. “Yeah! Ramen’ll fix everything, believe it! C’mon, I’m hungry, let’s go, let’s go!”

It doesn’t quite fix everything, she reflects later as she descales and fillets the pike for the offerings tomorrow. There’s still another reincarnated person who robbed the village, had her father take the fall for their crime, and is now mass-producing the very weapon that killed her past self, which they can do next to nothing about.

But ramen smoothed out the crease in Lee’s brow when they all agreed it was better to tell Gai-sensei than not. It lightened the mood and made everything this day had thrown at them seem a little less important in light of the celebrations planned for tomorrow.

Their small garden is now even smaller thanks to the a large wooden structure that sits next to the back fence.

It’s a bit like a cross between a shed and a greenhouse, if it only had three walls and no doors or windows. The roof is curved and the walls are sturdy, to protect the shrines inside from the elements.

There’s a length of thick white rope fastened with red twine inside the front gable, which is meant to ensure that the shrines are protected from malicious spirits.

Each one of the shrines has a small building that is sealed automatically once the shrine has been assembled, keeping a small object for the deity to inhabit safely locked away from prying eyes. There’s a small recess before this structure, for offerings to be placed, and a little column that puts them above the eye level of a kneeling person.

They’d debated setting aside a space for the shrines in the living room inside the house, to ensure they could be protected and cared for. But she kept getting impulses of outside, of wind and rain, freedom, that eventually they decided it was better than keeping them cooped up inside.

Plus this way, Luffy can’t raid the fridge as easily.

She’s already found certain small cuts of cooked meat have gone missing. If he’s anything like the manga, then she’s not giving him the chance to clean out the entire fridge.

They’ve been working on constructing it and the shrines on weekends and in the mornings during training. According to Gai-sensei, it’s excellent practice for C-rank missions.

Now all that’s left is to paint the structure and the ten shrines housed within.

Working out what to set out as offerings for tomorrow had been a challenge and a half.

For the most part, the Strawhats can be grouped into small sections of what they will and won’t eat.

Nami and Chopper are fruit lovers. Sanji, Zoro, Brook and Usopp are partial to seafood. Luffy, Franky, and Robin are happy with beef and other land-based meats.

However, Zoro, Sanji and Brook like varieties of seafood that are difficult to get in Konoha— octopus, lobster and prawns are expensive and hard to find, while sea king meat just doesn’t exist here. At least Zoro is happy enough with a traditional plate-2-bowls meal with rice.

Robin prefers sandwiches, and she’s not quite sure if the burgers Franky loves fit into that criteria. Chopper can’t stand spicy or bitter foods, but Zoro and Robin dislike sweets.

She’s just thankful that Luffy, Nami Usopp, and Merry are so easy to feed. Pike’s one of the few fish that Konoha doesn’t need to import, so it and tangerines relatively inexpensive.

There’s no chance of combining all their preferences into one dish. Her head hurts just imagining the clash of flavors.

So she had to somehow come up with a way of creating a meal that would (hopefully) make each of the pirates she idolizes happy.

No pressure.

Chouji ended up being her savior in this respect.

And maybe Uchiha did as well, but only a teeny tiny bit.

She’d been brainstorming different versions of meals she could try making that would satisfy everyone, but kept coming up short.

The added tension from Sakura’s friendly-again-but-still-not-quite-sitting-back-at-their-table thing at this time wasn’t exactly helping her think either.

“I’ve got cola, coffee, tea, heck even sake, but still no idea on what to pair any of them with.” She complained, tapping her pencil against the list in front of her.

Chouji had leaned over, a thoughtful look on his face. “Why not make them lunchboxes? That way you can make lots of things in smaller amounts and personalize each lunchbox for each of them.”

“Hm. That is a good idea.” She gnawed on her lower lip. “Only downside is working out when I can cook what and how much time the preparation of each portion is going so everything in the bentos is relatively fresh for when it’s offered... how much d’you think eleven more lunchboxes would cost?”

She’d just begun sketching out lines for a tentative timetable when Uchiha complained, “Why do you think you’ve gotta do everything on your own?”

She looked up, a little offended. “I’m not praying for help with this, are you mad? That’d be like asking someone to bake their own birthday cake.”

“What Sasuke means,” Chouji intervened. “Is that we could always split the work three-ways between us, and bring it to your house on the day?”

She blinked. “You...you guys would help me like that?”

Chouji smiled, then made a squeak of surprise when she lunged over the table to hug him tightly. “Thank you.”

“I have lunchboxes to spare.” Uchiha drawled. “Plus someone’s got to make sure you don’t mess up.”

She had then let Chouji go so she could boot Uchiha in the shin.

As a result of this arrangement, when she wakes up on The Day, all she has to worry about is preparing the pasta for Sanji, Nami and Usopp’s lunchboxes after training with Gai-sensei.

She’s almost worried that her timining be a little delayed because Gai-sensei grabs her in a bone-creaking hug when she arrives at training and spends about three minutes weeping over how youthful she is.

He then makes them run fifty times around the village balancing the paint pots they’ll be using later to ensure that the paint is agitated enough “so its most YOUTHFUL colors will shine through!!”

They nearly lose the purple when Naruto fumbles slightly over a root.

She bolts down her food at breakfast.

She puts on more rice again in preparation for the sesame onigiri, and pulls out a pot to fill with water that’s set to boil and a pan to gently heat some oil on the stove.

She smashes a clove of garlic and drops it in when the oil has begun to smoke gently, deseeding and dicing up some chilis and tossing them in as well for flavor.

She can’t help her grin when the heady spicy-savory scent fills the air, finely chopping capers and anchovies to toss in once she’s fished out the smashed garlic.

The scent mellows somewhat when the diced pike hits the pan as well, and she pushes it around until the fish is almost-but-not-quite cooked through.

Then in with a generous glug of wine and the heat is turned down to a gentle simmer to let the alcohol cook off.

Just in time for the rice to have cooked and cooled enough to begin mixing with yellow and black sesame seeds and begin forming into ten onigiri.

They don’t have any fillings other than the sesame, because they’re designed to take the edge off the stronger flavors of the pasta (her) and the takoyaki (Chouji), as well as serve as a substitute for a sesame topped bun accompanying the hamburger steaks (Uchiha).

The others begin to arrive at around ten.

Sakura and the Harunos arrive first alongside Ino and her dad.

She shouts a hello as Naruto and Lee lead Ino and Sakura through the kitchen to the back garden, nails orange with peeled tangerine.

Ino darts forward and steals two slices, chortling in response to her indignant “Oi!” and passing one to Sakura, who grins as she nibbles on their way out.

Yamanaka-san is totally at home chatting with Gai-sensei and Otou-san, but he snickers when Nara-san immediately gravitates towards him when he arrives. Shikamaru gives her a nod as he follows the adults outside and she puts the pasta on to boil.

She’s set aside two extra tangerines for when Shino and his father arrive. After all, she, Chouji and Uchiha are making enough to feed eleven deities and many many people, so shouldn’t their insects also be able to eat as well?

Shino’s dad stares at her inscrutably when she explains her reasoning, before accepting the fruit with a nod and a “thank you” barely audible over a loud buzzing.

Shino shifts from one foot to the other during this exchange before gently tugging his father’s sleeve. It occurs to her as she drains the pot-full pasta and adds the sauce alongside a cup of boiling water to emulsify everything that this might be the closest she’s ever seen him to being embarrassed.

Chouji and his dad arrive as she’s sprinkling in some parsley as a finishing touch.

They’re both carrying huge containers full of takoyaki and cooked spring greens, and she spares a small moment to be envious of all the amazing things Chouji’s family can afford to do.

Then she launches Chouji another hug to thank him for all his help once he’s set his cargo down.

He squeaks like he did last time and Akimichi-san laughs loudly, for some reason.

Iruka-sensei and Uchiha arrive with eleven lunchboxes, two dogs, Kiba and his mum, and Hinata in tow.

Uchiha keeps sneaking what appear to be morsels of meat to Akamaru and Kuromaru.

There’s also a pale-eyed frowning boy who Iruka-sensei introduces as Hyuuga Neji, Hinata’s cousin who’d been sent along to act as her chaperone.

The boy sniffs disdainfully when they greet him and goes to stand in a corner of the garden near Mebuki, completely ignoring Lee when he waves to him.

She doesn’t think she likes Hinata’s cousin very much.

The lunchboxes Uchiha brought are black lacquer decorated with gold and red tomoe, much fancier than anything she’d been expecting.

When questioned, he just shrugs and says, “It’s just old stuff from New Year’s. It’s just taking up space at home, so it’s better off here.”

She knows better than to say anything like “sorry”, so she just pats his shoulder and says “No, that compartment’s too small for the onigiri, put it in this one.”

“That’s way too big, it looks tiny in that one.” Uchiha snaps, but with a bit less bite than usual.

Iruka-sensei looks mildly overwhelmed by all the people in the back garden. Okaa-san comes along, hands him a drink, pats his shoulder and says “They’re in my house,” in a sympathetic tone.

Iruka-sensei gives her a pitying look and knocks the sake back in one go.

Adults here can be weird.

Finally they’ve finished serving and she calls out “Food’s up!”

The adults come in to help take the larger platters of food outside, a huge plate of pasta, several smaller hamburger steaks in the style of what they’d call “sliders” in her world, and mound upon mound of takoyaki and spring greens and tangerines.

There’s a clamor outside as people begin getting their portions.

She, Chouji and Uchiha are each balancing either three or four lunchboxes per person as they take them outside.

Sakura is helping Kiba paint a pattern of cherry blossoms across Chopper’s already vibrantly pink shrine. Evidence of her handiwork on Robin’s shrine is clear is the decoration of swirling petals and the streaks of matching purple paint all over her forehead.

Ino and Naruto obviously have had a battle over the orange judging by the splashes on their hands and clothing. On the plus side Nami and Luffy’s shrines are looking particularly colorful.

Shikamaru and Hinata are splotched with green, light blue and black-and-white. Lee is smudged with brown, cyan and white paint and beaming proudly.

Shino has yellow paint on the end of his nose and is looking at the detailed illustrations of insects on the sides with pride.

The only shrines that aren’t quite done are Sanji’s, which has a blue overcoat but no decoration, and Zoro’s which doesn’t have half its roof painted yet.

“We were waiting,” Naruto says, holding out two buckets of green paint and blue respectively, “For you guys to add your bits.”

She beams at him.

Of course, Uchiha has to ruin it by immediately grabbing the green.

“What?” He says, offloading his three lunchboxes onto Kiba. “I’ll give it back once I’m finished with it.”

Ino rolls her eyes and shoulders her paintbrush, adding another orange splotch to her outfit. “Ugh. I’ll help Mayu-chan, it’s better to get it done quickly. Let’s go before the food gets cold.”

Orange, red, and yellow fish on the blue background are much more vibrant and eye-catching than green, though Uchiha does “help” by flicking the paintbrush at her while she’s distracted.

In thanks, she smears yellow on the back of his neck.

After the extra decorations are finished, Lee, Sakura and Kiba redistribute the lunchboxes to make their offerings.

The only problem is there’s eleven of them and ten lunchboxes.

“You all go ahead.” She steps back. “I’ll do the next bit.”

Each one of them place the pirate lunchboxes down in front of the shrines and step back.

For some reason, she feels like traditional prayers and chants appropriated from the sage guy won’t really be all that welcoming to them.

But then, what? What could help them feel at home at these shrines, so far from the sea?

Her gaze falls on Brook’s shrine.

Oh.

Oh, well it’s obvious when it’s put like that, isn’t it?

She just hopes she remembers the words correctly. She doesn’t want to butcher them on accident.

“Yohohoho, yohohoho~ Yohohoho, yohohoho~”

Her voice sounds frail and quiet, and she can feel everyone’s eyes on her. Still, she stumbles through the last two refrains of yohohoho’s to the first verse.

“Binksu no sake wo, todokei ni yuku yo, umikaze, kimakase, namimakase~ Shio no mukou de, yuhi wo sawagu, sora nya, wao kaku tori no uta~”

Naruto joins in on the next verse, singing along slightly out of tune and mixing up some of the words.

His cheeks look as flushed as hers feel, and it’s hard not to giggle when they catch each other’s eyes. Somehow they both manage to keep singing.

Gai-sensei and Lee boisterously shout DON alongside them as they join as well, Gai-sensei’s voice strong and sure, while Lee’s volume makes up for any deficiencies in wording. She almost can’t hear Okaa-san’s melodious voice and Otou-san’s decidedly tone-deaf one join in on the second set of Yohohoho’s over their noise.

Sakura and Ino’s voices are both high-pitched, but they carry the tune well enough. So does Kiba, though he’s pitching up to a falsetto for some reason. Hinata’s voice is soft, but she’s genuinely singing, unlike Shikamaru and Sasuke who’re mumbling through all the bits apart from the yohohoho’s. Shino is monotone if precise and enthusiastic, while Chouji has a surprising set of pipes on him.

Akamaru is just howling to the beat. And with that accompaniment, how could anyone stop themselves from singing along?

It feels like more people than could possibly fit into their house and garden are bellowing Bink’s Sake together by the time they’ve reached the third set of Yohohoho’s.

It can’t exactly be called “harmonious”. Everyone’s a little out of tune, a little off beat.

But the mixing of all the voices of her family and friends feels so right, it makes her voice stronger, lets her sing louder.

She opens her eyes and nearly chokes on the next note.

Hovering in front of the brightly painted shrines, slightly faded but gaining color and substance with every passing moment, They stand.

Merry appears in all her glory, as if in mid- sail. Brook is playing his violin, a foot tapping to the beat. Franky is winding up for his SUPA pose, grinning broadly. Robin is resting a hand on Chopper’s hat. Chopper himself is peeking at them the wrong way round from Robin’s leg.

Sanji’s tapping out his cigarette with a grin and giving a small salute. Usopp is waving to them, like a captain would to his 8,000 followers. Nami’s blowing a kiss as if to adoring fans.

Zoro...is climbing over the garden fence and jogging to take his place in front his shrine next to the others. Nami shoots him a Look while Luffy laughs at him, sitting in mid air and clapping his feet together.

The Captain of the Straw Hat Pirates then turns to her and gives her a wide grin.

She blinks away tears as he and his crew fade away with the last notes of the song.

The food in the lunchboxes is gone.

The food on Naruto’s plate is also gone.

In fact, all the food in the immediate vicinity appears to be gone.

It’s just that Naruto looks down at his plate and yells in indignation first.

She lets out a wet laugh. “Darn it Luffy.”

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jabbajambler · 3 years

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Human

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,110

*GIF by @godohammers*

Mando insisted that we had to leave and find a new planet to hide out on, but that was ridiculous. This is a big planet, we could easily find a spot away from Cara and not get in her way. Besides, I wasn't ready to leave just yet.

"Just where exactly do you propose we go?" I shouted and followed him as he walked around the ship. He was so stubborn and stuck in his ways. He wouldn't even listen to what I had to say.

"I don't know." He mumbled, his back facing me as he continued his trek around the ship. It was simply busy work to try and brush me off.

My face was growing red from anger, burning my skin. We had been arguing about this for nearly an hour and I was sick and tired of him ignoring me.

"Mando, stop and talk to me!"

I reached out and grabbed his wrist, tugging him back. I may have pulled him harder than I meant to because I certainly didn't expect him to spin around with such force.

His body pushed mine back and we both stood, pressed against the wall of the ship with his helmet only a few inches from my face. We both took in a sharp breath as we looked at one another. At least, that's what I could assume.

My fingers were still wrapped tight around his wrist while his other hand stabilized himself on the ship. Our breathing fell in sync, our chests so close that if we had both taken a deep enough breath, they would have touched. Neither one of us made any effort to move or made any sound, but I assumed we were thinking the same thing.

It was strange to be so close, but at the same time, it was natural. His body was warm and I could smell the leather of his gloves mixed with a subtle pine that I assumed was from the trees.

"We-" My voice was breathy and quiet. "We need to make a plan before we just take off."

"We do..." His voice trailed off into silence. The sound of insects buzzing filled the dimly lit area.

My harsh glare softened and I lifted my free hand to his chest plate, running my fingers over the handcrafted lines.

"Mando, I-"

"Excuse me." A voice spoke up from the trees.

"Excuse me, sir." Another voice perked up.

We practically jumped at the sound of the strangers voices. Mando stepped a few feet away from me, brushing off...whatever just happened.

"There- uh- there something I can help you with?" He stumbled out his words before facing the ship again, messing with a few random stray wires. I must say, him stuttering was something I never expected to hear.

"Uh, yeah. Raiders." The first one spoke again, moving closer to us. Once in the light, I could finally get a good look at them. They looked naive and dressed in an assortment of blue garments.

Farmers was my guess.

"We have money."

"So, you think I'm some kinda mercenary?" Mando's voice was harsh and guarded.

"Actually we think you're both mercenaries."

My eyebrows raised as I turned to face the farmers with my arms crossed. Mercenaries? That's a funny joke. We were hardly hunters anymore.

"You're wearing Mandalorian armor. That is Mandalorian armor, right?" The farmer spoke, approaching Mando again while he focused on the ship.

"It is." He grumbled and began walking towards me. I flashed him a sly grin, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to get rid of the two.

"Ah, a man of few words." I teased.

He walked closer to me, practically cornering me against the wall again. His helmet lowered to meet my face, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. Now it made sense when everyone spoke about his 'intimidating presence.'

"Watch it." He whispered harshly, only for me to hear.

"Sir, I've read a lot about your people- er- uh...Tribe." The farmers persisted, chasing Mando as he walked away from me. "If half of what I read is true-"

"We have money."

"How much?" I perked up as soon as I had collected my nerves and walked towards the three.

"Everything we have, ma'am." The farmer spoke, his eyes dancing over me. If I wasn't interested in the money, I swear I would have knocked him so hard his head would spin. "Our whole harvest was stolen."

"How upsetting." I spoke with a hint of sarcasm to my voice.

"Our whole village chipped in." His voice was desperate as he frantically held out a small pouch of credits towards me. It was hardly enough for rations.

I glanced at the farmer's face, then at the pouch, cocking an eyebrow and tilting my head. "You really think that's enough?"

"You don't even know what the job is." The farmers pleaded.

I shrugged. "I've done worse for a lot more than that." I sent a wink to the farmers with a smirk growing on my face.

I could feel Mando's eyes staring down at me. I hoped that he wasn't planning on asking any questions about that later. That was something I definitely did not want to talk about with him.

"This is everything we have. We'll give you more after the next harvest-"

The ramp hissed loudly as it lowered to the ground. Mando stood by the controls, staring down the farmers. I didn't want to leave and while they didn't have the funds, I had hoped that maybe these farmers could offer us something, some reason to stay here.

"Took us the whole day to get here. Now we have to ride back with no protection to the middle of nowhere." The farmers mumbled.

There it was.

Both of us froze and turned at those words. I could feel the corners of my mouth lift into another smile.

"Where do you live?" Mando spoke, his voice lifting in borderline enthusiasm.

"On a farm. Weren't you listening?"

"In the middle of nowhere?" I practically skipped down the ramp, stopping in front of the wide-eyed farmers.

"Yes." One said, looking me over again. At this point, I didn't even care.

"And a place for us to stay?" My voice was becoming more chirper the more they spoke about this oasis of a place. I was overjoyed that we wouldn't have to leave.

"Yeah. Absolutely!"

"You can stay with m-"

"Good." Mando interrupted. "Come up and help." He led them up into the Razor Crest to gather supplies.

I could not wipe the smile off of my face. We were staying and things between Mando and I were improving. This planet would work in our favor.

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I couldn't decide whether recruiting Cara would be a really good or really bad idea. On one hand, she would be a great help in fighting off whatever raiders there were, but on the other hand, weren't we about to leave the planet because we didn't want to draw in too much attention?

It's likely just a couple of pirates and these farmers couldn't defend themselves. At least, that's what I hoped it was. Anything more and we'd be screwed.

We slowly approached a small fire within the trees, hoping that it was Cara. Who else would be crazy enough to sleep out in the middle of nowhere except for an ex-rebel fighter.

She leaned against a tree with her eyes shut in what appeared to be a peaceful sleep. I think Mando and I both knew better than to assume she let her guard down. He tossed the pouch of credits next to her, causing her to point her blaster in our direction with her eyes narrowed.

"Ready for round two?" Mando joked.

Cara looked down at the pouch with a grin before she stood and stomped out the fire while we explained what we were doing. We led her towards the slightly crowded speeder that the farmers offered.

Unfortunately, it was all we had.

Mando and I kept to one side of the speeder while Cara rested against the other. Our faces were lit by a small yellow light that was swarmed with bugs buzzing around. For a while, everyone was quiet, embracing the wonderful silence of the forest.

"So, we're basically running off a band of Raiders for lunch money?" Cara chuckled.

"They're quartering us in the middle of nowhere." Mando's tired voice spoke, his modulator emphasizing his exhaustion.

I shrugged and leaned back against the edge of the speeder. "Pretty sure that's a sweet deal for someone in your shoes...Certainly beats a patch of ground in the middle of the forest."

"Worst case scenario, you tune up your blaster. Best case, we're a deterrent. I can't imagine there's anything living in these trees that an ex-shock trooper couldn't handle."

Cara turned towards Mando with a slight smirk as he relaxed, stretching his arms over the back of the vehicle. His fingers brushed against my shoulder which caused me to tense and sit up. He probably didn't even know they were there.

Mando's heavy head eventually shifted onto my shoulder, but I figured it was best not to wake him despite the numbing feeling that took over my arm. I stared up at the stars, trying to figure out the constellations and the stories he had told me days ago.

It was crazy how much had happened in just a few days.

Cara and I sat in silence for about an hour, simply enjoying the slow trip. I could feel her piercing gaze on me, nearly suffocating me in the eerie silence.

"So. How long have you and him been..." She trailed off, trying to lead me into an answer.

A warmth flooded by face at her insinuation. Mando and I? Did she think we were together? Part of me wanted to laugh.

"We're not." I chuckled, trying to keep quiet to not wake Mando or the child. "We're hardly partners. We just travel together, I guess."

"You guess?"

"Well, we kinda got in a little argument. I don't think he's gotten over it yet."

Cara laughed and gestured towards his slouched form that pressed against me. "Looks like he has to me."

I rolled my eyes and glanced over at him, trying to hide the smile that appeared when he was near. It was rare to see him so unguarded and at ease, but it was nice.

"So you raise a kid together?" Cara settled her laughs and looked at me with a cocked brow.

"We kind of stole it, actually."

She chuckled again and shook her head. "And you really aren't anything more?"

"Oh, Kriff, I haven't thought about something like that in a long time." I giggled. My stomach grew queasy when the heat returned to my cheeks. "Even if I did, he's a Mandalorian. Those sorts of relationships are very difficult."

"You sound like you speak from experience."

The sick feeling in my stomach grew along with a lump forming in my throat. This was all very 'girl-talk' and it made me squirm.

"Sort of, I guess. It was a brief thing, but it was hard. You know, the 'can't show your face' thing and all that. It makes relationships difficult."

She hummed and nodded, going quiet for another few seconds. It made me extremely uncomfortable to sit with my own words weighing down on me.

"So, he's a good guy though?" She looked over at Mando with a raised brow.

"Yeah..." I smiled, shifting closer to his warm body. "Yeah, he is."

Cara nodded again and leaned against the wall, drifting to sleep. I couldn't look away from Mando's helmet. The light reflected off of it beautifully and cast unique shadows over the beskar.

Looking at him like this, I began wondering what he actually looked like under the helmet. I knew he was tan, I remembered that from when I helped him with his arm on Arvala-7, but what color were his eyes? His hair? Was it messy from always being covered by the helmet? Or did he keep it groomed when I wasn't around.

Were his eyes a brilliant shade of blue that resembled the seas? Or possibly a deep green similar to the trees and nature around us? Maybe they were even a rich brown with swirls of orange and gold like the rising suns on Tatooine.

I could feel a flutter in my stomach as I crept deeper in my thoughts. I shook them off and rested my head against his, trying desperately to fall asleep without thinking of what his face might look like.

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ladynightmare913 · 3 years

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Red Rose, Blood Moon

Welcome to Chapter 12! This is an Original Story inspired by the tale of Red Riding Hood. I would like to say a special thank to my best friend and co-author Olivia ( @asunshinepuff ) for joining me on writing this world onto paper.

CW: This chapter contains a brief mention of nudity, blood, corpses, and weapons, and something that you can only imagine in your nightmares. You have your warning!

This story contains only original characters created by Olivia and myself. For those of you who want to be tagged, feel free to send an ask to me or Olivia on her blog. If you have any questions, theories, or curiosities about any of our characters or how the story will progress, send them to the ask box!

Now without Further Adieu!

Chapter 12: The Creature

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Rosabella, Cassandra, and Felis all stared at Red as he gave his recount over the centuries. Cassandra sat on the farthest chair away from Red, eyes in suspicion. Felis stood behind her, leaning on the wall, a silent guard. Rosabella sat on the small trunk at the foot of the bed. Red sat by the fireplace, looking into the flames as he spoke. He spoke of the witch who cursed him, Bardolph’s transformation into the first bitten werewolf, living up in the snowy mountain, and the golden doe. His weapons had been taken, and locked into the chest that Rosabella sat on. At the end of his tale, Felis cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the women.

“Rosabella, Cassandra, a word please.” He walked to the opposite far side of the large room. The two women follow close behind. Felis opens his mouth to speak but Cassandra beats him to it.

“I don’t trust him.” She says in a hushed tone. Eyeing Red in clear skepticism.

“You don’t trust anybody. The only person you ever trusted wasn’t even a person. It was an ermine.” Rosabella retorted as she gave Cassandra a reproachful eye.

“Actually, the only person I’ve ever trusted at first was you.” Cassandra admits looking to Rosabella, “However, I see your point.”

Red scoffed in the distance. The trio ignored him, Felis spoke.

“I am still wrapping my head around the fact that there is someone actually older than I am.” he looked between the women.

“He tells about the witch who caused all this mess and that’s what you paid attention to?” Cassandra raises her eyebrows.

“You must admit that he looks well for being 1,000 years old.”

“I’m not admitting that.” She shakes her head, in effort to try and keep focus on the tale and situation at hand. “Alright well, what do you both suppose we do then? Our options are slim and we’re running out of time.”

“Pardon me, but he’s the father of all werewolves, even if we wanted to kill to him, we don’t even know if we could.” Felis said, looking between the women.

Rosabella frowned, she hissed, “We are not killing him, we wouldn’t be any better than those wolves who killed hundreds of people.”

“I can hear you.” Red’s voice broke through their hushed tone. “I’m a wolf, I have stronger senses than humans. I would appreciate it if you didn’t decide to kill me.”

The group of three looked amongst themselves awkwardly before dispersing. They approach the wolf.

“Is Red even your real name?”

The wolf merely looked away to the farthest wall. “It’s because I wore a red hood. I still do.”

“So all those wolves we’ve fought, are they your descendants?”

Red glared at the blonde woman. “They most certainly are not my descendants. I never sired any child. Nor have I lain with anyone.”

Felis looked at Red in surprise. “Wait, seriously? You’ve never been with anyone? For a thousand years?”

Red looked at Felis with an indignant expression. “I was cursed by a woman who was to be my wife. I bit an innocent man and turned him into a monster. Given what happened to Bardolph when I bit him, do you really think I would risk siring more monsters like me?” He raised a brow expectantly at the pirate.

“No, I suppose not.” Felis answered.

“Besides, I had no interest in pursuing a mate.” He looked away. “I am not human anymore, I am a beast and such activities are of no interest to me.”

Felis nodded his head understanding, Cassandra and Rosabella only looked between the two men in confusion. Cassandra spoke. “Now that we have confirmed that Bardolph is in fact a werewolf, we need to stop him.”

“And how do you plan to do that? He nearly killed me when in his first year with the curse.”

Cassandra looks off in thought, “Silver kills their kind. We pierce his heart with a silver dagger or arrow.” Red frowned at that.

“We’ve tracked him to this village.” Felis explained.

“He’s not here, that I can assure you.” Red spoke curtly.

“Well then where is he headed?” Cassandra asked, looking back to Red.

“He’s heading north,” Rosabella said at last, “his path is north, all the villages with victims were all recent. The first victim we came across was days old.”

Red stood from his seat, towering over them. “Then I’m going north. I will not let him escape this time.” He moved to the door.

“We’re coming with you.” Rosabella blocked his path. “I still have no explanation as to how I failed to identify him as a werewolf.”

“I don’t see how you could have, I am the only one to bear the curse mark-”

“That’s no excuse, I am coming with you like it or not.” She spoke firmly.

“I don’t like it, but I can’t stop you, just like you can’t stop me.” He moved to open the door, Rosabella closed it shut.

Felis sighed. “So I suppose this makes us allies for now?” He looked between all three of them, “I’ll go tell the innkeeper that we are leaving. Now. In the middle of the night. Because we cannot wait until morning.” He said sarcastically.

Gathering their horses, and one for Red, they rode out to the next village, past the snowy mountain Red had lived in for the past thousand years. Red said he scented the scent of something faul carried on the wind coming from a nearby village. Bardolph’s scent was coming from that direction as well. They reached the village of Mirstone in two days, near noon. They settled themselves into an inn that had hot springs.

“We’ll search the town, we’ll meet back at the inn by nightfall.” Rosabella looked over the group. Red begrudgingly agreed. They each went in seperate directions, Rosabella took to the vendors in the open air markets.

“I haven’t seen any man with that description.” A woman with brown eyes answered Rosabella.

Rosabella’s shoulders fell, she had been searching for hours, yet not a single person had been able to tell her anything about Bardolph. Nox looked up to Rose, sitting down very much like how a dog would, ears perked up. She sighed.

“But some have been going missing.” The woman admitted, looking around as if she might be heard.

“Who?” Rosabella stepped closer. The woman hesitantly answered, leaning closer as she spoke in a low whisper.

“ A young man went missing a few days ago, and two others before that. No one has seen them for weeks.”

Missing? “Thank you.”

The woman quickly made her way across the path. Nox hopped onto a barrel, then to her shoulders. Rosabella brought her hand to her chin, resting her arm on the other hand. Rosabella brows furrowed in thought. That didn’t sound at all like how Bardolph would strike, and it was men. Not women. With a sigh, Rosabella decided to return to the inn, she was exhausted.

Nox chirped happily as she walked back. Stepping into the inn, the elderly innkeeper smiled. A petite woman with grey hair and grey eyes behind round spectacles.

“Welcome back Miss. Will you be taking a bath in our springs?” She asked gently.

Rosabella paused, Nox looked at the old woman, sniffing the air. She probably should take a bath, they had traveled for days and the last time she bathed was at Erinna home. She frowned. She really needed a bath.

“Yes that would be lovely thank you.” She answered, the old woman nodded her head.

“It’s cleared out by now, you shouldn’t be disturbed. The men go to another spring.”

Rosabella accepted the drying cloths given to her, then quickly went to her room to gather her soap and a bathrobe. Nox walked excitedly beside her, as she walked to a door with the word women on it. The door opened to a wooden hallway with an opening to the hot spring. Leaving her bathrobe on a wooden bench in the hallway, she walked from wooden floors to smooth warm stone to the steaming hot springs. Leaving the drying cloth on a nearby rock, wearing nothing but the gold antler and ruby necklace. Nox jumped onto a large rock and jumped into the hotspring. His nose peeking from the water he swam towards Rosabella, ears twitching.

The night sky twinkled as the stars shined their light down to the earth below. The winter air had no effect on Rosabella as she reached for her bar of soap, beginning to lather her long hair. Lost in thought, she pondered over what little clues she had found. Hopefully the others had better luck than she did. She sighed, sinking into the overly warm water.

Nox nose dived to try to reach the bottom of the spring. Rosabella peaked an eye open underwater, seeing Nox swimming about with ease. Her hair floating to the surface, the red streaks in her hair shimmering underwater from the light coming from the warm glow of the lanterns on the surface. Rosabella blew a bubble, then rose to the surface, taking a deep breath. Her eyes catch the sight of something small and white falling. She lifted her hand from the water, catching it. It melted in her warm hand. It was snowing.

A loud crash of cracking wood startled Rosabella and Nox. Her head snapping to the sound, her eyes widen in shock. There was Red, on the ground laying next to the splintered wood of the fence, glaring in the direction of where he came from. His teeth were barred as she snarled at whoever threw him through the wall. The shape of a staggering man walked through the hole in the fence.

The man reeked of the stench of wolf and death. Nox growled as he climbed out of the spring. Rosabella gasped at the sight of the man, he didn’t look human at all. Half his face elongated like that of a wolf, one eye was a beedy red, the other had lost its color. Patches of fur grew on his arms and legs, the remaining skin was red from irritation. His legs looked like the ones from the hind legs of a canine, and his feet were elongated, with clawed toes at each end. It was absolutely hideous to look at.

Red rose to his feet, his arms were spread open, preparing for another attack. Rosabella stood.

“Red!” She exclaimed, the shock not entirely gone.

Red turned his head to look at her, his eyes widened at the sight of her, his eyes quickly snapping away from her bare body. “Rosabella!” He said in an alarmed taut tone.

Rosabella frowned at his reaction, she paled in realization, sinking into the water, her arms wrapping around her. Her eyes searching for the drying cloth she left on a boulder. Her eyes landed on Nox standing on his hand legs, holding the drying cloth in his mouth.

The man, or creature, stalked towards Red, lunging for his throat. Red easily dodged, punching the thing right in its elongated jaw. The creature whimpered, then retaliated by biting Red’s forearm. Red growled menacingly at it, his other arm reaching for the scruff of the creature's neck. The creature let go of his hand, and rammed its head into Red’s.

Red’s eyes flashed gold, ignoring the pain in favor of pushing it back, reaching for his sword. The creature knocked it out of his hands as it crashed its entire body into Red’s. The sword clattering to the ground. Red was pinned underneath the creature on top of him, its mouth snapping its fanged human teeth at him, Red kept the things' jaws as far away as he could. The monster’s weight crushing him, Red’s fangs gleamed as he growled.

The sound of metal piercing flesh resonated in the night air, the creature fell limp in his arms. He pushed it off of himself. Rosabella stood behind the creature, her eyes wide at the sight of its twitching corpse. Panting for breath, trembling as she clutched Red’s sword tightly. Her hair dripping to the ground, shivering from the cold, her drying cloth doing nothing to keep her warm. The creature’s red beady eye dimed.

She felt something warm placed on her shoulders, warmth enveloping her body. Her eyes blinked slowly, coming out of her daze. Firm yet gentle hands pried the bloody sword that she stabbed the creature’s heart with from her hands. She turned to look at Red. He wiped the blade clean, he kept his eyes down, refusing to meet her gaze.

“What was that thing?” She spoke in a breathy whisper. His eyes lifted to hers, refusing to look anywhere else but her face.

“I don’t know.” He answered courtly.

The gleam of something shiny caught his eye, unintentionally looking down to the gold antler and ruby necklace on her neck. He grew silent. She watched him with dazed eyes.

A gasp reached their ears, Red and Rosabella looked to the old innkeeper, who looked in horror at the chaos before her old eyes. She looked at the two youths before her, standing awfully close to each other.

“What in heaven’s name happened?” She asked meekly, carefully stepping over the rubble.

Rosabella flushed in embarrassment, “I apologize for the mess but,” she pointed to the corpse lying just a few feet away from them, the old gasped in horror at the sight of the monster, “we had a bit of a situation.”

The old woman muttered something about having to make quick repairs to the wall. “Red?” Rosabella called softly.

Red looked back to her eyes, “You should go inside. Unless you plan to catch a cold,” then left her in the springs. Rosabella watched him leave, tilting her head in puzzlement. The warm cloth on her shoulder sagged, hand quickly catching the top two ends. The cloth was lined with black bur, and the fabric was warm and soft on her fingertips, and wine red. Her eyes snapped back to where Red had stood. He wasn’t wearing his cloak. Her heartbeat ringing loudly in her ears. He left her his cloak.

In a daze, Rosabella returned to her room, put on clean clothes and her red cloak, combed her hair and Nox’s fur. She folded Red’s cloak gently and put it to the side as she waited for Cassandra and Felis to return. She wondered if they too came across that creature. In the end, Cassandra and Felis returned, the four of them gathered to speak over anything they found.

Cassandra looked exhausted as she sat beside the fireplace, Lumi situated in her lap as she looked up at the group, and she was a bit envious of Rosabella managing to get a bath, Felis leaned on the wall, the dim light from the fireplace not helping the shadows under his eyes, and Red looked awake as ever. He was probably used to staying awake days at a time Rosabella mused.

“All I managed to find out is that people have been going missing.” Cassandra began the report with a sigh.

“And most of the people gone missing, are young men, sometimes women.” Felis continued.

Rosabella contemplated that. “I heard the same thing, but Red and I were attacked by something I’ve never seen before.”

Red didn’t bother to comment. Felis seemed to awaken a bit more. “What did you see?”

“It looked like a man, but it had patches of fur all over its body. And its face was distorted, half of it was elongated like a wolf’s, and its legs were like a dog’s. Its hands were clawed. It smelled like death.” Rosabella’s face grew grim.

“Sounds like something out of a nightmare…” Cassandra whispered with a wince.

“I have never heard of such a creature.” Felis pushed himself off the wall.

“Whatever it was, it was strong, Red struggled to fight it off.” Rosabella explained, Red snorted. “I managed to slay the creature with his sword. Piercing its heart.”

Felis looked to Red, “Was it the curse gone wrong?”

Red shook his head. “It’s not my curse, I couldn’t recognize it. Any other wolf I came across I instantly could feel the curse, and they would either pissed their pants like a pup in excitement at meeting me, or run away in terror. There is no in between.”

“Where would something like that even come from?” Cassandra mused, watching as the ermine jumped from her lap and perched himself on her shoulder.

“The north.” Red drew the attention of the others, the room was silent for a long moment.

“How do you know?” Rosabella asked him.

“The scent of magic was heavy, and it smelled like the dirt from the northern forest I once traveled through years ago.” Red explained, his eyes narrowed as he looked to Rosabella.

“That’s a long way for it to travel, you need a boat just to travel up river.”

Felis gave a somber sigh. “I miss my ship.”

Cassandra softly laughed under her breath momentarily. “It would be useful right about now, but it’d be too big to fit on the river.”

“Bardolph is a wolf who is running around murdering women, there are people who have gone missing, a strange creature that has no semblance of self consciousness given that it didn’t respond to pain, is ridiculously strong that it threw Red through a wooden wall, somehow came from the north that you need to travel by the river to get here, looks like what might by the wolf curse, and Red cannot recognize them.” Rosabella listed, her eyes darting as her thoughts raced. “I don’t know how to make sense of all this.”

Cassandra stays silent, mentally running through Rosabella’s list once again. She couldn’t make sense of it either. An obvious connection was evident, though Red’s description of the scent of magic struck out to her the most. Felis walked towards Cassandra’s seat, placing a hand to her shoulder.

“That’s not all.” Red countered. “When I returned for the creature's corpse, half of its face matched the description of one of the missing men.”

The air in the room chilled, Rosabella felt sick. The missing man was this creature and he came from somewhere up in the northern forest? Felis cleared his throat. “I take it we have our heading.”

Rosabella and Red stood. “We’re going north.”

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cateringisalie · 3 years

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Village: Resident Evil ramblings

(Some spoilers)

Ethan Winters is a goddamn idiot.

I say this without a shred of nostalgia; I first encountered him in RE7 and feel less than nostalgic towards the guy. RE7 without the benefit of the former entrants was a FPS horror and pretty good. Though you couldn’t escape that the characters you remembered were the Baker family and Mia; Ethan was a walking camera with a gun and some very simplistic emotional responses (fear, rescue wife, escape, swear occasionally). Having now run through the whole sequence of games, Ethan stands out starkly as the blandest and least interesting protagonist the series ever produced. He is possibly worse than Piers. Village updates Ethan’s personality. A bit. Well. Not really. Still got that fear, still got the swearing. Still got a mind to escape. But rather than rescue his wife, it’s about rescuing his daughter. I mean; Mia was gunned down and shot a further 9000 times by infuriating series stalwart Chris Redfield a little under ten minutes into the game proper. Not that Ethan really comes to terms with the trauma. By minute fifteen of the game the van you’ve been shoved in by Chris (who doesn’t shoot you for no reason he feels like explaining) has crashed and Ethan’s daughter is missing. Mourning Mia doesn’t actually enter into Ethan’s thought process. Goddamn idiot. Not to say that life with Mia was exactly picturesque; a few years after RE7 the couple are now somewhere nebulous in Eastern Europe in a very lovely house with a distressing number of empty wine bottles in the kitchen. A happy marriage this does not seem to be given Mia doesn’t want to get into the events of RE7 anymore, but Ethan does – but also failing to understand that the cover-up of the incident might be why no one is talking much about the whole mess in Louisiana and that bringing it up both distresses and angers Mia. But; the inciting incident has occurred and we’re propelled into our new scenario. Ethan; once again fish out of water, and its not like we have a choice. This is not to say Village does not repeat the same narrative trick of changing POV character, but there is both less of that, and the Half-Life-style regimented first person view jarringly completely goes out the window in the last quarter. It was less than consistent at points, but sparingly when occasionally and jarringly camera angles shifted to depict an introduction. But the game is also perfectly happy to render whole FPS sequences with gun visible and everything as it plays out a story beat, so... I don’t know? Fortunately Ethan’s environment and the setting are much more interesting. The unnamed Village is a satisfying knot of tangled streets, locked doors and environmental obstacles. Enemies don’t respawn per se, but additional enemies are added on subsequent visits to the effective hub of the game. There’s livestock to kill and give the Duke – the merchant playing a similar role to the pirate-like guy from RE4. Duke’s an entertaining character (some have objected to his physical and hugely overweight depiction); chatty and far more knowing than he will let on. He has a dangling thread come the end so perhaps will reappear elsewhere. He’ll sort the gun upgrades, supplies, let you sell treasure and point you towards your next destinations. Which is just as well as the human population of the village dies out somewhere between the first and second hour. No one left and any futile attempts to save people end in almost hilariously disastrous tragedies (no Ethan, don’t go higher in a building that is on fire). Leaving you with Lycans, zombies and gargoyles to fend off. Occasionally there’s some bigger foes on the level of the Executioner from RE5 but nothing on the level of the Tyrants. That kind of thing is left to the Village Lords. The villagers – before they all die – have a curiously unfamiliar religion and praise a figure known as Mother Miranda. She reportedly kept the village safe, but something has changed and now the Lycans run amok and without restraint. Not hard to pin that the reason for the change is Rose’s arrival (or could it be Ethan? COULD IT? No. Man is a goddamn idiot). The only door out of the village you can open is to Castle Dimitrescu and... It feels unnecessary to even get into what awaits. Given fandom have been so noisy about the tall lady and her vampiric daughters since the first trailer. She is so very, very tall. The castle is the first mode of Village. Possibly closest to RE7; Dimitrescu’s daughters are vulnerable based on certain environmental details (read the notes!) but otherwise should be fled from. Dimitrescu herself is invulnerable to everything bar one weapon and you need to work at getting that, so she needs to be fled from. Otherwise, explore the castle, find treasure. Sneak. Solve puzzles. It all looks suitably gorgeous and you get multiple chances to see if as you loop through the rooms and unlock more doors. The Village macro mechanics wrought as micro here. There’s a canny hint at a late reveal in the blunt utility of in-game mechanics to be had too. But – really should have been obvious given their prominence in the trailer – given Castle Dimitrescu is the first level, it means we must say goodbye to the very Tall Lady with knife hands and move onto someone else. In between levels, we get the first reinforcement of a tease from the trailer; the symbol of the Umbrella corporation. Its engraved into a location called the Ceremony Site. Its daubed on a cave wall as high as the Tall Lady. Its on the strange structure you insert the yellow flasks each Village Lord guards. And it means... almost nothing. RE's meta-plot has always been a mess and everyone’s favorite pharmaceutical company hasn’t been so active for a while, so the idea that we might be getting into some interesting weirdness with them again is oh so appealing. And yet – I was disappointed. Despite the repeated glimpses of the familiar white and red logo, the connection ultimately comes down to one letter I found at about 7/8s of the way through. Oswell Spencer – founder of the company – visited the Village years ago and saw the cave painting and adopted it as his logo. Oh. That’s... underwhelming. The same letter does at least prod at wiring Village’s latter reveals into the formation of the company along with tying in some parts of RE5 but if you thought this would be the company or the family dynasty origins or anything like that, you are in for a disappointment. It’s a tease and one that goes nowhere and does little. Oh we might now see how Spencer got into the whole inadvertent zombie making mess but its not a factor in the plot of this game nor does it really change the stakes of the previous. Perhaps I should be glad it’s so frivolous given other retcons in certain other franchises, but it feels so suspect to have drawn the attention and then shuffle the implications out the side-door. At least the other village lords have their own appeals. The second level is RE once again stealing PT (the PS4 demo to announce Silent Hills) given Konami outright don’t care about it anymore. Stripped of your guns and inventory, it’s a claustrophobic puzzle level requiring you to hide with mechanics familiar to both Evil Within and Alien Isolation. That same loop of rooms as you seek out puzzle solutions and hide from a staggeringly distressing malevolent entity. The third is combat light until the final confrontation; the fight staged in a flooded village – oh and Chris who still doesn’t shoot you but refuses to explain anything. And the fourth cheats. Heisenberg is thoroughly entertaining and grabs two levels for his own; an assault on a stronghold and his horrible cyborg factory outside of town. He has Magneto metal powers. Heisenberg is the camp villain to outdo the other camp villains. He’s having fun, he kinda likes Ethan and is oddly on his side. He found time to put together massive signposts to direct Ethan onto the last two levels (a good thing too given his lack of sense). But both levels are lacking. The Stronghold is a relentless firefight against hoards of mook enemies; the factory is overly long and maze-like. I am as tired as Ethan when he exclaims “What more?” And after Heisenberg is dealt with; the long, convoluted lurches to the ending. First person goes out the window. The game dabbles in characters toying with your understanding of what was going on but in a strangely limited way and completely ignoring the other implications of the reveal. Suddenly you mow down more and more enemies than ever before, bullets scarcely a concern. The final reveals of who/what/where/how come through. Not exactly explicable for what’s on-screen, but the effort’s been made to tie Village’s overt supernatural tendencies back into a world setup in RE. Its not magic and those are not truly werewolves. And the villain’s motivation is! Hugely disappointing. Connected as it is to the Umbrella letter, you might hope for something completely out there, but its unsatisfying and feels pretty sexist too. Or at least lacking in imagination to an astonishing degree and yet here we are. The game feels sloppiest as the final boss fight arrives flitting between characters without the shaky but workable character hand-offs RE7 deployed. Back in first person mode to talk to Duke one last time before engaging in.... a relatively simple boss fight. All the boss fights have been pretty easy – there’s nothing on the level of RE6’s sometimes horrendous contextual fights, or the annoying two-player RE5, nor the demanded accuracy of hitting specific weak-points as in RE7. And I don’t mind that. Unload all your weapons and keep your health up. And victory. There are fix-it fics already, but really, I don’t see the point in trying to fix the issue these people have. There’s an obvious setup for a game past this one with a strange throw-away reveal in the end-sequence (whither RE9, Revelations 3 or something else there are no clues as yet). There’s a spoiler for the sting given the end-credits lists a character who didn’t appear in the main game. The sting itself might wind up drawing on the sting from Revelations 2. Village is not RE at its best, but is at least more in the spirit of goofy, campy nonsense than 7. It at least is more at home with playing with the trappings of horror while not actually trying to be outright scary. As with 7, the villains are more interesting and more memorable than the good guys. And – as I found out after completing the game – we were robbed of Ada Wong dressed up like a Bloodborne character somewhere in the game. And that I think is the biggest shame of all this.

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taurnil · 3 years

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Overgrown Garden

He hates the cook, the moment they meet. He hates the cook because the blonde sounds like her, even more than the witch does.

He hates the cook, because the cook has the same eyes as her, all tidal waves and flashing blues one moment, then calm seas the next. The first time he sees the cook, Wado hums in his hands and Zoro blinks like a deer in headlights because all he can see his Kuina.

She walks step for step behind the chef, and when Sanji slides by, groveling in front of Nami like the horn dog he is, Zoro thinks he sees Kuina wink playfully, before disappearing as though she were never there.

Like she hasn't been for eight years.

The longer Zoro stares, the more confused he gets. They aren't alike, not in the slightest. Sanji seems to see and covet everything in a woman-- in this ideal of women-- that Kuina always hated and that Zoro hates by extension.

Sanji smokes cigarettes, and Kuina would never ruin her lungs in that way. Its incomprehensible, completely unthinkable for fighters like them, who's techniques depend greatly on their breathing.

Its even more strange to see the blonde take up such a habit, when his cooking hinges directly on his ability to taste. Zoro hears a voice whisper that he does the exact same thing with his inhuman alcohol consumption and he snorts, mentally telling her to shut up.

Well, he supposes that's something Kuina and Sanji seem to have in common. They annoy the ever living shit out of him.

He watches as the blond flits from table to table, hands so skilled in their craft of cooking and serving that it was almost impossible to compare them with the pale long fingers soaked in crimson, holding up a man nearly twice his size.

Zoro feels a tickle in the back of his throat as he jumps out of his seat and makes his way out of the restaurant and to the open ocean-- where Mihawk is waiting. He steals a mug of ale-- a shot of courage, perhaps-- as he glides past a table, ignoring the old man's cry of complaint and throws the doors open.

He meets the gaze of the infamous man, and he asks himself if he's ready to die. He thinks of Kuina, training day and night, strong. Stronger. Always the best. Zoro knows that if it were Kuina in his place right now instead of him, then there'd be a new strongest swordsman. Somewhere inside, he realizes that he's not ready.

The fight is brief, so brief that it is in fact, nothing short of a merciful slaughter. Through the haze of fog and blood and frustration, he hears a strangled yell.

"Just give up on your ambitions!"

It slices through the sounds of his heartbeat and his pulse thrashing and even in the midst of accepting death over defeat, Zoro feels his blood begin to simmer dangerously. Because how dare the blond tell him to give up, when this is all he's been chasing. There is no purpose, if there's no sword fighting. He simply is nothing without Kuina.

Mihawk seems impressed, and he offers Zoro his respect, dealing the last blow with careful precision and a tiny smile gracing his stony features. He falls back into the ocean and the last thing he sees is Sanji's hunched figure. The sight makes his heart wrench in an unfamiliar, painful way, and he finds himself apologizing quietly to the open air.

His vision is darkened around the edges, he thinks he hears his beloved childhood friend tell him to find another purpose. To find something for himself, and only himself. Zoro remembers the boy with dark hair, and worn in straw hat. He remembers gifting the kid with the title captain with chest heaving Zoro smiles, tears falling down his cheeks, mingling with blood.

He declares his life, blade, and loyalty to the 2nd Pirate King. The boy who could stretch, who Zoro knows without knowing how, will shake the world to its core, as his own name reaches the heavens.

Its possible, also, that he vows to make the blond smile one day, to make up for the mess he caused.

Zoro realizes, albeit belatedly, that perhaps Sanji is unaware that he doesn't hate him. And that, in turn, the chef can hardly stand to be in his presence. It fills the swordsman with unease, he doesn't like the disappointment that follows every harsh insult. He doesn't like the very real, very serious way that Sanji snarls whenever he's near, and the way he makes it absolutely clear that Zoro only gets fed because of decent morality. They are not friends, and the knowledge makes his throat tighten, air way blocked and a sensation like dragging thorns.

The swordsman is miffed, and responds using the same energy he receives, throwing jibes as quickly and fluently as he receives them. He makes fun of the chef's eyebrow as much as he can because it is the only imperfection that he can spot and that baffles the 19 year old.

On a logistic level, he knows all of Sanji's bad habits. He can list them off, even in his sleep, but when faced with those tumultuous eyes, those eyes that scream they suffer, he can only pick the least inconsequential characteristic.

Luffy notices, and corners him. Luffy's eyes are dark and his voice grave as he says, "Sanji isn't ready yet. He doesn't get it." and its scary how well his captain knows him. Its downright terrifying to be seen through so easily, with such little effort.

Sanji comes, Sanji goes, more consistent than the tides and Zoro can't help but continue to make metaphors because there is nothing more fitting for the chef than the ocean. They are one in the same, so shifty and yet steadfast. The swordsman has no idea what to make of it, the way the chef seems to scramble his feelings with the same ease as an egg.

The thought of Sanji leaving him is so painful he almost doubles over, spending the day picking fights with the chef, relishing in each small, solid touch. Taking comfort in each kick and the following knowledge that the chef is here and not another phantom that will slip through his grasp.

Zoro clutches his heart and wonders if this is what love is like. A constant state of fear and worry, coupled with the rush of standing at the edge of a cliff.

He is falling. He is scared, so scared. The last person who fell had died.

Zoro is not afraid of death. Zoro is not afraid of falling. He is afraid of what might happen in the slim to none chance that the chef begins to slip as well.

So Zoro pushes him away. Far away from the edge, away from the precipice.

He is only like this with the chef, always careful with his words, despite what it appears from the outside. Luffy knows, because Luffy always knows and he doesn't like it. But Zoro doesn't care, and keeps his distance.

Always watching, studying. He learns by watching the cook. He learns that the blond's grace is not natural, it is forced, movements careful and contained, folded inwards and kept small. He learns that the blond, despite broadcasting his masculinity, treats his body in the stereotypical actions of a woman. He sits with his legs closed, fusses over his appearance and fawns over compliments sent his way like a demure village woman.

Sanji makes himself smaller and Zoro learns in Thriller Bark that its because he think's that others deserve the space more.

Its a ridiculous notion, a conclusion only someone as stupidly selfless as the cook could come up with. He shields the swordsman, offering his head and the 19 year old feels a thrum of panic.

This sacrifice is completely different from his own. This sacrifice is born from a sense of inferiority and worthlessness. This sacrifice is Sanji finally making himself small enough for the rest.

Sanji is saying goodbye.

Sanji is falling, but not in the way he wants, not in the way that matters. Sanji is falling into despair, Sanji is falling into self depreciation. Sanji is falling into himself, crumbling away from the inside. Sanji is going, going, sand slipping between his fingers so Zoro runs, Zoro surges forward and snatches the blond by his arm.

Without his consent, or maybe it's some hidden part of him, the part that he tries to gag and shove into the recesses of his mind. The part that fed him dreams and gave his heart hope. Perhaps it is that part that grants his body permission.

Allows him to finally grab Sanji's hand in his own, watch the blond's smug expression at having finally gotten his death wish granted, only for it to turn to shock when Zoro grabs fistfuls of the black suit jacket, straddling the chef and shoving their lips together in a messy clash.

The sensation of euphoria that he feels is unlike anything he's ever experienced in his life, which was says something considering the fact that Zoro is pretty sure they're doing it all wrong. Sanji hands are stiff and awkward on his back, tentatively stroking up and down as though he were a troubled teen in need of comfort. And are their noses supposed to be mashed up like that?

Let alone the fact that his arms are starting to cramp up from the odd bent angel they're in, still clutching the fabric.

It's totally armature, without a doubt. But Zoro finds that it's still ranked as the best feeling in his whole life, second only to the time he once came close to beating Kuina.

He knows that Kuma is there, that Luffy is knocked out, that if they don't act soon their captain will be dead. He knows there's no time, so he rakes his eyes over Sanji's flushed, bloody face and stokes creamy blond locks.

"Don't leave." He whispers, burying his face in crook of the chef's neck. "I love you. Don't leave me behind."

Like a coward, he knocks Sanji out, before the latter can respond.

He stands, facing Kuma and prepares to die.

Zoro never did make Sanji smile.

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starswallowingsea · 4 years

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Secret Santa Time

I have been waiting to post this forever!! I don’t normally write shippy stuff but I think this turned out pretty cute.

This is a gift for @lestis, for the event hosted by @opsecretsanta2019, who I think is pretty great and a really sweet person that y’all should follow! That said, here’s my gift!

Waking Up

Fandom: One Piece

Word Count: 1623

Ship: SanUso

Notes: CW for nightmares, see the end of the work for more notes

He was running again, the buildings around him familiar but strange. That didn’t matter now though. He saw his friends sailing away, towards their next adventure without him.

He shouted at them, apologizing for acting the way he did, but they couldn’t hear him he thought. So he yelled louder, his words becoming more jumbled and mixed with sobs that he could barely understand himself anymore. But they kept sailing.

And suddenly he was falling. Falling? Or drowning? He couldn’t breathe all the same.

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Usopp awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and breathing heavy, he knew he had another nightmare. They had become so normal to him that when he actually got a good night's sleep it meant he didn’t dream at all.

It was the same every night, reliving Water 7 and begging to be taken back by his friends and being left behind anyway. He tried every trick in the book to get them to stop but nothing worked.

But at this moment he knew he couldn’t go back to sleep, not yet anyway. His heart was beating too fast and breathing ragged, it would be endless tossing and turning in his hammock which would probably do more harm than help right now.

So he swung his legs over the side of the hammock and jumped down quietly to avoid waking the others. He tiptoed out of the room and carefully opened and closed the door, cringing at the slightest sound he made and hoping it wouldn’t wake anyone else up.

Instantly the cool night air began to calm his nerves. He stood still, just outside the door for a minute.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe…

He pulled his hands to his face and stood like that, taking deep, calming breaths. It helped a little, but not much.

He turned to walk onto the grassy deck, lay down and look at the stars. Maybe he could get better sleep out here. It couldn’t hurt to try anyway.

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Once on deck, it appeared he was alone and he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. Usopp walked over to the railing and stared out at the sea, just thinking, trying to calm himself down. It was so quiet, the only sound coming from water hitting the side of the ship and the gentle breeze that rocked it back and forth.

He heard footsteps approach from behind and jumped a little as someone stepped up beside him.

“Relax, it’s just me.”

Usopp looked over and saw it was Sanji, who was putting a cigarette to his lips and pulling out a lighter. Usopp wondered how Sanji could smoke like he did but not fall into a coughing mess all the time, but he shoved the thought aside, saying he would ask about it later.

“What are you doing out here so late?” Usopp asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that,” Sanji said, moving to put his shaky hand on the railing, using the other one to take a drag of the cigarette.

“Me too, if I’m being honest.”

They stood in silence for a moment, just letting the wind brush past them, leaving smoke trails from Sanji’s cigarette.

“Hey, uh, can I ask you something?” Usopp said, breaking the silence.

“Sure,” Sanji responded, taking another drag.

“Do you get nightmares? Like of your past or anything?”

Sanji put his hand with the cigarette on the railing, shocked at the question Usopp had asked him, unsure of how to answer.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to answer, I was just wondering is all. Y’know how it is ri—”

“Yeah.”

Usopp paused for a second at the answer. He had expected it in all truthfulness, but hearing the confirmation come from Sanji shocked him. He always seemed so put together, like nothing could make him lose his balance in life.

“... How do you deal with them?”

Sanji took another drag of the cigarette, knowing that his habit had developed as a response to both trauma and working with food. The nicotine helped calm the brain down when he was stressed over something and kept him from feeling hungry in the kitchen.

“Cooking, I suppose.” That was the easier answer.

“Could you maybe show me how to cook? I…

“I... had a nightmare.”

---

Sanji paused at Usopp’s confession. He had also suspected that Usopp hadn’t been sleeping well. He was more irritable in the morning than normal and seemed spaced out more often than not. But he wasn’t a doctor so he didn’t want to ask him directly, although he had told Chopper that he thought Usopp might not be getting enough sleep. Turns out he was right.

Sanji pulled out a mini ashtray, stubbed out the rest of the cigarette in it, and put it away before answering.

“Can’t hurt to try. Come on.” He said, turning and waving for Usopp to follow him. He, too, had been having nightmares recently and maybe cooking with someone else would help distract him enough to get a few more hours of sleep tonight. Just enough so he wouldn’t fall asleep standing at the stove again.

---

They agreed on making a carrot cake, since that was Usopp’s favorite dessert and there was really no better way to help calm down than eating a little comfort food.

He tried to recall the recipe his mom used when she had made the cake for him as a child, but he quickly realized that he could only remember small parts of it; helping shred the carrots and mix in the nuts and spices.

Sanji took the information Usopp gave him and used his own knowledge of carrot cakes to make the batter. Sanji would mix the dry ingredients together and Usopp the wet ingredients. They both shredded carrots and portioned out the various nuts and mixed them all together with the rest of the batter and poured it into a cake pan.

Once the cake was in the oven, Sanji began to work on a cream cheese frosting while Usopp worked on cleaning the dishes. He would rather do them now than after they had already decorated and eaten the cake he said.

Sanji pulled the cake out of the oven and gently took it out of the pan and onto a wire cooling rack. Usopp took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the carrot cake fresh from the oven. He felt like a kid again in Syrup village running around the kitchen while his mom made dinner. It was a nice feeling.

Sanji and Usopp both sat down, wanting to take a little bit of rest while the cake was cooling enough to frost it. Usopp closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling a little more relaxed than he had earlier, and let his mind wander to his mom, the Usopp Pirates he left behind, his home.

And they stayed like that, in peaceful silence, for a minute.

Sanji took a drag of another cigarette now that the cake was baked and cooling, letting the nicotine calm his senses again. He really needed that, joking with Usopp in the dead of night while they made a cake together, allowing him to forget why he woke up in the first place. It felt nice, he thought.

“Feeling better Usopp?” he said.

“Yeah, a bit. Thanks.”

---

Sanji put out his cigarette in the ashtray on the table and stood up again.

“We should frost the cake and see if we can catch a few more hours of sleep.” He said, already moving towards the bowl of cream cheese frosting he had made.

“Oh, yeah.” Usopp responded, feeling a little disappointed that the moment was over so soon. He could stay like that, just him and Sanji in the soft glow of the kitchen for hours. Maybe they should do that more often.

He also stood up, moving to the fridge to see if there was anything he could maybe use to decorate the cake with.

Meat, milk, meat, cheese, more meat, some fresh fruits and vegetables, carrots maybe? No, that’s just too much carrot. Hmm…

He scanned through the shelves when something bright purple caught his eye and he pulled it out. They looked like flowers, but why were they in the fridge?

“Hey Sanji, what are these?” He said, holding the bag of purple and white flowers up for him to see.

“Hmm? Oh, those. Just some edible flowers I picked up at the last island. Thought they might bring a bit of color for desserts. Did you want to try them with the cake?”

Usopp’s eyes lit up at that. He had tried a few flowers while he was at Greenstone, including some that looked similar to the ones in the bag. Orchids, he thought they were.

“Yeah!”

He placed the flowers in a circle on top of the cake, carefully trying to space them evenly so everyone would get to try one. He pulled out one more after all the ones he wanted were placed on the cake and plucked a petal off it.

“Do you want to try it together?” Usopp asked, holding out the rest of the flower to Sanji.

Sanji nodded and took the flower from Usopp’s hand and plucked out another petal.

“I had a lot of fun tonight and it really helped calm me down. Thanks, for real,” Usopp said, holding his petal up. “Cheers?”

Sanji chuckled a bit at the gesture but raised his own petal nonetheless. “Cheers.”

---

“Not as much flavor as I was hoping for,” Usopp said, swallowing the petal.

“Most flowers don’t have much of a taste, they are garnishes after all.”

Bonus gift: A playlist I decided to make last week on impulse after hearing one whole song that I thought fit Sanji and Usopp

#opsecretsanta2019 #opfics #opfic #sanuso #one piece #black leg sanji #god usopp #shay speaks #shay writes #the last few weeks have been me staring at @lestis' blog mentally going #'LET ME IN LET ME IN' and wanting my asks answered but oh well #i think this turned out good tho! gotta keep it positive right?#im just gonna. schedule this now and go do something else ig

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