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nogenderbee · 5 months

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i love your works and writing sm!! aahhh >o< may i request for kanade, nene and ichika singing the song "Therefore you and me" with their s/o who is a guitarist? tyyy!!

Awwwh thank you! And of course you can! Also I hope you don't mind one-shot, I just thought it'll be more interesting like that ^^ I honestly still have no idea if I got the right song but hopefully I did and it turned out alright!

Also so sorry if it turned out a bit too short-

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ichika, Nene, Kanade singing "Therefore you and me" with guitarist!reader

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You and Ichika were having your classic practice date when both of you just played ransoms songs which happen to be mostly Miku songs on guitars and sometimes even singing them!

You decided to surprise your girlfriend by randomly playing one of the songs that always caught your heart, "Therefore You and Me", also known as "Yueni Yuu en Mi". At first she looked at you in slight confusion but soon recognizes the song and grabs her own guitar swiftly joining your play. As for singing, she let you finish first verse with admirable smile and joined you in the chorus.

As for second verse, it was you who let her take the main part as you sang side lines.

"hitori no ohashi ♪~~"

"sun tarazu de ♪~"

"hitori no kutsu ♪~~"

"chikara busoku de ♪~"

It's easy to say both of you had lots of fun doing so! And surprisingly, you didn't even talked about who sing what part in song and yet you were guessing extremely well! As if you had plenty of practice when it was just random song you thought of in the moment.

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You managed to convince Nene to do a mini concert with you! You know she's not the most confident when it comes to private concerts like that, and it's rare to even catch her humming when she knows there's someone else around. But since she asked you to help her with confidence a bit... that's actually a great practice!

The moment you two were together, you grabbed your guitar and notes.

"Ready Nene?"

"Y-Yeah... I think so..!"

And that was the moment when you began to play! It was a while untill she began to sing along. In fact, it was a bit awkward at first but soon she got comfortable and you could hear she was singing a bit more confidently now.

"eien ni eien ni eien ni raburabu? ♪~~"

It was honestly admirable sight because you could for once see her relaxed. Maybe it wasn't anywhere need public solo concert but it definitely was your special moment and one big step forward for your girlfriend!

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The idea of singing something together was honestly just a random thought that popped into your mind... You were just hanging out at Kanade's place with your guitar on your lap since you wanted to have some sort of entertainment as your girlfriend creates her music, and maybe even help her get some nice ideas!

"Hey Kanade! Wanna sing 'Yueni Yuu en Mi' with me?"

"Ah- sure, why not! I guess it's time for small break..."

And that was honestly the answer you wanted to hear! So as soon as you hears it, you grabbed your guitar and without second thought began to play the well known song. And your girlfriend for one, was more than happy to sing it along with you!

"yueni yuu en mii yuu en mii yuu en mii, raburabu ♪~~"

You knew the gray haired girl hat soothing voice but this song was literally perfect for her voice! You had to be careful not to fall asleep or loose the tempe to her voice.

Well... maybe if you ask she'll agree to hum this song as you nap next to her?

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afflearn · 1 year

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MIS(management information system )is Breath of Business

Just have a minute please why is MIS(management information system )? if there are problems solutions are needed. early before information technology, came into existence data and business strategies are so normal and the environment was less changeling. early in 1950-1960 computers used to automate data into information. as technology developed businesses become challenging the due to same…

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#Affiliate MIS #information #management information system #skill management #system

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patron-minette · 3 months

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“The door of the garret had just swung open abruptly and revealed three men in blue canvas smocks wearing masks of black paper. The first was skinny and had a long cudgel with an iron tip, the second was a sort of colossus, carrying a pole-axe for slaughtering cattle, holding it by the middle of the handle with the hatchet part pointing downward. The third, a man with big broad shoulders, was bigger than the first but not as massive as the second, and he was holding an enormous key stolen from some prison or other in his clenched fist.

It looked as if it was the arrival of these men that Jondrette had been waiting for.”

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Happy 192 years to the failed Gorbeau ambush!

#gorbeau ambush anniversary #february 3rd 1832 #patron minette #patron-minette #les miserables #les mis #illustrations #quotes #patron minette affiliates #gorbeau ambush

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kthynes · 1 year

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husband for hire (3)

18+

previously

You tour Lloyd’s home where you lose sleep and gorge on an endless selection of wine. But with misery comes company.

warnings: course language, violence, mentions of blood, heavy alcohol consumption. Mentions of past affiliations and traumas. Sassy reader. Patient soft!Lloyd.

word count: ~2.9k

authors note: thank you to those who’ve been pouring in their support for this little mishmash series. It’s been giving me the right push to write so I love you all to the sun, moon and stars xxx

This has not been beta’d - mistakes are my own

“Wow.” You gawk, blinded by polished marble flooring and prismatic chandeliers. There isn’t a speck of dust floating around. Every nook was pristine, almost uninhabited. Whereas you waltzed in, out of place, from rag to riches. This was meant to be your Cinderella story.

A soft click shuts the door behind you as Lloyd huffs, slowly undoing his cummerbund.

“What do you think?” He perpetuates, letting the pleated sash swish and cut through the air.

“You have a very beautiful home.” You politely add.

“I’m glad you think so.” Lloyd tyrants a genuine smile that is almost saccharine. You wanted to melt into the linoleum that very instant. “Come through, I’ll give you a quick tour.”

You nod, following him like a docile house cat as he turns every corridor with ease. He shows you the Michelin restaurant grade kitchen, the living room, theatre room, backyard, the entourage of house guards outback, your own butler, Jeeves, your maid, Maria. He shows you every closet, cupboard, nook and corner. In return you’re in awe of all the plants, fauna and paintings he’s bought off auction. There’s a room for everything imaginable and now there’s a room for you.

“This is where you’ll be.” He opens the unlatched double doors to reveal a platinum, all white suite.

“I could’ve easily taken the couch.” You state, casually eying the orthopaedic California king that floated in the middle of the room.

“You’re my guest.” He ensures. “You stay where I tell you to stay.”

“Is this where I kneel for the master?” You grit, swiveling to meet your crafty assailant eye to eye. There's that unnerving sass that doesn’t miss a beat. Lloyd knew how to break even.

“Only if you submit.” He sexually deviates in a tone that zings your core.

“Know your place.” You look him up and down before stepping into the room that is far from welcoming and close to an asylum of some sort.

“Sergio will get the rest of your things so that way you’ll feel more at home.” Lloyd explains when you aimlessly wander a barren corner that leads up to an illustrious walk in. You’re slightly appreciative but aghast.

“Wait, what about Cujo?”

“Cujo?” Lloyd tries his hardest not to laugh.

“My blue Merle.” You affirm and he relieves a sound ‘ahh.’ “Y’know, an Australian Shepherd.”

“He’s more than welcome here.” He smiles. It’s fake. Lloyd hates dogs. He’s not fond of Rooster the house cat that slithers through the back gates every so often. But for you the world was liminal. “Anything else?”

“This can’t be forever.” You spar with a sideways look.

“I know and there’ll be an end to all of this. But ultimately that’s your call to make mi Luna.” He simply states, rolling the ball back into your corner. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have some… business to deal with.” He pauses, poker faced.

“Do you think you’ll be OK?”

“In a house all to myself?” You fold your arms across your chest, tapping a foot that is ready to run.

“One is enough company.” He reminds you while unbuckling his watch links. There’s a tiny little smirk gracing the corners of his mouth.

“You’re telling me?” You theorize, disgusted by your own life lasting singleness. Lloyd easily takes to your self deprecating tendencies. He believes you’re perfect and cruel. He’d change the latter.

“Let’s be good alright?” He requests, sounding jovially lighthearted. The gold link watch lands on top of the large oak armoire as a reminder, shifting the silence once again.

“Will I see you?” Did you want to?

“I’ll be around.” He’s nonplussed and you wanted to swing at him. “Goodnight, mi Luna.”

***

You lost count of sheep and wound down a flight of stairs that led you through a dark abyss. The house help was sound asleep while your disquietude kept you awake.

Every step there was a door and past that door there was light shining in from a sheer lined window. In the midst of your nightly conquest you were rocking back a bottle of imported red wine, embittered by the dry, full bodied taste of it all. Lloyd had an exquisite selection of wines to choose from. Mostly unopened and sitting pretty in an above ground cellar. He was a connoisseur and you took advantage, considering the fact that you didn’t drink at the wedding. So why not now!

“Fucking shit.” You gargle after taking another forceful swig. The pint swished in your grasp, echoing through the corridor. Time was ticking to a steady pulse. Slow torture became exodus as you could hear pained, muffled cries coming from one of the many closed doors.

“Please.” They agonize in a symphony you’re too familiar with. “Please.”

Your feet trail up. There’s one door where light pools from under. The pleas become gradual, calling out to you like a siren.

“I promise it won't happen again. Please Lloyd.” The man’s voice cracks. There are many moments in your life that parallel this instance. Your father being the true culprit and successor to the cause. Pain, infliction and chaos. “I didn’t mean for it to happen… those men.. they…”

Your eyes fall shut, brows drawn together. You stand right in front of the door that could shatter upon impact, awaiting your turn with fear and uncertainty.

Something abysmal spins you out. The gallant murmurs are a muck. The soured wine churns in your stomach when there’s a pitfall of silence. You’re so far too self absorbed to notice the door creak open. Someone clears their throat. You flutter your eyes open to see a looming Sicilian man, armored in Dior and Kevlar.

He’s cast with a grave look, squaring you off in militant form. You’re bewildered, paled by the laser-like focus Lloyd has on you from behind the giant. You don’t look at him. How could you?

“Mi Luna.” He husks in a tone so deathly low. Don’t answer, Y/N.

The man who’s kneecapped, huffing and puffing, looks over his shoulder. Your eyes meet and it’s telepathic. He’s grateful, relieved by your unexpected appearance. You scowl through the full effects of costly red wine and audacity, trying to sound somewhat unaffected. You weren’t there for anyone.

“Is there a bathroom around here?” You calmly inquire as if you weren’t caught eavesdropping on an execution. Lloyd’s countenance tightens, anger was a fleeting understatement. But his oversight changes as the fireplace crackles and casts a warm glow, whipping the tense silence into a heated ordeal.

“Two doors down, to your right.” He finally presses. His men soundlessly idled around, not a step out of place. They don’t look at you the way Lloyd does with his smoldering gaze.

You slowly back away, inscribed with disappointment. The heaving man bows his head in defeat, knowing his fate was dealt with. “Andre.”

And in that moment the door was shut on your face. Unanimous to your reservations.

A million thoughts to one.

Your walk back is short when you hear gunshots go off for the first time after a long time. It’s shattering. It’s abrupt. Enough for you to instinctively scamper up a random flight of stairs and fall into a room that’s not yours. Dark walls, light wood furniture, the familiar scent of bergamot infused aftershave. You knew you were entrapped in his room when the harnessing safety lock clicks.

“Fuck.” You jiggle the knob again, not knowing the adjustment and push method. “Fuuuuuck.”

“We’ll take care of the rest, boss.“ Sebastian calmly assures Lloyd who tempers his breathing and studies the lifeless man before him. The last few minutes were a crucial struggle. He had to make sure.

“He’s getting there anyways.” Seb was right. There’s a small halo of blood forming around the head and that was enough to sinister some realization as Lloyd turns to his longtime associate in crime.

“Do it before I get back and make sure my rug stays intact. Got it?” Lloyd was delirious. He ran out of the study before he could acknowledge a ‘yes sir.’

Some part of his possessive, ruddering conscience wanted to make sure you were OK. As fear takes a paralleling whirlwind, you could hear his Italian sharp toed shoes tap up the stairway. It’s no shock that he barges into your room first and doesn’t find you there.

“Y/N!” He hollers down the corridor before pushing open his room door, the final unchecked space. He pauses in mid-action, seeing your hardened resolve at standoff. “I—“ Relief is scornful and there’s no othering after fact.

“Was I supposed to see that?” You point with the half empty bottle in hand, completely glassy eyed. His jaw ticks.

“No.” He answers. “And you won’t have to if you—“

“Oh fuck you. Fuck you!” You scream, letting all the veins in your neck come out for show. Lloyd shuffles on his feet, inhaling a sharp intake of breath while lightly shutting the door behind him. He’s had moments like this rehearsed so talking you down from it wasn’t unexpected. More so gut wrenching.

“Who do you think I am?” He calmly asks in a way that is compliant yet arbitrary.

“Someone better than this, I’d hope.” Why do you care?

“Yeah right. My hands have been covered in blood since the day I was born.” He scoffs, circling the room like a prowling vulture. You open your mouth to interject. He’s quick witted and drawl, stopping dead in his tracks. “Don’t ask me to change if you’re your fathers daughter. Ya hear?”

“That’s where you and I are different. I don’t kill for a living.” You say on your high horse.

“That’s right. You’re just an elementary school teacher with her panties in a twist.” He sardonically responds.

“How’d you—“ your brows furrow.

“I used to work for your father, remember?” He adds, scratching his temple that slightly throbs. “… Always had my eyes on you.” Lloyd mumbles to himself, well under his breath.

“What happened?”

“Everything unimaginable.” You look at him dubiously. He sighs, deflated and not willing enough to further speculate. “Are you OK?”

“Could be better.” You grumble.

“How’s the wine?” He inquires, dropping his gaze to the tip of your fingers that barely cling onto the bottle.

“Good. Could do with another.” You shrug upon inspection.

He chuckles, cocking his head to the side. “Let’s go then.”

You try not to flinch but something so magnanimous kept you drawn in, nodding at his ingenious requital.

“I know just the one that’ll put you to sleep.” He absently adds while rolling up his sleeves.

***

Nebbiolo.

That was the wine pairing that had you half lidded and slovenly dead weight.

The kitchen countertop, made of finite marble, felt cool against your warm, flushed skin. You took purchase and laid your head down sideways while Lloyd kept pouring a steady hand of whisky for himself.

“I’m not drunk.” You hum, watchful of him.

“Good.” He takes his first sip which then turns into a hasty gulp. Another guzzling pour and that’s when you wince. “Wouldn’t want you to be.”

There’s a jab.

“Would you, um, ever hurt me?” You inquire, eyes screwed shut, unbearing the thought.

“No.” His answer is simple but interchangeable. “Although I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’ve seen worse.” You scoff.

Lloyd is remorseful, knowing that his scars were once wounds too. He’s watched your father. Learned the best of the worst from him. Which in turn is why he can’t shake off the ‘death tilt’ — a stunt your father would pull after every kill. It was the same reason why Lloyd couldn’t look at you the same way for the past hour or so. Flashes of his past pained him to inflict the same irreverence. You didn’t deserve to feel the same motions of sadness or guilt like he did. But your tumultuous resignation tells him otherwise.

“I was practically raised in a slaughterhouse, so you never get used to it.”

“Emotional numbness.” He clicks his tongue and refills his glass up again. You frown. “Gotcha.”

“You should take it easy on the Tennessee.”

“I’ll worry about that.” Lloyd hisses, downing another heavy handed peg.

“Fine, don’t listen to your fiancée then.” You huff while propping yourself off the barstool. The room spins when you make the landing, a steady hand grips onto the counter as a safety precaution.

“What’re you doing?”

“Going to bed. Duh?” You shake your head that worsens your state of vertigo.

“Great. Lemme take you up.” He challenges.

“I’m perfectly capable. Thanks.” You watch him guzzle an entire pint in one go, lacerated by his inhumane ability to do so. He finally swings the bottle away from his mouth and hisses. There’s a bit left that he doesn’t bother finishing off.

“That’s not how I see it.” He sniffs, consciously condescending.

“So what? You’re going to constantly be at my neck now?” You muse with disbelief.

“Pretty much.”

“This arrangement,” you pause and shift your focus, keen on knowing. “What’s in it for you… the most eligible bachelor in the tri state area?”

Lloyd makes a face and scoffs to himself. There’s something unheard of.

“You, uh, remember the night of your 21st birthday?” He drags a hand over his face, the bags under his eyes are pulled down when you don’t.

“Vaguely.” You remembered a good time. That’s about it.

“You got shitfaced at a gentlemen's club your father owned and prohibited you from. I had to haul your ass into a yellow cab.” He recites the scandal.

There was heavy intel and a night hunt to get you home. At the time, your father had trusted Lloyd to be on your case, unwittingly being your shadow and protector. He was one of your fathers wordless men who took orders and then fell out. And yet somehow life came in full circle.

“But with you, it never stopped there.”

Ah yes the Paloma incident, Bar 61 and not to mention the Aspen escapade. All major life events that Lloyd has seen and endeavored. It’s no wonder that you were, in fact, your fathers biggest pain in the ass. But Lloyd being this available meant that he knew more about you than you had led on and that, in itself, was unnerving.

“God, how old are you?” You howl, eyes wider than dinner plates. It’s common knowledge that Lloyd’s only a few years older than you. Although he wasn’t about to pull out his I.D for proof.

“Old enough.” He rolls his eyes, tongue in cheek.

“Well I’m sorry I put you through all that.” You stupify, unconvinced. “And thank you for your service but you didn’t answer—“

“Reparations.” He gestures to you and him. A rough sigh escapes your lips. “We’re playing a game here, tit for tat. Might as well have fun with it.”

“Look, we don’t have to do this.” You reiterate, pausing at the foot of the stairwell. Moonlight cascades from the sky roof. Lloyd grins, methodical in understanding your psyche.

“Always doubling down. Nice.” He leans against the railing for support, stifling a burp that comes up.

“I’m just giving you an out.” You parry at half his height.

“Yeah because you’re afraid.”

“And I have every right to be!”

“Well, whatever it is that we’re trying to achieve here, takes a lot of trust and understanding.” He explains. You could hear the reasoning, sound and clear.

“I guess so.”

“Either way, you’re going to have to let me in, mi Luna.” He bows forward, quizzically in tune.

“You need to stop calling me that.” You despised pet names and this one came from the jump.

“Not a chance.” He chuckles in all honesty and it’s a first. “It suits you.”

You lull your head to the side. “Now you’re doing the most.”

“Whatever it takes, right?” He stands upright, obnoxiously grunting in stance.

There wasn’t much to say until he finally looked you dead in the eyes. You’re obliterated by his wildly inquisitive gaze that holds you captive. You felt an unspeakable magnetism that shields you from reality. He takes a small, swaying step forward, off balance and self assured. You tuck your chin in as a way to show some restraint. It’s surmountable that Lloyd’s grown fond of you, becoming soft under the guise of alcohol. If you’d known better you would’ve spiked all his drinks just to hear him hem and haw. But then your sight falters and there’s a permeable scowl on the seam of your lips. He takes notice of this as well.

“What?” He quirks, truly insulted.

“You’re bleeding.” You point to the split brow, jaded with some discern.

“I am?” He touches the wound and looks down at his red tinged fingers. “Damn, didn’t feel a thing.”

“Yeah whiskey does that.” You sigh, “Here let me—“

“S’kay, I’ll take care of it.” He refuses your measly help. “…Now as much as I appreciate your uncalled for concern, my business is my problem.” He flips the script on you and that’s expected.

“Okay.” You agree for the sake of agreeing.

“And one rule opposed to your many rules is that I hurt who I want to hurt. Do I make myself clear?” He convicts on his own obstructed moral ground and for that, you don’t question the puppet master.

“Fine by me, really.” You shrug. “I can hold my own.”

“Disputable.” You’re appalled. Lloyd finds it cute. “Just go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Yes sir.” You mockingly two-finger salute him. He laughs while trudging up the staircase. Now it’s your turn to be confused. “What?”

“How does it feel to finally submit?” He jokes from the top step, casting a smug grin in your direction.

“Oh fuck off.”

#chris evans #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen x reader #mafia!lloyd x you #mafia!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen #series: husband for hire

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narcolini · 1 year

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kiss and tell

angel reyes x gn!olvidado reader, 2369 words

for day 25 of whumpril: ‘we’re being watched’

a/n: this is in a world where adelita and angel never had a thing, because why not, AND who doesn’t love a fake date trope! muah (also love u élise, mi jefa)

tagging: @cositapreciosa @drabbles-mc @hausofmamadas

You shouldn’t be here. You really shouldn’t be here. Of all your dubious moral mistakes, this might just be the worst one, right? Going behind Adelita’s back, to talk to a Mayan, of all people, who’s working with Galindo? Yeah, you’ve fucked it. You’ve really missed the mark with this one.

He isn’t even a close friend, really. A friend of a friend of a friend. Someone you bickered with in high school, an Angel totally undeserving of the name. Payaso copied your answers in more exams than you can count, and now he’s after them again, begging you for info you know you shouldn’t give. Well, you assume so. The text he’d sent hadn’t been specific, but what else could he want?

You haven’t spoken to him in years, but, fuck, you’re here, aren’t you? You agreed to his suggestion and let him pick the meeting place. You’re walking toward him now, like you couldn’t be any fucking happier to ruin your shit, any more willing to disrupt what Los Olvidados have been organising for months. God, if anyone knew about this. If Adelita knew about this.

It isn’t worth imagining. Besides, you might not tell him anything at all, right? He might ask you for something you know nothing about. There’s still a chance of that, still time for fate to stand by your side.

Angel’s leaning against the tree closest to the park’s entrance, one tall beanpole in the sea of kids and moms pushing empty prams. He doesn’t blend in by any means. He didn’t even bother to take his kutte off.

‘Hey.’ He nods as you approach, only clocking you once you’re within talking distance anyway.

‘You wanna be any more obvious, man?’ you snap over him, looking past him, then over your shoulder. ‘May as well have brought the rest of your stupid club with you.’

‘Wow, relax.’ He looks like he wants to laugh. ‘Is it that serious? S’not like you got rules against socialising and shit.’

He’s wrong, of course, because that’s exactly what you do have. Especially when it comes to socialising with Galindo affiliated groups. ‘Can we move, please?’ you ask, ignoring the remark. ‘Away from the fucking Mom’s club.’

Then he does laugh, face crumpling like you’re certifiably insane, but he does stand straight from the tree he’s on. ‘You wanna walk?’

‘Sure.’ That’s better than this, at least. You watch him shove his hands into his pocket, before gesturing with his elbow for you to lead the way. Which you do, begrudgingly, traipsing further into the park with him beside you.

‘I can’t talk for long,’ you tell him, flicking him a look. Then it’s back behind you, over your shoulder, and to the right over the grass.

‘Damn,’ he’s watching you scan the surroundings, ‘you’re way less fun than you used to be.’

‘I didn't realise we ever had fun, Angel.’

He scoffs. ‘Really? Thought we were cool.’ He throws you a smile. ‘Homies.’

‘You stuck gum to my backpack and cheated off me relentlessly,’ you answer, not bitter, but bored instead. ‘Might’ve been fun for you, but.’

‘Okay,’ he laughs, ‘so I was a shitty kid. You really gonna hold that against me?’

‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ You pass a woman jogging, flashing her a smile just to see if she’ll return it—she does. ‘Would’ve blocked your number if I was holding it against you.’

He sucks a breath in, like he’s scratched his knee or some shit, wincing with it. ‘The fuck are they feeding you at those camps? Los Olvidados got a rule about being friendly now?’

‘Yeah,’ you nod, and you hate that you’re almost laughing with it, ‘that’s actually the whole thing, dumbass. We’re not trying to make friends.’

So why are you here then? Walking through a park, birds chirping like a fucking Disney movie, with Angel of all people. You were supposed to be making this quick. You shove your hands in your pockets like he has, pulling your hoody closed over your torso. No more chitchat.

‘So,’ you say, ‘can we get to the part where you beg me for information?’

You aren’t looking at him still, but flitting around again. There’s a dude on the bench you’re walking by, reading the newspaper. He doesn’t pay any attention to either of you. Doesn’t look up as Angel’s boot throws a stone in his direction.

‘Information? Nah.’ Angel shakes his head, the movement catching in your periphery. ‘You think that’s what I’m here for?’

You shrug. ‘Well, yeah. What else would you want?’

You’re on opposite sides, really. Hired hands or not, the Mayans are working for the man you and the rest of the group have fucked over, multiple times now. All you can offer him is information he shouldn’t have. Not that you will, of course, not that you will. But you at least want to hear what he’s dumb enough to ask for.

He’s slowed to a stop, for some reason. His brows are pinched together as he looks at you. ‘Y’know, I almost feel like saying fuck it and leaving you here.’

You turn, in front of him now, and shrug again. ‘What d’you mean?’

‘I’m here to help your ass not, fucking, beg you for information.’ He looks offended, actually. Genuinely offended. ‘I mean, come on, you really think I’m that stupid?’

Maybe, but you aren’t about to admit that to him. ‘Sorry,’ you stumble, ‘I don’t know. Guess I figured you had some allegiance to the dude paying you.’

He snorts. ‘Yeah, that’s not how this shit works.’

‘Okay,’ you prompt, ‘then what is it? Why am I here?’

For the first time, he chances a look behind like he does actually care, like he’s as nervous about this as you are. Well, almost. ‘Thought you guys might want to know Galindo’s planning to go ahead with another shipment,’ he says.

‘Oh.’ Your brows go up. ‘Damn. Fuck, that’s useful.’

‘Yeah,’ his voice goes thick with sarcasm, ‘I figured.’

Your gaze slips past him, looking for the man with the newspaper again. Only, he’s not there now, and has been replaced by another man, sitting with his arm over the back of the bench. He’s slouching, knees wide. Dressed in nothing but jeans and a garish shirt—which is weird, because it’s a cloudy day. Cold enough that you and Angel are both wearing two layers at least.

‘But why?’ You flick back to Angel. ‘Like, why help us?’

There’s something familiar about the man, about his very fucking familiar face. You can’t shake it. You can’t even focus on what Angel’s given you, the opportunity of another shipment to disrupt.

Angel sighs, oblivious to the mental file-o-fax you’re pawing through. ‘I know you think I’m a dick,’ he says, ‘but I do actually, y’know, care. About this shit.’ He gestures between the two of you. ‘The rebel shit, I’m with it.’ He pauses, you still aren’t paying attention. ‘And I fucking hate Galindo,’ he adds, souring. ‘Uptight fuck.’

You look back to the bench. He’s scanning the park now, in a very non-casual, casual way. Like you were—like you are. He skims past you quickly, pretending he hasn’t just made fleeting eye contact with you, and then it clicks. Finally. Fuck. It’s not just some dude, it’s Tiago, one of the many meatheads in Galindo’s cartel. You’ve seen his face a million times, in black and white, pinned to the boards at camp. You recognise it now, because it’s obvious. Scar through his eyebrow, thick moustache, ugly fucking shirts.

He isn’t relaxing in the park, enjoying the breeze, he’s waiting for you, watching. He’s holding out on you spilling secrets you shouldn’t—or maybe it’s not that at all. Maybe he’s watching Angel instead, keeping track of Galindo’s assets. They’re trying to avoid another incident like the last, looking for the leak in the in the seal, the rat amongst the dogs. And Angel’s clueless to it, standing and waiting for your reply. His face clear as day for Tiago to watch.

‘Kiss me,’ you say, blurting it as quickly as you can.

‘Wha—why?’ Angel frowns, lips pulling down at the corners. ‘Kiss you?’

‘We’re being watched.’ You step forward. ‘Kiss me.’

He’s taking too long to process it. You can feel Tiago staring now, attempting to read your lips. The longer Angel stands there looking lost, the longer Tiago has to profile you, to paint you as a notable figure. To pin blame to the badges on Angel’s kutte.

You pull him in by the back of his neck, before any more damage can be done. Hide his face with your own, make this look like a date, a walk in the park between one Mayan and his crush. He doesn’t kiss you back, of course, it’s stationary lips against stationary lips. Is it convincing? You’ve no idea. You can’t pull back to check yet, not without making it look suspicious and desperately false.

He says your name, or tries to, against your mouth. When you don’t break away to let him say it properly, there’s a moment of pause, just a breath, and then he’s kissing you like he means it. His hands come up to your waist, his lips part. You turn, pulling him with you, until you’re angled away from Tiago, Angel’s back a firm wall in his vision. He’s either cottoned on, at last, and is trying to make this look like a real thing to avoid suspicion, or his testosterone has kicked in and accepted a kiss for a kiss. His body reacting the way it normally would.

For a second you enjoy it. But that’s beside the point.

‘Okay,’ you pull back, hands to his chest, and look over his shoulder, ‘I think that…’

Tiago’s turned away again, scrubbing a hand over his moustache and looking as awkward as anyone would after watching two people kiss.

‘The fuck was that about?’ Angel asks, out of breath but unable to shift the smugness from his face. ‘Who’s watching us?’

‘Fucking Galindo,’ you mutter, ignoring the slight thrum in your chest.

‘He’s here?’ He attempts to look behind, but you catch him before he can, hand to his cheek.

‘Don’t fucking do that.’ You drop it again, fidgeting back behind the shape of him. ‘You can’t look, but it’s Tiago.’

His brows flex together; he’s wondering how you know who he is, how you’re using the guy’s first name like you’re familiar, but now isn’t the time to go into it. Really, you know more about Galindo’s crew than he ever will. There’s no cap on information for you, it’s find out all you can, everything you can. For him, it’s only what Galindo allows them to know. The bare minimum to get them to do what he needs.

‘He probably thinks you’re the rat,’ you say, continuing when he laughs, an I am the rat, expression on his face. ‘It’s better he thinks this is a date. For you, I mean.’

The smirk isn’t shifting. He’s staring down at you like you’ve actually asked him out. ‘So you’re helping me now?’ he says. ‘Saving my ass from Galindo?’

‘Yes,’ you snap, ‘and the desire to keep doing it is running thin.’

‘Alright, God.’ Still smiling. He’s still smiling. ‘Tell me what to do then, Olvidado.’

You have half the mind to leave, abandon him like that kiss was the farewell, and let Tiago track him alone. Follow his stupid bike around town until he finds some other way to incriminate him. But you need him, actually. You genuinely fucking need him and what he has to say. Another shipment would give you another chance to dent Galindo’s organisation, to strip more money, and more power, from him, in the most frustrating way possible. It’s an opportunity too good to miss.

‘You see that café ?’ you ask, knowing it’s in his eye-line, over your head. ‘We’re gonna go there, like we’re on a nice fucking date, and you’re gonna tell me what you came to tell me.’

‘Alright.’

‘So,’ you gesture toward him, ‘make it look like you actually like me, or something.’

He rolls his eyes, head tilting with it, and you almost reach to snap it back down again, but then he gets it together. He takes your hand, the right one, bringing it up as he steps around to lay the same arm over your shoulder. It’s more than he needed to do, putting you by his side, with your joined hands sitting against your collarbone, but you can hardly complain about it now. Tiago could be watching still—you look, eyes over Angel’s forearm—he is still watching. Leaning forward on his knees now, like he’s deciding whether to follow or not.

‘You’re gonna have to be careful,’ you say, facing front again. ‘They clearly suspect you.’

He shakes his head. ‘Flaco’s paranoid, probably thinks all of us are out here spilling his secrets.’

‘Fine, be like that. But it’ll get you fucking killed, Angel.’

‘Says the rebel trying to take him down.’

He has you there, but the difference is Galindo, Tiago, doesn’t know you yet. Doesn’t even realise that you’re anyone worth knowing. Thankfully, hopefully, your quick thinking has planted ‘love interest’ across your face, and ‘dead end’ over Angel’s. There’s nothing innately suspicious about two people going for coffee, no matter how Tiago swings it.

‘Let’s just get this over with,’ you tell him, increasing your speed and pulling Angel along with you. ‘Before one of us ends up in the gutter.’

Angel laughs, nodding.

‘What?’

‘Nothing,’ he shrugs over you, ‘just that this is the weirdest fucking date of my life.’

‘It’s not a date.’

‘Fake date,’ he corrects. ‘Weirdest fake date of my life.’

‘And last one, too,’ you add, because if he ever texts you to meet up again, you’ll be leaving him on read. Information or not, it isn’t worth the hassle, he isn’t worth the hassle. You’d rather struggle to gather information for yourself, than go down with the Angel Reyes, traitor to Galindo, disaster of a ship.

#angel reyes x you #angel reyes fanfic #angel reyes x reader #whumpril2023 #mayans mc fanfic #<3<3<3<3

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villainsimpqueen · 3 months

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Below It Glows

Chp 7.

Miles Quaritch x Cave Navi Reader.

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(Fanart made by @nin3kyuu )

Enjoy!

**PERSONAL LOG - MILES QUARITCH**

*Date: ××, ××, 2144

**Encounter Report: Y/n Aysara - Na'vi Individual**

Tonight's shift took an unexpected turn with the unanticipated entrance of Y/n Aysara, a Na'vi individual, into the watchtower premises.

**Initial Observations:**

Y/n Aysara displayed signs of distress and aggression upon entering. Communication attempts proved futile initially due to language barriers.

**Communication Facilitation:**

Utilizing the translation app on the tablet, Y/n Aysara revealed affiliation with Eywa and expressed intent to teach Na'vi culture. A peculiar choice of instructor, considering my position.

**Physical Examination:**

Distinct physical features noted: four ears, two tails, and luminescent patterns on the skin. Silver eyes suggest potential nocturnal adaptation.

**Sanitation Assistance:**

Noticed motor oil contamination on Y/n Aysara. Offered water and a makeshift cloth for cleansing, revealing an aversion to motor oil.

**Language Exchange:**

Engaged in linguistic exchange facilitated by the tablet. Y/n Aysara emphasized the desire to convey insights into Eywa's teachings and Na'vi ways.

**Departure and Unresolved Mysteries:**

Y/n Aysara departed at dawn, vanishing into a mining hole, referencing a location known as "The glows." Attempts to locate her proved unsuccessful.

***Recommend***

I have decided to keep this a private matter, Limiting access to my files about this event.

**Conclusion:**

The encounter with Y/n Aysara presents an unprecedented situation requiring careful consideration and collaboration with the research team. Future developments will be monitored and reported accordingly.

*End log.*

Miles reaching his unit that morning was most likely the quickest he ever had been from returning home from a shift. He had practically collided with the unit's door as he stumbled into the entrance. He knew he should've been more quiet upon entering but he couldn't as he quickly crossed the living room to his desk snatching open its compartments for his old beaten up Holo Tablet device that was years old. It was the only thing he knew without a doubt it couldn't be traced and it was where he liked to keep his more reserved work files onto. Clicking the old devices buttons he waited as the screen booted up and projected allowing him to jot down everything that had happened. Gentle foot steps from the hall to their shared room brought little attention.

“Mi cielo, What are you doing?” Paz's voice slightly echoed in their living room a yawn covering her tone as she padded into their shared space. Yet Miles turns quickly and rushes towards her.

“You're not going to believe what happened.” He brought her over to their sofa sitting her down before he explained everything moving the updated tablet he had on him showing her the recorded conversation he had taken and the few poor quality pictures he managed which over pixelated The navy womens glowing stripes as if the holy tablets camera were not sure where to focus on the woman's body.

“She just..came into the tower.” Paz questioned as she read through the conversation staring at the woman's image.

“Stumbled through the door more like.” Miles answered as he moved, getting up and heading towards the kitchen to make them coffee.

“She was nothing like the other species Dr.Augustine's team had reached out to…four ears, two tails hell, even two of those connected things.”

“I believe they're called Queues..” Paz replied as she got up from the sofa moving to the kitchen's bar top to lean against it watching the back of her love.

“You should really take this to Grace.”

Miles did not respond right away, turning to lean back into the counter as he looked at Paz's face.

“I dont think it's a wise idea.” He spoke his tone lower than it had moments before, causing Paz to raise a brow, a simple gesture that he knew that she wanted him to explain.

“We're already on edge with the forest clan, Yea, and this Glows whatever they are…Paz they gotta be underground. She disappeared into an old mining hole. Straight down vanished. You think that's gonna go well with Ridge? This whole time with parts and stuff going missing, Mine operations are stalling and there could be a whole another clan hidden below our feet?”

He watched as Paz's brows furrowed, how her eyes moved from him and into the holotable in her hands.

“So what are you going to do about this?” She asked him looking back to meet his eyes with hers.

“Right now ima keep this on the low. Transfer everything to my old tab and data erase everything on my work one. Take it one step at a time.” He answers her moving to the other side of the bar leaning against it moving his hand out to take one of hers.

“I'd like you to show me how to do that.” He watched her brows furrow once more making his lips twitch upwards some.

“Erase the data.”

A snort leaving her as she shook her head.

“I will erase the data, but i want to know what's going on, if you're insisting on playing solo investigator, and she comes back i want to know everything.” Paz spoke to him firmly and He squeezed her hand.

“I wouldn't ever keep a secret from you Darlin.” He assured her.

And He found himself staying on the night shifts longer than he had originally planned. The difference was now Paz would sometimes come to bring him ‘lunches’ in hopes that she would be with him on a night where the mysterious Navi woman would appear.

Weeks had gone by before She had appeared again, one a night after Paz had left from bringing him ‘lunch’.

It was another night spent with the translation app on his work holo tablet and a conversation made up between broken tongue of the device, With a small screen off to the corner out his main screen way on mute communicating everything to an old outdated Holotablet in the Hands of the very woman who had missed out on being physically present in this encounter.

It had seemed to Frustrate You more as the conversation was not as fluent as a flowing river. And so this night was nothing but you saying the words in the correct way and having him repeat it back to you.

“Whetu Nui '' You spoke to him slowly in a way it sounded like your tongue was fighting against your teeth as you tried to dumb the word down for him for what must've been the hundredth time in the past five minutes.

“Whetu Nui” He Spoke back and watched how your ears moved. It was fascinating they could move individually had you wanted them too, but it seemed more commonly for them to move together.

You had nodded your head at him seemingly content in his pronunciation on how to say Big star in your language.

“Pai.” Your voice echoed through the call, as Paz held Miles' old holo tablet in her lab as she sat at the edge of the bed.

You were a stunning sight, sitting there close to the watchtower's doors in the darkened room, but she could hardly agree it was dark with how brightly things were illuminated by your markings glow. Sometimes the Camera would catch locking onto your body allowing a crystal clear image of what you looked like and it was those times Paz found herself quickly sliding her fingers across the holo tablets projected screen to snapshot those clear short lasting seconds before the camera became blurry or pixelated, It wasn't entirely the cameras doing but more so how Miles could not sit completely still.

The next morning it did not take Miles long to quickly return to her after the navi woman left.

There they both quickly went over everything, over several shared cups of coffee and it ended with Paz erasing all corresponding evidence of this hidden encounter off Miles' work Tablet and had everything encrypted over to the old beat up one which Miles would store the device away at the work desk.

“She was beautiful.” Paz whispered as they both laid together in their bed, her head against his chest as she could feel his hand moving up and down her arm.

“You should see her in person, it's something else, Darlin.” He whispers back, making her huff and smack his chest.

“I will be there next time she comes.” causing a chuckle to leave him.

“Of course Darlin.”

but it seems you were on an entirely different time schedule.

For you never showed up at the same time each time you did appear. Always at different times and So Paz watched you through a screen speaking to Miles, more so teaching him more of your language and unknowingly her as well.

“Whaea Nui.” She listened to your streaming voice.

Paz slowly mouthed the words before she too spoke them aloud.

“Whaea Nui.” Glancing from the old Holotablet to her own updated work tablet with the translation app spirling its little icon before the line moved forming the translation of Na'vi to Human English.

‘Great mother’

“Wha Nu.” Miles' voice crackled through the old Tablet projected screen causing Paz to let out a snort.

“Kino!..Whaea Nui. W h a e a N u i.”

“Whea Nue” Miles attemption of repeating what you had once again slowed down for him. Paz watched the screen amusedly to see how your pixelated ears moved back.

“Whaea nui homai te kaha ki ahau me tenei tama a tetahi atu whaea.” Your voice moved through with tones of draining patients and While Paz didn't fully need to know what you must've said, she could feel your irritation to understand. Through her eyes moved to her work tablet watching how the words translated causing her to snort.

“Hey, I'm trying!” Miles' voice cut through the olden tablet caused Paz to snort out another round of chuckles as she could assume his own tablet finally translated your tongues language.

It wasn't long before the first rays of the Pandoran sun started to peek through her and miles room window, and not even a few moments longer before you had vanished through the mining operations sight and into another hole when Paz heard the clicking noise of her being unmuted.

“Where do you think those lead too?” She asks him.

“To wherever she keeps calling the Glows darlin.” Miles voice records over.

Log Entry 1

Date xx, xx, 2144

She keeps coming back and it seems every time she does I miss her by a hair. I can see why Miles is captivated by her, for I am just as much as entangled by her as well. Each time she does appear at that watch tower, I find myself more and more curious about her. I've been taking well to her lessons, practicing her tongue as if it was my own. I found myself whispering her raught words as I did my rounds through the engineering room or other assigned tasks throughout my shifts. Miles and I have both taken to studying the Navi language through the Translation app far more seriously.

When I do get to finally meet her, I want to be able to speak with her without the tablets. Focus more on her facial expressions, for language is more than just simply saying the words, it is a dance of expressions giving the words meaning and life in the conversation.

I believe actually hearing her voice in person versus the cracking of miles old screen will help with that.

The last encounter Miles had asked her when she would be back, She had replied in a hurry before leaving.

The translator spit out nonsense

‘When the water stops dripping.’

We both could not come up with what she meant by that, another reason why we must learn her language to understand her better.

Log Entry 2.

Date xx,xx,2144

She meant when it stops raining!

I sometimes forget how attune to nature they seem to be with this planet. It wasn't even a day after the last encounter before the storms started to roll in. I Have never seen such hard and heavy rain, so much clean water poured down.

Miles and I have taken to the patio during these days, just sitting and watching the rain fall. It's calming, Just us sitting beside each other watching the storm pelt clean water against our patio glass, beating down on the forest that surrounds the base.

We have discovered that even when the forest is being pounded by the heavy falling rain that it's brimming with life.

The amount of creatures that seem to come out during the rain was carefully documented by Hells Gates research team, and the data uploaded for all to see.

Miles and I got the delight to see one of these creatures up close against the patio's glass paneling. A strange little creature that Dr. Augustine's team drew common parallels to extinct earth species of Hylidae, Gekkonidae. Miles kept poking at the patio glass to make the little thing move around despite me telling him to stop.

Dr.Augustine's team predicts that the rains will continue for at least two weeks before the storm passes through. That at least gave Miles and I a rough idea of when she would start coming back again.

This time when she comes back, I will meet her.

_________________

Whetu Nui- Big star

Whaea nui- Great mother

Whaea nui homai te kaha ki ahau me tenei tama a tetahi atu whaea- Great mother give me strength with this son of another mother.

#avatar way of water fanfics #avatar way of water #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x na'vi reader #recom miles quaritch #below it glows #cave na'vi #Navi species oc #paz socorro #miles quaritch x y/n #Miles Quaritch

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gearvmac · 4 months

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luna shiranui’s in dept biography

⟡ full name : luna shiranui

⟡ occupation(s) : first mate, sniper

⟡ crew : the brass knuckle pirates

⟡ affiliation : the straw hat pirates, the red haired pirates, the heart pirates

⟡ nickname(s) : hot-head, shiranui, puncture human

⟡ epithet : "crack-shot" luna

⟡ origin : the west blue (momo island)

⟡ residence : n/a

⟡ status : alive

⟡ birthday : october 2nd

⟡ age : 24 (pre-time skip)/ 26 (post-time skip)

⟡ height : 165cm

⟡ bounty : 500,000 (when she joins the crew)

⟡ eye color : hazel

⟡ hair color : brown

⟡ body type : average/a bit muscular

⟡ sexuality : straight

⟡ alignment : chaotic good

⟡ dream : to become the greatest sharpshooter in the world

⟡ species : human

⟡ personality : she might be seen as the comedic relief of the crew, she has a sarcastic sense of humor. she is unselfish, stubborn, and compassionate and will stop at nothing to protect her friends and help people in need. she might appear as confident in her abilities to fight at first but this facade quickly fades, revealing a certain lack of self-confidence. she will work on her courage throughout her whole journey with the help of her friends. most of all, she is completely devoted to her captain and will follow her through all adversities.

⟡ friends/allies : the brass knuckles, the straw hats, the whitebeard pirates, captain frost, lieutenant hawk barr, the kid pirates, the red hair pirates, the heart pirates

⟡ enemies : the marines, the world government, buggy the clown, alvida, boa hancock, donquixote doflamingo

⟡ love interest : sir crocodile

⟡ love status : lovers, but nothing more

⟡ love trope : enemies to lovers

⟡ main appearances :

⟡ special feature(s) : white sleeve tattoo on her left arm, one scar on her nose and many on her body, a necklace she wraps around her wrist that belonged to her little sister.

⟡ devil fruit : pamu-pamu no mi/ pop-pop fruit (eats it during the time skip)

⟡ description of fruit : allows the user to cause their own body or any inorganic object they touch to rupture and explode.

⟡ weapon(s) : a pistol, a long-range shotgun (she will gain more guns after the time skip)

⟡ haki : armament

⟡ likes : the smell of gunpowder, food, money, hawaiian shirts

⟡ dislikes : cherry (megan’s parrot)

⟡ trivia :

she’s seasick. always was, always will. it mostly happens on small boats when there’s turmoil.

she has beef with cherry, being her captain’s parrot. she finds her annoying and turns out they both annoy each other equally.

loves money. can be corrupted if offered a large amount.

she never gets along with any creatures nor animals the crew meet.

⟡ backstory :

once luna’s little sister was born, her parents started to push a young luna to the side. treating her unfairly, as if she was unworthy of the things that she had gained or done. she felt unwanted, causing her to develop a need to prove them wrong. to prove to them that she was deserving of the things she had and deserving of their love.

what better way to prove herself than to enter the marine’s elite force? with this goal in mind, she began training in her small village, where Luna would gain her remarkable sharpshooting skills (the best on her island). but luna’s dream of joining the marines was quickly forgotten once she realized what the marines were all about. how most of the marines didn’t even defend the weak, but would rather take advantage of them. shiranui quickly came to this realization when a group of marines came to the village and started illegally stealing from the residents. that was when the young luna promised to grow stronger. strong enough to protect her sister and her village, and to become stronger than the marines ever hoped to be.

around her 18th birthday, she sets sail to get stronger and be able to protect her village from any pirates or marines that would dare hurt them.

during her training and her journey of two years, she gets badly injured multiple times. she trains very hard and gains multiple scars.

later on, when a now 20-year-old Luna comes back to her home village, she finds it completely different from what she remembers. she then discovers that the new constructions are built in front of an immense graveyard and destroyed buildings where resided tombstones that had the names of everyone she used to know including graves of her family amongst the sorrowful sight. pirates had raided her village soon after Luna had taken off on her voyage, the young sharpshooter realizing that she’d narrowly escaped the fate that a good amount of her village had faced, and she didn’t even know until two years too late. as she was away becoming stronger, her village had become weaker because of the hands of some filthy pirates.

the surviving villagers then ambush luna after her discovery and imprison her for two years putting the blame on her, believing that she had worked with the pirates, and that it was her fault that her village was demolished. thinking that it wasn’t a mere coincidence that not long after she leaves on her journey, her village is attacked and raided. and of course, traitors are never treated kindly nor fairly but the higher-ups of the village or even the villagers themselves.

after being imprisoned for two years, shiranui is banished from the island. from this moment forward, she swears to never abandon anyone again and will fight for those she’s loyal to until the threat no longer lingers. this is a sentiment that she would later swear to her future captain.

during the following two years after her release, she wanders around, hiding from pirates and marines while training whenever she can. luna meets daddy masterson around that time when he is on his way back from a trip to loguetown. she pleads for masterson to train her, without any success.

after all of these events, she is 24 and is found by megan who will embark her on an unbelievably long journey to find the one piece.

tagging the crew and peeps who i think would like to know more about this girl; @shizukana-yoru @stuckinthewrongworld @malewifefirestar @silkcrowsocs @finding-comfort-in-rain @sinclxirx @simonxriley @onehornedbeast

#oc: luna shiranui #op verse #one piece oc #one piece #brass knuckle pirates #crack shot luna #divider by cafekitsune

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frostbeees · 8 months

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KALAMAZOO, MI – The Kalamazoo Wings, proud ECHL affiliate of the National Hockey League’s Vancouver Canucks, announced Monday that rookie goaltender Mariah Fujimagari signed a Professional Tryout contract (PTO).

#echl #hockey #look i’ve been stupid excited about this all morning #no it’s not MY echl team but close enough #being excited about this is making the shitty things seem a little less shitty

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risenocs · 4 months

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Vera Pecker

Basics

First Name: Vera

Last Name: Pecker

Age: 24 (pre-timeskip), 26 (post-timeskip)

Birthday: September 1st

Race: Human

Devil Fruit: Nagi Nagi no Mi (Calm Calm Fruit)

Skills/Abilities: Knife throwing (anything with knives in general), stealth, Rokushiki (Geppo, Tekkai, Rankyaku, Soru, Shigan, Kami-e) ((Six Powers; Moonwalk, Iron Body, Tempest Kick, Shave, Finger Pistol, Paper Art)), fundamental understanding of Rokuogan (Six King Gun) (can’t actually use this), Armament Haki, Observation Haki, espionage, undercover work

Occupation: Assassin

Affiliation: CP9 (former), Donquixote Pirates

Life

Born in the North Blue

After a naval attack on her hometown (she’s 7 years old), Marine soldiers sent to find survivors found her hiding away in a small house with the corpses of who they assumed to be her family members. She’d been found sitting with the arms of her dead father. When Marine soldiers attempted to pull her away from the corpse, she would lash out at them, swinging an ornate knife while screaming about getting away from her and her family. A few soldiers did get minor injuries from her during the process of calming her down. She only calmed down when someone spoke to her and promised to help her bring justice to those who had done this to her family and that she would have a family in the ranks of CP9.

Was trained with Rob Lucci (11 years old when she first joined) and eventually became his subordinate (she would call him "Big Brother" despite his best efforts)

Ate the Nagi Nagi no Mi about a year after Corazon died (she's about 14 years old)

Originally, she had been sent to keep an eye on the Donquixote Pirates by CP9 when Doflomingo first began to rule Dressrosa

Then, somehow, she genuinely enjoyed being around the Donquixote Pirates (mostly because she was manipulated into the idea that they were what a genuinely loving family was, and she never got the chance to have that when growing up)

Joined the Donquixote Pirates around the age of 17

After Doflamingo's defeat, she begins to hunt Luffy and seeks revenge against him since she blames him for Doflamingo's downfall

Appearance

Hair Color: Black with her front bangs red

Hair Style: A little past the shoulder and straight

Eye Color: Aquamarine

Skin Color: Olive

Height: 6’4” (195cm)

Accessories: Pink feather earrings (feathers came from Doflomingo’s coat)

Clothes: After eating the Nagi Nagi no Mi, she started wearing clothes that would be considered more noisy because she could just use her Devil Fruit powers to make sure she doesn’t make any noise

Art

Art was done by me (most of it was just coloring haha-)

Art was done by @/votaeto

Personality

MBTI: ISTJ (this is my own assessment and may change)

She rarely smiles and is quiet to the point most people don’t notice her

She has a desperate need to have a group of people she can call family since her own family died when she was very young

Currently, that group of people is the Donquixote Pirates/Family

She’s not wasteful, and anything given to her will be used at some point (or eaten in the case of food, even if she doesn’t like it)

She’s distrustful of everything and everyone, even those who work alongside her. The only ones she truly trusts are those she has a very deep connection with or hold great importance for her.

Fiercely loyal and protective to those she follows and those she truly trusts

Relationships

Birth Father: She had a very close relationship with him before he died. He worked as a woodworker, building furniture and toys.

Doflamingo: Calls him “father” despite him probably not seeing her as his daughter (or maybe he does, who knows?). She holds him in very high regard and would literally do anything he asked of her. No matter how long it takes or if she dies in the process.

The Donquixote Pirates/Family: Treats them with respect and sees them as family

Rob Lucci: Called him “big brother” when she was still working for CP9, and was his subordinate for many years. He didn’t care much for her since she didn’t seem as interested in the core goals of the organization. She wanted to be exactly like him and spent most of her time training hard to be like him, eventually learning her sense of bloodlust from him.

#Spotify #risenocs.vera #one piece #op #one piece oc #one piece original character

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