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#and . yeah . he’s conscious as a wolf but I just think that some instinctual part of him wanting to provide for sb when he does that ??
mvncesa · 1 year
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ya know I’ve made a lot of ‘decker bringing u dead animals’ posts & joking about how he’s like an overgrown cat but I’m thinking about it again and the implications ya know??
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Take Me Down (To Paradise) Chapter Two
Chapter Summary: In which Ace gets to punch someone and the group returns to the ship.
Notes:  Small trigger warning for a brief mention of sexual assault in conversation, nothing shown either explicitly or otherwise.
Violet eyes wide, Nym’s lips parted. She licked her dry lips and replied with the only words that came to mind. “I guess you won’t mind if I tag along with you, then?”
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“Tag along with us?” 
  Ace cringed inwardly. He could have hit himself when the only thing he could do was echo Nym’s words back to her. Then again, he felt numb. Somehow he’d found his second soulmate getting noodles and sake at a pub during a night at port. A soulmate who seemed to be in a bit of a bind, considering the reason that brought her to their table in the first place. Whoever that shady-ass stalker was, her sitting down between him and Marco had been enough to send him scurrying. The sudden surge of protectiveness he felt startled him, at once both familiar and foreign. He’d felt similar instincts with Marco, even when they’d only first gotten to know each other. 
  “Yes, tag along with you, ya know? Leave town together?” Seeing as they’d just been revealed as soulmates, he grudgingly gave her the rest of his udon, motioning at the nearest family member of the pub owner to bring two more bowls. Judging by how she wolfed down the rest of his cooling portion, she’d need more as much as he did. 
  “What, just like that? You don’t have a life here? What about your family?” As irrational as it made him feel, the longer he looked at her the more he wanted to touch her, if only to see if she were real. When Marco’s mark had revealed itself on his arm as the man held a dish of food out to him like a peace offering, he’d wanted to do the same—he had done, before long. Once soulmates were revealed to each other they were damn difficult to keep apart. 
    How could this be happening?
  Nym slurped up the last of the thick noodles and wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist. Her strange violet eyes alighted on him, and the inappropriately-timed thought of how many kisses fit between them reared its head. “Yes, ‘just like that’, and no, I don’t. My family doesn’t live here. I was just passing through.” Her nose wrinkled playfully. “I’m what they call a wayfarer.”
  Thatch leaned towards her with interest, though careful to keep his shins far out of her range. “Oh, so you’re just a traveler, then? You go where the wind takes you?”
  Nym propped her chin on her fist, her elbow resting on the table. “Exactly. Sometimes I travel with folks, and sometimes I travel alone. Since me and Ace here just found out that we’re soulmates and I’m not doing anything else, it stands to reason that I might see where the wind takes us when it blows us in the same direction.”
  Ace found that deeply amusing for some reason. A cheeky grin curled his lips. “A thirst for adventure and nothing holding you down to one location? You might as well be a pirate.”
  Nym eyed him curiously. “Is that an official invitation?”
  “Well, you did say you’re not doing anything else—”
  Thatch’s head thunked onto the table, his fist smacking against it emphatically. “Oh good god,” he moaned.  “Not again. Not more of this fucking soulmate flirting bullshit.”
  Nym flushed a rather fetching cherry red—in Ace’s opinion—and then in the next moment Thatch swore and bent down to rub at his shins. “Fucking hell do you kick hard for such a small woman!”
  Marco let loose a raucous bark of a laugh. “It’s what you deserve. Payback for all the times from before when you gave me and Ace shit.”
  “Fuck you, man, you two were un-fucking-bearable,” Thatch insisted as he continued rubbing furiously and muttering curses. 
  Nym looked between Ace and Marco with interest as two bowls of steaming udon were laid in front of her and Ace. “You two are already soulmates?” Ace watched as she connected the dots, then held still as she studied him. “So you have two soulmates, then, Ace.”
  Ace found himself gifting her an easy smile, voice soft and almost drawling. “Apparently I can’t help myself. I have to find double the trouble wherever I go.”
  Nym laughed, then sobered, clearly intrigued. “Does he have a second one as well?” 
  “He’s right here,” Marco chimed in then, taking the opportunity to steal a bite from Ace himself, “And the answer is yes.”
  She hummed. “Hmm. I wonder…”
  “What?” Ace’s brows creased in concern, trying to picture what might be bothering her. 
  She extended her opposite wrist in front of her on the table, baring a secondary, dormant soul-mark. “Is your other mark active or dormant?”
  Wordlessly Marco slowly offered his other wrist as well, revealing another dormant mark. “You’re not thinking—?”
  “One way to find out,” she murmured, pressing her wrist into his. Not being on either end of that match, Ace couldn’t feel the burn of activation, but he could observe as Nym’s mark appeared on Marco’s flesh the way it had on his own, mirrored against Marco’s Phoenix flashing into existence on her. 
  “You’ve got to be shitting me,” Thatch blurted, watching them with wide eyes. “Double mutual soulmates? A bonded set ?”
  Ace’s stomach twisted itself in knots. Outwardly he appeared smug, but inwardly the turmoil might suffocate him. How could he safely love his soulmates without hurting them? How could he be everything they needed without also being his father’s son? He felt, almost, a rising sense of panic, one that abated suddenly, and when he looked up from glaring into his udon he found Marco’s hand in his, and Nym’s on his wrist. As his soulmates they’d instinctually felt his distress and moved to comfort him.
  “It looks like now I have two reasons to leave,” Nym shrugged, sounding upbeat. 
  Marco chuckled, amused both by her demeanor and the expression evidently on Ace’s face. “Face it, Ace,” he teased him, “you’ll just have to get used to twice the love.”
  “Twice the annoyance, you mean,” Thatch muttered, dodging the elbow aimed his way by Marco. 
  Ace flipped off their blonde friend and dug into his new udon, unable to take his eyes off of Nym—or off of Marco, for that matter. Despite having eaten before she arrived, he still finished before her, sending his bowl away with coins to settle their tab. As soon as she finished eating and her bowl left the table as well, he stood, readjusting his hat. “Time to go. Do you have your things?” 
  His friend and two soulmates got to their feet. Nym picked up a small pack he hadn’t noticed before and nodded resolutely. “Yep.” She’d looked short before when she slid in next to him and changed his life irrevocably, but now standing next to her with Marco he could observe how truly tiny she looked next to them. Despite her wide hips and not being particularly thin, she seemed almost delicate in her features, elf-like in some way. The name Nymphadora certainly suited her, even if she found it distasteful. 
  “Let’s go then, babe.” 
  Her reaction to the endearment was lost in the murmur of the crowd around them.  Without conscious thought, Ace took her hand in his, twining their fingers together. When he looked over his shoulder as he led them toward the exit, he saw Marco holding her other hand, Thatch trailing behind them like a sulky duckling. He slipped outside with his ears pricked for danger. A good thing, as when they emerged onto the street they found the man from before lurking in the shadows nearby. 
  He made as if to grab at Nym, the motion aborted halfway through as he realized she had company with her. Before he could change tactics properly, Ace decked him with his free hand, sending him sprawling onto his back and out cold. He lightly stepped over him, tugging the others along with him. He noticed with no small sense of satisfaction that Marco had stepped on the man’s nose when passing over him. 
  “You’ll like the ship,” he told her conversationally as they walked through the streets hand in hand and abreast to Thatch. “It’s called the Moby Dick. ”
  “Is it now? Your captain must have a fondness for old novels,” she remarked. She didn’t seem at all fazed by him laying out her would-be attacker. In fact, she had a definite spring in her step as they made their back to the ship. 
  “Guess so,” Marco mused. “Pops has read a lot of books in his time.”
  “Pops?” 
  “Yeah, the Old Man,” Ace explained. “Whitebeard.” 
  “He treats us all as his sons,” Thatch added. 
  “Ah, I see.” Nym paused. “Does that mean—do you think—are there women onboard?”
  The three men slowed, Ace and Marco sharing one of their loaded glances that had more than once earned them gentle ribbing from the crew. Marco sounded as uncertain as Ace felt. “A few. As a general rule he doesn’t typically allow women combatants, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any in the crew.”
  Ace’s hand tightened on Nym’s, not willing to let her go for a second. “There’ve been exceptions. When he takes a crew under his command, he’ll usually give the old members a choice of joining him or starting over again. Banshee and Cornelia were some of my old crew that he allowed to stay.”
  Thatch continued their reassurances. “And he’s accepted a few exceptionally gifted women into his forces for other roles—trackers, spies, messengers, healers…”
  Nym seemed a bit upset. “So why does he have that rule, anyway?” 
  The docks came into view, an array of ships of varying shapes and sizes moored up and down the row. 
  “Probably to avoid conflict in the crew,” Thatch guessed. “To avoid fights over relationships. Or, ah, children on board.”
  “Or to protect them,” Marco offered. “I wouldn’t fancy being a woman captured by an enemy crew or the marines.”
  Nym made a disgusted noise. “Some of the crews allow rape?”
  “Some—not all, and not ours,” he hurried to reassure her. “Not any halfway decent crew, for that matter. Pirates don’t have many laws, but we’re strict about the ones we keep.”
  “He’ll make an exception for you.” Ace’s voice wavered, his confidence not absolute even to his own ears. The way he said the words, it was clear he wanted to believe them, but that even he couldn’t be sure. “He has to. You’re our soulmate.”
  “And I’m useful.”
  Ace and Marco shared another glance. “You don’t have to be useful, babe.” Ace squeezed her hand to offer what comfort he could muster. 
  “But I am,” Nym insisted. “Marco’s right about my family, about our haki I mean. I’m a Swan, so I’ve trained to use it. Plus, I speak a few different languages. I could serve as a ship translator.”
  Ace felt a small bloom of pride in his chest. He and Marco may not think she had to be useful, and he knew his first soulmate agreed with him on that, but she bloody well would be . The translation abilities alone would make her an incredible asset, but with training in how to properly wield haki, it made her all the more valuable. If only the Old Man would see it that way. 
  “And.” Her voice dropped to below a whisper, and Ace had to strain to hear her speak. “And I’ve eaten a Devil Fruit.”
  Well then . 
  The conversation cut short as the Moby Dick came into view. Ace pointed out which ship it was to Nym as they approached. She let out an awed, breathy chuckle. “It’s huge.”
  Firmly trying to steer his mind out of the gutter, he agreed. His hold on her hand tightened briefly before he disentangled their fingers so they could board. He turned to Nym and carefully tucked her long hair into the hood of her cloak, which he then drew until it shadowed her face. Less than five minutes later, they found themselves aboard. A few of the night sentries called out friendly greetings to their group as they passed. Ace, Marco, and Thatch returned them as politely as possible without stopping. They kept to the shadows until they reached the room Ace shared with Marco, then Thatch wished them luck and split off to turn in for the evening. They slipped inside with Marco shutting the door firmly behind them and latching it from the inside. 
  “You can put your things on my desk for now.” Ace pointed toward the far corner as he unstrapped his dagger and laid it on his nightstand. He sleepily removed his hat and necklace, a little drowsy from his interrupted nap. 
  Out tumbled Nym’s hair as she discarded her cloak, the night-black curls completely unruly. She draped it across the back of his chair and set her pack on top of his desk as suggested, shucked off her boots, then flopped onto their bed lazily, looking between the two of them expectantly. “So what’s the plan? I assume I can’t hide away inside of here forever.”
  Marco finally moved from where he’d been hovering by the door to stand in front of Ace’s shelves of belongings and souvenirs. “No, that’s true. All the same, you should stay here until we can speak to Pops about this.”
  “Right.” She sighed. “It’s going to be rather awkward if he says no to you two.”
  “He won’t.” Ace swallowed thickly. “He can’t.”
  “He can ,” Marco disagreed, “but he probably won’t. There’s no real reason to.”
  Ace sat on the edge of his bed with a sigh and leaned over to discard his boots as well. “It’s times like these I wish I was still captain of my own ship.”
  End notes: I'm fully aware that we aren't clear on what happens with Cornelia and Banshee, so I took liberties there with the wiggle room I had considering he did seem to adopt the entire crew of the Spade Pirates. That, and we have Whitey Bay to show that despite his rule, there were a few exceptions to the female combatants stance. I also took that statement at face value and assumed that many of the women who DID work for him did so under a different capacity. As for his reasons, it seems like folks can only speculate, so I added a few of my own. I've also, ah, put in a lot of ideas about Soulmates.
“You don’t mean that.”  Marco’s soft chastisement sounded slightly muffled, as he’d balanced against the wall and bent in half to get out of his sandals. 
  Ace sighed. “No, I don’t.” He allowed himself to fall bonelessly back onto his bed, turning his head to look at Nym. “You should take the bed. Marco and I will sleep on the floor.”
  Nym rolled onto her side to face him. “Why?”
  Ace blinked at her, perplexed. “Because you don’t really know us well.”
  “Fair, but I’m pretty sure I can take on both of you if I have to.” She reached out and hesitantly touched his hand. “Besides, I know you won’t hurt me. I can read both of you and you don’t have any…let’s say nefarious plans. Besides, soulmates can’t harm each other. Doing that would hurt us all.”
  Ah, yes. The fail-safe of being a bonded set, regardless of number. Injuries inflicted by one soulmate on the other would be mirrored on the offending party unless they were done in self-defense, and outright killing your soulmate would only end in one's own death. It did serve as a deterrent toward physically harming your match, though it also seemed rather inconvenient if your match were an evil prick you wanted to be rid of. Soulmates could also harmlessly share memories, emotions, and sensations with each other. Now that particular soulmate ability had various applications, many of which didn’t bear thinking of with the inappropriateness of the moment. 
  Ace couldn’t fight off the smirk that threatened to take over. His other soulmate had fire. “I don’t know that you can take both of us on at the same time, but you’re right, we can’t hurt you.” 
  “But you might still want time to acclimate.” Marco dropped down on Ace’s other side to avoid boxing in Nym and making her feel trapped. “You went from having no soulmate to two in less than an hour and now you’ve agreed to skip town with us. It’s all a bit much for anyone I would think.”
  Nym shrugged. “Maybe. If you were up for it we could always just talk and get to know each other a bit more, but I think you two want to rest.”
  “No kidding.” Ace yawned then got back up, snagging one of his pillows on the way. “We’ll just take the floor. We’ll straighten out the details after a few hours of rest. We’re not set to leave port for another day or so, so we have plenty of time to get to the Old Man before we cast off again.”
  Marco took another of the pillows and set up a makeshift bed next to Ace, pulling him close so that his soulmate’s warm back pressed into his chest. Nym gazed at them as they quickly fell asleep, their quiet breathing filling the room. Despite not knowing each other for long, the inexplicable tug she felt toward them didn’t fade. Soulmates often found themselves drawn to each other even before they touched and their marks activated, though not all met under such strange circumstances. Once their marks activated, an irrevocable link would form between them and there would be nothing and no one that would be able to keep them apart save their own efforts, as they would find a way to stay together. Separating them would be the height of cruelty. Soulmates felt an inborn desire to speak to each other, to touch and be touched by each other, to see and smell each other and be in relatively close proximity. They craved intimacy from each other, whether it be as simple as a kiss or running their fingers through their match’s hair. 
  As much as her two soulmates were strangers, as bizarre as their situation was and as much as she really did wish to know them more, she also felt a longing to join them where they cuddled on the floor, bury her hands in their soft hair and press her face into each of their necks. She fidgeted, trying to get comfortable and eventually falling into an uneasy sleep. 
  Surely things would work out with their captain.
    Surely . 
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End Notes:
I'm fully aware that we aren't clear on what happens with Cornelia and Banshee, so I took liberties there with the wiggle room I had considering he did seem to adopt the entire crew of the Spade Pirates. That, and we have Whitey Bay to show that despite his rule, there were a few exceptions to the female combatants stance. I also took that statement at face value and assumed that many of the women who DID work for him did so under a different capacity. As for his reasons, it seems like folks can only speculate, so I added a few of my own. I've also, ah, put in a lot of ideas about Soulmates.
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mbtizone · 7 years
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Piper Chapman (Orange Is the New Black): ENFP
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Dominant Extroverted Intuition [Ne]: Piper is full of ideas. She gets a thrill out of adventure and typically has no trouble leaping into the unfamiliar. She’s attracted to Alex’s lifestyle and is excited by all of the possibilities in life. Piper likes to travel and see new places. She’s an idealist who is always focused on the big picture. Piper flits around between different projects and causes. During the riot, Piper jumps from activity to activity and can’t sit still for more than a few minutes, much to the irritation of Alex. She’s creative and, prior to her incarceration, ran a business where she and her friend made their own soaps. Piper decides to begin the Litchfield newsletter, creating the content and distributing it (Ne-Te). Sometimes, Piper can loop, causing her to neglect her auxiliary function. She gets an idea and she dives right in without checking in with her morals or her values. She sees a way of making money by selling panties worn by the inmates online, and she soon adopts an authoritative and controlling demeanor. Sometimes, Piper can get so caught up in her ideas and schemes that she begins to lose herself, causing some strain in her relationships. Piper does a lot of what she does on a whim, and can become bored, restless, and disinterested in what she has. She’s always looking to the next thing, sometimes taking for granted what she actually has.
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Auxiliary Introverted Feeling [Fi]: It’s important for Piper to have a cause to champion. She is often motivated to take a stand against anything she considers to be unjust. During the riot, Alex is upset with Piper because Alex just wants to enjoy the tiny window of free time that they’ll have together for a very long time, but Piper wants to take action. She spends her time organizing a memorial for Poussey (Fi-Te). When she finds out that the only demand that was met was their request for Hot Cheetos and Takis, she is insulted, and collects each and every bag from the prison and sets them on fire in an act of protest. Piper wants to help Linda during the riot and talks Alex into it by telling her that Linda reminds Piper of herself. She identifies with her, and so, she takes Linda under her wing. When Piper’s values are violated, she will sometimes cut off her nose to spite her face. She is very rigid in her moral judgments and often refuses to back down. When Piper makes a mistake or offends someone, she often tries to make up for it by doing something for them, as opposed to just sincerely apologizing. After offending Red, she makes a lotion for her back problems. She tries to make it up to Pennsatucky for getting her sent to Psych by getting baptized (but ultimately cannot go through with it). However, this works both ways with Piper. If someone wrongs her, she can become vindictive. She gets her revenge on Stella after she steals from Piper by planting contraband in her bunk, resulting in her getting sent to Max. When she wrongs Watson, she corrects her mistake by getting the track reopened for her. When they manage to capture Piscatella, Piper is against torture. She doesn’t believe in treating him the way he treated them, because she thinks it’s important for them to retain their humanity. She wants people to read about their story after the riot and see them as people.
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Tertiary Extroverted Thinking [Te]: Because Piper has high ideals and a strong internal moral code, she is often inspired to do something in order to achieve her goals. Piper knows how to take action and strive for real change. She’s good at organizing people to accomplish tasks and knows how to delegate work. When Piper feels her Fi values are being attacked or compromised, she often utilizes her Te bluntness to put people in their place, which often leads to confrontations with the people around her. She can sometimes be thoughtless in what she says to other people, and, though it sometimes isn’t her intention to offend, she can sometimes make enemies because of her insensitivity. Not long after her arrival at Litchfield, Piper makes the mistake of accidentally insulting the food to the head chef, which causes Red to refuse to serve her. Piper enjoys contributing and uses her position on the prison council to help Watson (Fi-Te).
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Inferior Introverted Sensing [Si]: When Piper finds out that she will be going to prison, she goes out and buys books about how to get through it. She relied on what she read and the experience of those who had been in her situation before. When Piper decides to propose to Alex, she does so using a can of beans because of the story that her mother told her about her father and the corn. However, she didn’t actually have corn on hand, so she used the beans instead. Although Piper rebels against her upper class lifestyle that is focused on appearances and perfection, she also finds comfort in it and falls back on it when things with Alex get too complicated for her. She returns to old relationships because they bring her comfort.
Enneagram: I see a lot of 1, 6, 7, and 9 in Piper, and a fair amount of 4. My guess is she’s 6w7 1w9 4w3. Though, the 1w9 could easily be 9w1 because they both fit her quite well. I do feel that 1 fits her slightly better than 9 though, so I’m sticking with 614 as her tritype. As for her instinctual variant… I’d guess Sx/Sp, but I’m not really certain. That’s just my best guess.
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Quotes:
Piper: Maybe some grandma in Kansas will read an article about this and she’ll see us as people instead of criminals. And then maybe she’ll tell all her grandma friends and they’ll tell their kids… and then they’ll tell their grandkids. I mean, isn’t that how change really happens?
Piper: Look, I know how I am with a cause. I know that I’m like a dog with a bone.
Piper: I know she freaks you out. Worthy-Cause Piper. And she freaks me out, too.
Piper: If this is a real riot do you think this is a step forwards or backwards for equality? Alex: I don’t care. Let’s go.
Piper: I need your panties. Yoga Jones: What? Piper: Well, I will give you the panties, but I need you to wear them. I need your vag sweat. And mybe some, um, colorless discharge. I’m starting a business selling stinky panties to perverts. Yoga Jones: That’s the miraculous adventure? Piper: It’s easy. I give you flavor packets, and you give me something you’re, uh, you’re already giving away for free. Big Boo: And then you get to keep the money. Piper: And you are supporting a local business, keeping jobs right here at home. I’m like American Apparel, with less implied statutory rape. Yoga Jones: It’s disgusting. Piper: I understand. I too was once embarrassed and squeamish by my personal [pauses] eau de parfum. But then I thought: Why should I be ashamed? Isn’t that a part of the self-hatred that has been bred into me by the patriarchy? And are those same men that would shame me not the same men that would wear my panties on their faces, inhaling deeply? Ladies, now is the time to be bold. For when these men smell your panties, they are smelling your character. Let them smell daring and courage. Let them smell women who are unabashed and un-self-conscious. And let them say that Litchfield, Litchfield is a place where women love their bodies and have love to spare. Sisters, we may be incarcerated, but our panties will travel the world. And in that way, long after we are gone, our smell, our smell will linger in some gas station in Toronto, in some office cubicle in Tokyo. And in that way, we are known. And in that way, we are remembered. Do you want to be remembered? Big Boo: Yeah. Piper: Then sweat profusely, and fart with abandon, and make a reek. Make a reek, my sisters! Make a reek to last one thousand years!
Piper: I want somebody I can have adventures with.
Brook: Anyway… I think if you shared a bit more easily, you wouldn’t have beat up that girl – y’know? [Miss Rosa and DeMarco look on in disbelief] Piper: No, Soso. I don’t know. [shouts] No one has a fucking clue what you are talking about. Ever. [harshly] We are not friends. I am not your safety blanket. I am NOT your new Meadow. And, I definitely don’t need your advice. I am a lone wolf, Brook. And a vicious one. Don’t make me rip your throat out with my teeth.
Piper: I’m scared that I’m not myself in here… and I’m scared that I am.
Piper: Sisters, we may be incarcerated, but our panties will travel the world.
Piper: It’s like coming home after a long trip. That’s what love is like. It’s like coming home.
Piper Chapman (Orange Is the New Black): ENFP was originally published on MBTI Zone
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