#claveira

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Claveira

Ash/Mira Angst

(or frienemy before romance)

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두 사람을 한번에! 리터칭/개인사용 자유입니다.

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idk how long this ask for five things thing has been open but slap me with five things about claveira :U

I don’t just slap. I run at you, arms in spread eagle for the BIGGEST slap-

-on your back as I bring you into a huge hug.

5 Things to ask for a ship

Clash/Caveira

Clash has scars from deep cuts and callouses between her thumb and forefinger. Caveira doesn’t ask about them - she merely runs her finger around and let the bumps and dips lead the way. “My dad thought I had a talent for baseball,” Clash narrows her grip to hold Caveira’s hand, “He wanted me to move past the anger. But hell, look where that led me to.” Caveira holds her girlfriend’s chin, “It led you to me.” They kiss and Clash is more than honoured to be loved by someone who also embodied the misguided fury.

 Caveira forgets to clean off her war paint and falls asleep. Clash thought about wiping it off for her, but then she thinks it’s beneficial to instill a better habit. So she wakes up the sleeping predator despite getting yelled and scratched at. “YOU’LL RUIN YOUR SKIN, WOMAN! YOUTH DON’T WAIT FOR YOU.” This makes Caveira do a petty revenge by wiping off Clash’s purple nail polish when she’s asleep.

No other couple will raise the tension like these two when they are in argument. Volcano eruption and heated ash cloud engulfed the whole area as they exchange scream-rally. Tables flipped, cups shattered and bloody noses. If there aren’t any strongmen operators like Blackbeard and Montagne around, people walk the other way at the sight of chaos that can’t be tamed. Why they fight? Usually about Clash blocking Caveira and ruin her flank, or Caveira urging Clash to slow someone down when there are more entrances to be covered. Clash priotises defense first while Caveira says ‘offense is the best defense.’

Both of them likes the same black sports-tank top brand, so it gets confusing when they wash them together. When Clash finds out it’s too tight for her, she hurriedly takes it off before the irreversible stretch. Caveira will know she is wearing Clash’s when it feels a little too loose, but she will continue wearing it with a shirt on because her girlfriend’s scent is oddly soothing. She allows people to approach her at least an inch closer, and may even shoot a tiny grin.

When Caveira brings Clash to her home, her brothers instantly understood why they are together. Clash appears no calmer than Caveira, but there’s something that holds her composure. None of them questioned their sister’s choice. Although they are awkward and slightly reluctant to chat, the eldest lay a hand on Clash’s shoulder and says, “Thank you. That’s the happiest expression I’ve ever seen from her in years.” Caveira hears that and jumps in, “Oh I thank her. But don’t lump me as a charity case, cabesa.” Then she leaves while dragging the other woman away. 

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Inspired by ‘Put Your Head On My Shoulder’ by Paul Anka.

[Put your head on my shoulder,]

The slow tempo of melody and mellow lyric is all Caveira can think about as of now. Calm in the eye of the storm; her deadpan gazes follow traces of violence within vicinity while her and the lover sit still in the corner to recuperate. To regain some energy despite the possible danger that's imminent.

[Hold me in your arms, baby.]

Clash sings along as best as she can, but gurgle of blood interrupts her. She never had a knack for musicality nor the tendency to rely on other people, especially in front of those who she holds dear. This may be the first time for Caveira to have the ever-so adamant woman resting in her embrace, head leaning against her shoulder. Clash always pulled Caveira and tell her to relax, so it feels quite alien to have their roles swapped and she hopes it won't be the last time.

[Squeeze me oh so tight,]

"Don't sleep just yet, you bitch. We're just having a little rest and that's it."

Caveira wraps her legs around Clash when she hears more scuffles. They are taking a cover behind a pile of crates but she grips her M12 till her knuckles turn white.

[Show me that you love me too.]

"You should go. I won't have you die because of me here," Clash spits out a slob of dark red and heaves, "Don't make me see your corpse on top of mine. If you know how I feel about that, just fucking go-"

[Put your lips next to mine, dear.]

Caveira won't allow Clash to speak any further. Her kiss is hasty and quiverish, reminding them of the night they got together. Nervous, anxious and driven by adrenalin. The same emotions to relive in different circumstances.

[Won't you kiss me once, baby. Just a kiss goodnight, maybe.]

"Taina!" Clash moves her lips away in fears of coughing blood at her lover who's still healthy and very much alive. Well, Caveira doesn't give a fuck. She'd rather maintain the most intimate connection and throw logic out of window because her intuition tells her so.

[You and I will fall in love.]

"I shouldn't have asked you out that night." Caveira wipes off blur from her eyes.

"Can't resist my charm," Clash would get bashed for such cocky remark, but this time she is gently caressed.

[People say that love's a game,]

And death is the eventual prize.

[A game you just can't win.]

But one can gain valuable treasures along the way.

[If there's a way, I'll find it someday,]

"If you die tonight," Caveira has come to accept the truth that she can't evade, "I'll personally come and join you."

[And then this fool will rush in.]

"No, just-" A faint gasp and then a sigh, "I’ll kick you back." Clash can barely keep her eyes open. She uses the last bit of strength to place her palm against Caveira's still beating heart and attempts to grasp the collar, until she cease to exert anything within herself. Caveira stays motionless as if that'll help her to catch even a slightest movement from the body that was once warm, and yet she knows it will continue to cool down no matter how long she holds on. Hot-blooded temper rises and falls quickly as she surveys the surrounding, the consequences that will befall on them when the White Masks inch closer. There won't be mercy or grace. Those vermins lack a sense of human decency, respect and compassion. Caveira doesn't have high regards of herself but now that Clash has ceased to exist for her sake, she refuses to have it squandered. Taina Pereira will walk out of this place alive and Morowa Evans shall have a proper burial, unsullied. The murderers shall have their necks slit open one by one, their heads are to be put on her shoulders as insignia of rank for kill counts.

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Day 11 - Stitches

I thank @unkionu, @r6shippingdelivery and @lecielazure for the inspirations.

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Training exercise is not an option. It’s a part of the job description that aids in maintaining sharp senses during real hostile encounters, therefore all the operators are expected to uphold professional work ethics. Blackbeard is one of those who are serious about proper procedures. He believed that his colleagues would also follow a similar standard, so he felt utterly out of place when he walked in on the two scariest defending operators. Their limbs were entangled together while laying flat on a table in a room and the large projector merged their shadows in a form of a wriggling big heap. He had never seen two people making out so violently, fingers clawing into clothes, eyes shut tight as if they were walking on a thin line between pleasure and desperation. An unpinned stun grenade slipped from his grasp; the blinding bang rendered him sightless for a few seconds. When his vision returned, Caveira had her muffled pistol under his neck while Clash barricaded any other entrance to the room that they were in.

“Did you see it?” Caveira’s breath was uncomfortably close.

“Yes,” Blackbeard moved forward rather than giving her the satisfaction of domination, “And it won’t go unnoticed. This is a serious misconduct, ladies. I expected better from you.”

“Ha! Look at him talk. Bet he was a teacher’s pet.” Clash scoffed while watching her phone to check the surveillance cameras. 

“You won’t tell a soul.” The growl deepens as she pushed the muzzle further into his neck.

“What will you do? Interrogate me with rubber knife?” Blackbeard showed his own from a holster.

“No, I have a real one here,” Caveira plucked hers out and let the sharp metallic shing echo, “And I’m not afraid to use it.”

“Fine by me. You’ll get court-martialed.”

“Oh, Jenson. Get creative,” Clash hung her arm on his shoulder and leaned to assert pressure, “Don’t you guys have this phrase called ‘snitches get stitches?’”

Surrounded by the two who are capable of hazardous acts, Blackbeard couldn’t help but to feel cold sweat on his back, “It’s what gangsters do and I’m sure you won’t stoop so low.”

“Of course not. We will just be very literal about it.” The Brit clasped and shook the man, then whispered in Caveira’s ear in glee. The moment he saw a wicked grin spreading behind the skull paint was beyond unnerving.

“We won’t hurt you. Just not you.” Caveira pulled on the hem of his uniform and with swiftest motion, she made a small cut. Blackbeard anticipated a real flesh wound as she continued to cut different places on his clothes, but that’s all she did; snipping here and there that won’t ruin the integrity and function of the uniform, but inconvenient enough to appear unkempt.

“I’m guessing I’ll have to sew all these back.” He sighed at the anticlimactic punishment. 

“Do your stitches!” Clash blocked her mouth with a fist. Bet she learned such sense of humour from that darned Smoke.

“I’m not done yet,” Caveira had to have her daily fill of cruelty, “I need your hair as souvenir.” She reached out for his trademark feature, hence his codename.

“No!” Blackbeard slapped her hand away, “That’s crossing the line.”

Clash was quick to help out her darling, “Come on. Just a hair! How can we trust that you aren’t a tattletale?” She hooked under his armpits to bind.

“Just a little snip, boy.” Caveira was already too close. He’s strong enough to throw Clash off and sprint away from this whole situation, but Caveira’s hands already found its way towards his beard.

“Wait, stop-” He felt a gentle tug under his chin. It was a cautious approach from Caveira since she held a real knife, but all three of them gasped when those bountiful black hair fell effortlessly in her hands. Time flowed slowly as the curly strands descended in dramatic tempo. None of them dared to say a word at his loss, or in fact, the hidden worry that’s been bugging him for quite a while.

“Aren’t you too young to lose hair?” Caveira was blissfully blunt.

“Shh, love. Now’s not the time,” Clash releases him, “Bruv, we didn’t know.”

“It’s- it’s okay.” No it’s not.

“Is that why you’ve been under-performing? Been hell-bent on trainings?”

“You could say that.” Blackbeard didn’t feel like beating around the bush when he could sell his soul to disappear at this very moment.

“We won’t tell.” Caveira seized the opportunity, “If you don’t either.”

“Snitches get stitches.” Clash gave him a weak pat on the shoulder.

“Help me sew back my clothes and we’ll call it a done deal.” Blackbeard refused to be the only one with absolute defeat. Caveira glinted a menacing glare but soon calmed down when Clash reasoned with her.

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Day 4 - Human Shield

WARNING: GORE CONTENT.

Please don’t read if you don’t like such genre.

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Caveira was fully aware that’s a dream. Her mind is safe and sound, so she wasn’t going crazy anytime soon. She merely questioned whether she always had been this imaginative, or else this could be the subconscious that’s been somehow dormant in her mind.

See, the dream started in the lounge area where she was snatching a cigar away from Capitão. Mira then paged her to come down by her workshop, so she went while ignoring the old man’s sulk. The Research and Development area is usually well lit but it was dark this time. Hence Caveira didn’t expect the place to light up within a second she stepped in.

“You’re late! I can’t wait to show you my latest invention.” Mira was chipper than usual. That’s already an alarm bell, more so as Mira seemed to be the only one under a spotlight.

Caveira didn’t want to appear scared, and yet her steps were cautiously slow rather than brisk, “Fine. What is it?”

“Watch.” Mira unveiled a blanket and revealed Le Roc from its backside. 

“Okay? Did you show this to Touré?” 

“He’s already here!” Mira’s grin stretched way too far. 

Bitch, where? “I don’t see him.” 

“Right here, silly.” Mira tapped on the gigantic shield and it turned around. Caveira squinted and wondered if she is supposed to know what’s different about it, then her jaw dropped when she saw it. Instead of the protective screen, there’s a skin. A human skin stretched out to fit the frame, nailed in places but some bits were hanging loose as if its too thick to be punctured. There were eyes, nose, mouth, hair and most of all, the function to speak despite not having any apparent voice box or lungs.

“Bonjour.” That’s him. Gilles Touré was smiling at her just like that afternoon with a cup of mocha in his hand. Except he had no limbs and inched closer to her by scraping on the floor while standing vertically.

“Álvarez, what the fuck is this?” 

“A soldier that won’t die from bullets. A sentient shield,” Mira grabbed Caveira by her wrist with an iron grip, “Look at my other prototypes.” 

“Like hell I’m going to-” Caveira wriggled to break free but it was futile against Mira who wouldn’t budge. No matter how much she thrashed, it was only the Spaniard’s arm moving and nothing else. Mira was locked in place as if she was a broken gif with partial movement. 

“Look. Here he comes.” There was a familiar clinks and chunks behind her; there she saw 

the Flash Shield that had legs attached, fully in jeans that’s caked with blood. In fact, it was Blitz with a body that’s his Flash Shield. Head and arms were barely holding in place when he tried to reach his back for the button to unleash the bright light on his chest.

“Hey!” There was another set of metallic beats behind her, “Try interrogate me now!” Fuze came in the view. His headgear was sewed on the screen and the Matryoshka acted like spider legs that carried his body of steel plate. And that headgear wasn’t empty either. It had volume. Bits of muscles were hanging off from the neck part.

“Fucking shitty dream,” Caveira scowled, “What now? This better not be the best thing you throw at me.”

“Oh, okay.” Mira pointed towards a corner and without further ado, Clash showed up. Well, more like her CCE Shield, the clear screen that allowed Caveira to see through the intestines and bones behind it. The Brit had an enlarged head, to which her mouth engulfed the top half of the shield as if she was ready to take a big bite out of a huge ice pop. 

“Damn.” With a single remark, Caveira snapped out of the nightmare. She found herself sweaty and tense everywhere despite not feeling too phased by the visual horror, and yet seeing her lover sleeping in peace calmed down the thumps under the rib cages.

“Taina?” Clash, thankfully all in shape and human form, mumbled as she stirred in mattress, “What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing,” Caveira planted a kiss on that smooth bald head and relieved at the texture of flesh rather than glossy acrylic sheet, “Go back to sleep.” She checked the phone and it’s 3am; still too early in the morning to call Mira and see if she’s about to become a mad scientist, but a good time to sneak into the GEO dormitory and perform a simple surveillance. Caveira told herself to not get caught up by some silly imagination, but she wanted to make sure just in case.

Inspired by this picture

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OTP Songlist

I’m tagged by @mirrorworldangel :D

Well, I have a lot of ships and the songs that I listen while writing doesn’t really relate to them (hint: they are mostly sad songs or Korean.) So I’ll try to find songs within my radar that’ll fit the ships that I’m currently invested in now (the list always change for me.)

Clash/Caveira - Daisuke by El Huervo. Not really a song but rather a music. It’s from Hotline Miami the game and this music gives me the picture of Clash and Caveira sitting on the edge of a window. They are chilling while drenched in blood and cuts, but all of those who dared to hurt them are laying cold on the floor. Clash smokes sometimes and this is the time she light up a strand to flash an ember. Caveira snatches it down and fills her lover’s mouth with her own, painting their skin in blotches of red.

Sledge/Smoke - Mardy Bum by Arctic Monkeys. This is my go-to song when I think of Smoke being a mellow bastard and Sledge sometimes being fed up with his irresponsible boyfriend. 

Pulse/Thermite - Slow Dancing In a Burning Room by John Mayer. It’s them having an argument. Everything in slow motion when they throw things at each other, resulting to fisticuffs and glasses being broken around them. I can see this happening when Thermite had to go away for the Outbreak mission, which was treated as a secret back then. 

Echo/Vigil - Wait for Me by Kwang-Seok Kim (기다려줘, 김광석.) The video provides translations. Lyrics and the feels are so perfect because sometimes Vigil is distant to Echo so Echo tries his hardest to be there for Vigil while giving a space at the same time.

Doc/Lion - Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran. Purely because of the lyrics. I see them kissing to this music and reminiscing all those times they were hostile to each other, like a movie of juxtaposed scenes where we see flashes of tender love and fierce argument going back and forth.  

[Yeah I've been feeling everything, from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth. I guess that's how I know you. So I hold you close to help you give it up.]

Hibana/Dokkaebi - If It Kills Me by Jason Mraz. So! While Ubi has announced that Pulse and Hibana are officially dating, but imma add my little flavourtown and uhhhh headcannon that they aren’t dating but looking really close. The singer is from Dokkaebi point of view and fellas, it’s a happy ending for her ;)

[ If I should be so bold, I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand. I'd tell you from the start how I've longed to be your girl. But I never said a word, I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again.]

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Collection of Clash/Caveira (named Claveira by @zofia-bosak conveniently) ideas. I thank @zofia-bosak and @r6shippingdelivery for the chat we had about these two lovelies.

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Imagine Caveira/Clash when they spar. They actually fight like they gon rip each other a new one and people worry at the intensity, but as soon as they finish, they shake hands like nothing has happened. They wash up in an open bay shower and take turns in applying bandages/other first aid things (if you look close, their injuries are nothing big. just minor scratches and bruises despite the hardcore combat they did.) They banter about who did better, giggle and bark out of laughter.

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Can you imagine Caveira nagging Mira and Twitch to make Clash's gadget safer? Like she would say "Make it heavier so no one can melee that damned thing off of her hand."

Mira: The gadget is at its optimal design. 

Caveira: Make it heavier. are you doubting Morowa's physique? 

Mira: Not at all, but the fibre glass has certain density- 

Caveira: Don’t care. Make it like Touré's (Montagne’s) one. 

Mira: It's not as simple as Le Roc- 

Caveira: Make it sturdier. 

Caveira keeps on cutting Mira off and she ends up dodging a flying spanner. So Clash has to pull Caveira out of the workshop and people are glad that Clash is the only one who has the permission to carry/catch Caveira.

Caveira is like "Fucking put me down! I need to tell those bitches that they need to do a better job in giving you protections!" 

Clash replies "Who needs them when I have my best bitch to protect me?"

A little addition:

Caveira's mind flickers between "First of all, did you just call me a bitch?" and "Damn right" so she ends up saying "First of all, damn right bitch."

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I think the ship idea sparked when I did combo of Caveira and Clash. My friend was Caveira, I was Clash and when I slowed down/distracted the enemy, my friend swooped by to injure them and interrogate. Best combo wombo so Caveira makes an extra effort (threat) to the team coordinator to be on the defending phase with Clash.