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purplezebraproductions · 3 years ago

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The Alters: Chapter 2

The Alters is an original romance story I’ve been writing for the past few months. Please enjoy Chapter 2!

Sparks Fly

CW: Lots of swearing, and discussions of war.

It had been a few days since Dinn and Creed resolved to spend their time in this small part of the Infinity. As desperate as The Being had been for their work to be done quickly, it seemed it was taking much longer than they’d hoped. They’d spent most of the first day just waiting by the portal to see if anyone would show up. It was as if they couldn’t move, or breathe, and barely think. They were just anchored to their spots. And yet, nothing happened. The two ended up crashing on the couch for the first night, but after waking up with stiff necks and sore muscles, it was obvious they needed to start creating a home for themselves.

The Infinity was akin to being trapped in a windowless doorless room. Despite its size the place was barren of any life. No sounds emanated from the void. Creed, having become accustomed to the sound of the birds waking him up in the morning, and Dinn, already used to the constant sirens that plagued the city streets at all times of the day, were deeply unsettled by this discovery. Walking through the white nothingness was almost mesmerizing. They’d become so entranced with the way in front of them that when they’d catch a glimpse of the other in their peripheral vision it would only make them jump.

Dinn had decided to start setting up structures he knew they needed all at once. Not only beds, or toilets, or fridges, but creating bedrooms, restrooms, and a kitchen. Creed worked a bit more slowly. He created singular objects as they came to him. Being guided by Dinn’s walls and partitions that separated the rooms he would tuck in objects wherever there was space. From important objects such as stoves, and showers, to small amenities like potted plants, and books.

Creed seemed insistent on getting rid of the complete lack of smell that surrounded them. Yet, the plants, the candles, even the trash they would accrue would never have an odor. Dinn couldn’t understand where this obsession came from, but Creed seemed adamant in adding what seemed almost impossible.

Despite this, after a few days the two men found themselves occupying a somewhat livable though barren space. They had both important furniture that allowed them to feel somewhat normal, as well as some decorations that gave them comfort. And though they felt anything but normal, they were content to know they could just relax for a while until someone else showed up.

However, in spite of all of their progress Dinn was becoming rather irritated with Creed. Creed had not spoken a single word to him since that first day, and he would barely look at him. Dinn knew that his presence wasn’t something Creed was expecting, nor was it something he expected Creed to immediately enjoy; but now that they’re stuck in a world with no life and no sound, the silence from the only other living creature was not only deafening, it was maddening. How could Dinn possibly make up for past grievances if Creed wasn’t even willing to talk to him? Was he just supposed to talk to a wall and expect it to understand?

This wasn’t how he expected his time in the Infinity to start, and it was exceedingly frustrating.

Dinn caught sight of Creed once again heading out into the exposed area of the Infinity. The area they had claimed as their temporary home was only a fraction of what this piece of the Infinity had to offer. Just outside one of the back doors laid the huge expanse of white that enveloped the area. Creed was currently standing just outside their home, seemingly enjoying the view of the few blank trees that he’d set up there. He’d really rather look at bland white forms of trees than Dinn? He’d rather spend time with barren objects than Dinn?

Dinn’s frustration was slowly becoming anger, and without a steadying thought, he too stepped out into the expanse and walked right up behind Creed.

“Enjoying the view?”

Creed jumped in his spot turning around quickly to meet Dinn’s gaze. He clearly wasn’t expecting Dinn to leave the makeshift home, let alone break the tense silence that enveloped the Infinity. With a steadying breath Creed’s look of shock settled back to a neutral look and he turned back away to his beloved trees.

“Really?”

Dinn gaped, taking a few large steps around Creed to stand in front of him. Did he really just turn his back on him without uttering a single word?

“That’s all you’ve got to say? Nothing?”

Dinn challenged. Creed’s face was a mix of shock and confusion, as if it wasn’t obvious that he’d been avoiding Dinn for the past few days despite everything that happened. Or rather, had he not expected him to say anything about it? Dinn had been quiet and reserved when he was in Creed’s home because the place was unfamiliar to him, but this wasn’t Creed or Dinn’s home. This was a place neither of them knew and so they were once again on the same playing field.

Creed gaped for a moment, but once again shut his mouth and retained his neutral look. This only angered Dinn further.

“Are we going to talk or not?!”

He shouted, his voice echoing in the barren wasteland.

“Oh, so now you want to talk?”

It had been the first words Creed had spoken in a while, and they were laced with venom beyond his years.

“What changed?”

Despite his chiding remarks Creed’s face still held the same neutral look. Dinn didn’t like this. He didn’t like how Creed was able to remain so calm, it made him feel like the crazy one. The ex who couldn’t handle the thought of the other moving on. But that wasn’t him, that wasn’t them.

“Quit acting like a child Creed! If we ever wanted to fix anything we have to talk to each other! Both of us, not just one!”

Dinn spat back. Creed chuckled, his face utterly bemused.

“Excuse me? I’m a child? And what exactly do you mean by we?”

Dinn couldn’t stand the laughing. What was so funny about their situation?

“How is the silent treatment not childish?!”

He shouted.

“And yes WE! I don’t see anyone else trying to fix a relationship in this Hell hole!”

At that remark Creed’s chuckles became full on laughter. He was now almost doubled over holding his sides as he roared with laughter.

“Who said I wanted to fix this relationship?”

This made Dinn pause.

“What are you saying?”

“Dinn, you’re the one who showed up at my doorstep. You’re the one who came back into my life asking to talk, and ever since then you’re the one who’s said nothing. I was content living my life alone for the longest time. I didn’t go searching for you. I didn’t ask about you. I didn’t even want to know about you. What makes you think me allowing you into my home to explain yourself was me wanting to fix a relationship that ended five years ago?! If anything, Dinn, you’re the one giving me the silent treatment.”

Creed said all this while still lightly chuckling to himself.

Dinn will admit, he had taken Creed letting him into his home as a sign that he too wanted to repair their damaged relationship. That maybe he too had been feeling that old familiar pull towards each other, but just didn’t have the courage to seek Dinn out. He’d assumed that Creed was just as willing to talk things out and let bygones be bygones.

And yet, here he stood, laughing at Dinn, mocking him with the idea that reconciliation was on the table for both of them. Was Creed expecting Dinn to grovel and beg for forgiveness? For what? Being a human that makes mistakes? He couldn’t possibly understand what Dinn’s life had been for the past five years! How dare he assume otherwise!

Dinn could feel a sudden buzzing in his ears, rising to his scalp.

“So what, letting me into your home was all in an effort to placate me?!”

Creed straightened a bit, his laughter falling away, and his tone becoming a bit more serious. He was careful to notice the way Dinn bristled with his words.

“No Dinn, I have no reason to placate you. I have no reason to string you along. You came to me, telling me that you wanted to talk about what happened all those years ago, and yet I’ve been met with nothing but silence. In a way, it almost feels like you’re the one keeping me around.”

Now it was Dinn’s turn to laugh. With a loud chuckle he threw his hands into the air completely frustrated at what he’s hearing. That odd feeling now growing.

“So, what you’re saying is, you felt like you had no part in what happened all those years ago?”

Creed’s serious look morphed from shock to an irritated confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“You only expected me to talk? So what, you consider yourself some innocent victim who played no part in the destruction of our relationship?”

Dinn was getting heated. He could feel his body slowly pulsing with energy.

“Well, for a lack of a better word, fuck yes! I’m sorry, but I’m not the one who walked out on the other for no fucking reason!”

Creed spat, now he was angry too, just as Dinn wanted. Two fools fighting in a world where no one could see or hear them. And arguing is where Dinn’s anger thrived.

“Oh, so now you’re going to use the abandonment excuse again?!”

Creed looked utterly bewildered at Dinn’s words.

“Excuse?! It’s what you did! You abandoned me! You did so several times, and for some fucking reason I was always dumb enough to let you back in!”

“I can’t believe this.”

Dinn said suddenly exasperated, the beginnings of small sparks forming on his fingertips.

“Did you think I was talking about you when I mentioned those ‘innocent lives’ we would be protecting by staying in this shithole?”

Dinn was almost chuckling to himself now. The thought that someone who participated in a war to end all wars was somehow just another innocent was laughable to him. The sheer audacity! If Creed believed this, he certainly must be delusional. Creed shook his head.

“Of course I don’t, but we’re not talking about the war or this place. We’re talking about the bullshit that went down between us.”

Creed said reverting back to a frustrated calm. The way he could turn off his anger so easily irritated Dinn to no end. How could he have such a command over his emotions at a time like this?

“Well then, if we’re going to talk about abandonment then maybe we can talk about how you abandoned the other surviving soldiers! How come they haven’t heard from you in years!”

Dinn shot back. Truthfully, he hadn’t talked to the other survivors very much in the past few years, but he somehow had a small inkling that neither had Creed. Creed stiffened.

“I did as much as I could for my fellow soldiers. During and after the war! I’m sorry that I couldn’t be like the others! That I couldn’t be some morale booster during the tough times or some excitable child during the good times!”

And there was the anger bubbling up again. At the mention of the other survivors Creed’s attitude became dark. There was something else behind that angry shaking voice, but Dinn couldn’t pinpoint it, and at the moment he didn’t care. As the sparks danced upon his skin, Dinn responded.

“Oh, so you were just another piece of furniture who couldn’t get your head out of your own bullshit to corral other survivors?! Well then, maybe you were the one who deserved to die!”

The silence that fell was a weight almost too heavy to handle. It was almost like Dinn’s words were still echoing into the void, repeating again and again infinitely. Creed’s face had broke, but Dinn couldn’t tell his expression. His mouth gaped like a fish and his eyes darted back and forth, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, after a while he turned deftly on his heel and walked back into their makeshift home.

Dinn was left standing in the open, still on the brink of letting the force of his magic crumble the world around him. He swung his arms back and forth as if he was trying to hit something. The sparks that danced upon his skin ignited, sending small shockwaves out into the ether.

He was lost, could only see what was just in front of him. Because of that he didn’t see where they had gone wrong, where Dinn’s many failures created this hatred, this dismissal of him from Creed’s life. Likewise, he didn’t understand what was going through Creed’s mind. They’d been apart for a lot longer than he originally thought, and he couldn’t fathom why he was here now.

But as Dinn sat down to ponder his life choices, he began to hear his words echoed back to him. Words that he realized were said from malice and shame. Words that were directly targeted to break an individual, not to hash out any issues. And as he sat there, his internal temperature cooling and allowing him to realize the severity of his actions, he began to panic.

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His heels echoed through the quiet halls of white. Cautiously he made his way through the winding tunnels, not sure where he’d end up. Every wall was the same, every step sounded just like the last. He’d never seen a place so barren of personality or love. How could this possibly be the place he was directed to by some higher power? He couldn’t believe it.

Just as he was about to turn back, he heard it. A faint whimpering somewhere in the distance. Somewhere through these white walls there was someone else and they sounded distressed. Gradually he picked up the pace, listening closely to the soft cries he heard and creeping around each corner. He swore he was getting closer as the cries grew steadily. At one point he felt like he was walking in circles. The cries neither faded nor intensified despite his constant movement.

He started to realize that he was indeed circling a room, he just didn’t know where the door was. Gingerly he ran his hands over the plain white walls all around him. It felt like an eternity before he felt a wall give to his gentle prodding.

Easing the wall open he found a small room, just as plain as the last dozen, but not exactly empty. The walls were decorated with picture frames with no pictures and lined with blank plants that grew tall. Small tables were scattered carelessly about with candles, vases, lamps, and plants placed carefully on each one. And in the center of the room was a couch where the crying individual currently sat. Holding his pale hands over his red face and still crying softly into his palms. He was turned away from the door and his long multicolored hair covered him up like a curtain of shame.

He stepped into the room cautiously, eyeing this poor pitiful figure.

“I don’t understand.”

He paused at the voice that came from the figure. It was so quiet, lost in its own sorrow.

“Why did you come back? Why didn’t you just stay the fuck away from me like you always did?”

He could tell the figure was angry, but it was a deep wet anger that was overshadowed by an unrelenting sadness. A sorrow that must’ve come from years of neglect that he was never able to face. Surely.

He stepped a bit closer and that’s when he finally noticed.

The man sitting before him sobbing quietly into his hands, all but losing control of his emotions, was Creed. Those small antlers, or horns, he never was really sure, were indistinguishable from the ones he once knew. Those markings etched across his face. There was no doubt that this was Creed, but what made it so off-putting was that he reminded him so much of his Creed. His Creed who he spent so long next to, devoted to. The person he loved to no end. Was he really sitting in front of him right now? How could it be?

“Did you comeback to redirect your anger at me? Do I deserve that?! Am I just a being for your vitriol?!”

Those words, the way he just spat them out with such anger. Who had hurt him to the point of such an unyielding misery? Who dared hurt his Creed?!

“Answer me dammit--!”

Creed’s head finally whipped around with such a force that swung most of his hair to his far shoulder. His face was stained with tears, his eye puffy and red, but his look was angry. But at finally turning to the person who stood before him, his look morphed to a sudden shock that racked his whole body. The candles that adorned them all sprung to life with purple flame. Creed stumbled to his feet backing away from the tall figure, knocking over one of the lamps on the side table just to his right. It crashed to the floor with such a loud sound, but it succeeded in holding no one’s attention. Instead, the two men stared back at each other.

“Who are you?”

Creed said, his gaze a mixture of fear and surprise. The other man could only stare back with a somber expression. All he saw was a man who had spent the last few moments crying over some bastard who sought to hurt him. He couldn’t stand to see his Creed unhappy, and this was almost too much for his heart to handle.

He resolved that he would be the one to make Creed happy again.

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Dinn still sat in the open expanse of the Infinity, steadily picking at blank white blades of grass as they grew to his will. It hadn’t sunk in what had just happened, what he’d just done. Probably because when his anger takes over, it’s almost like he blacks out. He struggles to remember what he said let alone that he ever said anything at all. This was a huge problem for him back when he was a soldier. He’d only been a somewhat higher rank than some of the other soldiers, so he always had to be careful about how angry he got around his superiors. Let alone his underlings that weren’t willing to put up with his bullshit on a personal level.

Perhaps now it would be just a tad bit easier to remember what he’d said, considering the only other person in this dimension at the moment was Creed. He knew the grievances he had with his ex, so he could hazard a guess what the conversation was about. That awful silent treatment.

However, now that he sat there, alone with his thoughts, he started to realize something. Creed hadn’t been speaking to him at all for the past few days, but Dinn hadn’t been talking to him either. When faced with what he believed was a complete dismissal he chose to fester in his anger for days. The moment he finally chose to break that silence, he came in like a raging storm. His words had to be harsh. He could hear himself yelling, screaming even, but he just couldn’t make out the words.

He needed to remember those words. Or at least a few.

There was something that he said that set Creed off. Something he said that was the final straw that made Creed turn away from him in that last moment. But what was it?

Creed wasn’t one to let his emotions control him, he was a calm individual.

Level-headed as far as he could remember. So, what had he done that broke that barrier?

Straining himself to remember even a modicum of the conversation, he recalled a few small snippets.

You’re a child!

Or something along those lines. How ironic, considering Dinn was the one who sulked around his ex’s house trying to gain his pity. Is that really how low he’d sunk? It had taken him so long to conclude that he wanted to see Creed again; that he wanted to know Creed again. And yet, the moment he got there he just froze up. Didn’t Creed deserve something, at the very least?

You’re not innocent!

What the fuck was this about? Innocent? Which soldier on either side could honestly say they are innocent and not immediately be struck down by some holy judgement for lying straight through their teeth? Innocent of what exactly? Dinn wasn’t an innocent man, and neither was Creed! At least, when it came to the war.

What else is there? What else could he possibly be innocent of? Dinn couldn’t conjure any answers for that argument. As far as he was aware that part of the conversation was unimportant.

You deserve to die!

Well, yes that is an awful thing to say, but it wasn’t something that would break Creed. Creed had asked the question himself, what if they do deserve to die? Not just him and Dinn, but everyone in the broken altered worlds. Why lose sleep over things that were not meant to exist?

But, as much as Dinn racked his brain, he couldn’t recall any other words he said. So those must’ve been the last words he said to Creed before he turned away once again. Before he left Dinn to his own devices in the open expanse of the Infinity. That wasn’t nearly enough of a blow, and Creed certainly wasn’t that sensitive! Was he?

No, he must be remembering wrong.

You deserve to die!

What was that he said? How badly did he hurt Creed?

You deserve to die!

The listless Creed who had honestly considered death the moment he was told to save the world would not hate Dinn for suggesting the same. He was sure of it!

You were the one who deserved to die!

Dinn nearly doubled over, his mouth filling with bile as he finally recognized the words he said as they rushed back to him. A sudden storm cloud forming all around him had shocked his senses back to life. He couldn’t, he couldn’t possibly have said that to Creed. His Creed! How dare he use that memory!

The memory of Donyun.

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morningfears · 5 years ago

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Like Hell

Rating: PG-13 (Mentions of blood, Hell, Heaven, other religious themes)

Summary: omg okay so your writing absolutely kills me so for the blurbs list, i was wondering if you could do something for Demon!Cal (my weakness) with numbers 12 and 25? like maybe the reader is human & she knows about what he is and there's some intense shit going on in Hell, like maybe Cal's given some kind of ultimatum in regards of his relationship with her if that makes sense kjdnfjkd thank you cat!! love your writing omg for @cakesunflower

Word Count: 3.3k (this was supposed to be a drabble🤷🏻‍♀️)

Calum had never been the kind of being who was easily unnerved. He was one of the most, if not the most, unflappable beings that Hell had ever produced and that was a fact that he took pride in. He’d mastered the art of stoicism, had learned to control even the more basic feelings of anger and his natural impulsive nature, and on the surface, could seem almost mild-mannered or even meek compared to his more boisterous brothers and sisters.

He had never taken joy in inflicting pain, had never taken pride in losing his temper, and had never gone out of his way to trick a human — or other being — when sealing a deal. When compared with those around him, Calum almost seemed bored. He seemed like was going through the motions, living a life that he’d been predestined for, all the while waiting for something bigger than himself.

And maybe he was.

When he had a moment of solitude to think about it, Calum wondered if that had been the case all along. He wondered if he’d been bored in Hell, waiting for something interesting to break the monotony of blood-curdling screams and cliche fire and brimstone. He wondered if he’d been placed there by mistake, if his soul hadn’t been meant to go somewhere else — anywhere else —, but those thoughts were only fleeting. After all, he’d made a deal and a contract signed in blood is more binding than he ever could have realized.

He always imagined that he would be forced to live a life of monotony, a life that he almost hated, in the worst place he could imagine. He spent a little more than a thousand years splitting his time between his home in Hell and wandering the earth, searching for the most vulnerable souls to steal with the promise of the fulfillment of their wildest dreams. But that all changed the moment he met her.

The moment Calum met her, he knew that there was something about her that would change him for eternity.

She was marked, her soul shining bright as a warning for those like him who dared to approach her, and Calum had had to look away because staring at her was like looking into the sun. She was human, almost annoyingly so, but the mark of Heaven that radiated from her told Calum all that he needed to know; someone (her mother, he later found out) had relinquished her soul to an angel.

Calum knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wasn’t meant to approach her, that he would’ve been better off steering clear of her altogether, but she’d smiled at him, her lips curving softly and her eyes brightening as she caught sight of the novel in his hand, and he’d been so unnerved that he couldn’t do anything but take the seat she offered him.

“I love that book,” she told him, her voice a soft whisper that floated in the cool breeze outside the quaint cafe, as she pointed to the book clutched in his left hand. “I volunteer at a food pantry and the director recommended it. It was enlightening.”

Calum had never been struck silent. He was often purposefully quiet, he often used his silence to his advantage, but he found himself desperately wanting to respond to her comment only for his extensive vocabulary to fail him. The witty words that sometimes escaped him without a second thought were nowhere to be found as he simply stared at her, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw clenched. His skin felt as if it were on fire, his heart beat just a little too fast, and his palms grew sweaty against the slick paperback cover as he watched her smile at him.

Whether she found him off-putting or not, he hadn’t known. She simply smiled at him, bright and pretty, before she turned her attention back to her own book. She kept her headphones, the bright green ones that Calum would soon come to know just as well as the bright white glow of her soul, on the table and that struck Calum harder than it probably should have.

He hadn’t meant to linger that day, hadn’t intended to stay in the cafe longer than the amount of time it took to get a cup of coffee, but he’d stayed as long as she had and, without really noticing, made it a habit to stop by around the same time every day in hopes of seeing her again.

He knew from the very beginning that he shouldn’t fall for her, that there was never a possibility of them having a happy ending, but rationality didn’t seem to work where she was concerned. Instead, the harder he tried to fight it, the more in love with her he fell.

She knew what Calum was the moment he sat down at her table. Just as he had been able to see the bright white glow of her soul, she had been able to see the inky black of his. Just as it pained him to stare at her for too long, it hurt her heart to feel the negative energy that he and all others of his kind radiated. Despite this, or maybe because of it, she never entertained the thought of letting him go. She knew, just as he had, the moment that their eyes met, they were meant to be.

Even if the universe — and the respective owners of their souls — didn’t agree.

Calum was relatively free to move about the earth as he saw fit. He could come and go as he pleased, leaving his spot in Hell empty as long as he desired. As long as he collected the signatures of souls he was assigned, no one really paid much attention to what he was up to. Calum was always the one that the man in charge needn’t worry about. He was reclusive, yes, but he did his job and he did it well.

But then the rumors started to swirl.

Whispers about Calum’s relationship with a soul belonging to heaven began with those he was closest to. If it had been about him trying to win her over, bring her to the dark side, those whispers would have ended almost immediately. However, when the whispers continued with the fact that Calum wasn’t trying to win her over, that he was simply in love with her, they gained enough traction to reach those who wished to see Calum fall.

A demon falling in love was one thing. A demon falling in love with someone destined to be an angel? There was no way in Hell.

Calum walked down the hallway, the heavy thud of his boots echoing around him, and let his thoughts wander to the night he’d been dragged from his home to the depths of Hell, literally. He’d been questioned endlessly, asked what in Satan’s name he thought he was doing falling in love (such a dirty word in Hell) with a girl who was to fight him in the Final Battle. They weren’t afraid of Heaven, not at all, but demons and angels (even those who had yet to ascend) steered clear of one another; that was the one rule no one bothered to break.

He remembered the stench of brimstone, the screams of prisoners that surrounded him, and the laughter of the demons who longed to see him suffer. He hadn’t feared for himself that night, not in the slightest, but a sliver of terror stabbed at the back of his mind as he imagined what harm might come to her from the angels. He knew that beneath the cherubic faces and the bright white light that partially hid them from his view lurked a fury and a brutality that demons would never know.

Her soul was destined for Heaven but now that he’d tainted her, the afterlife would be anything but pleasant.

Calum’s usual calm was replaced by a flurry of butterflies as he descended the stairs into Azazel’s chambers. The idea of descending into a pit of forbidden knowledge did not bode well with him, nor did the knowledge that his most vicious brothers awaited him. Something felt wrong, even for the center of all that was wrong with the world, and Calum wanted to turn and run. He wanted to avoid his fate, wanted to live a life of solitude with her and pretend that nothing bad could ever touch them, but a sharp tug in his chest pulled him deeper into the pits of Hell.

This was where he truly belonged, whether he liked it or not.

“Brother,” Michael cried as Calum entered Azazel’s chambers, “how nice of you to tear yourself away from the angel and join us. I take it Heaven is as pleasing as they say.”

“Now, now,” Ashton chided, a wicked grin on his lips as he clapped Calum on the shoulder. His black eyes sparkled in the dim torchlight and Calum had to fight every instinct not to flinch away as he glanced at him. “She’s still just a human,” Ashton reminded Michael with a shake of his head. “That doesn’t mean your valiant efforts to corrupt her soul aren’t recognized, though, brother.”

Calum bit back a retort as he settled into a plush leather chair opposite Luke. He kept his eyes on the door, waiting for Azazel to enter, and wished for the meeting to be over with so that he could return to the apartment that he shared with her and go back to sleep. He wanted a human normalcy, craved it more than he ever imagined he would, and he could feel it slipping from his fingers the longer Azazel kept them waiting.

“How nice of you all to join me,” Azazel bellowed as he finally stepped into the room, fifteen agonizing minutes after Calum had arrived. He wanted to roll his eyes at Azazel’s characteristically boisterous appearance, wanted to get up and leave and never look back, but he kept himself rooted to the spot as he watched Azazel sink into a chair at the head of the table. “You all know I love a good chat but today is strictly about business. You,” he began, looking squarely at Calum as he folded his hands on the black marble table top, “it’s time for you to let the angel go.”

“She’s not an angel,” Calum reminded him, his tone exasperated as he lost the battle against rolling his eyes. “She’s human. And while it’s frowned upon to be with a human, there is nothing expressly forbidding it.”

“Cut the bullshit,” Azazel snapped as he slammed his hand against the table, surprising the four demons surrounding him. Azazel, for all his flamboyance, had never seemed so truly angry. He had never really snapped; he’d only ever been mischievous, a little annoying, but Calum could feel the fury rolling off him in waves as he stared Calum down. “She belongs to Heaven. Her soul is marked and you’ve known it the entire time. It’s time to let her go.”

Calum knew that he shouldn’t fight, he knew that this was his argument to lose, but he couldn’t stop himself. The words poured from his lips before he could really register them as he asked, “Why now? We’ve been together for nearly three years. What makes today so fucking special?”

“The War has begun!”

The room fell silent at Azazel’s declaration. Ashton, who had been whispering conspiratorially with Michael, lifted his head so quickly that Calum feared he might’ve injured himself had he been human. Luke, who’d looked uncomfortable from the start, paled visibly as Azazel’s words echoed around the room. Michael, always annoying and smug, blanched and looked as if he might throw up and Calum really couldn’t blame him.

He knew that it was a a prophecy, knew that the end of days was to come, but he hadn’t counted on it happening so soon. The War had come and with it came a call for soldiers; it was time for her soul to ascend to Heaven and there was nothing Calum could do to stop it.

“Michael sent word this morning. The War has begun and I could say that you have a choice, Calum,” Azazel continued after taking a moment to breathe, “but you don’t. Let the angel go. Someone will be coming to collect her soul soon. You know what will happen if an archangel catches you with her and you know what will happen if you attempt to run; you have no choice, Calum. Let her go and return to Hell immediately.”

Calum didn’t stay to hear the rest of Azazel’s speech.

Upon hearing that the War had begun and that her soul would be collected sooner rather than later, Calum knew that he needed to get back to her. Their time together was limited, beyond anything he had even imagined, and he wanted to make the most of his last moments with her. Azazel was right, he knew that, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to prolong the inevitable as long as he could.

When Calum returned to their apartment, he found her in the kitchen with a coffee cup in hand. Her eyebrows furrowed as she scrolled through her phone, no doubt reading the news that she’d missed during the night, and his heart ached as he watched her for a moment. He knew that mornings like this would never happen again, that there was no way for him to roll out of bed and cook breakfast with her while they discussed her strange dreams, and it broke his heart to see her standing there in nothing but his t-shirt.

It hurt like hell to know that the fantasy he’d built had started to crumble but it hurt even worse to know that she’d soon be entrenched in a battle that he’d promised her wouldn’t come for another few millennia.

Calum couldn’t help himself. He moved swiftly around the kitchen island, knocking his hip into the sharp edge but barely registering the searing pain as he cupped her cheeks in his hands and crashed his lips to hers. The kiss was frenzied for a moment, panicked and desperate, as she struggled to keep from dropping the coffee cup to the floor. She knew that the liquid wouldn’t burn him, she knew that it took more than a cup of lukewarm coffee to hurt him, but she still cared enough to try to keep him from harm and that made Calum’s chest tighten painfully as he pulled away from her.

“You’ve never kissed me like that before,” she whispered against his lips as he rested his forehead against hers. She knew that he’d been called to Hell, knew that something must’ve happened with the others that put him on edge, but it was so rare for him to get this way. It was rare for anything to ruffle Calum and she couldn’t help but ask, “What do you need from me?”

“Just for today,” Calum began, his voice quiet as he met her eyes and held her gaze, “I want to pretend that we’re normal. I want to pretend that Hell isn’t real and Heaven doesn’t have a claim to your soul. I want to pretend that the world doesn’t hang in the balance and that the future isn’t a fiery vision of brimstone and bloodshed. I just want to spend today loving you.”

Calum didn’t speak of bloodshed and carnage often, he wanted to avoid upsetting her, so she knew that the mention of the disturbing meant that he was truly ruffled by whatever had transpired in Hell. Instead of questioning him further, she simply nodded and pressed another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I need to go get groceries,” she informed him with a soft smile. “We can stop and get breakfast, if you want. Maybe we could run by the cafe?”

“And then the bookstore?” Calum asked, a small smile of his own threatening to quirk his lips.

“And then the bookstore,” she agreed with a nod. “Let me go get dressed. I’ll be right back.”

Calum watched, a bit of the weight lifting from his heart, as she rushed out of the kitchen to change. In less than five minutes, far less time than she normally would’ve taken, she returned dressed in a pair of jeans and one of his sweatshirts. He kissed her again, this time with all the love he’d ever felt for her threatening to spill into the kiss and keep them locked in an embrace for the rest of the evening, before he let her guide them out of their apartment and toward the cafe they met at.

The streets were unusually quiet, Calum would later recall. There were only a few pedestrians milling about and even fewer cars. A dark cloud loomed in the sky and Calum could have sworn he heard the distant thundering of trumpets. He tried not to think about it, tried not to let any of it get to him as he focused solely on the sound of her voice as she told him about her latest dream, but the crack of thunder and the shaking of the ground beneath their feet told him that this was it; their time was up.

With the cafe just out of their reach, they soon found their path blocked by a tall figure that seemed to be bathed in golden light. Calum felt the sear of heavenly fire against his skin, warning him not to step too close, as he turned his head away from Raziel, The angel he’d once imagined meeting was now his most dreaded sight.

Raziel had come to take her to Heaven.

They’d both know that this day was coming but Calum could see the surprise on her face as she realized what was happening. As the golden light of Raziel began to consume her, she reached out to him. Calum’s hand stung where her skin brushed his and trying to hold onto her was like trying to catch water in his hands. He watched her continue to burn brighter and brighter, Heaven’s shimmering light nearly blinding him, as he listened to her call out for him. His name was the only thing she could utter, the word falling from her lips like a prayer. But as hard as they both tried, the end had come.

The golden light that surrounded Raziel swallowed her entirely and seared Calum’s hand so badly that he finally flinched and brought the wounded limb to cradle it against his chest. He knew that this wouldn’t be the only scar heavenly fire would leave him with but he also knew that this one would hurt the most. As Raziel’s light flared and burst, shattering into a glittering confetti that scorched the sidewalk around him and burned his skin wherever it touched, Calum swore he could still hear her voice calling his name.

When the light faded, when the fire ceased to burn and his hand stopped bleeding, Calum lifted his head to find that he was utterly alone. The passersby had disappeared, likely only temporarily as angels didn’t enjoy taking their souls in broad daylight with witnesses, and so had she.

She was always Heaven’s to claim. Calum had known that from the very beginning. But watching her be pulled from his grasp had hurt like Hell and Calum was determined to do everything in his power to get her back.

By the angel, he wouldn’t stop until he had her in his arms once more.

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Author’s Note: I changed it up just a tiny bit because angels and demons and drama. And, also. Like. My writing is absolutely nothing compared to Summer’s (the person who requested this; like, I’m lowkey embarrassed that anyone good reads my stuff lol) so if you haven’t read her writing, a) where have you been and b) go check out her stuff. Anyway. Did anyone catch the Mortal Instruments references? I’ve been vvv into angels and demons lately. I think it’s partly because of Mortal Instruments, partly because I’m delving into religion for my thesis. I don’t know. Anyway, I haven’t written anything in a while and I’m a bit rusty so just give me a minute to get back into it. My prospectus is finished, my conference paper is submitted; I’m golden for a little bit. I promise I’ll get MF3 up at some point. I just didn’t want to jump into it without being able to dedicate time to it, you know? Anyway. Have some demon!Cal. I’m gonna go do a face mask and watch Shadowhunters because what else would I be doing (homework, is what I should be doing)?

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robinskey · 5 years ago

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Robin’s Confession (Steve x Reader)

Request: hey!! could you make steve x fem!reader where robin has a crush on steve’s girlfriend(reader) and robin gets drunk and tells steve this ! tyyy

A/N: Thanks for requesting, anon! I LOVE Robin, so this was a blast to write. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking (legal drinking age in the US is 21)

Taking Robin with you to a house party was a truly terrible idea.

You’d told Steve this multiple times. Robin was only a year younger than you and your boyfriend, sure. But in terms of experience with alcohol, she was lightyears behind you. Until recently, Steve had been known as the “Keg King” of Hawkins High, and though you weren’t as interested in drinking, you’d been to your fair share of parties with Steve.

Robin, on the other hand, had never attended a party in her life. (Unless you count the annual Band Bash hosted by the mother of Gregory Allen, the star tuba player.) Sure, Robin had sampled some watered-down wine on special occasions, and she’d even managed to sneak a few sips of her father’s beer once at a particularly chaotic family reunion. Other than that, though, she’d never built up a tolerance to alcohol, unlike most Hawkins teenagers. Since there wasn’t much else for kids to do in the small town, drinking was more of a hobby than anything else; if you walked around without a red Solo cup, it wouldn’t be long before someone shoved one into your hand.

You didn’t want to expose Robin to that sort of environment. In many ways, Robin was more mature than you and Steve would ever be. However, you two had graduated, and she still had a year left of high school. You saw her like the little sister you’d never had-someone you needed to protect.

To Steve, though, Robin was his best friend. He wanted to hang out with her-outside of work, that is. He saw her nearly every day, but with her still in school and Steve working full-time, they rarely had a chance to see each other. Besides, Robin was always asking about you. Steve figured a party would be a great chance for all three of you to catch up.

One night, the two of you were cuddled up on his sofa, watching a movie together. Suddenly, Steve looked at you with his big, sad puppy dog eyes.

Before he even opened his mouth, you knew what this was about. One of your friends, Jennie, had just gotten engaged. She wanted to celebrate in the way any rambunctious, slightly-redneck nineteen-year-old would: by throwing a raging house party while her new fiancee’s parents were out of town.

“Fine,” you had huffed. “But please, please watch her, okay? Make sure she doesn’t drink too much before she even realizes what’s about to hit her.”

“You’re the best, baby,” Steve had said, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he hopped off the couch.

“Where are you going?” you called as he wandered into the kitchen.

“To call Robin,” he answered, “and tell her the good news.”

That’s how, a few days later, you find yourself in Jennie Hayfield’s boyfriend’s basement. You’re sitting between a somewhat-sober Steve and a definitely-inebriated Robin, whose head was laying in your lap. Steve sits a few inches away from you, just far enough so that his thigh doesn't accidentally brush yours. Usually, Steve would be the one you were holding. However, you’re not exactly pleased with your boyfriend right now; somehow, in the ten minutes you’d left him alone with Robin, she’d managed to down three shots of vodka.

So much for Steve being a “damn good babysitter.”

“You guys are my best friends in the whole wide world. I love you both so very much,” Robin is saying, her words slurring together. She gazes at you with glazed-over blue eyes and reaches up to boop your nose. “Especially you, Y/N.” Robin’s voice drops to a stage whisper as she adds, “Don’t tell Steve, but you’re my favorite,” then bursts into a fit of giggles.

“What are we going to do, Steve? Robin’s curfew is in an hour, and if we drop her off at her house like this, her parents will never let us hang out with her again.”

“Don’t worry.” The stage whisper is back. “I can be very discreet. They won’t even know anything’s up.”

“This is your fault, you know,” you say pointedly to Steve. “I knew this was a bad idea, but you insisted you could take care of her.” You finally break the unspoken no-contact rule to jab him in the chest.

“Hey, don’t blame this all on me,” he spit back. “You’re the one who left-”

“Mom, Dad, don’t fight,” Robin interrupts. She reaches up to touch your face again, this time patting your cheek in what she must believe is a soothing manner. “Don’t worry about me, Y/N. I’m a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself.”

“I know, babe, but I don’t think your real parents will see it that way,” you say, gently pushing her back up into a seated position.

You’re too busy being annoyed by your man-child of a boyfriend to notice how her cheeks turn pink as you call her “babe”. She huffs in protest as you slip off the sofa and onto your feet. Robin crosses her arms over her chest like a toddler preparing to throw a tantrum, which doesn’t help her “grown-ass woman” case.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks. Robin lays her head on his shoulder.

“To get her some water,” you say. “That is, of course, if I can trust you to actually keep an eye on her this time.”

“I kept an eye on-”

“Shh.” Robin muffles the rest of Steve’s statement by smashing her hand against his mouth.

“Thanks, Robin,” you say, then point your finger at Steve. “No more alcohol. For her or for you.”

“None for me?” Steve cries indignantly. “What did I do to deserve that?”

The words are barely out of his mouth before he regrets them. He’s never seen such fire in your eyes.

“Yeah, okay, sorry. No more alcohol.”

Robin and Steve both watch you walk up the steps. Even when you’re angry like this, Steve can’t help noticing how gorgeous you are-how those jeans fit every curve of your body just right.

Little does he know that he’s not the only one noticing that.

“Stevie, I have a question,” Robin hums, sitting up straight again.

“Okay…” Steve draws out the word. In the last half hour, Robin’s asked about everything from the plural of the word “octopus” to what he thinks happens when we die. Thus, Steve has no idea what is about to come out of her mouth.

“If Y/N dumps you, can I ask her out?”

Yeah, he certainly wasn’t expecting that.

Steve sits there in stunned silence for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts. Finally, he musters: “You’re joking, right?”

“Does this look like face of someone who’s joking?” she asks, scrunching her features together. “Besides, it’s just a hyp-o-thet-i-cal, Harrington.”

“I don’t really like this hypothetical, Robin.”

“Okay, fine. Different hypothetical: Let’s just say you...die in a tragic car accident. Would you, like, haunt me if I started dating your girlfriend?” Steve’s jaw drops as he stares at her blankly, so Robin adds, “After a respectful grieving period, of course.” When he still shows no response, Robin waves her pale hand in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to dingus?”

“Do you like my girlfriend, Robin?”

Robin rolls her eyes as if she’s talking to the biggest idiot in the world.

“Well, duh. Everybody likes Y/N. She’s the best.”

“That’s not...not quite what I meant.” Steve runs a hand through that glorious hair of his, trying to think of a way to phrase his question. Finally, he just blurts out: “Do you have a crush on Y/N?”

Robin’s eyes once again travel toward the heavens.

“Double duh,” she says with a laugh. “Your girlfriend’s hot, dude.”

Steve’s attempting to craft a response when he hears thudding footsteps on the stairs. You’ve returned with three water bottles and an ear-to-ear grin. You toss one to Steve; he fumbles, and it tumbles to the floor. He picks it up, twists the cap, and tilts it to his dry lips.

“Crisis averted,” you announce. “Danny let me use the house phone, and I got ahold of Mr. and Mrs. Buckley. I told them Robin and I are having a sleepover tonight. They probably think we’re laying in bed together right now.”

Steve makes a gurgling sound, nearly spitting out his water. You gently whack him upside the head.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Harrington,” you say. That’s when you notice Robin slumped against the back of the couch. With her fair skin and small features, she resembles a porcelain doll in slumber.

“She’s so beautiful,” you murmur, reaching out to comb your fingers through her cute bobbed hair.

When Steve stays quiet, you nudge his knee with yours.

“I won’t get jealous if you agree with me, you know. I know she’s not interested in you,” you say, shaking your head in amusement.

Steve swallows the lump in his throat.

Maybe not in me, he thinks. But she’s definitely interested in someone.

***

The next morning, Robin wakes up in a bed that definitely isn’t hers with a pounding headache and ringing in her ears. Sunlight filters through the curtains over the window. It lands on a framed piece of art on the wall that looks too expensive to even exist in Hawkins. There’s only a handful of families in the area who could afford something like that, so she automatically knows where she is.

Robin wanders into the hallway. From a distance, she can make out two figures sitting at the kitchen table, their heads bent together. Incomprehensible whispers echo across the kitchen. Robin starts to sneak up on them, planning to grab their shoulders and scream to scare the living shit out of them. But her plan is foiled when a sneeze she simply cannot contain tickles her nostrils.

The two silhouettes pull away from each other so quickly that they nearly bang heads. You and Steve awkwardly smile at Robin, who bares her teeth in a hungover attempt to smile back.

“What happened last night?” Robin asks as she takes a seat across from the two of you, rubbing her head.

“Vodka happened,” Steve says simply, and Robin nods. She raises a hand to her mouth and nearly gags at the repugnant odor of her own breath.

“I didn’t say anything stupid, did I?”

The silence causes Robin to look up. You and Steve are exchanging looks. Under the table, his hand rests on your knee. He squeezes it. You kick him.

“Oh, hell no. You’re the one who let her get drunk. You’re going to be the one to tell her.”

“Come on, baby,” Steve whines. “It’s really between you and her.”

“No, it’s not. She told you, not me. And then you told me. So, really, you’re the one who got me wrapped all up in this.”

“It’s not my fault I’m terrible at keeping secrets!”

“Secret? What secret?” Robin asks.

Then, it hits her. She groans, burying her face in her hands.

“You know, don’t you?” she mumbles into her arms.

“Yeah,” you and Steve answer.

“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so dumb,” Robin stammers. “I understand if this is weird now, and you don’t want to be my friend anymore-”

Gentle fingers brush Robin’s wrists as you gingerly pry her hands away from her face.

“You’re not dumb, it’s not weird, and there’s no way in hell it’s going to stop me from being your friend,” you say. Steve gives your knee another reassuring squeeze. “And, if you’re interested, I have a single friend I could set you up with. She’s funny, smart-and way hotter than me.”

“There’s no way,” Steve and Robin say in unison.

You laugh and shrug your shoulders.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

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queensdivas · 4 years ago

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Wildest Notes Chapter 6

It’s been a while.

It’s been a while since I’ve written about Gardner and I have truly missed writing him. Like how can I not? He’s an adorable human being that deserves the world.

Alright shoutout time!

Shoutout to @eileen-crys for this fantastic Cora and Gardner art! LOOK HOW CUTE THAT IS HOLY SHIT! JUST AAAWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!! SO FREAKIN’ ADORABLE AND AAAWWWWW!!!!

Now sit back and relax.

And I’ll see you later!

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

The sun krept through the blinds, slowly making it’s way over to the bed and shine onto my eyes. Crap! I don’t wanna get up! My eyes fluttered open then taking in a long breath to see Gard wrapped around me. His head resting on my chest for my free hand to start running through his hair. Kind of surprised Angus hasn’t came running in for his breakfast.

Now I have to figure out how to get out of his holding and get breakfast made for everyone! We did eat dinner last night after the ummm..floor. And then after dinner we somehow made it to the bedroom for a round two.

A round two….

A ROUND TWO!

I hope I didn’t disappoint him….I have no prior experience obviously so I couldn’t tell if I was any good. But we did it twice so is that a yes? Either way it happened so me trying to worry about it is unnecessary.

Right now I have to get out of this holding because I am burning alive! Maybe if I just kind of wiggle out maybe? My hips began to wiggle just a tiny bit for him to wrap himself even tighter. Well this isn’t helpful. Wait a second. My door is slightly cracked! Yes! And I know exactly who can help me get out of the sauna!

“PST! ANGUS!” Whispering as I tried to quietly snap my finger. Angus slowly walked into the room for me to pat on the bed for him start trotting over to the bed. Wagging his tail Jumping onto the bed as he began to start sniffing his face. With one lick across his face Gard was beginning to wake up. Gard only rubbed his face then fell directly back to sleep, which lead to Angus licking him again and again.

“Ah..go away Angus.” I began to chuckle as Gard was beginning to wake up. Angus then proceeded to go to the end of the bed and lay down. Gard moved around a little to then turn his head towards me.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” Gard crawled up to place a soft peck on my lips. My right hand fingers were slightly running through his hair. It’s so much softer than I realized, while mine is just a rats nest up in my own bedroom.

“Good morning.” Another peck on my lips as Angus laid right next to me from the end of the bed. I’m not getting any space this morning dang it!

“How’d you sleep?” Smuthered! But that was some of the best sleep i’ve had in such a very long time. No nightmares or anything!

“Good. Haven’t had that good of sleep in a while. You?”

“Great. It was nice to stretch out on an actual bed.” Right. He lives in a sailboat and the bed is likely extremely small.

Wait what day is it? Crap it’s Sunday..and I have work..It’s Sunday and he doesn’t have work. But I do have some housework before this evening such as watering, check to see if anything is ready to be picked and for canning.

“Can I take you out tonight?” What? Leaning my head to see him turn his head up to face me as well. The temptation to immediately call off and go it is super strong at the moment.

“As much as I would love to say yes. I have to work tonight and need to get some housework done Gard.” I have a mortgage to pay and me calling off work isn’t the bed idea. His head turned up to face me as I smiled. Crawling out of his holding to walk over to my closest. Grabbing a plaid shirt to put on for now as he sat up in the bed.

“Can I help you?” Huh?

“Help me?”

“Garden and stuff. Or whatever else needs to get done.” I mean. I don’t see why not and if he’s offering then why not.

“Umm sure. Why not. You might need a different pair of clothes if you wanna help. Rather you not get your dad pants dirty.” He looked over at his khakis then began scratching the top of his head.

“Eh it’s no big deal. Just pants but if you have a different shirt.” Buttoning up the shirt to walk over to the dresser to pull out a spare white t-shirt. Tossing it onto the bed as he threw it on and put on his pants.

“Well before we get started. What do you want for breakfast?” Asking him for him to finish getting dressed.

“Why don’t you get started and I’ll make breakfast.” Make me breakfast? Besides Mama Seymour. Mostly everyone just kinds of eats my food because they love my cooking. No one...no one has ever offered to make me any form of dinner.

“I mean if you want to sure...I..” I don’t know what to say or do? What do I do when someone is cooking? Do I help? Do I just sit and watch him?

“What’s wrong?” He stood before me while trying to figure out a response that didn’t sound stupid or ya know….stupid.

“No one has ever made me breakfast. Listen I don’t mind if you don’t want to cook. It’s no big deal.” Trying to not sound crazy but truly I don’t mind.

“Listen I’m not a bad cook. You made a delicious dinner last night, just let me do this please.” Okay ummm. Guess I could get things ready for picking.

“Okay. Just let me know if you need any help.” He walked out of the bedroom as I was beginning to rub my arms. I need to calm down. This isn’t a big deal right? It’s just breakfast. My speciality is always dinner anyhow.

Angus followed me out of the bedroom to already hear him working in the kitchen. I definitely need to take my mind off because I know this isn’t that big of a deal that I’m making it out to be. Maybe a little music but let me let Angus out. Opening the front door for Angus to stroll out and I shut the door.

*Sniff sniff sniff*

Batter? That’s pancake batter. My head poked into the kitchen to see Gard was beginning to mix the batter in the bowl as I watched. He turned around to sigh as I just gave him a quick smile.

“Cora.”

“Sorry sorry sorry! I’ll play something instead.” Going into the music room to start thinking on what I could play. I sat down on the bench as the urge to go into the kitchen was beginning to calm down a little bit but still wanting to go in and at least watch.

Something calming but not too boring. Yes Ravels piece Pavane for a dead princess is his most famous but I truly love it. It’s not something obnoxiously slow and quiet. It’s a very nice flow that really just entices you.

Gardner walked out of the kitchen to watch her play piano. The way her body flowed with the notes and her own tempo. Gardner slid down onto the bench as he just watched Cora completely immersed herself into the music. She didn’t need the sheets and if she did it was only for a reference. It looked so easy in his eyes and watching her was something he wanted to do again and again.

Playing the last chord then stepping on the peddle to silence any form of echo. She looked up from the piano to look over at Gardner who was completely memorized by what he just watched. Though Cora did feel a little nervous which didn’t make much sense in her mind because she’s played infant of Gard.

Maybe it’s just because their relationship has changed from when she first played?

Maybe if she...she..Gard was about to say something but could see that Cora was a little uneasy at the moment.

Maybe a kiss?

Gard leaned in to peck her cheek which a flood of blush covered her entire face. You could feel the heat she was generating off because of that one singular kiss.

“Should probably finish breakfast.” Gard nervously got up from the bench to go back into the kitchen. Guess he beat her to it on moving on.

Cora got up from the piano bench to watch Gardner flipping the pancakes and trying to not freak out a little bit. Walking over to him as she wrapped herself around him from behind. One hand was flipping the pancakes while the other was holding her hand that was folded on his chest.

“Oh hey. Cal is throwing me a birthday party this Saturday night. Are you able to come?” A birthday party? I was lucky I didn’t have work last night but there’s no way I could call off especially since I have a mortgage to pay off.

“Gard I wish I could but I have work.” I could feel that he was a little upset but sadly that’s out of my control.

“We can celebrate it later though. I can make you dinner, we can watch a movie or something.” I walked around to sit ontop of the counter next to him. Gardner looked a little disappointed that I couldn’t make it but I don’t know what he wants me to do. Call off? An extremely horrible decision.

“Okay. I’m okay with that.” Now I gotta get him something for his birthday. But what exactly can I get him?

I moved to the other side of the counter to watch Gardner making the pancakes as we kept glancing at one another. He made sure the pancakes were as fluffy as could be and chocolate chips? Oh Gard you star chef!

God...God these pancakes are to die for! He got the chocolate chips to melt into the batter and they’re so fluffy! I downed all the pancakes as Gard was still working on his last few bites of his pancakes.

“Gard these pancakes are delicious.” I praised as I was craving even more of them.

“Told you I could cook.”

“I didn’t doubt it. Just was curious on what you were making that’s all.” What a lie. But ya know. Rather not let him know that it freaked me out cause no one has ever cooked for me like this before!

And...and it’s kind of nice.

*Later that evening and Gards P.O.V.*

“Gard...you’re kidding me right?” Cal asked as I double checked the club name she written down.

“No I am not.” Sighing as the bouncer opened the door for us. You could hear the music from the short hallway that lead into the main room.

“She’s a cougar isn’t she. You can be honest man.”

“She’s not a cougar. She’s my age.”

Going to be honest. I was expecting a lot older of an audience such as sixty and older kind of audience. But wow. I know some of these people I went to high school with, heck even the prom date I asked to go with is here.

“Gardner there’s Tracy and that Russian chick! Ima go say hi!” Nodding to him as I looked over to see her in all her glory. She looked so elegant up there, the way the light shined on her hair made it pop even more than usual. Her hands seemed to be dancing on those keys as she was completely entwined with what she was playing.

“Gardner! C’mere and say hi!” Cal yelled from the bar as I walked over to them. He handed me this blue cocktail as he was flirting with the two girls.

“Yeah I’m a mechanic ya know. I know everything about cars and if you ever need anything stop by the shop. Oh hey. Tracey this is my roommate Gardner. Gardner this is Tracey and Monica.” Cal introduced as I took a sip of my blue cocktail. It taste like a bag of Skittles that was mixed with gin.

“It’s good right?” Monica commented as her and Cal switched spaces.

“Interesting is the word I would use.” Leaning against the bar as my eyes focused on Cora on stage. Has she noticed I was here? Probably not she’s too busy to notice me at the moment. Is it bad that I’m still a little upset that she can’t come to my party? I make the time to come see her and she can’t for me? Maybe another drink should make me feel like less of an idiot for getting mad. She has work and this is last second. I couldn’t ask her to call off just for my birthday.

“Cal tells me you’re a mailman. That’s super awesome. Yeah I always thought walking around would be kind of boring like that. But I would get a super nice tan for the summer because of all that walking. DO you have to wear a lot of sunscreen? You’re skin really makes me think you have to wear a lot of sunscreen but it’s great exercise walking around that much.” I finished my drink in that time and now I wish I had more. My God will she not shut up and why does she seem so obsessed with tanning? Cora atleast has some good conversations with me that isn’t about skin and trying to get some nice tan.

I turned around to the bar to order another drink. How about something that doesn’t taste like fruit. That should calm my nerves a little bit. The bar tender stood infront of me as I was looking at the draft beers behind him.

“Can I get a lone star?” He nodded as Monica turned around to wait for the tender to get back. Once he placed the beer down she leaned over then sort of scoffed a little.

“Ew Lone Star? That’s one of the nastiest beers around. Hey Marco will you grab me a Gose would ya. Thanks baby. He’s like my best friend here.” How did Cal think that I would enjoy her?

“Tracey! Tracey!” She began yelling once she had her drink in hand. Tracey looked up from Cals shoulder to smile at her.

“C’mon. Bathroom time.” She grabbed Traceys hand for the both of them to start walking to the bathroom. Cal scooted closer to me with his huge margarita in his hand and had a cocky smile written all over his face.

“What did you think of Monica?” She’s not Cora. Cora doesn’t run her mouth with while saying absolutely nothing. She doesn’t care what kind of beer you drink and doesn’t talk about my skin and not being able to tan while I’m working. I try to avoid sunburns! It hurts!

“Not my type Cal. And I’m with Cora at the moment and so far no one is beating her.” Cal nodded as he began sipping his maragerta.

The song finished as Cora got up from the piano to stretch her back and my god she looked gorgeous. She had dark blue colored suit jacket with a white button up underneath it. Holy crap...I never thought seeing her in a pants suit would be so..so..sexy. The lining of her jacket was black along with her pants and heels that were also black. The sounds of her heels were memorizing as I noticed she also straightened her hair and was super long.

I had no idea she got so dressed up for work holy crap. Cal and I watched her approach us for he couldn’t stop slurping his drink. I took a quick drink to set the beer down so I could not say something that I would regret.

“Stalking me at work now are you?” She raised her eyebrow at me as my toes began to curl up. Just don’t say anything stupid.

“I umm yes. No no I’m not stalking you.” Cora giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck to then peck my lips.

“I’m Calvin. Gardners best friend and roommate.” Cal inserted himself as she kept half of herself wrapped around me to then shake his hand.

“Cora. I’ve heard a lot about you Cal, love the shirt.” Should I wrap my arm around her? IT feels almost taboo to even touch her because I would be wrinkling her suit. This..this absolutely stunning suit. Maybe? My hand slipped down to her side as I had my arm wrapped around her hip. Cora laid her head on my shoulder as I smiled down on her.

“I’m going to be honest about with you Cora. The way Gardner talked about you I thought you were going to be like fifty or something.” Oh god Calvin.

“Yeah I get that a lot. Nothing brand new in my life.” She’s not old and just because she likes the odd thing doesn’t make her old. I imagine someday people will be following her own likes because they’re trendy.

I hope she knows that I like that about her. I mean it’s not the only thing that I like about her but it’s definitely one of the most funnest things about her. An Elvis china collection? How many people can you say has something like that? Something quirky is absolutely perfect in my eyes.

“Do you want a drink?” Cal offered but she shook her head.

“No thank you. I got work.” Good call. Plus knowing him he’ll order her some large fruity drink that has an abnormal amount of alcohol.

“Ah yes. Gard told me you work here and wanted to come see ya. You sound fantastic up there.”

“Thank you.” The sound of the Monica was beginning to erupt as I noticed her and Tracey were on their way back up to the bar. Oh no. For the record I was planning on coming here to see Cora and I have no idea Tracey and Monica would be here.

“Tracey! Meet the piano player..pianist? Is that the proper term?” Cal asked her as she had a straight face.

“Pianist.”

“Right. Cora the pianist!”

“That’s so cool that you play the piano. I’m Tracey!” They shook hands as Monica was starring her down like a predator. Cora noticed but before he could say anything it was her time to go back onto stage. Moving my chin to give me one big fat kiss. It lasted for about a five seconds till she stopped and ran her fingers over her suit.

“Cal it was nice meeting with you. Tracey. Bye Gard.” I didn’t move from my current position as Cal and Tracey watched her head back onto stage. Holy..holy..HOLY CRAP! I took a chug of my beer to place it down on the bar.

“Gardner my man!” Cal cheered as I began mentally replaying what just happened. The way she just turned my head! Since when did she get like this?

Oof it’s fantastic.

“Wow she didn’t even say goodbye to me.” Monica rolled her eyes as Cal turned his focused towards Tracey again.

“Are you even gonna talk to me?” My head turned to her as she was getting annoyed.

“I’m not even here for you. I’m here to watch my girlfriend do what she loves.” There’s no way she heard me but Cora looked over to smile at me and wouldn’t stop looking at me while playing the piano.

Yeah. My girlfriend.

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maluminspace · 5 years ago

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Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Calum Hood/Michael Clifford

Word Count: 1.8k

Requested: by @myfalsedevotion

Ravenclaw Calum, Gryffindor Michael, helping someone who's feelings are hurt, and the Astronomy Tower or the owlry :3

Trigger Warnings: strong language, bullying

A/N: You all know I love writing a bit of Angst about my boys! I hope you enjoy this, Vicky <3

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The wintery, late afternoon sunlight gave the owlery an especially sleepy feel as Calum bounded into the large, cavernous room. His cheeks were flushed from running and he almost slipped on the straw-covered floor in his haste to catch up with his boyfriend. “Michael…” He called, his voice betraying just how deeply concerned he was. “Please don’t freeze me out, sweetheart.”

A few of the birds ruffled their feathers angrily at the disruption that the arrival of the two fifth years had caused to their afternoon naps.

“Just leave me alone, Calum!” Michael sobbed, his voice echoing around the empty space as he leaned on the ledge of one of the glassless windows lining the lower level of the cylindrical stone walls. He was staring out across the school grounds, his Gryffindor robes billowing out around him in the cold draft sweeping through the building.

The Ravenclaw boy sighed sadly as he traipsed across floor. “I’m not leaving you, Mikey.” He stated stubbornly. “I need you to tell me what happened. Luke said that some Slytherin pricks upset you.”

Unfortunately, the values that used to be so prominent within Slytherin families during the wizarding wars, lingered on in some of their children and grandchildren. Sometimes, Calum wondered if those horrid ‘pure bloods are superior’ views would ever really die out. It made him immensely sad to think about, because some of his very favourite people at Hogwarts were muggle born or had at least one muggle parent. In fact, his very favourite person in the entire world was muggle born and he refused to let his precious Michael get bullied over such out-dated nonsense.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Michael sniffed, wrapping his arms around himself as if to protect himself from the chill or some other invisible discomfort as his shoulders slumped. “Please just let me be by myself for a bit, will you?”

Just as Calum stopped to consider his boyfriend’s request, his beautiful tawny owl, Greta, glided past him to perch on the stone ledge next to Michael. The Gryffindor boy stroked the bird gently with the back of his fingers. “Sending your owl to watch over me isn’t leaving me alone, Cal.” He sighed, although his fondness for the bird and her owner was undeniable.

“I didn’t tell her to fly over there.” Calum shrugged, cautiously taking a step closer to the slightly older boy. “She just loves you… She hates it when your sad.”

Calum had never really understood quite why Michael always came all the way up to the owlery when he was upset. The slightly older boy was utterly terrified of heights, yet he chose one of the tallest buildings in the castle grounds to seek refuge in. It was also quite a work out getting up all of the stairs, not that he’d ever consider that as a reason not to follow his boyfriend to what he clearly believed to be his safe place. No matter how strange that choice may appear to be.

A tiny watery chuckle escaped Michael as he wrapped his gold and burgundy Gryffindor scarf tighter around his neck. “She’s a good friend.” He admitted, “I don’t have that many of them.”

“You’ll always have me…” Calum smiled gently, continuing his slow and tentative steps towards his boyfriend.

Michael stubbornly kept his gaze fixed ahead, refusing to spare calum even the smallest glance. “I don’t know why you even want to be with me, Cal. I’m just a…”

“Hey.” Calum interrupted, knowing all-too-well that his boyfriend was likely about to say something disparaging about himself. “You’re perfect, sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you that before you believe me?”

Finally turning to face the Ravenclaw, Michael wiped away the fresh tears that had started to fall from his pretty green eyes. “You’re the only one who thinks that, everyone else hates me because I’m a dork, or because I’m not into quidditch or because I’m your boyfriend or because I’m a ‘mudblood’” His voice trembled on the last word as he buried his face in his hands.

Anger built up inside Calum much faster and hotter than ever before. “Who fucking called you that?” He asked, trying hard to keep his voice steady. “That’s disgusting, Mike, I’ll hex the fuckers into oblivion I swear…” His sentence trailed off as Michael’s renewed sobs cut through his furious rant.

“I just want to leave!” The dramatic sentence bursting from the Gryffindor like a bolt from the blue.

Calum froze, trying to process the weight of what his boyfriend had just said. Michael turned back to face the school grounds, tears still glistening on his flushed cheeks. The slightly younger boy took a moment to recover as he reached out to place a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “You want to leave Hogwarts?” He asked thickly over the lump rising in his throat.

Nodding silently, Michael started to absently pet Greta again, running the back of his fingers over the soft light brown feathers of the back.

“Can we at least talk about how I might be able to help?” Calum tried, tentatively moving closer to his boyfriend so that he could wrap an arm around him. “You never talk to me when shit like this happens. You never talk to anyone”

Michael sniffed at the Ravenclaw’s words. “People already hate me, Calum. Getting you to stand up for me isn’t going to improve their opinions of me at all.”

Wrapping his arms fully around Michael’s waist and resting his head on the blonde’s shoulder, Calum sighed sadly. “But you’re such a talented wizard, Mike… You’re on course to get an ‘outstanding’ in every O.W.L exam you’re going to take. Very few people have managed that, sweetheart, your talents shouldn’t be wasted.”

Michael leaned back into Calum’s hold, still stroking Greta gently. “Maybe I could get transferred to a different school?”

“You could…” Calum frowned. “But then I’d have to come with you, because any school, even Hogwarts, would be completely shit without you.”

A tiny laugh escaped Michael as he twisted slightly to look at the Ravenclaw boy. “And people say I’m the clingy one?”

Calum feigned offence at the allegation that he was clingy but tightened his hold around Michael to keep as close as possible. “I just love being with you, sweetheart.” He smiled softly, “I’m terrible at herbology but it’s my favourite class because I get to be with you.”

Michael relaxed a little against the taller boy, allowing the ghost of a smile to curl his lips. “You’re not terrible at anything. You’re a perfect Ravenclaw, Cal; achieving high grades in every one of your classes, you’re the king of extracurricular activities, a celebrated seeker that’s tipped to be the next captain of the Ravenclaw quidditch team, you’re popular amongst all of your classmates and one of the most fancied boys in the whole school. No wonder people think you’re wasted on me.”

Gently turning Michael around to face him, Calum painted a determined expression on his face. “Don’t talk like that, Michael. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I don’t even want to think what my life would be like without you in it.”

“Don’t I drag you down, though?” The Gryffindor asked, his voice quiet and a little nervous. “Wouldn’t it be nice if you didn’t have to run up here after me every time someone’s mean to me?”

“Fuck ‘easier’” Calum scoffed, stroking his thumbs over Michael’s shoulders in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. “The only thing I want is for you to come to me instead of the fucking owls when you’re upset.”

Michael’s bottom lip trembled slightly as he tried to hold back more tears. “But you don’t need my shit disrupting your life…”

“You’re not a disruption, Michael, you’re a fucking angle and if protecting you means that I have to miss wizarding chess club or spend a little less time on my charms homework, then I’ll happily make those sacrifices. You and your safety are way more important than any of that.”

Smiling a bit brighter, Michael curled into Calum’s chest, nestling his head beneath the taller boy’s chin. “I love you, Calum” He muttered. “I just wish I was a bit more like you.” Before Calum could voice his disapprovement, Greta let out an angry hoot of her own before clacking her beak irritably. Michael giggled into the Ravenclaw’s robes. “I don’t think Greta likes the idea of me being more like you. Are you sure she’s your owl?”

“I think she hates the idea of you not being who you are.” Calum confirmed, stroking Michael’s hair tenderly. “You’re a pretty perfect version of yourself already”

Michael scoffed. “Not according to everyone else. Apparently I don’t belong here. ‘Mudbloods’ should be taught somewhere else, Hogwarts should only be for purebloods according to Hermivis Fotter and Bradley Grangman...”

“Those two trolls, need a fucking punch in their stupid faces!” Calum growled angrily. “I can’t believe they’d say that to you.”

“Really?” Michael questioned, a note of mild surprise in his tone. “They say shit like that every single day.”

Pulling back to look Michael in the eye, Calum searched his boyfriend’s face carefully. “Why don’t you talk to me, sweetheart? I could get those two off your back with one well-aimed pus-squirting hex. I’ve been dying to use that on someone, to be honest.”

Michael’s face softened as he chuckled quietly. “As much as I’d love to see that, the last thing I want is for you to get detention for the rest of the term. Who would I spend my afternoons trading Chocolate Frog cards with and eating Crystallised Pineapple with if you were stuck in a teacher’s office writing lines or cleaning potion bottles?”

Smirking slightly Calum placed a brief kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. “Does that mean you’re going to stay at Hogwarts? You’re not going to leave for some fancy new school in Europe or something?” He asked hopefully.

Michael nodded, a somewhat exasperated sigh escaping him. “I couldn’t leave you here to take over my title as the best gobstones player this school has ever seen, can I?”

The Ravenclaw kissed his boyfriend again, trying to pour very ounce of love he could into the small gesture. “That’s my baby.” He grinned, “I’ll go to your head of house with you to report Fotter and Grangman whenever you’re ready, yeah? Until then, I can kiss you until you care a lot less about what they say. Deal?”

Michael rolled his eyes fondly before pecking a kiss to the end of Calum’s nose and ruffling his jet-black curls. “You’ll use any excuse to kiss me…”

Calum nodded proudly, accepting that claim. “Can you blame me? You’re very kissable!”

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angstymarshmallow · 5 years ago

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sealed with a kiss (cal lowell x mc)

[a little note: I’m out of vacation mode now and wanted to write something quick before bed. Since someone was kind of inadvertently asking for Cal and Wren - here we are lol, Some of this mostly stem with how..meh I felt about the big reveal of MC’s background. Without getting too much into it, this is me just exploring that kind of shock factor and dubiousness instead of clarity MC seemed to have in this week’s chapter].

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It was a lot to take in.

This place. This new side of her. The missing pieces in her life that were too jagged to fit with the rest. As it turned out they never matched in the first place, because they were never meant to.

Wren inhaled deeply, letting the finality of it all find a way to sink in. But it wasn’t sinking in. Some parts of herself was still reeling – still trying to understand how someone like herself could be…half fae. The idea was laughable – hell she wanted to laugh but the edge of desperation it held when she tried, had made her snap her mouth shut again.

Instead, Wren peered up aimlessly at the night sky – the soft undertones of bright orange marking the telltale sign of a new beginning. But was this a beginning she was ready for? What did it really mean to be fae?

She wanted to run. She wanted to convince herself this was still sort of dream she had been in for the past several weeks. But the time for dreaming had long since passed – and Wren can no longer deny the fact that – she was here. In this ridiculously beautiful place, wanting to desperately belong. How long had she waited for that? To belong somewhere?

And now that it was within her reach, she wanted to doubt it at every step. This is too good to be true.

After being alone for so long – how could she believe otherwise?

Elric…her father, had been welcoming enough but something was still missing. Something that hadn’t allowed her for guard to be completely down. Maybe she was simply used to everything going wrong – even when something went right.

“Can’t sleep?”

Wren had been so consumed with her own thoughts that she heard his footsteps creep up behind her. She felt his presence as he grew closer; the heat radiating from him was close enough for her to forget the coolness of dawn. She felt some of the tension leave her shoulders as she met his timid smile with one of her own. “Something like that.” She muttered. She retrieved her hands from the balcony railing to hug herself. “It’s always hard to sleep on the first night away from your own bed.”

“I get that.” His smile turned sympathetic. “With how much we’ve been on the road lately, you think we’d have gotten used to it.”

She echoed his sentiment with a snort. “I feel restless in more ways than one.” She admitted, dropping her gaze. “Shouldn’t you be asleep? With all that talk of tree houses earlier, I at least thought you’d building our very first one.” She teased.

He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m working on it.” His gaze turned bashful. “We didn’t exactly put a time limit on it – so I figured, why rush a good thing?”

“Mmm,” Wren tilted her chin, a small smile toying at the corner of her lips. “Is that all I am? A good time.”

Suddenly, all the teasing light disappeared out of his eyes and Cal shifted on his feet almost earnestly to erase the space between them. “You know you’re more than that to me Wren.”

Struck by the sincerity behind his words, it took a few seconds for Wren to recover with some semblance of a snort. Truthfully, she had been okay with saying something snarky until he crowded her vision and made it hard for her to think on her feet.

“What’s on your mind?”

She felt the heat off his skin before he touched her arm, his touch lingering in a way that had her pulse fluttering until he dropped his hand to tuck into his jeans.

“What isn’t?” She said evasively, glancing elsewhere. “If it’s not this thing wanting to kill me, it’s the next thing that goes bump in the night. And if it’s not the constant stress of danger lurking in every damn corner…it’s….all of this.” She gestured broadly in front of them – her hands pointing towards the breathless view of the city. “It’s me. It’s this. It’s everything.”

“Yeah, this is….a lot for anyone to handle.”

“But I’m not just anyone, am I?” She turned to him, her eyes suddenly growing wide. “If I had been, I wouldn’t have been here to begin with. But apparently, I’m supposed to be one of the rarest and strongest beings ever to exist –“ She snapped her mouth close and barely stifled the urge to suddenly scream.

Knowing her luck – that unwanted attention would draw some kind of new danger to her. What was a girl supposed to do around here for some kind of break? “God, I just…this is just so much,” she squeezed her eyes shut. “Sometimes when I was a kid, I wanted to believe…I was special…like every other dumb kid but to actually be something more –” opening her eyes again, she gestured helplessly at herself. “What the hell am I doing Cal?”

“You’re doing the best you can.” He answered without hesitating. He was crowding her vision again, forcing her to stare directly up at him as his fingers drifted to cup her cheek and his words grew more urgent. “I honestly don’t know how you’re keeping it so together, finding out everything you did today – well. Shit.”

“Shit isn’t the most colourful word I would use. I can think of a lot better.”

“No, but you’re handling this amazing. You’re amazing.” He murmured the words, eyes drifting down to her lips then back at her eyes with something she can only describe as awe. “You’re strong. You can handle anything that’s in your way.”

I don’t feel strong.” She confessed, letting her eyes fall to the scenery in front of them. It was all beautiful...but too beautiful. And beautiful things, couldn’t be real. It made her anxious, but there was other explanation. She didn’t feel strong, here she felt...

Her lips sewn themselves shut.

She bit on her lower lip until he prompted a response by lifting her chin. “You feel what?” A look of tenderness flitted across his face as he smiled tentatively at her.

Closing her eyes, Wren briefly held her breath while she searched for the right words. This was Cal she was talking to, not just anyone. He deserved more than an abstract answer.

“Weak. Alone. Terrified.” She nearly choked on the last word, blinking sharply when she felt the slightest pressure of his fingers across her chin to keep her focus in the present.

“You aren’t.” He spoke the words softly.

“It sure as hell feels that way!” Wren threw her hands up in frustration. She needed space. He made it hard for her to think, made it difficult to hold onto her anger too, at having no control over her life. Ever since stepping foot in NOLA, she could barely catch her breath.

Taking a few steps back, Wren created some much-needed space between them. She leaned across the heavy metal bars, and tipped her head back to gaze at the sky.

She wanted to hit something – anything was better than feeling sorry for herself. But the shock of it all – the joy, the suspicion, the guilt of trying to understand a culture she had never known she was apart of…

She was trying desperately to stay afloat, but the rest of the world kept trying to yank her down to the bottom.

“Hey.” His words turned almost forceful to capture back her attention.

His hands rested on either side of her face again and suddenly all she could see was him again. The warmth of him being as close as he was; resonated with a distinct difference against the cold surface of metal across her back.

He stared down intently at her. “You’ve got us – you’ve got me. And I’m not going anywhere Wren.” He paused, as a light flush changed the tint of his skin, however kept his gaze solely on her. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

There was some relief in hearing that, even more for him to sound as though he truly meant every word of it. A lot of people had broken their promises over the years, and to Wren it all started the same. Someone made a promise. Someone broke a person. In the end, it didn’t matter - people came and left so often that her own heart had simply encased itself – when it came to trust and love.

But with Cal…god, with Cal – it would be so easy. It would be so easy for her to fall and fall hard, to believe in every beautiful lie. To watch the determination in those earthy browns still staring – still gauging her reaction, because believing in him would only drive how deeply she cared about him home.

But Wren couldn’t justify relying on him to fight her battles anymore. Not him. Not Nik. Not any of their friends. She had to start picking up the pieces again – the way she used to as a kid; when things fell apart – she had to put them back together for herself.

Still, she yearned for him to touch her. She yearned for more than a few words of comfort hidden beneath the dimly lit sky and those warm-toasted brown eyes.

Instead of responding right away, Wren wordlessly stepped into his embrace. She released a deep sigh as his momentary freeze at the abrupt motion had turned into Cal clinging on to her; his soothing hands drifting across her back.

God, it felt so good to be held.

She burrowed her face into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent – letting her own awareness of him block everything else out. Right now, they weren’t trying to kill a bloodwraith. And she wasn’t some half-fae damsel and he wasn’t a wolf. Right now, they were just two people taking a moment for themselves, and she wanted to hold onto this for as long as she could.

“Somehow, I believe you.”

Wren hadn’t realized the moment she uttered the words, they had been out-loud and not in the safety of her own head. It wasn’t until she felt Cal’s response; as he pulled her to rest flush against his chest, down to kissing her deep enough for her to swear she saw stars – for her to believe it wasn’t just something you told someone to placate them.

It was a promise.

A promise sealed with a kiss.

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irwinkitten · 6 years ago

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days like this | l.h, m.c, c.h, a.i

pairing: none prompt: not this time notes: last day of the birthday countdown fic week! day five!! thank you so much for the love you’ve shown this week. i’ve enjoyed writing something with the prompts and i’m hoping it’ll keep my mojo going as i continue to work on the various things i’ve got planned. this is just entirely soft and fluffy and i hope y’all love it. small masterlist of the fic week can be found here warnings: none word count: 2.3k!

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You knew that she was excited beyond reason knowing that her favourite uncles were finally back from touring.

Your daughter was practically begging you to ask them to come and visit, the last time she’d gotten so see them was months ago when they were touring in the city.

“I’ll ask them little bird, but I can’t promise that they’ll come around. They only got home yesterday and they’re going to be tired.” You warned and her face fell for a second.

“But I can see them this week?” This made you smile.

“Of course, they wouldn’t pass up a chance to spend the day with you, you know that. They might just be too tired to come around today.” She nodded before disappearing upstairs to her room, a loud banging telling you that she’d gone to the plastic drum kit that Ashton had bought her for her last birthday.

Opening the group chat you had with them, you sent the message.

‘I have a tiny human who has realised you guys are home. When you’re up for it, drop by later this week, you’d make her day.’

Heading to the kitchen, you began to make some lunch for the two of you as your phone pinged.

‘I think bug snuggles are required for recovery.’ Your eyes saw that was from Michael and you laughed.

‘Only if you’re up for it, I’ve told her you guys might be too tired to come around today so it’ll be during the week.’

Ashton was the next reply

‘I’ll bring some snacks. See you in thirty.’

This set off a discussion of various snacks followed by varying times from each member. You sent the eye roll emoji followed by a heart before making sandwiches, knowing that if they were bringing snacks, she wouldn’t eat anything else.

“Little bird, time for some lunch.” You called up, the banging stopping as she came rushing downstairs, the small toy drum sticks grasped in her hand.

She pulled herself up onto the dining room chair, setting the sticks on the table which made you laugh, snapping a photo and sending it to the chat.

‘Looks like someone has her sights set on her future career.’

‘Bass is better, I’ll teach her the right instrument.’ Came from Calum not even a minute later.

‘She’d still say that drums are the better instrument.’ You sent back as you ate your own food, placing the phone face down on the table.

“Did they answer mommy?” She asked between bites and you hummed in response.

“They’ll see. But no promises.” She nodded her head as she finished her food and helped you with the dishes, her giggles echoing through the kitchen as the water splashed the both of you as you filled the sink up.

Once the dishes were done and set on the side to dry, she was about to rush upstairs before there was a knock on the door, the sound of the door opening making her turn to you in confusion.

“Did we forget someone was coming round today mommy?” Your lips curved into a smile at her question.

“Why don’t you go see?” She scampered from the kitchen, making you countdown in your head from three.

As you hit one, she squealed.

“Uncle Ash!” Her giggle reached your ears followed by his own.

Making your way through, you found yourself grinning at the sight before you. Ashton had your daughter in his arms, her lips pulled back into the biggest grin as he peppered her face in kisses.

“And how’s my drumming replacement, huh?” She giggled, her face ducking away into his hoodie in embarrassment at his words.

“M’never replacing you.” She mumbled and he laughed.

“Good to know, lovebug.” She beamed at the nickname before squirming to get down from his arms. He obliged and she headed upstairs, her lips pulled back into a grin as Ashton greeted you with a warm hug.

“She’s so your favourite.” You teased him as you kissed his cheek.

“Just watch, Mike will arrive and I’ll be forgotten.” The two of you laughed as he followed you into the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter that contained various goodies. You peered in it for a second and laughed.

“She’s definitely gonna have a sugar crash. You all are.” You commented as he made himself comfortable, grabbing a drink.

“That’s the point. I think the others have the same idea of relaxed clothing. Means we can keep up with the little lovebug but also not feel uncomfortable if we do crash.”

“It’s a good job I ended up getting those big corner sofas otherwise there’d be no room for you all.” Came the tart reply and he laughed.

The door knocked once more and before you could even call for your little bird, she was flying down the stairs as the door started opening. You peered from the kitchen to watch your daughter launch at Calum who caught her with ease.

“Uncle Calum!”

“Ooft, hello to you too princess.” You laughed and she glanced back to you, her lips pulled back into a wide grin.

“Is uncle Lu and uncle Mike comin’ too?” You tried to hide your grin, but as her eyes practically lit up, you knew that you’d failed and she’d put two and two together.

“Does this mean movie day?” Calum asked, playing along as his eyes widened, looking between you and her. You snorted.

“I guess it does mean movie day. Wanna go get changed into some comfy clothes little bird?” She beamed as Calum set her down and she went running once more. You laughed as he wrapped his arms around you in greeting and you could feel the stress of the last few weeks melt away.

“And how is our favourite mom?” He asked once he’d let go and the three of you began to migrate towards the living room, snacks and drinks in hands.

“Stressed. It’s been a tough couple of weeks. I know that there are some kids giving her a hard time and she’s lashing out in return. I got called up to the school twice. First time because one girl had thrown something at her and she retaliated by pushing her over. Second time she hadn’t done anything but because the other girl had pushed her over and hurt her, I was still called in.” You explained as you tied your hair back, a soft sigh escaping.

“I take it work weren’t too happy about that?” Ashton asked quietly and you gave a sarcastic laugh.

“My boss has been a right bastard about it. Made a comment about her dad needing to be around to deal with her.” They flinched at that.

You’d been devastated the day that you’d received the call that her dad had been in a car collision and died. They boys had always been an active part of your little girl's life, but you knew they were stepping up, just like her dad would’ve wanted them to.

“What did you do after that?”

“Made the complaint to HR, told them the situation because he threatened to not pay me. They said that it was noted down and he’s now under investigation. All of us are suspended from normal work until the investigation is complete.”

“Are you at least getting paid?” Ashton asked, stunned. You nodded.

“Yeah, it’s full pay thankfully. She just thinks I’m on vacation from work.” You explained quietly when you heard her footsteps come flying down the stairs. They understood the silent request to not talk about it in front of you little girl.

Just as she launched upon Ashton, making him laugh, you heard the door go once more. Her head shot up from his chest where she’d rested it and you laughed.

“I’ll go get it.” You pushed yourself from your spot next to Cal and you were greeted with the door already opening, revealing Michael and Luke. You couldn’t help but giggle. Michael held five pizza boxes and in Luke’s hands you spied two bottles of wine.

“You guys are ridiculous.” You finally muttered before stepping aside so they could carry on through to the kitchen.

“You love us really.” Michael sang back. You grinned.

Luke dropped a kiss to your cheek as he passed on by, making you laugh as you pushed him towards the kitchen, closing the door behind him and following them both. When you reached the kitchen, you were pulled into a warm hug and you sighed, returning the hug tightly.

“You guys are the best, honestly.” You murmured in Michael’s ear and he pulled back, grinning.

“Oh we know we are. Now, where’s my cuddlebug?”

“Living room. We’re vegging out there.” He grinned, heading past you and you found yourself in another set of arms.

“Hope you don’t mind us bringing the wine. Figured that you could use a bit of a break too.” He murmured and you nodded your head against his chest.

“It’s fine. But if any of you guys drink, you’re not driving.” He grinned down at you as you pulled back, your tone stern.

“Yes mom.” He teased before you shoved him towards the living room.

When you followed him, you found yourself grinning. Michael had thrown himself down on the spot next to Ashton, and your daughter had immediately crawled to the spot between them, her arms wrapped around him.

“Hey, no cuddles for your uncle Lu?” Luke whined and she shook her head and he pouted before leaning over to ruffle her hair, making her beam back at him.

“I’ll cuddle you later uncle Lu.” You knew that she would as well. If there was someone she loved to cuddle, it was Michael. But Luke was a close second in her eyes.

He laughed, leaning over the back of the sofa and planting a kiss to the top of her head before he sat on the other sofa.

“What movie are we watching then?” Calum asked and she thought about it for a second.

“Tangled!” You snorted at that as you switched on the TV, flicking it onto Netflix and pulling up the movie before settling between Calum and Luke, your head resting on Calum’s shoulder as the title began rolling, your eyes darting over to the three on the second couch, her body pressed tightly between Michael and Ashton as she mouthed along to the dialogue.

“We’ll get her hooked onto a new film soon enough.” Calum hummed and you laughed.

“This will still be her favourite. Thanks for coming around and spending this day with her though, I know you guys only got back yesterday.” You felt a soft jab to your side from Luke.

“Hey, she’s worth it and we can’t let our favourite niece drive our favourite mom mad from watching the same film over and over.” He teased with a grin. You rolled your eyes in return, but smiled nonetheless.

“As long as you know that you guys don’t have to compete for our affections, then I’m all for you guys having days like this.” Luke grinned.

After the first film, Michael declared it was time for pizzas, making her gasp in delight as he pushed himself off the sofa. You went to join him, grinning as your little girl moved from Ashton’s side, crawling onto Luke’s lap and snuggling with him.

Whilst reheating the pizzas, the two of you talked quietly, catching Michael up with what was going on.

“Please tell me you’re looking for a new job?” He asked as you helped him put the second pizza in the oven to reheat.

“I’m looking, but nothing so far.” You sighed and he rested a hand on your shoulder in comfort. You smiled at him softly.

“If you need someone to look after her, you can always drop her by mine. Southy adores her and we both know how territorial Southy is.” This made the two of you share grins as you changed the pizzas over.

You could hear from the kitchen as she told the other three what she’d done at school, the various drawings and big things she’d accomplished.

Accepting the glass of wine from Michael as you two carried the pizza boxes through, a bright grin on your daughter's lips as she scrambled from her spot on Luke’s lap to open the pizza boxes, you could only watch in amusement as she picked the cheese one and returning to her spot between Michael and Ashton.

As the conversation moved onto the boys talking about tour, telling her small stories that had her giggling into her food when she took bites as they talked, you felt a sense of relief that at least if anything, she had four men in her life who would do as much as they could for her.

“Mommy, did you really go on tour with them once? And did uncle Lu really try to prank you with the bad doughnuts?” And a Luke whined in protest as you giggled, you felt more and more relaxed as the conversation flowed from one story to another, her eyes and ears taking in everything before they began to get heavy and she curled closer to Michael, all of them pausing for seconds to yawn.

“How ‘bout we nap cuddlebug? Then we can watch some more films.” Michael bargained with your child and she thought about it for a second before nodding her head.

It didn’t take much longer as the others seemed to be following her lead and even you couldn’t stop yourself from curling into Calum’s side, his arm squeezing you gently as your eyes surveyed the room.

“You rest as well, you need to look after yourself as well.” Calum hummed and you chuckled softly before allowing yourself to relax, the warmth of your home and a full stomach lulling you into a relaxed nap, feeling like things were going to at least go up from here.

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daisyxbuckley · 5 years ago

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O’Death//Calliope Kane Book 2

A/N: SOOO This is season two basically. Im currently in the middle of writing it so I will be updating every week hopefully. Message me if you want to be tagged! Also the song that I chose for this series is “O’Death” From the Until Dawn video game.

Description: The Grounders have been defeated. The people on the Ark have landed safely....so where is the rest of The 100? Calliope and her friends must work in a race against time to save everyone..no matter the cost.

@cxddlyash @stiles-o-dylan24 @n0rdicstar

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"O'death please spare me over another year..."

The yelling is what woke Callie up. She groaned at the thought of the camp being up so early when it felt like she got no sleep. Moving to roll over to tell them to keep it down, her eyes popped open at the feeling of weight on her. The sky above her was painted with deep reds and blues signaling the night coming, but that didn't explain the fact that she had dead weight on her.

Till she looked down and everything came rushing back to her.

Bellamy, the Grounders, the fight ...and Clarke shooting the rockets off. Grunting Callie shoved the dead Grounder off her body as she fought to stand up. Her head was killing her and when she pulled her hand away she noticed some blood. Finally able to stand up, Callie hissed at the pain that was in her leg and looked down and saw that she had a gash down her calf. Shaking her head, she lifted herself out of the foxhole that had protected her and started making her way back to camp. The voices could me the other 100 or more Grounders, either way the girl was ready.

Keeping her sword in her hand she kept her eyes open and looked around as the voices got closer. When they spoke again Callie was able to recognize one of them and her heart stopped.

"Dad!" She yelled limping towards the entrance to the camp. Coming up to the gate, she saw her dad standing there with a gun raised as well as a few others from the guard. "Dad!" She yelled again as she leaned against the gate. Marcus Kane's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his daughter. Her hair was blowing wild in the wind, clothes were torn and covered in blood that wasn't hers but she had the biggest smile on her face at the sight of her dad.

His face matched hers as he ran to take her into his arms. "Calliope, oh god. What happened?" He asked with worry in his voice as he checked her over. Looking down Marcus noticed her calf bleeding and got some cloth from his bag and had her sit while he wrapped the wound. Callie sighed at the weight that was starting to be lifted. Her dad was here...she didn't have to do this alone anymore.

"We tried so hard to make peace dad but we couldn't. They attacked and Clarke..." She said trailing off looking towards the ship. "Oh my god, everyone is in the drop ship. We have to get to them." She said standing up as she tried to take off.

"Cal, Cal stop. No one is there but Raven we already checked. Abby is with her now helping her." Marcus said looking at his daughter. His hand was on his shoulder stopping her from running forward.

"Then they were taken. Because when I was pushed into that foxhole they were safe." She said her eyes quickly scanning around. The pressure on her chest had returned and Callie was trying to hold it together. "Have you found anyone else?" She asked looking at her dad. Maybe there was some kind of hope left.

Marcus shook his head and sighed. "We have a few guards out looking but we haven't found anything yet." He said quietly.

Callie nodded as she looked away, hiding the tears that were threatening to spill. She didn't want her father seeing her break down, he saw that enough on the Ark. "Callie, we will find them. I promise." Marcus said putting an arm around his daughter and pulling her close. Callie nodded knowing he had no clue who the tears were really for.

The redhead just let her father hug her for a second before the other guards started yelling. "Hey! There's someone coming out of the tunnels." Callie looked over, her eyes filled with fear as she saw the movement. Her first thought was that the reapers had come back down to finish them off. She moved into an attack stance with her sword at her side, something her father didn't miss, and prepared to fight again.

When she saw the head of curly brown hair all the breath left her body and Callie felt weak. Bellamy and Finn emerged and her eyes met the chocolate ones that she fell in love with and the world just stopped.

Callie managed to put her sword back in the sheath that she had taken from the Grounder and started slowly walking towards the boys. She was scared that if she moved to quickly then they would both vanish and she would wake up alone.

"Bell..." She breathed out. Bellamy shot her that smirk that he had only for her and Callie took off running. The distance was short but to both of them it felt like forever as Bellamy started walking forward to meet her halfway. Callie's leg was screaming at her to stop but she ignored the pain by focusing on his face.

Bellamy stopped and held his arms open as the redhead jumped at the last second and he caught her after dropping his rifle. His hand went behind her head as his arm wrapped around her waist. Callie's feet were brushing the ground as her arms locked around his neck. She didn't think about what she did next. Callie didn't care that they weren't alone and that her dad was staring at them, she didn't care that everything was falling apart around them, all Callie knew was that he was okay.

Pressing her lips to him she smiled into the kiss when he returned it. Callie felt herself be lowered slowly to the ground without breaking it. Bellamy never let his lips leave the redheads till she pulled back herself. Moving the hair away from her face he smiled at her as she hugged him again.

"I thought I lost you." She whispered. The pain and fear from the past events was starting to evaporate with him standing there.

"Can't get rid of me that easy Red." He said echoing her words previously with a smile. "Although if this it the reaction I get every time I almost die then I should do it more often." Bellamy said chuckling as she pulled him closer to her.

"Don't you fucking dare." She said pressed against his chest. Pulling away she reached over and pulled Finn in for a hug as her father walked up behind the three.

Clearing his throat, Marcus glared at Bellamy as he stood next to his daughter. Bellamy tried to avoid his gaze but it wasn't working and he could feel himself starting to worry.

"We need to get back to Camp. Abby has to work on Raven and we need to be somewhere safe." He said as his eyes never left Bellamy.

Before Finn could ask about Raven a voice was speaking as a guard walked out of the dropship with someone. "It was insane, so much death." Callie and the boys turned towards it and Callie met the eyes of the last person that she wanted to be around. Murphy spotted them and looked a bit shocked to find them all staring at him.

Bellamy tensed next to Callie as he pushed her behind him. The last thing he wanted was to have her near that monster when he just got her back and safe. "Murphy. I'm going to kill you!" He yelled as he ran towards Murphy's shocked face. Callie reached out to stop him but she was too late as Bellamy was already on the boy and beating him into the ground.

"Bellamy stop!" Callie and Finn yelled as they both ran forward. Finn reached him first and tore him off Murphy as the guards helped Murphy up off the ground. Marcus walked over and slapped some cuffs on Bellamy's wrists and held his rifle ready.

"Dad what the hell?!" Callie asked trying to walk over to Bellamy. Marcus put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "We are not animals. We don't solve our issues with fighting." He spat out looking at the two boys.

"Sir, with all due respect, Bellamy had every right to go after Murphy. He tried to kill both he and Callie." Finn said stepping forward. "Those marks on Callie's neck aren't from Grounders. They are from Murphy."

Marcus looked over at is daughters neck and saw the black and purple bruises that looked about a day old. Glaring at Murphy he nodded to the guard to put cuffs on him too. "We will talk about this when we get back to camp."

Callie rolled her eyes as Abby made her way out to them. "Marcus we have to go. Raven isn't doing well." She said as Callie's eyes widened "Callie i'm going to need your help when we get back to camp." Abby said looking at her as the redhead nodded.

Kane nodded as Finn headed into the dropship to help get Raven. Callie walked over to where Bellamy was and put a hand on his arm and smiled. Walking up ahead next to her dad she chewed on her lip.

"So what's going on with you two?" Kane asked not looking at his daughter. Callie scoffed before looking at him. "You don't waste any time do you." She said, shaking her head. "Nothing really. And if something was going on with us, I'm a big girl dad. I can make my own choices."

"He shot someone Calliope. He shot the Chancellor." Marcus said finally looking at his daughter. "He didn't try and steal something or wasted air+6, he tried to kill someone."

"To save his sister." Callie said her voice rasing. "That you put away if I might add. He's not a bad guy dad. And he did a damn good job keeping us all alive. I would of been dead if it wasn't for him."

Bellamy watched Callie wave her hands as she spoke to her father up ahead. He knew that Kane wasn't happy with whatever was going on between him and his daughter, but Bellamy honestly didn't care. He knew that no matter what happened, if Callie was with him then he would be fine.

"I have never met a human more stubborn than Marcus Kane till his daughter came along." Abby said walking up next to the boy.

Bellamy laughed as he nodded. "I don't know, your daughter could give them a run for their money." He said. He saw her face fall when Clarke was mentioned. "Hey we are going to find her. If anyone can it's that girl up there." He said motioning to Callie.

After walking for about an hour, the group emerged from the trees to a huge camp in front of them. Marcus looked at his daughter as her eyes shifted around looking for threats.

"Welcome to Arcadia." He said as the gates opened and they walked through. Finn and Abby took Raven to the med bay and the guards started leading Bellamy and Murphy away. Callie was about to say something when she heard her name being called.

"Callie?" The redhead turned and saw the sandy blonde man walking towards her.

"James?" She asked as he got closer. "Oh my god, how are you here?" Callie asked him as she pulled him in for a hug.

"I guess I was lucky and ended up on the right ship down." James as laughing as he pulled back. Callie was about to say something when she caught Bellamy's eyes and saw the hurt that was automatically masked again.

"Callie, I need your help." Abby yelled. Callie nodded and started heading that way waving softly at James.

"I'll see you later, duty calls." She said laughing a bit and running towards med bay.

Yeah..this was about to get real complicated.

#bellamy blake #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake imagines #bellamy blake x oc #bob morley #bob morley x reader #the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 rewrite #the 100 x reader

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mrneighbourlove · 6 years ago

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Queen of the Red Sea: Beyond the Sea and Oceans

Gulper Bay was one of the biggest hotspots for pirate activity. A true wonderland for pirates, with trade able to be achieved in safety. Well, for the most part.

A bar fight broke out in good fun, a man flying across the floor. Landing at a Gerudo’s feet, he only saw a foot smack him in the face. The young woman laughed, and the bar gained a hardy laugh with her.

Captain Adda was the chieftain of the greatest band of Gerudo Pirates, hailing from the Great Bay of Termina. She was here today to let her crew enjoy a fun night after finding a huge cache of ancient jewels by fluke. Her real objective was a much greater treasure found in this sea. “Drinks for the man who can kick THAT guy’s ass!”

The poor large man got tackled by a bunch of other drunk men. Adda loved causing chaos here and there. Gerudo Pirates were getting drunk, trying to find suitable mates for the night. Wasn’t hard, as Gerudo were known to be exotic and rare, and the hormones of a man could easily be swayed. Adda kept away from any drink, at least for the moment. She wanted to be sober when she found her Voe.

Her first mate, a woman in big iron knuckle armour groaned in annoyance. “I hate this place. It stinks like piss.”

“Could be your attitude towards having fun. I’m ordering you to relax.”

“It’s my job to keep you safe Captain.”

“No Scarlet. Your job is one of three things. Find a guy to put a baby into you, find a buyer for all the loot we acquired, or three, get out of that heavy suit and get wasted on all the liquor here. Now go. You’re a buzzkill around me.”

Her bodyguard sighed and left her Captain to her own devices.

Captain Corsaire was in Gulper Bay to sell most of the loot he robbed from one of Danjur's cargo ships. After selling what he could, the pirate captain would then take the money and give it to his crew's family members and others in the kingdom who needed it more than he did. True, he did keep some for ship repairs and ammo, basic necessities as well, but most of the time, he kept very little for himself. His crew all knew his mission and were perfectly fine with being on the giving end instead of the receiving. After all, he had pulled all of them out of horrible situations and saw Corsaire as family. Tonight, he was treating his men to delicious tavern food, a game of darts, and a pint or two of the best beer of the seas.

"Cap'n," Rat approached Corsaire with some money earned by gambling on darts. Mojo and Juju never lost a game at darts, and to this day, still held their record. "You think we could use this to buy Seer some new boots? The ones he has are looking a little worn."

"Anyone else need anything?" Corsaire asked his quartermaster. "I think we've already stocked the kitchen."

"Acrobat's crutches have seen better days."

"All right, get him some new ones."

"We still have plenty leftover. Could buy your sisters something nice?"

"Nah, save it for the orphanage down the road." Corsaire took a sip of his drink. "Annie and Bonnie would rather have new seeds for their garden, I know how they are."

Adda noticed the freak with four arms first. That got her attention of the crew, lead by a scruffy looking rogue. Perhaps she’d test him out. Walking over she sat beside them with a devilish smile. “Hello boys. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here.”

"I don't reckon I've a-seen you either, miss." Rat was the utmost gentleman to women, even if that particular woman was a pirate. "Enjoying the bar?"

Pockets caught Adda staring and promptly blushed, turning his attention to Acrobat and insisting on a game of pool. The rigger saw his friend's problem, and entertained the notion of playing pool. Acrobat was painfully shy with women, considering he had four arms instead of the usual two. That, and he was a giant of a man, not many were bigger than him.

Corsaire, however, was not interested in Adda's playful nature and continued to write down the divisions of the loot in his small notebook.

“Thank you.” Adda didn’t like that Corsaire ignored her, so she decided to be a little playful. Turning her attention to Rat she tipped her hat. “You the Captain here? Look like a Captain. Tall, muscular, getting the deck scrubber to write out your notes.”

"No, Corsaire is the captain, I's the quartermaster."

"I don't need any of my brothers to write for me, especially considering that Seer cannot see." Corsaire did not even look up from his notebook. He nibbled at the end of his pen, thinking for a moment. If half the proceeds went to the orphanage, then he could take the other half and divide it between his men and their families with enough leftover for everything needed on the ship.

"The captain is a-little busy right now." Rat tried to turn Adda's attention somewhere else, knowing he hated to be bothered while running the numbers.

“What was your latest score?” Adda said, her gaze back on Corsaire.

"None of your business." Corsaire still ignored her. "Please leave, you're annoying me."

"Ah! Cap'n just wants to finish his a-work," Rat knew when his captain was starting to get in a bad mood. "You can talk to him a-later, hear the story of the kraken, and have drinks all a-round."

"Pretty lady no bother de captain when doing the numbers," Mojo told Adda as he tossed another dart into the bullseye. "He needs to think."

"And cal-cu-late." Juju had a thick accent just like his brother.

Adda raised an eyebrow at the brothers. Their accents were annoying. She looked back at Corsaire, her amusement starting to waver.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have come to a bar if you wanted to behave like a nerd and get your homework done. You have problems with doing numbers? Need the other kids to settle down so you can be a good boy? And a Kraken? You think killing some calamari is impressive to a lady?”

"I have problems doing numbers when a bitch with a mouth won't leave me alone when I'm clearly not interested in the booty she's so desperately trying to get me to fuck." Corsaire had lost his cool and shoved his notebook in his pocket. Standing from the table, he headed for the exit. "I'll be on the ship when you boys are done having a good time. Make sure you help Seer back to the docks."

"Oh sweet goddess of the seas," Rat took in a deep inhale. "Miss, I'll show you a-good time in the captain's absence, let me take you to the bar and buy you-a drink."

Adda glared at Corsaire now, more aware of the pistols at her side. She didn’t often let people insult her to her face sober. “I see you have a black spot on you. You lose any of your brothers in taking down a Kraken? Hear any of their bones crack and give a nice loud pop? That why you in a bad mood? Or you just a naturally born pussy with a splintered peg up your ugly ass.” She gave a chuckle, but it lacked any real humor in it. “And is sex the only thing you can naturally conclude? You’d be honoured to have sex with me, bitch. I suppose I’d have to find someone else to assist me in securing a legendary treasure.” Adda looked at Acrobat, giving a teasing smirk. “I think Mr. Goro here has a bigger brain than you on how to be smart around a lady who can carve and staple your face to a mast.”

The rest of the crew heard her mouth and instantly frowned. No one liked it when Corsaire was mocked about the kraken incident. Mojo and Juju stopped their game of darts as Acrobat and Pockets halted the shooting of pool. Seer, who was being seen to by Bomba, both looked up from their food. Rat, who had tried to be a gentleman before, was now angry. It was clearly seen on his face.

"Cap'n is a good man."

"More than you will evah be."

"Saved us, we his brothers!"

"And I-I-I'm not a G-G-Goro."

"Yeah, lady, don't call him names, it's bad enough you're staring."

"Cap'n only fucks a proper lady," Bomba zipped by Adda with a look up and down, and then turned his nose up. "Not one that smells of ass."

"Can we get out of here before someone gets killed?" Seer was dragged along beside Bomba, the blind man able to get around on his own, but it was difficult in small spaces with people.

Adda was surprised, a rarity for her. She looked over the crew that boldly spoke up to her. Akin to a shark, her eyes were still, like a doll’s eyes, the devil’s eyes. Her mind contemplated if this was an insult she would punish, or a joke that she could find enjoyable.

Looking these misfits over, and hearing Mojo’s accent again, she laughed. Her laugh echoed a young cockiness found only in Gerudo, and a dash of dark insanity, not unlike Ganondorf. Like a joke only she found was funny. “You are all an interesting bunch. Here.” She put a sack of extra jewels on the table and started to walk away. “Sorry for intruding on you and your merry men. Enjoy the entertainment around here. You’ve peeked my interest. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you. Or maybe I’ll just kill you.”

"Damn, Cap'n, she's a crazy bitch." Bomba whispered to Corsaire. "Why didn't ya just knock her lights out with dat arm of yours?"

"Because a whore like that isn't worth it." Corsaire gestured for his men to follow him out of the bar, leaving a generous tip for the barmaid. "She wanted to start something and I wasn't going to let her get the best of me."

"What should we a-do with the jewels?" Rat asked.

"Give them to the barmaid. She has three mouths to feed and her husband ran out on her." Corsaire instructed his quartermaster. "She could use it."

"Shall we get the sails ready, cap'n?" Acrobat inquired as he hobbled along with his crutches. "Go tonight?"

"No, we still have business tomorrow. Let's get some rest and I'll take first watch."

"As you say, cap'n."

Adda sat down, getting her first drink of the night. “What a mother fucker...”

Scarlet walked towards her, eyeing the crew as they left. “You want me to take care of them?”

“What? No, no.”

“But they insulted you!”

“People insult me all the time. I’m the Queen bitch of the seven seas....” She took a solemn drink at that.

Scarlet felt enraged. “I’m gonna knock his fucking teeth out.”

Adda shook her head. “Don’t. A crew of misfits isn’t worth the trouble. I think I’ll just forget about them. Need to focus on finding a dummy crew to help us with our main objective. We didn’t travel across the world to pick random fights with some losers.”

Scarlet ignored her, stomping over in her huge armour right up to Corsaire’s face. “Hey, you!”

"Cap'n doesn't want to be bothered right a-now, thank you." Rat stood in the armored woman's way. "Leave him alone, and go back to your leader, miss."

"She sounds really heavy." Seer noticed the clanking of metal. "What in the seven seas is she wearing?"

"It's a b-b-big suit of ar-armor." Pockets told the man. "Like someth-thing you'd see at a c-castle."

"She gave you her time you assholes. She's the Chieftain of the last great Gerudo tribe left. Show some respect to her. She deserved her spot at the top, fought for it fairly. AND she smells wonderful, unlike you, you tiny bandana wearing, ugly tanned grease ball." Stabbing her words carefully, she turned and gave a low growl like a panther towards Bomba on that last comment. Adda rolled her eyes and continued her drink. Scarlet liked to be her hype-woman, whether she wanted it or not. "So, when my Captain gives you a proposition for business, sex, or whatever the hell else she wants, you can at least give her your time to listen."

Adda touched her own Bandana under her hat. Scarlet wasn't the most observant, or smartest. She turned her attention to the bar fight she instigated, still raging on.

"Cap'n Corsaire doesn't have to give anyone his time." Bomba huffed, puffing up his chest like a turkey. The teenager wasn't the brightest of the bunch and was pulled back by Rat. "I'll have you know, you metal lunk, that no one gets respect just because of some damn title and a nice pair of titties!"

"She does have big boobies." Mojo muttered to his brother.

"Aye, dat she does." Juju nodded.

Rat tossed Bomba over his shoulder before the kid got his head knocked off his shoulders.

"Listen, lassie, we don't want any trouble." Rat was trying to be the peacemaker, but it was proving to be a difficult task. "Kindly go back to ye boss, and leave us be. I'm saying this politely, because you a-know nothing of the cap'n."

Using his crutches, Acrobat nudged at her leg and pushed aside.

"Come on guys, the women have ruined the buzz at this bar." He hobbled down the steps with Pockets following after him. "Some ruin it for the rest of us, I swear."

"You were doing... doing g-g-g-ood at pool this t-time!" Pockets agreed as he helped his friend with the stairs. "Some p-p-people like her and the other... other lady are just... m-mean!"

"If your boss wants a man, there's a brothel that way." Seer pointed down the wrong street.

"Other way, Seer."

"That direction, excuse me."

All the while, Corsaire was groaning internally, just wanting to be left alone.

If Scarlet wasn’t pissed before, the blind man did it for her now. No one, no one, made a comment about their crew and a brothel under any circumstance. The Iron Knuckle gave the blind man a sucker punch to the face. “You calling us prostitutes?! You’re fucking dead!”

Adda looked over, watching her first mate grab Bomba up high over her head to throw at Rat. “Oh fucking hell…”

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, HE'S BLIND!!!" Corsaire jumped into action as Rat caught Bomba and set the teenager on his feet. Seer was out cold from the punch, his nose spurting blood. Pockets grabbed the downed cook and kept Acrobat behind him. Mojo and Juju drew their pistols and were ready to shoot. Before Scarlet could throw a punch at Rat for being distracted with Bomba, Corsaire caught one of the Iron Knuckles' fists with his metal arm, the clang echoing through the bar. "I don't know what your problem is, or your damn boss', but you do not hit Seer!!! You can hit me as much as you like, but you don't attack my brother who cannot see!" With that, he swung with his free hand, catching her in the jaw. "I'll fucking kill you if you touch him again. You won't hurt him, no one will ever hurt him again, he's suffered enough!"

"He wasn't insinuating anything, you stupid bitch!" Bomba hollered. "He was just giving directions, all women go to find male prostitutes around here!"

"Cap'n, calm down!" Seer exclaimed as he groaned, holding his nose. Pockets managed to shake him awake. "I'm okay!"

"We're leaving. Now." Corsaire ordered his men. "Let's find Seer a doctor."

"Cap'n, I'm okay---"

"Doctor. No bickering."

"... fine."

With that, the crew headed into town in search of a healer.

Scarlet grabbed Rat by the shirt, throwing him to the side. With a growl she put her helmet on. “I gave you a handicap. My mistake. You insulted my sister again and again. I’m going to collect a cup of blood from you for every insult you threw.” She measured a litre with her hands. The ironed giant threw a heavy swing at the old gladiator.

"Damn it, woman, what is your problem?!" Rat caught the swing and stopped Scarlet's movements. "Leave us alone!"

Mojo and Juju had had enough of this ignorance. While Rat caught the swing, Mojo let off one bullet, nicking Scarlet's head to get her attention, the helmet ringing like crazy, while Juju scraped her hand with a bullet. "Look, they miss... on purpose, lady. The next one will be in your head."

"I'll ask only once more or I'll give my men permission to take you down." Corsaire glared at Scarlet as he held Seer around the shoulders. "Leave us alone."

“Go to fucking-“ A shot rang out from Adda’s gun, ricocheting off Scarlets armour, the bullet going past Corsaire’s nose. Adda clicked the second shot ready to go in a instant. “Scarlet! What did I say!”

“But, Captain, they-“ A second shot ran off, into the one exposed part of her armour around her thigh. Scarlet cried out as she dropped down. “I don’t want to hear another goddamn ‘but’ out of you. I told you to leave them alone. You disobeyed an order and got into a fight, where you most likely would have gotten killed. But worse, you damaged my authority by disobeying me. You showed others that you don’t respect my leadership.”

Scarlet was crying now from all the pain, as well as disappointing Adda. “N-no Captain. I’m sorry. I just wanted to make them understand.”

“Understand what? That our crew goes around beating the shit out of cute blind men? What’s next, deaf elderly?”

“T-they insulted you.”

Adda shakes her head. “And it’s my call if I want to tear all four arms off the stuttering man or make a skin carpet out of the albino. You do not act out of term. Now I have to deal with the ‘code’, on why a gun fight broke out on ‘neutral ground’. Maybe even get exiled from this particular port. And that’s on you.”

“A-are you going to kill me?”

Adda tapped her gun. It was just her, Scarlet, and Corsaire’s crew watching. “No. Not today. But don’t you ever disobey me again. Now pick yourself up, apologize, stop sobbing, go find yourself a medic, and go back to the ship.”

Scarlet nodded, saying sorry over and over to each crew member. As she hobbled off, Adda twirled her gun back into her holster. “Apologies for your blind Voe’s injury. We can talk about his medical bill in the morning. See you around....”

As the two woman left, Adda sighed. “What the hell were you thinking girl?”

“I’m sorry Captain…”

“It’s ok. Let’s get you patched up…”

The crew felt their adrenaline drop as the Gerudo walked off. Bomba expressed the feeling in the air perfectly.

“What the HELL just happened here?”

It was an eventful night to say the least. After taking Seer to the doctor, where it was confirmed that he had a broken nose, the crew returned to the ship. After seeing Seer to bed to rest and recover, the rest of the men agreed to get some sleep while the captain took first watch. It was the first night in port in weeks, and the crew were more than ready to rest. As the men retired to their beds, Corsaire sat on the ledge while playing his harmonica. It was a quiet night and the stars were absolutely stunning. He blew a note or two and then leaned back against the rigging. Sighing, the captain traced the constellations with his fingers as he hummed.

"Dark and dangerous, deep and low,

Whispers of a treasure trove,

The sea witch and her serpent show,

To drag you to hell below.

Krakens, maelstroms, the witch's sea,

Hear my cry, hear my plea,

Water spirit of my dreams,

Take me home, on the blue wave's gleam."

Adda felt an odd sense of guilt. She should of approached finding help more directly. But pirates, let alone her, don’t ask for help outright. They need to be smart, manipulative. But in doing so she might have caused more trouble than she wanted. After calming Scarlet down from her wounds and knowing the rest of her crew were settled for the night, she asked around and took some bottles with her as she walked down the docks. The stars were indeed beautiful, and she needed some fresh air. Hearing the harmonica as she approached, she chuckled. Of course, the gruff rogue was a musician. She started to swagger up to the draw bridge to Corsaire’s deck.

"Oh fucking hell, no." Corsaire saw Adda trying to walk up the draw bridge and promptly jumped off the rigging onto the wobbly plank. The board bounced from his added weight and he had his hand on his pistol. He was ready for a fight if there was going to be one. "There ain't no way in the water spirit's good name that I'm letting the likes of you on me ship!" He glared at Adda. "Seer already has a broken nose, I ain't letting anyone else of me mates get hurt because someone doesn't like to be ignored." The captain always had his crew's interest at heart. "What do you want? I have half a mind to give you a broken nose, but I don't start fights with ladies unless I have to."

Adda steadied herself on the board, a little wobbly from a head start of drinking. She was a heavy weight, but if she wasn’t careful, she could fall into the water. “I came here to offer you a drink. I asked around and was told you’re a man of fine rum. Until I was told you’d rather enjoy whisky. So I brought both. As my way of saying sorry for the unnecessary trouble I brought. Think of this as wanting to restart a first impression.” She took out two thick bottles, a rum and whisky in each hand.

"...?" Corsaire was a little taken aback. He was not expecting this brash woman to come with drinks, much less offer an apology of sorts. Maybe someone knocked her silly or she was drunk. He was not sure what to think. "While I appreciate the offer of alcohol, I won't drink when I'm on watch. My brothers count on me." The captain declined the drink and then said, "However, that doesn't mean I cannot enjoy it later. If it doesn't offend your senses, I'll keep my whisky for a more appropriate time."

“Is the password ‘please’ for me to come aboard?” She said as she wiggled both bottles.

"Me ship's a jealous mistress, lass." Corsaire then gestured to the docks. "She's not called the Sea Witch for nothing. You think I want to risk her wrath?"

“Awwww, she can’t fit in another woman? Never know, she might like it~” Adda toned it down a little. “I’m not gonna hurt any of your brothers. Both them and my girls should be able to rest easy tonight. Now can I come aboard?”

"No." Corsaire was not buying into her attempt at flirting. When she asked again to come aboard, this time more serious, he crossed his arms, debating for a moment. Finally, he relented, begrudgingly, simply because she brought a peace offering. Snatching the whisky, he said, "On deck only."

“Got it. Want to pull up the bridge? Can help you relax more.” Adda walked up around the deck, feeling the wood below her. “Any story behind this Sea Witch? It see a dreaded battle? Acquired from a deal with an actual sea witch?”

"Nay, I leave it in case we need to exit in a hurry. Can't jump overboard with Seer, he cannot see where to swim, and Acrobat can't swim due to his legs." Corsaire did not have any chairs on deck so he simply pulled up a barrel for Adda to sit upon for the time being. "I built this ship with my quartermaster after my run-in with“...I’m sorry about making that crack at you. I was pissed that I hadn’t gained your attention. I know my own grievances about sea monsters....” Adda sat down and popped open the rum for the two of them. the kraken. Named her after the dreaded sea witch that took down me mentors."

“I’m sorry about making that crack at you. I was pissed that I hadn’t gained your attention. I know my own grievances about sea monsters.” Adda sat down and popped open the rum for the two of them.

"Some believe the story and others don't. It's not up to me whether the landlubbers think the Kraken is real or not." Corsaire took a spot on the opposite barrel. "I know it's real and I know better now than to ever mess with one of its kind again."

“I’d believe your tale if you’d believe mine. Why’d you fight a Kraken anyways? Was there a woman, a treasure, glory...or just in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

"Treasure and greed, lassie." Corsaire was honest, he saw no reason to lie. "Took me first crew to its lair, thought the story was a bunch of hogwash. Rat was the only sensible one to stay away. Took one of the lifeboats off the ship and stayed outside the cave." He chuckled halfheartedly. "That's the only time he ever disobeyed me. I lost me crew, lost me arm, but I blew that son of a bitch to kingdom come."

“So you actually killed your monster. Admirable. You feed the squidy some firepower?” Adda had a laugh, pouring them two drinks.

"Nah, it actually was devouring the first ship I stole." Corsaire shook his head at the drink, knowing he was on duty. "Several boxes of gunpowder fell into its mouth. I shot the box before it could eat me."

“Good thinking. Shame about your crew. They die quickly though?”

"Some drowned, some were crushed, and others were eaten." Corsaire shuddered to think about it. "Didn't really know the men, just said they could have whatever they could carry if we succeeded in finding the treasure. Rat rowed me back to land before I died and bargained for me this arm." He pulled off his glove, showing his metal fingers and wriggled them. "Some islander magic”, he said. “Lor-Lee-Li something... found it in a market and bought it for me."

“That’s the arm you threatened to punch me with hon?” Adda examined it, trailing her fingers down his mechanical bicep. “Nice craftsmanship.”

"It's not for sale, if that's what you're going to ask next." Corsaire snorted as she touched the metal, not able to sense her touch with the fake limb. "All I know is Rat said it was elemental magic from some island. Won't melt, won't break, just needs a good cleaning here and there." He put his glove back on his hand. "Banthorarium I think it was called."

“Don’t want to buy it. Now, my brave little Captain, it’s my turn to tell a story.” Adda stood up, taking another drink. “You ever hear of the infamous narrow trench?”

"Aye, I have. Sirens be there." Corsaire nodded.

“To us Gerudo, the charms of a siren are lost on us. But that is not the danger that concerned me was there. In this trench, in order to pass through, you must negotiate a narrow strait. Let me ask you a question Captain. Given the option, would you take a route that would chance either complete survival or complete destruction of you, your ship and crew, or take a choice to willingly sacrifice a member of your crew, but guarantee the rest of you and the surviving crew safe passage?”

"My crew, me mates, are my brothers." Corsaire told Adda as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the other barrels. "They'd lay down their lives for me and I'd do the same for them. I'd never willingly sacrifice one. We'd take the risk; all together alive or die together."

“HA! So you’d take the choice I didn’t make.” Adda looked back at the stars. “When I first became Captain, I took my crew on a large expedition, stealing from some rich snobs. They sent a navy after us, so I decided to take a quick shortcut to avoid capture. I was previously told of the story of Scylla and Charybdis. Scylla was a six headed sea monster who would eat members of ships that passed by. Charybdis was an even fiercer entity, who used hurricanes and whirlpools to swallow whole ships. On the left side of the ship we saw the storms. On the right, calmer waters. I took the crew through the right path. Like hell was I going to take us through the storm. Yes, I had a chance for all of us to survive, but we might have all died as well. Besides...” Adda took her sword out and made fancy sword play. “We were badass Gerudo warriors! The deadliest female crew of pirates to ever live! We could take down a monster of the physical flesh.” She stabbed her sword into her sheath, shrugging her shoulders. “Oh how wrong I was. Scylla shot forth from the water’s depths. It had this terrifying appearance. I could make out what was once human, I think. It was so uncanny. It shot forward, eating two crew members immediately. It just kept chewing them, slowly. The screams....god those screams.” Adda took another swig of her rum. “We fired enough cannon fire at the other heads and used our might to stay alive, but they just wouldn’t die. That was when the monster started attacking my ship, pushing it towards the left part of the straight towards Charybdis. It wouldn’t be denied it’s meal. So.... I made a choice. I shot four of my members in the feet and back. Scylla accepted the offering and ate them. With all six of her heads fed, she let us through. I had to make a sacrifice, right on the spot at such a young age.” Adda relaxed onto the barrel again. “Now, whenever I have to go through there again, I make sure I have the right sacrifices. I don’t want to sacrifice my sisters ever again.”

"Captains make mistakes and we pay for it then or later. It will always haunt us." Corsaire knew that at the time, Adda did what she felt she had to do to ensure the survival of the majority of her crew. "Once, I might have made the choice you did if I ended up like my mentors. They started out on a good path... but by the end were lying, kidnapping, murdering rapists." He recalled the faces of the captain brothers, Azir and Hizir. "My own brother fell under their impression and he, too, lost his life by the sea witch along with our mentors. Perhaps if I had simply dragged my brother off their ship, he'd still be with me... or not. I'll never know for sure." He shrugged slightly, and then added, "But what I do know is no captain is perfect. I've made plenty of mistakes, mistakes that cost me and my crew. Yet, through the maelstroms of it all, they've stuck with me. I couldn't ask for a better band of brothers."

“You think you’re a good man? Above your mentors? Me? Or any other pirate?” Adda asked in a good tongue and cheek, philosophical way.

"No." Corsaire answered honestly as he fixed his tilted hat. "But I try to be the good man my crew thinks I am."

“That’s cute. You’re cute.” Adda sat her drink down. “I saw that you gave the jewels I presented to you to that single barmaid. That’s very....charitable. Why do you do it? And please don’t tell me it was out of the good of your heart. Everyone has an ulterior motive....you like her?”

"Dahlia has three kids, young ones with mouths to feed." Corsaire told Adda, having seen the little ones in the bar before when the babysitter dropped them off for the barmaid. "I know what it is like to be hungry, and no, Dahlia doesn't interest me in that way. Her focus is her children, the way it should be." He explained to Adda. "True, I could have used the jewels for my ship's necessities, or I could have spent it for Seer's nose. Yet, the money had needs elsewhere and I have the ability to pickpocket, raid, or steal whenever I please. Miss Dahlia does not."

“Ha. Never said if you like her you devil.” Adda took her hat off, followed by taking Corsaire’s off with a quick snag. Her long beautiful red hair flowed in the wind. Taking a breath of the sea she smiled at the Voe. “The sea is calming, isn’t it. I got another peace offering for your crew, if you’re interested.”

"I admire her, but romantic interest? No." Corsaire knew the woman would not shut up until he answered. "If it's more alcohol, I'm sure they'll oblige."

“I’m not flirting myself when I say this, but when’s the last time you or your men have had sex?”

"That... is something I actually do not keep track of with my men." Corsaire snorted, trying to hold back a laugh. "As for myself, it's usually the last time we're in port."

“This would be to make up for the fighting and have you not make any report against me. But I could persuade my crew to mingle with your crew. Nice environment, safety, few drinks here and there. Some of my own crew has been blue balled, even tonight.” She gave a chuckle. “Go really easy on the shy guys in your crew. Give them a night they wouldn’t forget. Hell, they could even pick out who they’d like. Just don’t make any comments about whores, prostitution or brothels, and it could be a fun time for all. How’s that sound?”

"Pfffffttt..." Corsaire had to hold back a laugh at her phrasing, knowing it was rough to have a declination of intercourse. "Pockets and Seer are the two most shy men on ship, but Pockets is the shiest man on the planet, I swear, he turns red if a lady holds his hand!"

“How much you bet he’d faint in one of my girls’ arms as they carried him off to bed~” Adda stifled a loud laugh she wanted to get out of her system.

"Oh, there's no need to bet, he fainted when a lady kissed his cheek for carrying her groceries!" Corsaire tried to keep his snickers to a minimum. "He's got a pure heart, that's for sure."

“Then you won’t object to the offer.” Adda put on his hat. Turned out to be a very good fit.

"Object to..." Corsaire paused his words as the lady adjusted his hat. Why did the women always go for his hat? Was it a secret kink among the girls or something? He cleared his throat, deciding to play dumb. "What offer?"

Adda walked around him, trailing a finger under his chin. “The type where after we undress you of your clothing and have our fun, we get to keep a trinket or cloth to remember you by.” She gave a hardy grin, feeling the rim of his hat and ready to move if he grabbed for it. “Think I’d keep your hat. Add a peacock feather to it!”

"You have a very descriptive definition of fun." Corsaire chuckled as she tried to tempt him and then stood. "And I'd sooner let you keep me treasure," He placed his hands on her hips, one running up her back, getting closer, lips almost touching. "then keep me hat." With a quick tip of his fingers, he flipped the hat off her head onto his.

Adda allowed him to lay his hands on her. They were firm. "I could settle for that too. I like this look...." One hand held him by the belt, the other firmly holding his back.

"Though... my crew, they get a touch lonely too, you know." Corsaire nearly jolted when she squeezed his ass. "We could always arrange for somewhere more so... suited for nightly activities."

"I know a proper quiet hotel on this island. I can get us all some nice quarters. Or just settle for staying on my ship~" She grinned as his face crumbled for a moment at her squeeze. She reached down and squeezed the front of his pants too. "You know, usually I challenge men to a sword fight, cut their pants down and make them submit. All I had to do was walk onto your ship and you were mine!"

Corsaire was not exactly a fan of submitting to a woman he did not know. For all he knew, this could be a trick to slit his throat after the deed was done. He had heard of some women seducing men, then killing the poor sap, and taking off with all the money. He was about to nicely decline the offer of meeting on a turf she knew when he heard footsteps coming up from the cabins.

"Captain?" It was Seer. What was he doing up this late? "I sense someone else on the boat."

Adda was like a cat when it came to having sex with men. When she was hungry, she'd consume as many as she could. If they were especially tasty looking they were hers. The Captain liked to play with them before digging in as well. People were consumables to her. Be it for money, sex, or just an able body to use. And seeing the blind man come up, she gave a smile, wrapping an arm around Corsiare's shoulder, standing side by side with him. "Hello there dear. Seer was it? Glad to see you up and about after that little scuffle earlier evening."

"...? Wait... you're the lady from earlier this evening. The one that smells like brimstone and metal." Seer wondered why Corsaire allowed her on the ship. “What was going on? ... I'd prefer not to be punched again."

"No, no, the lady is just here for an apology." Corsaire quickly told Seer, taking this chance to turn from Adda and check on his crew member. "You should be resting."

"I was... until I sensed her."

"I'm here for your whole crew my man. By next week I won't even be in this particular ocean. Felt wrong not to give you and the rest of your brothers a.... proper apology." She slowly trailed a finger down his open upper chest. "Corsaire, why don't you wake the crew. It's not even midnight yet."

"Um... whole crew?" Seer repeated her words, not understanding what she meant until that finger traced down his chest. His white skin turned bright red in the cheeks. Usually women were not so forward with him unless she had a kink of some kind. "M'am, you know, that's mighty kind of you, but I'm sure a nice lady like yourself has a more suitable bed... partner..."

"Seer, are you seriously being shy when the lady is interested in you?" Corsaire knew the man was a touch shy, but then again, he always was very tipsy when he ended up in bed with another lady. "Just say hello before you go straight for the boobs, okay?"

"I did not---!!!"

"You were tipsy that one time and told a lady she had a fantastic pair of tits. I thought you were going to get slapped but she actually liked that."

"Depends on the woman." Adda trailed a finger down the side of Seer's cheek. "You were right Corsaire, he is a shy one. Give me a moment with him while you get the rest of your boys?"

"I think they'll definitely take you up on your offer." Corsaire laughed the way Seer kept turning so red. "Now, be nice to Seer. He's not normally one to flirt with ladies until he's had a few."

"Captain!!!" Seer protested. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm helping you get laid, I'll be back in a second... or minutes..."

Watching Corsaire go below deck, Adda gave a chuckle. "You seem like a nice kid. How old are you?" The poor man felt himself be pulled waist to waist with the tall Gerudo Captain. She wasn't a massive giant like some of her tribe, but at just over six feet, she was peak to most average men. Luckily, Seer matched her in height.

"Um... I really don't know?" Seer answered honestly with a sheepish grin as she pulled him close. "I think I'm around maybe twenty-two... or twenty-three. Maybe older, maybe younger, I'm not sure."

"Twenty-Five myself. I think you're cute. Sorry my best friend punched you in the face. I heard the blind have the rest of their senses heightened." Her hands held his sides for support as she leaned in to give him a deep kiss. Her lips were like strawberries, her breathe fresh and savoury.

Seer was nearly at full attention from that deep kiss. Other senses being heightened, Adda was definitely right about that. Perhaps he was a little too eager when turned on, simply picking Adda up underneath her ass and feeling that glorious backside.

Adda had the booty and the rack to bring heaven to any man. She lathered her tongue with him, pulling away for the tease. "So tell me, how did THAT feel~"

"I'm not sure I have the proper words for it, but I think I'm going to settle with amazing for right now." Seer said breathlessly. "I'd like for it to happen again."

"Alright. You want to wait for your brothers to wake up or do you want to get out of here now~?" Adda tugged at his belt, a Cheshire grin on her face.

"You know I can't see, right?" Seer liked to use a little jest here and there. "You'll definitely have to 'lead' the way."

"Then let's go~" Adda held his hand down to the docks and whistled for her ride. A gerudo on a mechanical skid boat steered in. It was made of Termina technology. Simple for quick on the shore transport, and easily attachable to the main ship. "Easy steps honey."

Once in the boat Adda sat him down, taking her own seat beside him. "Hold onto me tight, ok~"

"Oh sweet Water Spirit..." Seer nearly cursed under his breath as the boat moved so suddenly. The noise was rattling in his ears and he felt a little uneasy by all the metal. He was used to Corsaire's ship. The cook gripped Adda a little tightly.

Adda saw Corsaire getting up onto the deck again, waving him goodbye. “Too slow~ Meet you at my ship! You can’t miss it!”

Giving a laugh she held the nervous cook back.

Once the boat slowed, Seer felt like he could breathe much easier. His senses were not being rattled. Corsaire and the rest of the crew would be along soon enough. Though he was not exactly sure what this captain saw in him.

The small speedboat pulled up to its destination. Her ship was unlike many in this ocean. It was large, made of metal, yet floated with grace. It was painted to look like black charcoal wood, and the sails had a magical shimmer to them. Her flag was an old Gerudo symbol, forgotten to even her. To Adda, it looked cool and held significance that marked it as her own. As the small speed boat was pulled up to the side of the ship, Adda stepped onto the large open deck, and her crew cheered.

“Captain! You did it!”

“Others coming?”

“Ooooo, he looks cute~”

“That the guy Scarlet punched? Poor lad.”

“Can we share him?”

Adda waved both her hands downwards to silence them. “Ey! The other boys should be on their way. This handsome fellow is mine though. So is their Captain if he has the balls to challenge me. Come on Mr. Cook. I’ll walk you up to my quarters.”

There were so many women, too many women. Seer gulped down his nervousness as the women pawed at him, feeling their touchy feely hands. He nearly jumped out of his skin as one groped his backside. What fresh hell had Adda brought him into now? Thankfully, the captain told the rest of the women to back off as she led him to her quarters.

“You don’t get off on drugs do you?”

"No! No drugs!" Seer reacted negatively to the mention of any substance. He shook his head insistently. "No drugs, or I go."

Adda squeezed his hand. “Good. Means that I don’t have to worry about some junkie not wanting to focus on me or trying anything stupid.” Adda opened the door to her quarters for Seer. First room was an office, with trophies all over the walls. Second room was her bedroom. The bed was a King Sized mattress with the softest sheets and blankets Seer had ever felt when she sat him down. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”

"8 steps... from the door to this room and... 10 steps to the bed." Seer counted as a habit. He knew every inch of Corsaire's ship, and this was foreign territory. Once Seer felt the sheets, his hands carefully smoothed the material before sitting on the mattress. "You know, I'm not usually the pick of the litter, if you know what I mean." His head turned in her direction.

“You mentioned that. You got self-esteem issues?”

"Not really, I don't mind being blind." Seer admitted. "I'm just curious as to why."

“I can tell when a man doesn’t want it. Your Captain was chivalrous, but it seemed he wasn’t into me. His loss....and your gain.”

"All the men have their particular tastes." Seer told Adda. "You, however, I think will be all right because... you smell nice."

A knock came at her door, Scarlet’s nervous voice calling out. “Captain. The rest of the men arrived.”

“Ey! Seer. Wait right here. Just want to settle your brothers in.”

Adda walked to the quarter deck, a lot of the Gerudo woman eyeing Corsaire and his men. “Hello boys. Welcome aboard!”

Once the men were on the ship, Corsaire had to admit it was a nice setup.

Hard drinks, fine wines, and other fruity beverages had been set up. Adda shook Corsaire’s hand. “Your lad’s waiting on me, so let’s make this quick. No one does anything stupid, like kleptomania. Besides, you don’t want to steal from a band of thieves. Two, play nice, and we’ll treat you nice~”

"Pirates stealing from other pirates sounds like a bad story." Corsaire told Adda with a small smirk. "We'll keep this civil."

“Good.” She gave his side a tap, and spun around to address the crews of both crew. “Alright ladies! You wanna have fun!?”

“YEAH!!!” The cry echoed the night. Adda dramatically spun to the men, snapping her fingers with a pose. She had a flare for the dramatic. “What about you Gentlemen!?”

They gave a hell yes right back. This was certainly going to be an interesting night. All the men seemed eager to get to know and romance the ladies before finding a potential bedmate.

Adda pointed to Rat, giving Scarlet a big smack on the ass. Her first mate yelped, blushing red in the face. “What about you two? Maybe take some time making up for earlier tonight?”

“C-captain? You don’t need to-“

“Phhhhhh I insist. It will be good for you Scarlet.”

Scarlet was dumbstruck, slowly turning to Rat. “H-hi....sorry for picking a fight.”

"...? Me?" Rat pointed to himself when Adda suggested he hook up with Scarlet. "I'm very a-flattered, but tis the ladies' job to chose her partner."

"Pfffttt," Corsaire tried to keep from laughing at Rat's surprised face. "Just go with it for once, Rat."

Adda pushed Scarlet towards Rat, and the two of them started to slowly talk. Adda winked to Corsaire. “I’d offer a room, but I get the feeling you’re not into Queens when you see one~”

"All men have certain preferences, Adda, you can't fault me for that." Corsaire chuckled half-heartedly. "I think your girls and my crew will have a good time."

“Well, one day you’re gonna kick yourself in the ass for not being with a beautiful Gerudo when you find one. And with how the population is, you might never get the chance again. Have fun regardless. There’s an empty room you can stay in. That is unless you change your mind~”

Adda pulled him close for a quick teasing peck on the lips, walking back to her bedroom.

Her crew was having the time of their lives with Corsaire’s crew. The men were so charming, some even funny. With poor timid Pockets, a group took their time coaxing him into a good time. But now it was Adda’s turn to enjoy her chosen prey. Taking off her clothes, she smiled down at Seer. It was a damn shame he couldn’t see anything. Took the fun out of an exotic and slow strip tease, but she supposed it couldn’t be helped. “I hope I didn’t tease you too long with the wait.”

"No," Seer was feeling the embroidery on the sheets. He had never learned to read or write, but could recognize certain letters from his years with Corsaire. Brail books were rare, and the few that he had on the ship were the courtesy of his captain trying to teach him how to read. This language, however, he did not know. "What does it say?"

“It means Power. For the Gerudo, Power became synonymous with the Gerudo King of Hyrule, Ganondorf. The tribes of Termina have luckily never met him, because I imagine if we did, we’d be challenged, and either wiped out, or forced to obey him. Being Captain means I am the Chieftain of the Terminia Gerudo Pirate Clan. So as far as I am concerned, I am the Queen to my people just as he was King. I am Power itself.”

She gripped his shirt, and with a solid pull, tore it in two with a loud rip of the fabric. Men usually loved this move or were terrified by it. Regardless, it got Adda off. What held Adda’s interest, was that she was intrigued by Seer being invested in her culture, as little as he could be though.

"Whoa!" Seer was certainly surprised by her simply ripping open his shirt. That was not a move he expected. Though she was a pushy woman and got what she wanted from the sound of it. He was not as buff as some of the other men like Rat or Pockets, but still possessed a good amount of lean muscle.

“Scarlet’s punches are like kitten swipes compared to me. It’s all about how you apply yourself. Now, let’s get the rest so you can match me~” With a purr, Adda took down his pants. Eyeing him over now, he was a very pretty sight. His white skin, coupled with a slimmer body and beautiful dark hair made him an ideal candidate for the pirate. “You want me to describe myself to you? I promise it’s all truth~”

"I'll take your word for it, but I wouldn't want to test it to find out." Seer jested in good humor at Adda's statement. He had been punched once today and that was plenty enough in his book. "Why describe when I can just feel?" His hands carefully found her warm skin. Though his fingers did not go down to her backside, rather up to her face. His calloused fingers gently traced over her jawbone and around her features, feeling the area around her nose and her soft lips. One finger twirled around a lock of her hair, feeling the silky texture. "Warm... and soft."

Adda was expecting him to get touchy as she leaned closer, but she was taken aback by him slowly exploring her face and hair. “Why are you feeling up there?”

"I want to 'see' how you look." Seer explained to the captain. "A female's anatomy is pretty much the same with just a variance in size... but the face, that's the true treasure." The blind man's fingers then slowly left her face. "I can picture what you look like in my mind with my hands. I can sense what you're like by how you smell, the sound of your walk, how words flow from your mouth, the grin with your laugh... it's not too hard to know you're beautiful despite not being able to see."

Adda’s bravado and spunk was gone for a moment in time. In her place was a young woman completely moved by Seer’s words. Her faced softened, and her eyes grew with wonder. How long had it been since someone had spoken to her that way? Too long, too long indeed. Coming back to reality, she held him close. “Trust me when I say this. I think I really like you Seer.” With a deep kiss, the Gerudo woman straddled him, followed by the most passionate night of the man’s life.

The night had been glorious for all the men onboard. Gerudo woman came in a variety of charms, and excelled at their beauty. Sleeping with Rat, Scarlet was happy being cozy in the giant mans arms, having never been with someone so big before, and in more ways than one.

The man who had the most fulfilling night though was undeniably Seer. He experienced sober love making like never before. Adda was fiery, tight, and gave him everything a man could want in a passionate night. They had to have kept going even as everyone else went to bed. Filthy with sweat and other nightly coatings, Adda was the first to wake.

Seer had proven quite capable in bed and, in the privacy of her own quarters, she allowed herself to stew on his kindness. It was rare, and something she forgot existed. In this kill or be killed world, it would no doubt get him killed, but she thought it was sweet nonetheless. Her naked body felt so sensitive, even now as she brushed against him. “You beautiful Voe... maybe I can talk to your Captain about you staying on my ship....”

Adda was shocked by herself at muttering such words. He was good, in so many ways, but she wasn’t going to so easily give up her heart for any Voe.

"I appreciate your thoughtfulness," Seer was laying there with his eyes closed, still not wanting to move from the bed. He was comfortable, warm, and these sheets were a slice of heaven. Not to mention, he was not quite ready to leave the company of the beautiful captain. "Though I cannot leave Captain Corsaire, not after all he's done for me. I think you are very lovely, Adda, yet I am not ready to leave just yet. I hope you understand."

Adda was glad he couldn’t see her flare up in embarrassment. “You... weren’t supposed to hear that.”

"I'm blind, Adda, not deaf. Or have you forgotten from having your mind blown last night?" Seer grinned, only teasing in good humor. "... I think I can even hear your face turning red from all the blood rushing to your cheeks."

“Oh shut up.” She crawled on top, giving him a deep kiss. For an extra tease she rubbed her body against him. “I was the best damn experience you ever had~”

His white skin was stained red from multiple love bites, and his hips bruised from the more physical aspects of the night. Adda was incredibly proud of the canvas she painted.

"Love making, yes. Wrestling? I think Rat might have you beat on that." Seer snickered as Adda's warm body pressed against his own. "There is something to be said about all those nips you gave me. I think you definitely hold the record for that, my lady."

“Good.” Her hand trailed his shaft when she heard a knock at her door. With a grin, she held his hand to get one more touch of her perfect breasts. “Mmmm, stay here.”

Getting up, she quickly put on the bare clothing she needed with some baggy pants, a bra, and her hat. Opening the door, she smiled at Corsaire. She hoped he would be jealous. “Ey Cap. Here to check in on your lad?”

"I'm alive, Captain." Seer said from the bed with a chuckle. "She didn't kill me."

"Well, I'm glad you're all fine and dandy, my boy, but we need to head out." Corsaire leaned against the door frame. "We have a Danjuran cargo ship heading along our route."

"I understand, Captain."

Adda quirked an eyebrow. Maybe now she could get what she wanted when they first met. “What if I can offer something better?”

"I'm not into a threesome with another man if that's what you're suggesting." Corsaire teased lightly.

The Gerudo captain chuckled, a more serious tone flexing from her voice. Games were over now for her. “How’d you like treasure more valuable than gold or jewels.”

"I'm listening."

Adda went to get fully changed, teasing Covarog with her naked body as she got herself into fresh clothing. “You see my sails there Corsaire?”

"I see the carpet matches the drapes."

"Captain, please!" Seer was feeling around trying to find his own clothes and accidently picked up one of Adda's bras. Clearing his throat, he folded the underwear neatly before placing it on her bed and continuing to search. "Be serious for once."

“You can keep it if you’d like~”

Adda gave him one of her shirts as well and patted Seer, fuelling his shy embarrassment.

Now clothed, the Captain walked onto the main deck. “Up above you are one of fives magical sets known as the Swift Sail. You can’t burn or tear it, and it will sail perfectly in any direction, no matter the air resistance. In my travels I’ve discovered two other sets. Both of which I’ve promptly locked up and dropped into the sea. Rather not have anyone else have the advantage I have.” She turned to Corsaire with another dramatic spin. “However, a ship I’ve been tracking for a while has the fourth set. You help me raid this ship, and along with splitting the rest of the jewels in half, I will allow you to keep the Swift Sail for yourself.”

"Hrm... sounds a little too good to be true.” Corsaire crossed his arms. "How do I know you'll not betray me? I'm not known to work with other pirates because I've been double crossed before."

“Because on this ship that we’ll attack, there’s a much bigger prize that I desire. I can’t achieve my goal without another crew to help me pincer in my target.”

Adda took her gun, firing a bullet to not only wake her crew, but demonstrate that the sail could not be torn. “It’s like the saying goes. There’s honour amongst thieves. I can guarantee they hold the full set. I can guarantee the rest of the treasure they hold can make your crew very happy men. So trust me.”

"Hrm... what do you think, Seer?"

"Me, Captain?"

"You're the one that spent the night with her, what do you think?" Corsaire asked the cook. He knew about Seer's ability to 'read' people, to sense their thoughts, whether it was honest intentions or not. "Should I trust her?"

"Well... she was kind to me, Captain. Her words are sincere, from what I sense." Seer spoke as he finished putting on his clothes, but was having trouble with the shirt. Button up shirts were his worst enemy. He was off by one button. "If she was going to betray you, I would detect more malice. I do not sense any."

"... very well." Corsaire trusted his crewmate. "If Seer thinks you're good... then I suppose you are."

“Good. Very good.”

Adda was so close to achieving her dominance of the sea.

It took a day’s travel, both crews working with each other in sequence. Their target was an imperial ship of some rich nation. The ship was small, but very fast. Adda was right when she said her ship couldn’t catch it on its own, but with Corsaire’s help, the two ships trapped their quarry at the mouth of a river. That was when the bloodbath commenced. Adda was ruthless, her cannon fire crippling the lower decks of the ship, forcing it to beach itself. She used mortar fire to take care of any who dared flee onto the land. Her boarding party swept aboard and Adda showed off her terrifying power with a blade. With great laughter and snark, she duelled her way forward. Corsaire witnessed her exchange blows with the enemy captain, the man cursing the pirates to his dying breath. It was obvious that Adda was toying with him. When she was finally bored, she pulled out her revolver in the middle of the sword duel and shot her opponent in the knee cap. As the man screamed she took his suffering in with a deep breath, and silenced him with another shot to the head. Soon enough a number of men had surrendered, being round up on the main deck. Adda took extreme satisfaction from her work as a pirate. After finishing her afterglow of the victory, she signalled Corsaire to come aboard.

Adda was ruthless, that was for sure. If at all possible, he tried to avoid killing, but it seemed Adda and her crew rather enjoyed it. Once on board, Corsaire made sure that he took only a few men, leaving the rest on his ship. Rat and Pockets were beside of him, while the rest stayed on board the Sea Witch. Once Adda had her treasure, then he would go his separate way.

"You find it?"

“Give me a moment.” Adda eyed the men that were still alive. “Hmm. You’re cute. Ladies take him, and five others. You know what to do with the rest.”

They gave their Captain a nod, and put six men onto the Gerudo ship. The other were dragged over to the edge of their ship, having their necks slit and thrown into the river. Crocodiles tore into the corpses as they fell in.

Kicking down the treasury door, Adda pointed out the treasure she wanted Scarlet to divide. The first mate started counting the treasure boxes, finding a large massive rolled up sail. With a smile, she handed it to Rat. To tell the truth, she was forming a crush. “Here you go Mousa.”

"Thank you, lassie." Rat took the sail as Pockets started to load the divided treasure onto the Sea Witch. "And I's a ratty... not a mousa." He winked at her. "Not meek like a mousa either. Then again, you know that."

"Is it necessary to kill everyone?" Corsaire felt his hairs stand up on his neck when the women so casually killed the men and fed them to crocodiles. "Or is this not to leave any loose ends?"

“Lack of loose ends. Those six will make a good distraction for Scylla when we return to home waters. You aren’t worried, are you?” Adda cracked a smile, sneaking malice in it to purposely make Corsaire feel a little fear to her. Discovering a silver box, it held the engraving of ancient text, and three golden triangles. Creaking it open, Adda took hold of a very light silver baton. With a single light swing, the wind blew softly. “It actually exists....”

"You know, you could always sail around Scylla." Corsaire mentioned and tried to keep a straight face. He was not malicious at heart unless the situation called for it. What Adda did was her business. "I have no reason to worry as long as you uphold your end of the bargain. You have what you want, and I have one of the sails. Give me the rest and we'll be even."

"Captain!" Seer called from the Sea Witch. "You and Lady Adda better hurry. We have a Danjuran navy ship on our tails!"

“You only need the current sail for its magic to work. God knows what power could happen if you got all five. And by the sound of it, we don’t have the time.” Adda power walked to her ship. “Scarlet, do we have the inscription for whirlpools?”

“Yes Captain!”

“Excellent. I can buy us some time for goodbyes and an escape Corsaire.”

"The legend says I need all of them." Corsaire knew how pirates were, so he had to be sneaky. As Seer called about the Danjuran ship, he knew the navy would be close soon enough. After all, he used to be an officer for the royal Danjuran navy. He knew all the ins and outs of their routes, how the ships worked, and the weaponry. Hopping back on his ship, the captain signaled for the men to ready the sails. Grinning, the captain removed the board connecting the Sea Witch to the one he and Adda chased. With the wind in their favor, the sails unfurled and lurched it forward. "Though it won't be too hard to find where you've hid them."

“You can have my sails when you find the fifth set!” Adda ran to her ship, her crew setting out. Taking the scroll Scarlet unrolled for her, Adda followed the directions carefully. It was time to see if this Wind Waker worked. She made a flurry of flics left to right, once up, twice down, finishing by pointing at the navy ship. Storm clouds poured over the target, and the sea itself swirled. A massive whirlpool started to rock the boat, anchoring it in a circle as it spun around. Adda gave out a triumphant laugh. “It worked? IT WORKED!!! I have the greatest weapon a pirate could ever dream of!!! HahaHAHAHA!!! YES!!!”

The two ships momentarily sailed together as they left the navy behind. Adda walked to the edge of her ship with a swagger. “Well, boys, I suppose this is goodbye!”

"Just wait until I come for your sail." Corsaire said in good humor as he signaled for his men to head in the direction of Gulper Bay. "See you soon, captain of the Gerudos!"

Seer was at the end of the ship and although he could not see Adda, he waved goodbye with a soft smile.

“I guess you’ll have to visit. Give a year or two after I’ve finished making myself Queen of the Sea. Gerudo woman are the best damn pirates you’ll ever meet!”

Scarlet took her helmet off and waved to Rat. “I’ll think of baby names just in case!”

Adda turned to her with a look of confusion. “What?”

Scarlet whispered to herself in embarrassment. “I didn’t buy any pills or condoms. Something might happen...”

“Christ girl....”

Shaking her head at her first mate, Adda turned her attention and winked at Corsaire. “Normally I’d consider you a ‘loose end’.... but that cook of yours is too damn adorable to disappoint~ Don’t tell any Gerudo men about us, and you can visit anytime!”

Seer normally did not think about ever having contact with a woman with such bravado as Adda, but perhaps, one day soon... he'd see her again.

With that, both ships sailed in different directions, new adventures and danger awaiting them. (Christmas gift to the beautiful Lorraine of @figmentforms. Captain Adda is technically a creation of Lor that we made together in our spare time. I’m proud to play and bring Adda to life in this crossover with @ridersoftheapocalypse in her first introduction to the extended universe. Art is done by the fabulous @s-kinnaly. Reblogs and comments appreciated! Happy Christmas Eve! See you tomorrow for one more gift!)

#Crossover #Christmas Gift #ridersoftheapocalypse #s-kinnaly #figmentforms #Captain Adda #Corsaire #Seer #Rat

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