#Captain and First Mate snuck some of their own prompts in too

[zhaomas]

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[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Took a bit but here it is! @positive-meme-experience

Pairing: Zotikos “Tikos” Orion Katsaros-Yakinthos X Jasmine Faucher ( @xvi-the-tower’s OC)

⚠️ Warnings: Violence, Description of injuries, Blood, mild Possessive Behavior, Fire, Stitches (This is kind of dark so please read with that in mind) ⚠️

Mine Now

The crew of the Charybdis’ Decent were not strangers to conflict. If anything it seemed as though they drew it straight to themselves. Or maybe it was as the First Mate often suggested and the hideous figurehead brought it instead of protecting them. Tikos refused to remove it though, insisting his Siren was much better than some generic deity who would expect things.

So as the ship gripped tightly to another and the crew swarmed on board with weapons at the ready, it could even be considered a normal day. Chaos erupted on the deck of their opponent. Flashes of steel and loud yells of challenge flew from everywhere. In the midst of it was their Captain. Tikos brandished a sabre along with a hungry grin, his eye taking in everything. Alongside him was his faithful companion, Jasmine Faucher. The pair traded jokes as they sparred and boasted as to who would take down more enemies. Nothing got an opponent quite as angry as being disrespected during a battle and it happened to be a specialty of theirs.

“Oh look here, Darlin’. I believe this big sword is compensating for something,” Tikos laughed loudly and pulled the sword straight out of their hand.

“Must be, Cap! Compensating for lack of skill!” She returned and launched her chain and sickle at anyone who tried to approach Tikos’ back.

“Think you’re scary? Think again.”

“What should we have for dinner? I’m getting bored here!”

“Stay down and watch me count out your coin or get up and see what happens. Your choice.”

Back and forth they went happily, seemingly having the time of their life.

Then suddenly Jas spotted a large figure with a hidden dagger out of the corner of her eye.

“Watch out!”

She yelled and launched herself at Tikos who went stumbling away just in time. Jas unfortunately just put herself exactly in line with the dagger. It bit into her shoulder and dragged for a fraction of a second before being pulled back out. When Tikos regained his bearings he quickly jumped at the attacker with his bare hands. They went tumbling to the floor where Tikos pulled them into a tight headlock. Now he was quiet as he strained his muscles to block their airway until they lost consciousness. He dropped them unceremoniously and stood up to look towards Jas. She waved the hand on her uninjured shoulder and silently reassured him. Though she expected he’d want to make sure personally.

But Tikos had missed seeing the knife strike her entirely. So he gave a relieved sigh and put his boot on the knocked out persons back.

“How nice of you to join us, Captain Houghton. Haven’t seen you since... well since you slithered away from our deal like a coward!”

Jas usually loved watching this part. Something about seeing her lover standing proud and victorious sent excitement straight through her. But as she felt her wound start to pulse with her adrenaline waning, she wanted to get to the Doctor. So, stealthily she snuck away back to the Charybdis’ Decent to find them.

Tikos didn’t notice at first, he’d gotten used to Jas being around and watching. Usually it led to the two of them being unable to keep their hands to themselves as soon as things were settled. But as he tossed Houghton into the cell and looked around he couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Heh,” Houghton chuckled as he pulled himself up to sit against the bars.

“Got somethin’ to say?”

“It took me a bit but I figured it out.”

Tikos wouldn’t humor him by prompting any more and instead waited.

“That girl,” Houghton finally said. “Honestly Zo, I didn’t expect to find you shacking up with August’s sloppy seconds.”

But Houghton had made a grave mistake, he hadn’t waited for Tikos to close the locked door before saying anything. Tikos soon showed him the error in this.

A sickening crunch filled the brig and caused Houghton’s imprisoned crew to recoil in fear. Then a scream followed, one of intense pain. Houghton curled into himself defensively while Tikos hovered overhead with his fist still raised and bloody.

“Y-you broke my... my fucking nose!”

“Shut up,” Tikos’ voice was calm and cold. “Say another word or even think about her and I’ll put you on the bottom of this ship myself. That’s my woman. Get it? Mine. Now pick yourself up, you look like a disgrace.”

He stood still as a statue until Houghton stood back up. As soon as he was back on his feet Tikos slammed his knee into his stomach which sent him right back down with another groan of pain.

“This time, stay down.”

With that Tikos swept out of the brig. Frustration still biting at his heels. It’d been some time since he’d heard that name mentioned and the anger never subsided. For the time being, he wanted to find Jas and hopefully work out the pent up tension.

The longer he searched though the more it built. Where could she even be? It wasn’t like her at all. By this time after a fight they’d be locked together where ever they decided was fit and enjoying the afterglow. Something wasn’t right and it just doubled his frustration. She was definitely going to get all of it when he got his hands on her.

Soon he was completely pissed and throwing open doors with much more force than necessary. The usual rush of endorphins after a battle had soured. Until finally he found the right door.

As soon as the Doctor’s door flew open, Jas jumped in her seat and hissed in pain. They’d been mid-stitch and the Doc gave her a stern warning not to move again: ‘No matter who comes in throwing a tantrum.’

Tikos strode inside angrily until he spotted Jas laid out on the little cot. His eye snapped to the needle repairing her shoulder. The room fell silent, dangerously silent. Jasmine squirmed under her Captain’s hard gaze (and maybe because a heat had begun to pool in her belly) while he stood motionless and watched. She knew that look, oh Arcana did she know that look well. The Doctor continued his work, blatantly ignoring the anger from one occupant and the building sexual tension of another.

‘Kids,’ he thought to himself.

“... who did this.”

It wasn’t a question, Jasmine knew that, it was an order. One that sent a shudder down her spine.

“It’s really not that ba-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Jasmine shut her mouth immediately. The look on his face was cold and calculating. He was replaying the battle trying to find any instance where she was out of his sight. It dawned upon him and he ground his teeth together.

“Houghton.”

“Yes, but I put myself between you two willingly-“

“Stop talking. I’m going to fucking make him suffer...”

With that command he turned and left the bay. Jas turned an apologetic but questioning look to the Doctor who only rolled his eyes.

“You can chase after him when I’m done and not a moment sooner.”

She huffed and sank back down on the bed with a pout. It was only a little cut. But she knew whatever Tikos was planning would be much worse than anyone could anticipate. Oh how she wanted to be there to watch it unfold.

Only a few long hours later, Tikos stepped back into the med bay. The same hard look on his face as he gave her the briefest gesture to follow him. Jasmine hurried to obey and rushed to his side. He led the way back out and onto Charybdis’ Decent’s deck. The entire crew of the captured ship stood in a line along the port side of the ship all shackled together and waiting. In front of them was Houghton, dried blood down the front of his face and shirt. The Charybdis’ Decent crew seemed to vibrate with energy. They knew what was coming and they couldn’t wait to watch it.

Tikos took his place in front of Houghton.

“You’ve been defeated, Jakob Houghton. As such I now revoke your title as Captain. I claim your ship, The Hades Damned as mine.”

The crew snickered, it was the highest dishonor to a Captain to not only lose their ship but be publicly humiliated like this. They couldn’t wait to get to shore and spread the tale.

Jasmine’s eyes were fixed on Tikos though, she knew there was more to this.

“Now Houghton,” he stepped forward and lifted the other man up by his lapels. “Watch.”

Tikos dropped him facing the port side where The Hades Damned sat. Confusion clear on the parts of his face not too swollen to emote.

“Zo, what are y-,” Houghton started.

“RELEASE!” Tikos cried out.

The other ship began to float away slowly while everyone aboard watched. Confusion ran rampant, why would Tikos set loose a ship? A ship he could sell or claim for his own fleet. It didn’t make sense.

... But it soon did.

Tikos raised a hand towards the ship as it moved away faster. Almost storm force winds pushing it away. Suddenly a loud explosion shook through the air and set The Hades Damned ablaze.

Jasmine gasped aloud, that had been a fine ship and now it would burn into nothing in minutes. All because the Captain had hurt her. The burning of The Hades Damned was nothing compared to the desire coursing through her at that realization. Tikos had set all this up to make the person who hurt her suffer. She looked over at the slack jawed pirate watching his ship burn. A grin tugged at her lips. But Tikos wasn’t done yet.

“Now, two miles in the opposite direction of your useless hull is an island. I suggest you swim fast, Houghton.”

Before anyone could process, Tikos reared back and kicked him firmly off the ship into the water. Many of the crew ran to the edge to watch as Houghton desperately swam for his life. Laughs and jeers rained down on him.

Tikos didn’t stop to watch and instead turned to the crew in shackles with a cold eye.

“Any of you having any strong feelings about what just happened?”

They smartly said nothing.

“Good, take them back to the brig.”

Finally, he turned to look at Jasmine. The intensity in his eye stunned her for a moment and she couldn’t move a single inch.

“You and I have unfinished business.”

“But... but what if Houghton gets away? What if he comes back with a grudge? He definitely hates you now so-“

“That won’t happen.”

“How can you be so sure? What if-“

His hand reached out and covered her mouth. Slowly he leaned in close until she could feel his breath on her ear where he whispered.

“There’s no island.”

A hard shudder ran through her again and she knew she was in for a sleepless night. She couldn’t wait to start.

[galactichen]

i’ll force the seas apart for you | bang chan

prompt #3. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

description. because nothing is scarier than a captain fighting for the love of his life.

pairing. bang chan x reader

genre. romance, adventure, pirate au

word count. 2.3k

author’s note. decided that the world needed more pirate chan, so i delivered. enjoy pirate chan and his crew ;) this is definitely hinting at a skz pirate au hhhhh

warning. blood and gore. just pirate things

When Jeongin accidentally ate the last of their food rations, Chan didn’t get mad. He only expressed his disappointment in the youngest member of the crew before telling Jisung to steer the ship towards the nearest port to restock; they had a little extra cash from their previous raid to spend anyway.

When Minho drunkenly spilled about their next target in a bar filled to the brim with treasure-seeking pirates like himself, Chan didn’t get mad. He only sighed, quietly making his way back to the map he had built with Jisung, the crew’s navigator, to mark a big red ‘X’ over what once was their target. Jisung then proceeded to give Minho a piece of his mind when the latter arrived back to the ship, burdened with a terrible migraine, an angry Jisung, and a disappointed captain.

Chan still didn’t get mad when Changbin, in a fit of rage over an apparent spew over the captain’s ability to direct his crew, sliced off the arms of one of their allies, effectively initiating a war between the crews. It ended in terrible bloodshed; multiple casualties on both ends and a few of Chan’s key crew members badly injured with a frantic Woojin pacing back and forth between patients. They had to replace many of the planks in the ship, for they had been stained with far too much blood to simply wash out; it left them stranded on land for days and drained of gold for weeks until they could pinpoint their next raid for money. And yet, he only expressed gratitude towards Changbin, his first mate, mainly because the other crew was pretty shitty anyway and he’s been waiting all this time for a reason to cut off their allyship.

But when he sees you, all bloodied, beaten, and tied up to the mast of their enemy’s ship like some sort of sick sacrifice—that’s what makes his blood boil.

His knuckles turn a sickly shade of white from gripping the handle of his sword too hard, and it makes Woojin glance at him rather worriedly, for the mind of the medic was never not worried about the well-being of his crew—especially that of his captain.

“What is it that you desire?” Chan yells, and it makes the rest of his crew flinch because none of them were used to this kind of Chan; the kind of Chan who only appears when you, the love of his life, were in danger.

The opposing captain only grins—the sort of grin that sends shivers down one’s back because of the ferocity it holds, like you weren’t sure when they were going to pounce like an animal gone feral. He reaches up and tilts his cap back to reveal an even more ferocious look in his eyes, even in the glass one.

“Desire? What do I desire?” the opposing captain laughs, though empty of any humour. But then he stops abruptly, the silence that follows deafening before he slams his foot down, the look on his face suddenly contorting into that of a mad man. “Your ship. Give me that beaut’ of your’s,” he slurs, “and she,” he says, pointing to your unconscious form, your head leaning a little too far on one side to expose bruises that shouldn’t be there, “is all yours.”

The ship. Chan’s scowl only etches deeper into his face. His hands start to shake from rage. That’s what you were kidnapped and beaten and possibly—Chan doesn’t even want to think about what other unholy things they’ve done to you—all for what? His ship?

The ship that he inherited from his father? The ship that he and Changbin both sailed together by themselves to different landmasses, in search of the crew they stand together in front of today? The same ship that Hyunjin and Seungmin snuck into one night, seeking shelter and accidently got adopted by a whole crew of pirates instead?

The same ship that brought him to you and your brother Felix, where you were huddled in a corner with tears streaming down your face as Felix bravely tried to fend off a band of bandits by himself with nothing but a dagger before Chan and the rest of the crew arrived by chance?

“Don’t do it,” Changbin whispers quietly from Chan’s left. He knows how important both the ship and you were to the captain. He wasn’t about to make his captain choose between one or the other; the ship held an incredible amount of sentimental value to Chan, Changbin, and the rest of the crew. And you were, well, Chan’s biggest source of happiness.

They were going to find a way around this. Changbin was sure of it.

But he doesn’t get a chance to elaborate further when Chan quietly says, “Have it.”

Even the opposing captain looks stunned out of his mind when Chan accepts the offer of taking you back in exchange for his ship. Changbin doesn’t even try to hide the bewildered look that crosses his face. Was Chan out of his mind? That ship was so, so important to both him and Chan! That ship was gifted to Chan by his father. It held so many memories; why was Chan so willing to give it all up for this piece of shit of a captain?

Oh, how Changbin wished you were conscious so you could slap Chan out of it.

Felix taps Changbin’s shoulder and Changbin is met with a “is he serious?” look from the younger male, which makes Changbin shrug in response.

“That’s it?” the opposing captain all but shrieks, and his voice makes you stir a little, your head bobbing a little before you slip back into dreamland once more. “No fight? No ‘arrrgh you piss me off’ moment?” the captain flails his arms around for show, effectively demonstrating his shock.

“Quit pissing me off and give her back,” Chan growls. Don’t misunderstand; he’s pissed all right. He’s pissed that this joke of a captain was making him choose between his beloved ship and the love of his life. He wants nothing more than to slice that man’s head off clean with his sword, but the only thing that holds him back is the thought of the blood of his enemy splattering all over you—the thought of that ever happening to you made him gag.

But at the end of the day, the ship can be replaced.

You, on the other hand, could not.

The opposing captain halts his arm-flailing and turns only his head in Chan’s direction before hissing, “Nah.” He slowly lowers his sword and brings it close to his face, making a show of moving it across and even licking the blade. “Where’s the fun in that?” he asks, finally lowering the blade after a long, excruciating moment. “I came to see you get your panties in a twist, and I refuse to leave before that happens.”

Then he swiftly picks his sword up and makes a move to plunge it into your chest which makes Chan’s entire crew yell in panic, but Felix is quick on his feet and makes a frantic leap for the opposing captain, throwing the dagger that was in his hand and praying to god that it’d hit true and do something to stop what looks to be the inevitable.

Chan himself lets out an entire battle cry, throwing his own sword only seconds after Felix.

It’s slow motion as it happens, both blades flying in the air towards the opposing captain as he’s in the middle of thrusting his sword forward to your chest. 

The opposing captain’s sword strikes first, the blade meeting your body in a burst of pain that makes you wake from unconsciousness, mouth opening in a silent scream. But what everybody hears instead is the scream of the opposing captain instead, Felix’s dagger slicing into the skin of his hand clutching the sword, making him drop the blade before it could do further damage to you. 

Chan’s sword strikes next, the momentum of his arm giving it enough power to pierce through the captain’s neck as well as the crewmate beside him. Both of their eyes roll back and they tumble to the ground without another sound.

Then it’s chaos.

The sound of swords unsheathing fill the air, cries of men and women alike close behind as the bloodbath between two crews begins. Blood begins to fly and the ship they stand on quickly becomes a jungle as Chan and his crew try their best to dodge the flying blades and fight back, desperately defending their captain as he draws a second sword to fight his way over to you, guarded by two members of the opposing crew.

All Chan sees is red.

He was so close to being tricked and losing not only his ship, but you as well. All he could focus on at this moment was the developing bloodstain at the centre of your chest, your hooded lids fluttering open and closed as you frantically tried to get a gather at your surroundings. Woojin stands close behind him, waiting for the perfect moment to hop in and grab you so he could treat your stab wound as best he could, given the circumstances. Changbin’s not too far off either, but he was far too occupied with beating the shit out of anyone who dared to come within a foot of Chan and Woojin—the rest of the main crew was no different.

Limbs fly as Chan desperately swings his blade through the air, swinging at whatever dared to cross his path. Fortunately, the rest of his own crew was smart enough to stay far away from Chan’s line of sight so they wouldn’t accidently get mutilated by their captain.

“Quickly!” Chan shouts at Woojin just as he slices the head of one of your guards clean off. Woojin nods and doesn’t hesitate to dash forward in the path Chan has successfully cleared to you. Minho is at Chan’s side within seconds, and the two furiously fight to defend the mast of the ship where Woojin frantically works to carve at the ropes that bind you to the mast.

“Woo...jin?” you murmur weakly, recognizing the familiar kind gaze and sweet smile of the crew’s medic in front of you as he cuts through your ropes.

“That’s me,” he says with a smile despite the carnage behind him. He does his best to block your vision by making you look down at his feet, but then a head rolls along and—well, it’s the life of a pirate anyway. “You’re safe now,” he lets out a quiet huff as he cuts through the last of the rope that binds you to the mast, and with the little strength you have left, you push off the mast and fall into Woojin’s arms.

Another pair of arms lift you from Woojin and you fight back temporarily until Seungmin’s voice soothes you quietly, saying, “Hey, hey! It’s just me, it’s just me.”

“Hold her like that,” Woojin tells Seungmin as he reaches in his back pocket, likely for some spare gauze he always keeps on his person. He makes quick work of your wound, tying the gauze across your chest tightly as a temporary fix until he can properly clean and fix up the injury.

“Where’s Chan?” you ask the boys. You’re dizzy, you’re tired, and all you wanted was to be in the safety of the captain’s arms. Too long have you suffered in the cell of the enemy crew’s ship, beaten when you refused to let them use your body to their desire.

“Fighting for you,” Seungmin says.

“Either you die here, or you walk the plank,” you hear Chan snap at one of the remaining enemy crew members. The scream that follows is deafening and indicates the desire of the pirate to fight to the end; the deafening silence that comes after makes everyone breathe out a sigh of relief.

At last, the fight is over.

Bodies litter the deck of the ship, and it makes Chan grateful that he didn’t bring the entirety of his crew over, for they would have suffered even more losses.

Oh, but seeing you alive and breathing, Chan is reminded of why he came with his best fighters and medics in the first place.

“Chan!” you weakly call out when you spot him making a run over to where you’re being held up by both Seungmin and Woojin, for you were far too weak at the moment to be standing on your own. 

Chan chants your name over and over again when he finally reaches you, arms wrapping tightly around you as you cry out for him, desperate for his embrace because you were afraid you had forgotten what it was like after all your time in the cells. 

“My love, my love,” Chan whispers. Seungmin and Woojin quietly step away from the precious reunion, turning their attention to the rest of the crew to help the injured across the wide plank that connects their ship to the now-crewless enemy ship. Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin all run across when they’re given the signal that the coast is clear, happy that all went well in the end.

“I-I couldn’t,” you start to say, but Chan hushes you, leaning forward to kiss you briefly.

“Tell me after we have you fixed up, love,” Chan says with a soft smile after he pulls away, his smile a stark contrast to his previously enraged self. He then proceeds to pick you up bridal-style, to which you gasp and clutch onto his neck in response.

“Am I too-”

“Shh,” Chan whispers, nuzzling his nose into yours. “You’re not hurting me, you’re not heavy. I’ve got you, love.”

You only nod in response, deciding to simply bury your face in the crook of Chan’s neck as he makes his way over to his ship, carefully stepping over the bodies that litter the deck as cheers erupt from the other side when the rest of the crew spot the captain making his way across with his beloved in his arms.

Because the captain’s beloved, was also the crew’s beloved.

[adie-dee]

Your OC’s Backstory Week 2: Education

For @yourocsbackstory. [Introduction] [Family]

Prompt | Write a scene that is somewhat typical for their education!

Let’s go back to 2005, when Blake was in his final year of high school.

Blake headed for his locker on his own, having been held back in maths for distracting the class. It hadn’t been his fault - he hadn’t started the discussion that derailed the lesson, but he was the one who’d copped the blame for it.  

Swapping his textbooks for his football he headed out to the oval where he knew his mates would be, his shoes rubbing on the back of his heel as he walked, making him miss the pair he’d been wearing the year before.

He’d tried to stop his mum throwing them in the bin. Yeh, they’d seen better days and the sole on one had rubbed through, but they’d been comfy. He’d spent ages breaking them in and she’d gone and thrown them out in favour of a new shiny pair that had no give. He’d even tried to rescue to old pair from the bin when she wasn’t looking, only she’d anticipated that and had got his Dad to cut through them with the drop saw before throwing them away.

The new shirt was similar, the collar itching his neck, making him glad he’d at least hidden his shorts before she could chuck them out too.

“Oi Rails!” Jonno jogged over, falling in step with Blake as he neared the oval. “The fuck you been? Barely saw you all summer.”

“Eildon,” Blake replied. He wanted to be back there, spending his days wakeboarding and dirt bike riding, instead of wasting his time at school. If he’d had his way he would have seen out the summer there and then signed up with the Army, only his Mum wanted him to finish high school and he didn’t want to disappoint her.

“And first period? Thought we had English together.”

“Nah, I swapped to home ec.”

Jonno started laughing, stopping when Blake glared at him. “Wait you’re serious? Why you doing that girly shit?”

Blake bounced the footy a couple of times, needing a distraction to stop himself from thumping him. “Cause maybe I wanna be able to feed myself?”

“Lame.”

“And not set fire to the kitchen making two minute noodles?”

Jonno went red. “Was one time,” he sulked, then elbowed Blake. “Anyway, your loss. Caitlyn’s in my class.”

“So?” He needed to change the conversation. Ahead he could see the rest of the guys waiting on the oval and kicked the ball in their direction, watching them jostle for the mark. “Pretty sure my mum’s your teacher too.”

Jono leered. “Yeh she is!”

This time Blake did whack him in the arm. “Gross, dude. That’s my mum!”

The ball came back in their direction. He went to mark it but Jonno got in the way, stealing it at the last second.

Jonno lined up to return the kick. “Oh I know why. You gotta be the only guy in that class, right? Makes up for the PE sausage fest.”  The kick careened the ball off to the right, much to the yells of the rest of their friends.

“You gotta stop trying to drive your foot through the ball and guide it instead,” Blake told him. “It’s why you keep fucking up your set shots. You get that right and you’ll stop spending half the game on the bench.”

“Right. Yeh.” Some kid handballed the footy back to them and Jonno had another shot, this one more successful than the last.

“Think I should go for house captain,” Blake asked, only half serious. He wanted a cruisy final year and that meant responsibility, only he’d enjoyed vice captaincy the year before. It’d make his Mum happy too, particularly seeing as he hadn’t told her about his army plan yet.

Jonno snorted. “Like you’d get a choice in that. Who else would they give it to? Chester?”

“Wanna punch that fucking dickhead,” Blake growled, still not over the suspension he’d copped because of him the year before. “Right in his stupid face.”

“You gotta watch that anger issue dude. Will get you in trouble some day.”

The shoes were still bothering Blake. He dropped to a knee to adjust the laces, hoping that would make a difference, then stood, just in time to see the ball flying back towards them. Jonno had moved off to the left to mark it, only Blake could tell it was going to go straight over his head. Taking off at a sprint Blake jumped when he was behind Jonno, shoving his knee into his friends back to help get a bit of extra height and plucking the ball out of the air as he did. Ball clutched to his chest he tumbled to the ground.

“Stop using me as a bloody stepladder,” Jonno grumbled over the cheers of the other guys. “It fucking sucks.”

Blake stood up, brushing the dirt off himself. He had a grass stain on his shirt from the fall, something he knew his mum would be annoyed about, but he figured if he wore his school jumper the rest of the day and snuck the shirt in the wash later she’d never actually notice. Otherwise she’d know straight away how he’d gotten the stain, something which he’d promised he’d stop doing, and--

Something told him she already knew.

Blake glanced over his shoulder, seeing his Mum looking in his direction. How had he forgotten she was on bloody yard duty? She’d probably already heard about the incident in maths too.

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Privacy And Pancakes

Hello @whimsicallyenchantedrose here’s the very belated fic for your prompt “caught by the parents”. You sent it way before pancakes on the show happened, and it took me way too long, and then I didn’t know how to do it without copying it... anyway, here we go.

summary: You’d think Snow has learned not to use her spare key. Well, she hasn’t. And this time, she brought David.

word count: ~4,2k

rating: G and CP for chicken parm. Also B for bathtub

also on ff.net and ao3.

“That was quite the closure for our honeymoon,” Emma sighs as she descends the gangplank, Killian right on her heels.

“A bit of a storm,” he agrees and adds smoothly, “but I've weathered worse.”

“Showoff,” she huffs and stumbles for a second when she steps on the dock, having to adjust to being on firm ground again for the first time after a ten days' sailing trip. In was indeed their – slightly belated – honeymoon, and they're home half a day early, due to the storm that pushed them forward.

Killian grabs her elbow to steady her. “Admit it,” he chuckles in a low voice, “I'm a hell of a Captain.”

She can't help but lean into his touch when he uses her momentary unsteadiness as an excuse to press himself to her. “You are,” she concedes and turns her head to look at him. “I'll poof us right home if you're okay with it?”

He nods with a smile – as eager to get home as she is – and she transports them to their house in a whirl of magic. She brings them right outside their door and not directly inside, because she enjoys the ritual of coming home to their own place so much: walking up the stairs, unlocking the door and going inside, taking off their boots and lining them up on the mat behind the door. Normal things, like normal couples. They haven't had much time yet to truly enjoy their quiet domestic moments, so none of it is routine so far, and every day is a new chapter in the adventure of True Love.

“Go ahead,” she tells him and motions to the stairs, “I'll get us some cocoa to warm us up. I'll be with you in a minute.”

“I'll be waiting,” he replies and wiggles his eyebrows, accompanied by a grin that lets pleasurable warmth spread in her belly and promises her their honeymoon isn't over yet. She can't help but lick her lips and turns towards the kitchen while he sneaks up the hardwood stairs on his socked feet.

Emma makes quick work of heating up the milk and adding the cocoa; before topping it with whipped cream and cinnamon, she pours a healthy amount of rum into it from the bottle she keeps in one of the kitchen cabinets. She hums absentmindedly – something she never used to do – and when she notices, she smiles to herself and shakes her head a little. That's probably the most amazing thing: the joy brought to her simply by Killian's presence in their home. She doesn't even have to see him, the knowledge is already enough. In fact, she's noticed that whenever she's home alone and hears his key in the front door, her lips pull into a smile all by themselves.

For a moment, she's contemplating calling her parents and telling them they're already back, but then she decides against it. How foolish would that be, depriving herself of one more precious half day of no one knowing they're around, of having them to themselves. She risks a quick glance into the fridge and decides they'll probably have to order in, but that's something they can decide about later.

She's still smiling as she's hurrying up the stairs embarrassingly fast, but then again, she doesn't care. Her father was right: life's made up of moments, and she simply doesn't want to miss a single one of them – she's already missed enough. When she enters the bedroom, she finds it empty and frowns.

“Killian?” she calls and puts the two steaming mugs on her dressing table.

“Here, love,” comes the reply from the bathroom, and her smile widens. Joining Killian under the hot spray of the shower whenever she feels like it, that's one of the perks of living together she has come to appreciate a lot. If she can talk him into having a shower, but that's never a problem, really.

The butterflies in her belly hum excitedly as she opens the bathroom door only to break into a confused buzz when she immediately notices that the shower stall is empty. A second later she spots her pirate husband in their claw-footed bathtub, peeking at her over a heap of creamy white foam, his elbows casually resting on the edge. Before today, she's seen him only maybe once or twice in the bathtub, whereas he has developed a fierce passion for abundant showers. She recalls fondly how he used to call the shower rain bath when he still had problems getting his 21st Century vocabulary together.

In spite of his nonchalant stance, he's looking a bit sheepish right now, and Emma flashes him an amused grin. “What are you doing there?”

“Why, taking a bath, of course,” he replies, in what seems to be a slightly offended voice, “as I do all the time.”

She crosses her arms and tilts her head, narrowing her eyes. “No, you shower all the time,” she corrects him, “and it's not even that chilly outside. Why the bath?” She recalls that he took one some time ago, on one of the rare occasions he got a really bad cold, and she adds, “Are you sick or something?”

“Nonsense,” he waves her off, “I was just in the mood for a good, old-fashioned bath, that's all.” His tone is a little defensive now... almost too defensive.

Then she thinks back to the storm they've had to weather today – it has taken a physical toll on her, too, she can feel it in her aching muscles – , and a suspicion dawns on her. “You had to work really hard to get the ship safely home today,” she remarks casually.

“Naught I haven't done before,” he waves her off almost grumpily and runs his wet hand through his hair, trying to distract her, but she remains focused.

“I'm sure you have,” she nods with a cheeky grin, takes three steps forward and hunkers down in front of the tub, leaning her forearms on the edge. “Achy bones, old man?”

He raises his eyebrows in that ah-so-you-want-to-play?-manner. “Sore muscles,” he corrects pointedly, “and those have nothing to do with age. They're due to,” he runs his tongue along the inside of his teeth, “hard labor.”

She will never understand how he does it, create innuendos out of nothing, with innocent words twisted by his wicked voice, caressed by his sinful tongue and his devilish expression. If he aims at it, he can make the temperature in a room rise to scorching degrees only by talking about nautical techniques, she's witnessed it. She's felt it. Right now, she feels a pleasant shiver running down her spine and can't help but bite her smiling lip. “Hard labor, huh?” she echoes a little lamely, knowing she can leave it up to him to lead her through the dance of seduction this is undoubtedly turning into.

“Aye.” He tilts his head and leans forward, his nose almost touching hers as little clouds of steam rise from the tub when he moves. “Get in here and I'll show you some of it, Mrs. Jones.”

***

“Why don't we just invite them over for dinner?” David grumbles, his eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead as he drives his pickup towards the house of his daughter and son-in-law.

Snow sighs beside him. “David. Technically, they're still on their honeymoon. They might want their privacy.”

He grips the wheel a little harder. “What for?” he snaps. “They've been...” he wrinkles his nose in disgust, “private for ten days.”

Snow giggles, knowing exactly that any hint at Emma's and Killian's marital bliss is still a red rag to him, even if he's completely happy with their marriage. “I know you missed your mate,” she teases him, “but–”

“What?!”

She puts a soothing hand on David's arm. “We'll invite them over tomorrow, okay?”

“Whatever you say,” he mumbles.

They park their car right behind Emma's yellow bug, the fact that it's there not raising any suspicion. When they departed, David and Snow had taken them to the docks with their baggage, and when they'll get back, Emma can simply poof them home. David opens the passenger's door and takes the casserole his wife insisted on making for the travelers.

Snow uses the key Emma gave them for emergencies, and he hands her the casserole before going to take a quick look around the house and in the garden to see if everything's okay and the recent storm hasn't caused any damage. They aren't worried for Emma and Killian; they have complete faith in their son-in-law's sailing skills.

Snow takes the casserole into the kitchen to stow it away in the fridge, when she suddenly hears a faint noise. Stopping mid-move, she listens closely and frowns. Then there's the sound again, something she can't quite define, like a dull thud followed by a light tone, almost like... a voice? Her first thought is that some animal maybe snuck into the house, which would be the normal thing to suspect in such a situation... but then again, this is Storybrooke, home of magic and fairytale characters, and when has anything ever been normal here? She can't think of any danger lurking around these days, but to always be vigilant is something that has been ingrained in her very being during her bandit days when death could always be waiting behind the next tree. Carefully, she places the casserole on the kitchen counter, snatches a knife from the knife block and sneaks out of the kitchen and up the stairs without waiting for David who's obviously still in the garden.

Following the muffled noises, Snow tiptoes along the corridor and through the open door at its end, leading into the master bedroom. She quickly scans the room and finds it empty; the two mugs with cooled cocoa on the dressing table escape her attention. There are undefinable sounds again, definitely from behind the closed bathroom door, and now she hears what's clearly the sound of splashing water.

Without thinking further, Snow grasps the knife tightly in her right hand and reaches for the doorknob with her left. To take advantage of the momentum of surprise, she turns it very slowly, then throws the door open and bursts into the room.

“Who the hell is... oh.” She stands rooted to the spot, the words dying on her lips, when she sees Emma in the middle of the bathtub in what looks a bit like a weird position, peeking at her over a mountain of white foam, face bewildered, hands instinctively raised to defend herself. The floor in front of the tub is precariously wet where the soapy water has obviously been sloshed around.

“Mom?!” Emma gasps in disbelief, shock evident on her face, and in the next second another face emerges from the foam and blue eyes are staring at her, not less shocked. Although it isn't, Killian's hair looks raven black, wet and plastered to his head like that.

He's obviously at a loss for words, something that doesn't happen very often, and Snow processes within the blink of an eye what's been going on here. “Oh,” she repeats slowly and a little sheepishly, a dreadful feeling of déjà-vû settling in her belly.

Killian tries to keep the situation ridiculously civil and tilts his head in his usual greeting, as if she hadn't just walked in on him being naked in a bubble bath with her daughter, about to do – or already doing – God knows what. “Milady,” he murmurs, sounding a little short of breath, and a wet hand comes up to scratch behind his ear.

“Why are you here, Mom?” Emma sputters, and although she looks still mortified, the tension seems to dissolve the tiniest bit, and Snow waves her hand apologetically. “I... we were just...”

“We?” Emma echoes in an alarmed voice. “Is Dad–“

“Snow?” comes a smooth, slightly worried baritone from behind, “Where...”

Emma's eyes pop open even wider while her mother puts her hand over her mouth and makes an oops! face. Killian throws his head back and rolls his eyes with a groan, “Wonderful.”

Before Snow can pull back and close the bathroom door, David peeks around the corner. “There you are!” he comments, and a second later, when he's soaked up the scenery, his pale blue eyes are as wide and horrified as his daughter's.

“Dad,” she sighs in defeat and closes her eyes, sinking a little deeper and trying to disappear into the void, or at least into the foam.

“What's going on here?!” David blurts out, and Snow can barely suppress a giggle, guiltily appreciating the involuntary humor of the situation.

Killian has enough now, rubs his hand over his face wearily and mutters under his breath, “Apparently, not much.”

His remark wakes Emma from her paralysis. Her head snaps up, and even though she feels mortified and tries to avoid looking at her father, her voice is firm as she urges, “Would you mind?”

“Oh! Of course!” Snow nods eagerly and ushers David back by pushing at his chest with her shoulder. She doesn't even have to look at him to be able to guess the grim set of his jaw. He stands there like a rock, and she pushes a little harder, until he finally retreats. Feeling sorry for Emma, she tries to soothe her with a wave of her hand in the vague direction of the stairs. “We'll just...”

“We'll be with you in a minute,” Emma sighs, and Snow waves almost dismissively at her.

“No need to hurry!” she assures, and, already pulling the door close behind her, quickly adds over her shoulder, “Take all the time you need!”

“Mom!” Emma moans, “really?!” but the bathroom door is already shut.

Killian grins to himself, because he didn't fail to notice the only ever-so-slightly amused undertone in Snow's voice. Again, she wasn't able to hide her bandit streak, in spite of her royal origin. He could have sworn he saw a bit of devilish amusement lurking in the corners of her green eyes. There's a reason he always admired his mother-in-law from the start.

Slowly, Emma turns around to face him, her face scrunched like she's in pain – and she kind of is (part of him is, too, but that's a completely different pain). “This is awful,” she complains.

He tilts his head. “It could have been worse, love,” he comments almost nonchalantly, hoping to calm her nerves.

She stares at him in disbelief. “Worse?!” she hisses. “My parents just walked in on us while we were...” She interrupts herself and squeezes her eyes shut for a second. When she looks at him again, she shakes her head. “What could possibly have been worse?” she asks. A rhetorical question, but Killian has an answer, like most times.

“Well, they could have waited two minutes longer,” he replies dryly, his eyebrow twitching as he continues, “and walked in when things got really interesting.” That reminds him of the opportunity that just got lost, and his momentary amusement is dampened by his frustration.

Emma makes a gagging noise. “Oh please, just the thought makes me sick.” She shakes her head in disbelief that this has happened again, just worse this time, and sighs, “Let's get out.”

Killian tilts his head in regret. “So much potential wasted.”

She leans forward, sloshing a little more water on the floor, and presses a kiss on the freckle underneath his right earlobe. “Tuck it away for later,” she breathes, a promise to him (and to herself) in her husky voice.

He groans in complaint, “I'm not sure that's physically possible.”

Emma rolls her eyes. “You will survive, and so will your... potential.”

Ten minutes (and a rather cold shower) later they descend the stairs and head for the kitchen where they suppose Snow and David are waiting for them. Emma has calmed down a little, and even though she isn't looking forward to facing her parents and having the awkwardness bubble all up again, she's determined to get it over with as gracefully as possible and then just forget that this incident ever happened. She isn't so sure about her husband, though; Killian's penchant for sarcasm paired with her father's temperament could make for an explosive moment.

Before they enter the kitchen, she holds him back with her hand on his hook. “Are you okay?”

He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Bloody fantastic.”

That doesn't really calm her nerves. “Don't be too hard on them,” she pleads.

Killian gives her a pointed look from under his raised eyebrows. “Your choice of words is not very helpful, Swan.”

He strides into the kitchen before she can reply anything, and with a nervous sigh and eye roll she follows. David and Snow who have been sitting at the kitchen table practically jump to their feet simultaneously, looking a little sheepishly – although, she notices with alarm, David looks almost more grumpy than sheepish.

Snow speaks up without further preliminaries. “Killian, Emma,” she wrings her hands and then raises them apologetically, “We're so sorry that this happened... again.”

David's face falls, and he turns to face his wife with wide eyes when he hears the word again.

A muscle in Killian's jaw ticks, and he tilts his head, deliberately keeping all annoyance out of his voice, and really, he has calmed down, for he knows there surely wasn't any bad intention behind his parents-in-law's barging in. “There wasn't any harm done,” he says generously, and Emma looks at him with a grateful, relieved smile.

The way David silently sways his head indicates that he hasn't yet decided if he's harmed for life or not; the sight of his daughter and her pirate husband naked in a bathtub anyway isn't something he ever wants to experience again, even if thankfully there wasn't much to see, really.

“We surely wouldn't have used the key if we'd known you were home,” Snow affirms and adds hastily, “I mean, of course, I didn't mean we'd use the keys to get into your house during your absence, unless it was an emergency...” She licks her lips a little nervously, and her eyes dart to and fro between Emma and Killian.

The latter raises his eyebrows. “I believe that's exactly what you did, Milady?” he replies, ironic amusement evident in his eyes when he revels in the former bandit's predicament (because it serves her bloody well), while Emma shoots him a suspicious glance.

“No!” Snow exclaims and, when his eyebrows rise even higher, adds with a sheepish head shake, “I mean, yes, but...” She stumbles over her own words and draws a deep breath. “Look,” she starts again when she seems to have recollected her wits, “we didn't expect you back before tonight. I thought you wouldn't be in the mood to cook or go out, so I brought you this.” She picks up the glass casserole dish with transparent lid she has deposited on the kitchen counter and places it in the middle of the table.

Emma is secretly touched by the homely gesture and smiles at her mother while Killian eyes the casserole suspiciously. “Lasagna?” he asks, a skeptical eyebrow ticking up.

“Chicken parm,” Snow replies in an almost defensive tone.

“That's really sweet of you, Mom,” Emma says while Killian continues to scrutinize the casserole pensively. “We came back earlier than we intended because we had a storm in our back pushing us forward.”

“Anyway,” David throws in a little stiffly, speaking for the first time since they got downstairs, “next time we'll make sure we knock before we use the key.” And, directed at Snow, “Let's leave them to their...” He lets his voice trail off while he waves his hand vaguely in their direction, crinkling his nose in barely veiled disgust. He just can't bring himself to say the word privacy.

“Where are you going?” Killian interrupts unexpectedly.

“Well, home?” David replies with a frown.

“Now, while I'd never dare to doubt this dish is delicious,” Killian drawls and motions to the casserole, “it's surely much too abundant for two people.”

Emma smiles to herself, pleasantly surprised, while her mother cocks her head and narrows her eyes. “What are you saying, Killian?”

“Well, I suggest,” he nods his head towards the basement door, “I'll fetch a bottle of Merlot, and you set the table for us? Always assuming your little lad is taken care of.”

“Henry's with him,” Snow confirms and throws a quick look at her daughter to see if she's okay with this, but her smile tells her she is.

“Then it's settled,” Killian declares and turns to David. “I think we still have some berries in the freezing box–”

“Freezer,” David corrects automatically.

“Whatever,” Killian waves him off nonchalantly. “Maybe you can whip up your famous pancakes for dessert, mate?”

That was a devious move, of course, but his grin is disarming, and really, David has no excuse for being grumpy in the slightest way, and he knows it. Killian's sincerely welcoming invitation was unexpected, his compliment an obvious signal that for him, the family peace is still intact, and David's the last one to keep things awkward when there's basically no reason to.

So he shrugs off his leather jacket. “Sure, I'd love to.”

In the end, it's a pleasant family dinner; Emma and Killian recount the adventures of their sailing trip, while David and Snow fill them in about the latest shenanigans that have been going on in Storybrooke during their absence (not that there have been any of a more serious kind). The atmosphere is relaxed and familial, and David registers with appreciation that, unlike Emma, Killian seems to have the appetite of a Romanian power lifter when it comes to pancakes.

Shortly after the dessert, they finish the last drop of wine, and Snow's eyes are especially bright when she murmurs something about privacy and pancakes on their way out.

Emma cleans up the kitchen with a flick of her wrist – normally, she refrains from that, but today she feels like she can't be bothered with washing dishes, and she feels the heaviness of the day settle in her limbs now. With her arm wrapped around Killian's waist, they climb the stairs.

“That was sweet of you,” she remarks, “to ask my parents to stay for dinner.”

Killian shrugs. “They meant no harm. And besides... how could we not?” He opens the bedroom door and lets her enter with a little tilt of his head, always the gentleman. “I mean, your mother made chicken parm for me,” he adds.

Emma turns around on her heel and crosses her arms. “For you?” she asks skeptically. “Isn't that a bit presumptuous?”

“It's not,” he replies in a determined tone and clicks the door shut. “Chicken parm is my favorite dish of hers,” he points out, “and she knows it.”

“Oh?” She frowns. “I'm not sure if I should be touched or slightly annoyed that my mom makes your favorite dish, plus Dad and his pancakes.” She raises a teasing eyebrow at him. “They deserted to you with flying colors.”

“As you should be well aware of, love,” he tells her smoothly, “I tend to have that effect on people.”

She laughs and shakes her head, while he purses his lips into a smile and starts to unbutton his shirt. “You know what's the best thing about going on an adventure?” he asks after a short pause.

“What's that?”

“Coming home to people who missed you.” He shrugs off his shirt and tilts his head in an almost casual gesture. “I never knew the feeling.” Huffing a little laugh, he quickly adds, “Getting almost copped by your parents is a small price to pay.”

Emma who was just about to pull her t-shirt over her head lets her hands sink and scrutinizes him closely. In spite of his best effort to keep his voice nonchalant, the melancholy in his eyes hasn't escaped her, and once more she realizes how much of kindred spirits they really are. “Yeah, feels good to be missed, right?” she asks softly and steps into his personal space, putting both hands to his bare chest. “It's just a pity that we didn't get to enjoy that... relaxing bath.” She looks up at him from underneath her eyelashes.

“Ah, well,” he replies and rests his hand and hook against her waist, “I guess it will have to wait until next time.”

“Mhm. okay.” She nods and pulls her lower lip between her teeth as if she was contemplating something. “But what about your sore muscles... old man?”

He cocks his head. “They're fine, love, just fine.” His eyebrows rise high when he fixes his eyes on hers, the blue darkening. “And I believe that makes it twice today that you called me old man.”

Emma has to bite her lip to stop herself from grinning too broadly. “And that in spite of all your... potential. My bad.” Her eyes are glittering with mischief. “What are you gonna do about it?” she challenges.

“Well...” Killian sways his head and pretends to ponder her question, but then in a quick move dives down, wraps his arms around her still jeans-clad thighs and throws her over his shoulder, making her gasp in surprise. He announces, “I'll make you pay for it.” Emma squeals with delight and laughter as he dumps her on the bed and pins her down on the mattress with the warm weight of his body, a devilish spark in his eyes as he adds, “Twice.”

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Friends

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: cursing, jealousy, idk man

Word Count: 2643

Summary: Friends get jealous when they’re interested in other people, right?

A/N: So, my hand is doing better, but I am still healing. Anyway, have this in the meantime. There will probably be typos since all of this is typed with my non-dominant hand, and I haven’t edited it. 

“We’re friends.”

That phrase came up too often in any conversation regarding Sirius and you. Friends since third year, you were two peas in a pod. Witty banter and playful teasing were your trademark. Even James couldn’t compete with your sharp wits whenever Sirius and you were remotely near each other. Naturally, it prompted a lot of curiosity from anyone who noticed the kind of friendship you had. You constantly had to assure people that Sirius and you weren’t flirting, and it was simply your sense of humor.

Still, every time the excuse left your lips, waves of mixed emotions involuntarily stormed inside you. You knew Sirius wasn’t just your friend. You definitely wouldn’t feel comfortable talking to Remus or Lily the way you acted with Sirius. He wasn’t officially more than a friend, though, and you didn’t want him to be. That would be messy. You liked things the way they were, with Sirius as whatever he was to you, sans any label.

However, sixth year, Sirius began dating a nice girl from Ravenclaw. He never dated, so of course, your friends gossiped about it whenever they could. You couldn’t count how many times you’d been asked for your opinion on her. You didn’t care much to be honest. Sirius would go on a date or two, probably get bored, and break up with her. Things would return to normal after that.

Weeks past, but they hadn’t broken it off. You weren’t too bothered, except for the fact that the Sirius you knew and loved began to disappear. There were no more snarky remarks or teasing pet names, and the lack of his presence had you feeling a bit hurt. One night, you must’ve been scribbling angrily on your essay since James snickered under his breath. He sat across the table while he folded parchment into paper planes, smirking, “Take it easy, Y/N. What’d that parchment ever do to you.” You rolled your eyes at him and returned to your work. He obviously wasn’t satisfied, so he plucked your quill from your hand to stop your writing. “C’mon, what’s up?”

“It’s not a big deal. I’m just upset Sirius is completely ignoring me in favor of a girl who he’s gonna break up with any second now, you know? We haven’t spoken in four days. The last time we talked, he couldn’t even form one good comeback to anything I said. He just gave me this condescending, almost pitiful, look. Merlin, he’s acting like a prick.”

“Aw,” James cooed, “someone’s jealous.”

“Hell yeah, I’m jealous. He hardly knows her. I’ve been his friend for years.”

James sat back in his seat with a sigh. “Well, if it helps,” he confessed, “I don’t think she’s right for him either… I really don’t know why he’s with her.”

A beat of silence settled over you both until a hint of an idea sparked in the back of your mind. “You know,” you reluctantly mumbled your proposal, “we could always give him a taste of his own medicine.”

“You really want to get under his skin, don’t you?” Your fingers began to trace over the wooden table in front of you to spare yourself from James’s knowing gaze. James simply beamed deviously. “I’m in.”

“Really?”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get everyone together tomorrow to play a quidditch scrimmage,” He recommended. “It’ll be perfect!”

…

Captains Dorcas and James stood with their brooms in hand opposite the line of the players. James was the first to choose a player.

“Y/N, get your adorable ass over here.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile across your lips before you trudged over beside James, pausing to whisper into his ear, “Really? That’s what you choose to say?”

This prompted James to smile to himself while you returned your attention to the draft. Once you’d decided who was on which team, your teammates began discussing who’d play which position. When you usually played, James, Sirius, and you were chasers. James always distracted the other team while Sirius and you made the real moves to score. You three were a well-oiled machine, always on the same wavelength. Until now.

“Hey, Y/N,” Sirius interrupted your strategy conversation with James to ask, “would it be cool if we changed things up a bit and switched you with my princess for our third chaser today?”

Containing your shock as best as you could, you brushed it off. “Of course. I feel like playing beater anyway.” You gave James a smirk before continuing to him, “That is, unless you can’t bear to part with me.”

“I’m tempted to say I can’t, but you can do wonders with a bat, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart, Potter,” I smiled at him teasingly, causing Sirius to quietly huff in annoyance.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” At that, James strode away from the conversation, leaving you shaking your head while Sirius tried keep from glaring in James’s direction.

“Hey, Aileen,” you called to your Hufflepuff teammate after a moment, “I need a second beater. You up for it?”

“Definitely!” she agreed while tossing a bat your way. Remus decided to play keeper, and Marlene was a perfect choice for seeker.

Now, everyone was ready for the scrimmage, so the game began. James was a bit thrown off without you as a chaser, and with Sirius focused more on his girlfriend than the game, your team fell behind with the current strategy, 30 – 0.

You met James’s gaze at one point, and you could tell he was nodding at you to change the strategy. Flying past Aileen on your way to him and the other chasers, you quickly mentioned, “We’re zoning. Play offense, I’ll stay on defense.”

She took your direction by flying towards the other side of the field, to assist a bludger currently giving the other team some difficulty. The other MIA bludger wasn’t anywhere you could see, so you tried distracting the other team in the meantime.

Whizzing through the maze of players, you noticed Sirius had the quaffle. As you approached him, he passed it off to his girlfriend despite James being in a better position to score. Your friend looked at you while flying and nodded towards the missing bludger returning straight towards her. Just when you were about to fly to it, James nodded towards Sirius. You knew exactly what he was thinking, and you liked his idea more than you’d ever admit.

Your broom took off towards the bludger’s target, and just when it was about to knock her off her broom, you swung your bat as hard as you could physically manage. The bludger went barreling at another angle, but you lost your balance in the process, and fell off your broom for a second. Thankfully, you were able to remount it sideways and continue flying just in time to see Sirius duck below the speeding bludger you’d knocked his way.

With Sirius absent from his spot, James swooped in to steal the pass from his girlfriend. You could’ve sworn Remus was laughing from his position on the field when his friend took the opportunity to score ten more points. Now the score 30 – 10.

Springing into action the second you noticed, Marlene sped into a swan dive towards the snitch with Frank, the other seeker, beside her. You followed them slower while you searched for a bludger to distract Frank when Aileen spotted you. She helped you out by whacking one your way, and you barely had enough time to redirect it within an inch of your friends. Since they were getting closer to the gound, the bludger spooked Frank enough for Marlene to gain a decent lead, and she grabbed the fleck of gold within the minute.

“We win!” James shouted, prompting your entire team to erupt in cheers. Well, the entire team except for Sirius, who still seemed to be angry about the bludger you’d sent his way. However, you ignored him just like you’d planned.

All the players were making their way back to solid ground with orders from James and Dorcas. As soon as you dismounted your broom, familiar arms wrapped around your waist to pick you up. “That was an AMAZING shot! You won us the game!”

“James put me down!”

“He’s right, Y/N!” Marlene cheered, “you had my back there. Couldn’t have done it without you!”

James finally put you down, so you could reply to Marlene. “Thanks, but without your flying, the whole thing would’ve been in vain. Don’t sell yourself short because I hit a ball.”

“She’s right,” agreed Dorcas, “You guys all won fair and square.”

“Now let’s all get cleaned up. It’s almost time for dinner.” Remus was, of course, the one to suggest freshening up, so everyone slowly returned to the castle once the balls and brooms were all put away. Sirius was still pouting when you locked up the shed of equipment, and he even waved his girlfriend off when she tried to get him to talk, so she instead caught up with Marlene and Dorcas. You couldn’t suppress the spring in your step while walking to catch up.

However, you unexpectedly laughed when James snuck up behind you to whisper “winner, winner chicken dinner” in your ear and tickle your sides before he ran ahead of you to avoid your wrath. He fell in step with Sirius, but when James began to talk, Sirius wasn’t having any of it.

“Merlin, that was fun!” Sirius kept quiet, pretending that he didn’t hear James speaking. “Everything okay, mate?” Attempting to get away from him, Sirius sped up his pace, so James gradually fell behind. James brushed it off with a roll of his eyes before he slowed his pace to fall in step with you.

“The fuck was that about?” you inquired, watching Sirius stomp up into the castle.

He shrugged. “No idea. Maybe the plan is working too well.”

Even back in their dorm, Sirius entirely refused to acknowledge James, so he tried again when they were the last two in their room. “Got any plans after dinner? I had an idea I wanted to run by you to get Snivellus back for saying those nasty things about that sweet Hufflepuff muggleborn.”

Sirius simply huffed a sigh, paying no attention.

“Alright, mate.” James was fed up. “The fuck is up with you? You’ve been acting like an utter prick since the scrimmage.”

“Oh!” Sirius must’ve been on the last straw too. “I’m the prick here? Well excuse me. You should probably take a long look in the mirror before you go around saying I’m the prick.”

“What?”

“I almost got taken out today with a bludger today when Y/N hit it straight towards me! I’m your best friend, and you have the nerve to tell her, ‘good job!’ Do you want me in the hospital wing or something? I swear, I could be bleeding out right in front of you, and you wouldn’t even notice if she was anywhere near us! Besides, you were looking quite cozy with her. Here, I thought you were after Evans. But then again, I must not be a good enough friend for you to tell me that you decided to peruse Y/N instead.”

“She didn’t ‘almost take you out with a bludger’. It was headed straight for your girlfriend. She probably didn’t have anywhere else to hit it and knew you could handle it if she hit it your way. After all, the two of you are friends. You remind everyone of that on a daily basis. Y/N and I are friends too. Nothing more. Just because I hang out with her doesn’t mean I don’t like Lily. Are you the only person allowed to be Y/N’s friend now, because I think that’s her choice, not yours! Even if I was crushing on her, what does it matter? She’s single. I’m single. It’s not like it’s a crime or anything. You and your girlfriend were two single people who liked each other. I’m friends with her too despite her throwing off our entire quidditch flow. You don’t see me being a little bitch about it.”

Sirius was quick to defend himself. “That’s different.”

“How on earth is that different?”

“It just is.”

James almost laughed at his friend’s reasoning. He was about to crack. “No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is!”

“How the fuck is it–”

“Because I’m crazy about her! Okay James!”

“Y/N?” James already knew the answer, but playing dumb was too fun.

“No, fucking Helga Hufflepuff, dickhead.”

“So why are you dating someone else?”

“Because I can either suffer in silence, which I’m sick and tired of, or I can get over this stupid crush. It’s pathetic.”

“Or,” James nearly laughed out loud, “you could grow a pair and ask her out like a normal person?”

“You’re shitting me, right?”

“No. Just tell her. Kiss her for Godric’s sake. I don’t care. Just put us all out of our misery.”

Sirius didn’t even bother to say anything more on the subject. He was already rushing out of the room in search of you. James was right. Dating other people wasn’t working for him. Plus, he wasn’t spending nearly as much time with you, and the combination of it all made him feel worse than the whole suffering in silence thing.

After he accomplished one last thing, he caught sight of you humming a tune while strolling through a corridor on your way to the Great Hall. He took your hand when he was about to pass by you, urgently stuffing the two of you into a cupboard and shutting the door. Before you had a chance to ask what was going on, he slammed his lips against yours.

You couldn’t think. The way his hands gently caressed up the sides of your waist had your eyes fluttering closed. His lips were slightly chapped from the game, but yours were in the same condition. Gently threading your hands through his dark, silky hair, you turned your head the slightest bit to deepen the kiss. Had he always smelled this nice? You had no idea, and you didn’t care. All that mattered was the goosebumps his fingers left wherever they went. Gently cupping your cheek with one hand, his touch dipped down your jaw and your neck.

Your eyes snapped open. Removing your fingers from raking across his scalp and clinging to his neck, you shoved him away. Thankfully, he caught himself from stumbling backwards while you frantically began, “What the hell is wrong with you? You have a girlfriend!”

“I’ve been crazy about you since second year. That’s what’s wrong with me.”

“Merlin, you’re a jerk… kiss me again.” Sirius stepped closer to you and gently placed a hand on your hip. He was about to lean in when you held a hand to his lips to stop him with an afterthought. “Wait, wait, wait, wait… did you break up with your girlfriend yet?”

As though she knew you were talking about her, a scream echoed through the door from what sounded like ten feet away. With a smirk on his face and a glimmer in his eye, Sirius softly chuckled, “She’s probably going to break up with me any second now because frankly, I’m immature, and she deserves better… She’s not wrong.”

“Sirius Black! I know you’re around here somewhere! Get over here this instant!” his girlfriend screamed, causing you to poke him in the chest.

He stepped back reluctantly at your touch, but his shoulders slumped in annoyance. You knew he was about to whine to let him stay, but you beat him to it. “Go talk to her,” you insisted, “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

He thought about it for a second, glancing towards the door before he raised a brow at you suggestively.

“With kisses?”

“With kisses.”

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[edream93]

Please write a cute prompt about Harriet, Harry and CJ.

Hi anon! So this is getting to you kinda late. My writing schedule for this weekend was pushed back because I started feeling really under the weather and spent most of the day either napping or blowing my nose. Anyway, I hope you like it!

TW: There is mention of some blood.

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The Isle was a rough place, especially for the young. The first few years was all about survival. How to either be unseen or be quick enough to get the heck out of a tricky spot. If you were able to get past a certain age, usually into the double digits, that’s when you could start making a name for yourself. Even then, only a select few, the meanest, cruelest, most cunning actually made it out on top of the kiddie pile to even think of playing with the adults.

All of this to say that it was strange for six year old Calista Jane “CJ” Hook to strut as confidently as she did down the uneven muddy streets of the market alone. She was still too young to have been given (i.e. steal) one of her father’s coats but the quality of the worn but sturdy boots that were stuffed to fit her tiny feet along with the noticeably less amount of dirt that covered her face meant she was better off than some of the other unfortunate bastard sons and daughters of this Isle. It should have been warning enough…

CJ was supposed to be on one of her father’s ships waiting for Harry to come back from whatever he did with Ursula’s recently shrimp smelling daughter and take her to Dr. Facilier’s shop to play with Freddie. But even though she had pointed to where the hands on his pocket watch would be when he needed to pick her up multiple times, he had still not shown up even after being over an hour late.

He had forgotten her! (And it was probably Uma’s fault too since CJ knew the older girl could tell time unlike her brother. What was so great about Uma? She thought the prank that Mal had played on her way great and had hoped her brother wouldn’t want to play with the shrimp smelling girl and instead would decide to decide to go on adventures with her, his little sister. Instead, if anything, the incident made his friendship with Uma stronger, tighter, distancing himself further and futher from his baby sister.)

Having waited long enough, head strong young CJ decided to go on her own. After all, she had made the trip several times with Harry and a few more times with Harriet when the older girl was still living with them (CJ didn’t know that the empty gnawing pain she felt in her chest was due to both of her siblings abandoning her). She didn’t need anyone else.

CJ held her short frame as tall as she possibly could as she made her way through the crowd. It shouldn’t be too hard…

Right?

“Hey, look at her. Pretty lil runt ain’t she?”

“Ya lost little one? Need an uncle to…show you around?”

CJ frowned, staring up at the two grimy looking older men grinning down at her.

“Never go anywhere with a man who ain’t Mr. Smee or Harry, ya here me, Calista Jane?” a memory of Harriet firmly gripping her chin played in the back of her head.

“Ah, cat got yer tongue, poppet?” one of the man laughed, reaching out to grab her arm.

“And if they try to force ya, run like Barbosa’s ghost is after ya!”

CJ kicked the man’s shin hard, a howl of pain escaping his lips. The other man tried to grab after her, but the youngest Hook child slipped between his legs and took off.

“Get back here, ya lil wench!” the first man yelled, both men going after her.

The little girl ran and ran, turning up and down streets to get the two men off her tail. She finally ducked in an alley, hiding behind some wooden crates. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to keep quiet and remain hidden like Harriet and Harry always made her do when daddy had too much of his special juice and went chasing after Harry until either Harriet or Mr. Smee somehow managed to stop him.

The worn and taped boots of the men paused at the entrance of the alley-way.

“I coulda sworn I saw her turn down here,” one man, the man she kicked with a funny looking scar across the bridge of his nose murmured stepping into the alley.

“Lil tramp. Probably ain’t worth the effort of catching her,” he companion spat.

“Aw, don’t say that, mate,” scar man growled. “Those pretty little eyes of hers are probably worth a couple of pretty little pennies from the witches. They like to still do rituals and shit to their demon lord despite not having any magic here.”

CJ moreso heard rather than saw the other man shudder. She herself didn’t like the witches that she knew they were talking about. There were many types of witches on the Isle, Ursula, the Evil Queen, and Madam Mim being the ones that instantly came to mind first. However, there was another category of witches on the Isle, witches who were rumored to be the mistresses of Chernabog, who had willingly given their souls and beauty to the God of the Night in hopes that he would one day rise from his mountain and rain terror down upon their enemies. CJ remembered how even Harriet, her strong fearless sister, wouldn’t even dare to mess with them unless she absolutely had.

No, CJ thought, reaching for the small pocket knife she had stolen off of Harry earlier this morning when she had jumped on him to wake him up from another dream that he had made him sigh “Uma” and “fucking pixie” every now and again. She wasn’t going to be taken to any witches.

“And if ya can’t run…” Harriet’s voice reminded her.

Her hand trembled slightly as she waited for the men to step closer to her hiding space.

“Then stick ‘em with the pointy end!”

“I wouldn’t do that that if I were you, poppet.”

Eyes wide and unintentionally dropping her blade, CJ realized that scar man’s companion had snuck up behind her and was now hold a knife against her throat with one hand while the other hand pulled roughly on her tangled mane.

“You hurt me and you’re gonna be dead!” the girl shouted and hissed, trying to move back as the man with the scar knelt in front of her. “My sister and brother are the meanest kids on the Isle!”

“Oh shut up, lass!” the man behind her hissed, annoyed as he tugged harder on her hair causing tear of pain to form in her eyes. “Like we’re afraid of some no-name kids. Now be good. The witches would want ya alive but they wouldn’t be too put off if you were just a few minutes dead.”

“NO!” CJ yelled trying to scratch and bite her way away from these men. She didn’t want to be some ingredient in some witches seance. She didn’t want to be alone with these men. She just wanted to have an adventure with her big sister and her big brother…

“Ah damn! Ye fuckin’ idiots made the lil monster cry,” a familiar voice sighed tiredly.

“Get out of here lad! Ain’t nothing for ye here,” the man with the scar hissed.

The intruder stepped forward, a boy with a mess of black hair framing bright blue eyes that narrowed when CJ let out a whimper of pain. “Now, that’s where yer wrong. I don’t think ye understand whose sister yer messin’ with,” the boy grinned wickedly, holding up a polished hook in his hand, one of Captain Hook’s old ones that had been polished and fitted so that he could hold it in his less dominant sword wielding hand.

That was apparently enough all the two men needed to see as they connected the dots, gasping before pushing CJ as far away from them as possible, hoping that that would be enough to appease Captain Hook’s insane unpredictable son. Despite the Isle’s size, rumors spread quickly with nothing else for most to do other than just waste away. Even with only being just shy of eleven, the boy was starting to make a name for himself as a fierce and ruthless fighter with the manic laugh and what some could only see as an obsession with Ursula’s disgraced daughter.

“W-we didn’t know,” the man with the scar tried to defend himself to this boy not even half his age. “She didn’ look like yer father,” he said before his eyes widened, trying to backtrack. I mean, she didn’t have the Hook red coat. We thought she was just another runt.”

“They said they were gonna give me to the witches and then they pulled my hair!” CJ pouted crossly, looking irritatedly up at Harry.

The boy sighed, shrugging, looking at the men with a “what can you do?” look on his face. “Well gentlemen, runt or no, it seems you’ve woken a sleepin’ beast.”

The men began to beg at him but all Harry could do was shake his head.

“I’m sorry, but it ain’t up to me,” he said right before a sword protruded the front of one man before pulling back and doing the same with the other. Both men tried to staunch the blood with their hands but blood poured freely through their fingers, too quickly for anything to be done. Harry frowned, looking put out. “Ya couldn’t save one for me, Ettie?”

Harriet wiped the blood off on one of the dying men’s pants, looking nonchalant.

“Think of it as punishment for not looking at Calista Jane properly.”

“Think of it as punishment,” Harry mocked. “Davey Jones, what happened to your damn accent, lass? You abandon us for months to go play on the other side of the Isle with all ‘em land loving stuck ups and all of a sudden ya think yer hot shit!”

“I like it!” CJ exclaimed, beaming up at her big sister with nothing short of admiration, totally desensitized to the sight of two bodies bleeding out. Harriet smirked at her before a frown quickly replaced it.

“Calista Jane, what were you doing walking the streets alone? You’re too young and without reputation to go traversing the Isle by yourself,” the eldest Hook sibling reprimanded.

Crossing her arms and frowning, CJ stomped her foot. “But ya told me you did it when you were younger than me.”

Harriet frowned, stepping over the bodies and bending down to grab CJ firmly by the chin. They both had their father’s brown eyes despite Harriet’s much darker skin tone. “Because I didn’t have an older sister or even an idiot older brother (“Hey!”) to watch my back,” she said gruffly her accent that she had tried to rid herself of leaking through. “There’s a lot of bodies I wouldn’t mind seeing sent off to Davy Jones but I refuse to have ye be one of ‘em, Calista Jane. Not this young. Ye understand?”

Sighing, CJ nodded. Though Harriet could be really cool, there were a few times where she was no fun.

“Sowry,” she said with big fat tears waiting to fall in her eyes.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Oh come on ya little fish bait. If yer gonna try to throw a con over us, the least ya could do is realize no one’s gonna believe that baby talk crap at your age,” he paused, thinking. “Though they might think yer an idiot but that’s not really you acting then, is it?”

Harriet straightened up, smacking Harry hard behind the head causing CJ’s fake tears to immediately stop and the younger girl to break into wicked little giggles.

“Damn lass! That’s me head! I only got one of ‘em!” Harry hissed, rubbing the abused spot.

Harriet ignored him and turned back to CJ. “Let’s do a proper scam.”

CJ gasped excitedly, dancing a little in her spot. “All of us?”

Harriet turned back to look at Harry and CJ held her breath. Ever since the “Shrimpy” incident, Harry had been sticking even closer to Uma, having no time to run scams with his little sister.

The young pirate boy sighed, as if it would be such a chore but the eager look in his eyes told the truth.

“Oh, why not?”

[on-crimson-wings-blog]

HUZZAH, THEY’RE FINISHED

There’s a butt-ton of info about them under the cut, going from left to right.

Mata Reyna (Reyna The Torso) Age: 23 Gender: Female Height: 1'10" / 56 cm Race: Human Job: Scholar & Spy Combat: Baseball bat + Busoshoku Haki IRL Nationality: Filipino Personality: Determined | Intelligent | Stealthy | Bossy | Nosy | Obstinate Brief History: A young woman who didn't let her disability stop her from pursuing greatness. Was an athlete in school and went on to pursue a higher education. Also had a love for performing arts; it was a great extra way to earn some spending money. Made a deal with the Lioness Pirates, joining them after they found her to be very knowledgeable and potentially a great asset to them. Wanted to broaden her horizons, anyhow. Additional Headcanons: Has sacral agenesis, which caused her to be born without the lower half of her torso. Can run as fast on her hands as one does on their feet. Knows a ton of interesting and useless random facts.

Hawk Trent (White Liver Trent) Age: 21 Gender: Male (Newkama) Height: 5'8" / 172 cm Race: Human Job: Cook Combat: Newkama Kenpo IRL Nationality: Italian Personality: Affable | Astute | Compassionate | Perfectionist | Squeamish | Nervous Brief History: Culinary student from somewhere in the Grand Line. Never expected to get caught up with the Lioness Pirates. Probably was somehow swept up into their shenanigans when they visited his home island, and wound up accidentally in their group while they were fleeing from some Marines. Was mistakenly associated with them from that point on, so he felt obligated to join them. Proved to be a talented and useful cook, as well as a skilled combatant. Despite having little knowledge about living on sea or life outside his island (and being slightly scared of everything), he seems to be enjoying his stay with this crew. Additional Headcanons: Huge history nerd. Has a huge weakness for potato chips; makes his own homemade chips. Very cleanly, a tad germophobic.

Han Iemon (Kabuki Iemon) Age: 29 Gender: Male Height: 5'5" / 165 cm Race: Human Job: Lookout & Musician Combat: Observation haki, possibly a shamisen IRL Nationality: Japanese Personality: Sharp | Rational | Self-Aware | Sarcastic | Overconfident | Stubborn Brief History: From a family line of Kabuki performers. An accident at the theater one night left him blind, traumatized, and able to use observation haki. Descended into a life of crime to survive after that, acting as a lookout for his gang of thieves. Probably joined the crew after aiding them somehow and seeing his life on his home island wasn't really going anywhere. Additional Headcanons: Notoriously hard to read, based on facial expression. Kinda makes the same neutral face all the time. Often makes dark comments under his breath, always prompting his crewmates to say “what?” He always answers innocently with a “what?” of his own.

Dailey Deez (Nutty Deez) Age: 25 Gender: Female Height: 5'1" / 155 cm Race: Human Job: Blacksmith Combat: Push Scooter IRL Nationality: South African Personality: Bright | Easygoing | Creative | Eccentric | Melodramatic | Reckless | Impish Brief History: Blacksmith who studied at a smithing academy in North Blue. Was top of her class. Probably started following around and bothering Xiulan and her crew when they stopped at her home island. Probably also invited herself aboard their ship / snuck onto their ship as it left the island. They didn't feel like turning around to drop her off home, so they had no choice but to take her along. Saw she was good for blacksmithing and being the crew's butt monkey. Additional Headcanons: Engaging and eloquent speaker. Can be cryptic. Knows how to get under people's skin and seems to enjoy testing them, and her jabs at people always have a purpose behind them. The crew member everyone loves to pick on. Hard to tell what she does and doesn’t take seriously. Quick wits.

Redleaf Kirk (Iron Wall Kirk) Age: 32 Gender: Male Height: 6'11" / 210 cm Race: Human Job: Shipwright & Helmsman Combat: Extreme brute strength, maybe busoshoku haki, also a giant hammer. He's like, Scottish Thor. IRL Nationality: Scottish Personality: Affectionate | Skilled | Flexible | Extroverted | Overbearing | Bigmouth | Overambitious Brief History: An old connection of Xiulan’s. They went their separate ways at some point, pursuing different areas. Possibly used to work together. He became a shipwright on a different island and didn’t care too much for the place. Reconnected with Xiulan when she brought her crew to his new island, and asked to join in on their adventures. Additional Headcanons: Often talks and sings to himself. Gives good hugs. Crew dad. Crewmates sometimes call him Red. Sometimes even screams to himself.

Cho Xiulan (Lioness Xiulan) Age: 24 Gender: Female Height: 5'6" / 167.6 cm Race: Human Job: Captain Combat: Devil Fruit (Chinese Lion Zoan) and hand to hand combat IRL Nationality: Chinese Personality: Diplomatic | Courageous | Dignified | Cynical | Stern | Callous Brief History: Former Marine. Likely from a poor area of her home island and forced to join. Found the conditions deplorable and defected to piracy. Found and consumed her Devil Fruit when she was younger; Marines found her to be valuable because of it. Additional Headcanons: She's very much leader material, a strong and brave woman with a good head on her shoulders. Her crew members deeply respect her, though some find her intimidating. On the surface, she can be tough and rigid, but under that, she's quite caring for her crew. Always dressed well and takes fashion seriously.

Keska Karim (Chain Link Karim) Age: 27 Gender: Male Height: 6'3" / 191 cm Race: Human Job: First Mate & Boatswain Combat: Devil Fruit (chain paramecia) & blades. Knows how to use many other weapon types. IRL Nationality: Egyptian Personality: Cautious | Analytical | Loyal | Taciturn | Suspicious | Gruff | Blunt Brief History: Used to be an assassin for hire. Took on some pretty shady and dangerous jobs. Was hired by a Marine to bring him Xiulan's head. Wound up joining her instead. Additional Headcanons: Battle strategist. Excellent at information gathering.

Ashton (Blue Ring Ashton) Age: 19 Gender: Male Height: 5'10" / 178 cm Race: Blue-ringed Octopus Merman Job: Navigator Combat: Sextant and Firearms (the latter taught by Karim) IRL Nationality: Australian Personality: Curious | Good-Humoured | Virtuous | Extroverted | Gullible | Nosy | Goofy Brief History: An orphaned merman from South Blue. Was taken in by a kind old human lady retired pirate, after he was caught trying to steal something. She was a well-traveled and wise lady who loved all types of creatures. Raised him until she died, told him to seek his fortune, he became a pirate (was inspired by her tales of her travels and adventures). Most likely bumped into Xiulan and Karim in a tavern and begged convinced them to take him with then. Additional Headcanons: He likes curling up into small places to sleep. His tentacles are extremely flexible. Collects rocks. Might have slightly venomous saliva, which probably means he can never make out with someone without killing them. That's okay though, he's too pure and innocent for making out.

Chepi (Pink Doctor Chepi) Age: 29 Gender: Female Height: 4'9" / 144.8 cm Race: Shandian Job: Doctor Combat: Observation Haki & Fire Opal Blade IRL Nationality: Native American (Algonquin) Personality: Mature | Intelligent | Calm | Spiritual | Rigid | Proud | Snippy Brief History: A Shandian priestess in line to become a high priestess. Was curious about what lay beyond Skypeia. Xiulan and her crew came to Skypeia right after escaping a battle. Chepi treated them and found them endearing. Wound up joining so she could broaden her horizons. Additional Headcanons: Loves learning new things. Mild-mannered. Doesn’t really know how to laugh at herself; no-nonsense type of gal. 

Florence Age: 3 Gender: Female Height: 2'0" / 61 cm Race: Capybara Job: Mascot / Pet Combat: She doesn't really fight. IRL Nationality: Peruvian Personality: Social | Sweet | Affectionate Brief History: Kirk returned late to the ship one day with a capybara. He'd been playing with it and it followed him home. Decided to keep her and named her Florence. Additional Headcanons: Almost never leaves Kirk's or Chepi's side. More or less Kirk's pet, but she loves Chepi, too. Loves being in the water; sometimes sits in the bathtub for long periods of time. Occasionally wakes Kirk in the middle of the night to play, often to the annoyance of the rest of the crew

[lostincomicbooks]

Billy Kaplan

Did you see BILLY KAPLAN from MARVEL COMICS walking around Limbo? The MALE looks like TYLER YOUNG, and is NINETEEN years old. I’ve heard he can be FRIENDLY but also CYNICAL. When I think of them I think of MAGIC, SPACE, COMICS. They’ve been here WITH their memories as a TECH OPERATOR at LIMBO TIMES THEATRE for 3 MONTHS. I heard they’re still trying to figure out how they ended up in Limbo.

More Info Below

Name: William Kaplan Nicknames: Billy, Bill, Bee, B, Asgardian, Wiccan, Demiurge, “That Twink from the Young Avengers”:

Age: 19

Gender: Male 

Identity: Secret identity

Orientation: Homosexual

Species: Homosuperior

Allegiance: Young avengers, New avengers (formerly), Magneto’s relatives, Maximoff family. MBTI: INFP (Introvert Intuitive Feeling Perceiving)

Powers: Reality warping, Chaos Magic. 

Backstory

“See, I'm the child of a witch and an android. I'm their wish come true. Bigger than magic, living information, retro-reincarnated in human form. Now, my brother? He'd give you a physical fight. He'd warp time and space to punch you fifty times a second. But when I warp time and space... I use my words. And I say I'm a bigger deal in this reality than you are. Now sit tight, you little pest... While we clean up the mess you made..”  The soul twin brother of Tommy Shepherd, and soul child of Wanda and the Vision. His soul transferred into the body of Billy Kaplan, an already living, then 16-year old son of Rebecca and Jeff Kaplan, and brother of two younger brothers. He didn’t find out about his powers until he confronted his long term high school bully, John Kesler. During this, Billy almost killed him. He worked for the Avengers since he was 16, during that time he was engaged to his, then boyfriend, Teddy Altman. "I've never really had a problem with being different from other people. It's other people who have the problem with me."As said before, Billy was bullied through high school because of his fanboyness and for his, apparent obvious homosexuality. He usually did nothing to stop these bullies, until he met the Scarlet witch out the front of the avengers mansion, who healed his wounds and gave him some advice, however this contributed to the emergence of his powers, coming out as eletrokinesis. "This is not super hero behavior" With these new found powers, Billy had been asked to join Iron lad’s Young avengers, as he had been listed in Visions Avengers Fail-Safe Program. Being the fan boy he is and with his powerset of Electric Manipulation, he decided to take after the avenger, Thor. Taking up the position of Asgardian. This was short lived as his team mates suggested the name of Wiccan after Iron lad had left them and though, Captain america had warned them against continuing their superhero behaviour and putting people in danger. And they obviously did not listen. During his time, Billy had met Hulkling or Teddy Altman who soon became his boyfriend. The young avengers kept up their superhero activities and met up often. Before one of these meetings, Billy had attempted to tell his parents he was a superhero, however his parents had interpreted this as Billy coming out to them. Fortunately they were very happy for him and approving of his boyfriend. Remaining unaware of the boys superhero status, did not last long as the Super Skull blew up their house in order to kidnap Teddy. This ended in the death of Teddy’s mother and outed the boys as superheroes and the dangers of this. Teddy disappeared from the house, prompting the young avengers to attempt to resume him. Using the Avengers Fail-Safe program lead them to a superpowered juvenile detention facility where he met his reincarnated brother, Tommy Shepherd. His teammate, Cassie Lang had pointed out that they could have been twins. They rescued Teddy and discovered he and Tommy’s possible connections to the Scarlet Witch. “Now, would anyone other than the team sociopath care to weigh in?" He and the other young avengers had been arrested during the Civil War, he was forced to teleport the entire prisoner bus to safety. He met the runaways during the events of the civil war, attempting to help them, only ending up in a fight. Moments after the fight had ended, the two groups were attacked by a hypnotised Marvel Boy. BIlly was captured along with Hulkling, becoming prisoners of the Warden and was forced to watch his boyfriend be cut open for the Wardens sadistic pleasure, while he was cut off from hearing himself and unable to perform his spells as a downside. Forced to listen to the sick dialogue of the Warden. Once freed by Xavin of the runaways, Teddy had to stop Billy from killing the Warden“Gee, let me check my super hero manual. Oh, wait, it’s in my other tights”After this, Billy and the rest of the young avengers returned back to Cap’s team in the Civil war. He and Cloak were one of the first to go down, as Spider man and Iron man wanted to knock out the two heroes with Teleportation powers. Billy was captured and kept in Prison 42, but was later freed in the raid lead by Captain America. Billy decided to search for his possible past incarnations mother, Wanda, first going with Tommy to search Genosha and Wundagore and then the former home of the Scarlet witch but found nothing leading towards her whereabouts. Wiccan saved his boyfriend from being execution and rescued him from the Skrulls during secret invasion. "Okay, this completely violates Growing Man continuity." During a battle with the Son of the Serpent’s, Wiccan had an emotionally-driven power overload after his boyfriend’s life had been threatened. This power overload had disarmed a nuclear bomb and knocked out the remaining 20 members of the Sons of the Serpent. Due to this the avengers decided to keep him under supervision with Hulkling in a prison cell. Speed broke them out only minutes after they arrived. Magneto had come to meet the boys, resulting in a battle with the Young Avengers and Magento against the Avengers, saved only by Billy teleporting them away. They met Quicksilver and found out the Wanda he thought was his sister was nothing but a doombot. Billy snuck off on his own to Latveria. "Please don't worry. It's not like I'm planning to invade Latveria, confront Dr. Doom, and rescue the Scarlet Witch tonight. At least that's not the plan." There he found an amnesiac Wanda, who was engaged to Doctor Doom. Doom knew Billy was there and promptly stripped him of his powers and kept him hostage. The other young avengers, Magneto and Quicksilver attempted to rescue him but where kept up by the Avengers. Wanda rescued billy, trying to figure out her past, but they were met with the battle. Right before Logan could kill Billy, Iron lad came back to protect Billy. Iron lad took Wanda and the Young avengers to the past, meeting the Jack of hearts. This made Wanda start to remember who she was and her powers returned to her. With these powers back, she pulled the Young avengers, herself and Scott Lang to the present. Then, finally confirming that Wiccan and Speed were her sons. This lead them back too Doom's castle and Billy regaining his powers. The three magic uses intended to perform a ritual to undo the effects of M-Day, however interrupted by Patriot, left Doctor Doom with Wanda’s powers. “But you show up anyway. You don’t give up. You never ever give up.”Doom had plans to turn the world into a utopia that he ruled. The X-men, Avengers, and Young Avengers worked together to defeat him, and unfortunately losing Cassie during the fight. Doom lost his powers as he overloaded them. Iron lad tried to take Cassie into the future to save her life but Vision refuse to allow hiom, resulting in his destruction. Wiccan tried to stop Iron lad from leaving but Nate left, back into the time stream. After this Billy fell into a deep depression, the young avengers disbanded. Billy stayed in his room for seemily months until hulkling pulled him out of it with a proposal. Captain America called them to the Avengers mansion not long after, and officially made the young avengers official avengers. “Are we about to make out in Avengers Headquarters?” After a while in retirement, Billy had attempted to bring Teddy’s mother back to life, however he brought Mother into their world. Mother was an International Parasite. This was due to Loki’s influence, however, they did not know of this and decided to team up with Loki. Loki’s plan was to control Billy and use him once he reached his destined opimentence as the Demiurge. The couple, followed Loki and escaped Mother for the time being. Soon American Chavez, Kate and Noh-Varr joined them. As their deceased parents joined mother and started to attack them. Wiccan had been coerced into giving Loki his power temporarily, but God had just ran off with his powers, leaving him powerless. (Suicide TW START) Thanks to Loki pointing out that if Billy died, the curse would be lifted, Wiccan attempted to end his own life, only for Loki to stop him just in time. (Suicide TW END) Loki used Billy’s powers to boost the Young avengers abilities and returned them to Billy. They escaped mother and her army, and were told to stay away from any place their parents could be or were they had died. They decided to stick together and travel the universe.”I definitely need a new code name.”Loki trained Billy through the next few months, preparing him to fight against mother, wanting to regain their trust. Prodigy soon joined their team, informing them of Speed’s kidnapping. The young avengers accidently entered mothers dimension and were chased through it. Accidently leaving Prodigy and Hulkling behind. Which lead to Prodigy kissing Hulkling and that made Wiccan Big Mad >:( Finding Alternative, evil versions of themselves to distract mother with they escaped. Not long after, Hulkling left the team. Needing to figure out if he loved Billy or if it was a result of his magic, however during this time, Hulkling was tricked to return to New York and was threatened by Mother, threatening to release the evil young Avengers onto the world. ”Yeah, I’m quoting Project Runway” Meanwhile, Billy was still not strong enough to end Mother’s curse. Loki suggested that he would be able to if he was older. Though hesitant, Billy eventually aged Loki up into a Young adult. Loki’s plan did not work and had to revert to the second plan. Making Billy the Demiurge. Other teenage superheroes were called in to fight the evil young avengers so the Young Avengers could fight off Mother. Billy couldn’t tap into the Demiurge’s power, however once Teddy was able to comfort and repair they relationship, Billy met his full potential. Destroying Mother. ”I’m… Erm… I’m with someone! And gay! Did I not Indicate that?! very, very gay!” Billy and Teddy joined the New Avengers. Combining his powers with his other teammates the team managed to save Paris. Returning to Avengers Island, aliens kidnapped him and Hulkling. These aliens wanted to see if Hulkling was the chosen one and gained the Excelsior sword. The couple were taken to the aliens home, where Billy was possessed by an evil wizard named Moridun. The new avengers and the aliens tried to defeat Moridun, and seemingly did, not knowing that Wiccan has been possessed. BIlly decided to change his Code name to Demiurge, while Moridun began to infect his mind. ”Is that your way of asking if i’m single? Cause you’re really not my type.” Cut to the future, where the Demiurge had been killed from the inside out and had taken over his body. The future avengers decided to go back in time to stop the Demiurge before it got worse. King Hulk, aka Future Hulkling tried to convince present Hulkling to kill Demiurge. However Hulkling managed to get through to Billy and allowed him to defeat the evil wizard. Causing the future to change, to a more peaceful one. Billy, Teddy and Squirrel girl were kicked out of the new avengers as they opposed a decision made by aim to rescue and Shelter Rick Jones. The three remained together and soon recruited Hawkeye (Clint Barton), and helped to fight the Celestial Destructor along with the Scarlet Witch and Doctor Strange. Soon they were requested to help AIM once again, freeing one of their agents.  “Doctor Doom knows who I am.” Billy and Teddy were lead to an empty apartment by Sunspot, only for the apartment to be given to them as a gift. They disbanded the New avengers to focus on their own lives.

Power sets

Powerset, Based off comics.Note: All Powers become irrelevant if Billy can not hear himself, or he is using his magic against Mother and her army. And are not as effective against stronger opponents, especially magically ones

Lightning [Young Avengers 1-1] Shoots bolts of electricity at target. Flight [Young Avengers 1-1] Magic forms in his hands to help him levitate/fly Tech disabling [Young Avengers 1-3] Magic blasts that can temporarily disable the functions of electronics/robots.  Energy disabling [Young Avengers 1-5] Magic blasts that can temporarily disable the functions of energy fields/force fields. Stop Spell [Young Avengers 1-5] Meant to stop the actions of an opponent. Memory Alteration [Young Avengers 1-6] Remove selective memories of a target. Levitation [Young Avengers 1-6] Object/person/self levitation, self-explanatory. Transportation Disc [Young Avengers 1-6] A magic disc is created to allow for the carrying of multiple people. Location Spell [Young Avengers 1-7] Magic is used to locate a target, location, or object. Bubble Shield [Young Avengers 1-7] Magic is used to create a protective bubble/shield around a target. Energy Burst [Young avengers 1-7] Energy bursts from the body, mostly hands. Teleportation (Small) [Young Avengers 1-8] One person teleported a short distance. Teleportation (Medium) [Civil War #2] Teleport a group of people (and/or a large object) a great distance. Teleportation (Large) [Children’s Crusade #2] Teleporting a large group of people a great distance. Sleep spell (small) [Young Avengers 1-8] A target is knocked unconscious/put to sleep for a while. Sleep spell (Large) [Children's crusade #1] Knocking out a large group of people with a spell. Only able to do it under great emotional stress. Object enchantment [Young avengers 1-9] Physical attributes of an object are enhanced and enchanted somehow. Force Field [Young avengers 1-9] Magic is used to create a protective energy field. Clothes Swapping [Young Avengers 1-10] Magic is used to a) create a disguise, or b) switch between costume and civilian wear. Healing [Young avengers 1-11] Magic is used to heal injuries. Will not work on himself. Object manifestation [Young Avengers 1-12] Magic is used to create an object out of nothing. Dual casting (small)[ Young Avengers Presents #1] Casting two spells at the same time. Dual casting (Large) [Children's Crusade #1] Casting two spells at the same time and affecting a large group/area. Somewhat uncontrolled and emotionally driven. Protection spell [Young Avengers Presents #3] A spell cast to counter a negative enchantment. Summoning (object) [Young avengers Presents #3] An item is summoned from god-knows-where. Size spell [Young Avengers Presents #5] Magic is used to change the size of target. Invisibility [Young Avengers Presents #6] Billy turns himself invisible until he dismisses the spell or lacks the stamina to keep it up. Illusion [Dark Reign#4] A full-body disguise is created as long as Billy can keep up the spell. Binding spell [Dark Reign #5] A target is tied, bound, or otherwise restrained. Attack Redirect [We Are The Avengers] Redirects attacks away from a person or object. Flight Transfer [Children’s Crusade #1] Grants temporary flight ability to another person. Object Transformation [Children's Crusade #1] Billy's surroundings are changed and manipulated to suit his whims. Group disguise [Children's Crusade  #2] Changing the appearance of a large group at the same time. Safeguard [Children's Crusade #7] Magic is used to counter/control/restrain other magic. Nexus Portal [Children's Crusade  #8] Magic is used to help open a nexus portal to the life force. Basically irrelevant without the Scarlet Witch. Reverse Teleport [Mighty avengers #28] Summons another person to Billy's location. (He was able to pull Loki directly from Asgard; distance isn't an issue.) Flash [Mighty Avengers #29] A flash of light is used to blind a target. Reverse Disguise [Mighty Avengers #29] Magic is used to dispel a disguise and reveal a target's true form. Object Manipulation [Young Avengers 1-3] Magic is used to make an object disappear into nothing Power Transfer [Young Avengers 2-4] Temporarily able to give his powers to another person. Water Manipulation [Secret Invasion #3] Manipulation of water to attack or defend himself and others. Energy Blasts [Young Avengers 2-3] Blasts of Energy are released from his hands. Energy Wave (Forward) [Young avengers 2-5] Destroying a large group of targets with a wave of energy. Demiurge [Young Avengers 2-13] It’s kinda like a “Super Sayain” form, making him extremely powerful, so much so he was able to come out of the comic itself and warp events, realty at whim, with no real effort. Erase [Young avengers 2-13] By tapping into his “Demiurge” powers he is able to erase the interdenominational parasite “Mother” from existence

Headcanons

Billy’s ears are a no-touch zone after the warden. He did get a piercing at one stage to combat this, which ultimately failed to help, and probably made it worse.If Billy can’t speak or hear himself it makes him really anxious Billy’s gay awakening was Captain America. He has never told Cap this and never will. Billy loves musical theatre, he saves up for months go to a show. He really likes Rent, Wicked, Heathers, My Fair Lady, Les Miserables, Fiddler on the Roof, Avenue Q, Into the Woods, Miss Saigon, Mary Poppins, Evita, Annie Get Your Gun, and The Producers.  He has a collection of superhero stuff, and he constantly has to hide them whenever people come over, especially other superheroes He doesn’t eat pork. His family are part of Reform Judaism, and even though he’s not extremely religious (he said he was a Lapsed Jew) he still just chooses not to eat pork. Billy's birthday is February 9th. (He’s an Aquarius, if you’re curious.)All his clothes are geeky and nerdy and mostly graphic tees, his friends always tell him he has a terrible fashion sense. Billy will get iced tea whenever it’s available, especially raspberry or mango flavour. He is quite flexible, which, according to him helps with his magic. Billy has a lot of nightmares, done about Scarlet Witch, Mephisto, the war, what happened in the Cube, and his imprisonment. Billy watches a lot of Crime Shows, Musicals, and his weekly dose of the sound of music.