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beneathashadytree · 4 years ago

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I saw your song requests were open, so can I please have "Arcade" by Duncan Laurence for Bertholdt? S/o is a Warrior and shifter that's also part of the Paradis Island Operation. They're closest to Bertholdt because they understood that his duty as the Colossal Titan meant that he would be alone in life, yet tried to be his friend :') Over the years they slowly developed and pursued their feelings for each other, even though they knew it would end in tragedy with their short lives. Thank you ❤️

ARCADE - BERTHOLDT HOOVER X READER

Warnings : mentions of death, blood, gore in general, implied depression, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : angst with tiny bits of fluff

Word count : 2.3K words (oops)

Additional notes : I absolutely ADORED writing this, you have no idea. Bertholdt is one of my fav characters, and this song fit perfectly, so I got a bit carried away hehe. Thank you for your request; I'd love to hear your feedback!

Synopsis : Was it all worth it? That was the question Bertholdt's lover would come to ask their own self. And the answer was always a miserable but firm yes.

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With Reiner's mangled body to their left, and a haunting vacancy to their right, the tight grip on their heart seemed to almost squeeze it out of their chest. The place that should've been occupied by the man they'd spent so long wrapped up in his arms, was entirely empty, only replaced by the salty sea breeze. The relief that they should've felt on their return trip where they could've spent their final years together was instead a lingering feeling of sorrow and melancholy that burned through every inch of them.

Here they were, homebound and half of a whole. It was almost as though their thoughts were a barren wasteland; unable to process the fact that he was there no longer. No matter how hard their brain struggled with it, and no matter how hard they wished they could just blatantly deny it and live a false life of believing that he was fine, there was no escaping it---Bertholdt was long dead, and they were on a ship back to a home that would never feel like its name without him.

Wringing their hands in front of them, smiling at the cruelty of fate that they'd somehow miraculously survived with no more than a few scratches, they found that they couldn't find anyone else to blame aside from their own self. After all, who'd take a look at their 13-years-left lifespan and decide that it was the perfect time to fall in love with a person holding the same tragic fate? Idiocy had reigned king in their mind, and they were now paying the price for jumping headfirst into the destiny they had foolishly thought they could distract themselves from.

The inevitable was to come to pass, even if it had happened under entirely unprecedented circumstances and far earlier than it should have. Glancing at Zeke with his cigarette languidly held in his fingers near the ship's rail, they were painfully reminded of the smoke that had risen from Armin's transformation, when he'd just sent their world crashing down on her right before their horrified eyes.

They had to shoulder the blame for their own hurt. But try as they might, they couldn't bring their self to regret having loved him and been loved by him.

The choices for the new generation of Marleyan warriors weren't up to them. That had been entirely up to fate, and in the way things played out, they'd ended up being chosen, one amongst the lot of weary Eldian kids striving to clear their names and save their struggling families, and alongside them had been a shy and softspoken tall boy who seemed to have the heart of a kitten more than that of a lion.

Upon knowing that he was destined to inherit the colossal type, they'd felt a mix of horror and awe. Unbeknownst to them, the boy had felt the same jumble of emotions himself, and seemed to have shrunk inside his own shell even more, even though the bunch of kids had been a rather boisterous one (save for Leonhardt, who enjoyed loneliness and silence more than a child her age should have).

And seeing him like that, they couldn't bear the thought of leaving him alone to his devices, where a life of solitude surely awaited him for being a weapon of mass destruction. So, in a similar fashion to the way they would soon befriend 'island devils', they'd approached him with eyes shrouded in kindness and warmth. Like a calming spell had washed over him, the brunette, Bertholdt Hoover she'd learned his name was, tentatively accepted her advances, and allowed her to seek friendship in him.

Much to his best friend Reiner's chagrin, their conversations were full of shy glances and gentle smiles that spoke volumes louder than their words ever did. It was in Bertholdt's nature to remain passive and only speak up when spoken to, and the added intimidation caused by an overwhelming teenage crush did not help ease his nerves in the least. More often than not, the stout blond was forced to clap his taller friend on the back so he could stammer back a shy reply to the words his charming crush had spoken to him.

Little did he know that the budding feelings were mutual. In his sweet smile they found peace amidst the hellhole they'd been immersed in all of a sudden. His slightly-clammy hands had clutched theirs nervously when Marcel had been eliminated at the very start of their operation and left their small group a divided mess. Whenever the overwhelming feeling of anguish washed over them after the wall had collapsed, gentle green eyes had provided reassurance without even being aware of the power they held over them. During the sleepless nights that had them heaving over the magnitude of their betrayal to the people they were pretending to treat as family, a deft finger would brush back their hair like it was the most delicate thing he'd ever touched.

All that and so much more over the years slowly developed into an emotion whose name they knew but cursed their self for feeling at a time like this: young love. It seeped into their blood and had their heart pounding whenever his tall frame walked beside them, slightly protective and yet somehow still timid. Their hushed conversations soon began lapsing in silence, heavy blush dusting both of their cheeks whenever they'd accidentally brush against each other's bodies. Unblinking eyes would grow wide and they'd stumble over their words, before an annoyed Reiner would tell them to 'stop being so dense and make the best of their time left', which would then leave them with a dreaded cloud hanging over their heads.

Because, at the end of the day, there wasn't much time left to spend. Their lives were expendable. Annie knew that the most, and she'd decided she would bide her time in safety; a smart move on her part. But for them? They didn't have much of a choice but to carry out their orders as best as they could, lest their lives come to an end far too soon. And being in such close quarters with Bertholdt for the rest of their lives was equal parts a sobstory and a fairytale.

Knowing damn well that they couldn't afford to waste any time, and knowing damn well that with the way things were progressing it wouldn't take long before things would go downhill, they had the sudden epiphany that it was now or never. With their heart on their sleeve, they decided to confess their feelings so they could---at the very least---rest easily.

"Bertholdt, I think I've fallen for you."

The silence in front of the bonfire had been deafening, and that was something they'd expected, but they certainly hadn't foreseen the unshed tears that made his beautiful eyes sparkle.

Voice thick with sadness, he had apologized. And without him having to elaborate, they knew what he was apologizing for---for the fact that they had to fall in love at a time like this.

But they were delighted to hear that he felt the same. He did tell them that he reciprocated their feelings, so that was a reassurance that would, for the moment, keep their worries at bay.

And so, just like that, the newly appointed cadets found out that there was a new couple amongst them when they woke up to find a small body slumped against tall figure and cuddled under the same wool blanket.

The following years were spent with entwined hands, rapidly beating hearts, and stolen kisses whenever people's eyes weren't on them (and they had a knack for finding the best and most secluded spots, seeing as they weren't exactly the most conspicuous two people, even if Bertholdt's height sometimes brought them unnecessary attention). And Reiner was undoubtedly a fine friend and wingman, often playing the part and distracting others with his genial nature so that curious eyes would leave the shy couple and trail back to him.

"I got you something," soon became a phrase they awaited from their boyfriend, as it was often followed by a simple albeit thoughtful gift. A small bunch of wildflowers, perhaps, or a book that they'd expressed interest in, maybe even a rare pastry he found while strolling the town on return from a mission---whatever it was he handed over with a bashful gaze, it was always a gesture they truly appreciated, knowing that he was truly a gentle giant.

In the false haven they'd created between themselves, they seemed to have forgotten that their mission was a suicide mission, one that had grown even more dangerous as the years passed and their pre-written fate was about to pull their happiness from underneath their unexpecting feet.

It didn't come as a surprise for them that they would, eventually, have to expose of their true natures; to show their betrayal like a theater play for every one of their 'friends' to see. But what did come as a surprise---and a confusing one at that---was Bertholdt's adamant refusal to let them reveal their true colors alongside him and Reiner after Annie's capture.

"But why?" they'd whisper-yelled at him one night, anger coursing through their veins when he'd even refused to look them in the eyes and even picked at his shirt.

"Because I don't want you to become their enemy!" he'd choked out, gritting his teeth as his heart had clenched in his chest.

They'd stilled in his arms, looking at him and asking incredulously, "But you'd rather you and Reiner take the brunt of it?"

He nodded firmly, an air of sureness and confidence that they'd never sense before surrounding him.

"If it means keeping you safe and happy, then yes."

They'd argued back, "I was trained too. And if push comes to shove, you'd keep me safe."

His grip on them tightened, "I might not live. If that happens, I don't want the two of us to die without the chance to go home. Keeping your identity a secret means that Zeke could save you without arising suspicion. They'll think he took you because you wanted to mourn over me."

"Don't," their sobs had permeated the quiet night air, "Let's not talk about this when I sneaked around Captain Levi to hold you like this."

He'd given them a lop-sided smile, before kissing their temple and squeezing them once more for good measure, "I know you don't want to, but please. Listen to me. I'm doing this because I'm in love with you and I don't want your safety to be compromised."

With tears in their eyes, they'd begrudgingly nodded their head in agreement, "Alright. I love you, and I don't want you to worry either."

Little did they know, that his words would prove to be true and would spell out the future that was soon to happen. With anguish in their expression, months later, they'd watched Armin's teeth snap her already-limbless lover into an unrecognizable mess of flesh and bones, his blood splattering on their dirtied clothes and ODM gear even from the precautionary distance they'd taken. Mouth agape in a silent scream, they stood rooted to the spot as the horrifying scene had played before their eyes.

They hadn't had the time to process it. Their lives spent together had been supressed into a reel that played in their mind so fast, just like one of the films they'd inspected with wonder in their eyes so long ago in their pre-teen years. He'd always been incredibly intuitive, but they'd wished desperately that he hadn't been so right about this.

Body growing numb as a stinging pain had taken over them, everything had faded into the background as the sight of their loving boyfriend and companion being devoured took over every nook and cranny of their mind. Hell; they had no recollections of being rescued by Pieck and Zeke, nor did they know how they wound up on the ship back home.

The only thing they were sure of was that they wished that they hadn't made it out alive---at least, not alone. Living was a bland thing; an extra effort they couldn't exert when it was done without Bertholdt.

A small hand placed itself on their hunched shoulder as their empty eyes gazed at sea. Without even looking up, they knew that the only one that could possibly be offering a semblance of comfort would be the ever-so-gentle Pieck. Wordlessly, she sat down to her right, folding her legs underneath her as her hand fell to clutch at their trembling ones. For a while, they sat in silence, only interrupted by the occasional screeching birds and the crashing waves against the massive hull.

"We knew this would happen," they swallowed thickly, surprising Pieck a little to see them be the one to initiate talking, "Bertholdt and I. We thought it would hurt less if we accepted our misfortune. And yet," they began to choke on their words as tears began to well up in their eyes, "I still feel like my heart is being wrenched out of my chest."

With only their sniffles keeping them company, Pieck sympathetically held them into her chest. She didn't speak. She couldn't and wouldn't dare to. After all, what good would her words do, when her old friend had just realized that loving him was a losing game from the very start?

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mainly-kpop · 5 years ago

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A Pirate’s Life For Me

Chapter Four Pirate!BTS Maid!Reader Warnings: back stories. Some a little tragic. uh talks of death, murder, little bitta smut, theft, infidelity Summary: You had always wondered about pirates, about a life outside of these walls. On your 23rd birthday, you would finally find out what both were really like. Word Count: 3.9k

‘Start with me? Why me?’ He whined, almost childlike. He didn’t want to go first, how much was he meant to share? How much was too much? Some of the boys knew parts of the story, others didn’t, was this going to be too much?

‘Because, you’re the captain. You first.’ Jungkook signalled, sitting back ready to hear the story he never heard before.

‘But father, why me?’ He spoke, hand clutching his father’s. The rest of his family stood behind them, silent tears making paths down their cheeks. The old man smiled warmly.

‘Because, I believe you’ll run it like I do. You have the same morals son, the same ideals. Keep that and take my ship. I trust you.’

The old man died that same night. Docked in a small town, they carried his body out. The patrons of the town would not sell them a plot of land, instead the buried him in a near by forest. Deep enough so animals could not dig the body out. A small prayer was spoken, respects paid. Yoongi went back every year without fail, the same couldn’t be said for his family though.

‘But I can’t do this by myself. Mother please!’ She ripped her hand out of his grip, picking up the gold off the desk. His brothers stood outside the door, both leaving with their mother. Her bags had been packed since the day he died, waiting for an island far enough from him to stay at.

‘You’ll never be the captain he was Yoongi, you’re useless.’ She spat the words; he couldn’t seem weak before her. Couldn’t show that her words hurt him. They did though, burning inside of him, because deep down, he knew she was right. He couldn’t be anything like his father, especially with no crew.

‘Fine, then leave. I never want to see you again.’ She turned her nose up at him, shoving past him out the door and out of his life. He cried that night, crumpled on the floor. He cried for his father, for his family. He sobbed because he didn’t know what he was to do. He didn’t know how he was supposed to work through this loss. He had nothing; he was always meant to have nothing.

Three years later he had a whole crew, finally believing he had everything he was meant to have. As fate should have it, one of these members wasn’t meant to be. He loved her to the ends of the earth. Willing to risk everything he has, or ever had for her. She was loved by the whole crew, adored by Yoongi. Maybe he let her slip through his fingers, maybe it was all his fault. He would never know, he still lived every day, not knowing. Two of his crew members came from a rival ship. Yoongi didn’t need to do anything to bring them here, they came willingly. Little did he know, the choices of these two members would come back to haunt him.

He spent months, hunting down this ship. Hunting down the rivals who dared touch his girl. The two previous crew members provided so much help, remembering where they were to set off before. They followed bread crumbs for months, coming up with nothing until finally. They stumbled across them, storming the ship instantly.

She stood on the deck, dressed in the most royal and lavish fabrics. Yoongi held out his hand, hoping she would take it, that they could leave happily. She just scoffed at his outstretched hand, turning her back on him.

‘Baby, please.’ He whimpered, trying not to break down before his rivals. The only pirates to strike fear in everyone, even other pirates.

‘I’m not your baby Yoongi. You’re not a pirate, you’re just a boy who has a ship. You do nothing, your pathetic.’ They left that day without a win, with no new goal in place for them. Yoongi threw nothing of hers away, preferring to soak up the regrets and memories than move on. The crew was the only thing keeping him going, trying to keep him from a downward spiral. He was young, a child, he didn’t have a plan or a goal, he just had a crew and a ship.

‘They’re the best crew I could ask for. The crew my father would have wished for. Sometimes we go back to the burial area, maybe one day you’ll say the prayer with us.’ A warm smile spread across his face as he ended it on a good note.

‘I’d like that.’ You smiled, genuinely happy. He considered you as part of his crew, part enough to join in on traditions.

‘I’ll go next!’ Tae squealed from the other side of the table, sitting forward to tell his tale. You leaned towards him too, giving him your full attention.

‘You’re coming, aren’t you TaeTae?’ The older man questioned, smacking him on the back. Tae just smiled his signature innocent smile, shaking his head.

‘You know I don’t drink sir! I also have to write to my parents; you know what my mother is like.’ He smiled, scratching the back of his neck.

‘Little Taehyung is such a good boy! We will see you tonight kid, don’t get into trouble in the uniform okay?’ He just nodded giggling. The men left, letting his face drop to his resting expression, rolling his eyes. What stupid idiots. Thinking he was so pure and innocent. In reality he was never going to write to his family, fuck his family. They sent him on this ship, told him he would be nothing if he wasn’t in the navy.

‘Follow in your father’s foot steps, grow up.’ He mocked, grabbing his jacket before heading off the ship.

‘I mean how can they even think this would work hmm? Wait I forgot your name what was it again?’ He spoke, hips thrusting at a quick pace. The girl moaned, clearly not phased by the fact he didn’t care who she was.

‘Destiny.’ She gasped out between moans and screams, clawing on his shirt. The stupid navy uniforms. He loved disgracing his uniform. The navy were supposed to be noble and honourable. They were to serve and protect, he didn’t care. He used the uniform, milked it for all it was worth. The girls flocked for it, threw themselves at him, he loved nothing more.

‘This uniform only caused me to be more of a whore. You know why that is Destiny?’ He growled in her ear, thrusting deeper and deeper into her. He didn’t care about her though, too focused on getting himself off.

‘Speak to me baby, use your words.’ He spoke, grabbing her jaw so she would look at him. Would watch the sweat drip down his face, the shirt clinging to his damp torso. She whimpered a small ‘Why.’ Causing him to smirk, letting go of her face.

‘Because you sluts throw yourself at me, desperate to jump on this fucking dick. Would it be the same if I was a pirate huh? Would you want to fuck me just as much?’ He questioned, punctuating every second word with a thrust.

‘Actually, Destiny here is quite into sailors in general, aren’t you Angel?’ Another voice spoke, Taehyung didn’t stop, keeping his punishing pace. All Destiny could spit was curses, clawing Tae, holding her hand out for the other man.

‘What do you think you’re doing baby, I’m the one you pay attention to right now. Am I clear?’ She nodded, letting Taehyung direct his attention to the other man. Still brutally fucking into the whore pinned against a wall.

‘What can I do for you? Angel, shut your mouth while this nice man talks to me okay? Good girl.’ He attended to both of them, hand wrapped tightly around the whore, eyes trailing the man speaking.

‘If you’re so bored of the navy life, I have a ship. There’s no other crew, I won’t lie to you but I’ll offer you the place anyway. Maybe it would offer you more excitement. I won’t beg, but you know where I’ll be.’ He spoke, walking out of the alley before adding a ‘have a nice night you two...’

‘Okay angel, now scream for me. Let the whole whore house know a navy turned pirate is fucking you so good.’ The woman screamed out loud, oxygen flooding back to her lungs. She screamed his name loud, orgasm bursting through her body. Tae finished quickly after, pulling himself out and his trousers back up.

‘Thanks babe, I’ll see you next time yeah?’ He shot over his shoulder, throwing a couple of coins her way now done with her. He walked towards the docks, looking at the ship he was supposed to climb onto, the ship he passed like it wasn’t his home for a year.

‘I’ve never been so proud of a decision I’ve made in my life.’ You sat with your jaw hung open, all the other boys trying to choke back their laughter.

‘Yoongi found you balls deep in a whore, and you didn’t stop fucking. Is that what you’re telling me right now?’ He thought for a second, trying to recall everything he just said.

‘Yep, that’s what I’m saying.’ The boys burst into laughter while you rolled your eyes, moving swiftly onto the next person.

‘Hoseok, what about you?’ He looked like a deer caught in headlights before he blushed crimson.

‘I uh, was caught trying to steal...’

‘No way was she better!’

‘Dude, I’m fucking telling you, there will be no one better at sucking a dick than La-‘

‘Shh, do you hear that?’ He whispered, slapping a hand over the others chest. Stopping in his tracks he listens harder, hearing a crash from inside their ship. Running onto the boat, they head to the crash, pulling the thief onto deck by the scruff of his collar.

‘Please, please don’t hurt me I have a family!’ The thief cried, grovelling on his knees. Yoongi just sighed, squatting down to his level.

‘What’s your name kid?’ He questioned, tipping the boys head up to look at him. He didn’t look much younger than himself if he was honest, but he had to push some dominance onto him. The boy gulped, making eye contact with the captain.

‘Hoseok sir, Jung Hoseok.’ He mumbled, voice still shaking in fear. Yoongi held out his hand, pulling the boy up with him.

‘Sit with me will you, I have a proposal for you.’ Hoseok followed the boys to a small table, honestly this ship was pretty nice for a pirate ship.

‘The way I see it, you have two options. You can go back to your normal life, stealing minimal for your family. Or, you can join us, steal from others and get a fair cut. The worst thing we do is steal; I try to keep things very tame. The crew is what you see now, but with you we can begin.’ Hoseok didn’t need to think things over. He knew what was better for him and his girl.

‘It’s not a family, just me and my girl. I just want to support her you know, start a family with her. I’ll do it, I’ll join for her.’ He went back and told her of his plans, promising he would be back in three months, would be able to support them for the rest of his life. She just smiled, sending him off.

Three months later, he came back. She was not the woman he remembered; he had been with her for 6 years. Six years of his life to be cheated on. He walked in on her with another between her legs, belly swollen with promise of a new life. A new life that wasn’t Hoseok’s. She tried to plead with him, insisted it was his, insisted this was just a mistake. The man behind her had other ideas, telling exactly what had been happening since way before he even left.

The next few nights, Hoseok went after every whore he could find trying to fill a void. He brought one after the other onto the ship, the other boys ignoring what was happening. They knew what had happened, why he was acting out like this. They thought best to just let him get it out of his system.

‘Shut your mouth baby, there’s other men on this boat. Do you want them to see you pinned against their ship like this? Screaming for more?’ She just whimpered, biting her bottom lip to keep quiet.

‘DESTINY?!’ Tae screamed, coming out of the back room, the girls head whipped towards the voice. What was with these fucking pirates and not stopping?!

‘Nice to see you baby, hey, I got a question. Oh, Hoseokiee don’t stop on my account. Destiny, angel, the whores say Hoseok and I fuck alike. Tell me baby, who do you like better?’

‘HOKEY! I GET THE POINT. Thank you very much for that.’ You butted in, trying to remain even the slightest bit composed. The two offending boys just snorted, eyeballing each other over the table. You assume something more happened that night, however, it wasn’t something you needed to know.

‘You two, please tell me there’s an innocent story within this bunch somewhere.’

‘I don’t think you’re going to get innocence with us, but we will do our best. Where to start...’

‘But we are just sailing masters, I don’t understand why we are being forced into this...’ Jimin worried, whispering to Namjoon. He didn’t know why he was on this ship. Blindly following his best friend into a war zone, literally.

‘I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I didn’t want this for you.’ When Namjoon had seen them, they promised everything good. They never hid the fact they were pirates, nor did he think they ever would. They promised wealth, a chance to use his skill set. They promised Jimin could come too, giving him the same job. He could still protect the boy, just like his mother had pleaded. Recently he felt like he failed her, subjecting the younger to this terror.

The thing was, you did get good pirates, ones who favoured traveling and thieving when necessary. Those were the pirates he thought he was talking too, but he couldn’t be more wrong.

‘It’s not your fault Joonie, we both made a mistake. Let’s just get this over with.’ Namjoon didn’t like to keep count, but at this point he couldn’t help it. 65 people, Namjoon had killed 65 innocent people, all because he was told to. He was weak, he wanted to stop. Needed to stop. Jimin hated counting, thought it was futile. Where everyone else loved counting how many bodies they racked up, it just made Jimin sick. 82. 82 bodies under his belt. 82 men women and children he had to brutally murdered.

Stepping off the ship, slightly behind the rest of the crew, they sighed. Trying to fit in was draining them at this point. Something in the distance caught Namjoon’s eye, holding Jimin back slightly he got a better look. He squinted, eyeing up the ship. Pirates?

‘Namjoon, what are you doing?’ He whispered; too afraid they were going to get into trouble. Namjoon just dragged him behind him, towards the unknown ship.

‘Think about it, no matter what happens here, we found another ship. They can’t get us into trouble for scoping out a rival right?’ Jimin could argue with that logic, he decided against it however, silently following along.

‘Aren’t you from “kiss of death”? You got the wrong ship kids.’ Yoongi stated, sending them off with a wave of his hand. Taehyung eyed up Jimin, standing timidly behind the elder.

‘Hey, how old are you?’ He spoke softly, trying to get him to calm himself down. He smiled warmly as he made eye contact, the other boy blinking rapidly.

‘Uh, 19...’ He whispered, pressing closer to Namjoon. It’s not like he was scared of the brown-haired boy, he just seemed rather friendly for a pirate.

‘Hey! Same here, so cool!’ He squealed happily, causing Jimin to leap about a foot in the air. Namjoon tired to calm him down, cuddling him close to his body. Namjoon had been Jimin’s best friend for years. When Jimin lost his mother, Namjoon became the only person he had left. He swore an oath to protect Jimin with everything he had, that’s what he’s done this whole time, that’s what he would continue to do.

‘Why is he so jumpy? Shouldn’t a pirate be feared not scared?’ Hoseok mumbled, causing Namjoon to glare at him, fierce enough to make his toes curl.

‘Hobi, don’t be so rude! He’s scared leave him alone! You don’t have to be scared here; do you want to come with us? We are setting off now, you don’t have to of course...’ Taehyung smiled, both of them physically relaxing at his happy personality. Namjoon looked down at the younger boy, raising an eyebrow at him. He just nodded slightly, causing a small smile to spread across everyone’s faces.

‘Glad to have you on board, what is it you used to do for that other ship?’ Yoongi asked, trying to find somewhere to place them.

‘Jimin drove and navigated, I was maps, that’s what we can do.’ Namjoon stated coolly, Yoongi just smirked motioning to the helm.

‘As you were gents, let’s get going.’

‘I think it took me longer to relax than Namjoon, but if I didn’t have Tae, I don’t know what I would have done...’

‘What was I not enough for you all these years?!’ Namjoon whined, smacking Jimin over the arm. It just caused the younger boy to laugh, falling happily into his body. You just looked on fondly, a warm feeling in your stomach.

‘What about you two? Is there a big dramatic back story for that too?’ Jungkook winced, thinking about that one night. The phantom hangover smacking him in the gut.

‘Not really, uh...’

‘You know what BETHANY; I don’t want to do this anymore. Who are these royals anyways? I mean, who are they to say YES OR NO to someone. I’m, pretty right? I’m smart! I’m LOYAL! Fuck this royal bullshit. I know how to kill people you know, smack one needle into their vain and boom, dead. I mean of course there has to be something in there, or just air is good too. I could kill the princess, she’s not that important right? Hey, maybe that’s why I’m not working in the Palace. No wait, they couldn’t know I wanted to kill her... Was I transparent?’ Bethany sighed, waving over the bartender. If she had to sit with this guy, she needed another drink. Stat.

‘What exactly happened?’ She spoke sweetly, stroking her hand down his arm. He gripped her hand in his, throwing it off his shoulder. She just tutted, rolling her eyes at his dramatics. He was cute, but no where near cute enough to get away with this.

‘REJECTION HAPPENED BETHANY. I fucking got rejected, for the only job I ever wanted in life. I didn’t want it because I had some weird hope of meeting the princess and falling in love. I did it, because I wanted an easy life. With riches and fortunes, if she was out the picture I would rule. Fuck the royals, I’m a good fucking doctor!’ He yelled, slamming his glass on the floor. A man approached behind him, wrapping an arm around his wobbly shoulder.

‘It’s okay Bethany, I’ve got him. Why don’t you try with that guy?’ The man nodded at a man half way down the bar, she sent him a strange look but disappeared regardless.

‘Hey dude, what do you think you’re doing, I was totally gonna get that snatch!’ He slurred, flailing his arms around.

Meanwhile, Jin stood in the bar kitchen, peaking out to watch the young boy. He loved this kid, always causing some drama, it made the boring bar work worth it. Even being stuck in this stupid kitchen. He winced when the glass smashed, the young girl shuffling away from him. Watching the other man struggle with the boy’s weight, he rushed out the front to help.

‘Don’t worry, I got him.’ Yoongi mumbled, shifting the kid’s weight. Jin just rolled his eyes, picking him up bridal style.

‘The kid is twice your size and full muscle. You wouldn’t make it to that lamp over there. Where we going?’ Yoongi let out a little laugh of defeat, shrugging.

‘Uh to the docks, my ship is there. I’ll sober the kid up and talk to him in the morning.’ Jin nodded, looking the other up and down.

‘A pirate I assume, recruiting, are you? What can this kid possibly bring to your crew?’ He asked curiously. He just seemed like a grumpy, drunk kid. No way was he any help to a pirate.

‘Kid has some muscles, which means he most likely can throw a punch if needed. He is also a fully trained doctor, we need that. Jimin gets sick a lot. Colds mostly, a flu here and there. Buying medicine, a lot is expensive, having someone who can make that would be useful.’ Jin took in this information, making sure he was set on what he was going to offer next.

‘Take me too?’ He asked, adjusting the boy’s position in his arms. He grunted in reply, swinging an arm towards Jin’s face. He mumbled incoherent gibberish, making Yoongi laugh heartily.

‘What can you offer?’ Yoongi asked, almost mocking the elder boy. He just raised an eyebrow, ready to list off all the things he can bring. Not like Yoongi cared, he was more than happy to welcome him to the crew.

‘Well, first off, I’m fucking beautiful. Secondly, I can cook, so if he needs help making medicine, I can do that. I’m a chef, so I can ration meals and still leave you satisfied. Thirdly, I’m strong. This kid weighs a sack of fucking rocks, I’m not even breaking a sweat.’

‘Okay, I have one last question for you.’ He mumbled, pointing him in the direction of the ship. He nodded his head, requesting Yoongi continue.

‘Why when you’ve got a pretty sick deal here already?’ Jin thought for a second, placing Jungkook down on the deck.

‘Well? Why did you agree?’ You spoke, fully entrapped in his tale. He smirked, leaning closer to you over Jungkook’s lap.

‘Boredom.’ He whispered, lips grazing your cheek. You rolled your eyes, smacking his arm while stifling a giggle.

‘And you really picked Jungkook up like a princess?’ Jungkook groaned, rolling his head back in frustration.

‘What made you say yes if you get sick on sea?’ He thought about it for a moment, looking around at the older boys in front of him.

‘Who needs a job when you have a new family. I didn’t need to work until I was rich, because I could do my job here, surrounded by them. I got used to the sea sickness, no big deal.’ He shrugged, smiling down at you.

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