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im-the-punk-who · 4 years ago

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Black Sails as John Silver's SuperVillain Origin Story

Okay so I recently got asked about my views on Silver in a roundabout way so HERE ARE SOME OF THEM. I don’t often post about him because honestly I just really dislike him but he’s an extremely well written character and one of the best ‘villains’ I have ever seen portrayed. The reason Black Sails is such a compelling prequel to Treasure Island is that it does not just say ‘John Silver is a villain because he does bad things.’ Like all the characters in Black Sails he is complex, with deep and thoughtful motivations for the things he does. We see him as a villain because Black Sails sets his goals up in opposition to those of the protagonists we want to succeed - Flint and Madi - but he is not villainous in his own right.

But it is the effects of those motivations on himself that, to me, are the most interesting.

And just up front because I know this is a touchy subject - especially coming from, well, me, lmao. This is how I read Silver. If you disagree, that’s cool. Like literally everything else in Black Sails(and fiction in general), Silver’s character is mutable based on your views and experiences. Tomato/Tomato.

So! To me, the most important thing about John Silver’s character in Black Sails, is who he is in Treasure Island. Black Sails is a prequel, and Silver is a major character in Treasure Island. We see his actions in the book(albeit through the story of the man who survives him, and, oof, isn’t that a bit of a kicker). We know that in this future Silver is still a lying, manipulative and mysterious person, hard not to like but hard to know.

That consistency is the most important part of Long John Silver’s character to me: he doesn’t really change from the beginning of Black Sails to the end, because he’s not really meant to.

Silver may not exactly like the person he is but there is no point in trying or wanting to change. In his view, who he is is just as immutable as the world he exists in.

And that's the brilliance of Black Sails.

Silver isn’t the way he is because he is ‘evil,’ or because he wants to intentionally cause harm. He is the way he is because it is the only way he’s worked out to survive. It is “the only state in which he can function.” He does not believe in a cosmic story, in a grand design or justice in the world - and because of that he does not see the point in trying to change something that has kept him alive thus far to appease it.

The entirety of the beach flashbacks is, to me, the summation of both Flint and Silver’s characters but this in particular I feel is important:

-Do you really imagine a few weeks of this is going to make much of a difference? Am I not what I am at this point?

-It's better than nothing.

In the grand scheme, Flint and Silver only know each other for about six months.

Their relationship - especially to Silver - is a transient one. A handful of weeks. Was it ever enough to expect it to make any bit of difference?

But not so for Flint. He truly believes humans are capable of change, and he believes even the smallest bit of progress is worth the effort. Flint takes the things that happen to him and make them a part of him.

But for Silver,

I've come to peace with the knowledge...that there is no storyteller imposing any coherence, nor sense, nor grace upon those events.

Therefore, there's no duty on my part to search for it.

Silver refuses to acknowledge his own story and so is unable or unwilling to see himself as capable of change throughout it. Or even really the need for change. And that’s not said as a negative - that is who he is. That is who his past - whatever it was - has taught him.

And so he consistently acts solely for his own gain, benefit, and safety. Because if he doesn’t, who else is going to?

And this continues the differences between Flint and Silver.

While Silver is very wrong that his past is irrelevant, he is correct in that it doesn't matter. It doesn’t matter what his past is, because we can clearly see the effects of it. We don't NEED to know his past to understand his actions.

However, without knowing Flint’s backstory - Thomas, Miranda, England’s betrayal - his actions don't make sense. They are erratic: they seem villainous and vile and like the acts of a tyrant or a madman. Because his actions are tied to his story.

But from the very first moment we see Silver fight the cook over what he presumes is a chance at living, Silver is clearly trying to figure out what is best for him.

He doesn’t care about Flint’s war, or what the treasure could fund. He doesn’t care about the pardons, and he doesn't care about England. He doesn’t care about piracy. All he cares about at first is the life the treasure could buy him. But when he loses his leg, suddenly the thing he literally spent two seasons fucking everyone over for becomes completely inconsequential, because it no longer benefits him.

It is without relevance.

And through the very last time we see him speaking him to Madi, he is doing the same thing.

That's not to say he doesn't form friendships or care about people. He is, indeed, a hard man not to like, and I think he also genuinely likes people as well. But that doesn’t mean he changes because of them. The friendships he forms with Flint - with Billy, with Muldoon and Randall and the other crew members - the relationship he forms with Madi. They are all real, but they are also all expendable to ensure his own comfort and survival.

In the first episode of season 2 we’re told point blank:

It’s likely that if our interests were averse, I’d betray you to save myself.

And of course at this point Silver and Flint are little more than necessary enemies, Silver has no reason to want Flint alive. But the pattern holds throughout the whole show.

Later in season 2, when Flint is thinking about changing tactics to prioritize the pardons over the gold, Silver has no problem screwing over the entire crew(minus the two men he’s recruited) to meet his own ends. It’s what’s best for him, and Silver operates on this assumption that every person needs to look out for themselves.

And then again, in the finale of season 2 - he saves the crew because it also means saving himself. When Vincent brings up leaving, Silver says that they would likely be killed if they tried - he’s already considered that option and rejected it because his odds of survival are higher sticking with the crew.

And then of course, in season three, in the maroon cages - you can bet that the fact that flint’s psyche basically controlled whether they all - including him - lived or died was a major driving force behind his dedication to getting Flint to come up with a plan better than Billy’s in which - again - they all likely end up dead.

His relationships with Madi and Flint in particular are deep, and so it is the worst thought possible when he realizes that they are starting to agree with each other, but not with him. When Madi agrees with Flint over trading the cache for the fort, I read this as the true end of Silver’s support of the war because the war now threatens his personal ‘safety.’

Because at that moment, the thing most important to him is keeping Madi - who he not only has come to care for but who supports him. And she makes him know she supports him. And the prospect of losing that is what ultimately I think drives him to planning to send Flint away, rather than bring Thomas there or some other plan.

And again it isn’t maliciousness - not outright. He is doing what he thinks he needs to to survive, because he cannot have enough faith in either Flint or Madi to think they won’t drop him the moment he stops being invaluable. And in the end, that lack of faith is what spells the end for any chance he has at having them in his life.

When he thinks Madi might die if they continue, he doesn’t care if she hates him. He doesn’t care if Flint hates him. He doesn’t care if the relationship is destroyed if he gets what he wants out of it. Madi’s survival. The end of the war. An end to Flint and Madi’s relationship so that he can ‘protect’ her from death and choose how he ‘loses’ her. It is always less painful to be the one doing the leaving.

Based on his world view - that you must protect what is in your own interests and the only person you can count on is yourself - that is the right thing to do.

Over and over we see that Silver is mostly interested in other people through the guise of his interest in keeping himself alive. And I also think that because of that, he views himself as expendable to other people as well.

When Muldoon insists that the crew would take care of him if he needed that, it’s clear that Silver doesn’t believe him. He still believes himself to be expendable unless he is useful. He is constantly managing his image, managing how people see him, managing the things he allows others to see and what dangers or threats they pose to him, because he believes these are the things that keep him safe. Not his friendships, but what he brings to them.

Part of what’s so heartbreaking about Silver’s arc in season 4 is how terrifyingly close he comes to believing himself worthy. He wants the war because the two people who mean the most to him, who he sees as vital to his own survival - Flint and Madi - are both committed to it. And he’s committed to them. But I also think that just for a second, he starts to see their vision.

When things are going well, when he can’t see the body count, he comes so close. But then of course, when everything falls apart and he is forced to confront once again the horrors of the world, he retreats.

That line he has:

And as long as (I have his true friendship) he is going to have mine.

I see that get thrown around a lot as a declaration of love, of deep feelings - and it is, to an extent. But it is also a sign of the deep mistrust that Silver harbors even when he is not looking to.

Even in this moment when he has Madi, when it must seem like they are nigh unstoppable and Silver himself is poised at the head of this great thing - when he and Flint are closest and when, I assume, Flint couldn’t fathom betraying him. Silver is still thinking in the eventuality that it will happen.

I have his true friendship, and as long as that is true, he is going to have mine.

Silver’s love is always conditional. And that doesn’t make it any less ‘real’. It doesn’t make it any less important. But it does make it easier to take back. And that’s important for him!! It’s important for Silver’s own safety that he never rely on someone so much that he cannot cut them loose if they pose a ‘danger’ to him.

And to me, that’s the most important thing to realize about Silver. He is a ‘villain’ - and again I use the term loosely because he is ONLY a ‘villain’ because our protagonist’s stories are set in opposition to his - because he will always put himself above the grander goal.

We see this in Black Sails, and we see this in Treasure Island. John Silver betrays Jim even though he feels conflicted about it. It isn’t until the very end, until Silver sees once again the same opportunity flash before his eyes where someone he loves is in danger and he cannot live with their death, that the treasure itself becomes unimportant again. Black Sails does an incredible job of giving us an antagonist whose defining trait is that he cannot see himself being meaningful in any way that matters.

Silver ends up destroying just about every relationship he has because of this inability. Time and again when he is faced with an opportunity for growth that comes with hard decisions, he chooses to destroy himself. Because it is easy.

It is easy to destroy the thing you do not care about, it is easy to destroy yourself if you don't value yourself. To call it winning because at least you are still alive and the things you’ve had to sacrifice are merely unimportant - inconsequential. But thinking like that hurts not only ourselves, but others too.

And it is not that Silver puts himself first, plenty of other characters do that as well - Miranda, Jack, Max. It is the fact that Silver must deny himself in the process that makes him the villain not just in Black Sails, but in his own story. And THAT is the origins of his supervillain story. That he is, in fact, his own.

#black sails #john silver #milos black sails meta #black sails discourse #black sails meta #we'll see how this goes over lmao anyway CATCH ME ALWAYS SAYING THAT THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT SILVERS INABILITY TO CENTER HIMSELF #/MAKES HIM THE VILLAIN/ AND THATS FUCKING BEAUTIFUL #long post

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wingsofkpop · 5 years ago

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When You Love Someone - Part Four /// Eros

pairing(s): Park Jaehyung x Reader, Day6 x Reader

genre: High School!AU, Young Love!AU, pretty much all Angst this one is

warning(s): None

word count: 2,7k

synopsis: There are many paths in life, but the longest of all is the path to the heart. In your eyes, what does it truly mean… to love?…

chapter directory

In the entire four years of your friendship, you and Sungjin have only had one meaningful fight that led to eventual disaster. It was right after winter break of junior year at the high school’s annual Winter Formal event. To be honest, you can’t remember the true details since the entire night was merely a blur of fake snowflakes and mediocre music—all except it was the first time you’ve ever seen Sungjin lose his temper.

From what you can remember, you had been dancing with Jae—both of you agreed to remain friends after your breakup—when Nayeon and her entourage ended up spilling their cups of punch on your mother’s old homecoming gown, a dress that her own mother had given to her in the past. It was an accident, until Nayeon laughed and said you could pass for a tramp on the side of the road. You blacked out with rage after that, so the rest is a little fuzzy, but the last thing you remember is Sungjin dragging you outside the party and angrily chastising you for causing a scene—it's also important to note that this was where you first learned the two were dating. Anyway, still blinded by your temper, you ended up saying some pretty nasty things about not only the cheerleader, but your friend as well. And he, the same to you.

Long story short, the two of you avoided each other like the plague for almost a month. However, you were the one who caved first and waited almost an hour on his doorstep to apologize to him in tears. It’s something neither of you have talked about since then, being mutually agreed that it’s definitely not one of the best moments in your friendships, nor have you really thought about it much. Until now.

After your screw-up, you tried to call Sungjin the next day as well as the day after. You tried to call once in the morning, twice in the evening and once before bed—knowing that he’s probably up late studying or working on some last minute college stuff; Sungjin’s always been an overachiever like that. You also tried to catch him at school, but no matter how early you arrive to his classrooms or how late you stand outside the building, his face never comes into view. It’s as if he has vanished from your life with as little as no trace to find him.

It’s ironic… cause you miss him more than ever.

You watch the soccer team battle against one another, likely practicing for an upcoming game. The sight of a dozen students in bright, neon uniforms chasing after a black and white ball was boring, but mind-numbing. Not enough to completely distract your brain from the ache in your chest, but enough to at least calm your thoughts. Your eyes twitch when you spy one of your own friends, Jihyo deliver a kick that lands the ball in the opposite goal. Shouts and cheers emerge across the field—you meant to call out your own praise, but you couldn’t find the voice. You couldn’t find a lot of things lately.

“Since when do you watch soccer?” Your gaze snaps to the side at the familiar demand of your best friend. Wonpil carefully climbs his way down the bleachers to where you’re currently sat, lowering next to you with a sigh of exhaustion, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

You shrug still not meeting the newcomer’s eyes, “I needed some air.”

“Long day?”

“I guess.” Wonpil huffs at your reply, but makes no attempt to scold you for your indifference. Instead, he also turns his attention to the active players, eyes darting back and forth as the ball rolls about the field. You find yourself suffocating in the awkward silence—completely aware that Wonpil wanted to say something more—and turn to face the boy with a glare. He catches your gaze with an expression of surprise.

“What?”

“If you want to say something, Pil, then just say it.”

His face goes blank. “It’s not my place to say anything, noona.”

“You say that every time-” You chuckle, the sound laced with sarcasm. “-can never have an opinion, can you?” Once the words leave your lips, guilt immediately spreads through your body. Your eyes flutter shut with another sigh, “Sorry… that wasn’t fair.”

Wonpil shrugs, “I’ll let it slide. I know you’re having a hard time, right now.”

“I just don’t know what to do, Pil.” You confess, carding a hand through your wind-blown hair. “He won’t talk to me, much less see me.”

“You hurt him,” Wonpil says. “Can you blame him?”

“Of course not. I just don’t know how to fix it.” You bury your face in your hands, “I mean… what if he never forgives me?”

“You’re so blind, noona. Both you and Sungjin.”

“What?”

“After all these years and you still haven’t noticed,” He shakes his head with an impatient sigh.

Your eyebrows furrow, “Haven’t noticed what? What are you talking about, Pil?”

“I’m talking about the fact that Sungjin is in love with you,” Wonpil answers, “and you’re obviously in love with him.”

The first feeling that enters your chest is the incredulity that your best friend would even consider saying something like that, but when you open your mouth to retort and defend, you find your own throat dry with speechlessness. It’s not like you’ve ever not thought about what it would be like to date Sungjin—hell, every person has thought about what it would be like to be romantically involved with their best friend at least once in their life—but you’d never let it go farther than that… right?

You think back to the most golden of moments you’ve shared with the boy, analyzing each one in closed-detailed context: He listens when no one else will. He accepts all of you, the worst of your flaws included. He always has your back even in the most inopportune of situations… But aren’t these all things that best friends do for each other—with some extra benefits in between? Like the skinship and nicknames… or the fact that your heart beats a million times faster whenever you hear his voice… or maybe that you never feel truly complete until he’s around...

Your stomach aches at the realization—because you know better than to lie to yourself and certainly not your own heart.

“...Why did he never say anything?” You murmur finally, already physically and psychologically exhausted from the thoughts bouncing through your mind. With tears welling in your eyes, you meet the gaze of your other best friend. “I mean… after Jae and I broke up, I thought he would at least-”

“-He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than you already were, noona.” Wonpil moves a hand to your knee, sympathetically squeezing the flesh. “That’s why him and Nayeon started dating… so he could get over you…”

“But I just-I still don’t understand… Why stay away all those months?”

Wonpil sighs, “He was afraid that he would ruin what little time you have left together before graduation—so I told him he needed to figure out what he really wanted before it was too late.”

“You…?” You whisper, “All those times you tried to get me to talk to him… so he could-”

“-so he could see how much he needs you, or at least, you could realize.” He chuckles sarcastically, “Like I said though, the both of you are just so freaking blind.”

You shake your head, still drowning in disbelief, “...What do I do?”

“That depends… Do you love him?”

“I-I… I think so.”

“No, noona.” Wonpil’s gaze is stern, almost as if he were scolding a small child. “Do you love him?” You shiver beneath the intensity, but gradually relax as more and more intrusive thoughts settle themselves within your mind. Soon only one remained:

“I do.”

Wonpil smiles, “Do you want to be with him?”

A smile of your own forms for the first time in the past few days. “Yes, I do.”

“Then go.”

“What?”

“Honestly, noona-” Your companion delivers a hefty shove to your shoulder and points back toward the school, “-you’re killing me here! Go get your man!”

Your eyes widen, “Right now? But he won’t talk to me-”

“-Just go!” A surprised gasp escapes your lips when you realize your and Pil’s conversation had attracted the audience of the soccer players. You almost laugh at their invested expressions, but decide not to test just how far their and your best friend’s patience goes. Instead you take off across the field and back toward the building with your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You can only hope Sungjin will be willing to listen one final time.

“I just can’t believe Mr. Nichkhun won’t allow me to write a song in place of a story for our project.” Wonpil explains as the two of you watch Kang Younghyun shove his way through a bunch of giggling sophomore girls. He continues to sail his way through the crowded hallway, passing the two of you without so much as a second glance. You hold back a laugh as Wonpil visibly shivers and continue to pilfer through your locker even as he drags on about the teachers of the school are limiting student expression.

“Don’t give up just yet, Pil,” You say, switching out your trigonometry materials for your sociology ones. “If you prove to Mr. Nichkhun that you really want to do that, I’m sure he’ll change his mind.”

“I can’t help it.” Your companion sighs, “I really don’t want to have to write a fairy tale.”

“Then why on earth did you take creative writing?”

“It seemed like an easy A at the time.”

You shrug while rearranging your art supplies, “That’s why you shouldn’t always go for the easy way out.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Your laugh at the boy’s defensive tone, but the sound gradually dwindles when you peer past his shoulder. Barely a couple feet ahead was Sungjin, deep in conversation with some other students you recognized from the student body, and at his side was none other than Nayeon, the head cheerleader herself.

Wonpil, startled by your sudden mood change, looks over his own shoulder. His features soften as he observes the sight as well, turning back to you with a sympathetic expression. You avoid his likely apologetic eyes and continue to search for a pencil, even though you already have two tucked away in your notebook.

“You know-” He pauses for a moment as if arranging his words, but quickly resumes, “-The dance was weeks ago, noona… You should go talk to him.”

“And say what? I think Nayeon’s the most self-centered, dramatic, privileged brat that I ever met and have no idea what he sees in her?” You slam your locker door with a huff before turning to face your companion, your tone a bit more softer than before. “I can’t talk to him, Pil. Not after everything we said to each other.”

“I’m sure Sungjin is missing you just as much as you miss him, and if you just tell him how you feel-”

“-He could care less about how I think they’re incompatible. He made that very clear.”

“Are you sure that’s the real reason why you don’t think they should be together?” You freeze at Wonpil’s question, nearly sending your books crashing to the floor. After taking a moment to compose yourself, you glance back—unaware of the panic in your eyes.

You shake your head, “What other reason would there be?”

He stares back, his expression completely blank. “I don’t know. Just wondering.”

You take his statement for what it is, feeling relief when Jae appears from somewhere amongst the crowds. You bid your best friend a final farewell before slipping your arm through your other friend’s and dragging him down the corridor toward your next class. When you pass Sungjin, you make sure to laugh a little louder at Jae’s joke.

—As if it would distract you from the slight ache radiating from your chest.

You managed to track Sungjin down in the hallway, having just caught him leaving a National Honor Society meeting in the library—memorizing his after school activities schedule does have an ounce of worth. Upon your arrival, the boy obviously notices your presence and attempts to duck behind his other club members in order to escape.

“Wait, please! Sungjin!” Dashing around the group of students, you stop Sungjin just as he reaches the threshold of the front doors. Once again, the boy tries to maneuver around you to slip out the exit, but you block the doorway before he can pass. “Will you please just talk to me?”

“Move, (Y/N). Please.”

“Not until we talk.” He moves to push past you again, and this time you go for his wrist. “Sungjin, please...”

At your whine, Sunjin stills. A brief moment of silence encompasses the atmosphere before it’s interrupted by his murmur, “What, (Y/N)?”

“About the other night,” You begin, “I’m so, so sorry-”

“-You’re sorry? That’s what you came to say?”

You frantically shake your head, “Well n-no, but I needed you to know that.”

Sungjin stares at you for a moment, his eyes filled with something that you couldn’t read. His gaze sends tremors to your knees, but you stand your ground, your conversation with Wonpil echoing in your head like a motivational symphony. However, anxiety floods your system as an expression of frustration emerges over the boy’s face. His sigh of exhaustion sends more shivers through your body.

Sungjin’s head rocks back and forth, “I can’t keep doing this with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“This.” He says softly, “I’m always there for you, (Y/N), whenever you need me.” His eyes finally lift from the floor to meet your gaze and you find your heart shattering at the absolute pain present within the chocolate irises, “but the one time I need you, you’re not there.”

His statement has tears welling beneath your lids, guilt and dread blossoming in your chest like a poisonous flower. You step closer to your companion, moving your hands to his elbows. He continues to hold your eyes even as salty droplets begin to spill from his own.

“I know I messed up-” Your voice cracks. You take a moment to compose yourself, to stop the tears from escaping, before continuing, “-but if you just let me explain and let me fix this...”

“Enough damage has already been done, (Y/N).” Sungjin pulls away from your grip, leaving your arms to helplessly fall to your sides. You can’t bear to watch as he heads toward the door, instead keeping your eyes on the linoleum floors. You don’t bother to hold back the tears this time, allowing them to flow down your cheeks like rivers of fire. However in the very corner of your vision, you notice his figure pause just beyond the door. For a moment, you had hope—until his cracked comment met your ears:

“Some things are just best left broken..” He smiles sadly, “I hope you find whatever it is you want, sweetheart.” You watch Sungjin exit the school, his silhouette fading with each step he takes into the blinding sunlight—and you’re left with nothing but another round of fresh tears and a heart broken to pieces.

“(Y/N)-noona!” You quickly dry your tears as Wonpil appears from the opposite end of the hallway, a red-faced and gasping Jae not too far behind him. You meet them halfway, somehow finding the strength to move your legs, and the bright grin across your best friend’s face immediately falters when he takes notice of your tear-stained cheeks.

“It’s like I told you, Pil. He won’t talk to me.”

“Then we’ve got some work to do.” Your companion grabs your wrist and pulls you forward with Jae following not too far behind, leading you toward the exit where Sungjin disappeared only moments before. “You’ll need that prom dress first.”

“I already told you, Pil.” You say, comfortably adjusting your limb in his grasp. “I can’t afford the dress, especially after I quit from the store-”

“-We bought the dress for you, (Y/N).” Shock invades your body like an electric current at Jae’s amused reply. He bumps his shoulder against yours before sending you a mischievous smile:

“-but you owe us, and not only for the dress—but for finally setting you up with the guy you’ve been madly in love with for nearly all of high school.”

#day6 #day6 x reader #day6 fanfic #day6 fluff #day6 au #park sungjin #park sungjin x reader #park jaehyung #park jaehyung x reader #kang younghyun #kang younghyun x reader #kim wonpil #kim wonpil x reader #yoon dowoon #yoon dowoon x reader #kpop au #kpop fanfic

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esoanem · 4 years ago

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VIII.

“I didn’t want to believe you could be capable of doing something like that. But I couldn’t convince myself that you weren’t“

Major Content Notes:

None!

Wikipedia Synopsis:

The hunt for the Urca de Lima begins when Silver divulges the schedule to Flint, taking them to the ship's location. Rackham stops paying Ms. Mapleton, which causes her to threaten to blackmail Rackham. She threatens to tell the locals what really happened to Mr. Noonan. Meanwhile, Vane makes his way back to New Providence with his new crew. Eleanor's situation changes when a small band of men take over Hornigold's fort and start sinking supply ships in the bay. Gates threatens to call off the attack of the Ranger, so Flint kills him. The final scenes of the season show that the Walrus has beached itself upon the same isle as the Urca de Lima.

This is the final episode of the season so quite a lot goes down, but for the first time I don’t think we’ve needed any major content notes. There is some blood & gore, and nudity at various points, but nothing especially graphic

Summary:

Rackham is docking Mrs Mapleton’s pay because of her skimming. She threatens to tell all the merchants that he murdered Mr Noonan, saying that they’ll band together and see Jack hanged for it. Jack calls this insubordination and fires her. As she reiterates her threat, Max arrives, and points out that the merchants are all enjoying steep discounts (affordable now the books are in order) right now and that because of that, they won’t much care what Mapleton has to say

At sea there is a terrible storm, with the Walrus and Ranger climbing waves as tall as their masts. Belowdecks, as the crew play music and card games, Dr Howell has made a peg leg for Randall and is trying to get Silver to convince him to wear it, saying that a crutch is too big a risk in this weather. Randall is reluctant. Silver tries to convince him by sarcastically pointing out how he’s helped Randall in the past, before throwing the peg leg to him, but Randall just tosses it to the floor and goes back to eating his apple

“Oh, Mr Silver, how can I ever thank you? First you save me from ending up as a stain on the Walrus’s underside, then you secured my position on the crew on the verge of an historic haul, and if that weren’t enough, you’re still trying to find something comfortable to put at the end of my stump. From the bottom of my heart, thank you“

Two crewmen come down from the deck saying that a launch from the Ranger has arrived with Captain Gates. Logan wonders “what could be so fucking important that he has to row through all that shit out there for it”. Silver hears this and hurries to Flint’s cabin

He sits down, and Flint pushes an inkwell over to him saying they’ll make landfall in the morning and need the last part of the schedule. Flint compares what Silver writes out to a book of his own reconnaissance, of bays and inlets in the right area that could reasonably be used for the Urca to take on water. Flint tells Silver to take the information to de Groot and set a course for Division Bay. As Gates says he better get back to the Ranger, Flint says it’d be better not to tempt fate and pulls a bottle up

“Talbot Rhodes’ private stock. I’d been waiting for an occasion. My reckoning is, tomorrow we’ll be able to afford a lot more of it or -”

“- we’ll be too dead to care”

Mr Scott comes into Eleanor’s office to tell her that Captain Lawrence is almost ready to leave. She is worried by the storm, calling it a ship-killer and wondering if God is on Mr Scott’s side in opposing this plan. Mr Scott reassures her, saying that the trouble might have happened anyway, with or without the schedule

“Tomorrow, a thing that you conceived out of thin air becomes real. A thing that will give this place a chance to find some small measure of peace. That is not nothing”

Back on the Walrus, Gates & Flint are finishing the bottle, and reminiscing about the man who found it, Mr Cregg, the carpenter’s mate who could sniff out booze on a prize ship like a bloodhound. Flint tells a story of one time he found a bottle hidden behind a baseboard on a prize and, thinking it was the captain’s best booze he took a big swig in front of everyone, only to realise it was piss. Gates is trying to seem friendly, but in cutaways he seems melancholy, mourning his lost friendship with Flint, whilst Flint seems to be acting as if nothing has happened between them. Gates remembers that he brought Cregg over with him, having both served under Avery together as kids, before getting up to leave, a tear in his eye

"For years, he went on how he’d got this huge stash hidden away, and I should live to survive him because one day, I will be a rich man. As you know, we lost him on the Pembroke.

So I open his locker and what do I find?

Twelve pesos, a busted pocket watch, and a letter with instructions to deliver it to his sister in New York.

Lying sack of shit was Mr Cregg!

So I bought the boys a round with the pesos, traded the pocket watch for a bit of tail, and spent two weeks that winter in New York, trying to deliver that fucking letter to his sister. Looked high and low, never found her. So on the way home, I waited until we were in open water and I could see no land in any direction and I dropped it over the side. Return to the sea.

There are no legacies in this life, are there? No monuments, no history. Just the water. It pays us, and then it claims us, swallows us whole as if we’d never been here at all”

Anne bursts in on Jack whilst he’s taking a bath. She yells at Jack for cutting Mapleton loose without telling her, saying she could tell the entire island about them killing Noonan. She then says the fact he’s keeping council with Max is bothering her even more, and accuses Jack of fucking her

"Jesus H Christ I can’t win with you. She’s in the camp with the men and it’s ‘come on Jack, let’s go kill everyone see if we can’t get around there, hope you don’t mind, made that decision on your behalf’ and now she’s out making us a small fortune by the way and you’re pissed off about that too, might you consider making up your fucking mind about her, please!”

After telling him to fuck himself she leaves, and sees Max standing by a mirror naked, drying her hair. Anne looks bashful, and hurries downstairs as Max turns around and puts on a dressing gown smiling

Vane arrives at Nassau with a few rowing boats full of the men from the lumber camp. They row past a series of lobster pots before beaching the boats and stepping ashore

The Walrus & Ranger are sailing along the coast flying Spanish colours, Division Bay is just past the next headland. Flint gives a brief speech to the crew, before ordering full sails for their final approach

“Llisten here! When we clear the point ahead and spot the Urca at anchor, we’ll begin our final run at her. The Spanish banner may earn us a few hundred yards of confusion before the captain identifies us and opens fire so we’ll close fast on her, hammer her well with our guns, and then take the fight to her decks. That fight will be the fight of our lives make no mistake. But on the other side lies paradise!”

As they round the point though, there is no ship to be seen. The entire crew, including Flint are dumbfounded, and after asking de Groot if he’s sure of their position, Flint storms into his cabin leaving the crew bemused on deck

Eleanor meets Naft, Frasier, & Lawrence at the end of the pier, where she hands Lawrence two manifests, one true, one false, and a substantial purse and wallet for bribery. Lawrence is impatient and wants to leave. As Eleanor comes off the pier she is met by Hornigold & Scott. She tells them that she still needs to remove her father entirely, that she knows he’s on the Underhill estate scheming to undo everything they’ve done. Hornigold reacts in disbelief

“You’re truly amazing, in the moment when stability is at hand and the world is at your feet, your first instinct is to go out in search of someone new to fight”

Scott asks for a moment with her but is interrupted by cannonfire, the shot landing near Hornigold’s ship. After a couple more shots, they realise the cannons being fired are from the fort. Hornigold realises someone other than his men must be in the fort and, as we see a mast break Scott says they need to get off the beach. As they march towards the tavern, Jack comes out of the brothel to ask what’s going on, when he’s told that someone’s taken over the fort he looks over at Anne who swallows anxiously

Gates comes aboard the Walrus and is led to Flint by Dufresne who tells them that the crew have agreed to Flint’s plan. They will land the Walrus and then he has two days to send out scouts to find the Urca. Flint gives the order and heads into his cabin. Dufresne tells Gates that de Groot is bitter that they didn’t listen to him about the cook, that he says there’s no Urca out here, that justice has been delayed long enough, he wants Flint tried immediately, and he believes that for all his talk Gates is just protecting Flint

“I’m protecting all of us! These men are right on the edge, and he wants to rile them up more by talking about a lying thieving captain, then stand on a deserted beach and talk about elections? Before you know it, half a dozen men will have laid claim to the captaincy, council will divide. it won’t be dark yet before the fighting starts

We’ve got to see Flint pay for his crimes, but we’ll do it at home, and we’ll do it like civilised men and that’s how we avoid the abyss!”

Dufresne asks how they can trust Gates, as they know the two of them spent the last night together drinking. Gates hands him a letter asking if it’s good enough, which Dufresne reads and seems surprised by

Sails are spotted, a Spanish man-o-war, and it will be on them in half an hour. Flint signals the Ranger to raise the black and fire two shots off the Walrus’s bow, as well as rigging a spring to the foreward anchor and dropping her immediately. Below you can see, the main anchor cable connected to the bow of the ship running straight up, with a second line, the (slightly slack) spring tied onto this and connected to the stern. By tightening the spring, he can pull the stern out to windward, and turn the ship without moving

De Groot is astounded that Flint means to fight the man-o-war, but Gates shouts to the crew that they have their orders before dragging Flint into his cabin. Dufresne and de Groot share their concerns

"If he engages that ship in battle, we’re dead!”

"I know”

"I know you know, but does Mr Gates?”

Gates tells Flint he can’t let him go down this road. Flint ignores this and explains his plan to Gates, the man-o-war will see them as a Spanish merchantman under attack by pirates, the Spaniard will pass them by to give chase and, before she realises her error they’ll turn and have her trapped, the Walrus raking her stern to bow, and the Ranger raking her bow to stern, and that the warship shows that the Urca is here after all

"all I see is an empty bay, a gardacosta warship, and a captain that’s lost his fucking grip on reality!”

Flint says that the ship isn’t a gardacosta (coastguard) here on patrol, that the only explanation for it being here at this time is that it’s an escort. Gates points out that the entire justification for the venture was that the Urca would have no escort. Flint suggests that they changed their plans, at which point Gates says he’s leaving with the Ranger, leaving Flint dumbstruck in disbelief. They hash it out, furious at each other

“What did you just say?”

“I’m going to weigh anchor, I’m going to make a run for it, and if I can keep ahead of her before dark there’s just a chance we could slip away”

"Without the ranger, I have no chance against that ship”

"I know”

"So you’re deliberately challenging my authority here? Deliberately violating you duty?”

"My duty? My duty is to them, not to you! Although I have violated it more times than I can remember in your defence. Helped you deceive good men, who put their trust in me because I was convinced they would be better off for it! But not here! Not this! This is fucking madness!”

"Mr Gates, if you walk through that door with the intent of subverting my plans, I will have no alternative but to interpret that as an incitement of mutiny”

"You think I’m inciting mutiny?

"You are inciting mutiny!”

"I’m managing one! There are men out there right now that know about Singleton, the book, the cook, all of it! They know! And they mean to see you hang for it!”

Flint goes quiet, asking if Gates told them

"After Billy, I just, I didn’t want to believe you could be capable of doing something like that. But I couldn’t convince myself that you weren’t. That’s when I realised that this has got to end.”

"So what then? You preside over a trial that sees me hanged?”

“No. I’m going to go home. And I’m going to see you and Mrs Barlow secreted away before anybody knows you’re gone. You’re going to go to Boston. You’re going to take the pardon that she’s offered you and that is the last that you and I will ever see of each other”

Flint looks ashamed, and downcast, and begs Gates not to do this. Gates tells him to take a moment, that he’ll deal with the crew, and goes to leave. Flint looks up, and stares intently at the back of Gates’ head, his lip quivering into a snarl

He starts up, slams Gates into the door, and chokes him from behind, repeating “this is not what I wanted, I’m sorry” before snapping Gates’ neck. He repeats “I’m sorry” as his snarl softens and he starts crying, cradling the body of the closest thing he had to a friend

The door creaks open, Flint’s face immediately hardens again and he draws his pistol. It is Silver, saying he came to back Flint up in his case that the Urca can still be won. Flint drops his arm, looking exhausted. Silver comes in and hurriedly closes the door behind him, locking it, before checking Gates’ neck for anything incriminating. Flint bats his hands away, asking “what the fuck are you doing to him” before telling Silver to stop. Flint is utterly defeated, but Silver tells him there is still a way out

"There’s no way out of this”

"Take it from me. There’s always a way”

A letter is delivered to Hornigold and the rest of the consortium, saying that a small band on men were seen approaching the fort from the west that morning, but no-one could identify them, and all the local crews are accounted for. Mr Scott asks if the fort’s great guns could be repositioned to aim at the street. Hornigold’s only response is that he hopes whoever it is won’t be mad enough to consider that and proposes to retake the fort when he is interrupted by Vane & his men on the street outside demanding to speak to Eleanor

Flint steps out of his cabin and, looking Dufresne straight in the eyes tells him that Mr Gates’ heart gave out. He gives orders to signal the Ranger with the plan, telling Mr Thompson he’s in charge, to sail North and, when the Walrus fires on the target, to tack hard to port and join them. Dufresne barges past de Groot into the cabin. As he looks down at Gates’ body, Silver starts speaking

“The question you need to ask yourself is what good can I do.

You can call this murder, a number of the men might even believe you, but will that be enough to stop this fight that is about to happen?

Because if it’s not, a fight we might win becomes a battle we are doomed to lose because the men went into it infected with your suspicions, with your doubts.

So, Mr Quartermaster, is that truly what’s in their best interests?”

Dufresne steps out and walks straight past de Groot again, over to Flint.

"When the warship draws close, she’ll ask our last port of call. Saint Augustine is the closest and as she’s likely a customs ship, we must identify our cargo as anything but tobacco; Seville regulates the trade heavily”

Vane is Eleanor’s office, his boots up on her desk, rolling a cigar as she comes in, and sweeps his feet off asking what the fuck he did

"Spend enough time on an island, you begin to forget there’s a whole world out there. A world where the rules are different” he puts his feet back up and goes back to rolling his cigar “I went out there and found men who don’t know the rules here and who don’t much care to learn them. They helped me surprise Captain Hornigold’s men, we took his fort, and not once were any of them burdened with the though ‘what if this were to upset Eleanor Guthrie’”

He threatens to keep sinking ships, and maybe even sink the Walrus when she comes back with the Spanish gold, just out of spite. He says that because the fort controls the bay, Hornigold was her partner when he controlled the fort and so now, he should get to be her partner. He says being a tenant didn’t work out so well, and now he’d like a stake

He then describes the first time he saw her, when she was thirteen, and sneaking out despite Mr Scott’s rules. He says that despite her age she walked between the camps like she owned the place, completely fearless. He then suggests that all she really wants is to not have any men bossing her around, and that he has no intention of telling her what to do as long as he gets what he wants. She begrudgingly agrees, but promises that she will drive him out once he inevitably gets comfortable

“I know you. Better than your father, better than Scott, maybe better than anyone. You don’t give a shit about money, or respect, or the things you’ve built here. I think you’re just tired of fathers telling you what to do and so I’m offering you a life free from them. With me in that fort, you do as you like as long as it doesn’t cross me you’ll hear no complaints”

"You know I have no choice but to say yes. But before I do, know this: you’ll sit in that fort for a while, you’ll get comfortable, and that’s the day I’m going to push you and your men right into the fucking sea”

As Vane saunters out, he dismissively nods at Hornigold, calling him “Ben”. Eleanor tells him that Vane now has his seat on the consortium. She tells Hornigold that it’s no use him trying to take the fort, because she told Vane about the tunnels he’d have used to launch a surprise attack. She defends this as acting in everyone’s best interests and Hornigold leaves, promising that this won’t be the end of this

“You told me to keep emotion from clouding judgement, to act in everyone’s best interest. I believe that’s what I’m doing”

Vane enters the brothel and is met by a nervous Jack. He says that in some ways it had to come to this: him deciding if Jack lives or dies. We see Mapleton standing behind Vane’s men. Vane confronts him about killing Hamund and his men, and we see Jack speechless, and Anne wearing a frightened expression for pretty much the first time

“Hamund brings you out of bed, marches you down to the wrecks to look for a stash of stolen pearls and somehow only you and your dog make it back alive?”

“Quite a moment. Jack Rackham with nothing to say. Had I a shrewd quartermaster right now, he would tell me that I can’t let what you did stand, he would say that an offence like that demanded an example be made of both of you, the bloodier the better, but today I’m a little less worried about perception than I used to be. As long as I own that fort, it doesn’t really matter, so the street will know what you did, they will know that you betrayed your brothers for a woman. That story will spread far and wide, and you’ll never sail beneath the black again. You’ll sit in this place and rot with the rest of the whores. Something tells me that will sting worse than dying”

The man-o-war comes alongside the Walrus, and Silver shouts across, with Flint behind the rail next to him feeding him lines. He says that they were attacked by pirates, that their last port of call was Saint Augustine, and that they are carrying tobacco. De Groot questions Dufresne about this

"If I’m not mistaken, you told him to state us as anything but a tobacco trader did you not?”

"II did. He means to prove that ship is not gardacosta, that it’s here for the same reason we are. If that ship lets us pass, he will have both renewed the men’s lust for gold and their faith in his judgement”

“Time and again he gambles with our lives, that is when he’s not taking them in cold blood and once more his influence grows. We’re at his mercy with no way to challenge him”

The Spanish ship sails on and Flint orders all hands to quietly go to their stations, and to fire at 300 yards. The Walrus starts pulling on its spring line to bring the stern out slowly, so the Spanish ship thinks they’re just drifting. At 100 yards, he orders the gunports opened and sights down a gun saying “we only get one shot at this. If we miss, we die”

Just after 200 yards Dufresne pulls his pistol on Flint, accusing him of piratical crimes against his crew, that he murdered Singleton, Billy, & Gates, and that he planned to steal a portion of the treasure fleet for himself. Flint gives the order to fire, but the crew do not. Belowdecks, de Groot is taking Silver into the Surgeon’s cabin. Dufresne hands the letter to Logan saying it is a confession from Mr Gates of his knowledge of & complicity in Flint’s crimes, and Logan confirms that it is written in Gates’ hand

Flint continues to repeat the order to fire growing frustrated at the crew’s inaction, shouting that they’re going to lose the enemy and don’t have time for this. Eventually he strides down and grabs one of the slow matches used to fire the cannons and goes to light the touchhole firing the cannons, but is shot in the shoulder by Dufresne

Silver wrestles with de Groot, but is knocked to the ground. As de Groot readies his pistol, he is knocked out by Randall who has hit him on the head from behind with the peg leg. Flint is pressed against the side by a gunport watching the Spanish ship slip away when one of the Walrus’ cannons fires, taking him, and the entire crew by surprise. Silver looks out at them, saying that it had to be done. Flint tells Dufresne to fight

“There’s no running now. Fire, Mr Dufresne. Everything you’ve got. Don’t waste this moment”

Dufresne hesitates, and the Spaniard’s sternchasers fire, hitting the Walrus. At this, Dufresne and Flint both start shouting orders to hire, and the crew slip into battle. Both the Walrus and Ranger get some volleys in, scoring several hits and causing a small explosion and fire onboard the man-o-war

The man-o-war comes about, her gunports open, and she fires. The Spanish broadside tears into the Walrus sending yard arms crashing down, and gun carriages flying. We see the Ranger’s magazine explode, and more and more holes be shot into the Walrus. As Silver tries to help an injured man, crying out for the doctor, Flint is knocked into the water. Seeing people and debris continue to be sent flying from the Walrus, he stops treading water and allows himself to be dragged under by the weight of his clothes and equipment

Eleanor is on the bridge between the tavern and brothel and Max comes out to meet her halfway. Eleanor starts to apologise to Max, but she tells her not to, saying she was “standing between you and your dreams for this place, you did what you had to do” and Eleanor reminds her of her words, that Nassau is just sand and cannot love her back but Max pushes back

"Sand has its virtues. On sand nothing is fixed. Nothing is permanent. Fates change so quickly.

Yesterday Captain Hornigold was immovable from that fort and Captain Vane was a beggar, now look at them today.

Yesterday I was a whore of little consequence, easily dismissed, easily forgotten, today I am a madam with an income and allies, and a woman who has learned the most important of lessons, never let anyone stand between you and your ambitions. Thank you for teaching it to me”

Vane sits in the fort as we see Lawrence push off, Hornigold’s damaged ship still in the bay, and Hornigold and Scott look on. Eleanor watches in the shallows, teary-eyed over what her ambitions have lost her

Flint wakes up on a beach, topless, a bit of cloth pressed to his wound as a dressing. He sits up and we see Dufresne, Silver, several other pirates, and the Walrus next to them on the beach with several holes clean through her hull. Flint asks why he’s still alive and Dufresne tells him to get up. As Dufresne leads them over the island they’re wrecked on, Silver says he was certain about his information regarding the Urca

“Unfortunately, you & I failed to take into account the weather. The Urca de Lima wrecked at sea last night. Dashed by the storm”

As we peek over the brow of the hill and see the Urca broken in two on another beach, the Spanish sailors unloading her onto the beach with the man-o-war at anchor in the bay, Flint seems to regain his resolve

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just-for-cal · 6 years ago

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Post-Concert Livestream - [c.h]

word count: 1559 warnings: swearing, pure teeth rotting, heart melting fluff, summary: your secret relationship isn’t so secret when Luke shows it off during a livestream

The Sydney concert was always one of the largest, wildest, and loudest concert that the boys put on. Always going all out and just completely losing themselves to their music and their fans. And afterwards, they would crash hard. Really hard.

But tonight, when the five of them made it back to their bus, Luke had decided he wanted to do a livestream to share the experience and gush about how grateful for their fans he is.

Calum had tugged (y/n) with him onto the sofa of the bus, just enjoying some time with her. They’d been together for nearly a year now, and had managed to keep their relationship pretty private. With the exception of the other boys. But the public eye hadn’t noticed their shift from friendship to something more.

It wasn’t that he was ashamed, or embarrassed, he loved (y/n) with his entire being. They’d mutually agreed to keep their love life a secret from fans and paparazzi for the mere reason that it always sparked drama. Leaked photos and hate comments were the last thing either of them wanted, and they didn’t want it to cause a rift in their relationship. So they kept up their image of being friends while around anyone else.

That also meant their friends and family had to witness their more loving moments.

Like now, with Calum leaning his back against the sofa, cradling (y/n) in his lap and resting his head on her shoulder while he rested. (y/n) wasn’t near as tired as him, but she hadn’t just put on a grand show. So she just carded her fingers through his hair and whispered praise about his performance.

“You did so good baby,” She murmured, kissing his slightly sweaty forehead. “Love watching you get in the zone like that, you’re so cute”

He chuckled into her neck, adjusting his head to get more comfy against her.

“Always my number one fan” He told her quietly, making her smile and cuddle into him more as well.

“Hey guys, it’s Luke, from Five Seconds of Summer,” Luke’s greeting made everyone groan a bit, realizing he was starting a stream. “And I wanted to say thank you to everyone that made tonight amazing”

He went on to thank the viewers that had been increasing by the second the longer he was filming.

Ashton was the only one able to muster up the energy to really join him, while Michael was making noodles in the microwave, and (y/n) and Calum were too busy resting up to provide any sort of appearance in the stream.

“We could just go to bed,” (y/n) murmured into her boyfriend’s hair, but he shook his head, holding her tighter. “Or not”

“Jus’ wanna cuddle you” He muttered.

“Well you could cuddle me in bed?” She suggested, but he didn’t reply, and she assumed he was moments away from passing out right there on her shoulder. Not that she minded, opting to simply comb his hair lovingly.

“You guys are the sweetest!” Luke was saying to the viewers as they left comments and hearts on the livestream, all of his energy regained just from it. “Ashton, look at all these”

you guys are so cute !! post-concert glow looks good on u ugh i wish i could’ve seen the show tonight where’s mike and cal? the show was fucking awesome tonight!!!!!

The comments went on and on, popping up every second with more flattery and cute emojis.

“Mike, Cal, get in on this!” Ashton hollered, earning a string of curses from behind the curtain where the bunks were, and a quiet shush from (y/n).

“Cal’s asleep” She said softly, and Luke walked over, flipping the camera around to display their current position. Calum totally knocked out, holding (y/n) securely in his lap, her arms around his neck, a hand in his hair, and his head resting in the crook of her neck. (y/n) smiled at the camera, leaning her cheek on the top of his head.

At this, tons of notifications kept zooming in. Comments, hearts, screenshots, people saying things in all caps, Luke’s phone was going berserk.

OMG ARE THEY A THING I HOPE THEY’RE DATING ARE THEY TOGETHER???? THEY’RE SO CUTE MY SHIP IS SAILING!!! LOOK AT HIM!! ^^ LOOK AT HER!!!!

“Well you two are certainly popular,” Luke laughed, reading some off to (y/n). She giggled at a few, said thanks to a few others, all while staying in Calum’s embrace.

“You should do your thing,” Ashton suggested giddily, but (y/n) hesitated, not sure if she should with the audience that Luke was streaming to. “Come on, show them your talent! The people wanna see”

“Alright, alright,” She gave in, and tilted her head down to see Calum, her hands cupping his cheeks and pulling his heavy head away from her to press her lips against his softly. He woke up almost right away, pulling her into him closer to kiss her properly. And if the viewers weren’t shocked before, they definitely were now

HOLY SHIT OHMYGOD IT’S HAPPENING THEY ARE DEFINITELY TOGETHER WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN??? HOW LONG FINALLY WHO MADE THE FIRST MOVE ?!?!?!?!

“Smile,” (y/n) whispered when she pulled away. “You’re on camera”

Calum turned to see Luke there, still holding his phone up to them, and the bassist’s brows furrowed as he looked back at (y/n).

“Guess it’s not a secret anymore” He mumbled.

“Alright, that’s enough from us, goodnight everyone” Luke gave a wave to the camera before ending the livestream, leaving millions of fans in a shock.

“Who knew you guys had such a fanbase,” Ashton said, scrolling through Twitter on his own phone. “Those pictures are already blown up, they’re all over the place. And everyone seems so excited”

“Of course they are,” Calum said, lifting (y/n) up in his arms bridal style. “We’re adorable”

With that he turned and carried her back to the bunks, struggling to open the curtain with her in his arms, but he managed somehow.

“So loud,” Michael muttered, pulling is own curtain in between the top and bottom bunk shut for more privacy. “E’ryone’s always so loud”

Calum lifted her up and rolled her on top the top bunk on the opposite wall, making her giggle softly as he climbed up and in with her, tugging shut their own curtain. It felt like routine when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into snuggle with him.

“You don’t mind that we’re not a secret anymore?” She asked him as her fingers played with the collar of his black tee shirt, and Calum shook his head.

“No,” He answered quietly. “I’m glad it’s out, tired of never gettin’ to kiss you in public,” (y/n) smiled at him bashfully, eyes flickering up to his. “Besides, it’s been so long now, and we’re much more serious than we used to be. Back then it was… different. We were younger and friskier and didn’t need the prying eyes, but it’s different now”

“You think we’re serious?” She asked, knowing full well that they’re relationship had matured greatly in the past year.

“Course we are” He hummed back.

“Me too,” (y/n) said as she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “They were bound to find out somehow, might as well tease them a bit first”

“I’m sure we did just that tonight,” Calum said, his eyes falling shut as his fingers traced lazily against her skin beneath her shirt. “But look if anyone makes a single comment, no matter how minor, that bothers you, I’ll-”

“I know,” (y/n) murmured, a loving smile gracing her lips as she cut him off. “You’ll drag them until they have to remove your Twitter account, I know”

“I think you may have finally realized just how much I love you,” Calum told her, because it was as though she could read his mind, they were so in sync. His lips brushed her forehead before speaking again. “But even still, I’m not sure you’ll ever know”

“I love you too,” She whispered, folding her arms against his chest and tucking her head into the crook of his neck, using his bicep as her pillow. “So much, I’m a little scared,” She admitted into his skin, soft and breathless. “Only a little though”

Calum smiled, basking in this moment for a few longing seconds. Caressing her skin, and feeling her heart beat against his as they drifted off to sleep

“You don’t scare me near as much as you used to, love,” He mused. “I’ve come to accept the fact that I’ll have you with me for the rest of our lives, so long as you’ll let me drag you along”

“I do,” She answered, smiling into his neck as her body completely relaxed into his. Never before had an idea so bold and life changing been so easy to answer. There was no hesitation, no reluctance in her simple words, only her love and agreement. “I’d follow you to the ends of the earth, Cal”

“And I wouldn’t go without you,” He replied sweetly, kissing the crown of her head and sighing contently. “Goodnight, baby”

“Goodnight” She murmured back, falling asleep with a smile on her face, as their hearts beat in sync with one another.

xoxo ~ jordie

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fantasy-pens · 5 years ago

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United By Love, Rain And Forgotten Umbrellas

Her eyes as blue as the merciful drops from the heaven. His eyes as green as the happy grass enjoying the heavenly showers. A tale of how forgotten umbrellas in the rain bring together the four lovable sides of the Love Square.

Chapter 3: A Lost Love Rekindled, A New Love Discovered

Summary: Post Miracle Queen, confusion and heart break prevails for our love square dorks. Will the rain play its role in retying the threads of the square that's breaking apart?

(Kudos to the anonymous artist of this beautiful art I found on the net! If anyone knows who the artist is, please feel free to inform! <3)

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Heavy downpour sure is a blessing for many. It rejuvenates life, removes the thirst of parched lands, becomes the symbol of eternal love…

Lightning flashed in the dark sky, only to bring into view the silhouette of a girl swinging over the city of love, sprinting on slippery rooftops and jumping over alleys. A yo-yo zipped out of her hands, wrapping around a distant lamp-post in the local park. Giving the string a tug, the girl sailed in the sky like a ladybug until…

… She felt the string slip, her hold slackening as gravity pulled her down. Not getting time to brace herself for the impact, the girl fell on her side, sliding in the mud for a short distance before coming to a stop.

Pain shot up her body as she gasped for air. No scream escaped her lips, though. How could it? Her throat was already raw due to all the screaming she did earlier.

The girl rolled lightly on the ground, cradling her left shoulder, her teeth clenched and eyes squeezed shut in pain. Maybe she should have used the teleportation powers of Kaalki to get out of the city, then she surely wouldn’t have got stuck in this rain. But she still couldn’t risk taking the Miraculouses out. Hawk Moth knew she was the new Guardian of the Miraculouses. Plus, who knows what information that conniving man had acquired from Master Fu when he had held the old man captive? No, Ladybug surely could not take the risk, at least not until she came to terms with the new reality.

Responsibility had not been ceremoniously bestowed upon her. No. Circumstances just threw the entire burden of the magical jewels and the city on the teenage girl’s shoulders without warning. There was a limit to how much she could handle, after all. The emotional collapse she had had in front of Luka… that was just the tip of the iceberg. With Lila hell-bent on ruining her ties with everyone, the responsibilities of Paris and the Miraculouses on her shoulders, her entirely messed-up and disastrous love-life and her own stupidity being the cause of the loss of the Great Guardian… Marinette had been a walking farm for akumas. Tikki had suggested she go to the countryside, far from the range of akumas, to let her emotions out. And that’s what she did.

Letting out the rage, the frustration, the despair, the agony, the hurt had helped a bit. But as she now lay on the ground, her body figuratively screaming at her for the exertion it faced, somehow, Ladybug couldn’t stop the deprecating feeling of being clumsy and useless from washing over her. Her eyes again brimmed up with tears she thought she had run out of.

“Is that Ladybug?”

The voice snapped the heroine back to attention. No. Ladybug was Paris’ beacon of hope. She wouldn’t let them see her down.

Shakily getting up, the heroine barely suppressed the wince that escaped her as her strained muscles begged for her to stop. Looking over to the civilians who had been rushing to help her up, the girl gave them a short smile and wave, and yo-yoed away.

Another benefit of the heavy downpour? The world never gets to know that you’ve been crying.

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Exhaustion crept over her, and one thing was clear. She wouldn’t be able to make it home like this.

Glancing around wearily, the heroine searched for a quiet place where she could give her limbs some rest. It won’t do her or Paris any good if she got ill. Especially when she was the Guardian of the city now.

A familiar mansion caught her eye. Specifically, a window that always remained open.

Her heart clenched, remembering the heartbreak she had felt the day everything went wrong. No. She wouldn’t take his help. Maintaining the distance between them was the best way to reduce her ache.

But her body wasn’t hearing any of it, for she felt herself sway as she took another step.

Looking at the mansion again, the girl debated her choices. Did she have the strength, the will to look at him, be near him, and remind her heart that no matter how much she desired, he would never be hers? She had seen them that day, the model with the fencer, staring into each other’s eyes like they were the only ones who existed. How she had leaned into him, and he didn’t back off. How they… how they clearly had feelings for each other.

As darkness started to creep into her vision, she made her choice.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. He was the only one right now whom she could trust. She could deal with her heartbreak later.

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Romancing Camembert without spectators was... Well, not fun .

Plagg was busy spouting poetry at the best dairy product in the world (try changing his mind) when he noticed that the background ‘appreciation’ was missing.

Gazing at his chosen, the kwami noticed something was off. Like, way off.

“Adrien?”

No answer.

Well, this was new. Might as well take some risks.

The little being gingerly took the cheese to the boy’s nose.

One. Two. Three.

“PLAGG! What the actual--?” the blond finally screamed, coming out of his stupor.

“Kid, you were lost. Like actually lost, unresponsive! You had me freaking worried! Now spill, what is the matter with you?"

The blond merely sighed, running his hand through his hair as he stared at the photo on his phone.

Selfies of him, Marinette and Kagami.

Focusing on the Ladyblog window on his computer screen, Adrien let out a sigh again.

“Plagg, I am. So. Confused.”

“Confused why, kid?” the kwami worriedly asked.

“It is just that, my thoughts… they are all haywire. I… I don’t know what I want, what love is like. Everything is so, so… confusing. So many questions, so few answers,” sighing, the boy closed his eyes.

“Spill it, kid,” the little being offered. “I might not be a love expert, but maybe I could help? It is about Ladybug, right?”

“Yeah. Kinda,” the blond muttered. “I mean, I said I would love the girl beneath the mask, and I really do! But... Does she love me back? I mean, she sure sees me as her partner and of course cares about me as her best friend, and I-I do cherish that friendship, but… but I still hope for more, Plagg. Her constant rejections, frustrations at my flirting, and her admission of having a crush… They make me wonder, am I doing the right thing? Chasing after her like that?

“Like, that time when we fought Frozer, I did feel I was a tad bit too pushy. I don’t want to push her away, Plagg. But I need some certainty now… I don’t know what to do. Should I chase after her? Or should I give up? But then again, Plagg, if I am even thinking of giving up, doesn’t that mean that my love isn’t true? Ughh,” the blond buried his face in his hands.

“Kid, some other day, I would have happily advised you to leave the females and get together with my gooey delight. And I sure am not as good with all the mushy lovey-dovey stuff as SugarCube, but for one point, kid, I think chasing after the mask is only going to end up with you getting hurt.”

The kwami sat atop his chosen’s head, patting his blond hair, “You don't know who exactly she is under the mask. Chances might be slim, but maybe she is some snobby co-model you hate? Or she hates your model self? Who knows, she might be crushing on someone who hates your guts? Or maybe some sister-like best friend of yours? Or your classmate?”

“There are so many possibilities, kid, that going after the uncertain while leaving the certain is nothing short of tomfoolery. You have that Kagami girl, Pigtails, and many more! My point, kid, is just that chasing after a mask is only playing with your own feelings,” the kwami buried himself in the boy’s hair, purring and providing the human with a sense of comfort.

“But Plagg, what if..”

A whirring sound followed by a dull THUD! interrupted the blond and his kwami zoomed away to a convenient hiding place. What the boy saw shocked him.

“Ladybug?!”

The heroine in red-and-black-polka dots merely groaned in pain. Adrien ran over to help her, worried out of his wits seeing his crime-fighting partner all muddied and in pain.

“Ladybug? Is everything alright? Is there an akuma?” he asked hurriedly.

“Re- Rest,” was all the girl muttered before her eyes shut.

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Her head felt so heavy, like she had just been hit by some jumbo mental truck. Blinking the dark spots away from her vision, she looked around .

Big windows beyond the grey banisters. Nice view outside. The girl snuggled deeper into the sleeping bag.

Wait. Sleeping bag? Grey banisters? Big windows?

WHERE WAS SHE?

Panicking, Marinette nearly shot up straight, only to groan at the feeling of headrush and plop back down.

So, she was in some unknown place, sleeping in someone’s sleeping bag. She didn’t remember how she ended up here. The only vague memories she had were of sprinting on the rooftops in the downpour when she had decided to give in to her exhaustion and shelter herself in the Agreste Mansion…

She had been Ladybug before passing out.

Panicking once again, the girl frantically glanced at her arms. Only to find them covered in the familiar red-and-black polka dotted spandex.

Her identity was safe.

She heard footsteps climbing up a staircase.

“Ladybug? Are you awake?”

Oh dear Lord. She had certainly entered the mansion with a steeled heart, but hearing his enchanting voice, the girl felt her resolve crumbling, the choking pain of heartbreak washing over her once again.

I can’t do it... I can’t do it... It hurts, it still hurts…

“Ladybug?” She felt a cool hand on her forehead. So cool, she couldn’t help but lean into the touch.

“Oh, my god! You are burning up! Why were you out in the rain?” the owner of the hand exclaimed.

Oh! How much she wished to tell him the true reason. That she had gone out to escape being Ladybug, the Guardian of Paris. That she had wanted to be one normal teenager, free to let her emotions out without the risk of an evilized butterfly or feather turning her into a rampaging monster. That she had repented her tomfooleries, let out her frustrations with the Liar, and let her tears flow freely at the pain of the heartbreak he had caused her, even if unknowingly.

You are not Marinette right now. You are Ladybug. Be confident, composed.

“I just needed some fresh air, and well, got stuck in the rain. But I am fine, thank you,” pushing herself up with her right hand, the girl struggled to disengage with the sleeping bag and stand up.

Only for a sudden jolt of pain to shoot through her left leg, causing her to scream as she felt gravity dragging her down.

Too shocked by the sudden pain, the girl merely closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impact.

Which never came.

Opening her eyes, she looked into the concerned grassy greens that she had fallen in love with. And sadly, looking at them didn’t help her fall out of love. Instead, it only acted as salt to the burn of her heartbreak.

“You okay?”

His voice was too soft, too caring, too loving for... for just a friend , but, who was she to ignore the truth? The truth that he loved the strong Kagami, not the clumsy Marinette. That he had feelings for the fencer, not the baker girl. That he had shared a sweet kiss with a ravenette with brown eyes, not the bluebell ones.

Stay calm, stay calm, stay focused! You are NOT in love with him. Her brain screamed.

You can’t be in love with him. A soft voice from her heart spoke.

“Ladybug?”

Pulled back from her thoughts, the girl gathered herself quickly and flashed him a smile, straightening herself again. “Oh! I am alright, I am fine, it must be just a bit of exert-AAH!” Another wince escaped her as her left foot pained the moment she put it on the ground.

“You're not fine! You fell quite badly on your left side when you entered. I guess it needs to be checked.” Adrien exclaimed with concern, bending down to examine her foot.

“Oh no no! There is no need for that! I am fine! Yeah, I really am,” the girl fervently explained, her voice a bit high due to embarrassment (or was it uneasiness?).

The wince that escaped her again as she put her left foot a bit too hard on the ground didn’t help her cause.

Adrien merely shot her an unimpressed look. “Ladybug, don’t be so stubborn.”

“I am NOT being stubborn!” she protested, “And I am really fine. In fact, I guess I must go. I don’t wish to overstay.”

No matter how rude it sounded, she needed to maintain her distance. For her own safety and sanity. No, she just came here to rest and now that her limbs were rested a bit, she could make it home and snuggle in the comfort of her own bed, snuggling with her cat pil- WOAH!

Ladybug squeaked and turned an awesome shade of scarlet as she felt strong arms pick her up, bridal style.

“Wh-wha-what the hell?” the girl squeaked.

“I am sorry porte-bonheur , but you sure need to get that foot checked. So, allow this meagre civilian to take you down the stairs and check your foot. Paris can’t have her guardian angel in pain and discomfort,” Adrien replied, a hint of a smirk on his face. And was it just her, or was the boy blushing?

Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts, mentally steeling herself.

You can’t get hurt again. Your feelings matter. He sees you as just a friend. You can’t deal with the pain of one-sided love, especially with the responsibility of the entire city on your shoulders.

…

He smells good. His arms around me feel good. His concern is genuine. No matter what, his kindness shines through.

The irony. The more she stayed near the sunshine, the more clouded her resolve of not falling in love became.

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“Thank goodness it is nothing much, just a mild sprain due to muscle exertion I believe,” the boy exclaimed in relief, holding the spandex-covered foot with care. “I guess a little first aid will do just fine, but you seriously shouldn’t be running on rooftops for a day or two at least. Your foot needs rest.”

“I know, but- ” the heroine didn’t need to voice her thoughts. It was clear, her identity must remain a secret. There wasn’t a way she could enter her home without concealing the mask, and of course she couldn’t take her mask off in front of Adrien, no matter how much she trusted him.

What if, Adrien thought, she did conceal her mask? And took it off midway?

“Ladybug, I think I might have a plan. Plus, you are all muddied up. Wanna take a shower?”

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At first, she thought he was joking. But when Adrien told her his plan, she assumed that was the only way out to help her reach home with her identity safe. And she sure needed a bath.

“I will go get you the clothes and towel, okay? And here is the first aid kit on this shelf,” the boy pointed out, then walked out, shutting the sliding door behind him.

Blinking, the girl stepped into the bathroom, shutting close the glass doors as she dropped her transformation. The kwami flew out, looking with slight worry at her chosen.

“Marinette,” she started to speak, only to be interrupted by the girl’s query.

“Why does it hurt so much, Tikki?”

“Oh. Well, the magic of the miraculous is supposed to act as a cushion for all the hits that you take, but since you are very much exhausted yourself, and I was trying to keep the energy safe for holding the transformation as long as possible, I couldn’t cushion your falls much and...”

“I meant my heart.”

“Oh,” the kwami fell silent. “Marinette, you will be alright.”

“But when Tikki? When?” the girl nearly screamed. Stripping off her clothes, she started pouring her feelings out, “For two years, I have been trying to get him to notice me as someone more, and he sees me as Just. A. Friend. And now, when I try to get over him, try to bury my feelings for his and Kagami’s happiness, he...he is again stealing my heart! I know, I bloody know he doesn’t mean to hurt me, I know that it is his caring nature, but, but… Tikki, I can’t take this! I can’t. Why, why does fate have to be so cruel? Why?”

“Marinette, it is okay to fall in one-sided love. It hurts, surely it does, but you don’t always have to conceal your feelings. Love is a rocky boat; don’t let it overwhelm you. I am not saying this because you are Ladybug, but I am saying this because you have a full life ahead of you, and it will have its share of ups-and-downs. You can’t let it burden you like this.”

The girl took in a deep, shaky breath. “I agree, Tikki. I guess- I guess I really need to get my mind off these things. I am glad I accepted the offer for shower though, this will surely help.” Smiling, she fiddled with the taps for the suitable temperature of hot water and stepped inside.

The warm water relaxed her tensed muscles, the mud from her body and the tension from her mind going down the drain as she let out a relaxed sigh.

And that was when she heard the sliding door open.

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As the kwami zoomed back into the bathroom, Adrien turned to his computer desk. Only for his attention to drift to the fencing match group photo he had there.

Specifically, a girl in red who was in the photo.

Kagami is a nice competitor and an equally nice friend. Sure, she has an icy fa ç ade, but I know the bubbly girl beneath it. Our meetings, our banter, the occasional flexing and punning….they were as fluid as those with Ladybug, And well, just like LB, she surely has handed me my behind on a silver platter many times.

She and Ladybug are so similar: rolling eyes at my puns, responding wittily to my flirts, bantering with me. She is so like Ladybug.

That’s when the realisation hit him. He had been falling for Kagami because… because....

I see Ladybug in her. And when she responds back, it seems like… like it is Ladybug returning back my feelings.

I...I don’t love her in a romantic way for who she really is. And I don’t want to hurt her or lead her on. I did try loving her, but no, I can never see her as anything more than a friend, a competitor.

“I...I loved the shadow of Ladybug I saw in Kagami, not the real Kagami.”

“High time you got your senses back, kid,” Plagg commented.

Ignoring Plagg’s quip, Adrien delved back into his thoughts. Kagami wasn’t someone he could see a future with. Sighing, the blond began to turn around, only for his sight to fall on the charm bracelet on his hand.

Marinette.

Her name itself brought a smile to his face.

As awkward, shy or clumsy as she is, I am really grateful to have her as one of my closest friends. Especially after the gum misunderstanding. I really appreciate the brave, strong and kind leader beneath the shy girl nature.

And then again, she is the best person I can share my thoughts with, be it as Adrien or as Chat. Her parents are sweet, she herself is Kindness personified. His Everyday Ladybug. Standing for the truth and the good. Imagining life without her presence...no, not possible.

Marinette, she feels like-no, she is my home.

The realisation hit him like a truck. Somehow, buried within his feelings for Ladybug, another little stream of feelings for a certain ravenette had sprouted, only to make its presence known to him now.

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Hamilton: What Happened to Lafayette After He Returned to France?

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He’s one of the most endearing characters in Hamilton. Introduced as bashful and vaguely awkward due to his struggle with the English language, the only major character in the musical with aristocratic titles—besides the King of England, of course—is strangely modest when standing next to the likes of Alexander Hamilton or Aaron Burr. But the Marquis de Lafayette doesn’t stay that way. Soon enough good-natured modesty gives way to spitting English rhymes faster than anyone else on stage. Actor Daveed Diggs may have even secured his Tony award before playing Thomas Jefferson with Lafayette’s rapid fire verbal assault in “Guns and Ships.”

Yet the thing about the same actor portraying Jefferson is it means we see nothing of Lafayette after the American Revolution is won in Act One. In “Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down),” Lafayette promises he’ll go back to France and “bring freedom to my people if given the chance.” Later the ramifications of that are only opaquely hinted at in Act Two when Jefferson, fresh from helping Lafayette draft a declaration, returns as France’s fiercest advocate… and faces opposition from Lafayette’s biggest American pal. But other than Hamilton telling Jefferson that “Lafayette’s a smart man he’ll be fine,” we don’t actually learn how things transpired for our favorite fighting Frenchman. But that might be because while he survived the French Revolution… to say he was “fine” is wishful thinking on Hamilton’s part.

The truth is Lafayette tried to bring freedom to his people when given the chance, but he lost his own freedom for more than five years in the process (and almost his head). And these horrors were only beginning to reign as Hamilton and Jefferson were rapping about possible American intervention.

In reality, Lafayette and Hamilton’s friendship began a little later than the 1776 meet-and-greet at the bar in Hamilton. Alexander was already Gen. George Washington’s aide-de-camp (secretary) by the time Washington semi-adopted the Frenchman as much as an enlisted man. Washington knew to look for Lafayette in Philadelphia because Benjamin Franklin personally wrote him about how good-natured the young nobleman of only 19 was—Franklin even feared he’d be taken advantage of for his congeniality. Well, that and because Lafayette and his wife had deep roots in French aristocracy.

Like Hamilton, Lafayette became an orphan when he was 13. Unlike Hamilton, he did not suffer from a lack of funds or prestige. Technically named Gilbert du Motier, Lafayette inherited his title after his father was killed fighting the British in the Seven Years’ War (known as the French and Indian War in the U.S.). Some historians believe the death even inspired a strong anti-British sentiment in Lafayette. But then he may also have been driven by notions of his chivalrous lineage that earned him a role in France’s mounted infantry of Dragoons while still a teenager.

No matter the exact reason, he was soon taken by the cause of the American Revolution and speeches of liberty. So much so that he disobeyed his king and father-in-law to cross the Atlantic. Indeed, after marrying Adrienne de Noailles at age 16 (she was 14), Lafayette was forced by the father of the bride to go to London two years later since he wanted to join the American Revolution. Instead he spent three weeks at British court where he was presented before King George III. Lafayette obeyed but then after returning to France, he hid from his in-laws and purchased his own sailing ship the Victoire, which eventually carried him to South Carolina.

By the time Lafayette arrived in America, the Declaration of Independence was almost a year old, the British had carved Manhattan up, and Hamilton was Washington’s right-hand man. Washington met Lafayette at a dinner in August 1777. While the general was told to keep an eye out for the well-connected Lafayette, Washington was nonetheless taken with the boy’s natural fervor for gaiety and democratic ideals. The Continental Congress was also smitten with Lafayette—his refusing payment for his service and instead offering to purchase weapons for the revolutionaries has that effect—and they awarded Lafayette the title of “major general.” While it was an honorary title, Lafayette expected to one day lead a division of men after Washington thought he was ready.

Initially Washington balked at the idea, but eventually did put Lafayette in charge of American soldiers, most famously at the Battle of Yorktown where Lafayette’s men cut off the British’s ability to retreat. The general also thought so highly of the young Frenchman that after Lafayette was wounded in battle, he wrote the surgeon to think of him as Washington’s own son.

Lafayette also formed an extremely personal friendship with Hamilton. To the degree that some still speculate the pair—like rumors about Hamilton and John Laurens—might have had a romantic relationship. They certainly wrote of each other fondly, with Hamilton’s own grandson characterizing the three as “a gay trio” who resembled the Three Musketeers in the early years of Washington’s officers camp. Near the end of the war, Lafayette wrote his wife, “Among the general’s aides-de-camp is a [young] man whom I love very much and of whom I have occasionally spoken to you. The man is Colonel Hamilton.”

After the war, Lafayette returned to France where he became a vocal advocate for a democratic republic that maintained a constitutional monarchy. He’d named his first and only son Georges Washington Lafayette and one of his daughters, at friend Thomas Jefferson’s urging, Marie-Antoinette Virginie. He was promoted high among the French Army and the royal Order of Saint Louis and quickly became a chummy hunting buddy with King Louis XVI. Despite nestling himself further into the royal aristocracy, Lafayette also welcomed what seemed to be an inevitable French Revolution.

Like Jefferson (and most Americans), Lafayette saw his homeland following in the United States’ example and building a republic that valued the rights of individuals. In some ways, he was further along in those aims than Jefferson, as Lafayette was a member of the abolitionist group the Society of the Friends of the Blacks, and called for Black slaves to not only be freed but given farmland. He even wrote Washington in 1783, pushing his father figure to free his slaves. Washington declined.

The revolution that came to France turned out to be anything but what Jefferson had suggested to James Monroe in a 1788 letter. At the time, Jefferson predicted France would soon have “a tolerably free constitution” without “having cost them a drop of blood.” While Jefferson had grown from appraising King Louis XVI as “a good man” to a do-nothing who spent half the day hunting and the other half drinking, Jefferson believed a constitutional monarchy with a strong legislature was possible. After all, for the first time since 1614, France’s Estates-General was gathering in 1719 to create a new general assembly. What emerged was the National Assembly, though in it Lafayette found himself among a minority of aristocrats who believed the upper legislature should be determined by “head” (population) as opposed to “estate” (amount of land owned).

Jefferson—who once fretted 19 of France’s 20 million people lived worse than the most destitute (white) Americans—took this as grand news. He wrote the king would soon allow “freedom of the press, freedom of religion, freedom of commerce and industry, freedom of persons against arbitrary arrest,” and a variety of other freedoms he was simultaneously beginning to lobby for in the U.S., eventually resulting in the Bill of Rights.

In this vein, Lafayette presented on July 11, 1789 his Declaration of the Rights of Man and of the Citizen to the National Assembly. While none of the aristocrats at the time knew that it was at least edited by Jefferson (if not co-written), there was no mistaking it was intended to be seen as a French version of the Declaration of Independence. But it was perhaps already too late since the Storming of the Bastille occurred three days later on July 14. Ironically, Lafayette’s attempt to ensure a peaceful transition to a true republic might’ve helped speed along the bloodshed that soon followed. While the National Assembly eventually approved Lafayette’s Declaration on Aug. 26, King Louis rejected it outright on Oct. 2.

Three days later, a mob stormed Versailles, demanding Louis return to rule from (and be imprisoned at) his Parisian palace. By this time, Lafayette was the popular commander-in-chief of the National Guard of France, an armed force intended to maintain the National Assembly’s peace. He used this position to deescalate violence from a crowd now chanting for Marie Antoinette’s blood. Instead Lafayette appeared on the balcony with the French queen and king, kissing Marie Antoinette’s hand and squashing the bloodlust. Gestures such as these, or his order to allow Louis XVI to attend Catholic Mass in Paris (an order his men disobeyed), led to him being painted as a monarchist, or at least a soft moderate who the radical Jacobin extremists now rising to power suspected of being weak.

Around this time, Hamilton wrote to Lafayette, “I have seen with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension the progress of the events which have lately taken place in your country. As a friend to mankind and liberty, I rejoice in the efforts you are making to establish it, while I fear much for the final success of the attempts, for the fate of those I esteem who are engaged in it.” At this point in 1789, Hamilton was among a minority of Americans who believed the French Revolution could turn ugly; most preferred an optimistic view of Jefferson who predicted the goodness of human nature would reign.

In June 1791, already growing unpopular among Jacobin leaders like Maximillien de Robespierre and Georges Danton for his apparently cushy treatment of the royal family, Lafayette became an enemy of public opinion. This occurred suddenly and violently when he suppressed a gathering of 10,000 people after two men accused of being secret spies for the monarchy were hanged in a lynch mob. Lafayette ordered the National Guard to fire into the crowd, wounding and killing dozens. Afterward a new mob gathered and destroyed Lafayette’s home and attempted to assault his wife. Robespierre branded Lafayette a traitor of the Revolution and Lafayette soon resigned from his post in the National Guard.

Even out of power, Lafayette still wrote about the need of sparing the king and queen. In August 1792, Danton put out a warrant for Lafayette’s arrest. King Louis XVI, meanwhile, was executed at the guillotine on Jan. 21, 1793, where school children licked up the specks of blood that splattered from his neck and onto the ground. Marie Antoinette would suffer the same fate later that year, but by Feb. 1, France had already declared war on Britain, as well as Holland and Spain, and demanded the U.S. join them in the fighting to come. Secretary of State Jefferson was enthusiastic, but many Americans had come around to Hamilton’s cynicism about the French Revolution, most notably President Washington. Vice President John Adams summed it up best: “Danton, Robespierre, Marat, etc. are furies. Dragons’ teeth have been sown in France and will come up as monsters.”

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Lafayette, for his part, attempted to flee his way back to the United States. He didn’t get further than the Austrian Netherlands (present day Belgium). There he was arrested by the rival government and began more than five years of hell. He did better than family members though. His wife’s sister, mother, and grandmother all fell beneath the guillotine and the cheers of the mob in the Reign of Terror. His wife, meanwhile, begged permission to take her five children and stay with Lafayette in prison.

By this point, Lafayette had spent more than a year in solitary confinement after almost escaping Austrian custody with the aid of Angelica Schuyler Church (Eliza’s sister and Hamilton’s sister-in-law). As punishment he was half-starved when his wife and four daughters stayed with him in his cell. Elsewhere his son Georges Washington fled to America where he hoped to meet with his namesake, the President of the United States. Washington, who viewed Lafayette like a son, reportedly wanted to meet the boy but could not do so without looking as if he was sheltering the son of an accused traitor to our nominal ally. Instead Georges spent the winter of 1796 living with Alexander and Eliza Hamilton before getting to finally meet the now former president the following spring.

As Secretary of State, Jefferson did mastermind a plan to aid Lafayette and his family. Under dubious rationalizations, he got Congress to agree to finally pay Lafayette and his wife a salary for their service during the Revolutionary War, gaining universal support to offer a monthly pension to a national hero who in his own nation was considered a traitor.

After more than five years of imprisonment—and Robespierre falling under his own guillotine—Lafayette was finally released in 1797. Alexander Hamilton biographer Ron Chernow reports his hair had entirely fallen out of his head and his countenance resembled more cadaver than a living man. But even then, Lafayette was just one of many political prisoners in the Austrian Netherlands the newly victorious General Napoleon Bonaparte negotiated the freedom of. And yet, Lafayette could not return to America as he hoped because of new tensions between Bonaparte’s emerging dictatorial government and the Adams administration. Thus Lafayette eventually returned to France in 1800 where he retired from politics, despite Napoleon offering him multiple titles and opportunities, including becoming minister to the United States. Lafayette wanted the titles, but he did not want to be a member of Napoleon’s government. He also refused his friend Thomas Jefferson, now President of the United States, when Jefferson offered to make him governor of Louisiana in 1803.

Lafayette remained absent from public life until Napoleon’s final defeat at Waterloo in 1815—though he made enemies with the British again when he attempted to help the disgraced French emperor flee to the United States—and in 1824 he finally returned to America where he received a rapturous welcome in all 24 existing states he visited. He even got to lay the cornerstone of the Bunker Hill Monument in Boston during the Declaration of Indpendence’s 50th anniversary. By this time, Hamilton was long dead, but Lafayette lived to see the truth in Hamilton’s enthusiastic promise from 1798 after Lafayette’s release from prison: “The only thing in which our [political] parties agree is to love you.” He also swore their friendship would “survive all revolutions and all vicissitudes.”

Lafayette died in 1834 and was buried in a cemetery in Paris… where his grave was consecrated with a layer of soil from Bunker Hill.

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shippingtheswann · 5 years ago

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Answering the Call

A/N – this is my first ever One Shot. It is based off the prompt found on @bleebug Tumblr – Best friend CS AU where Emma butt-dials Killian when confiding in her friend(s) about her feelings for him, and he just sits there listening, confused and ecstatic and feeling like a jackass for eavesdropping, but mostly just relieved that his love isn’t unrequited like he’s believed for years. My story takes a little bit of a different route, but still has it all.

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His night wasn’t ending on a good note. There was no way after the day he had. He spent the last twelve hours preparing a presentation, and all he had to show for it was a slide that had his name and his professional information Killian Jones, COO, Jones INC. He was no where close to being ready for the conference next week. Normally, his brother Liam would be the one making the presentation. But, this time, Liam forced Killian to take on the job to impress potential investors and companies. He hated it. Public speaking wasn’t his strong suit – and neither was coming up with a way to make his company look good.

On top of that, he missed his weekly hang out with his friends. It had been a tradition that he looked forward to every week.

They would choose a new bar each week; trading off who was the designated driver (or the person who paid for the Uber) and who got to choose the location that week. You would think that after more than 5 years of weekly meetings, they would have run out of places to find – but each week, there was somewhere new within the hour drive of their universe.

Sure, Killian could normally tell what kind of bars he would be going to each week, simply based off his friend’s personalities – but he still enjoyed trying out new things. He especially enjoyed the company.

The past few weeks of bars had been an adventure to say the least. Mary Margaret and David had taken them to an 80’s themed pop up bar that had been opened and closed in quick succession. Ruby had decided on a biker bar out in the middle of nowhere that claimed to have the best moonshine. Regina took them up to Canada for her turn, opting for a special wine tasting at a place that looked like a castle. Trying to get 7 drunk Americans back into the country turned out to be easier than he expected. Graham had chosen another traditional sports bar.

Killian had been looking forward to this week. It was Emma’s turn.

Even though she wasn’t standing in front of him, his heart still skipped a beat when the thought of her.

Emma Swan was everything that Killian wanted but couldn’t have. She was untouchable. Not only was she too perfect for him – with her blonde hair and green eyes that brought just about every man she knew to his knees – but she had a dark sense of humor that Killian couldn’t get enough of. She was sarcastic half the time. She was the perfect drinking partner – never getting drunk enough to black out but keeping the pace with the men and showing them that she was just as much of a bad ass as they were. She was strong, yet gentle; loving but protected. She was perfect.

Ever since that night they met, Killian had been drawn to her; wanting to be around her every chance he got.

But, she was off limits. She was David’s adopted sister. She had been hurt in the past. She had walls sky high – and while Killian still worked on cracking those walls, he knew that nothing would ever come of it. David warned him the first night they met back in Freshman year. After another stupid frat party where Killian put on his best dashing rapscallion persona, David cornered him and told him to not mess with Emma.

They had grown up a lot in the last few years, but Killian knew it wasn’t enough to make Emma his, no matter how much he prayed for it to happen. And he knew that David wasn’t Emma’s keeper, that she could make her own decisions; but he respected David too much to cause any friction.

It was also worth remembering that Emma hadn’t once returned his affection.

As Killian walked through his apartment, in search of some much-needed aspirin, he remembered the last time that he brazenly flirted with Emma.

It was during their trip into Canada with Regina. They had all had too much to drink. When Regina said that she had paid her assistant to work extra hours and drive them home in the large van that she had rented, everyone pregamed in the van once they crossed the border. He could remember rolling his eyes when Regina had told them that they were traveling up in a rental van that night, but he couldn’t wait. He could remember pushing Graham out of the way to get to Emma’s side, not wanting anyone else to get all her attention. He remembered glass after glass of rum, even though Ruby was giving him a hard time about it being a vineyard. His hands, having developed a mind of their own, found Emma’s hair while they were sitting in a booth away from the crowd. As the night wore on, he got closer and closer to her, flirting a little bit more with each inch. Yet, she never reciprocated. She remained aloof. She was sweet and caring, but never crossed the line Killian was hoping she would. Her hands never traveled to him. They stayed firmly on her lap. The words that she whispered to him as he laid his head on her shoulder too tired to keep his eyes open as the van drove silently down the highway.

“You’re my best friend, I can’t”.

He had been placed in the friendzone – and he didn’t see himself ever leaving it. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear those words or not, but the weight they carried finalized everything.

While that thought weighed heavy on his mind, he also knew that just having her in his life was better than nothing. If all she wanted from him was a friendship, then he was willing to be that for her. All he really wanted was for her to be in his life forever, for her to cast her glow upon his life for eternity. So even if she never loved him the way he loved her, he was OK with that.

And he did. He loved Emma Swan as deeply as one could love. Everything he did, he did with her in mind. He took the job at Liam’s company simply because he knew he would be able to afford to give Emma the life she deserved, even if it meant sacrificing what he loved to do, which was sail. There was no real job market in sailing, but Liam’s investment company made money and provided Killian with a safety net he knew Emma would need one day. He begged Liam to open a branch of the firm in Seattle, not wanting to be too far from his second family. He even purchased the apartment in hopes that one day he would share it with Emma. It was only a 10-minute walk to her job, and Killian abused that knowledge at times, randomly bumping into her on her lunch break or seeing her as she walked into the precinct in the mornings.

He popped the two pills and drank some water. It was nearing midnight and he was too tired to eat, even though the leftovers from dinner the night before were calling to him. He sat on his bed, his hands playing with his phone. He missed Emma, and the group. He missed their antics. They always ended up getting into trouble, even if they didn’t mean to. He wanted nothing more to just call Emma and talk to her. She always picked the best bars and he wanted to hear about everything that happened. His apartment was just too quiet.

He flipped the phone in his hands a few more times, then opened the screen and clicked on Emma’s name. He knew she would probably be asleep, but he just wanted to hear her voice, even if it was for only a few minutes. They hadn’t spoken at length since that night in Canada. Just a few casual conversations when they saw each other at last week’s bar hop. Graham hadn’t left Killian and David alone that night – there was a big game on that kept their attention on the screens.

The time that passed felt endless. The ringing of Emma’s phone kept his brain alert, while sending his body into shock at the same time. The nerves pulsing through his system would have been enough to kill just about anyone. After 4 rings, he didn’t think she would pick up and his heart sank. The feelings that washed over him were worse than the nerves that had been replaced. While he knew she probably wouldn’t answer, he got his hopes up again. Her voice came through the phone causing a slight smile to develop on his face. But, it was only her voicemail, telling the caller to leave her a message or to text her like a normal human.

“Hello Love, I was just calling to see how the night went. I missed you all, but Liam was insistent that I finish the presentation. Call me when you get a minute, or you know, text me. Either one. You know that I worry you didn’t make it home ok,” he said with a laugh, referencing his weird motherly concern, as Ruby called it, “I haven’t talked to you in a while and I just wanted to catch up. Well… have a good night Swan and hopefully I will talk to you soon”.

He hung up with a sigh.

He threw himself rather dramatically onto the bed. His arm came to wrap around his head, sheltering his eyes from the beaming light on his ceiling.

Just as his thoughts started to drift towards the deep end, where he would wallow in self pity thinking that he ruined his friendship with Emma that fateful weekend, his phone rang in his hands.

She appeared on the screen, all bright and beautiful. It was a picture Killian had taken of her one weekend the group traveled down to San Diego. She was sitting on the beach, the ocean sparkling in the background. The strings of her bikini poking out from her red coverup. The large straw hat she wore to block out the sun bent back. Her smile was contagious, as she had just finished laughing at something Mary Margaret had said. He cursed himself for ever making that picture her caller ID. He wanted to stare at it more than talk to her.

He forced himself to answer the call.

“Good evening Love,” he started, waiting to hear her angelic voice answer him back.

He could hear mumbling, but no one spoke directly to him. There was laughter in the background.

“Emma,” he said, a bit louder than normal.

Still, no one answered. There was some scratching on the phone, and then things came in a bit clearer.

Ruby’s unique laughter came through the phone. He could hear Mary Margaret shushing everyone else. Regina’s voice then came in. He was able to hear the words out of her mouth, but something was muffling the noise.

“Come on Emma, Truth or Dare?” Regina said.

He could hear more giggling, then the woman he loved said “Truth”.

It finally dawned on him that Emma must have butt dialed him. Emma’s iPhone had been known to do that a few times. It was so old, and she refused to upgrade it even though her plan allowed her to. Yet, Emma kept the beat-up thing that took nothing more than any piece of fabric touching it to unlock it. A few times, she had accidently dialed her Captain when she was putting her phone in her pocket. He laughed to himself before yelling her name one last time.

“Emma” he screamed into the phone.

No reply.

As he moved the phone away from his face, about to hang up the call, he heard something that had him pulling the phone back towards his ear.

“Alright, tell us how you really feel about Killian,” Regina

He felt wrong to listen, but something in him needed to know what Emma felt.

There was a round of laughter as the girls were probably getting settled to hear Emma’s confession. He could imagine them. Regina was probably sitting in a chair, her icy eyes focused on Emma. Mary Margaret was probably on the floor, trying to contain her excitement. Ruby was probably lying down, taking up the whole couch of whoever’s apartment they were at. It was Emma that he had troubles imagining.

Was she smiling as Regina asked the question? Did her heart start to skip at beat at the mention of his name, the way it did for him? Were her cheeks flushed because of thoughts of him?

“Killian’s my best friend,” Emma said, muffled by her pocket. He could hear a smile in her voice.

“Come on Swan, there is more to that – tell us how you really feel about Killian,” Regina said, this time a bit more forceful than before.

He heard a sigh and he felt his heart completely stop; the breath caught in his chest.

“Oh, fuck it,” she started, her voice coming in a bit clearer, “I love the man. OK! I love him. I’ve loved him for years.”

He almost dropped the phone. Everything that was happening suddenly stopped – time stood still. Emma Swan loved him. The woman he loved, that he would go to the ends of time and space for loved him back. He heard the words straight from her mouth. Yet, the words didn’t sound exciting and promising. They sounded sad. It was if a knife was slowly cutting out his heart. She loved him, but clearly that love wasn’t enough.

“But I’m scared OK. I’m scared of what loving him might mean,” she concluded.

“What do you mean?” Ruby asked.

“Remember when we all went to that bar Regina found a few weeks ago,” she paused, probably waiting for her friends to nod their understanding, “Killian was being just so… Killian. He was the perfect gentleman and the whole night, I just imagined what being with him would be like. We aren’t even dating, but he was constantly touching me, throwing attention my way. What would that be like if we were actually together? Then, in the van, he put his head on my shoulder, and suddenly, my feelings smacked me right in the face. And then I got scared. He is my best friend – what would happen if I lose him? What would happen if I lose our friendship? I couldn’t live with that. The last few weeks, with us barley talking because I got scared of my feelings, has been so rough. All I’ve wanted to do is talk to him, be near him; it’s been torture.”

Killian let a breath out. A thousand things were running through his mind. How could he be so blind to what Emma was going through? How could he get her to change her mind and be with him? He needed to make her see that no matter what, they would be OK. She needed to understand that he would never do anything to hurt her, that he would spend eternity making sure that what they used to have will always be there, as a strong foundation to what they were going to have.

“Oh Emma,” Mary Margaret’s soothing voice echoed in his ear, “You can never be sure what is going to happen, but you can’t live your life surrounded by fear. Fear is natural and serves a purpose, but you can’t let it control your happiness. Love, true love, the love that I know you have for Killian and he has for you, is worth the risk of anything that may happen.”

“You really think he loves me?” her voice was barely audible.

“Of course, he does!” he heard Ruby yell.

“The man isn’t the brightest, but he isn’t a dumbass, of course he loves you,” Regina quipped.

Killian rolled his eyes at the words, but she was right – he did love her.

“What should I do?” Emma questioned.

“You tell him, you tell him everything. Be honest with him. Tell him you are scared. Tell him you don’t want to lose his friendship. But start with telling him you love him,” Mary Margaret told him.

He could hear shuffling, movement of fabric over the phone. Then, everything got very clear.

“Oh shit,” he heard Emma whisper, her voice louder than it had been before.

Suddenly, her face appeared on his phone. She must have turned on her FaceTime app.

“Well hello there love,” he smiled, not hiding the cocky grin that was now splashed across his face.

“How much of that did you hear?” She asked, her cheeks reddening.

“Enough to tell you that I love you too,” he said.

Maybe the night was going to end on a good note.

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jamalexlee · 5 years ago

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Black Sails Gift Exchange

This is a fic for @bisexualpirateheart

I hope you like it! Here’s a link to it on AO3

Silver sits staring into the waves ahead of him, stretching out seeming infinitely in all directions. Yet it wasn’t the possibilities those waves offered that held Silver’s focus - he was barely seeing his present - he was too lost in the past. Wondering on all his best intentions and how it had led him to this place…. It truly began shortly before this Christmas period.

December 6th

Silver honestly doesn’t know what possessed him to do this. Honestly nothing was less like him. The discovery, courtesy of his working relationship/friendship/whatever with Max, that perhaps a certain long-lost, long missed former Lord and lover of Captain Flint pre-Flint, was not in fact dead and perhaps merely hidden from society and the world at large, in a plantation in Savannah of all places - a little over a week if the sea was in the mood and the weather allowed for speedy land-travel.

When he’d first heard of the possibility Silver had dismissed it. They were in the middle of war - they had no time for checking on the possibility of long-perhaps not deceased persons who could be used against Captain Flint. And honestly if said former Lord was alive the captain would never forgive Silver for dragging someone he loved so much into a war as bloody (if brief) as theirs had been.

So to pretend he hadn’t heard, to pretend there was no possibility of it being true, seemed to Silver the sanest thing to do. But as time moved on and things became more and more stable Silver found he no longer believed himself. If the Captain had remained simply that, Captain Flint, and nothing more, Silver could have clung to that idea forever. But against his better judgement, against every instinct that had ever served Silver in his survival, selfish though those instincts could be, Silver found he couldn’t keep that secret to himself. Couldn’t keep the possibility of a living Thomas away from James.

Despite the slight panic humming through his veins Silver found himself pleased at how accurate his calculations had been - from Savannah to Nassau in time for St. Nicholas Day, in time to give Flint a Christmas present he could never have expected to receive.

Silver stood and watched as their men approached the Captain with a man that he didn’t recognise by sight but from Flint’s descriptions could only be Thomas Hamilton. A little older no doubt than Flint would remember him but even from further away Silver could tell the man was very handsome.

The captain for his part wasn’t looking in the right direction. He was focused entirely on the carpentry he was working on it wasn’t until the men stopped in front of him and clearly addressed him that Flint even looked up. Silver could only watch as if in slow motion as Flint realised who was standing mere inches from him. The confusion and then joy across his face as he reached for the man who, with an equal amount of joy, was reaching for him. Their embrace so heartfelt, joyful and desperate seemed as if it was without end, especially when they moved in to kiss while managing to remain in contact the whole time.

Silver did his best not to react to the shock of the men surrounding Flint and his no-longer lost love. He could understand their confusion. After all Silver had sent them to retrieve the man that was now kissing his lover. The lover that never was so open in affection with Silver. Noises that they didn’t bother to smother in the night from the privacy of the Captain’s cabin or elsewhere wasn’t the same as this open declaration where everyone on the island could see it and all others would no doubt hear of it before long.

Silver started when he heard his own name and refocused to find Flint turning to look at him - and damn that man that even with all they’d shared he could still hide what he was thinking from Silver when he really wanted to! Silver hoped the shock he could detect was the good kind as Flint and the former lordling made their way towards him.

His lordship arrived first, “John Silver I presume?”

Another one with gorgeous eyes that seem to see right through to your soul. In lieu of saying this or indeed any of the other thoughts about the attractiveness of the man before him Silver extended his hand. Only to find himself engulfed in a hug.

Panicked Silver’s eyes shot to Flint only to find him looking mildly amused. Slowly he moved to return the embrace. “Welcome to Nassau, Lord Thomas Hamilton.”

A laugh is huffed against his neck and Silver found himself staring into deep blue intense eyes, “I think we both know the title “Lord” hasn’t been mine for sometime,” his smile is genuine if sad before turning mischievous, “though I would love to hear how you came by the “long” before your name.” If Silver didn’t know better he would think he was being flirted with. “Thank you Mr. Silver.” And this time he does take Silver’s hand.

“John,” he replies automatically and then carefully wrenching his gaze from those intense orbs, “It was nothing really. I did it for the Captain.”

There was that smirk again, “I have no doubt. And by all means please do call me Thomas.” Thomas turns to face Flint once more, “James you surely don’t make John call you Captain on all occasions do you?”

He doesn’t make me but I like the effect it has on him in the bedroom Silver shook his head as if to shake that thought from his head and definitely from his mouth only to catch sight of a decidedly pink around the ears Flint giving the Lordling Thomas a look. “Thomas-”

“No really do you? Or is it worse? Does he have to use your surname as well? And as we’re on the subject I haven’t heard of a feared pirate captain with the surname I knew you as and since I have every faith that you would always excel at anything you do you are a feared pirate captain. So it’s Captain…?”

“Flint.” There’s definitely a wince as he says this and grimace as he looks up at Thomas because he’s that tall and to the former lordling- Thomas’ - credit he reacted with only a blink and a slight widening of the eyes.

As he opened his mouth to speak however, “Thomas if you want this story we are going to have to relocate to somewhere with liquor - a lot of it,”

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Seeming to have realised he hit upon a touchy subject the lor - Thomas had stuck to lighter subjects on the walk to the tavern. Silver had dropped slightly behind the couple, he told himself because he needed to talk to their men about events at the Plantation and any compensation needed, but honestly Silver needed the space to quietly observe the difference Lo- Thomas had on Flint.

Flint usually stomped around Nassau but now he strolled - fast because Flint but still… The easy smiles, the adoring looks, ease that seemed to exist in his posture all of a sudden - and how even when someone seemed about to set off the explosion that was Flint’s temper a simple touch from Thomas would cause Flint to calm. Silver had seen that calmer side of Flint, had been the cause of some of his peaceful moments - but never had he seen him like this. He wasn’t sure what to make of that either.

Twilight had begun to fall as they reached the tavern and the men wandered off to their own pursuits leaving Silver to close the distance between himself and Flint and L - Thomas.

“Thomas, could you grab a table? I’ll be right in.” Flint said.

“Of course, Captain” replied Thomas in amusement, “I’ll see about getting all that liquor you requested,” with a final smile in Flint’s direction Thomas entered the tavern.

Silver took a deep breath, “Well he seems-” and with that found himself for the first time in a long time being roughly shoved against a hard surface by an irate Captain.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Bringing Thomas here? The war might be over but Nassau is Nassau! What on earth is a former Lord who by rights should be inheriting this island supposed to do here? What do you think the new ruling classes are going to do to him when they realise? For fucks sake Silver why????”

It was saying something that SIlver had rarely seen Flint so angry. Even in the early days when he didn’t trust him and seemed half a move from killing him at all times or even after the Urca fiasco before Silver came clean. Even as he tried to process where Flint was coming from he felt his own temper flare at the injustice and ingratitude being displayed at what Silver considered one of the few genuinely selfless acts he had ever committed.

“Why? Why what? Why rescue an innocent man from a life he never should have found himself in? Why return your long-lost former lord lover to you? How can you ask me that? Do you truly believe I did this to hurt you? Hurt him?” Silver closes his eyes in pain, “I did this for you. I did this because from the moment II heard of the possibility of him being alive,” Silver throws Flint a look, “and that was some time ago - the war was still happening - I couldn’t let it go. I debated. I argued with myself. I tormented myself with this decision and it came to this. It came to this,” he softened his look and shared deep into those ridiculous green eyes that in his rage looked closer to black, “I couldn’t in all conscious keep Thomas Hamilton from James a minute longer than they’d been kept from each other already.” Trying for levity Silver quipped, “next Christmas I’ll just get you more books.”

Flint’s anger seemed to drain from him almost immediately to be replaced with fear and sadness, the kind of fear and sadness Silver had seen when he first realised Flint actually cared what people thought of him despite all he’d done and was planning to do. And in that moment Silver realised as he had then what was actually upsetting him.

“I’m not James. Not the James he remembers.” Flint looks at the floor suddenly so vulnerable, “There are things Flint has done that are unforgivable.”

“You don’t get to decide that,” Flint’s eyes flash up to Silver’s face, puzzled, “Only Thomas can decide what is unforgivable or not. Only he can offer the forgiveness you need, but…” Silver brings his hand to James cheek fingers lightly playing with the loose strands of hair there, “you can only receive his forgiveness if you tell him the truth.” Silver locks gazes with Flint, “I saw the truth of you - I’m sure he will too and love this new you just as much as the one he loved before.”

Flint nuzzled against Silver’s hand seeking and receiving that closeness, that reassurance that Silver happily supplied. He gently caressed Flint’s cheek before turning his hand to cup the same cheek and rub his thumb along his lips. Flint looked up through his eyelashes in a way that should be impossible for a man taller than him and Silver felt any anger he had draining away being replaced by the deep heartfelt affection he felt for this impossible maddening man. He leaned forwards-

“Darling,” the lordling’s voice rang out, “organised a table and a decent amount of liquor… Oh I interrupt something?”

“Not at all,” Silver stepped away as quickly as his half a leg would allow, “simply conferring with the Captain about certain matters with the crew. Nothing world shattering.” Silver couldn’t look at him, at them, he just couldn’t, he started walking away, “if I’m needed for anything ship related I’ll be back on The Walrus.”

***

Night had fully fallen by the time Silver made it to The Walrus but Silver wouldn’t let the tears that threatened to fall. He won’t, he can’t be seen to be weak even in this.

Entering the captain’s cabin, the cabin he’d long thought of as theirs, Silver was assaulted by memories. Some that had happened right here others that had happened elsewhere but had led them to here - wherever here was.

Going to the Captain’s cabin on the Spanish warship after Flint once again officially held that title with the intention of having a private celebration with Flint had never seemed to Silver a great idea - honestly he thought it would ultimately be the worst one - but at the time it had seemed like the thing to do. To offer himself as a trophy almost, a well earned prize, certainly one that was interested in what such claiming would look like. Honestly Silver had gone into it half expecting to be rejected out-right - possibly with a punch or worse for the insult of suggesting he would be interested in that.

Which Silver had been in no doubt Flint was. He’d seen Flint eyeing up the men, Billy and himself in particular, when The Walrus had been beached. He knew Flint was inclined in that direction but that didn’t mean he would be willing to indulge. Still he was surprised to find himself being kissed and touched with such passion and skill. Flint had brought him to places and sensations he hadn’t known he’d had and all the while encouraging him to let go - he’d almost felt sorry for the crew that night - they couldn’t have gotten much sleep - especially when Flint had woken him at the crack of dawn the next day with a blowjob and another round before donning his Captain mask once more and beginning his day.

Silver had felt the phantom of Flint all day. Had avoided sitting down most of the day though the one time he’d forgotten and yelped in pain the crew members were amused but not rude. Honestly most had seemed to be happy with the slightly less grumpy Flint had that materialised that morning.

Silver doesn’t know, even now, what truly processed him to return the following night. Sure at the time he’d told himself someone that good in bed was simply worth repeated goes. But even then the spectre of danger was trying to warn him off - that and the idea that it wasn’t something that could possibly last. Who they were, what they wanted, how they saw the world surely it was too different - and in any case Silver had intended to be gone from that world the second he got his share of that gold.

Silver tapped lightly on the Captain’s cabin and without waiting for acknowledgement or answer went in. “Captain.”

Flint’s eyes flicked up briefly before returning to his maps. “Silver.”

Silver moved towards the desk, smirking to himself remembering what had happened on that obscenely large desk only the night before, and leaned forward placing his hands on the desk. “I think we both know why I’m here.”

Flint’s eyes were subtle but flicked up nonetheless. “No.”

“Oh I agree,” murmured Silver, “It’s an awful idea. Truly. Awful.” A barely there smirk - victory. “So how about we decide to agree this is a truly awful decision that we mutually agree to keep making for the foreseeable future?”

The bad decision turned out not to be the sex but the feelings that came with it. Those showed up later but by the time Flint was planning to return to the sea to search for Vane he and Silver had come to The Walrus purely to finally make love, for that’s what they did that night, accepting all that they were and all they could do to each other, cementing their new partnership even as Flint went off on what they both knew could be a simple suicide mission. Please try not to get yourself killed while you’re gone? I’ll try.

And it was that night, in this cabin, knowing they had changed from what they were to something that could last, could mean something, that had Silver finally break down. The tears fell and Silver cried desperately in the bed he’d shared with that beautiful contradictory man, for while he’d given Flint, given James, something his soul needed desperately in doing so he might have lost the love of his life in the process.

***

It had been a week and Silver had decided he truly hated former Lord Thomas Hamilton.

Having taken his advice Flint had confessed, apparently everything. And sure the lordling didn’t exactly approve of James’ actions as Flint but he understood. Apparently he and his wife had once agreed James was the living embodiment of Coriolanus before he’d gone off and actually followed the plot of the second act. So he honestly hadn’t been that surprised. The murder of his father was actually something Thomas was fine with, as was the ending of Peter Ashe (if not the town - bought with the blood of their pain or not) - the death Thomas had had issues with was Miranda and though he’d raged that pain and grief was something he could share with Flint. If anything it brought them closer together.

As for Flint’s prediction that the island would have issues with the former lordling turned out to be untrue. His honest interest in people and general ability to cause people to be at ease in his presence had made him many friends and allies - also his habit of “Darling”ing Flint went he was about to be well “Flinty” (the Lord’s word for that) and stopping him dead had endeared him to many and caused much amusement to Jack, Anne and Max.

Silver though. He had always been the one with the words. That talent to command the attention of a room and hold it. To know what to say, how to move, how not to get the room, the people, to do as he, or who he was currently working for, wanted.

But next to this man, to Thomas, Silver was an amateur. This island was filled from top to bottom of people who should hate him, should wish him ill and yet he had captured their hearts easily. He got on with the pirates, the barbarians, the merchants, the inlanders - hell despite his white aristocratic background him somehow managed to get on with the Maroons - Madi certainly seemed to like him but… he just bugged Silver.

Sure the Lordling had so many great qualities. His great breeding was evident in his walk, his stance, how he sat. He always seemed as if he was about to give some grand speech and all were rapt and ready for it. After a word with Max and Jack he was dressed in a fashion more to his liking and though it should have made him inaccessible to the general crowd it suited him so thoroughly it seemed to only make him more him…

Silver supposed for a man in his late forties L-Thomas was a moderately attractive man. His blonde locks had some grey but for some reason they suit him. He has a ridiculously strong jaw - it shouldn’t look that good. He was so very tall - almost as tall as Vane had been (if he was ever once again in the Captain’s private circle he’d bring it up) and obviously strong. But so gentle and delicate in his movements like a dance, a performance. It was a shame the current fashion called for such tight breeches. Silver had tried not to notice but he had - Thomas was… well endowed. It wasn’t even a proportion thing - it was just… big. Those lips he really needed to stop biting, licking, when searching for the next word, next thought. And christ those eyes. So deep blue, so intense. And if Flint saw his soul Silver worried Thomas saw further than that - he could barely be in his pretense. Especially since he was usually with Flint.

The only thing worse than being in love with a man in love with a man that wasn’t him was realising he was deeply truly and completely falling in love with the same man. Silver truly hated Thomas because if he’d known him otherwise he’d have loved him totally and completely but he didn’t know if he had any place or any right to even want Thomas…. Especially since he still wanted and loved Flint. Fuck he should have just got him books. Well only books.

***

A few days of avoiding Flint and the Lordling later Silver found himself cornered by that self-same former Lord - Thomas.

“I want to thank you John,” he said, crowding him against a wall.

“You did already,” he gasped, “the day you arrived,”

“Oh not for my rescue from that plantation, or indeed what your men did to it, but for what arrived at James and Miranda’s former home yesterday,” Silver doesn’t speak. “The books. Quite the present. We’re both biblophiles. It was clever of you to bring the collection from the plantation to here - honestly this island needs a proper library.”

Silver quirks an eyebrow at that. Thomas sighs.

“You are exhausting. Almost as much as James.” Thomas stares at his hands, fiddling with them, “I think you need to come by the house.” Silver opens his mouth to object, “It's the Christmas season even if the Caribbean doesn’t fit the official ideal of the season and friends visiting during this time is traditional.” Thomas flicks his eyes up to him and its impossible, he’s taller than him but suddenly he’s looking so much smaller than him. “Please can you come to the house? For supper? Tonight? Say yes.”

Thomas fixes him with that intense stare and he is lost, “Yes. I’ll come.”

Thomas smiles as brilliantly as the sun and Silver finds he can’t remember why this is a bad idea.

***

It's a long trek to the home that had previously been Flint and Mrs. Barlow’s home. But Silver endures it. He arrives just as dusk is falling and taps on the door.

“Quartermaster,” breathes Thomas, “I believe that’s your official title? Dear John,” he throws the door open wide, “do come in.”

Silver enters gingerly. But there is no one else in the immediate area except Thomas placing the last few finishing touches to the table and occasionally stirring at the supper on the fire.

“Would you excuse me for a moment? The water pail is empty and that won’t do for our needs tonight.”

“Of course. Do you need me to do anything?” Silver says as he removes his coat.

“Not really. Perhaps keep half an eye on the pot. But its unlikely to need any help - its pretty much done.”

Thomas ducked out of the door dragging a coat over him as he went.

Silver wandered over to the pot of stew and gave it a half-hearted poke knowing he’d likely do as bad as good in doing so.

“What The Fuck Are You Doing Here?” That deep and strong voice was unmistakable.

“I was invited.” says Silver simply. “By your paramour. Apparently as thanks for the books from the plantation.”

Flint ducks his head at that. “Yes. Thank you. God knows what we would have done if Thomas had only my tiny collection to sustain him. I shall still need to expand the number of books on this island if I’m to feed his need.” Flint’s eyes flick once more to Silver’s face and stay there boring into him as before. “Why are you here?”

“Because I was invited,” replies Silver tiredly, “and it was nice to be wanted.”

Flint’s face hardens. “You believe you are unwanted?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Silver snaps. “Since he returned I have seen nothing of you!” Silver looks at the floor, “And that’s fine. You were his truest love it makes sense he is yours. And I knew it. When I brought him here I knew I’d lose you to him. It shouldn’t hurt but it does.” A tear escapes and rolls down his cheek, “And worse than that I…. I think… no I know I love him too. He’s… he’s just… he’s so… I shouldn’t. Even more than you I know he’s bad for me but I…” Silver wipes his face, “It’s fine. It’s my problem. Tell him I got sick. I’ll go back to The Walrus and leave you guys to your happiness…”

Silver is grabbed from his attempt towards the door and turned hand to cheek towards Flint, “Do you think me so an inconstant lover, partner, that the return of Thomas would mean I would no longer have no feeling for you? Have I been so bad a lover, partner that you think I have no true feelings for you? Silver, John… Do you not know how much I loved you? Love you? And love you all the more because of what you gave me? How can you think you can give me something I believed no one was capable of giving me and think I’d love you less because of that?”

Silver desperately searches Flint’s face for any signs of lies and finds none. Only desperation, sadness, love and hope…. Silver sags and finds strong hands keeping him upright.

“I’m sorry,” whispers Silver, “I thought… I thought-”

What Silver thought was cut off as Flint brought his lips gently to Silver’s in a questioning kiss. Silver pressed back desperately - god how he’d missed this man. Missed the simple touches that sent such fire through his veins. And now with the confirmation that his devotion, his love, was not one-sided, that even the return of this great love of his past could not change his feelings for him, the fire was not just a burn of passion but the glow of a warm fireside. Silver happily sank into Flint the kiss just beginning to be greedy when-

“Finally,” Silver practically jumped a foot backwards at the sound of Thomas’ voice behind him but was prevented from fleeing by the strong embrace of his captain, his lover, who only allowed him enough movement to turn towards Thomas. “I thought I might have to tie you together in room overnight to get the pair of you to talk to one another. I had truly feared we would be here until the next Christmas period.”

Silver’s blood thumped in his ears but Thomas was smiling, his eyes intent on he and Flint still loosely in an embrace with Flint flush against his back and thumbs rubbing lightly against his stomach.

Thomas moved with ridiculous grace towards them, something that could only have been taught from birth, yet the approach had an edge to it. He’s stalking towards me came the thought out of nowhere and now thought it was clear this was what Thomas was doing. He stopped just short of actually touching Silver but close enough he could feel each breath exhaled, those deep blue eyes hypnotising in their intensity. He was studying Silver, searching for some answer and apparently found it as he closed the final distance between them with a hand to his cheek and a gentle but thorough kiss.

Silver wanted to touch, wanted to put his hands on Thomas, but his body seemed unwilling to obey - honestly the force and shock of that kiss had Silver sure he would have been on the floor but for the men holding up close and sure between them. Perhaps they knew just how deeply affected he was by this moment - had they struggled to keep the Earth beneath their feet the first time they had kissed too?

Slowly Thomas drew back and once more pinned Silver with his gaze. “From the moment I heard the name of my rescuerer I was curious. Who would go to such trouble for an apparent stranger? Have the resources to send men so far on so little information and with such loyalty and devotion? And then I saw you - saw how James looked at you - and I knew I had met a man I would have to know much better.” a pause, “Intimately.” There was that mischievous look again. “You have said I have thanked you already but I feel my thanks have been rather insufficient. After all when I was on that plantation I had often said I would get on my knees before the person who would free me from that awful place,” Thomas hands were now at Silver’s breeches, “Your exceptional beauty makes what would have been a simple benediction a true pleasure.”

Gaze locked on Silver Thomas opened and slid down his breeches before sliding down in turn all the time his eyes on him. Flint’s hands too were busy seeing to Silver’s shirt and in confusion Silver turned to him for an answer only find himself drawn into another deep kiss of passion.

A shift yet deft stroke of his member brought Silver’s attention once more to Thomas and, definitely no mistaking it now, he was smirking, “Definitely Long John Silver.”

Silver didn’t bother to hide the eyeroll, “That ridiculous nickname was given with regards to my memory. I promise you the man who came up with it wouldn’t have-” he broke off with an inelegant and incoherent noise as Thomas’ talented mouth joined his hand on his cock.

And what a sight Thomas was on his knees, those lovely smirking lips sucking lightly at his head as the agile fingers of one hand teased and stroked. Silver was sure he would have sunk to the floor himself had it hadn’t been for Thomas’ remaining had pinning him in place against Flint. Flint for his part had found his way to Silver’s nipples and was caressing them in a way that was frankly distracting - and that was nothing to what his lips were busy doing to Silver’s neck.

It was Thomas suddenly swallowing his length down that spurned Silver to motion. With a wail, eyes closed, he brought a hand to each man’s head, fingers digging in and grabbing handfuls of hair, desperately needing something to anchor himself in the moment.

Silver opened his eyes briefly as Flint’s lips left his neck only for them to close again as Flint captured his mouth in a possessive kiss, moaning, his own condition being made apparent by the hardening length at Silver’s back.

It was too much. Thomas’ mouth insistent at him, swallowing him deeply now before withdrawing to the tip before engulfing him once more, his fingers at his hips no doubt leaving marks, Flint’s fingers pinching at his nipples and exploring his chest in turn, mouth never leaving his skin, pressing desperate kisses and nips everywhere they touched. Silver pulled strongly at Thomas’ hair in warning but succeeded in only causing that maddening man to suck all the harder. With a strangled and broken noise Silver came gasping into Flint’s mouth, kept from the floor only by his two lovers holding him steady in the moment.

Silver came back to himself as Thomas stood once more before him reaching towards James as James leaned towards him. They shared a scorching kiss over Silver’s shoulder as he stared still floating in his orgasm haze. James licked his lips wickedly as they parted, Silver groaned as his body tried valiantly to stir once more back into action despite the short respite it had had.

“I should have guessed you’d be a noisy one,” murmured Thomas into his hair, nuzzling slightly.

“Oh I can assure you he hasn’t even begun to be noisy Thomas. You should hear him once he really gets going,” James once more attached that damned mouth to Silver’s neck and whatever smart remark had been playing round Silver’s mind slipped away.

“Perhaps relocation to the bedroom would be in order, hmm?” suggested Thomas as he took Silver’s hands and began walking backwards.

A single step on his left leg though had Silver nearly pitching forward in pain. Bloody leg. Luckily with the hands of both men on him he was kept mostly steady. Thomas quickly once more bent to remove his breeches completely hesitating at the buckles holding his iron peg in place.

“Please don’t,” Silver said. “I don’t… I’ll do it.”

Thomas stood and pressed a kiss to Silver’s lips before retreating to the bedroom, throwing heated looks over his shoulder at the two men still left.

Silver looked down and awkwardly began to bend to remove his peg when Flint’s hands stopped him. “We once agreed pride should not be an issue between us. I hope that hasn’t changed. Let me help… let me care for you, John.”

Overcome Silver could only nod and steady himself on Flint’s shoulder as he moved to remove the peg. As it came away Flint grasped it firmly before sweeping Silver into his arms, the strength of his captain always a surprise but one that in this instance felt safe and warm as Flint carried him through the house towards the bedroom.

Silver got rid of what remained his clothing as he was carried, feeling impatient all of a sudden to return to the heated moment that had shared only moments before. Upon entering they found Thomas already disrobed and waiting for them on the bed - for all those clothes show they hide even more Silver couldn’t decide where to look first he really his so large all over.

As he was deposited on the bed by James he was taken quickly into Thomas’ embrace fingers threading into Silver’s curls and face guided into a deep kiss. Thomas broke the kiss rubbing his nose against Silver’s and nodding at him to turn to look behind him. James was undressing, somewhat subconsciously, a light flush about his face.

“Doesn’t he look divine John,” stated Thomas, somewhat louder than was perhaps necessary to reach John who was skin to skin to him and obviously aimed at James as much as him, “I should have an issue with his shyness of his form if that blush didn’t improve the view for the better.”

A deeper red flooded James’ skin even as he glared and Thomas huffed a laugh into Silver’s hair. That blush really did look wonderful on James skin - even if it made his freckles harder to see from a distance. Really all that meant was they had to get closer.

James finally naked as the day he was born quickly joined them on the bed and went to Silver’s arms kissing him gently, “I’ve missed you.”

Silver smiled, “You’ve not been lacking in company surely, especially here?” Silver stroked a hand down Thomas’ thigh purposely avoiding his considerable length, “and such grand company to boot.”

Thomas caught his hand bringing it to his lips, “Your lack of presence was felt all the same. I much prefer this solid and stunning version of you in our bed rather than the ghostly version of you that has been hovering unseen ever since I returned.” Thomas kissed him hungrily hand returning to Silver and stroking, “Besides this is something James would miss terribly.”

James groaned, “I should have known allowing you two to converse would be dangerous. Enough talking about your cocks already. Action is what needed here gentlemen.”

“Oh so forceful James. Or is this Flint?” Thomas said teasingly.

Silver snorts. “It’s James. Flint is never this talkative-”

Silver broke off with a shout as James engulfed him to his root sucking strongly causing Silver to harden once more.

Flint smiled his sharklike smile at Silver, “Thank fuck you’re young. I have truly missed this,” Flint teasingly stroked, “especially riding it. And after Thomas thanked you so thoroughly I was worried I wouldn’t get the chance.”

Flint’s other hand, streaked with oil, quickly coated Silver’s cock and then Flint immediately sunk down - Oh god Thomas must have fucked him only shortly before I arrived. Bastard planned this. Silver could only groan his pleasure at the warm heat surrounding him. He had missed this - missed James.

For a moment James simply sat there before he slowly began to grind down on Silver, hands coming to the headboard for support, shifting, fucking himself, slowly a look of pure bliss on his face, Silver brought his hands to Flint’s hips needing to touch him while he looked so beautiful, so free. Thomas for his part was watching James too.

“He looks wonderful sat on your cock, John.” came Thomas’ voice near his ear. “He could come just like that. Slowly fucking himself on you until he came. You wouldn’t though - he’d make sure he’d get another ride before you came again.” Thomas’ hands were wandering Silver with purpose now, “But I imagine you know this. He will take charge if you don’t. Perhaps you should do something about that.” he finished with a nip to his ear.

Silver decided to take the hint and began to push up into Flint causing them both to make obscene noises. While Flint was briefly distracted by this Silver surged forwards and now James was below him hands grasping John’s shoulders for purchase and eyes urging him to move. Which Silver happily did.

Silver had barely made two thrusts when he let out a moan that had little to do with James and everything to do with the tongue now working its way into him. Silver grabbed at the hand on his hips and squeezed and both his thrusts and the ministrations of Thomas’ tongue began in earnest.

It was just as well he had come already as the duel pleasure of Flint surrounding him and Thomas’ tongue invading him had would have made this whole venture over far too quickly. It was offered a slight respite when Thomas’ length replaced his tongue - god that man was huge. But Silver had always adjusted quickly and now he had Flint surrounding him and Thomas filling him he wasn’t long before they were moving together all hell bent on the same course. Silver had stopped trying to guess which hand was whose and only knew which lips by the angle and beard as he rode his pleasure fucking and being fucked by these truly astounding men he had fallen for. It was beautiful and perfect and a tragedy it couldn’t last forever. When Silver came back to himself he was cleaned and between his men being nuzzled and cuddled and just plain cared for.

Thoroughly sated and curled between his lovers Silver was happily planning on falling into happy lustful dreams when he felt Thomas stirring at his side.

“He wouldn’t have what?”

“What?”

“The man who gave you your nickname? He wouldn’t have what?” Thomas’ fingers trailed idly across Silver’s chest. “You were in the middle of saying something about it before we distracted you.”

Silver gave a snort, “You’re lucky I have the good memory he named me for - anyone else would have had that thought and a good many others fucked from them by the two of you.” He turned onto his back to look at Thomas, “I was about to say, ‘he wouldn’t have realised the sexual connotations of that nickname. He certainly had no knowledge I was long in something other than memory - and I doubt the fact would have registered for him if he had.” Thomas looked puzzled so Silver continued, “The man was known as Billy Bones here. He had been boatswain and quartermaster, among other things, on mine and Flint’s crew and in all the years I knew him I never knew him to have a sexual impulse - at least not an obvious one. He didn’t even seem to realise James fancied him rotten,” a dig was delivered to Silver’s side, “Well you did.”

“Never did a thing about his attraction I presume?” came Thomas’ not quite question as he threw a slightly exasperated look in James’ direction.

“You know him well enough to know the answer to that. Honestly if I hadn’t had made that first move our attraction would have gone unexplored also.” Thomas smirked knowingly at that, “You too?”

“Absolutely. Miranda too. Left to James none of it would have ever happened.”

“It wouldn’t have been appropriate to bed Billy, even if he had been interested himself,” growled James, clearly not keen on the direction this conversation was taking, “He was very young [“and how old is John, darling?”] and he was all but a son to my quartermaster at the time. It all would have been too complicated - also why I didn’t begin anything with John, among other reasons,” Flint shot Silver a look while Thomas laughed so he’d told him all that too, “but Silver was very… persuasive.”

“Perhaps if you had bedded him you would have had an easier time with him. Did it not frustrate you to know he had an attraction to a foe that perhaps he could have turned into an ally in such a way?” Thomas asked Silver.

“Oh that wasn’t Billy! If I’d have wanted to maneuver him into that sort of an arrangement I would have sent him in the direction of-” the name Vane was kept from being spoken by James’ very insistent lips, pressing him back into the bed and hands moving to clearly with the intention of ending this conversation immediately.

Oh well - I doubt Thomas will remember to ask about this as well.

Christmas Eve

Silver returned from the cliffs just in time for the sun to begin setting. Entering their shared home Silver narrowed avoided hitting his head on one of the lower hanging kissing boughs (“So you can easily reach them, dear”) and reached into the heavily scented greenery to retrieve a sprig of mistletoe bearing two berries.

Silver glanced around him happily taking in the various evergreen decorations that had appeared in their home earlier this morning including the hazel strewn yule log burning merrily away despite the entire lack of cold within. Silver wandered over first to Thomas with his sprig receiving a slightly distracted kiss in return so lost was he in his book before turning to the hearth working full capacity on the goose and the other components that would make up their Christmas feast that evening where a somewhat frazzled James was working.

Undaunted by James’ mild glare Silver held his mistletoe high and received a somewhat grumpy kiss in return.

“I see you have arrived just in time to avoid working due to spiritual reasons,” James groused poking seemingly randomly at the food cooking before him.

It was true, he was shortly to light the menorah after which all work was forbidden for an hour afterwards, but Silver hardly thought this mattered.

“You won’t let me cook remember?” Silver smirked happily, “Don’t trust me to poison everyone with ‘my entire lack of ability ‘.” he quoted and both he and James looked over at the snort from Thomas.

“You did rather shoot yourself in the foot with that story about the pig, darling,” Thomas said eyes still firmly on the pages before him. “You can’t take it or the comment about “where ever did you learn to cook?” back just because you’ve backed yourself into a corner for the Christmas feast.”

Flint did glare at that comment, “I didn’t invite half the island here for dinner either.”

Thomas does look up at that comment, “Four extra people is hardly half the island, James. And feasts with friends and neighbours are part of Christmas. Just because you don’t like people doesn’t mean I won’t be inviting them over.” Thomas returns to his book. “Besides Max et al are hosting Boxing Day and Madi is overseeing the 12th night celebrations so don’t be a grump.”

James huffed and returned to his hearth muttering about inviting former enemies into his home under the guise of celebrating as Silver wandered over to the menorah in the windowsill.

Night had fallen and Silver reached for the shamash* and began murmuring the half-remembered blessings as he lit the first three candles. Silver wished he could be sure the words were right but after so many years he had only dim memories to guide him but he was sure the effort was worth something - if only to the memory of those long gone.

As Silver finished intoning the blessings and left the candles to burn Flint spoke up again, “This will be able to be left to its own devices in an hour - and there’ll be space if you…?”

“Of course,” Silver smiled over at the blushing captain prepared to agree it was the heat that made him so pink if questioned.

Ever since he’d dared to cook and prepare the latkes Flint had become addicted. Even If the blessings had been only half remembered the method of making latkes had stuck. As did the flashes of long dark curly hair and eyes like his smiling down at him from seemingly ridiculous heights. Silver shook his head to remove them - the past still wasn’t his friend but some parts he was trying to allow to come back to him.

Silver began to walk over to Thomas only for Flint’s voice to stop him, “On the table. It’s for you. It’s late. I’m sorry. My delivery men were not as efficient as yours.”

James was definitely blushing now. All the heat in the world wouldn’t have caused that familiar deep red that travelled down his neck and (though it wasn’t showing now) far beyond. Silver went to the table and found a box decorated lightly with evergreen and holly. He opened it to find a beautifully tooled hardback entitled Les Mille et une nuits. Silver excitedly turned to the flyleaf page and read the carefully inscribed message:

To my real-life Shahrazad,

You need never fear the dawn

Your James

Silver’s eyes flicked to the back of the determinedly not looking at him Captain. That colour was never going to fade now. Silver made his way over in any case and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“You remembered?” He was staring intently at the goose now, “I love it. Late or not.”

As Silver turned to go he was grabbed back for a deep kiss and nuzzle. Before a swift smack was delivered to his backside. “Now shoo. Go bother Thomas and leave me to cook.” But James was smiling shyly as he turned back to the fire.

Silver for once didn’t argue and turned to join Thomas on his perch. “Whatever did he get you? He absolutely refused to allow me to see it.” Silver showed happily passed the volume to Thomas, “Ohh and one I haven’t read.” Thomas flicked it open. “Shahrazad?”

“Married to a blood-thirsty, tyrant king with a dawn death sentence over her head Shahrazad avoided her fate by telling elaborate and neverending stories.” Thomas looked over with amusement at James but he was still not looking and not listening at all. “And the book is the stories she tells all filled with people outsmarting powerful curses and getting themselves in and out of trouble almost in the same breath.”

“How very you! You read French?” Thomas queried.

“I do. Not as well as I did. And I didn’t read the book originally in French.” Silver leaned his head on Thomas’ shoulder, “Can you read it well enough to translate? I don’t believe our dear captain has much French.”

A soft, sad smile played across Thomas’ face and Silver realised he had managed to remind Thomas once again of Miranda. He wondered at what it was he had said and made a note to ask later as Thomas opened the book to the first page.

“I think I can manage dear… A long long time ago lived two kings who were brothers...”

Silver closed his eyes as the words of the familiar story washed over him along with the warmth and security that only came when he was with his loves. Silver had never expected when he decided to retrieve Thomas for Flint he would have resulted in Silver gaining such a precious thing - not Thomas though he was unique and wonderful of course - but a home. And Silver knew in his bones in a way he had never known before he would never be wanting for one again.

***

Okay so some notes on the story:

-First off I am a total goyim. I researched how one goes about celebrating Hanukkah on a Jewish website but if I got any details wrong its my fault and no offense intended. On that note the shamash is the ninth candle of the menorah - the “helper” candle used to light the other candles since you are not supposed to use the other candles in anything but worship. Latkes are a kind of potato pancake treat made during this period. Silver is lighting the 3rd candle because Hanukkah begins apparently on Dec 22nd.

-So in Georgian times Christmas gifts were exchanged on St. Nicholas’ Day, the 6th of December, which was the start of the Christmas season in this period - which is why Silver was so keen to have Thomas there on that date. Twelfth night was (and as far as I know still is) Jan 6 - which is the ending of the season celebrated by a very large feast and party. Madi is going to be busy.

-Evergreens and greenery were part of decoration for the celebration of Christmas but it was considered bad luck to bring it into the house before Christmas Eve. The Yule log was also retrieved on Christmas Eve and decorated with Hazel plants before being set alight and left as such for as long as possible during the season. A small piece of it was kept back to light the following years one.

-I totally stole the idea of Les Mille et une nuits being a favoured book of Silver’s from another fic - though which I can’t remember at the moment so sorry if its yours! - because it is so perfect for him. But it is a bit anachronistic - technically speaking it wasn’t translated into French until between 1704-1717 - by which time Silver was already on Nassau and probably didn’t have time for casual reading so to make it something he could have read when he was younger I’ve had him claim he read it in a different language. His vague background sort of makes it possible - but I can’t claim I know for certain Silver would have known Arabic!

-That post going round where a guy pins a guy to wall and the wall is another guy? Yeah this was my attempt at that. Hope it worked for everyone!

-Sorry for the need for extra notes - I’m a former History student with a degree and a big geek besides.

Hope you enjoyed it and a very happy holidays to all!

#blacksailsgiftexchange #@bisexualpirateheart #Silverflint #Silverflinthamilton #I hope you guys like this and it doesn't come off as a lot of waffle #I think it'll be easier to read on AO3 - my blog is a pain for reading small text

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Greenhorn Prometheus Chapter 3 - FINALE

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Here's the final installment of these mad science shenanigans. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 3: Breakaway

The next morning, in a quiet backyard, a young girl was picking flowers, singing quietly to herself. Suddenly a tall shadow loomed over her. ~Mmmmmmm.~ --------------- Within the house the backyard belonged to, a man was boarding up the windows. "If a monster is loose, the boards have to be tight," he said. He turned to his wife. "Good thing you put Sadie to bed." "But I was ironing clothes!" said the wife. "I asked you to put her to bed!" The two just kind of. Stared at each other. As people are wont to do when they make a mutual huge mistake. ------ The Mewtwo was now gently picking flowers with the girl, albeit with her psychic powers rather than her fingers. The two started picking petals off and dropping them in a well. "Now blow a kiss and say bye-bye!" said the girl. The Mewtwo pantomimed a kiss and dropped a flower stem down the well. "All gone!" said the girl. "Now what do we throw in?" The Mewtwo looked at the girl. Then at the well. Then presumably somehow in the direction of this very narrator. -------------- The wife and husband were now panicking. "She must have been in the bathroom," said the husband. "But I didn't look upstairs!" said the wife. "I thought you did!" "You didn't... look... upstairs..." The two immediately rushed up. -------------- The little girl and the Mewtwo were now at a seesaw. "Sit down!" said the girl, on one end of the seesaw. The Mewtwo pawed at the seesaw. "Sit. Down!" said the girl again. The Mewtwo plonked down onto the seesaw with tremendous force, flinging the girl upward, through an open window, and onto her bed. Her parents entered the room and gave a mutual sigh of relief. ----------------- In a small house on Kanto Route 16, a certain Mr. Dazzling was alone, in a corner, pondering. "A visitor is all I ask... A temporary companion to help me pass a few short hours in my lonely life." The door was promptly bust down by a certain Mewtwo. ~Aaagh!~ "Oh! Thank you, Mew, thank you!" He wandered over to the door to greet the Mewtwo. "What sort of Pokemon are you?" he said. "...I forget. I'm Mr. Dazzling, what's your name?" ~Mmmmmm.~ "I didn't get that." ~Mmmmmmm.~ "Forgive me, I didn't realize you were mute... But how does a nice bowl of soup sound to you?" ~Mmmmmmmmm.~ Mr. Dazzling led the Mewtwo over to a table. "I know how it feels to be cold and lonely and in need of a helping hand. Here's your soup!" He poured a ladle of hot soup straight into the Mewtwo's lap, causing her to let out a psychic yell. "...Whoops," said Mr. Dazzling, "forgot the bowl." He quickly fetches a bottle of wine, which the Mewtwo was careful to pour herself. As she was about to drink it, however, Mr. Dazzling interrupted her. "Wait! A toast... To friendship." The metal cup he was holding instantly shattered the Mewtwo's wine glass upon a forceful toast, causing the Mewtwo to stare in shock. "Whoopsie. I'll clean that up..." As he bent over however, he knocked over several candles on the table, causing them to fall right onto Mewtwo. This sent the Mewtwo into a panic, causing her to let out a psychic yell, bust another door down, and flee. "Wait!" said Mr. Dazzling. "Don't go! I was gonna make espresso!" ---------------- Alone, the Mewtwo wandered the dark streets, letting out psychic moans of discontent. Suddenly, however, she heard music. Familiar music. Sweet, sweet music. She followed it, drifted toward it, until she reached a man in baggy clothing and a hat playing a violin. She drifted idly in front of him, pawing the air, until the man yelled. "The sedative! Now!" The Mewtwo was suddenly hit by a psychically-propelled dart. Before she could react, she slumped down with a thud... landing directly on Colress. "She's out!" said the man, revealing himself to be Silver. "Oog... Believe me, I can tell," said Colress. ------- Back in the lab, the Mewtwo was fast asleep in a room. Waiting outside were Silver, Sabrina, Colress, and Agatha. "What are we going to do?" said Colress. Silver sighed. "I've got to go in there." ~And get yourself killed?~ said Sabrina. "Don't you understand?" said Silver with a scowl. "She's afraid. If I can make her less afraid maybe we can get somewhere." He turned to the others. "No matter how much I beg and scream, don't let me out of there." ~You mean the old movie cliche that never works?~ said Sabrina, "...Yes but I mean it." said Silver. "Good luck dear," said Agatha. "Nice working with you," said Colress. Silver entered the room. Agatha locked the door. Silver approached the sleeping Mewtwo, shaking. He stopped as the Mewtwo's eyes snapped open. He bolted for the door as the Mewtwo's eyes glowed and she sat up with a psychic scream. "Let me out let me out pretty please with a Cheri Berry on top." The Mewtwo began floating over her bed, glowing eyes locked on Silver. Silver rattled the doorknob. "What the hell guys I was being sarcastic earlier of course I don't buy into that cliche now let me the fuck out." The Mewtwo floated closer. On the other side of the door Colress moved to open it only to be blocked by Agatha. Sabrina had somehow procured a bucket of popcorn. "Open the motherfucking door or I'll let this Mewtwo explode your brains too!" The Mewtwo was almost upon him. "...Damn it." The Mewtwo loomed above him, eyes like tiny purple suns. "...Wait." said Silver. "I know why you're mad. I'm sorry." The Mewtwo's eyes stopped glowing. She gave an inquisitive headtilt. "We... We didn't treat you right. And... And that's not right because... Because we're like your parents. And I'm like your dad. And I had a shitty dad and I don't want to perpetuate the cycle, you know? So... Yeah. I'm sorry. Sorry for everything." He sat down and put his head in his hands. The Mewtwo paused, eyed Silver inquisitively, before letting out a psychic purr and resting her head in Silver's lap. Silver uncovered his face and looked at her in awe. "I... I did it. I got through to her!" A strange look crossed his face. "Heh... I really did show up my old man... I created a beast that can do good!" ~Silver? Silver Altimira are you OK in there?~ said Sabrina. "It's not Altimira!" said Silver. "It's Altamura!" ------------- The night after, in a Viridian theatre, a show was about to start. Looker was in the audience, watching, waiting. Eventually a man with slicked-back hair and a red suit walked up on the stage, to much applause. "Ladies and gentlemen, nonbinary pals, tonight it is my, Mr. Contesta's, great privilege of introducing to you... A man whose family name was once both famous and infamous! I give you... Dr. Silver Altamura!" Silver walked onstage. There was no applause. "My fellow scientists!" There was a hiss. "I used to believe in stern scientific rules, much like the rest of you... But I found a way to go further beyond. Me and some associates rediscovered a particular way to reconfigure a Mew's genome." The crowd gave some hushed gasps and mutters. "Ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary pals may I present, for your intellectual and philosophical pleasure... Mewtwo TWO!" The curtains opened and the Mewtwo floated onto the stage. The crowd started panicking. "Wait, wait!" said Silver. "I've got her under control." He turned to the Mewtwo. "Walk!" The Mewtwo landed on the ground and walked forward with her feet. The crowd gasped. "Now backward!" The Mewtwo complied. "As you can see," said Silver. "She's still learning the basics. But once she does..." Colress came on stage and opened a device that projected a holographic image of the Mewtwo doing various tasks. "Her phenomenal psychic powers will allow her to do a variety of beneficial tasks." The hologram switched to the Mewtwo scanning a person's brain. "Detecting Alzheimer's and tumors..." The hologram switched to the Mewtwo levitating steel beams as people and Pokemon watched. "Helping with major construction projects..." The hologram switched to the Mewtwo evacuating a burning building. "And search and rescue! And there's doubtlessly countless mo-" It was then the Mewtwo noticed the fire in the hologram. She let out a psychic scream and threw an Aura Sphere at the hologram, which sailed onward as it crashed into the back of the theatre. Colress ducked as the crowd started screaming. "W-wait!" said Silver. "She just needs to be restabilized is a-" He was knocked down by a Psystrike as the Mewtwo roared telekinetically, hurling blasts of Psychic energy everywhere until a tranq dart hit her and caused her to slump over to the ground, unconscious. ---------- When the Mewtwo came to, she was locked in an Interpol containment unit. She could see people outside, watching warily. She did nothing. She could do nothing. ----------- Back at the lab, Silver was moping, as he is wont to do, Sabrina by his side. "I failed her... Lugia damn it I failed her." ~Maybe you shouldn't have shown her off while she was still unstable.~ "I thought she was stable! But it seems there's only one way to make her so..." ~And that would be?~ "DNA transfusion. If I can transfer the right genes to cope for the damaged Mew DNA... It'd take a dangerous amount of body fluids but it could work." ~But... If I'm reading this right that could kill you. I don't think that's necessary.~ "It's worth the risk." ~Alright, it's just...~ she sighed. "What is it?" "You know how I mentioned the Black Fog incident?" ~Yeah?~ ~The Black Fog is a notorious killer Haunter. Attacked me when I was a child. Killed some of my Pokemon. I was withdrawn and hostile for years since. Took meeting a much kinder Haunter to snap me out of it. But even since... I don't like losing people. I don't think you're that bad that I'd want to be rid of you forever.~ "I... I see. Thank you. I guess." ~Be careful OK?~ It was then that Agatha entered the room. "Silver! Your phone is buzzing!" Silver checked the phone once Agatha handed it to him. "...Oh shit. Kris is coming any minute!" ------------- At the door to the estate, Silver, Sabrina, and Colress stood as Kris walked up to them. "Kris!" said Silver. "You found us!" "Are you surprised?" said Kris, smirking. "And I see you've made some friends. I recognise Sabrina but who's the other guy?" "Colress, Pokemon power researcher, at your service!" "Charmed," said Kris. "What exactly are you guys doing here?" "Science!" said Colress. "Like we-" "Yes, science, but only mundane stuff," said Silver. "Can we take your bags?" ~On it,~ said Sabrina. The bags hovered in. Kris raised an eyebrow and followed them in. ---------------- The Mewtwo was still alone in her containment unit. Quiet. Seething. Until she heard a voice. "Humans are awful, aren't they?" The Mewtwo's head cocked, her psychic powers trying to scan for the source of the voice. "Oh don't worry about me. I'm here to help!" The containment pod started to open up. The Mewtwo looked around in confusion until the pod fully opened and she could see a strange, lanky human in skimpy clothing with long hair and glowing green eyes. "Don't mind the disguise, I needed it to get in here. Rest assured I'm not one of them. But hey you're free now!" The Mewtwo stared at the new visitor oddly. "In return for me freeing you... Get some revenge on those humans for me, okay? Benefits both me and you." The Mewtwo clenched her fists. "Good girl! Now let them have it." The Mewtwo flew up and busted through the ceiling as her visitor looked on and grinned. --------------- In Viridian City, a mob was forming. Crowds of people with torches and pitchforks and knives and cattle prods and all that had gathered in front of the town hall, yelling and chanting. Eventually Looker came out to address them. "Now hold on," said Looker. "Are you all sure this is a good idea?" Unfortunately he still had a cold. "What did he say?" said a townsperson. "I think he said this was a good idea!" said another. "Alright chums then let's do this!" said a third. They all stormed off. Looker sighed and headed after. -------------- Kris and Silver were busy unpacking her bags when Kris checked her phone. "Oh dear... Apparently there's a second Mewtwo on the loose." Silver froze. "Hold on, I'm trying to see who created the thi-" Silver grabbed the phone. "I already know, it was a Rocket remnant group." "...Really?" "Yeah! One that's really good with genetics!" Kris rolled her eyes. "Those assholes don't know when to quit." "Yeah, they sure don't," said Silver, sweating. "Have you noticed it's unusually hot in here?" "I kinda have actually," said Kris. "I think I'm gonna go on a walk." "Have fun!" said Silver. Once Kris left Silver slumped onto a chair and groaned. --------- Outside the estate, off in the woods, Kris wandered down a path, her Typhlosion at her side. Suddenly the Typhlosion's ears perked up and his back stiffened. "What is it, Jet?" she said. Suddenly a chill ran down her own spine as the Mewtwo emerged from the trees. "Jet! Flamethrower now!" Jet launched a Flamethrower in the direction of the Mewtwo. It barely phased her as she launched a Psystrike back, slamming Jet into a tree. Jet growled. "Thunderpunch!" said Kris. Jet roared and lunged at the Mewtwo with an electrified paw, only to be stopped by a barrier and sent sprawling by an Aura Sphere, unconscious. Kris quickly recalled her. "Okay, new plan... Raphael, it's on you!" She sent out a Togekiss, who chirped in shock at the sight of the Mewtwo. "Hit it into submission! Air Slash!" Raphael launched a blade of air at the Mewtwo, causing her to flinch and not move. "Again!" Raphael did it again, but this time the Mewtwo's eyes glowed and a powerful Psychic blast knocked the Togetic down to earth, unconscious. "G-Go Slice!" A Scizor was sent out, who looked at the Mewtwo, then back at Kris, then back at the Mewtwo before giving Kris a "really" look. Kris sighed. "Only one thing to do... Tactical retreat!" Kris and Slice ran. The Mewtwo zoomed after... And promptly stopped when music echoed through the air. "What..." Slice shrugged. The Mewtwo drifted in a trance toward the source of the noise. Kris and Slice followed. ------------------- At the estate, on the rooftop, Silver was playing an electric violin hooked up to some very large loudspeakers, maintained by Colress and watched by Sabrina. ~Are we sure this will work?~ said Sabrina. "It's worth a shot," said Silver, still playing. "Look!" said Colress. "She's coming back!" Indeed the Mewtwo was drifting out of the woods toward them, pawing the air and mewling psychically. "Yes, that's a girl... Come back, come back..." The Mewtwo floated over to Silver, looking at him with big wide eyes. "Yes... Relax..." The Mewtwo rested her head in her lap and purred. "We've done i-" He looked over the balcony to see Kris looking up at him in utter bewilderment. "...Oh." -------------- Back in the lab, the Mewtwo was strapped to a table. Colress and Sabrina were making preparations while Kris and Silver were arguing. "You made this thing?!" said Kris. "I wanted to use this old science for good! I didn't know it'd turn out like... Like this!" "You should have!" "I know!" "And now what are you doing?" "Using my body to do a DNA transfer." "When it could kill you both?" "Yes." "Fuck... Silver, what am I going to do with you?" ~I wonder the same thing,~ said Sabrina. "It's... It's the only way I can save her," said Silver. "All... Alright," said Kris. "Just... take care." "I will," said Silver. "Everything's ready!" said Colress. Silver sighed and strapped himself into a table next to the Mewtwo, a device connecting both their heads. Colress flipped a switch and electricity started crackling. Silver drifted into unconsciousness. "Okay, we'll need exactly fifteen minutes," said Colress. "No more, no less." The trio waited. "Two minutes." More waiting. "30 secon-" It was then the angry mob burst in the room, yelling and smashing everything they could. "Wait! No!" said Kris. ~All of you shut up we still need time!~ said Sabrina. Too late. They had unplugged Silver. They were getting ready to carry him off. ~Put that human down!~ said a feminine voice. The crowd turned. The Mewtwo rose from her table. ~I said, put that human down.~ The mob did. The Mewtwo floated to her feet, looking down at the crowd. Looker pushed his way through the others. "What is going on here?" said Looker. ~I am Mewtwo Two. I seek a more befitting name but that is what you can call me for now.~ "I see that," said Looker. Agatha peeked in the lab to look on. ~As long as I can remember, humans have hated me,~ said Mewtwo Two. ~They looked at my face and body and ran away in horror. In my loneliness I decided that if I could not inspire love, which was my dearest hope, I would instead cause fear.~ She looked at the unconscious Silver affectionately. ~And yet I live because this poor half-crazed genius has given me life. He alone held an image of me as something beautiful. And then when it would have been easy enough to stay out of danger he used his own body as a sacrifice to give me more stable DNA and a more stable mind.~ "Well then!" said Looker. "It seems like you won't be a problem for these folks. Good to know you're a friendly sort." Looker offered a handshake. Mewtwo Two returned it in kind. The crowd cheered. Agatha wiped away tears. "Oh Mary Louise..." ~Thank you,~ said Mewtwo Two. "You are entirely welcome," said Looker. He looked to Silver. "What about him?" It was that moment that Silver started opening his eyes. "Trashy... Man... Huh?" he opened his eyes fully. "...Did... Did we do it?" ~Yes,~ said Sabrina. ~We did.~ Silver staggered to his feet, having to be supported by Colress, and looked up at Mewtwo Two. "How are you doing?" Mewtwo Two smiled. ~Very well. Thanks dad.~ Silver smiled back. *** Epilogue Kris gazed over the bow of the cruise ship she was on, her Typhlosion looking out with her over the waves. Soon Sabrina, and Colress joined her. "Glad you guys could join me for this vacation." ~Trust me we needed it after all that,~ said Sabrina. "The fun doesn't stop for me!" said Colress. "After this I'm heading to Alola! Designed a labcoat for the hot weather even. I've got a big client there too..." "Sounds like fun. I know Red and his buddy Blue started a thing in Alola." She frowned. "Too bad Silver couldn't come... He said he had something to take care of." -------------- Blaine and Mewtwo One were standing together on the beach south of Fuschia, waiting. It was then Silver and Mewtwo Two arrived and Mewtwo One's eyes widened in shock. "Uh, hey! Mewtwo One, I know you're just back from Rhyme City and Ferrum and all that but... you have a sister! Or niece. I dunno." The two Mewtwo looked at each other, touched hands, sized each other up, then locked eyes and stared at each other in complete silence. "...What are they doing?" said Silver. "Having a mental conversation!" said Blaine. "It's a common Psychic-type thing." "Er yeah, right." said Silver. "But I thought it'd be good for them to meet." "You thought right kid," said Blane. He raised an eyebrow at Silver. "Say, you said you did a DNA transfer to stabilize her. Any side effects? "Well. aside from the empathic connection," said Silver, "a weird draw to certain types of music and also... Pyrophobia." It was at that point Blaine's Rapidash popped out of one of Blaine's Pokeballs and gave a neigh of greeting at Silver. At the sight of the Rapidash's fiery mane Silver screamed and ran off. Blaine just laughed. ------------- In a dark cave - though not THE Dark Cave, something squirmed. "Me damn it! It didn't work! But I have plans, other plans... I just need to pull all the right strings... Those two Mewtwo can still be of use." ----------------------- Agatha was relaxing with a cup of tea when there was a knock at the door. She got up to open it and gasped at the person on the other side. "Mary Lou!" "Please, call me Madame Boss, we're professionals. I heard my brat grandson finally did it." "He did! And I helped." "That's my girl." Madame Boss leaned over and kissed Agatha. Agatha swooned. The End Whew! This whole shebang has been a long time in the making. I originally conceived of this story a few years ago brainstorming how I could justify the existence of the infamous "femtwo" from the 16th Pokemon movie and some way, somehow, Young Frankenstein got thrown into the mix. I knew I had to do it on Halloween, but it took a while because I needed Splice Of Life to happen first and after that I needed a good block of time to just... write this ahead of time. But I did, and now it's all out in the wild. ...Which means I get to move on to another project. It's a bit of a silly symphony with a bit of mystery to it if I do say so myself. You'll see it tomorrow.

#pokemon #young frankenstein #halloween #greenhorn prometheus

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Marinette March Day 10 - Video Games

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The Girl Squad gets together for a sleepover. No boys allowed. This is a longer drabble, so I put most of it under a read more.

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“Marinette! One of your friends is here!” Her maman’s voice called up the stairs, interrupting a frantic bout of cleaning. She’d lost track of time and put it off until the last minute once again, but at least now her room looked presentable when (or if) the party moved upstairs.

“Coming!” With a few last minute adjustments, she raced down the stairs to see who had arrived first. When she saw her maman chatting away with Alya in the kitchen with her duffel bag, she shook her head with a smile. Who else would’ve showed up an hour early? Her best friend noticed her arrival and grinned.

“Hey, girl! You ready to party it up this weekend?” Alya held out her fist, which Marinette gladly bumped. Before she could respond, her maman cut in.

“Hopefully you’ll remind your friends not to ‘party it up’ too hard, right dear?”

Marinette gave her most winning smile. “Right, we’ll be on our best behavior.”

Her maman seemed dubious. “Even Alix?”

The smile became strained and uncertain. “Y-yes. I’ll do my best.”

With a kiss on her forehead, her maman replied, “That’s all I ask. Have fun, dear.”

Once she left the room, cup of tea in hand, Marinette turned back to Alya. “Did you bring everything you’ll need?”

“Relax, girl. I’m psyched and ready to go for this weekend-long slumber party.”

Doing her best to play the part of the unconvinced friend, Marinette crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow, though her grin gave her away. “So we aren’t going to have a repeat of last time?”

Alya threw her hands up. “Come on, girl! It was one time. What’s a midnight convenience store run between friends?”

They chatted until the sound of the front door opening drew their attention. Marinette rushed over to greet her guests, only to have Rose rushing to meet her at the same time.

“Marinette! I’m so happy to see you!” She collided with Marinette, ensnaring her in a hug. Over Rose’s head - the bubbly girl being one of few people Marinette was taller than - she saw Juleka give a small smile and a timid wave.

“Rose, Juleka! It’s great you could make it. Did you remember to bring everything?”

Rose nodded enthusiastically in way of response, while Juleka said while reaching into her bag, “We even brought games like you asked…”

“Hang on, don’t tell me what game you brought until everyone gets here. It met all the requirements, right?”

“Mhmm. It works on one of your consoles and we could theoretically do multiplayer on it. Or be fun to watch.”

“Awesome!” She lead her three guests into the living room. “We’ll be sleeping in here tonight since the bakery is closed on Sundays and we won’t have to worry about papa waking us up at four in the morning.”

“Sweet, there’s a little more space down here.” Alya sat down on the couch facing the TV. “Any clue when Mylene and Alix are supposed to arrive?”

Scrolling through her texts, Marinette replied, “Alix is going to be late-”

“-as usual-”

“-but Mylene should be showing up any minute now. Once she’s here we can make some snacks while we wait on Alix.”

Rose, seated next to Alya, bounced up and down on the couch. “And then we can start the gaming marathon!”

“Yup! I just hope we can get through all the games…”

“Don’t sweat it, girl!” Alya leaned back. “I was kinda hoping to play mine after everyone was gone anyway. It wouldn’t be that exciting for everyone, and it’d just get jumbled with too many people around. And it would take awhile to get through.”

She could already guess what Alya had brought, given what had been occupying her free time outside hanging out and her work on the Ladyblog. Before she could dwell on it too much, the door opened once again. Marinette went to get her, the others following shortly after.

“Hello!” Mylene waved with one hand while clutching the strap of her backpack with the other. “Everyone else here?”

“We’re waiting on Alix.” Marinette pointed out the way they came from. “You can drop your stuff off in the living room. We’re going to make some food while we wait.”

They had burned an hour cooking in the kitchen, doing their best to stay out of the way of her parents as they went about running the bakery. By the time the last guest arrived, it was midday and the bakery wasn’t going to be open for much longer anyway. Marinette crowded around the living room table as she considered this. It would probably be best to do Mecha Strike III first then, so papa would be less likely to interrupt for a challenge bout. She loved him to pieces, but maman and him seemed to enjoy butting in when she was trying to have friends over.

“Okay everyone. Pull out the game each of you brought and show it to the rest of us.” Marinette suited action to words by slapping down the Mecha Strike III case as though it was a gauntlet. The groans and grumbling she got from the rest of them was like music to her ears.

“We’re agreed that we’ll deal with Marinette trouncing us for as little as possible?” Alix looked around the table and the rest of the girl squad resolutely nodded back at her, like the judgement of a sage council.

“Oh come on! It isn’t that bad,” Marinette attempted to get their hopes up, secretly relishing the thought of dashing it against the ground.

“Max trained for a year and you tore him apart.”

“Well, duh. Fighting the AI only gets you so far!”

“Whatever, here’s my pick.” Alix tossed her game on top of Marinette’s - Grand Theft Auto. Somehow Marinette wasn’t surprised.

“That game doesn’t have split screen and it’s mostly just messing around. How does that fit the requirements?” Marinette crossed her arms over her chest, still slightly miffed from the resolute dismissal of her choice.

“Oh don’t worry about that, pigtails.” Alix smirked. “I have a plan.”

“Well… okay. Mylene?”

“I, uh, brought a Mario Party.” She began to get quieter as she rambled on. “I don’t have a lot of games and we play it a lot at my house so, I, uh… thought you guys might like it. I know it has a bit of a reputation as a friendship-ended, but still-”

“Chill, girl.” Alya patted her shoulder. “It’ll be fun losing to someone who isn’t Marinette for once.”

Marinette stuck her tongue out at Alya as Juleka gently sat her game, the remake of Resident Evil 2, on the table. When the rest of the girls looked to her for any kind of explanation or defense of it, she simply shrugged and said, “I liked it. Plus, not a lot of split screen horror games, you know? Have to take what I can.”

“Fair enough. What about you, Alya? Still playing those detective games?”

“Of course! Gotta keep my mind razor sharp if I’m going to unravel Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities.” The aspiring reporter shuffled in place, hands empty as she didn’t reach for her duffle bag. “It’s a computer game though, so I don’t have a physical copy. If you don’t mind, I’ll start downloading it now and we can play it tomorrow.”

“Sure. You know the password and everything so go ahead.” While Alya left the room, Marinette turned to the last member of the group. She never really gamed with Rose before, so she didn’t know what to expect. What she definitely didn’t expect was Dark Souls III. Yet, that was the game Rose was waving above her head excitedly. Her mind reeled for a moment before settling on something to say. “Uh, Rose? Isn’t that also single player? What is everyone else going to do?”

Juleka smiled as she put her arm on Rose’s shoulder. “Watching her get into the zone is something to behold.” Seeing the dubious expression on Marinette’s face only caused her grin to widen. “You’ll see.”

Leaving the matter at that, they settled into place to start their marathon. First up - Mecha Strike III.They were packed tightly on the couch, except for Alix and Rose who preferred the ground anyway. The latter leaned back against her girlfriend’s legs while playing, and the former kept scooting closer and closer to the television as the loses piled up. It only took an hour of easy victories for Marinette before they unanimously decided to not play it again for the rest of the night.

Next up was Grand Theft Auto V. While Alix clambered forward to switch out the games, she explained to them. “Here’s the plan - we’re each going to take turns at it. Our goal is to steal a tank.” She whipped back to look at them, a manic glint in her eyes. “Clearly, since I’m the best at this, I’ll go last to give you all a chance at it before I sweep in.” She brandished the controller. “Who wants first?”

After half an hour of a cycle of spawning, charging into a military base via ramping car, dying, and repeating like the world’s worst version of Valhalla, the controller finally ended up in Alix’s hands. She had spent the entire time smugly commenting on how each person messed up, detailing what they should have done. The next person would take that into account and fail at a completely different obstacle. With a knowing smirk, she turned to everyone else and said, “Now watch the master at work.”

The first step was to get a car, which everyone had accomplished in true GTA fashion by standing in the middle of the road and carjacking whoever stopped to avoid hitting them. Alix stepped onto the road boldly, an admirable start. Instead of slowing, however, she was hit full speed and sent flying by wonky physics. Immediately the screen turned black and white and the text ‘Wasted’ appeared on the screen as her character sailed through the air. There was a moment of stunned silence before everyone (sans Alix) absolutely lost it. She didn’t even look back to hand Marinette the controller, simply thrusting it behind her. After a few more rounds, Alix’s as unlucky as always, the person who ended up winning the challenge was none other than Rose. After a celebratory rampage, she closed the game and they were free to move on to Mario Party.

Looking back, Marinette couldn’t remember much about the two (or was it three?) matches they played, probably because each match had been about an hour long. The turns ran together after a while. They passed by in a blur of competitiveness, fully absorbed with the friendly and eventually not-so-friendly banter. At the end all she could say was that she didn’t win. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Mylene took that honor for at least one of the matches, having had the most practice with the minigames and the layout of the maps.

The change from Mario Party to Dark Souls was as sudden as it was jarring, trading bright, cheerful colors for the bleak wastes of a ruined kingdom. It didn’t take long for Marinette to figure out what Juleka had been talking about; immediately, Rose became hyper focused on the game as she laid in front of the television on her stomach, tongue sticking out in concentration as she deftly ducked and rolled away from enemy lunges. Marinette watched carefully, but the first time she saw Rose get hit was about an hour in, long after the fight with the first boss.

When she finally put down the controller, the only thing the rest of them could do was applaud.

Which left the last game of the day, Juleka’s horror game. Fitting, since by this point it was later in the evening, though not quite midnight. Marinette remembered even less of this game, at least partly because of how often she excused herself to the kitchen for any number of excuses - wanting everyone to have full drinks, extra snacks, stretch her legs, whatever she could do. Horror… not her favorite genre of movie or game.

At least I’m not alone, she thought while eating some cookies with Mylene in the kitchen. If the danger was real, it was much easier to handle for reasons even Marinette herself couldn’t wrap her head around. By the time they finally out of excuses, everyone was getting tired and they agreed to turn off the games and go to sleep in the living room. They managed it, even if Alix kept deliberately annoying everyone by asking random inane questions at all hours. Marinette could practically hear Alix’s smirk as she lobbed at pillow at her face. But eventually even Alix got tired and fell asleep, a fitting end to an eventful day.

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When Marinette managed to drag herself out of bed, two things became apparent - one, the sun was unfortunately up and preventing her from drifting back to sleep and two, everyone else was gone. It was this second fact that caused Marinette to actually get up rather than stay wrapped up on the floor for a little while longer.

“Hey, girl,” Alya quirked an eyebrow over her toast as Marinette walked into the kitchen. “Pleasant dreams, Sleeping Beauty?”

Deciding that the smell was delightful, Marinette elected to make herself some toast too. “Mhmm.” Once she had her breakfast in front of her, she asked, “Everybody else leave?”

“Yup! They’ve got early plans.” She winked. “But don’t worry, you won’t be getting rid of me that easily. We still have some investigative work to do, if you remember.”

Playing along, Marinette asked, “What’s the case?”

“‘Shadow At Water’s Edge.’”

“Sounds spooky. Thankfully, we can count on each other.” She swallowed the last of her toast and added, “Let’s get to it then. After you, detective.”

The two rushed upstairs, Marinette eager to continue her well deserved break in excellent company. It felt good take a break in fiction - reality was far too strange a place for her anyway.

#Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Alya Cesaire #Rose Lavillant #juleka couffaine #Alix Kubdel #Mylene Haprele #MarinetteMarch #ml fanfiction #my writing

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justanotherloveaffair · 6 years ago

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Moving Day (Chadwick x Reader One Shot)

Summary: Your crush, Chadwick and some friends help you move. He stays after everyone’s gone to “help” a bit more.

Warnings: smuuutttty smut NSFW. oral, a hint of dom!chadwick, also please practice safe sex cause my characters sure as hell don’t. they should, but they are naughty.

Word Count: 7,562 (its so long imsorry)

Author’s Note: I literally set out wanting to write a super long and detailed smut scene and that was about it. I think I spent every single night for the past week writing this in my spare hours. lol. It’s probably FULL OF ERRORS and I’m sorry. Hope you enjoy.

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“You know you don’t have to stay and help right?”

Chadwick placed his beer back on the counter, finding an inch of empty real estate that wasn’t already loaded with boxes and other miscellaneous moving junk, and began to roll his sleeves up his forearms.

“A promise is a promise.”

It was too much. The sight of your crush, sweaty from effort, determined to stick out the move-in process after all of your other friends had bailed for other commitments, made your stomach twist and you had to turn your back to him and sigh under your breath to rid yourself of the vision just so you could think straight.

In addition to being unbelievably gorgeous, he had pulled out all the stops that day to charm the pants off of you, unintentionally or not. Chadwick had been the first to show up, the first to volunteer for every difficult and awkward job like moving the sectional couch, and always with a smile or his ever-present contagious laugh that you could hear clearly no matter what room you were in.

One by one, the group splintered as people left for their Saturday evening plans, and as you thanked each one at the door, you wondered how much longer Chadwick planned to stay. He showed no signs of slowing down and had just as much boundless energy as he did first thing that morning when he showed up at your door, stunning you with his fresh-faced smile and carrying a cup of coffee.

You were impressed. Not that you’d doubted his ability to handle a full day of lifting and carrying furniture and boxes, given the amazing shape he kept himself in, but it still surprised you.

With a group of people around, the pull of attraction between you was like a soft electric hum in the background, lovely white noise that was pleasant and constant but something you could cover up with other distractions.

Alone, it became a loudspeaker with eight subwoofers and the music dialed up to 11.

You couldn’t concentrate on anything.

You were bent over awkwardly fiddling with a box, pulling at the cardboard top, just for something to do with your hands so you weren’t just standing there watching him in your kitchen. Part of you wanted him to leave because you weren’t sure you could control yourself if he stayed. Two years of friendship could be ruined in an instant and the thought of scaring him away was terrifying.

Chadwick appeared in your peripheral vision, leaning his long body against your bookshelf and eyeing you with amusement with the beer bottle between his lips and his arms crossed over his body. Lord, his arms. They had been ruining your concentration all day. Sculpted muscles bulging each time he carried something heavy. Flexing as they reached up to put books or dishes away on high shelves. His long fingers loaded up with multiple bags as if it were a competition to see how much he could carry with one hand. You had noticed every single detail and nearly walked into walls daydreaming about those hands on you.

You bet they could be both soft and rough. Hold you up against the wall. Slide in and out of your deepest places.

Chadwick coughed, making an obvious attempt to pull you from your thoughts and your vision drifted over to him as you floated back to reality. What were you doing again?

“Alright Y/N, where do you want me? Put me to work.”

You stared, your skin burning at his words while Chadwick glanced around the apartment. Most furniture was in place, except for two IKEA boxes containing your new bed. His gaze fell on the tall cardboard boxes leaning upright against the wall next to a queen mattress wrapped in plastic and he pointed with his beer bottle. “Want help with that?”

You had been dreading the task of assembling it yourself, and he noticed your features scrunch up with distaste and that decided it for him.

“Come on, let’s get it done. You gotta have a bed,” he shrugged as if there was no other choice.

You groaned, outwardly making it seem like a terrible idea even though you were just covering up your nervous feelings that working with him to put together the bed you wanted him to sleep with him on was giving you.

“Come on, it’s the last thing to do. I won’t leave until it’s done.” He crossed his arms, your protesting making him more determined than ever and it tossed your already nervous tummy through the tumble cycle.

Just let the man help you put your bed together, your brain was yelling at you. And then fuck him on it.

“Alright,” you nodded and Chadwick’s lips turned up in a grin of victory.

“Alright. Why don’t you put some music on, and I’ll get us some more beers.” Rubbing his hands, he set off towards the fridge and you turned away from him making an “oh my god” face at yourself. You picked up your phone and looked for something neutral to play, settling on an early J Cole album, which began just as Chadwick handed you a cold beer and gave you a panty-melting smile.

You took a long sip and set to work, starting by carrying the boxes into your new bedroom.

The apartment became quiet with conversation but deafening with stolen glances, contrived excuses to hover near each other, and secret admiring glimpses at each other’s bodies when the other wasn’t looking. You couldn’t help but notice his arms, the long slope of his shoulders, his fingers as they fiddled delicately with screws, making you imagine them on you instead.

The space you were working in seemed tiny and you couldn’t escape his body heat or the sound of his breathing no matter where you were. Once or twice, his fingers grazed yours on their way to pick up something and each time you flinched as if burned.

Putting the frame together seemed never ending but at the same time, you couldn’t bear for it to end. In two years you had never spent this much time alone together. You couldn’t remember him ever being this charming and sweet and you began to deliberately prolong the time it took to do each task and sensed he was doing the same.

An hour in, and you were still taking your sweet time and feeling a bit more relaxed from your second beer. Chadwick turned the music up, the loud beat loosening you up a little and you were even singing along a bit, bouncing your head and moving your hips as you worked, building up a sheen of sweat.

The bed was coming together. You had only to join the headboard to the sides, which required both of you to stand close as you kneeled below him, allen key in hand to tighten the screws. Once the frame was in place, he helped you pull out the heavy wooden slats and carried the bundle for you to unroll together over the metal. As you did, your shoulders grazed each other and neither of you attempted to move out of each others’ space.

When it was done, you stood up and wiped your sweaty forehead with a sigh.

“Almost done,” he said, standing next to you as you admired the result of an hours worth of effort. All that was missing was the mattress. You went over to it, wielding a pair of scissors to cut away the plastic and as you ran the sharp edge along it, satisfyingly parting it in two with little effort, you felt a pang of regret that your time with Chadwick was almost up. You were feeling selfish and didn’t want him to go, especially since you had no idea when you’d see him again.

You kicked the large plastic bag into the corner and at Chadwick’s nod, you both lifted the mattress the short distance over to its perfectly sized walnut-brown home, where it settled with a satisfying thud.

“Yay,” you cheered with a little subdued clap and Chadwick grinned over at you.

“Nice work.” He held out his palm to shake your hand and you returned it as coolly as you could, while inside you crumbled from the heat of his palm.

Now that he’d fulfilled his purpose there was really no reason for him to stick around, especially now that it was well into the evening and getting dark outside. It was on the tip of your tongue to ask him to stay and order pizza but the thought of saying the words out loud seemed too intimidating for your exhausted brain to attempt, so you took the easy route and said nothing.

Chadwick looked up from the bed towards you. “You got some sheets or blankets or something?”

It was a thinly veiled excuse to delay your goodbye by another ten minutes and you gratefully jumped on it. “Oh yeah,” you snapped your fingers, a smile coming to your face as you dumped a black garbage bag full of linens onto the floor.

Halfway through putting the fitted sheet over the bed you looked up at him, tugging and tucking the sheets into place, and imagined this was your shared bed you were making together. The thought hit you with an intense pang of want and frustration at yourself for being too chicken shit to ask him out and maybe make it real one day.

The pillows came next and then finally, the big, fluffy duvet that Chadwick threw in the air so that it sailed down onto the surface. He helped you loosely arrange the corners and smooth out the top.

Now, you were truly done. You stood at the foot of the bed and sucked in your breath slightly as Chadwick came to stand next to you, once again grazing your arm and shoulder with his as he stood close.

“Looks good,” he murmured, “but it’s missing something.”

Your froze wondering at his meaning, if he had intended to sound suggestive or was just referencing some missing throw pillows, and held your breath in the gap of silence that followed. The tension grew unbearably thick until Chadwick turned towards you and you felt a gentle touch of his hand on your cheek, shepherding your attention as if you were a terrified animal that would run away.

You let yourself be turned towards the furnace-fire look of pleading want in his nearly black orbs. There was no mistaking what he was about to do next.

The first taste of him was sweet. A pillowy soft meeting of lips in a faint whisper of a kiss, his touch and warm breath lingering afterwards with a tingle on your lips. Your eyes slowly opened, returning to his briefly before he kissed you again, more confidently this time and your hands came to gently rest against his chest, where you felt his wildly pounding heartbeat.

Chadwick was first to break the kiss. The earnest look in his eyes made your heart ache as he admitted, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.”

Nothing about the way he’d acted around you today should have made his admission a surprise, but even so, hearing him say it took your breath away.

“Me too,” you confessed and a surge of nerves made you want to hide your eyes from him.

Your hands were still pressed against his chest and Chadwick covered them, resolving your long-wondered question about how big they would look against your fingers and finding the answer made your stomach tighten.

“I wanna kiss you again. But…”

You were hanging by a thread, your mouth parted as time slowed for the continuation of his thought.

“We’re in a room with a bed and if we keep going I’ll be way too tempted to put you on it.”

Immediately your mind flashed with images that made you almost moan aloud. The way forward was now obvious to you. You knew it, he knew it, you both wanted it, but you needed him to hear it.

Your chin lifted up to look him squarely in the eyes and you took a bold flying leap into the void.

“So put me on it.”

Chadwick’s mouth opened slightly, and the reward for your boldness was to be given exactly what you wanted. You were in the air one moment and wrapped around his body the next for the short distance over to the bed.

Your brain was still processing everything, it was happening so fast and you resolved to focus only on the now. And right now, your back was making friends with the duvet while your front was being introduced to Chadwick in several places. Your mouth, trapped in his kiss, your clothed breast being squeezed under his palm, your pelvis grinding against the solid length in his pants. You tried to suppress your shocked moan when you felt him and couldn’t help but gasp against his lips.

He broke away, kissing your cheek instead and his fiery breath panted against your skin. “We going too fast?”

It was hard to think with his dick print still tightly pressed against your middle. You fought to clear your head. “Maybe a little, yeah,” you smiled. You had been acting like he was a melting ice cream cone you were rushing to lick before it disappeared, and there was no need. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“We can slow down,” he kissed your neck, unknowingly hitting the sensitive spot behind your ear and you heard his words right through your body.

He continued to press slow and deliberate kisses down your neck, making you pause and take a breath to focus on the warmth he left behind after each kiss. Your hand found the back of his head, loosely holding him but letting him guide the pace of his exploration down your body.

Just as you were starting to relax and melt into his unhurried pace, a loud ringing pierced through the room – your phone.

“Ah fuck, go away,” you cursed and Chadwick chuckled against your chest, his breath fanning the moist skin from his open mouthed kisses.

It kept ringing and you patiently waited for it to stop, but Chadwick didn’t let the disruption slow him down. He kept kissing your hot skin and began gathering the sides of your loose tank top to pull up your sides, revealing your stomach slowly.

A few seconds later, the ringtone chirped again and you propped yourself up on your elbows. “You think I should answer it?”

Hovering inches above you, he appeared to consider the possibility, and then shrugged one shoulder and lowered down to your stomach, his nose nudging the hemline of your tank upwards while you became absorbed again in the moment.

You heard a pounding knock on your door.

“The fuck?” You both shot up, looking at each other wide eyed before you hurried off the bed, tugging down your shirt while you rushed into the living room, almost tripping as your foot caught the edge of your rug and then righting yourself in time.

You peered through the peephole and saw your friend Penny, who had been there earlier that day helping you move.

You had no time to consider how the scene would look from her perspective as you opened the door to her, looking surprised and disheveled, while in the background, sporting an impressive tent in his pants, was Chadwick.

“Hi Penny! What’s up?” You answered in an overly enthusiastic, customer-servicey voice and felt immediate cringe at the embarrassed look on her face as she noticed Chadwick and realized her badly timed intrusion.

“Oh….. hey, Chadwick,” she waved politely, clearly making an effort to appear cool though her eyes were wide eyed with growing horror as she shrank in the doorway.

Eager to diffuse the tension, you jumped in with an explanation that had the exact opposite effect and halfway through you groaned inwardly.

“Chadwick was here helping me put the bed together.”

“…Oh. Okay.” Penny answered with a hint of a knowing smile and you could have died.

You held your hand against your cheek with your mouth hanging stupidly open, looking at her expectantly but at a loss for words and she came to your rescue.

“Sorry to bother you, but I think I left my purse here – do you mind checking the kitchen for me? I think that’s where I left it.” She played with her hands restlessly as she looked at you, pointedly avoiding Chadwick who had gone to fiddle with your music, which was still playing through the speakers.

“Oh yeah, of course!” Anxious to be taking action instead of just standing there, you started towards the kitchen and sure enough, you spotted her pink satchel sitting on the floor. Luck was on your side as you couldn’t have possibly handled the pain of a long search through your apartment while Penny and Chadwick made awkward small talk.

“Here you go,” you held it out to her and she sighed with obvious relief.

I’m so sorry, she mouthed sympathetically at you once she knew Chadwick was out of her line of sight and mimed firing a gun at her head, rolling her eyes at herself and you tried not to laugh.

“No trouble at all,” you said out loud, and your hand shot over your mouth to cover a laugh as Penny next mimed her finger going into a hole she made with her pointer finger and thumb while nodding her head suggestively and the moment Chadwick walked over she instantly returned to a neutral expression.

“Thanks again, good night guys,” she waved, smiling good-naturedly at you both and you knew you’d be getting a phone call first thing in the morning from Penny begging for details.

With the door closed, you looked at each other with an expression of mutual relief and as your eye contact continued Chadwick’s smile turned into a laugh and soon you were giggling along with him.

“He helped me put the bed together?” you scrunched up your face, groaning as you repeated your own words back with dismay which only set Chadwick off on another wave of laughter.

“Smooth,” he held up his palm for a high-five and when your hand clapped into his, he held it and used your joined fist to tug you against his body. You let yourself be pulled in and, both of you still laughing, he caught you in a one-armed hug as easily as if you’d been doing it for years.

Your laughter began to die down but you continued to hold each other, and it didn’t take long to feel the stirrings of arousal return.

You recognised some softly playing R&B drifting from the speakers, unmistakably chosen to evoke a certain mood and it was working.

His hands slipped around to your back and pressed you up against his chest as the mood once again turned heated and serious.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

Such a loaded question and so many ways to respond, you didn’t quite know how to take it at first as his eyes probed you with intensity before dropping to your mouth.

“What do you mean?”

Now you were staring at his lips as both of you seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“I want you to tell me, if you want me to stay.”

It was a simple question of consent and you gave it, wholeheartedly.

“Yes, I want you to stay.”

He didn’t respond with words but his grip found the back of your knees and without taking his eyes off of yours, he pulled you up his body until you had no choice but to lock around his waist as he started walking backwards to the bedroom.

“Chadwick,” you moaned on his lips and he kissed you passionately, absorbing your attention until the backs of your calves bumped against the bed.

You soon resumed your earlier position, with his fingertips tickling up your sides, taking the fabric of your tank with them but this time, he pushed past your ribcage and over the cups of your bra where he stopped and admired before lowering his head to kiss your cleavage. Without pausing his kisses, he reached around and you arched up towards him, making room for his hands to unhook your bra. The cups loosened and Chadwick leaned back to pull the straps gently down your arms.

As Chadwick devoured you with his eyes, you wondered if he had imagined this moment before, had ever gotten hard picturing your topless form, especially today with your loose top that did nothing to hide the bra underneath. When you’d put that bra on that morning, you never would have dreamed he’d be removing it in your bed later.

Chadwick’s mouth returned to your body and your skin tightened with goosebumps at the contrast of cool air with his hot tongue tasting your sensitive nipples, one at a time. His palms were so large one covered your breast entirely while his mouth worked on the other. He soon had you peppering your moans with curses, arching up against him and he seemed perfectly happy to be making you squirm.

“Chadwick,” you whined, wiggling your hips to get your message across which made him pause at your breast and look up at you.

“Is there a problem?” He smirked and dipped his mouth to you again, taking your nipple in his mouth once more and you groaned again.

“The problem is you aren’t inside me yet,” your mouth responded faster than your brain could think and a gentle bite on your nipple made you gasp.

“The more bratty you get the slower I get,” he warned, matching your snark with some of his own and the way he said it, you believed he was capable of it and maybe even more. The thought stoked that submissive part of your brain and you hoped you got the chance to find out if he had more than just a hint of a dominant side.

“You gon’ let me continue?” He blew on your nipple and your hands made fists in the duvet at his bossy tone.

“Shit, I guess,” you pouted, badly pretending to be annoyed but enjoying this little exchange and you smiled down at him playfully.

He flicked your nipple back and forth and sucked it in his mouth, the action hollowing out his cheeks, then let it go and blew on the hard pebble. “I’m doing this for you, you know.”

“Oh?” you replied weakly as his path changed, little kisses coursing down towards your belly button and you felt the tickle of his fingertips on your thighs creeping towards the bottom of your shorts.

“I’ll need you to be very, very wet,” his fingers clutched your shorts around the waist and began pulling them down along with your underwear, “Can you guess why?”

Words were being spoken but you could barely think past his grazing touch and the heat of his breath so close to your pussy.

“Uh….” your brain was shutting down at his question and the low, seductive tone of his voice as he said it. Realizing he was waiting for you, you whimpered, barely speaking above a whisper. “Please tell me.”

The last remnants of your clothing were being carefully removed from each of your ankles, as leisurely as ever, until you were totally naked. Chadwick shifted back between your legs that naturally parted for him and he kissed the top of your mound, his breath a scalding fog that rolled over your hyper-sensitive nerves.

He didn’t answer you but snickered in a small little secretive way, like he knew something you didn’t, and your mouth dropped open as your brain cells died one by one from the silky, wet feel of his hot mouth closing over your pussy.

The slide of his tongue between your folds made your hips rocket off the bed, where Chadwick was quick to wrap his forearm and press you down. He paused, hovering over you, building your anticipation for the next touch and studied your reaction. The pebbling of your nipples, your taut stomach undulating with movement, the rapid rise and fall of your breasts as you gasped. When he dipped to you again you were already moaning before he even touched you and Chadwick could barely hide his smile.

Once his slow, dragging, wet licks returned you were wondering what kind of magic he had in his tongue. Your body was rolling, your hips fighting against his arm to get closer to him and finding his strength to be a steel trap. Chadwick was on his own leisurely schedule and it was clear you were not to disrupt it, no matter how much you begged and whimpered.

The juicy sounds of his sucking and slurping of your flowing river drove you nearly mad. He dove his tongue into you and cleaned every last bit of your cream. He licked you up and down, his tongue flat and wide, and following with pointed, soft little flicks of your clit before repeating over and over, his rhythm not intended for you to get off but for him to enjoy exploring all of you. You could see how much he was loving this, his cheekbones pointed from his little smile.

So this is what this is supposed to feel like, you groaned. I don’t know who’s enjoying this more.

His hungry eyes were back on yours, and your breath hitched at the erotic vision between your legs. While you were focused on him, he tentatively licked your folds and you whimpered again.

He implored, his voice thick and warm as honey, “You ready for me to make you come?”

Black spots were dancing in front of your eyes just at the thought. “Uh-huh,” you managed to get out and then your hands shot to his forearm as his fingertips began to spread you. You bit your lip into your mouth at the slow penetration that finally ended your wondering of just how those long fingers would feel sliding inside of you. He watched you react as your dripping, tight hole took him to the knuckles and only then did he close his mouth around your clit.

Words and thoughts ceased. Only sounds of intense pleasure left your lips as he stroked his fingers long and deep. Your juices were everywhere, soaking his fingers, running down your crack, onto the sheets and you hadn’t even come yet. He built you up as if he’d done it a million times and you became a squirming, moaning mess, unable to even say his whole name, the word begun in a moan and lost in a sigh.

The firm weight of his arm on your pelvis gave way slightly and you immediately rolled against his swirling tongue and searched out deeper, harder thrusts of his fingers. Chadwick gave it to you and more, sliding in a third while he reached up with his free hand to squeeze your breasts.

The slight pain of your nipples being pinched was what finally did it. He’d overloaded you like an electric surge in a thunderstorm and it was too much. You arched off of the bed as you exploded. With eyes clamped shut and fingers clutching the blankets, you grinded against Chadwick’s face who carried you through your orgasm, finger-fucking you and tirelessly swirling his tongue to pull every bit of pleasure out of your spasming body.

His movements began to slow and he carefully licked around your clit, shifting down to seek out every bit of honey between your folds as you stared up at the ceiling in awe. Just as you were sure no man had ever eaten you like that, you knew without a doubt you’d never come so hard from it and it caused you to stare down at Chadwick as if he were something beyond mortal.

Why did it take me two years to learn he could do THAT?

As you tried to get control of your breathing, Chadwick finally let you go and leaned his cheek against your thigh with a satisfied, slightly smug smile. He touched you everywhere on your lower body, up and down your legs, over your hips, your belly. You were amazed at his patience. He didn’t rush your recovery, even though he was still clothed and probably hard enough to cut glass. Your stomach tightened at the thought of it. You couldn’t wait to touch him, feel him, hear the sounds he made when he came.

You had waited long enough. Chadwick watched you reach down and impatiently pull at his sleeveless grey tank. He moved onto his knees, still between your legs and lifted it over his shoulders. Your hands raced to touch him, hungry to feel his body. You sighed to find every bit he revealed was just as perfect as every other part of him you already admired. He was built, his proportions just right and your fingers brushed up and down solid, hard muscles, and the coarse hairs on his lower abdomen you couldn’t wait to feel against your body.

Chadwick smiled at your worshipping stare that became even more heated when his fingers slid down to the button of his jeans. Even in the semi-dark you could clearly see the outline of his bulge and you were drawn to it, fascinated at its swollen size. The anticipation intensified as Chadwick unzipped. You had a feeling he was deliberately drawing this out and teasing you, making you squirm in wait.

He peeled the top of his jeans down, pushing them slowly down his thighs and your gaze hungrily followed the reveal of his thick dick as he finished pushing his jeans to his knees. He was so big the weight of him only allowed him to bob slightly towards you. And thick. You were immediately convinced it wouldn’t all fit but you would die trying.

While you were considering your doom, he lifted his knees to get his jeans the rest of the way off and once you were both naked, you kneeled in front of each other, taking one another in.

The bed dipped and creaked with his weight as he shuffled closer. You felt almost shy and tentative as you reached out to touch him, as if he were a nude model, a perfect specimen meant to be painted but not touched.

You reached out to delicately brush your fingertips against his hips, making his stomach tighten attractively. While you took your time exploring, each touch made his breath come a bit harder and more ragged. You skated your knuckles across his stomach, starting your slow journey down his body while he kept as still as possible, eyes closed in concentration, entranced by your cautious searching and making little sounds of pleasure.

You finally reached down and wrapped your fingers around him. It took him by surprise and he jerked his hips towards you. Emboldened, you applied the same gentle, soft touches all over his steel cock draped with the finest silk. As you began to squeeze him Chadwick made a desperate sound, so you held him tighter and he thrust into your hand, shivering. You became engrossed in the sight and sound of his pleasure, and the pearlescent drop of precome that dripped over your fingers.

“Stop,” he begged, looking at you with vulnerable pleading as his hand covered yours to halt your motion.

Sure as you knew you own name, you knew you were ready to have him inside you. Keeping your eyes on his, without a word you leaned back, your fingers catching the mattress and then sliding to your sides as you made smooth contact with the bed.

Intensity radiated from him as he watched you arrange yourself. You held your palm up in invitation and Chadwick smiled as you tugged him down the moment he put his hand in yours.

The moment your legs parted, you felt nerves twisting in your stomach. Oh god this is happening. Your pussy was bare for only a moment longer before Chadwick lowered himself down and gently rested his length against you.

Both of you moaned as you came together in an intimate kiss that grew in intensity. Chadwick held his upper body off of yours, his arms planted at your sides and while you kissed you ran your fingers up and down them, adding the scrape of your nails to entice even more noise out of him.

Then it was your turn to moan as he grinded his hips towards you, bringing his whole length to press against your slippery pussy and clit. Enjoying your whimper, he did it again and you responded by grinding back hard against him. Chadwick took your lip in his teeth and released it with a harsh scrape at the end of the next thrust.

You grabbed his face and attacked his mouth, roughly sucking and biting his lips as your hips circled aggressively, looking for relief from the ache inside. “Chadwick… fuck, please…..” you begged.

Finally, he reached between you, guiding his tip to press inside and you felt the pressure and stretch as he inched slowly forward.

For the first time in a while you heard his voice, and you noticed how broken and strained he sounded, as if it were taking all of his effort to speak. “Let me know if you need me to stop or slow down, yeah?”

The head was inside but even that was making you grit your teeth and you mumbled, “Yeah.”

“You alright?”

You glanced up at Chadwick’s eyes, bright with concern. Quick to ease his mind, you nodded. “Yeah, just… keep going. Don’t stop.” You thought if you could take more of him, it would get you past the discomfort faster but as Chadwick took a few more inches of you, you grabbed his arms whimpering.

“Shit, Y/N,” he began to withdraw but you clamped your leg around his, trapping him.

“Don’t you dare leave,” you demanded, looking imploringly up into his eyes. “I can handle it, just … keep going. Slowly.”

Chadwick looked distrustful but with intense effort, steeled himself for the shallow thrusts inside your tight walls, watching you after each one. You were relieved to gradually feel less pain as you took his size slowly. “Okay... a little more,” you guided and sucked in your breath as he breached you even deeper, and you had no idea if you’d even taken half yet.

The fullness began to feel like less of a punishment after a while and soon you found your hips were rocking towards him for more, to feel him deeper.

“Fuck,” you reached up to feel his shoulders flexing under your hands. His face was intense with concentration, seeing you but somehow looking past you to draw from a place of focus and determination to keep still.

You anchored your hands on his shoulders, rocking down towards him and Chadwick heard your little gasps of pain turn into moans of pleasure. He felt your body start to give, relaxing enough to allow him to finally sink all of himself forward to rest inside your snug, tight walls.

“Oh fuck.” “Shit.”

You both swore together at the intimate feeling, the fullness of him satisfying your ache in the deepest possible way.

Now that he was nestled deep inside you, his upper body shifted down to yours, covering you like a blanket. You relished the press of his skin as he molded himself to you.

“God, you feel so good,” you gasped and Chadwick lifted his head, bending to press hot kisses down your neck. He knew just what he was doing and his next thrust was aimed to make you cry out, as he pulled out just enough to make you feel the shift of his thick length before he gave it all to you again.

“Ohh god….” you clutched the back of his head as he scraped his teeth along your collarbone. His movements were small but the effect immense, every inch of movement inside sending shockwaves all through you. As he dug you out, he kissed and sucked all across your chest, never staying in one place too long to leave a mark, but leaving the skin wet and tingling.

He kissed back up to your neck and at the end of another slow thrust, breathed in your ear, each word going straight to your pussy, “That feel good?”

He was going to be the death of you. “Yesssss,” you dragged out hoarsely and scratched down his back. His carefully composed movements faltered at that, earning you a little groan and a harder thrust that bounced you up towards the pillows.

Smiling at his reaction, you teasingly licked his earlobe and taunted, “Oooh, you like a little pain, huh?” then scratched your nails harder in the same spot.

“Fuck,” he tore out, and his hips rocked up into you again. At the top of your shoulder you felt his teeth come down in a sharp bite, making a bolt of hot, dark pleasure hit you right where his throbbing cock was buried.

“You keep doing that and you might regret it,” his threat came in a low growl.

“I doubt it,” you whispered back and dug your pointed nails deep into his ass.

“That’s it,” he snatched your hands off his body and pinned them down to your sides, piercing you with an intense gaze, “I was gonna give it to you nice and slow, but now I need to teach you some manners.”

The abrupt turn in mood set fire to your whole body and your pussy clenched on him with anticipation. He had your wrists in a vice-like grip and your eyes pinned to his as you waited for his next move. To coax it out, you felt a vixen-like spirit possess you as you looked back at him with defiant, sultry eyes and your hips circled and grinded against his.

“Well, well,” his gaze on you was dangerously hot as you writhed underneath him, “this is what you wanted all along, huh Y/N?”

The truth was, you had no idea you could be so turned on by simply being held down in bed and spoken to so dominantly and the fact that it was Chadwick and he was doing it so damn well had you ready to be fucked raw.

Your answer came in the form of a loud cry as he impatiently drove several inches of hard cock into your soft body and jostled you towards the headboard. His hands squeezed your forearms to keep you firmly in place to take another punishing thrust, and then another. Each time, his pelvis hit your clit and you let him know he was in just the right spot with your loud moans while your lower body arched completely off the mattress to work his angle to your advantage.

In between grunts of effort he kept up the stimulation at your ear with his voice that was driving you crazy while his fingers pierced into your wrists. “You like this baby? Your sweet pussy getting fucked nice and hard?”

“Yes!” you were both answering him and welcoming the stirrings of your orgasm. You threw yourself into the motions of his body, swaying towards him as much as he allowed you to, and finally the pressure at your wrists lifted allowing your hands to grasp his body tight while you squealed from each slamming thrust.

Chadwick lifted away from you until he was upright and could hold your hips firmly in his lap, then began to bounce you on his cock with all the freedom of movement he desired. One hand dug into your hip and the other clamped down on your clit, first coming down with a quick little slap that turned into a firm rubbing of his thumb and that was that. You fell right to pieces in his hands. Chadwick had a front row seat to your ascent into the heavens and took it upon himself to coax the biggest orgasm out of you that he could. You dimly heard his words of encouragement that became drowned out with your cries. He fucked up into you and relentlessly rubbed your clit, then skillfully pulled back at just the right moment when you could handle no more.

You yelped as Chadwick suddenly flipped you onto your stomach and pushed your body down to the bed before you had the presence of mind to do it yourself, then plunged into you. The deep angle made your eyes bulge and you gasped, balling up the duvet in your fists and stuffing it into your mouth. You only had a second or two to adjust before he started pounding away. The sounds coming from him were raw and animalistic, building louder and louder, challenging your previous belief that men rarely made noise in bed. The auditory concert of his cries with the slapping of your skin made you cry even louder into the blankets, your sounds joining the symphony.

He suddenly announced, “I’m gonna cum…. ah, Y/N…” and the flesh of your ass became anchor points for his hands to grab tightly to as you felt his warmth spreading deep. He rode you so hard you were squeezed into the brand-new mattress and testing the give of its springs. In your very submissive position, you felt powerful, proud at the sounds of his satisfied cries and his circling hips pulling every bit of magic out of your pussy to feed his never-ending climax.

Sensing his comedown, you pushed the duvet from your face, unable to hold back the giddy smile as behind you, his groans turned into panting breaths and you heard him gasp, “Oh god….. wow... wow.”

His hands rubbed your ass as if you were a prized stallion after a winning race. You bit your knuckle with glee, sending a little thank you down to your pussy. Yeah girl. You did that.

He removed himself from you delicately, resting his body weight down and you turned towards his glowing, sweaty face looking at you worshipfully. At any given time, Chadwick was a gorgeous man to look at, but right now, exhausted and satisfied from sex, he was heavenly. Too good for the earth you were currently floating above.

You should have felt tired but you were brimming with excitement, filled with anticipation for another round that you almost certainly knew was going to happen, and for whatever shifts in your friendship would come of this, whether large or small.

“I’m speechless,” he admitted, still smiling broadly.

“I’m glad,” you replied with a glint in your eye, “you were getting way too talky back there.”

Chadwick’s jaw dropped open and you cackled at his shocked face, then gasped as he retaliated with a firm smack to your ass.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” you rushed, anxious to repair any damage to the notion that you hadn’t utterly loved his dirty talk and bit your lip smiling at the tingle in your backside from his hand.

“You can do that anytime you know,” you stated, and at his questioning glance, you continued in a candid tone, “Smack my ass, talk dirty to me… whatever. I like it.”

You fully enjoyed his eyebrows shooting towards his hairline at your words. “You tryna get me hard again? Cause it’s working…”

You playfully arched your ass towards him and moaned wickedly, “Smack me daddy, I’ve been bad.”

“I know you’re playin’ right now but…. don’t.” He warned, as his eyes closed to squeeze away the mounting arousal and you sensed you had hit the sweet spot of his desires, which filled you with adrenaline and immature excitement to keep stoking the fire, hoping to get burned.

“Seriously, don’t, I need a minute,” he laughed before you could tease him anymore and you smiled, deciding to file that very important detail away for later.

“Stay over?” You asked hopefully, reaching out to rub his arm. It was late and you were both exhausted. Muscles you didn’t even know you had were aching from sex and moving all day but you knew tomorrow was when the real pain would kick in.

“Shit I don’t even think I could stand if I wanted to,” Chadwick groaned and began weakly trying to pull you to his side. You shifted until you found the perfect cuddle spot, surrounded by his beating heart and warmth. The simple, perfect feeling of intimacy made you ache and let out a content sigh.

When you were both settled and comfortable, he kissed your forehead. “Let’s never move.”

“I’m done with moving,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Unless it’s for more sex.”

“Goodnight Chadwick,” you snickered, halfway to sleep, and already looking forward to the morning.

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Psychic Hearts Chapter 1

Okay, everyone. Do not worry, I am not going to stop updating The Psychic and the Crystal Gems. I just wanted to write the first chapter of my MP100/KH crossover while it’s on my mind. Also note, Mob’s keyblade...I’m taking design suggestions if anyone has any.

Mob was not sure how it started. The first time it happened, he was on the way back to his house after an exorcism with Reigen. It was back in his seventh year of middle school. From what he could remember, a group of black, bug-like creatures had rose from the ground and surrounded him. He remembered that he had thought they were just evil spirits so he attempted to exorcise them. Imagine his surprise when nothing happened, and he was sent flying backwards from a sudden strike by one of the creatures.

The pain from the sudden strike had spread throughout his arm. When he saw another creature attempt to attack him, he had quickly used his telekinesis to stop it in its tracks. Sadly, this had left him open to an attack from behind which resulted in Mob getting cut deeply. He released his grip on the first creature as he tried to remain standing, but he could feel his vision get hazy while he felt his energy begin to surge. The moment another creature shot forward at him, Mob created a barrier to block the attack and then sent it flying and smashing into a pole with a quick flick of his wrist.

He then dodged another strike by covering his body with his psychic energy and moving out of the way at high speeds. The only down side was that he felt nauseous afterwards. When he moved to make another barrier to block another attack, he was surprised as one of the creatures rose from below and attempted to scratch him. He was barely able to move his head out of the way and push the creature away. He had felt his body begin to get heavy as he realized that he was running out of stamina. It was definitely nothing like exorcising evil spirits.

When he spotted the creatures move in his direction to strike again, he was surprised when a hooded figure appeared out of a dark portal and struck them down with a quick swipe from a...large key? He still was not sure exactly what caused the person to appear at that moment, but he was happy they did. If they hadn't, then he never would have became their friend.

The person had quickly disposed the creatures before turning around to check on Mob who had just stared back at them with a shocked look...or as shocked as he could get his face to look. The person had pulled their hood down to reveal a black haired girl around his age. She had quickly checked his injuries before pulling a small bottle out of a pocket on her cloak. Offering it to him, Mob just looked at it before bringing it to his lips to drink. It was kind of tasteless, but he did feel his stamina return to him while the pain from the injuries begin to fade.

After making sure that he was okay, the girl was about to leave before Mob's timid voice spoke out to her and asked her what her name was. She was surprised and seemed to be uncertain about giving her name away, but she had finally came around and introduced herself to Mob. Xion. It was interesting name.

He had asked her if she was going to come back anytime soon. She had to think for a moment before finally giving him an answer. He was surprised at how bad he felt when he found out that she wasn't certain. In the end though, he told her that if she ever did come back that he would like to see her. This seemed to surprise the girl, but she agreed with a bright smile before vanishing into another portal of darkness.

A week later, Mob was surprised to run into her by the river that he walks by on his way to school. She greeted him, and Mob found himself developing a friendship with Xion. Someone with interesting powers and some kind of connection to those creatures that he had never ran into again (thankfully).

Months had passed, Mob had entered the eighth grade and Xion visited him once every week. It was nice. Then her visits became less frequent and when she did visit, she seemed concerned or uncertain about something. It worried Mob. It didn't help that his own life had began to change as well. While positive aspects entered his life (The Body Improvement Club, his friendship with Teruki and the Telepathy Club, the fact that he and Ritsu had finally grown closer as brothers), there were various negative aspects to: the increase use of his psychic powers, the eruptions of his emotions, Ritsu getting kidnapped and Mob being forced to break one of his principles to save Ritsu, Reigen almost dying had Mob not transferred his powers over to aid him.

Life was getting harder for Mob and if he had to be honest, he really missed his mysterious friend. Their conversations always helped brighten his mood. However...he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen to her.

Present Day ???

Mob opened his eyes and found himself standing on some kind of platform. The platform was made of very beautiful materials. The design though was...interesting...He saw...himself in a laying position with his eyes closed. The circle that he intersected on the platform was filled with the same color as his psychic energy. Surrounding them were several different smaller circles. Each circle had a different person that Mob considered close to him.

The first and closest one to Mob on the platform was Ritsu, the second closest circle to Mob had Reigen, the third circle had Teru, the fourth had Dimple, and the fifth was filled with the faces of the Body Improvement Club members. There was a 100% underneath Mob's position on the platform with dark colors emanating from it and closing in on Mob's position. It might have just been Mob's imagination, but he was almost certain that he saw the 100% change to ???% on it. At the upper right portion of the platform, was a circle with Xion in it although she was slightly facing away from him, but she was looking back with a small smile.

While he liked the overall design of the platform, he still did not understand where he was...and why it looked like this. The fact that the platform seemed to be floating in an endless void...unnerved him slightly.

As he looked around, he was surprised to see three pedestals pop up from the platform's surface. Slowly, a sword, staff, and shield appeared, one above each pedestal. Mob blinked in confusion before slowly walking up to the shield.

"The power to protect your friends. The power of the guardian...is this the power you seek?" a voice asked which caught Mob offguard at first, but he quickly shook the confusion away and lifted the shield off the pedestal. Already deciding that this was the power he wanted. Neither of the other two powers would be able to compare to this one.

Looking at the shield, he saw a weird symbol on the front. He was about to look closer at it, but the shield disappeared in a flash of light. Before he could think longer about it, he heard the voice tell him to give something up. Looking over at the staff and sword, he walked over to the sword first and lifted it.

"The power of destruction. The power of the warrior...is this the-" Mob instantly picked the sword to give up. He didn't want a destructive power, and he did not want to be a warrior. As the sword vanished like the shield did, the pedestals sunk back into the platform as three small dark puddles appeared on the platform's surface. Looking over at them, Mob's senses alerted him about an incoming threat. The warning turned out to be valid as three of those black creatures that had attacked him months ago popped out.

The shield reappeared in Mob's hand which caught his attention. Grimacing at how heavy the shield was, he took a hold of the handle with both hands and smacked one of the creatures to the side as it leapt at him. Seeing another one moving towards him, Mob stretched his arm out and caught it with his telekinesis and tossed it off the platform. Looking at the last one, he looked down at his shield for a moment before he lifted it into the air with his telekinesis and sent it sailing at full speed towards the last creature.

As soon as it poofed away, Mob saw small steps illuminate in the darkness as another platform came into view. Looking at it, he began to walk towards it only to gasp as he felt a sharp pain in his left temple. As soon as he felt it, he could see everything around him begin to fade away while a large dark creature started to form above him.

Before it could do anything though, Mob's power erupted from his body as he began to fall backwards onto the platform. The next thing the creature knew, it was being torn to pieces as Mob stood there emotionlessly with his hair flowing around. Without saying a word, the entire void began to disappear and a pushing force hit Mob's body. This seemed to snap Mob back to his senses as he felt himself soar off the platform. It was weird though. He could have sworn that he saw another version of himself standing on the platform.

Mob's House

Mob shot up in his bed and let out a small gasp as he began to look around. Before he could gain his bearings, Dimple and Ritsu came barging into his room.

"Shigeo! Do you feel that?! Something's heading this way! And it is very dangerous...and it feels...dark...We need to do something!" Dimple shouted as he began looking around the room with a terrified look on his face.

"Nii-san, I...I don't know what this feeling is, but it feels awful. What are we going to do?" Ritsu asked Mob who looked back at his younger brother silently. After hearing them mention something dark, he closed his eyes and began concentrating on finding whatever was causing this insidious aura. It took only a couple of seconds, but it was there. Pure darkness. A cold, chilling feeling crept up his back as images of those creatures flashed through his mind.

As he continued feeling it, a flash of Xion passed through his mind. His eyes shot open and before anyone could react, Mob excused himself and rushed out of his house. Ritsu and Dimple looked at each other in concern before chasing after him.

Mob looked back and forth to see if he could find his friend. He wouldn't have seen her image in his mind if she wasn't here. And if she's here...then more of those creatures are here as well. He had to make sure she was okay before checking on the others.

Sadly, it seemed fate did not want him to go any further as five of the creatures shot up from the ground and stared him down. Mob looked back at them quietly before bringing his right hand up and in a repeat of what he did to Koyama, the creatures were sent flying and smashing into various poles, the sidewalk, buildings, etc before they all finally vanished. As soon as they were gone, Mob continued running. Anytime a creature would appear, he would used his telekinesis to destroy them.

The sky grew darker as he continued to run and the feeling he got grew even worse. Grabbing a pole, he almost collapsed from exhaustion, but he did his best to shake it off and continued on his way. Thankfully, he was able to glimpse Xion's cloak as he turned a corner. Unfortunately, she was sent flying by one of the creatures directly into Mob causing them to fall onto the ground and roll across the ground.

"M-Mob? What are...the Heartless!" Xion shouted as she quickly remembered what was happening. Jumping to her feet, she blocked a strike from another...Heartless(?) and pushed it away. Rolling out of the way of another attack, Xion turned and cut the Heartless down.

Seeing more advancing in Xion's direction, Mob quickly began to activate his powers only to stop as a light appeared in his hands. The light seemed to catch the Heartless's attention as they stopped attacking Xion. Thankfully, this allowed Xion to move in and quickly cut them down. Wiping her forehead, she sighed in relief before turning to see what they were distracted by...which resulted in her jaw dropping.

"M-Mob...you can wield a keyblade?" Xion questioned her friend as she moved towards him. A keyblade? So that's what they are called... Mob glanced down at the weapon in his hand. It definitely had a key-like form, but the design was vastly different from Xion's own keyblade...wait Xion.

Looking up at her, Mob gently grabbed her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Are you okay, Xion-san?" Mob asked her which seemed to surprise her. She looked away for a moment before looking back at him with a small smile.

"I'll be fine Mob. Don't worry. Things have been a little hectic for me recently, but everything will turn out for the better soon...We probably will not see each other for awhile though. I'm sorry Mob," Xion apologized as she looked away from Mob.

Mob stared back at her as he let her words sink in. She didn't seem okay, but she said that she was...and they will not see each other for awhile...Is something going to happen? Looking up, he was about to question her only to let out a small gasp as she embraced him in a tight hug.

Blushing lightly, Mob stood there as she hugged him. He wasn't sure what to do, and he was too stunned to respond. Before he had a chance to hug her back or say something, she released him and gave him a small smile.

"I'll miss you Mob..." Xion whispered before being enveloped in a portal of darkness. Mob was about to reach out to her, but the portal vanished. Almost immediately afterwards, an earthquake shook Seasoning City. Looking up, Mob's eyes widened slightly as he saw a large black orb.

99%

Mob felt his power about to explode from within as the orb grew closer, but before he could react; he felt that sharp pain in his temple strike him again. Collapsing to his knees, Mob found himself losing consciousness.

As his eyes closed, he could have sworn that he heard Xion's voice in his head again.

"I'm sorry Mob. I'm happy we got the chance to be friends, but I have to go now. You wouldn't understand it, but I have to help someone that I'm connected to. I'm glad I got to see you one last time before meeting with Roxas. You don't have to worry though. You will not remember me, but I will always be with you in your heart like you were always with me inside my own. Good-bye Shigeo."

He didn't know what it was, but a part of him attached itself to what she said at the end. He couldn't forget her...he wouldn't forget her! His inner power erupted in his mind as it began to detect memories of Xion being erased from his mind. As the power engulfed the memories, it began to mend the broken pieces and keep them in tact.

As Mob floated through darkness, he had one thought floating around.

"I'll find you Xion, Ritsu, Master, Dimple...everyone I'll save you."

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