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imhereformysciencefriends · 1 year ago

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@mcyt-yuri-week Day 5: Rarepair!

Gem/Puffy because faves should kiss. And flirt. Excessively. Read on AO3 here

Princess Gem was in the lighthouse running some mild repairs when she first caught sight of the ship on the horizon. Ships were not strange things in Dawn. She herself had built the port, after all, but this was not one of Dawn’s ships, nor did she recognize its sails nor its flag. It wasn’t a pirate flag, thank goodness, she wasn’t sure she was quite up to task to deal with seafaring pillagers at the moment, but there was still a stranger at her shores.

She descended the lighthouse and crossed to her port, wings folded behind her for the time being. She didn’t know if this was a threat yet or not, and butterfly wings made for delicate, easily shot targets if she wasn’t cautious.

The ship was modest. Typically there would be a crew of maybe four people for a vessel this size, but it was possible for one person to man such a thing alone, if the person was practiced. Gem stood at the stone wall shoring up the small cliffside, hand resting on a crenellation, and watched as the vessel’s one-woman-crew heaved the anchor over the side, fastened her boat to the dock, and staggered off.

The bow-legged sheep hybrid (ram? She had large, curling horns) glanced up and caught sight of Princess Gem, and flashed her a big smile.

“Hey girl,” she called, leaning her elbow awkwardly on a pile of crates Gem had ready for trade when one of her own ships returned from their current voyage, “are you from Tennessee?”

“...What?”

“Cause you’reeeee the only ten I see!”

Gem stared at her, wide eyed and flabbergasted and maybe just a touch pink to the cheeks.

“Are you drunk!?” she shouted down, trying to sound appalled and mostly just coming off as embarrassed.

The sailor clicked her tongue and snapped before she pointed two double pistols Gem’s way, staggering slightly with her weight removed from the crates. “I am so dehydrated.”

“Oh well for goodness sake!” Gem unlocked the gate to port and descended the steps, catching the sailor before she could tilt hooves over kilter into the seawater behind her. “Did you not pack enough water for your trip?”

“Got blown off course,” she muttered, leaning on Gem heavily, “nasty storm.”

Well. At least she was alive. Gem huffed.

“I am Princess Gem, ruler of Dawn.”

The sailor grinned. “Captain Puffy; at your service pretty lady.”

Gem felt herself blush again, then snapped her gaze forward, focusing on getting them up the steps. “Let’s just get you some water!”

Puffy laughed, and let Gem all but drag her to the tavern. Across multiple bottles of water, a tankard of very thin mead, and two cups of apple cider, Puffy detailed what had happened to Gem. She’d been sailing since she was old enough to hold a rope and had all the overconfidence to match. She’d been on her own, something she’d done a billion times before, when a storm caught her blindsided. She’d survived and so had her ship, but she’d lost some supplies and had been blown far from the shore she’d been headed towards.

“Normally I have my son with me, and he can get rid of the worst storms. Guess I got too comfortable; didn’t prepare like normal people should.”

“You have a son,” Gem said, for some reason fixated on that fact and feeling… oddly sad?

Puffy grinned, waggling her eyebrows at Gem. “Yeah, but I’m single.”

Gem felt heat rise to her cheeks once again.

“And ready to mingle,” Puffy added lasciviously, leaning forward, and Gem shoved the glass towards her.

“Ju–just drink your juice!!”

Puffy laughed and hoisted the glass upwards, first, as though to toast, before downing it.

“You, um, feeling less dehydrated?” Gem asked, desperately changing the subject.

“Yeah. It’ll take a while to fully recover, though, hydration is best done in multiple smaller drinks done consistently and frequently overtime.” Again, that cocksure, self-assured grin of hers. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around a while.”

Gem was a princess. She was trained from a young age to flit lightly and easily from social situation to social situation, always fluttering above conflict and subtle insult and shadowed prodding. Her words were as delicate lace, intricate and woven into complexity.

This woman’s straightforward flirtations and direct approach had Gem’s heart pounding like a warhammer against her birdcage ribs. If Gem’s decorum was trained to look like stained glass, Puffy’s brazenness was a rock crashing through it.

And, on top of all of that, the captain had the audacity to laugh at her.

“You don’t play with sailors much, do you little lady?” she asked, reclining in her seat and crossing a leg over her knee. It gave Gem a very clear view of her. Her white-turned-beige shirt with ruffles over her breasts tucked into high waisted, big-buttoned pants. Her large captain’s coat hanging boldly off her shoulders, her elbows propped up to the sides. Her beads and coins strung throughout her hair, catching the light of the tavern and glinting distractingly. Her sailor’s muscles and big curling horns and the way the light caught on the dampness left on her lips.

“I—” Gem started when she realized she’d been staring, “Converse. With, traders, perfectly frequently.”

“And none of ‘em take advantage of how cute you are?” Why was her voice so loud? It didn’t sound this loud in Gem’s ears when they were on the dock. Well, loud yes but not this loud. Must’ve been because they were inside now. Puffy’s voice was simply filling the space, and echoing back.

“I’m not—it’s not, in a princess’s job description to be taken advantage of,” Gem stuttered, blushing at how the words sounded coming out of her own mouth. She didn’t mean it like that!

But Puffy laughed at her, and uncrossed her leg with a sharp thud of hoof hitting floor, and rose with a faint jingling of her hair ornaments. She rounded the table with lazy swagger, and it should’ve been impossible for a woman so short to loom so toweringly.

She stopped with her hip cocked against the table, and set a hand on Gem’s shoulder, deceptively slow and gentle. “What about fun?” she asked, voice now so quiet, so so so so quiet Gem had to lean forward to hear her better, her hand drifting off Gem’s shoulder to trail down her arm. “Is having fun in the job description?”

“I—” Gem cut off as she shuddered, Puffy’s hand, roughened with rope and seawater, caressing the freckles dotting the exposed skin of Gem’s own. She swallowed, unable to blink or look away. “I have plenty of fun.”

Puffy grinned like she’d won. “Yeah? Come by my boat and show me sometime, pretty princess. I’ll let you see something nice.”

Gem was so red in the face it made her lightheaded as she watched Puffy saunter away. It did not become a princess to lose her marbles so easily, but Gem simply couldn’t seem to relocate her composure. It was fully lost. Off in the fields somewhere. Or maybe it was leaping around Puffy’s hocks, admiring the way her fluffy woolen tail wiggled as she walked.

The moment the tavern door swung shut behind her, Gem tore her eyes away and grasped at the nearest drink, downing the entire thing in big, heaving gulps. She slammed the cup down in a distinctly unladylike fashion, gasping slightly.

Without distraction, she was now free to make eye contact with the tavern keeper. The tavern keeper who watched her very knowingly. Who had probably been watching her and Puffy since the two had entered in and ordered an absurd number of drinks.

But instead of remarking, the tavernkeeper merely asked, “So are you the one paying for those, then?”

“She—oh she didn’t even—!” Gem gasped, realizing Puffy had left her with the bill. “Oh that little—I’m gonna—!”

She was going to—!

Going to…

She…

Gem’s face, flushed red with a mixture of arousal and fluster and embarrassment at being lightly swindled, felt surely that there must be steam rolling out of her ears by this point. She dropped her burning face into her hands, hiding behind her curtain of hair and red to the tips of her ears.

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everythingispirates · 1 month ago

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since you promised here it is mind you this was written a while back and idk I might wanna rework some stuff but I still stand by most of this I think I was right. literally just the full text of the doc pasted under read more so like idk beware if you don't want a very very long post 👍

dmtnt rewrite maybe idk

opening

Opening scene has Henry go out to sea and jump in, same as usual except we don’t get to follow him. We watch from the beach as Will emerges with him in his arms, putting him back on land, clearly hurt. Henry says something about how he came to see him and Will is like that’s very sweet child but you’ll have to wait and then starts to back off. Henry looks up for like a moment and we get a shot of Will transforming into a monster, Henry screams, end of cold open. Title drop here methinks.

ten years later

Cut to him on that one navy ship, the scene basically progresses as normal, with Henry spotting the triangle and trying to get the captain to turn the ship around. Only difference is in this version the captain says they’re being chased by pirates and need to hide, instead of chasing down some pirates. Henry tries to argue, gets his sleeves ripped and is thrown in the brig. We get the same thing with Henry dropping the wanted posters for Jack or whatever and him and his fellow prisoner talk a bit (Henry explaining that he needs to find Jack but not why and the other prisoner, pirate himself, saying that Jack is captured and set to hang on Saint Martin) while we get to experience the ship sailing into the triangle from their perspective.

Things gradually get darker, quieter, etc like basically a horror sequence and then people start getting murdered. We hear screams, and get that scene of the blood dripping into the cells and Henry tries desperately to break himself out before Salazar and the crew finally appear. He first approaches the other prisoner, asking who he is, and when he can’t bring himself to respond one of the crew pulls up his sleeve to reveal a pirate brand and he gets gutted. Henry gets asked next and he tells them he’s not a pirate and that he was recently kicked from the navy. At first, the crew don’t believe him, but when they see his ripped sleeves they’re like aight an enemy of the english is a friend of ours and agree not to kill him.

Salazar sees the wanted posters and does his whole “you know zis pirate” thing as per usual and when Henry says he’s looking for him he says it’s probably best for Henry to stay away, actually, since they’re coming to get him. “When the sea of our prison runs red with blood.” Henry gets hauled out and stuck in a rowboat and in a panicked state just tries to get away.

witch escape

Cut to Carina, doing her confession with the priest scene and escaping. She runs through the fort, hiding from guards and eventually disguising herself as a nurse.

She tries to look for the exit now that she’s a bit more inconspicuous, but gets pulled along by this head nurse lady who tells her there’s someone she needs to look after, a man who was picked up at sea and whose hands are like fucked up from rowing so hard. Also he’s probably a deserter and also insane bc he was rambling about ghosts and tridents and what have you and Carina is like hmmmm.

She watches over Henry as he wakes up, then asks him about the trident and he explains that he’s been searching for it for years with no luck, but that he thinks he knows someone who could help them. Carina is like “you seem reasonable enough” and manages to unlock his chains, but is then discovered by the guards and captured, while Henry escapes. Also as the scene ends we find out that a suspicious figure has been listening to them somehow like idk hiding behind a wall. They leave once the drama is all over.

sea runs red

Cut back to the triangle where a pirate ship sails in, and we get to see how the Silent Mary trails her. Salazar and his crew appear on deck and the pirate crew immediately gear up to fight. The captain says something about how Salazar really doesn’t wanna mess with them since they sail under the pirate king’s flag, but Salazar just laughs and they’re all slaughtered. We see the undead crew dump their bodies in the sea, and as it turns more and more red it starts to boil, and the triangle cracks open, letting them out. This can lead into the scene where one of Barbossa’s ships gets eaten straight up because that was cute idc.

legendary pirate

Cut to night, with Henry sneaking his way into the fort disguised as a navy man. He finds Carina, carving astronomical maps into her wall and then pulling out that diary of hers. She covers its backstory (not how she got it) and then she and Henry watch the whole blood moon phenomenon, with Carina figuring out that a specific formation of stars lead to an island where they’ll find the trident. Henry is very impressed and it’s cute or whatever, and he says that he’ll be right back to break her out and then they’ll be on their way to find the trident, but that there’s something he has to do first.

He leaves and goes looking through the cells, finding most of them empty until one where there’s a sleeping figure. He approaches and says he’s looking for Jack, to which the figure visibly reacts but tells Henry to piss off. Henry keeps pushing and the figure eventually asks who’s asking, to which Henry gives his name and the figure sits up, revealing himself as Jack.

Henry is really stoked to see him, saying he’s been searching for years and that he’s going to break Jack out, but Jack is obviously not very impressed. Henry pushes, saying that Jack is his only hope and telling him that when he was a kid his mother would tell him stories about how Jack was kind of a cunt yeah but a good man in the end. To that, Jack says that Henry should just go back home to mummy, but Henry says that he can’t.

He explains that because of him, Will’s curse sort of moved to the scary monster stage, and now he can’t bear to see his mother again until he’s set things right. Jack seems to consider things but when he takes too long to respond, Henry says that they’re going to hang him anyway, to which Jack is like “yeah, tomorrow, who give a shit”. He says that he can’t help Henry and when it looks like Henry is going to say something more he calls for the guards and Henry is forced to run off. We see him hiding in an alley, when he suddenly gets jumped by someone.

the fleet

Meanwhile Barbossa is like chilling on the Revenge eating his apples and whatever. Some of his men bring in a man who’s very scared and obviously wounded or whatever, and he tells the tale of what happened to that one ship we saw get eaten earlier. Barbossa asks what the name of the ship that attacked them was, kind of implying whoever it was is in big trouble, but when he hears it was the Silent Mary he’s visibly shaken.

He heads over to Shansa and asks what the hell is going on, to which she explains that the crew bound to the devil’s triangle had to pay some kind of due or whatever to be let out and that they’re now free to run loose. Keep the bit where she suggests he retire I think it’s funny. When he doesn’t go along with that she gives him the compass which had been confiscated from Jack some time ago. Barbossa leaves to get the Revenge ready to sail.

hang the witch

Cut to the morning after, with both Jack and Carina getting dragged off to get executed. They can get a funny interaction or something, maybe Carina understands he’s the reason she didn’t get to escape and Jack’s just kinda like them’s the breaks kid or whatever.

Anyway, execution scene commences, Carina does her speech again because it’s funny, change Jack’s lines to be less stoner jokes and more please hurry up and let me die already. Also Henry’s diversion line can stay, it’s cute. Gibbs and the gang show up to save them all and they head over to the Dying Gull, where the crew has been camping out. On the way, Henry explains to Carina that they found him back in that alley and helped him, and that they’re very experienced sailors and whatnot. She’s not impressed, especially when they get to the ship.

There, some discussion ensues, since the crew are kind of wary of Jack since he’s basically just given up. Henry does a little speech and eventually manages to get them all on board for the trident quest, hyping up Carina in the process, and they set sail with Jack kind of sulking in the background.

deal with the dead

Meanwhile, Barbossa manages to get in touch with Salazar and after a lot of tension between the two crews Salazar and Barbossa strike that ‘find Jack before the next day’ deal or whatever it’s kinda dumb. Might workshop later.

we’ve found him

Cut to some cool meeting room where the suspicious figure from the scene where Carina first meets Henry enters and says something cryptic about how they’ve found ‘him’. No elaboration on this.

do you believe in ghosts?

Back on the Gull we get Henry and Carina talking to each other a bit about this trident quest, some more squabbling about if the supernatural is real or whatever but we get the sense they’re mostly arguing for sport. Somehow the conversation leads into the father topic (Probably Henry being like well. proof of the supernatural is my dad is fucking Cursed) and we see Carina looking kind of off (bc fatherless). Henry asks what the matter is and it looks like she might respond but she’s cut off when Jack emerges from the shadows or whatever and makes some snide comment about how he can’t stand the flirting, then gives Carina some offhand advice about navigation (idk anything about that so you have to make it up ok? ok.) and fucks off. Henry and Carina say some awkward goodbyes and part ways.

Jack runs into Gibbs who tries to reminisce a bit saying something about how it’s nostalgic to have a Turner on board for some mad quest, but Jack brushes it off and goes off to sulk somewhere.

jackstory

We go back to Barbossa and Salazar starts going over his Jack backstory which can be roughly the same except without the stupid compass thing Jack just already has it and when the captain dies he uses it to get them out of the pinch. Also we don’t get to see what happens with him after Salazar goes into the triangle since, you know, he wouldn’t know, so it’s left pretty ambiguous. I do think we should have the “this is the day you shall always remember”-line I think that would be cute.

run away

Anyway, back in the present Salazar is about to gut Barbossa but then they spot the Gull on the horizon and the chase is on. The crew of the Gull including Henry and Carina freak out seeing the two large ships heading straight for them, especially when Henry recognises the Mary. He doesn’t know the name of it but knows it’s business and after a lot of panicking Jack eventually reasons that since the Gull isn’t very fast or manoeuvrable they’re better off getting to land and working from there. Quick exchange of looks between Gibbs and him (“I knew you weren’t completely out of it you snake/pos”/”whatever just don’t let us die right this instant”) then they head for some tiny island in the distance.

It’s a close call, with the Mary leading the chase and Barbossa intentionally stalling, eventually dropping out entirely and heading off somewhere else. I like the zombie sharks so like maybe if there’s more of them they can do a number on the Gull and get everyone in some serious trouble. Jack takes more command during the chase and starts to “wake up” a bit, and they eventually just sort of run aground, the Gull basically shattering in the process.

The crew scramble up on land and see Salazar’s crew following them but we get the whole dissolve on land thing I guess it’s kind of dumb but I’ll allow it. Jack reverts back pretty hard to his more bitter persona or whatever when talking to Salazar - Salazar says something about how Jack is dead the moment he leaves the island and Jack responds that he’ll make sure to die on it then, to rob Salazar of the satisfaction. Salazar’s crew hiss a bit more then go back to their ship. Also Carina does that thing where she freaks out about ghosts and runs off, and Henry follows her.

Quick cut to some navy ship that’s been going after the Gull, basically just explaining that they exist and that they’re going to capture the escaped prisoners. Very basic.

run away again

Back on the island, we see Henry running after Carina, until she’s captured by some of Barbossa’s men. Henry considers fighting, but quickly realises that he’s severely outnumbered and runs off, promising to get help.

We cut to the crew who have set up camp somewhere in the woods and are discussing what to do next. The Mary is anchored right off the island, and the Gull is in no condition to sail so they’re basically stuck and Jack is back to being unhelpful so it’s up to the crew to do something. They’re in the middle of talking when Henry storms in and begs them to come help save Carina, which they agree to after being reminded that she’s the only one who can find the trident.

The gang head into the woods ready for a fight and eventually stumble upon Barbossa and his group, captured Carina included. Barbossa basically takes them all hostage, and starts going on about how Jack carries a way for them all to get off the island with him blah blah blah.

They head down to the beach on the side of the island furthest away from the Mary, with Barbossa saying that the Pearl is the only ship that’s fast enough to get away from her. He tells some of his crew to stay on the Revenge and follow the Mary once she starts trailing the Pearl and be ready to provide backup. He then does the magic trick or whatever to get the Pearl out and we get a moment of genuine hope from Jack which is almost immediately undercut when he’s reminded that he’s still a hostage. The whole gang boards the Pearl and sail off, managing to stay out of the Mary’s range as they leave the island, and then getting a solid lead.

goodbye saint martin

Back to Saint Martin. Shansa gets a visitor in the form of the suspicious figure and a group of other pirates who ask her where the ship that set out to capture the escaped witch and pirate sailed. She uses magic to get them the heading in exchange for her freedom and the group leave. When Shansa follows them out of her cell she finds the fort has been completely ransacked, and we the viewers get to see that this extends to the whole town.

you are the father

On the Pearl, Henry complains to Barbossa about how this ship is supposed to be incredibly fast, but the Mary is slowly gaining on them, and gets sent off almost immediately. Barbossa and Carina look over the course and we get Carina using that thing that Jack taught her earlier, it’s a moment idc. She then takes out the diary and Barbossa asks a bunch of questions about it, with Carina saying it was a gift from her father and what have you. Barbossa is obviously shaken by this, and shifts the conversation back to the course again, giving Carina the compass and saying that she can probably use it better than him (stronger ambition or whatever). He leaves and Jack starts calling for him from wherever he’s tied up.

They talk and Jack reveals that he’s figured out that Barbossa is Carina’s father since idk he was there when Barbossa first got his hands on that diary, plus Barbossa is acting weird and he can’t see any other explanation. Might keep the bit where Barbossa admits it all and Jack is like “Really? I was bluffing” that could be cute if done right also we HAVE to keep in him calling Barbossa daddy that is a must. Barbossa immediately susses out that Jack wants something from him and Jack is like yeah. my fucking ship back to which Barbossa just shoves that rag in his mouth or something and leaves.

We cut back to Carina, with Henry popping up from wherever he’d been hiding and apologising for accidentally listening in. The two of them talk some more dads and Carina goes into some more detail about hers, explaining that she used to dream of finding the trident so she’d be famous and somehow earn his love back, but then brushes that off as just a childish dream. She and Henry have a moment until Henry sees the Mary getting a lot closer and goes to alert the crew.

mary vs pearl

We get a chase/action scene where the Mary continues to gain on them, eventually catching up. Her crew starts boarding the Pearl and we get lots of fighting. At some point Barbossa cuts Jack loose and after some bitching that eventually escalates into a full on argument, Jack takes the wheel. He manages to steer them away from the Mary, but Henry gets captured in the scuffle. Maybe have some shots that parallel what we saw of Jack and Salazar in the flashback that could be cute.

island

Anyway the crew get on the cool star island and Carina wants to go back and get Henry but Jack convinces her that they’re better off getting the trident since that will give them an advantage in negotiations and she eventually agrees, and it’s good Jack and Carina bonding. Maybe a hug + have a moment where Jack and Barbossa exchange looks bc daughter drama or whatever.

Carina gathers herself and is like okay how the fuck do I do this. She looks through the diary for a bit then the island and is like oh my god I get it. Runs off without any explanation, really, with Jack and Barbossa following her, yelling at the crew to stay behind and have their backs or whatever, more captain bickering but just a little bit. They catch up with Carina who looks a bit lost saying there’s a star missing, and the gang do a bit of thinking before they eventually realise that it’s the stone from the diary. The whole segment is basically Carina bonding with her dads, and it ends with her going to put the missing star back.

divide

On the Mary, the crew interrogate Henry about the trident, but he refuses to reveal any information. They’re about to start cutting his fingers off or whatever, when the ship suddenly starts rocking, and they look overboard to find the sea going absolutely craycray.

Cut back to Carina and the gang, the waves from the splitting sea pull her in and when Jack reaches out to grab her he gets yanked along and the two of them roll down the hill onto the bottom of the ocean.

Back to the Mary, where Salazar quickly realises this must be where the trident is. The crew are like noo captain you can’t go down there it’s land he’s like it’s technically the ocean bitches I’m going in, then orders the crew to throw Henry overboard before he jumps over and like idk wall runs down the divide bc he can walk on water remember.

Carina and Jack find their footing, and Carina spots the trident while Jack spots Salazar. The two of them make a run for it, but Salazar lands between them and the trident.

Seeing this, his crew follow him, and just sort of drop Henry into the water on their way. We can get a cool shot of Henry seeing them run from inside the wall of water before the currents pull him away completely. He’s fighting for his fucking life trying to swim, but the currents are wilding out and he eventually runs out of breath. We see his eyes start to close, as a shadow appears beneath him.

Jack and Carina are completely surrounded by the Spanish and Salazar starts to taunt them, but then a fucking scary ass monster emerges from the wall of water, with Henry in its arms. The Spanish are startled, Carina is fucking terrified, but Jack is like holy shit William moment and calls out for him. While Salazar looks back at Jack like you know this fucking thing, Will draws his sword, his crew join up behind him and they charge the spanish.

As the two cursed crews clash, Carina runs to get Henry and Jack tries to follow her, but gets cut off by Salazar who’s fucking committed to killing him dead. He does a number on Jack, but then gets interrupted by Will and the two of them go at it.

battle continues

Up on the Pearl, Gibbs and the gang spot English ships coming towards them. The crew all agree they should get the fuck out, but this is when Barbossa arrives and is like absolutely the fuck not. He argues the Revenge, which is also on the horizon, can handle them fine and tells the crew to drop anchor.

We get more of the fighting on the seabed, and as it goes on, Salazar’s crew very slowly start disintegrating, as Will’s crew get more and more monstrous the longer the fight goes on bc like that loophole is Not perfect. This is happening with Salazar and Will themselves as well, with pieces of skin and stuff breaking off of Salazar and Will barely recognisable + snarling like a beast or whatever.

While this is going on, Carina is pulling Henry away from it all since he’s still unconscious, and Jack is making his way through the fight, trying to get to the trident. He eventually gets to it, and has a moment of triumph, then hears some horrific screech and looks to see Will just kind of biting into Salazar, ignoring everything Salazar throws at him. Jack tries to use the trident but has absolutely no idea how it works and eventually just runs at the two of them, tackling Will back into the water proper. They have a little moment where Will seems to regain some sense, and Jack just shakes his head at him since he can’t talk because underwater. It’s interrupted when Salazar yanks Jack out, now looking completely messed up. His crew are calling for him as they try to retreat back to the water, but Will’s crew - who are doing the same - stop them, and they start disappearing. Salazar ignores them, just focused on kicking Jack around.

Henry finally wakes up, and he and Carina have a cute little moment where she hugs him, and the two of them assess the situation. They eventually figure out the break the trident thing, and yknow. do that. Salazar immediately realises something’s up, which gives Jack an opening to scurry away. We get to see him reassembling, as well as the crew of the Dutchman getting uncursed. They can still chill underwater tho like they’re fine.

Salazar is just sort of basking in his new normal skin and such, while Jack, Henry and Carina gather and start thinking about how to get the fuck out. This becomes more urgent as the sea starts to close up again. They start running, with Salazar on their heels and things look dire until Barbossa drops down on the Pearl’s anchor. The gang gets on and starts to climb, and it’s a bit of a struggle with Salazar hanging onto the anchor. He makes a grab for Carina at which point Barbossa makes his sacrifice, right as the water closes in around them.

battle ends

The crew of the Pearl watch in horror as the water swallows the anchor and panic trying to decide what to do. The English are close now, and the Revenge is right by them, and there’s some debate between the two equally goofy crews, before a shot rings out. The crews briefly panic before realising it’s not the English firing, but the Empress and a few other ships, which have suddenly appeared. This scares the English off, and the pirates cheer.

The Dutchman surfaces near the Empress, and we find that the gang are all safe onboard. Some cute moments as everyone checks if everyone is alright, Carina asking Barbossa why he saved her and him having the perfect moment for a dramatic reveal but choosing not to etc. Then Will shows up and he and Henry get to reunite and it’s very emotional. Elizabeth boards the Dutchman in full pirate king getup and it’s everything. We finally get a whole family reunion and both her and Will chastise Henry for running off on his own. Carina watches looking kind of melancholy and Jack like idk pats her on the shoulder or whatever.

pirates in the caribbean karaoke dance party

I think the crews should all have a cute little get together on the Empress. I think they’ve earned it. Lots of cute character interactions here like idk telling old stories and stuff.

After a while things do get a bit more serious. We get a scene with Will and Elizabeth where he explains that while he’s no longer bound to the Dutchman he still feels like he needs to do the job, since he’s seen what happens to those souls lost at sea when there’s no one there to take care of them and he’s still technically captain. It’s not horrible tho bc he’s much more free now and can come back and say hi when he wants to. Still emotional.

Everyone is starting to split up - Jack and Barbossa are on like okay terms and toy with the idea of sailing together though on different ships. Henry and Carina talk and Henry says he’s going to sail with Elizabeth and invites Carina to come along. She’s not 100% in tho bc of the melancholy and eventually says she can’t. She says she will still be sailing though bc she wants to see the sea or whatever and while Henry is disappointed he’s still supportive and is like yeah maybe you’ll find your dad. Carina is like hahaha yeah (looking at Jack) maybe I will and the two part ways.

sequel baity post credits scene

goes here idk

character notes

Henry: feels guilty after he basically worsened Will’s curse and wants the trident to break that curse

Carina: as a child she dreamed of finding the trident, becoming famous and as such drawing her father out of hiding and sort of “earning” his love, but she has long since given up on that and now just wants to be famous, having grown up with absolutely zilch

Jack: has basically given up on life, walks a tightrope between nihilistic and actively suicidal, but comes to care for Henry and Carina as the adventure goes on

Barbossa: motivated first by self-preservation, but then by wanting to help Carina

Salazar: still just kind of the devil

do u guys wanna see my doc titled dmtnt rewrite maybe idk you have to promise not to call it cringe

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Hypnos x Male! Reader (From Wake Me From This Dreaming), Y/N x ocs, Hypnos x ocs, Achilles x Patroclus, Zagreus/meg/Thanatos in later chapters.

Pirate AU

Word count: 7k

Warnings: Dark Romance, enemies to lovers, violence, cursing, deaths, sexual themes in later chapters, all the good and bad that comes from pirate life, no beta

Notes: Hi! It's been a while! I like to thank everyone for waiting and I hope this part was worth the wait. This is a mix of Hypnos’pov and YN’s pov.

Please heed warnings.

(Ten years old.)

Hypnos jerked awake, gasping and with tears spilling down his face. He sat up in his huge bed, trying to stay quiet for Thanatos’ sake.

The nightmare had seemed so real.

Hypnos tried to wipe away his tears, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. The closed, dark velvet canopy around his bed should have muffled any sounds. Hypnos shoved down his blankets and taking a deep breath, he peeked out to his shared bedroom.

Across from Hypnos and in his own bed, Thanatos was hidden by the same dark velvet canopy.

Once, Hypnos could have shoved aside those curtains, curled against his twin’s warm body and he could have lied to himself that he wasn’t alone.

Hypnos silded out his bed, his bare feet hitting the cold stone floor. He didn’t bother to grab anything but his coat with him. Thanatos had the hearing of a bat and Hypnos knew his time was limited.

Once in one of the impossibly long hallways, he let out a breath.

The windows were lit by a full moon, the light shining through the occasional ceiling to floor windows, the others blocked the moonlight totally by their dark curtains. It created a patchwork look as Hypnos went down it.

Judgmental faces of his dead family members watched his every step but Hypnos pressed a finger against his lips, grinning at his own private joke.

He made sure to not run, keeping his footsteps light and noiseless. He had been caught before and it always ended with him grounded to his room, only with bread and cheese for food and only a math book for anything to do for a week.

This time, Hypnos was very determined not to get caught.

He grinned when he saw the balcony. His home was a three story house, high up on the cliffs. There were several balconies but this was the best one. It was the only balcony on the third floor that faced the sea. This close, he could already hear the sea. He unlocked the glass doors, a cold gust of wind hitting his warm face.

Hypnos took a deep breath, the cold sharp and painful and so wonderful. He closed the door behind him. The sounds of waves hitting the cliffside filled the air, the smell of salt was sharp and Hypnos took another greedy breath.

There was something about the sea itself that smoothed his very soul. Even after that nightmare.

He went to the iron railing, wrapping his fingers around the black bars. The seas were dark as the sky itself with the moon and the faint stars separated them.

Without it, the water might as well be the void itself. There was a single lighthouse far off the coast, its warm light faint in the fog.

It felt like Hypnos saw everything all at once, the possibilities endless.

“Hypnos.” A soft voice broke the air and Hypnos jerked. He whirled around, guilt plain on his face.

Lady Nyx stood there, covered up by her dark rope. Between her pale skin and black hair, she looked like belonged to the night itself.

“Mama- I mean Mother.“ Hypnos spoke but she held up a hand, stopping his words in their tracks. For the first time ever, she stepped out there with him. She was taller than him, taller than most people. She had always been an imposing woman. Her slim hands rested on the railing and Hypnos watched in confusion.

Normally by now, she would be taking Hypnos back to his room, her mouth tight in disapproval.

It was only when the wind shifted that he could smell the wine on her.

“I met your father on a night like this. Did I ever tell you that, my little starborn?” Nyx asked, staring at the lighthouse. “He had such a gentle voice.”

“No, I don't think so.” Hypnos said quietly, staring up at her with wide, golden eyes.

“Erebus wasn’t a starborn like we were. But he was kind to me. Always tried to put a smile on my face. You have his curls. And his smile.” Nyx said so softly that the wind almost took the words before Hypnos heard it.

Hypnos was stunned into silence. Nyx never talked about his father. Or at least until now. He licked his lips, and while he knew it was a risky thing, he had to try.

“What was Father like?”

Please. Tell me. Just one thing, mama. He pleaded to whatever gods would hear his prayer. There was no trace of his father, not even a picture. Only an unseen ghost that haunted the house.

“Good. He was a good man. And very playful. I don’t think I've seen him angry. He liked chasing after the seagulls.” Nyx smiled down at him, looking soft in a way he wasn't used to seeing her. “He had a story he used to tell to you and your brothers about the first starborns. Would you like to hear it?”

“Yes mama.” Hypnos said, staring up at her. The sea clashed against the white sand, and the stars’ shine seemed so far away yet so close.

“Long, long ago, before pen had ever touched paper. There was once a man who was a simple fisherman but a lover of the stars. He knew every single one by heart. But he had a soft spot for the smallest one he could see.” Nyx said more to the crashing of the sea than her son, the low and haunting words becoming one with the waves.

“Every night, he would walk out onto the beach to admire the stars and to speak to them. People would call him moon mad but it wasn't enough to stop him.”

It was getting colder, his breath coming out in white puffs and he couldn’t feel his toes anymore. But he listened. Even as young as he was, he knew he would never hear her speak of this again.

“One night, there was something different. He noticed there was a star missing. His star. He called out to it, pleading for its return. It never did. So he packed a bag and set sail.” Nyx sighed.

“He looked everywhere for the missing star, days and nights. Then a powerful storm came and he drowned.”

Hypnos flinched, his eyes going toward the sea. Nyx didn’t notice or she acted like she didn’t.

“His dying wish for the missing star was so strong that it brought it back to life, golden and beautiful. Sick with grief that it never felt before, the star gave up its place in the void for the fisherman and became mortal themselves, following him to no other star have ever gone."

Nyx laughed quietly. "Other stars were horrified by it but some… Some of them followed, hungry to know something besides the cold void."

Her voice faded, the selfish wind taking it for itself.

Hypnos swallowed, unable to say anything past the knot in his throat. For long moments, Nyx said nothing, staring out into the sea.

Then quietly she said. "He always told the story so much better than I could."

Then, in a moment that didn’t feel real, she looked back at him. “Why are you out here, starborn?”

“I had a nightmare.” Hypnos admitted.

“Of what, my child?”

Hypnos stared out to the sea, more void than water. More of a mystery than space itself.

“Of drowning.” He whispered.

(Before part one.)

Hypnos scoffed, took one look at his brothers’ faces then he scoffed again. He gestured to the maps, to the unsavory group that Charon managed to wrangle. From where, Hypnos didn’t know but if someone told him from the pit of the underworld, he would believe them.

“Surely, we can agree this is madness, yes? Hermes. Please back me up here. I beg of you.” Hypnos pleaded.

Hermes offered him an easy smile, seemingly untouched by the whole matter. His eyes darted to the map on the table.

The map that claimed to be the resting place of Persephone’s Hope. It was an old story, one that even the roughest pirate would whisper with reverence. Their dirty hands stilled on their cups, their sea worned faces softened for a woman that was more myth than anything else.

“It’s an idea, and better than whatever else we have.” Hermes admitted, a hand on Charon’s shoulder. Wordlessly, Charon covered Herems’ hand with his own. Pale and boney against Hermes' tanned skin.

Hypnos laughed, his golden eyes darted to each of them. “No. We are courting the fates right now. Do you understand? I don’t care whatever Zeus or Hades offered us. It will cost us everything, even our lives. Especially since we know Achilles himself is after this. ”

“You’re being overly dramatic.” Thanatos snapped, “If we don’t do this, you know very well what Hades will do. We can’t do that to our mother.”

Hypnos’ mouth shut with a clink, his fingers drumming against the wood. He looked at the cursed map again.

Hypnos wasn’t the most world weary traveler but even he could tell how deadly this adventure would be. Especially for people like them. Hypnos nor Thanatos traveled long on the sea, only short trips. Charon had traveled more overall but the sea and the rivers were two very different things.

Not to mention the pirates.

Achilles and his men were not to be messed with. Hypnos heard what happened between hushed voices in the bars. If he remembered right, there were at least several heads dangling from the ships’ hull and he had no desire for his head to be added.

And as much as Hypnos adored the sea, it was a deadly thing best stayed far away from. He wasn’t planning on losing his life to something like this.

“This is a bad idea.” Hypnos repeated. From the hard look on their faces, he knew he already lost the battle.

Thanatos stood tall and strong in a way Hypnos simply wasn’t. His narrowed eyes lingered on Hypnos for a single moment. He sighed at Hypnos, a faint arrogant shadow on his face then he pressed a finger on where ‘X’ marked the spot.

“If we leave by morning, we can be there in three to four weeks.” Thanatos said. Charon leaned forward, pointing to the multiple ports and spoke in a low voice. Hypnos only watched in silence, dread rolling deep inside of his guts.

The plan was unfolding right before Hypnos’ eyes. There was no way they were going to get out of this unscathed.

A flash of a nightmare, so real that it felt more like a memory, came to Hypnos. His hands reaching up uselessly to the surface of water, his last few precious breath going up as bubbles-

He forced himself to take a deep breath. He couldn’t let his fear overwhelm him. There were no more choices now, Hypnos wouldn't allow anything to happen to his brothers.

Losing their father had broken their mother. He knew she wouldn’t be able to handle losing Thanatos or Charon as well.

Hypnos leaned over and tapped at Port Tartarus. There was always cheap labor that they could use. “We need to make sure they can't get us once we have it. They are going to follow us all the way. We need lighter ships that can surpass them.”

Thanatos paused, surprised then he nodded.

The approving smile from his twin was worth any fear Hypnos felt.

(Current.)

There were many things about Hypnos that drove his family up the wall. His inability to keep a room clean, constantly forgetting important events but the main one was his power to fall asleep anywhere.

Monie was curled against his stomach, her small body was the only warm thing he touched in what seemed like forever. The chains were just long enough to allow him to lay down. He brushed her far softly, getting a huff out of her. He missed his coat, he had taken it off for a moment to cool off and when he turned around, it was gone.

It was his fault really, for trusting pirates to not steal his stuff. He should count his blessing that he still had his boots.

So Hypnos dozed. He existed somewhere between the worlds of dreams and memories and he would give anything to be back home, with his books and soft bed.

If Hypnos somehow survived this whole mess, he might give away all of his books on pirates. He had quite enough of them to last a lifetime. He used to devour those books as a child, wishing he was brave enough to join a rough crew and sail the seven seas.

Only he didn’t plan to be the kidnappee.

Hypnos cracked his eyes open, knowing there was only darkness to greet him.

How did it go so wrong? Hypnos was supposed to be one of the ships flanking the main ship, a decoy should the feared Achilles caught up to them before they were ready.

They had a plan only Hypnos’ crew never showed up and he never heard from his brothers or Hermes once they split up. From what he last knew they were still looking for the treasure.

Then you found Hypnos first and were very pissed off that his brothers already had it. For that matter, how the hell did Jason know before Hypnos? That should be the only reason Jason wanted him.

Achilles nor any of his men wasn’t supposed to be in port Tartarus. Achilles should have been chasing Charon’s ship, The River Man. They had all thought he would risk going to Elysium for the prize, and right into the trap Hermes laid out for the pirates.

Achilles was more terrifying than Hypnos could have thought possible but there was something off. Hypnos had been told he was a leader among men, a true king of pirates but what he saw… Achilles looked more like a desperate animal, in pain, enraged and cornered. Which meant Achilles needed that treasure as badly as they did for some reason.

Then there was you. Achilles’ son and right hand man.

Just like your father, your name carried a heavy weight. Well known for quick and brutal deaths, you weren’t one to be cross. Hypnos knew it for a fact, those screams will haunt him for the rest of his days.

You had told him not to look away but he did.

Hypnos couldn’t help it. It was only when the screaming stopped that he dared to look up. You stared at him and Hypnos was sure he was next, that you knew he kept his eyes closed the whole time but you had turned away and Hypnos curled up in on himself.

Hypnos thought of the intensity in your eyes, the low tone of your voice, the quiet and rough laugh you made when Hypnos surprised you. Hypnos hated to admit it but you were handsome. You could have easily passed as one of the heroes right out of Hypnos’ books.

It was a shame you were a monster.

But you haven’t laid a finger on him, not really. If anything, you seemed hesitant to do so, even redirected Achilles away from him when Achilles wanted to add him in the line up.

There was so much Hypnos was missing. There were so many moving chess pieces that Hypnos couldn’t see. Especially trapped in the middle of an enemy ship.

With a sigh, he accepted that- for now- there was nothing he could do. He might as well try to rest.

“Sweet dreams, Monie.” He told his companion quietly.

He didn’t know when he heard the sound of the door unlocking. He sat up, blinking at the studden light. You stood in the doorway, the oil lamp casting shadows. Your eyes narrowed at him, and his heartbeat speeded up.

Monie was growling but Hypnos shushed her, he didn’t want to risk her safety. He kept her in his arms as you closed the door. You didn’t say a word as you locked it then went over to the table to place the oil lamp down.

Hypnos tried to guess what could have caused this. He hasn't broken anything nor did he steal anything even if those oranges had looked very appetizing.

With a firm pet, he placed Monie on the floor. “Stay.” He ordered as he stood, his chains rattling. She obeyed, her growl low and fierce.

“Forgive me for waking you up, love?” You asked, smirking at the scowl Hypnos gave at the nickname. If he had known you were going to keep using it, he would have picked something else.

“Don’t bother. Why are you here in the middle of the night?” Hypnos asked, biting on his lip without realizing it. You were quiet for a long moment, eyes lingering on his face. Then you walked over, and Monie growled louder.

You stayed just out of reach, “Did you go to medical school?”

Hypnos blinked, not expecting that line of question. “Why are you asking?”

“Don’t respond with a question.” You snapped. Your eyes darted over to Monie then back to him sharply.

You reached for him, unlocking him the wall, your hands rough on his shoulders. Monie barked over and over, snarling. Without much effort, you started to drag Hypnos out of the room and he stumbled, trying to keep up.

“Come along, you and I are going for a walk.” You told him, the sweetness in your tone was like poison. Hypnos shook his head but he didn’t try to fight. Not yet. Even as his heart pounded in his chest.

The sharp gust of icy sea air was a shock to his system. He blinked, and turned to face you.

Only You buried a hand in Hypnos’ curls and pinned him against the railing, bending him over by the waist. Hypnos winced at the sudden pain, eyes going wide at the pitch black ocean.

"I have questions and you are going to answer them." You said quietly. “Or you will be tossed overboard and I will be the only one to know.”

But the word meant almost nothing to him.

For a moment, he was a child trapped in the unrelenting pressure of cold and salty water. And no one to help him- he took a deep breath, then another.

This close, he was aware of how warm you were and he shuddered, a spark of need in his stomach. He felt betrayed by his own body and he closed his eyes. He curled his fingers into the wood, wishing for a moment that he was brave enough to jump. Just to spite you.

“Usually this happens at the end of a romantic moonlit walk.” Hypnos snapped, mind racing. But he was blanking out of any ideas. It had been a very long day before all of this and he was worn down from all the work and little food and water he had. Sure it was only a few days but time dragged when on the open sea.

You pulled him away from the railing and Hypnos felt like for a moment he could breathe again.

Then You leaned forward, your mouth pressed against the shell of his ear. Your body was solid and heavy against him. Gods, you were so warm that he was sure touching you would burn Hypnos alive, like paper to flame.

His breath hitched and he knew you heard it.

“Take a lot of moonlit walks then?” You rumbled, faint amusement curling in your tone.

Bastard.

Hypnos flushed, turned his head to glare at you. Your face was close enough that he saw the different flicks of colors in your eyes.

“It wasn’t an invitation. Especially not for you.” He snapped. “Why am I out here?”

The mood shifted, the smirk dropping off your face. You pulled away, your hand still tight in his hair. “Tell me what you said to Skelly, are you a doctor?”

“What- no. I’m not. Please don’t make me remove somebody’s pus-filled leg.” Hypnos yelped in disgust.

“Then what were you telling Skelly?” You asked, giving his curls a sharp tug in warning.

“I was telling the old man about my brothers. One of them was trying to decide between medical or law school before this whole mess.” Hypnos said, his brow furrowed. “Why are you asking me?”

You watched him for a long moment, clearly doubtful but you must have seen something in Hypnos’ face and you let him go. Hypnos straightened himself up, running a hand through his curls to smooth away the stinging but he didn’t step away.

“Do you have any information on what happened between your brothers and my crew?” You asked, crossing your arms and leaned on the rail with your hips.

It was clear you didn’t expect Hypnos to try to escape or maybe you were confident enough that you could stop him before he could do anything.

With a twist of his mouth, Hypnos had to admit you weren’t wrong. Even among other men, you looked strong, arms and thighs heavy with muscles. And he knew how fast you could move.

“I don’t know anything. I told them to avoid everyone they could.” Hypnos said. What he didn’t admit was that he helped his brothers with every part of the planning. But that still didn’t explain why they haven’t gotten in touch with him. A thorn in Hypnos’ side, a nagging worry that won't go away.

You hummed, your eyes thoughtful. Hypnos glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. It was clear Hypnos was going to have to sacrifice a pawn to get anything from you.

“I didn’t even know they found it. I had thought they were still looking for it, I was supposed to join them but my crew never showed up. Then you darkened my doorstep and here I am.” Hypnos rambled a bit.

Hypnos placed a hand on the railing, steadying himself as the cool wing ruffled his hair. “The whole reason we are even in this mess is because of stupid dream we all had as kids. You know, find hidden treasures and see the world.”

He hoped it would touch some gentle part of you. Most little boys dreamed of being a pirate at one point or another. Surely you couldn’t be that different.

“Can I ask what exactly my brothers did?” Hypnos asked, glancing over to you. There was a moment where he thought it wasn’t enough but then you sighed.

“Your brothers might end up being responsible for Patroclus’ death.”

The name caused Hypnos’ inside to turn into ice. Very slowly, he took a deep breath then let it out. Of all the stupid mistakes Thanatos and Charon could have made.

Hypnos warned them goddamn it.

He had told them about what happened to Hector.

“I see.” Hypnos’ words came out cracked as he rose back up. His hands were trembling, he noted, staring down at them. “How? They have never killed anyone before. I think.”

You leaned forward and curled a finger under his chin, and tilted his face up. His cheeks flushed, but he didn’t look away from your burning stare. “They ordered one of their men to ‘take care’ of Patroclus. We think the wound is infected and nothing is working. My father had been watching the love of his life dying right in front of his eyes for days now.”

Hypnos swallowed.

“You think what we did to Captain Jason was horrible, just wait until we get our hands on your brothers. Nothing will save them.” You finished, and for a moment he thought he heard a touch of regret.

Hypnos faintly shook his head, trying to come up with something then he realized. His eyes snapped toward yours.

“Wait. Patroclus is still alive?” Hypnos reached up, wrapping a hand around your wrist but he didn’t pull it off. “Tell me, yes or no?”

“Barely. But yes, Pa is still alive.” You told him, yanking your wrist away and Hypnos didn’t bother to try to hold on.

“Tell me exactly what happened. Why can’t your ship’s doctor do anything?” Hypnos ordered.

You laughed, sharp and bitter. “Because Pa is our doc- never mind. Why should I tell you anything?”

“Because I might be able to help.” Hypnos snapped back. “I might not be a doctor but I know- I mean, I’ve been told who is on the ships. I bet I will know something you don’t.”

Hypnos leaned forward.“Please give us both a chance, you to save Patroclus and me to save my brothers."

"Do you really think it would be enough to help them?" You asked. “The second they did that to Pa, they were dead men walking.”

"Then as far as I can tell, I have nothing to lose by helping if we are dead no matter what." Hypnos said quietly. "All I know is that helping Patroclus means a chance to save my brothers."

The moment stretched into infinity, a breath held between heartbeats. A moment to change everything.

Then you told him.

Of how the first encounter went, then the second and of the deaths on both sides. It got ugly, real fast. Hypnos cursed himself for not going with his brothers. If he had, this whole mess might have been avoided.

“Then some fucking ugly goat looking asshole stabbed Pa. We got him back on the ship but there was this broken off blade inside and then the infection came-“

“Wait. Was the blade hollowed out? And the wound is not super deep?” Hypnos reached over and grabbed both of your arms, your flesh warm under his palm. He felt breathless.

Your brow furrowed then you nodded. He shook you slightly, a real smile blooming on his face for the time in what felt like forever. He didn’t even care that you were staring at him like he was mad.

“Satyr. That was Satyr! He gave Patroclus poison.” Hypnos told you. “I can help. I know exactly what he uses. Now do you guys have any activated charcoal?”

The small treatment room- or walk in closet if Hypnos was being honest - was stuffed full of jars and odd bits that Hypnos didn’t recognize. Hypnos had been to doctors who didn’t have half of the stuff he saw in here. It was impressive, just as long as he didn’t think about where they got it from.

Both you and him were going through everything, trying to find it. You were towering before but in the very tiny room, you took up a good chunk of space and Hypnos had to be careful of every step, so he didn’t bump into the medications.

“What does it look like?” You demanded, glaring down at a large jar filled with some green liquid. You gave it a shake and it shifted like wet jello. You put it back on the bookcase with a grunt of disgust.

“Black power. Like ash kinda? It shouldn’t have a smell.” Hypnos said, frowning at the labels. Patroclus was neat, labeled everything and Hypnos could tell he had some type system but it would seem that Patroclus was the only one who knew it.

His twin would have been in heaven, Thanatos loved this kind of stuff and as kids, they spent hours together with Thanatos explaining medicine to him. Hypnos shook his head, refoucing. Right now, he needed to find that damn power. For their sakes.

It was the way the lamp’s light caught on a one small jar way high up that Hypnos realized what it was. Without even pausing to think, he started to climb. The bookcase gave a warning creek and you whirled around.

“Hey!” You grabbed him by the waist, keeping Hypnos in place. And Hypnos was very aware how large and warm your hands felt against the thin linen of his shirt. “Don’t do that. Pa will give us both a whipping. We have a step stool, you know.”

Hypnos pointed up at the bookcase, twisting his head back to look at you. “I think I saw it up there. The short, fat one.”

Your eyes followed to where Hypnos was pointing to. There was a nervous pause in your expression, like a child who was about to do something they knew their parents wouldn’t like. It almost made Hypnos laugh from seeing it on a grown man such as yourself.

With a scowl, you lifted him up closer to the top and Hypnos grabbed it. The label was peeling but the words ‘Charcoal’ were written in plain, neat letters. Hypnos let out a loud cheer.

“I think this is it.” Hypnos said as you brought him back down gently to the floor. Like this, you and him were close, not even an arm length away. But Hypnos didn’t care about personal space right now.

Hypnos gave it over, tapping the lid. “Just a tablespoon for now. It doesn’t take much from what Thanatos told me. Make sure he drinks some water as he takes it. Or mix it if you have to.”

You frowned at it then glanced up at him. The buttery warm light softened you in a way Hypnos hadn't seen before, and you looked hopeful and suddenly, he was struck by it. His heartbeat fluttered, not able to look away.

Then you stepped backward, your expression hidden by shadows and the moment was lost.

On the way back to the room that Hypnos was coming too familiar with, your hand wrapped around his elbow, Hypnos spoke up. “Since I was so helpful, can Monie and I get some food tomorrow? Maybe even orange?”

“If Pa lives.” You replied.

Hypnos sighed then a thought came to him. “Why do you call him Pa?”

Your eyes narrowed in a glare. A warning sign not even Hypnos could miss. “Because he is my other parent.”

“Oh.” Hypnos said, grimacing at the very familiar door. At least Monie will be in there. “I hope the medicine works then. I know how much it hurts to lose a parent.”

Before he could say something else, you pinned him against the wall, slamming a hand down next to his head, causing Hypnos to wince. You scowled down at him. Hypnos blinked up at you, cheeks flushing and oh, he hated that his traitorous body was responding to someone like you.

“Whatever game you are playing right now, stop it.” You snarled, lending close that your face was a hairbreadth away from his.

"Not playing, you dumb troglodyte. I am telling the honest truth." Hypnos snapped back. “Now stop it. Go tend to your parents. Or jump the sea and be eaten by sharks. See if I care.”

You scoffed, unimpressed.

“Aww, do you want me to tell you what troglodyte means?” Hypnos said sweetly because for some reason being near you throws his sense of self-preservation to the wind.

“I know what it means, you spoiled brat.” You rumbled softly. Hypnos’ eyes flicked toward your mouth just for a second then when he met your eyes, he realized you saw. There was a beat, warmth flooding his stomach then luckily for Hypnos’ sanity, you pulled away. Without another word, you opened the door and shoved him though.

Monie’s pink tongue rolled out her mouth, her fluffy tail was moving in a blur. Hypnos heard the door locked behind him.

You have left him unchained. For now. Hypnos went toward Monie, murmuring comforting nonsense. He sat down, back against the wall and crossed his legs and with a whimper, Monie crawled into his lap.

Hypnos petted her, letting her softness comfort him. Her cold wet nose bumped against his arm, she was already falling back to sleep. Hypnos just stared at the wall, his mind swirling.

(Y/N’s POV)

The jar weighed like nothing but you felt like you were carrying the world in your pocket. You reached for it, needing to be sure that it was there. You let out a breath, hurrying down to your parents’ room.

Zagreus and Skelly were waiting for you close by the door. Their faces lightened up when you gave a single nod.

“I will explain it later. Right now, I need to give this to Pa.” You told them.

“Do you think Father will let you give it to him?” Zagreus whispered. It wasn't an unwarranted question, Achilles had grown more and more paranoid of anyone not family. It was likely your father would accuse you of falling for a starborn’s trick.

“It doesn’t matter what Father thinks right now. This is the only thing we have until we can get to Port Asphodel.” You said quietly.

Then with a breath, you knocked on the door.

There was no response and you frowned. You pressed an ear against the wood, trying to hear anything. There were no sounds, only the backdrop of the ship creaking.

You took a breath. You didn’t really think you would need to fight Achilles but you remembered the fevered look in those blue eyes. You opened the door, eyes immediately going to the bed.

Patroclus was still in bed, covered by layers of blankets to keep him warm. The slow rise and fall of his chest was the only sign that he was still alive. Achilles was slumped in the chair, his chin resting on his chest.

It was the first time you had seen him asleep in days. He must have passed out. You turned back to Zagreus and Skelly. “He is sleeping. Stay out here and don’t come in unless needed. I will call if I need help.” You ordered.

Should your Father awaken, you wanted his anger on you alone. Zagreus was too soft hearted and Skelly might not admit it but he wasn’t the fighter he used to be.

They nodded, even though they gave each other a doubtful glance that you firmly ignored, you went in.

You kept your footsteps as light as possible with the heavy boots and with one eye on Achilles. Your heart ached just seeing them like this. It was bad enough the first time they thought they had lost Patroclus.

With gentleness, you shook Patroclus awake. Dull and dark eyes opened up, Patroclus’ mouth twisted in pain.

“Medicine.” You whispered, not convinced that he would even understand you. He blinked once and his mouth parted slightly. With a hand on his back, you held him sit up and Patroclus gasped in pain.

Quickly as you could, you opened up the jar and dumped a good amount in the cup of water by Patroclus’ table and used a spoon to stir it up.

“You have to drink all of it, alright?” You held the glass to his lips and it took a moment that felt forever before Patroclus began drinking. Thankfully he did without too much an issue, making a faint sound of disgust.

“Yeah. I know. Just think of revenge for giving all that cough medicine when I was a kid.” You teased him, relief flooding your system. It was too soon to know and you knew that but hope was a living thing inside of you and you didn’t have it in you to scuff it out.

With a fresh cup of water and some painkillers that Patroclus only took a sip of before his eyes dropped shut. You placed him back down and lifted his shirt up to check on the wound.

It was freshly clean and wrapped neatly by your Father earlier. A quiet show of love and care.

“Lad?” Achilles slurred, blinking at you. You covered Patroclus up and gave your father a smile, praying he didn’t notice the medicine. You shifted, trying to block it from sight

“Just checking on Pa. Go back to sleep. I can stay up to keep an eye on everything.” You said. Achilles was quiet for a moment, a frown on his face. Then he sighed, closing his eyes.

You let out a breath, your shoulders slumped.

Only Achilles jerked forward, moving at a speed you never been to quite match. You moved to block him but your father grabbed the cup, and shoved you back. He held the cup to the light.

Black remnant was left inside the cup and slowly, he looked back at you. Your jaw tightened, not looking away from his glare.

“What.” Achilles hissed. “What have you done?”

“I helped Pa. That's all.” You said, keeping your voice calm. “It’s medicine. Remember how the blade was broken up? There was poison inside of it. This will help.”

Achilles narrowed his eyes. “And how exactly did you work that out?”

You hesitated.

He matched over to, fisting your shirt and shook you. “What in the hell did you give him?! Who told it he was poisoned?”

You grabbed your father’s arm so he wouldn’t keep shaking you. You heard the door open but didn’t turn around to look. Nor did Achilles, his glare locked on you.

“It is activated charcoal. It won’t hurt Pa even if it doesn’t work.” You told him. You hoped your own controlled voice would calm your father down but it only aggravated him more.

Achilles leaned to your face, teeth bared.

“And who told you that?” His words were soft. Deadly.

“It doesn’t matter-“

“Me. Aye! It was me.” Skelly interrupted, hobbling over before Zagreus could stop him. The old man used a hand to beat his chest. “If you're gonna hit anyone, sunny. It's gonna be old Skelly.”

He raised two knobby hands, curled into fists. “Come on, boy. Show this old mutt a new trick.”

Achilles said nothing for a long time, his breathing harsh. He was swaying from sheer exhaustion. He looked at you, at Skelly and Zagreus, then finally at Patroclus’ form. Then something shifted in his face.

“Fine. I- Fine. All of you out.” Achilles ordered, letting you go. He slumped back in his chair, eyes only for Patroclus. It was clear he would pass out again.

You placed a hand on Skelly’s shoulder and gilded them out. Zagreus let out a breath once the door was closed.

“That… went better than I thought it would.” Zagreus said quietly. Skelly grunted in agreement.

You rubbed your face, wishing that you had a flask on you. You glanced toward Skelly who eyed you.

“Thank you.” You told him after a pause.

The old man grunted again. “Ah. I could’ve taken him. Just keep your head on your shoulders, you understand me?”

You murmured an agreement. You and Zagreus watched him walk off then Zagreus crossed his arms.

“Why didn’t you tell Father?” His words were quiet, his mismatched eyes watchful. You meet his eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“We still need the starborn, remember? Both as a lure and a way into the island. Father would have killed him if he thought Hypnos was trying to hurt Patroclus.” You offered a shrug. “Believe me, my life would be a lot easier if we didn’t need to keep him around.”

“If you say so.” Zagreus rolled his eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You snapped back.

“Nothing. I’m just tired.” Zagreus held up his hands then he slumped against the wall. He slided down, sitting on the floor.

You let it go, joining him on the floor. Zagreus immediately placed his head on your shoulder, crossing his arms with a sigh.

It was a comfortable silence between brothers, and it didn’t take long for sleep to win over Zagreus. It spoke how exhausted he was, Zagrues was a night owl and rarely took naps.

His deep and even breathing made you feel soft, ridiculously so and you placed your head on his.

But your mind didn’t slow down.

It might not work. It might be too late for Pa and once Pa went, Achilles would tear a path of ruin and you weren’t sure you or Zagreus wouldn’t get caught in the path.

Unwillingly, the memory of Hypnos’ smile, beautiful and painfully real, flashed in your mind.

You had been right about his smile, he was absolutely stunning. Hypnos seemed to glow in the moonlight, his white curls a halo and you couldn't breathe for what seemed like forever, torn between wanting to claim his mouth or hurt him for doing this to you.

I know how much it hurts to lose a parent.

You shoved the unwelcome memory away. The less you thought of the starborn, the less that you knew about him, the better. With a sigh, you closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

Only for a faint haze of golden eyes to haunt your dreams.

Once when you were a very young child, you got to stay up late with Chrion and your parents. You don’t remember this night, not really. It returned to you in faint impressions and sometimes you weren’t sure you didn’t dream it up.

Achilles was lazily drumming his fingers against his chest, eyes closed and limp sprawled out on the floor. There was a bottle of rum, half empty. Your father was humming a song only known to him.

You were cuddling Patroclus, his arms around you and your head on his chest, drifting between worlds. You enjoyed this, Patroclus was soft in a way Achilles wasn’t and his voice was a smoothing hum. His heartbeat was steady under your ear.

Chiron was just as quiet, smelling faintly like sweet clover smoke. His voice was rougher but not unpleasantly so.

“-the starborns won’t allow it?” Patroclus said quietly and you heard something in his tone. Just enough to nudge you back to the waking world.

“I offered everything, even the damned ship.” Chiron sighed. Normally he sounded kind, patient. Not right now, he sounded like he was in pain. “Her father called off the wedding.”

There was a moment of silence, long enough to let you drift back to sleep and this time you didn’t wake up.

You didn’t hear Achilles sitting up and stumbled over. You didn’t hear the whispered words of a plan nor did you see the determined fire in Achilles’ too blue eyes.

You didn’t know what time you woke up, there were no windows down here. There was a sleepy mutter from Zagreus, still deeply asleep. You felt something tacky and realized that he had been drooling on you. Again.

With a grunt, you stood and almost caused Zagreus to fall on his face. He scowled up at you.

“You drooled on me.” You told him, kicking at his foot lightly.

Zagreus kicked back but missed. His scoff turned into a wide mouth yawn. You stepped over him and he stood with another yawn, rolling his neck.

Then you heard another noise from behind your parents’ door, the reason that you woke up and Zagreus perked up.

“-I’m fine. Let me-“ Patroclus’ voice came. It was still found weak but nothing like before. You went to knock, still wary of your father but Zagreus didn’t wait, pushing the door wide open.

“Pa!”

Both of your parents looked up, Achilles trying to keep Patroclus in bed and your pa with one foot out from under the cover. Your pa had lost some weight, and his skin was still ashy.

Patroclus was swaying a little, Achilles’ hand on his back the only thing holding him up but his dark eyes were bright in a way you haven’t seen in days. Your father looked like he couldn’t believe it and you felt the same.

Zagreus wrapped his arms around Patroclus, hiding his face in their Pa’s shoulder. Patroclus wrapped one arm around him, patting his back.

“Both of you.” Patroclus rasped, smiling at you. “You really do act too much like your father.”

You let out a faint laugh and joined your family.

#wake me from this dreaming #northern star fic

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words-etched-in-her-skin · 3 years ago

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I had an idea…

So maybe one day you’re in the castle with Alcina and you mouth off, or you l misplace something, or maybe you’re too needy and you start grinding on her favorite pillow and it gets on her nerves. Whatever the reason, she decides she needs to teach you a lesson (while also distracting you long enough for her to get work done).

So, she decides to take you to a broom closet or a similarly small room, tie you up, and leave you there. (From here I have to note that this is consensual just bc). Outside the room, she posts a note that says something to the effect of:

“free to use. Only 2 rules. #1-don’t hurt my pet. #2-don’t let my pet cum”.

She leaves the door unlocked so anyone in the castle can come in and take a few minutes to relieve some stress. Throughout the day you get quite a few visitors. Each of the daughters (one at a time obvi) pop by to say hello.

Bela decides to take the opportunity to study what you like/dislike. She stimulates you here and there but doesn’t let you get close to the edge. After a while she sits on your face.

Cass decides to be a sadist and really edge you. She consistently brings you close, but instead pulls away and makes you cry a bit in frustration.

Dani brings you a glass of water and some food. You eat while she rides a conveniently placed strap.

maids stop by, mostly just to gawk but a few decides to take the opportunity. After all, if you’re good enough to please Lady Dimitrescu, who’re they to say no to such an opportunity.

You’re eventually buster by a certain shy doll maker, and a rather rough, tentacled pirate (idk how else to describe fem Sal). Even a curious blonde cult leader uses you for a while.

By the end of the day, you’re absolutely exhausted, and more than a little pent up. You hear the unmistakable footsteps of your lady, and soon enough, she opens the door. “Hello my darling, how was your day?” She coos, more than a little bit of sarcasm in her voice). She unties you and scoops you into her arms. It takes everything you have not to fall asleep as she carries you to her room. Once you’re settled on her bed, she takes off her dress. “You look so tried, Draga Mea. I hope you have the energy for one more round”.

Needless to say, she fucks you thoroughly, finally letting you cum, stretched around her finger. Once you’ve ridden out your high, she takes you to her bath and washes you tenderly. You find yourself wrapped up in the softest of blankets with your lover holding you close.

“I’m sorry I had to punish you, little one” she whispers.

“That was a punishment?” You reply before falling asleep.

🥏 anon

Well, I... Ahem.. 👀👀👀👀 that is.. fuck.. kshdk 👀

Also.. I love that Dani brought them food 🥺

#depravity answered #anonymous #resident evil village #lady alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #donna beneviento #genderbent sal #while im unsure if the lady would share her pet with her daughters #i love how you wrote this #lsjdjskls #re8 asks

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arvinsescape · 3 years ago

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His rich girl, her pirate.

A/N: I’ve been watching way too much pirates of the Carribean and this popped into my head, a longer one again and I hope you all enjoy!! 💕

Warnings: Language, smut (minors do not engage), oral (f recieving), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), mentions of death. Maybe a few spelling mistakes.

Summary: He rescues her and she’s everything he ever wanted, even if he didn’t think so at first.

W/C: 6.8K

“Captain!” Tom heard his name shouted from outside his quarters on the ship, he was busy mapping out a new course, in search of some treasure or other. Tom dropped his pencil onto the table, huffing as it slid onto the floor with the sway of the tide.

“What?” He asked as he opened his door.

“We found someone.” His crewmate answered and Tom furrowed his brows, they were practically in the middle of nowhere.

“Someone?” Tom asked, brows furrowed as he followed his friend to the side of the ship, looking over and onto a few of the rocks below.

“There.” Another man shouted.

Tom followed the man’s finger and his eyebrows shot up at the sight. A woman was laid out on a rock, she looked almost dead, god knows how long she’d been there.

“Release the ladder.” Tom said, watching as one of his men threw the ladder over the side of the ship. “Stay here.” Tom ordered as he climbed over the side and onto the ladder.

“But captain,” one of his men stopped him. “It’s bad luck to bring a woman on board.” He continued and Tom rolled his eyes, this particular member of his crew had always been superstitious to a fault. “She might be a siren.” He panicked.

“I don’t hear her singing.” Tom grumbled as he continued down the ladder.

“Captain, you’ll bring bad luck to us all.” Chris shouted again and Tom ignored him as he jumped off the ladder. Tom moved carefully towards the figure, she was laid out on her front, back facing up, it looked bruised, and Tom wondered if she was in fact alive.

“How’d you get out here?” Tom asked himself as he carefully turned her figure over, he was in awe of her. She was possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, her dress was in tatters, probably because she’d ended up overboard, the water and rocks won’t have helped much. He knelt down next to her, pressing his head to her chest, she was alive, just barely but alive none the less.

The rain had started, covering everything in its path, including her. Tom huffed as he became soaked in rain water, it was heavy, the droplets big, probably a storm. He lifted her carefully and placed her over his shoulder, making his way back to the ladder, it was an awkward affair getting up the ladder with her on his shoulder.

“Captain, you should throw her back overboard, see the rain has come.” Chris said, drunk as usual.

“Christopher, we have sailed through storms and all sorts. If you are frightened of a little rain, perhaps it is you I should be throwing overboard.” Tom snapped as he made his way into his quarters, placing her figure down on his bed. “Where did you come from?” Tom asked to himself, taking in her figure properly now, with some light to help him see, it was late in the evening by now.

She was dressed in fine clothes, Tom could see that much, a noble woman? It wasn’t attire a pirate like himself was used to seeing that’s for sure. He watched as she struggled to breath, struggled to take large breaths, hers being short and shallow. Tom took in her dress and cursed before grasping his knife. He grasped the front of her dress being careful as he ran the knife through the material, freeing her from her corset.

It was almost immediate, a long breath was taken in her unconscious state. Tom was careful as he removed her torn dress, keeping his eyes trained on the task at hand, not on the skin he was revealing to himself. It had been a long time since he’d had a woman’s company, but this was nothing like those times, he needed to rid her of her wet clothing, get her into something dry so she could warm up.

He gasped as he took in the bruising around her stomach and chest, what had happened? Tom left to find one of his shirts, it was the best he could do. He carefully lifted her as put it on, taking note of the bruising to her back. Once successful, he pulled his sheets over her body, watching as she seemed to snuggle further into the warmth, letting out a sigh of content. Tom found himself smiling.

He left her alone in his bed, leaving his room as he went back onto the deck, locking his door behind him. Some of the men on this ship he wouldn’t trust as far as he could throw, his men now eyeing him.

“She’s alive and I demand that every one of you leave her be. She’s not to be harmed.” Tom snapped out and half the men looked deflated, it had been a while since any of them had had a woman’s company. Although Tom had never had a girlfriend and slept with quite a few women he still had respect for them, some of the men here didn’t.

“Captain, please listen to me.” He heard Chris. “She will bring death to us all, women shouldn’t come aboard a pirate ship.”

“We will drop her at the next port, what do you propose I do? Leave her to die?” Tom snapped, clearly growing annoyed with the man.

“If we live to see the next port.” Chris huffed back as he disappeared, probably to find more rum. Tom rolled his eyes as he made his way up to the wheel of the ship.

“How long until the next port?” He asked and watched as Harrison turned his head to him.

“Maybe three days, if the wind is kind.” He answered and Tom nodded. “We need more supplies?”

“No, I mean we could pick more up but no. We’ll be dropping the woman off, maybe she’ll find her way back home.” Tom answered and Harrison laughed.

“Don’t wanna keep her around?” Harrison joked as he nudged Tom with his shoulder.

“Harrison.” Tom warned.

“What? About time you found a woman.” Haz laughed.

“Yeah? Where’s yours?” Tom joked back and Harrison shrugged.

“I prefer the pirate life, if I ever met a woman who’d want to do this with me then I’d have a girlfriend, but they aren’t interested in the life of a pirate.” He laughed and Tom joined.

“Sure it’s not just because they find you as infuriating as I do?” Tom teased.

“Maybe I should be more like you, grumpy, snappy, bad tempered overall. You are more of a hit with the women than I am.”

Tom laughed as he clapped his best friend on the shoulder, making his way back to his room, unlocking the door. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, he glanced into his bedroom and furrowed his brows when he saw her figure had disappeared. He made his way into his room and found her in the corner, butter knife pointed at him. Tom held his hands up as she eyed him, distrust clear in her eyes.

“What is the meaning of this?” She asked and Tom found himself amused. Pushing down how beautiful your voice sounded to him.

“Meaning of what? I saved you.” Tom said back and she scoffed.

“You’ve kidnapped me.” She replied.

“Kidnapped? I don’t think that’s what this is.”

“You locked the door, like a hostage.” She snapped and Tom laughed, lowering his hands.

“To make sure you’re safe. I assume you haven’t grasped what kind of a ship you’re on.”

“Pirate, I gathered that much with your charts over there.” She said, Tom found something endearing about her, the way she challenged him, she was brave, he’d give her that.

“Okay sweetheart,” Tom started as he made his way towards her, she held the knife higher, and Tom easily took it from her grasp. “You won’t be doing much damage with that.” Tom laughed and she huffed.

“You undressed me.” She snapped and Tom made his way to one of the many chairs scattered around his quarters as he sat, and she followed. He took his boots off.

“The cold would have taken you if I hadn’t.” He pointed out. “Besides, I dressed you again didn’t I?” He mused.

“Such a gentleman,” she rolled her eyes. “I demand you take me back to my ship.” She said, voice firm but it amused the hell out of Tom.

“Your ship? I think we passed the wreckage just before we found you.” Tom laughed and watched as her face flared with anger.

“I do not appreciate your tone. Do you know who you’re talking to?” She said and Tom looked at her, she was clearly from money, that much he could tell, the way she carried herself and spoke was enough of an indication. He almost shook his head, she looked good in his shirt, thoughts of her wearing them more often drifting into his thoughts.

“Well, I’m sorry if I’m not the sort of man you are used to dealing with, but I am all you have at the moment sweetheart.”

“Y/N.” She snapped.

“Tom. Look, it’s been a long night, how about I have a bath drawn for you and you can warm up. I’ll have some food arranged to be brought here.” Tom spoke as he stood, pulling his shirt from his pants as he relaxed for the night, grabbing himself a drink. “Want one?” He asked as he handed her a glass with the liquor in it.

He watched as she took it, taking a sip before coughing. He laughed as he took the glass from her grip, handing her a glass of water instead, he watched as she drank it. It hadn’t dawned on him that she might be slightly dehydrated as he handed her the rest of the bottle filled with water. She didn’t waste much time in drinking it, she was so elegant in everything she did, such a lady, it had Tom slightly struck with her.

He called for his men to draw a hot bath, and then instructed them to bring some food to them. Tom placed his hand in the bath water, deeming it hot but not so hot that it would scold someone.

“Here.” Tom said as he held a hand out to her, she hesitantly took it, eyeing Tom and then eyeing the hot water. “Don’t worry,” he threw his hands up in defense as to put her at ease. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Do you have any clothes?” She asked, head held slightly higher than most women he was used to dealing with. She intrigued him, he wanted to know where she’d come from, how she’d ended up stranded. He shrugged.

“Not for women I don’t. I would have the clothes I found you in washed but they are somewhat in bits.” Tom smiled as he watched her furrow her brows. “I’m happy to try and find you something to wear for now.” He said and watched as she nodded. He smiled once more before making his way out of the room and shutting the door.

He heard a knock at his door, opening it to find Harrison with food in hand. He took a shot with his next question, shocked with the answer.

“You don’t happen to have a dress do you?”

“I do actually.” He said and Tom furrowed his brows. “One of the women I slept with last time we docked left it. It’s clean, might fit her.” Harrison shrugged and Tom smiled as he asked his friend to bring it, a few minutes later Haz reappeared, dress in hand as he handed it to him and bid him a goodnight.

Tom knocked on the door of the room she was in, watching as she answered, towel clad body eyeing him.

“One of the crew had this, here.” He said as he handed her the dress. A few minutes later and she was sat across from him as they ate, even the way you ate was graceful. The dress she had on made her look even more beautiful. “So, what is a woman like you doing so far out at sea?” He asked.

“I was accompanying my uncle to an isle nearby, we hit a storm.” She said, a sadness to her voice. “I suppose I should assume they are all dead?” She asked carefully and Tom couldn’t help but want to ease her nerves.

“You didn’t.”

“I suppose.” She smiled slightly. Tom finished his meal and placed both his feet up on the table, much to her horror. “Have you no manners?” She asked and Tom let out a laugh.

“Some. Probably not as many as you though princess.” She huffed at that.

“How is it I get stuck on a pirate ship?”

“Trust me, I’m not the worst one you could have gotten stuck with. You’re welcome by the way.” He said and she looked at him in confusion. “You know, for saving you.” He pointed out and she looked slightly embarrassed for a second before recovering.

“Yes, I suppose I never said thank you.” She said, stubborn tone. Tom liked her, one of the first women he’d met that didn’t want to be in his room.

“And you go on about my manners.” Tom teased and she laughed lightly, a beautiful sound to his ears.

“I’m sorry, I’m being judgmental. That isn’t kind of me.”

“I think I can forgive you.” He smiled and she joined before yawning into the back of her hand. “You should get some rest.” Tom said as he gestured back to his bed, and she looked at him like he had two heads.

“Just what are you insinuating?”

“Absolutely nothing. I can sleep anywhere however, I imagine the princess is only used to a bed.” He really fucking liked her, found her adorable, a challenge but he liked it.

The next day and she’d opened up slightly, less tense. The crew had taken an instant liking to her, Tom knew most of them were being nice in hopes she’d join them in their chambers and Tom laughed as he watched her face contort almost with disgust, they weren’t fooling her.

“It’s going to be tomorrow when we hit the port, the wind has been almost unbelievably kind.” Harrison informed Tom and Tom found himself almost sad, she was going to be leaving their company sooner than he’d hoped.

“Great.” Tom mumbled as he made his way back to his chambers where he found her tidying up. He raised his brows in question.

“Sorry, I just thought I’d tidy this place up a bit, it’s very messy.” She laughed and Tom smiled.

“I don’t care much for cleaning.” He said as he made his way to the music box he kept in his room, choosing a classical piece he’d stolen in one of the ports they’d sailed to.

“I didn’t take you for a man who listened to this sort of music.” She said and he looked at her before shrugging.

“It’s calming.” He said simply and she smiled.

“I had to dance to this once, I ridiculous man who wanted to be my husband.” She laughed and Tom smirked.

“The lady is not married?”

“No, much to my father’s annoyance. I refused to marry a man who drank too much and the last man he wanted me to marry was old enough to be my father.”

“Sounds like a shitty life, not being able to do what you want.” Tom said.

“It has some advantages. Life on the sea can’t be all that good.” She said but it wasn’t in judgment, more curiosity.

“I have seen more of the world than I imagine you have. I have the freedom to do as I wish.” Tom said honestly and she smiled.

“I always wanted to live in the sea. Used to wish I could be a mermaid when I was a small child.” She admitted childishly.

“Mermaids aren’t so nice.” Tom shrugged and he watched as her eyes widened.

“You’ve met one?” She asked and he snorted.

“Don’t be daft, there’s no such thing. The kraken? That doesn’t exist either.” He laughed and she smacked his shoulder playfully.

“It’s not kind to tease.” She said, small smile on her lips.

“I suppose it’s not, the look on your face made it worth it though.”

“You are not kind to me Tom.” She laughed.

“I think I’m very kind, gave you a place to stay.” He raised a brow.

“I’m sure my family will pay handsomely for that.” She said and he laughed.

“I doubt it. People like you think people like me should be grateful just to be in your presence, to speak to you.”

“That’s not true!” She said, growing annoyed with him. “My family may be noble, but we are not snobs.” She defended.

“No?” He teased. “How much time do you spend with people who are not like you? Tell me, where you allowed friends of a poorer status?” He asked and she huffed.

“I’m going to bed.” She said as she stood up, Tom reaching out for her hand.

“I didn’t mean to offend you. But I suppose you’ve never known what it’s like for people like us.” He said, the softness of her hand a stark contrast to his own calloused ones. She sighed before sitting down again.

“I know. Look, my family can be snobs, awful really. I never wanted to be like them. I did have a friend once, she was the baker’s daughter, a lovely girl. My parents found out and I never saw her again.” She admitted, a tear in her eye. “I always wanted to run away, it was my plan. It was why I was on the boat in the first place, I was going to run away. Instead, I almost died, and I only have you to thank for the fact that I didn’t.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Tom said as he placed his hand on her cheek and wiped at the stray tear, he watched as she sniffled before standing.

“I’m sorry, that was wrong of me. Crying in front of someone else.” She said and she tried to leave put Tom grasped her hand tighter, making her stop and look at him.

“You are allowed to cry. Keeping those emotions bottled up is no good for you.”

They’d arrived in the port, the men having disappeared to find what they wanted. Tom took you to a noble looking man who was taking names from one of the ships that was not a pirate ship.

“Name?” The man asked without looking at the two of you.

“I was hoping you could find this woman’s home.” Tom said as he looked at her, she’d become very quiet, much quieter than usual. The man peered over his sheet and looked at her, Tom decided to leave the two of you alone as he smiled at her, the gesture had become returned.

Tom made his way back to his ship, waiting for his men’s return, a sadness set in his chest, he was going to miss her. The only god send being he’d get his bed back, an ache had set in his back from sleeping in the chair.

“Tom!” He heard his name, the last voice he expected to hear. He looked up from his spot on the step he’d sat on. Her beautiful figure making its way over before stopping in front of him. “I want to come.” She said simply and Tom furrowed his brows.

“You want to come? Live aboard this ship?” He asked, completely in disbelief.

“Yes. My family will assume I’m dead. You can take me to see the world, can you not?” She asked and Tom’s eye brows shot up.

“Princess, I’m not sure a pirate life would be for you. Besides, you’d have to share a room with me.” Tom said, thinking this was a fleeting thought for the woman, something she’d not thought through.

“You’re not so bad.” She admitted with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Charming.” He laughed and she joined.

That was that, a week later and you were sailing towards a treasure Tom had set his eyes on. The crew had decided they liked her, taking her as one of their own, all but Chris. Tom had lost eyes on Chris as he looked around the deck from his perch above.

“Where’s Chris?” Tom asked Harrison.

“Should he not be scrubbing the deck today?” Haz replied. It was a glorious day, she’d disappeared to do something.

“I can’t see him.” Tom said and watched as one of his men ran up towards him.

“Captain, you should know Chris was talking some shite this morning. Now I’m worried for miss Y/N’s safety.” He said and Tom shot to his feet.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he made his way down the steps.

“He was talking about her being a bad omen, how she needed to be dealt with, killed captain.” The man panicked, but nowhere near as much as Tom was. He rushed into your now shared quarters and saw red at the sight in front of him. Chris had her pinned down, hands wrapped firmly around her throat as he tried to squeeze the life out of her.

“Never should have come aboard. Must save the crew and the captain.” Maybe Tom had overlooked this man’s drinking problem. He was fast to act, knocking the man from atop of her. He restrained him as he watched her cough, gasping for air. Tom handed Chris to Harrison who’d made an appearance.

“Take him out of my sight.” Tom snapped as he helped her up, pulling her to his chest as she fisted his shirt. “Lock him up, we’ll drop him at the next port.” He said as he held her closer to him.

“Captain?” Chris asked, wide eyed.

“Just be thankful I’m not making you walk the fucking plank.” Tom almost shouted and Chris silenced himself as Harrison took him away. “Hey,” Tom said when they’d gone. “You’re okay.” He reassured as he ran a hand through her hair as he kissed her forehead.

“Thank you Tom.” She spoke. “I suppose I owe you my life at this point.” She laughed lightly as she pulled away from him, he instantly wanted her back in his hold.

“Don’t sweat it.” He shrugged in reply.

It was later on that evening, everyone was enjoying a drink on the deck, an evening of partying had ensued. She was enjoying herself, lightly tipsy as she held a bottle of run in her hand, Tom was surprised when she drank from the bottle.

“Not very lady like.” Tom teased and she laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“I suppose I can’t call myself that now. Pirate I am.” She laughed as she raised the bottle, much to Tom’s amusement. “Or should I say a fucking pirate?” She laughed again as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Miss L/N, what a dirty mouth you have on you.”

“I’m almost as bad as you.” She laughed and Tom felt his heart pound in his chest, she was so beautiful to him, more free than when he’d first met her.

“I don’t swear in front of ladies.” He said.

“No, but I’ve heard you swear in front of the crew. You swear at them a lot. A true sailors mouth.”

“I thought we were pirates.” He teased and he watched as she took another swig and shrugged, pulling a laugh from him.

“You’ve grown on me.” She suddenly said.

“Good to know.” He said as he pulled her even closer to him, he was intoxicated by her scent.

“I really like you Tom.” She said as she looked at him, his heart soared when she reached out and moved a stray piece of hair back from his face. Her fingers running down his cheek as she studied him, almost as if she was admiring a painting. She ran her fingers over his lips, he kissed the tips of them, making her giggle.

“You’re okay.” Tom simply said with a smirk as she slapped at his shoulder.

“Arsehole.” She huffed. “I thought we were having a moment.” She said with a laugh.

“Oh, you wanted a moment?” He asked as he stood, pulling her with him as he took the bottle from her hand and passed it to Harrison.

“Tom?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed. He bowed, the music being played by the crew, she knew what he wanted. He held his hand out to her and the crew watched in awe as their captain, their grumpy captain, took the woman’s hand in his and pulled her into him. Chest to chest as he placed a hand on her waist and held her hand, her free hand making its way onto his shoulder.

“I didn’t know you knew how to dance.” She said in amazement. Tom laughed as he tugged her impossibly closer.

“There’s quite a lot you don’t know about me, I’m sure.” He said back as he twirled her under his arm, pulling her back into him. The crew watched as their captain danced with the woman, so happy, soft, careful. She was smiling like a woman who’d had all her dreams answered in the last five minutes.

“Tom?” She asked after a while, she had her arms around his neck, head on his shoulder as his arms stayed firmly on her waist. He hummed in response, it was a beautiful night, he’d forgotten that the crew were still around, although they’d all started chatting to one another, the music slowing to a gentle pace as they swayed with one another. “I meant it.” She said.

“What?”

“I really like you.” She looked up at him. He looked down at her, she looked as beautiful as ever, her eyes had a shine to them he’d not seen before, she looked so happy, genuinely content with life and it made his heart beat for her all that much harder. Their faces became closer, almost impossibly so.

“Are you going to kiss me Tom?” She asked him, her breath hitting his face in the most breathtaking way.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” He asked, lips brushing one another’s.

“I didn’t think pirates asked for permission.” She whispered, standing on her tip toes, drawing herself closer to him. He let out a breathy laugh before capturing her lips with his own and god, he wished he’d done it sooner. Her lips were sweet, soft pressed against his own, her hands winding into his hair as she pulled him closer, he hummed into the kiss, a hand trailing up her spine and into her hair. She pulled away for air and looked at him in such a way that had him, there and then, he was hers.

“Wow.” She breathed out, a hand playing with the curls at the back of his head.

“I really like you too by the way.” He whispered as he placed his lips back against hers.

Two weeks later and they’d kissed a few times, they made port for the night in a pirate port. Dropping Chris off to do what ever he wanted, he was still muttering shit as they dropped him off. They were in a bar, having a few drinks and he watched as she conversed with the crew, Harrison had found a woman for the evening. No one was yet wasted, they’d only been in there an hour.

“I hear you’re captain of a ship.” A woman said, voice seductive as she stood in front of him.

“That I am.” He replied simply.

“Do you want to show me your room?” She asked and Tom looked down at her, she wasn’t leaving much to his imagination, breasts almost on full display.

“Not really, I have a room-mate.” He dismissed. He hadn’t noticed that Y/N was watching them.

“Just tell him you’re busy.” She said as she gripped his collar, pressing her lips to his. He was too shocked to do anything for a moment. That moment took too long as Y/N walked out of the bar, tears streaming down her face.

Tom pushed the woman off him gently. She huffed, trying to reattach their lips.

“Listen, I’m sure you’re lovely but no.” Tom said as he walked out in search of her. He didn’t find her, making his way back to the ship, only hoping that was where she’d gone. “Y/N/N?” He called when he got back to the ship, he heard her sniffles and found her sat on the steps that connected the upper deck and lower deck. “Y/N/N.” He sighed as he sat next to her.

“You really are just a pirate aren’t you?” She sniffled out.

“That’s not what that was, it wasn’t what it looked like.” He said.

“Bullshit.” She snapped as she stood, making her way into their shared room. “You are the same as the rest of them.” She said, ego clearly hurt, and Tom huffed.

“I just told you, it wasn’t what it looked like. Can you not just trust me? Have not proven enough that I care about you?” He said and she scoffed. “I get it, your feelings are hurt.” He snapped. “But I would have thought you’d trust me by now.”

“Trust you? Tom, you steal shit, you take what you want. Including my feelings and you toss them aside like they mean nothing.” She shouted and Tom felt his own heart ache, she didn’t trust him?

“You’re behaving like a brat. A complete child.” He shouted back at her. “I didn’t want her to kiss me, she just did. I don’t know what else to tell you.” He shouted, they were close, very close, he’d gotten her almost backed up into the wall.

“Me a brat?” She shouted in disbelief. “I’m nothing of the sort.” Something about her anger, the way she was screaming at him with such passion, such a fire in her eyes, turned him on to no end.

“You are so difficult.” He snapped as he caged her in with his forearms around her head.

“You’re an arsehole.” She snapped back, tension thick.

“You really can be a little brat at times.” He said back and she jumped on him, taking him by surprise as her lips fell to his. He pulled her closer to him, this kiss far more needy and desperate, one goal in mind for the pair.

“I never should have come back.” She said as she removed his shirt and he pinned her to the wall as he kissed her neck, placing a hand to other side.

“Never should have let you come back.” He retorted as he hiked her thigh up his leg. She pulled him closer to her with the leg wrapped around him. There crotches were close now, Tom groaning as he felt himself harden against her.

“Such an arrogant prick.” She said through a moan as he found her sweet spot. He laughed as he looked as her, running his hand up her thigh that was around his waist.

“Stuck up, childish brat.” He fired back. It was almost like they were revisiting that almost hatred of first meeting each other, the very personality traits that drew them to each other. Yes, they’d had their moments, much softer but they’d still had their moments, she challenged him in a way he didn’t know he wanted to be challenged.

“Fuck, Tom.” She breathed out in a moan as he squeezed her thigh, almost teasing where he knew she wanted him. He pulled back as he turned her around, her back facing him as the complicated lace of her dress stared back at him. Fuck this, Tom thought as he grasped at the material, ripping it as he heard her gasp. He turned her round gain as the material fell down her shoulders.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He murmured as he pulled the dress from her frame, watching it pool around her feet.

“Thought I was a brat?” She fired back, eyes dark with lust and fuck, Tom was in love with her. Tom laughed at her words, pinning her back to the wall, kissing along her collarbones.

“Oh, sweetheart, you really fucking are. An absolute brat.” He said as he cupped her chin, she looked at him and he knew this was the first time in her life a man had been rough with her, and she fucking liked it. “You like it when I put you in your place? Remind you that you can just be an argumentative brat?” He asked and she moaned as he sucked her collarbone, pulling him closer, hand fisting his hair.

“You fucking kissed her Tom.” She fired back as she pulled his head up and connected their lips, god this woman. “Was she as good as I was?” She asked and Tom couldn’t help but shake his head.

“No baby, she wasn’t. I bet she had far less of an attitude though.” He said as she released the drawstring of his pants, them pooling around his feet as they both took their respective shoes off.

“You like being challenged don’t you Tom? Like someone who argues with you, challenges your status as a captain?” She said as she pushed him back onto the bed, Tom wanted this woman and he never wanted to let her go.

“Just as much as you like being put in your place. Being reminded that you’re just another rich girl who never had no said to her. A brat.” He said as he watched her remove her underwear before climbing on top of him, fuck, he’d never had an encounter like this before and fuck, he was turned on to fuck.

“Bet she wouldn’t make you feel like I do Tom.” She said as she kissed his neck and he moaned slightly, it had become a complete fight for dominance, neither of them knew which one would win and ultimately neither one cared.

“That’s why you’re here right? Because no man can make you feel like I do. I excite you don’t I? I know when to treat you like a lady and when not to and you fucking know it don’t you?” He said as he flipped the two of them, taking his own underwear off. “You get off on the idea of me being rough with you, putting you in your place.” He said as he kissed her neck and she moaned as he traced his tip down her slit. “You’re so fucking wet princess.”

“Fuck me.” She breathed out.

“Oh gladly, but first I want to taste you Y/N.” He said as he made his way down her body, kissing every inch that he could, her hips raising off the bed in anticipation. He pinned them back onto the mattress as he came face to face with her glorious heat, visibly wet for him. He licked a stripe through her folds and moaned at the sounds she made. He’d never met a woman like her, and he didn’t think he ever would again.

He practically buried his face in her cunt, licked and sucked at her clit as she moaned his name, moaned for him not to stop. He traced a hand down her thigh, running his fingers up it as she her moans reached a higher pitch. He was reveling in her sounds, moaning against her every so often and it pulled a louder moan from her.

He traced his fingers around her entrance before placing two in with ease, she was so wet and tight, Tom couldn’t wait to bury his cock inside her.

“Oh, fuck, Tom.” She moaned out and he removed his lips from her clit for a second as he spoke.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a lady.” He teased and she moaned, raising her hips off the mattress, getting herself off on his fingers. “Fuck, you like that. Like my fingers buried deep inside you?” He asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, her wetness making it easier to slide them in and out.

He placed his mouth back on her clit and she tightened around his fingers, she was close. He licked and sucked on her clit until she screamed his name, her orgasm washing over her as he fucked her through it, carefully removing his fingers when she was done. He moved himself back up to her face, she looked so blissfully happy, pleasure painted all over her face. Tom placed his fingers in his mouth, licking her orgasm off his fingers. She looked at him as if it was the filthiest and biggest turn on she’d ever seen.

“Open up.” He said as he placed his fingers in her mouth, she sucked on them, eyes never leaving his and Tom felt himself grow harder than he ever had before.

“Fuck.” He muttered before entering her, giving her a minute to adjust as her walls clenched and unclenched around him, both of them moaning. She nodded at him, lifting her hips, a signal for him to move. He did, drawing his hips back before slamming back into her, she moaned as her head rolled back.

“Let’s see if we can fuck that brattiness out of you.” Tom moaned and she joined, moaning louder than she had so far. He continued his pace, slamming in and out of her, his own orgasm climbing up him. She clenched particularly tightly around him, and he moaned, she was close again. He moved a hand to rub her clit, resting all his weight on one arm.

It wasn’t long before she was screaming his name and digging her nails into his back, he knew she’d have left scratches, but he didn’t care, it added to his pleasure, pulling him further towards his own orgasm. He was so close, so unbelievably close and she pulled him down, her lips against his ear as she spoke.

“I love you, Tom.” She said and he moaned as he pulled out of her, hot spurts of his cum making ribbons on her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, as they both panted, both sweaty messes. He kissed at her shoulder, they both shook as the aftershocks of their orgasms went through them, both cuddled close.

“I love you.” She said as she lifted his head and peppered kisses along his face.

“I love you too. So much.” He said as he placed his own kisses to her face.

He cleaned the two of them up and for the first time since he’s rescued her, she was laid against his chest as they shared a bed, his hand running up and down her arm. Placing the occasional kiss to her head.

“Long overdue.” She giggled as she traced patterns along his chest with her finger.

“Yeah, long overdue.” He said, pulling her closer. She still looked blissfully fucked out, content and happy. It wasn’t long before they both drifted off to sleep.

Five years later and Tom was running the best pirate ship in the sea. Women had joined now, Harrison had a girlfriend, some of the other crew did. Y/N and Tom where still perfectly and happily in love, she still challenged him in ways he wanted to be challenged and he still treated her like a princess, but not between the sheets. He made sure she had everything she wanted, she made sure the same.

They were prefect for each other, Tom found her as he wrapped his arms around her waist, laying his hands on her stomach. She was watching over the side of the boat, finding content when she watched the sea, he took her left hand in his.

“Mrs, Holland, I do believe it’s about time for your foot rub.” He said.

“Mr Holland, you are never late.” She said as his finger traced the ring on her hand.

“I love you.” He said as he placed his hand over her growing bulge, hands rubbing at it, the growing baby inside her. She reciprocated the feelings as he turned her and led them back to those same quarters they fell in love in, the same quarters where he had spent hours showing her how much he loved her, cared for her. There was no one else for him and there was no one else for her.

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thebeebi · 4 years ago

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your little games pt. 1

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings: smut with a story, non-con, mention of r*pe attempt, implied murder and many more! Read only if you are okay with these topics!

genre: historical AU, 18th century?

word count: 2.7k+ [part 1]

a/n: Finally I got to do a Jungkook fanfic. I am actually happy with this one. So please let me know what you think! Enjooooy! ♥

You ran away from the man who tried to take an advantage of you. You stabbed him and escaped. Escaped to the arms of the handsome captain who was even worse than the man you just killed.

I must run away! You looked around yourself, trying to not notice a dead body on the floor. Still numb from the thing you did to the older man. The fear of being found made you keep going. You took all of your things and kneeled next to the body. Looking away, you patted around his pocket to find the key to unlock the room. The room you were forcefully locked in. You quivered with fear but the possibility of being caught kept you going. Taking off the bloody dress, you put on the new clean one and shoved the old one into the backpack. You hugged the bad and started walking towards the door with the key in the right hand ready to unlock the world of freedom. Hesitating for a bit, you stood still and wondered what is awaiting you out there. You felt fear once again but decided it was better out there than in this hellhole. You run out of the door fast, passing by the kitchen downstairs, stopping in front of the door frame, but instead of the door, there was a heavy curtain. You pushed it a bit to the side and the fear within raised even more. Someone was there. You backed away looking for another exit, but the feeling of someone following you was there. Your breathing was fast and you felt like you could not go on but the freedom was so close. The heartbeat was fast but your steps were faster. You finally found the exit and ran out of the house you were held in. You run, run far away from the place not knowing what direction you were going in. You just wanted to flee from that place. Maybe if I get lost, it would fool the person who is after me? You thought but was confused because you did not hear any footsteps behind you. Is my own heartbeat cause of me not hearing well? You kept on running through the streets of the town, passing by the huge shops, the empty market, around the mansions and the small looking ordinary houses.

People were looking at you but you did not care. You were exhausted and even though you were scared, you stopped for a second to catch a breath. You felt the stinging pain with every breath you took but you were okay with it. As long as you were far away from that place. You noticed how the air changed and the smell of salt and water hit your nostrils. The eyes that were closed before opened widely and you looked up. The heavy fog caused you not to see anything but the fire torch on the side of the house. You weren’t sure where you were, so you slowly started heading towards the only source of the light. Not like you had any other option. You did not want to return to the fog-filled darkness, so you walked towards the fire torch. You could hear the sound of the waves hitting the rocky wall and screeching noise of wooden planks which were presumably used as the floor on the ships, but could not see anything. You did not even know where you were exactly heading to. The sounds were coming from each side and the only source of light disappeared right in front of your eyes.

“I swear to God, it is her! We found her! Come on, Taehyung! Take her.” You turned towards the voices looking surprised at two men approaching your shivering body. They knew. They are coming for me. You were sure they were the people who were following you. You could not move so you stood there waiting for her fate. “Hey there,” said the blonde one of the duo and smiled from ear to ear at his companion. “The captain will like her. What do you think, Taehyung?” The brown-haired man licked his lower lip and simply nodded. “Definitely. This one will work.”

You could feel yourself trembling under the perverted gazes of the men who were too close to your liking but could not say anything. You knew you had no right to do so. The only thing left within is your strong will. The only thing no one can take from you. “Where are you taking me?” you whispered softly. Taehyung laughed and winked at the older man next to him. “She is willing, Jimin. He will love it. Only if I could, I would love to be in his place tonight.” Said Taehyung biting his lower lip once again. “Just a bit further,” said Jimin and tilted his head to the side pointing at the slowly ship that was slowly showing up. “On the board of Bangtan. Let’s go.“ And so you followed him, while the other male was right behind you. There was no chance of running away. You were surprised by the new setting, not understanding why they were taking you on the ship but it did not matter. My life if not mine anymore anyway. You thought as you willing held Jimin’s hand to hop on the wooden plank that connected the docks with the ship. He swiftly let go once you were on board making sure that no one else saw, that he touched the captain’s lady. He pointed towards the direction and asked you to follow him as he led you towards the wooden door hidden at the and of the hallway. In front of them, he halted his steps, took a deep breath and softly knocked three times. Without waiting for the response, Jimin opened the door and made his way inside, into the captain’s cabin. The unfamiliar man stood up from the table. Only if you weren’t so scared, you could have noticed that he was tall, well built and that his eyes were deep brown. The man had brown slim fitted trousers, that were too tight around his waist and the snow-white shirt was unbuttoned down to his hips. It showed his muscular broad chest. He looked a bit like a pirate but also as a demon. His dark hair was up to his chin but the best part was his face. It was like he was made by God’s touch. His nose was straight, but from the profile, you could notice a tiny bump on it. His plump lips were the ones Eve would kiss every day in the Eden but suddenly he was here. And you were well aware of that. He was there and so close to you. If only you weren’t in this situation, you would do anything to get to know that man. When he smiled, your knees went weak. He came closer to you, he measured you from the bottom to the top, not missing any detail on your body.

“I see you did your best today, Jimin. I bet it took you long before you found this gem.“ Said the beautiful man still looking at you. “Not really, captain.” He replied and Taehyung swiftly added: “We found her near the docks, she was very willing.” Taehyung smirked as he looked at your body hungrily. The tall man nodded and slowly started walking around you. He was not touching you by anything than his dark lusty eyes, that were appreciating every curve of your body and your breasts which looked like they were moulded by the goddess of beauty, Aphrodite. The backpack you were holding in you hand went back against your chest, as you were trying to cover from the longing gaze of the captain. The dress you changed into was of thin fabric and you regretted not changing into male clothes back then. The tall man stood still in front of you, smiled, but you weren’t looking at him. You refused to look at him wondering how is your fate going to look like from now on. The two men that brought you there were smirking, satisfied with tonight’s present for their captain.

The tall man moved to the side, so Jimin could whisper something to him. You briefly looked around the cabin, but could not see anything. Even though you looked strong, from the inside you felt like you were about to break down. You were tired, exhausted and confused. You could not imagine the trial on the ship, but because you did not know anything about law and these things, you thought that you would be sent to some colony for killing a man. Or so you tough. Oh God, when I think about all of my childhood dreams… When I think about how I wanted to run away from poverty just to be almost raped by that old man. I wanted to have an easy life. But I will be sent to prison or some unknown colony for the sin I committed. You sighed as you got reminded of the reasons why you ended up in the room with the man who tried to take advantage of you. I killed a man, they caught me and now I have to accept whatever the fate prepared for me. You shut your eyes tightly and bit your lower lip nervously. With the saddening thoughts, you went numb. You were guilty. They caught you and now you have to wait for the trail. You were so deep in the thoughts, you did not hear two men that brought you there left.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the deep chuckle of the man standing in front of you. He bowed. “Welcome. What is your name, little one?” He smiled. “Y/N,” you exhaled but when you saw him tilting his head you added softly “captain.” He nodded and walked towards the table. “That is a very beautiful name, Y/N. My name is Jeon Jungkook, but my friends call me Jungkook. Have you eaten already?” You hesitated to give him an answer but nodded at the end. “Wine, maybe?” Jungkook asked and took the bottle to pour himself and then brought a bottle closer to you. You shook your head to reject a drink and looked down on the floor. Captain laughed silently at your reaction and walked to you until he stopped closely. He took the backpack you were holding eagerly and threw it to the other side of the cabin still keeping his gaze on you. He was addicted to your beauty and dress which provided just a tiny coverage of your curves. Your skin was reflecting the light from the candle placed on the table. The captain saw a beautiful woman sitting in front of him with an exquisite bust that was showing above the cut of the dress. As you were breathing, your breasts were rising and falling down. For Jungkook it was a beautiful sight he could not get enough of.

He came even closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up. He covered your lips with his. You could feel a hint of bitter wine, the taste your father liked. You were so surprised and reminded of the past, that you forgot to protest and stood still, letting the man kissing you. You could see yourself out of your body, but when his tongue slipped into your mouth a wave of emotions came crashing down of you. Most of all you felt excitement when this tongue opened your soft lips and entered inside. From somewhere within, you felt a weird feeling which was strangely comforting. You knew if the circumstances were different, you would like the situation you were in. Captain stepped back smiling but you could see his eyes were filled with lust. When he pulled his hand away, you gasped as you felt your dress falling down to the floor. For a moment your eyes met, but you interrupted it by trying to lift the dress back up but his hands held your shoulders and pulled you into his embrace. It was when you realised that the man wanted. What he was doing. You knew you could not do anything. Your body was weak from what happened earlier today and the running just exhausted you so much, you could not do anything. You were trying to push him away. You ran away from the disgusting man who tried to take advantage of you just to run into the man who will do the same. The embrace of Mr Brown this afternoon was strong, but Jungkook’s arms were made of steel. You could not push him away to free yourself. While you were moving your hand on his body, by accident you pushed captain’s shirt down of his shoulders and it made its way down to the floor. The only wall between your bodies was a tiny material of your bra. Your lost your breath whenever he covered your lips with his and then he continued kissing your face and the top of your bust. You could feel how was his hand sliding down your back and suddenly your bra was unclasped and fell down. The exposed breast was covered by his broad chest. When you felt the heat he radiated, you strongly pushed him away and for a second you were freed. He laughed and took that as a cue to take off his shoes and trousers.

He smirked, “You are playing your little games well, but there is no way, that you would win.” He was looking at your naked bust and you could see the passion in his eyes. You were more beautiful and charming than he was wishing for. On the other hand, it was your first time seeing a naked man and it was terrifying. You stood still until the captain walked closer to you once again and when he did, you screamed and turned around ready to run away. You wanted to, but his strong grip on your waist halted any action you tried to do. The grip was strong, but it never hurt you. He did not try to do you any harm. You bowed down to bit into his hand. Captain cursed and pulled his hand back to rub the hurt spot. You took it as your cue to run but tripped and fell down to his bed. In the second he was on top of you, pressing you into the mattress. You felt like every movement you did was just encouraging him. The hair that was in a bun before was now ruffled and you could not breathe. “No!” you screamed. “Stop it! Let me go!” Captain smirked and whispered by your neck. “Oh no, little one. No. Not anymore.”

With that, he moved and for a second you could not feel his body. But soon again, you could feel as his hard member was looking for something in between your thighs until it found something. He entered you a bit and you in fear lifted your back from the bed, trying to escape the pain you started to feel. He could hear something between a scream and groan from your mouth when you felt the strong pain in the lower parts of your body. Jungkook moved back a bit surprised. You were weakly laying on the mattress shaking your head. Jungkook softly touched your cheek and whispered something you could not hear, but your eyes were closed and did not want to look at him. He was moving gently above you, kissing your hair and forehead and kept on caressing every part of your beautiful body. You weren’t moving even when you felt his gentle thrusts becoming more aggressive and soon enough he entered fully because he could not control himself anymore. You could feel that your body was about to break with every trust of his body and soon enough your eyes were filled with tears.

When the storm ended, and everything was calm, he became once again the sweet, gentle man. When he finally pulled out, you turned to the side and let out all the tears you were holding in. With the closest blanket, you covered your face and your now filthy body so he could not look at you any longer. Jungkook was confused. He looked at the beautiful woman laying next to him. Jungkook was adoring the beautiful curves of her hips and soft thighs he was holding just a few minutes ago. He reached in to touch you, while wondering what went wrong – how you were willing to come to him at first and walked into his cabin, then how you were playfully protesting but still thrusted against his length in the bed – and now you were crying in front of him with the blood on the sheet. What made you turn into a prostitute, little one?

Part 2

a/n: I really hope you liked this one, I wrote it today and decided to surprise you all! :)

#bts smut #yandere bts #jungkook smut #jungkook fics #jeon jungkook #bts yandere #jungkook x reader #jungkook x oc #jungkook x you #jungkook #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts imagines #yandere jungkook #yandere

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timetravesty · 3 years ago

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(Pirate AU) The Golden Locker Pt.1

Boppy as pirates. That's the fic.

Also, the story has both pirates and elements of magic which will be explained more as the chapters go on. Right now, Poppy is not a pirate but... that's a secret for a future chapter. Please enjoy!

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Warnings: Semi-Cursing

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Poppy Sinclair looked out across the sea, the silk drapes blowing against her frame as she stared longingly at the distance. The water, a calm night for the city of Belovia, gave the air a salty scent as Poppy heard the distant sound of men in the taverns and guards patrolling the grounds.

Standing in one of the highest towers, overlooking the land, she let herself be carried by the gentle sounds of the waves until her door unlocked, revealing Chloe, her ladies maid.

“Ms. Poppy, you’ll freeze to death if you stand by the window for too long!” Chloe exclaimed as she came up to Poppy and gently moved the girl to the side. She closed the windows, just as the last breeze pushed through the silk before the world was shut away.

“You should be in bed!” She scolded as Poppy sighed heavily, moving towards her ruffled bed and plopping on the covers.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been able to sleep recently.” Poppy admitted to the maid as she went to relight the candle that had been blown out by the wind.

“Is it because of the tournament in a few days? Have no fear, Ms., I’ve seen the competitors, all exceptional young men, bidding for your honor!” Chloe exclaimed as she patted Poppy’s shoulder gently.

“My father has no regard for what I actually want. This tournament is enough proof of this.” Poppy muttered as Chloe, the absolute twat she was, shook her head.

“Mr. Sinclair is a good man, handsome too.” She added as she adjusted Poppy’s bed spread. “He wants the best for you, that’s why he is especially excited to introduce you to Prince Carter who will be competing in the tournament.”

“A prince?” Poppy asked, voice a little distant as Chloe nodded with enthusiasm.

“Of course, I saw him too. Extremely handsome.” Poppy rolled her eyes, leaning closer to Chloe who looked like she was daydreaming of the fabled prince.

“I have no interest in princes, knights, or suitors of any kind.” Poppy told her as Chloe stared baffled at the woman.

“Well, what has you so worried? Is it… the rumor of the pirates docking near the bay?”

Pirates, that was always a fascinating topic. “I hadn't heard about the pirates. Tell me, have you seen any?” She asked as Chloe’s eyes widened in fear.

“Oh no! I would die if I ever saw a pirate!” Chloe exclaimed as she pressed her fists into her dress. “They say that pirates will skin you alive if you even think of stealing their treasure! And that they’re covered in tattoos and piercings when they were born!”

“Please, that can’t be true.” Poppy said as Chloe shrugged.

“I have no desire to find out, but no worries Ms. Poppy. The tournament is heavily protected, no pirate will ever cross the wall.”

A shame, really.

“Well, I still have no interest in the tournament, even if it is heavily protected by my father’s men.”

“Maybe you’ll change your mind with a good night’s rest.” Chloe said as she finished adjusting the covers and brushed off her dress.

“Goodnight Ms. Poppy.” Chloe said, bowing a little, before walking away from Poppy’s bed and towards the door. She left the room as Poppy sighed heavily.

Once more, sold like cattle at a livestock show. The tournament was only for the purpose of her hand and to connect cities, but Poppy knew it had more meaning for her father. Meaning that was often lost to her.

Sliding under the covers, Poppy let her head hit the pillow, looking up at the cobble ceilings with a frown. She had no desire to be sold off to anyone, but her father…

“Pirates in the bay….” Poppy would have liked to meet a pirate. They were probably the people who had the most purpose in life.

Drifting off, Poppy let her mind cloud with thoughts. Thoughts of her father, her heritage, and the dreaded tournament.

Sleep didn’t come easily, drifting in and out, before a click came from her window, the sound subtle enough for someone to confuse it with something else.

It only came once, letting Poppy drift back before the click returned, twice more before Poppy opened one eye. She didn’t hear anything again as she rolled over, facing her door as she tried to continue her rest.

Soon, the clicking became insistent before Poppy sat up in her bed, staring at the door and then turning, locking eyes with a masked figure standing right in front of her bed.

She scrambled back, reaching for her light to look at the intruder, but the window had opened, letting the flame burn out. She gasped in shock at the looming shadow in front of her as they advanced, stalking towards Poppy who tried to let out a scream before feeling a heavy force hit the side of her skull, knocking her down onto the floorboard as she struggled to stay conscious.

The figure leaned down, looking into Poppy’s eyes before they dropped low, succumbing to darkness as she took one last look at her intruder, noticing a large rip in their right ear, before falling unconscious.

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She felt the potato sack over her head before she even opened her eyes. Her hands were bound by tough rope and her feet were caked in mud. Poppy struggled against the restraints as she felt blood drip down her chin. That alone told her she hadn’t been unconscious long, but the feel in her stomach and the rhythm of her surroundings told her she had been unconscious long enough to be dragged onto a boat.

“Help!” She yelled loudly, banging her fists against her nightgown as she continued to struggle against the restraints. “Someone help!” Poppy tried to feel around her surroundings, but only hard rough wood was felt under her fingers, meaning she was sitting next to a post. The boat rocked roughly to the side as Poppy tried to find stabilization, just as she took another tumble, almost hitting her head right against the post once again. She cursed, straightening up once the boat stopped its harsh movements.

“I swear, when my father finds out who did this, he’ll have you all murdered!” She yelled again, banging a fist against the wood post, before thinking better of it and dropping her bound hands.

Silence followed for quite some time before hearing a loud bang from some corner of the room. She tried to look that way, but the potato sack was the only thing in her vision. The sound of heavy boots approached Poppy as rough hands dragged her up by her wrists as Poppy struggled against them.

“Let me go! I have nothing you want!” She yelled as she tried to kick the person’s shin. Her foot made contact with rough leather as the figure let out a tiny groan.

“Ugh, you’re a feisty one.” A dark voice said as Poppy was dragged around until she crashed into a ladder. “Climb.” The voice demanded as Poppy complied, trying to find her footing as she hoisted herself up.

Immediately, she was hit by a burst of wind and salt as the figure roughly pushed her further up, before Poppy collapsed on what she concluded was the deck of the boat.

The figure grabbed her arms again, hoisting her up as Poppy tried to identify anything in her vision. She could roughly see the silhouettes of several figures, all darkened by the sack on her head as they seemed to be facing her, watching her.

Pushed a little further, Poppy still glanced around cautiously, until the potato sack was lifted off her head and a burst of light hit her eyes. She closed them for a split second, adjusting to the new sensation before opening them and taking a sharp gasp.

Standing before her were at least thirty people, all dressed in rough leather and white blouses. Some wore pointed hats while others wore long bandannas covering their foreheads. Each one, either covered in soot or scars and tattoos as they looked at Poppy with menacing eyes.

She turned her head, noticing the vast expanse of the ocean as her stomach sank. Looking up to confirm her suspicion, she saw the large masts and sails with a large black flag swaying in the wind.

Pirates. Pirates had kidnapped her.

Turning back to the crowd, Poppy scrambled back before a pair of strong arms pushed her forward roughly. She fell forward onto her hands as Poppy closed her eyes. This can’t be real.

She glanced up, fury in her eyes as she stood once more. Standing closer than most of his crew, was a younger boy, looking curiously at Poppy before she did the unthinkable. Noticing the large sword on his belt, Poppy reached for it with bound hands, unsheathing it and leveling it at the group.

All of the crew backed away just a little, looking even more curiously at Poppy as she leveled the sword at them. “Stay back.” She demanded as the pirates surprisingly complied. She held the sword through bound hands, but her grip on the handle was strong enough for her to attempt to slash through one of these bloody pirate’s throats.

Still feeling the slide of blood on her face, Poppy tried to focus, but the blood loss made her dizzier as she shook her head. “Where is your captain?” She scowled as she turned slowly to look at all of the pirates who didn’t move. She couldn’t tell if they were actually weary or if they were only entertaining her before they… they killed her.

Poppy swallowed hard as she leveled it at one pirate in particular, a tall brunette with messy hair falling in her eyes. From her appearance, tattoos and scars lined her arms and some of her chest where a large ruby pendant hung. The woman didn’t move, only looking at Poppy who turned back to the crowd.

“Where is the bastard that you call captain?!” She demanded again, before feeling her sword pushed away from its place, away from the pirate’s neck as Poppy turned back to look at the woman.

The pirate pushed her short hair out of her eyes, slicking it back so only two strands fell in front of dark brown eyes. She had sharp features and a large scar right above her eye as she looked at Poppy with a devilish smile. Poppy’s eyes traveled over the woman’s features, before noticing her ears. Her slicked back hair gave Poppy the perfect view of both of her ears… with a nasty rip in her right one.

She gave Poppy a small bow, the white thin shirt she wore billowed around her as she glanced up at Poppy through long lashes.

“Captain Beatrice Hughes, at your service ma’am.” She cockily spoke in an accent unfamiliar to Poppy.

Momentarily glazed, Poppy raised her sword again, leveling it at the captain’s throat as the woman rose up once more, looking casually at Poppy’s sword.

“You? You’re a woman. Surely you jest.” She spat as she pressed the tip a little further, pulling the smallest amount of blood from the woman’s neck. The crew behind Poppy moved just a little, some drawing their swords while Poppy heard the loading of a pistol before the captain held up a rough palm, halting her ship.

“You’re free to test the theory, ma’am, but I can’t promise you’ll escape from this alive.” Poppy wearily watched as the blade moved a little closer, drawing more blood as the captain remained still.

Poppy dropped the sword a moment later, still holding the blade as the captain moved to feel her neck. Blood came away as she shrugged, flicking it off her fingertips as Poppy glared at the woman.

“What do you want from me, you filthy pirate?” She growled as one of the sailors stepped forward, glaring at Poppy with a jagged tooth peaking out from his lips.

“That’s captain to you. I suggest you step more lightly with us.” He said in a deep voice as his eyes menacingly glared at Poppy. She didn’t shrink as she turned back to the captain who watched with a neutral expression.

“Is it money? I can have my father arrange to give you a large sum if you promise my safe return.” She asked, stomping her bare foot against the deck of the ship as the pirates around her burst into laughter. Against the waves of the ocean, the sound was carried far as Poppy glared at the band of pirates all laughing amongst her.

Poppy looked around wearily as the pirates continued to laugh and holler at Poppy’s statement. The captain didn’t laugh, only looking at Poppy before lifting a single gloved hand and silencing the crew.

“We desire no coin from you, Ms., but I can ensure your safety with an agreement between us.” She said as Poppy raised a brow. What pirate didn’t want money?

“An agreement? You would be insane if you think I would make a deal with a pirate.” Poppy said as she raised her sword once more. “You must desire gold, that is all any pirate wants.” She spoke again as she leveled the sword once more at the pirate captain.

The crew all quieted down as they watched the scene. As if expecting the captain to do the unthinkable before the woman let out a soft sigh.

“We have plenty of gold, what I desire is far greater than mere coin.” She said as she stepped closer to Poppy, her heavy boot hitting the wood until she hovered mere inches before Poppy, pushing down the sword as she took a hold of Poppy’s face, palm roughly against Poppy’s skin.

Poppy struggled, eyes widening in fear as she dropped her sword with a clatter and looked into the captain’s eyes. The hand against Poppy’s skin, the one gloved hand, was hot against her cheeks as the captain turned Poppy’s head by her chin. She took a moment to study Poppy’s features, tsking at the large gash on her forehead that bled before smirking down at Poppy. The smile sent shivers down Poppy’s spine, the mere image making her run cold. The longer the touch lasted, the more it felt like it was searing into Poppy’s skin as she gasped.

“And you, princess, are the only way I can get it.”

#poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc #MyBeaHughes #queen b choices #forgive my attempt at pirate lingo in the future

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sunrisefairy · 4 years ago

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Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: language, mentions of cheating/breakup, alcohol

Summary: The one where Y/N downloads tinder after a bad breakup

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 @inglourious-imagines @klausdatprettyboi @georgeweasleyswhre @horrorxweasley @amourtentiaa send me an ask if you would like to added!

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Y/N hated being single. She hated not having anyone waiting for her with dinner cooked and a glass of wine when she got home from work. She hated how empty her bed felt and not having anyone to cuddle after a tough week. She hated no one being there to listen to her ranting about her day. Y/N absolutely missed being in a relationship and being able to go through life with someone else by her side.

Y/N’s last relationship was 8 months ago, she had been with her ex Matthew for 6 months when it came crashing down. Y/N remembers the night she met Matthew vividly. Her friends had dragged her to some concert at this random underground bar. Y/N was at the bar ordering drinks when a breathtakingly handsome man with blond shaggy hair and piercing blue eyes offered to pay for the 3 beers she was ordering. Normally, Y/N would roll her eyes and not bother talking to random drunk men, especially when it was a girl’s night out like tonight. But something about Matthew caught her attention and she couldn’t walk away even if she wanted to. Matthew had this aura about him, he was very charismatic and could captivate anyone with his looks alone leaving those around him putty in his hands. Which is exactly what happened to Y/N.

Matthew and Y/N started dating shortly after that and she was completely smitten with the man. He seems to be just what Y/N needed. To Y/N he was the perfect boyfriend, he held all the traits she looked for in a partner, kind, funny, smart, supportive, everything except the trait which would be argued to be the most important – loyal. 6 months into their seemingly flawless relationship Y/N found Matthew-her supposedly perfect boyfriend, in bed with another girl.

The second Y/N saw the two of them in a rather compromising position in Matthew’s bed, Y/N felt her world collapse around her, her throat closed over making it hard to breath and her vision blurred. The events that followed are hazy in Y/N’s mind, she remembers screaming and yelling, she knows there had been a lot of tears (mostly from her), Matthew trying to beg for forgiveness, which is very hard to do when you’re butt naked and there potentially was a few items thrown in Matthews direction, deservingly so.

That night broke Y/N, it felt like Matthew had reached into her chest and yanked out her heart and crushed it to dust then spat on it. Apparently, douchebag Matthew and this girl had been shagging for basically the whole of his and Y/N’s relationship. She couldn’t believe it.

Y/N’s friends had spent most of the weeks that followed in the heartbroken girl’s apartment as she cried, screamed, yelled. It pained them to see their best friend so distraught. But surely, over time and with lots of ice cream and alcohol, Y/N was able to heal.

8 months later Y/N finally felt mostly whole again, she was able to smile and laugh without a hollow ache pounding in her chest and tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She no longer dreamt of Matthew’s arm wrapping around her and pulling her into his chest when she dozed off, she forgot how it felt to kiss him and she stopped wanting to call him.

Y/N finally felt free, which she told Alicia and Angelina at their weekly girl’s night in. This led to Alicia trying to convince her to maybe start dating again, to test the waters as she put it.

“Okay, hear me out,” Alicia says waving her arms, somehow managing not to slip her wine on the couch, “I think Y/N should download tinder.”

Y/N scoffs and opens her mouth to disagree, but her words went unheard as Angelina squealed in excitement, “oh my god yes! Y/N you so should.”

Y/N shakes her head before sipping on her wine, enjoying the sweet taste on her lips. “Guys, I don’t think I’m ready to start dating, I definitely don’t think I’m ready for another relationship.”

“But that’s why tinder is so great, you don’t have to go on any dates if you don’t want to. You can just chat to some cute boys and see what happens.” Alicia replies, picking up Y/N’s phone from the coffee table and holds it out for her to unlock.

Y/N thinks for a moment, eyeing her phone, she doesn’t feel ready to jump into the dating scene still nervous about being let down again but there’s no harm in downloading tinder and seeing her options, right?

Y/N eyes are locked on her phone Alicia’s hand before muttering fine and unlocking it for her. Angelina giggled excitedly, moving closer to Alicia’s side to look at the phone. A few moments later the app was downloaded, and a profile was made. The 3 girls took turns swiping through profiles ogling the eye candy.

The phone was currently in Angelina’s hand while Alicia refilled everyone’s glasses, Y/N had lost count of how many glasses of wine she’s had tonight, her body buzzing from the alcohol. “Man, I forgot how much fun tinder is.” Angelina slurred, her thumb rapidly swiping through profiles.

“Okay Ang, we won’t tell Fred that you said that.” Y/N chuckles, Angelina just rolls her eyes.

“Oh, come off it.”

~ ~ ~

The next morning the 3 very hungover girls who had passed out in different spots of Y/N’s living room, somehow manage to drag themselves to brunch with Lee, Fred and George.

“Hello ladies, big night?” Fred winks then plants a sloppy kiss on Angelina’s cheek who mumbles a response that sound vaguely like a yes.

The 6 of them were sitting at a table outside, soaking up the sunshine and warm weather. Once their food is delivered the group is chatting aimlessly with one another. Y/N hears her phone ping from her bag, and she fishes it out to check the notification.

“Ohh, Y/N is it a tinder message?” Alicia says excitedly trying to peer over her shoulder.

“Tinder?” It’s George’s voice now. Y/N glances up at him from across the table, unable to read his expression, “since when does Y/N have tinder?”

“Since last night, the girls convinced me to download it. Kinda seems like time to start getting out there again.” Y/N replies shoving her phone back into her bag before one of her friends has the chance to snatch it from her even though the text was just from her mother.

“Maybe you should download tinder Georgie. ‘Bout time you got yourself a girlfriend.” Lee mumbles, his mouth full of food.

George shakes his head, looking down at his plate, “tinder isn’t for me. Besides your one to talk Lee, you’re single too.”

“Not anymore, I want to marry this eggs benedict.” Lee practically moans as he shovels another bite into his mouth.

Y/N laughs along with everyone, shaking her head slightly.

“I think you should George, I’d bet money that your dream girl is on there.” Fred smirks at George whose eyes widen at the comment and his cheeks heat up.

“Can we change the subject,” the redhead mutters scratching his neck, not meeting anyone’s gazes.

The conversation quickly moves on and Y/N finds herself still staring at George confused by his strange behaviour, also noticing the way her chest feels heavy at the mention of George’s ‘dream girl’. She pushes the feeling down and tears her eyes away from the redhead in front of her just before he glances up at her. The pair oblivious to the others intense gaze.

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That night Y/N is snuggled up under her favourite fluffy blanket, on the couch, while some random romantic comedy is playing in the background.

Y/N has soon come to realise that tinder is addictive, she’s spent the better part of the last hour swiping through the many profiles. It doesn’t feel like she even has control of her fingers at this point, they apparently have a mind of their own.

Y/N starts to zone out, her finger automatically swiping for her. That is, until she stumbles across a particular profile and her finger freezes and her eyes bulge out of her head. Is that? George?

Y/N looks through his profile, there’s a picture that she had taken of him at the beach one summer, he’s lying on a towel, shirtless and the cheekiest grin plastered across his face. The next photo is of him and Ron from Harry’s surprise birthday Ginny threw last year. They are both looking smart in their suits, beaming brightly at the camera. Y/N can’t help but stare at George’s hand that’s wrapped tightly around a beer bottle, her mouth going dry as she zooms in on his veiny hand. There is also a photo of George from last Halloween where he had dressed as a pirate, Y/N chuckles, remembering how George had followed her around for most of the night, annoying her with his lame and corny pirate jokes. The last photo is her favourite out of them all. It’s of her and George at her recent birthday, he has his arm wrapped around her shoulder and his head resting against hers. The pair of them smiling widely at the camera.

Y/N bites her lip trying to decide if she should swipe left or right. She’s always had a soft spot for George long before she started dating Matthew. She knew deep down she harboured a tiny crush on her friend but never acted on it, scared she’ll ruin their friendship if she confessed her feelings. Y/N always fantasised about what it would be like to date George Weasley. She would happily bet her life savings that George would be the perfect boyfriend, would treat his girlfriend with respect and shower them with love and affection. It’s the type of relationship Y/N yearned for, the type of relationship she thought she had with Matthew.

Y/N stared down at the phone in her hand, contemplating her next move. The temptation to swipe right was huge, finally being able to find out if George liked her but there was the possibility that if she does swipe right she’ll find out that George does not like her in that way and she doesn’t know if she could physically take that knowledge right now. Part of her debates on swiping left, thinking that way she can live her life blissfully unaware to whether or not George likes her. The idea of being unsure of his feelings seems very appealing then definitely knowing he sees her just as a friend. A small voice in her head tells her to just delete the app and pretend this never happened.

Y/N groans at her overthinking.

Just choose Y/N.

“Fuck it,” Y/N mutters squeezing her eyes shut before swiping right.

She keeps her eyes closed for a few minutes, trying not to picture the upsetting scenario where they do not match, and Y/N has to deal with her unrequited feelings towards the boy. She takes a deep breath and slowly opens her eyes trying to focus back on the phone in her shaky hand. It takes a moment to process the words on the screen before Y/N is jumping up from the couch squealing.

It’s a match!

Her happy dance is interrupted when her phone dings, indicating a new message. Y/N swears her heart stops beating and she scrambles onto the couch to grab her phone.

George: Do my eyes deceive me or have I captured the attention of the lovely Y/N?

Y/N snorts at his message, butterflies erupting inside her stomach unable to get over the fact that George Weasley likes her.

Y/N: Consider yourself lucky Georgie, not many are worthy enough of my attention ;)

Y/N: But wait, I thought you didn’t have tinder? You said tinder wasn’t for you

George: I didn’t… well up until 1 hour ago. Fred convinced me to download it so I could try and find your profile. He said I should at least try and confess my feelings…

Y/N: And? What are your feelings?

George: that I am hopelessly in love with you. Have been since forever but I’ve been too chicken to admit it.

George: I was going to tell you I swear, but then you started dating that tosser Matthew and I lost my chance.

George: After you two broke up, Fred bugged me to say something to you but I knew it wasn’t the right time.

Y/N studies the messages. Long before Matthew was even a thought in her mind, she knew she would leap at the opportunity to date George. But that was before she had her heart shattered into a million of tiny pieces. She told Alicia and Angelina that she wasn’t ready to date, she didn’t think her heart could take it. And if this was any other guy, she would gently let them down. But this wasn’t just any guy, this was George Weasley. The man who never failed to make her smile and laugh till tears was streaming down her face. The man who help pick up the shards of her heart and help mend it back together. The man who would always answer her phone call, no matter the time of night. Y/N knew she’d be stupid to let go of George Weasley.

~ ~ ~

George was a wreck; he was pacing around his living room basically pulling out his hair with how much he’s run his fingers through it. It had been 30 minutes since he messaged Y/N and admitted his feelings, telling her he loves her. And she hasn’t replied!

George knew he shouldn’t have said anything, clearly Y/N was just curious about his profile, just wanting to see if they’d match and she definitely does not love him back let alone like him.

He wanted to throttle Fred for convincing him to make this stupid tinder account and embarrassing him like this, now George has gone and fucked up his friendship with Y/N.

George stops pacing when he hears knocking from his front door. His eyebrows knit in confusion about who would be visiting him at this hour. George chooses to ignore it, deciding he doesn’t want to see anyone right now, all he wants to do is open some vodka and drown his sorrows. He makes it into the kitchen when the knocking starts back up again, this time louder and faster.

“Okay I’m coming!” George shouts annoyed, “Jesus, I swear this better be import-” his words disappear as soon as he opens the door and is faced with Y/N.

“What are you doing here?” Georges words come out short and brunt, but Y/N doesn’t seem to notice.

She is fiddling with her fingers and anxiously chewing on her bottom lip. “I figured this wasn’t really a conversation I wanted to have over tinder.”

Y/N is silent, the words getting stuck halfway up her throat, she doesn’t really trust her voice to be steady enough to talk. So, she decides on another route of communicating her feelings to George.

Slowly she cups Georges faces in her small hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. George seems frozen still as Y/N softly pulls his face to down towards hers, their lips millimetres from one another. She can feel his shaky breath on her face. It feels like forever before Y/N connects their lips together, George seems to snap out of his trance as his hands wrap tightly around Y/N’s waist, holding her body close. Their lips mould together perfectly and fireworks erupt in Y/N’s belly. She feels alive and her heart is thumping in her chest and all she can think of is George. George is clouding her thoughts and, in this moment, she doesn’t want anything else to ever occupy her brain. Her heart feels warm and whole as if George had kept the final piece of her heart in his possession to keep save until she was ready and willing to give him the whole thing. Y/N doesn’t feel scared anymore of the thought of loving someone again because she knows for certain now that she’s always loved George.

They pull away from the kiss, breathlessly, George rests his forehead against Y/N’s needing to feel close to her still.

A tear slips from Y/N’s eye which George softly kisses away.

“I love you too George. Always”

#George Weasley #George Weasley x reader #George Weasley x you #George Weasley fluff #George Wealsey one shot #George Weasley oneshot #George Weasley fanfic #George Weasley fanfiction #Fred and George #Fred and George Weasley #george weasley imagine

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Headcanons for being Thor’s twin

Thor Odinson x twin!reader

warnings:

a/n: HSHSHHSHSHHSHSGS

prompt: @locke-writes: “Wait Lacey I have a headcanon idea if you’re willing to write it. Headcanons for being Thor’s twin??? Idk man I feel like that could be unbridled chaos”

okay, i believe that odin and frigga refused to tell the two of you who was born first

“either one of you could earn the throne, but you need to prove that you can handle the responsibility” -odin

jokes on him, neither of you cared for the opportunity to rule

you two were much better suited as warriors

you were both able to weild mjölnir, which created...disagreements

“i should have mjölnir! i lifted it first!” -you

“only because you pushed me out of the way!” -thor

“will you two just rip each other apart already?” -loki

speaking of loki, his pranks always exhausted you

especially when you appeared to have woken up in your twin brother’s body

“wh-what is this? LOKI!!!”

he always got a kick out of it

and the celebrations of victory? they never disappointed

“brother! another victory on the battlefield, but was there any other doubt?” -you

“of course not, y/n! at this rate, i don’t think we’ll ever fall!” -thor

“don’t put your hammer where your mouth is” -you

you and thor were definitely unstoppable fighting together, both blessed to be literal gods

“eyes front, thor! the fight’s not over yet!”

when you walked beside each other, sometimes you’d summon mjölnir to your hand

it always annoyed the hell out of him

“give that back”

“i don’t think i will”

“y/n, i’m serious”

“come and get it”

“that’s it!”

*swatting and wrestling in the middle of the hallway*

sometimes frigga would even catch the two of you arguing

“oh, my children. would you quit your bickering for just one moment?” -frigga

“but mother, y/n took my hammer!” -thor

“you’ll just have to learn how to share” -frigga

as the years flew by, there was always something crazy to occupy you

especially the day that thor had been banished, which hadn’t exactly gone as planned for loki

you were supposed to be banished, as well

“i suppose the future of the throne is your responsibility now, my child” -odin

“i...i don’t know what to say” -you

“but y/n doesn’t desire the throne one bit, i would have no problem stepping up, father” -loki

“we’ll deal with this later, brother” -you

you had to plan something with sif and the warrior’s three

yes, it was treason, but your brother would always be worth it. no matter how much you two argued, he was your other half

now you found yourself on earth, it was such an odd-looking place

and then you were chased by a destroyer

“thor, you must get to safety! i will not lose you again!” -you

“hi there, i’m jane...” -jane, obviously

“hello, lady jane! i’m y/n, thor’s twin!” *blocks debris* “i must go now!”

life didnt get much more simple after that, especially since loki had died (or so you thought) and the bifrost was completely destroyed, it would take a long time to fix any of the damages that asgard suffered

mourning over loki felt right and wrong at the same time, he betrayed you and your family, but you’d never stop loving him

he would always be your brother

as time went on, you had to visit earth once again because of...loki

“i should have known” -you

“yes, you should have” -thor

“you didn’t know, either!” -you

“and they call us petty?” -any SHIELD agent or avenger

loki mocked you when he was captured

“you were nothing but loved growing up, brother. what happened?” -you

“there was a shadow cast over me, thor’s shadow. don’t tell me you haven’t noticed it, either. odin only ever truly notices him and all of his feats” -loki

“you tell nothing but lies, loki. i won’t fall for them and i will not help you. you should stop while you’re ahead”

“so you agree that i’m ahead?”

threatening loki with mjölnir

ppl actually called mjölnir “thor’s hammer”

“i think you mean our hammer” -you

the battle of new york was admittedly terrifying, you knew loki had it in him, but seeing it in the moment just hurt you

it was possible you had a guilty conscience

but the avengers saved the day (mostly) and you brought loki and the tesseract home

and loki was sentenced to an eternity in prison

“hey, thor, think i’d have a shot at lady sif?” -you teasing the hell out of him

“shut up. you won’t make me jealous no matter what you say. my heart belongs to—” -thor

“the midgardian, i know”

you did sort of make him jealous tho ngl

aaanyways you pushed him to go see jane again, it had been too long to leave a midgardian waiting. their lives were short.

and you got to see her again! unfortunately you lost your mother that same day

and you were p i s s e d

murder? murder. (murder)

you may or may not have broke into the vault to get a weapon you could truly call your own

and then went against your better judgement and took loki to off-world with you

“y/n—” -loki

“shut up” -you

but you wish you had listened to what he had to say since you had the bear the loss of loki once again

now you had two family members to avenge

speaking of avenging, you steered clear of the avengers because......they were nuts

“y/n! you know, we could use another god like yourself on our team” -tony

“thor won’t help power your building, will he?” -you

“you got me” -tony

“so, you and thor are twins? who’s older?” -steve

“we actually don’t know!” -you

“oh...neat” -steve

“you know, thor was crying the first time he tried to lift that hammer of his” -clint

“i have no doubt about that” -you

“thor always talks about fighting in wars, but he never gives us any details. has he really fought wars?” -natasha

“oh, plenty of them! my brother and i have fought side by side in countless battles, you’ve even witnessed one! in new york!” -you

“how could i forget?” -nat

okay getting past all that, you focused on getting a headstart on some more *prophetic* instances that thor caught up to you on

and once you got back to asgard, you knew there was something wrong

“are you kidding me? loki? again?” -you

“hello, sibling. it’s nice to see you again” -loki

“why are you the way that you are?” -you

“that’s enough, y/n” -thor

✨going to midgard for odin who instead gave you a homicidal sister✨

hela was not nice at all. at ALL.

your heart broke when she shattered mjölnir

and loki made a bad call to open the bifrost for the whole odinspawn family

and next thing you knew, you were on sakaar

“thor? what the hell?” -you

“y/n! oh, it’s so good to see you! help me out here, please!” -thor

“i’m sorry, brother, but me and loki have been playing the loving brother/sibling act to keep it civil. this place...it’s unlike any place we’ve ever seen. we need to be smart. and we need to get back to asgard.” -you

“yes, we do. there is no doubt in my mind that hela is destroying asgard as we speak” -thor

“right, well...i don’t think loki will be joining us because, he and, uh, the grandmaster as they call him...they sort of formed a relationship” -you

trying to break thor out of prison and oh....hulk is here? that was unexpected

“y/n! y/n, that mean girl who kidnapped me? a valkyrie. a real life valkyrie!” -thor

“what?! father told us they had all died!” -you

“i think it would be safest to disregard everything father has ever told us” -thor

“i very much like that idea” -you

kicking absolute ass on your way out

you and valkyrie teamed up, so you had to say your goodbyes to loki early on, he made it clear he wanted to stay

“you will always be my brother, loki. i wish you well on your journey to find your place in this life. and i do love you, remember that” -you, giving him a hug

“...thank you, y/n. i...me, too” -loki

yet he came back for you in the end

after thor had lost his eye, he’d unlocked his true power........not to be a sore winner, but you’d unlocked yours first while he was on earth

but you two together? that should have been unstoppable

yet you weren’t

“what the hel? she should be dead!” -you

“we need to go” -valkyrie

“wait, i have one more idea” -thor

and that idea was the idea that ended asgard

but you’d create a new asgard

but then half of asgard was murdered by thanos! and you and thor were stranded in space! and loki actually died! and you were saved by space pirates! and were flirted with by half of their crew!

“thor, you need to see dmitri, you need a new weapon if we’re going to finish off thanos” -you

okay, well you and the “guardians of the galaxy” went after infinity stones instead, you knew that one day you’d have to

running into tony stark in space?????

“y/n? what are you doing here?” -tony

“i’m here to kill thanos, what are you doing here, stark? who are these two?” -you

“hi, i’m peter! that’s mister—doctor strange” -peter

everyone turned to dust after thanos escaped and you, tony, and nebula went to star-lord’s ship

and were saved by captain marvel

and reunited with thor

“y/n, by odin’s beard, i thought i had lost you” -thor

“it’s alright, i’m here now” -you

starting up new asgard and watching your brother fall into a depression that caused you to do most of the heavy lifting in this new kingdom

“are you still playing fortnite, brother? it’s five in the morning” -you

“can you pass...” *belch* “just pass me another beer” -thor

and after 5 years, you got to go back to asgard? but asgard from 10 years prior

“mother...” -you

“y/n, we have a mission” -rocket

“i know, i know...where’s thor?” -you

running into your mother while getting thor

“hello, mother. i...yes, hello” -you

“hello, my child. i hope that the future is treating you well” -frigga

“it isn’t, but thank you, mother. i love you” -you

and then you were back on earth and had to comfort thor, who was self-loathing again

but the work had been restored by a simple snap!

and you and thor were able to fight a real fight once more, summoning mjölnir again was invigorating

and there was some kind of bittersweet win here, one i’ve covered plenty of times

“it was fitting for such a great battle to be our final one for now” -thor

“you’re leaving?” -you

“i am, but i trust you’ll take care of our people like you always do. i will see you again, dear sibling. one day” -thor

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emerald-echeveria-plant · 3 years ago

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All hail

Sophie, humming while brushing her hair: hmmm..

Jim, walks up behind her and covers her eyes: guess who..?

Sophie, playfully: oh gee I don't know, Lukas maybe?

Jim: oh please you already know who it is babe. *Uncovers her eyes*

Sophie: I know, I was only teasing *gives him a peck on the cheek*

Jim: I wanted to give you something that I bought.

Sophie: hm, what is it..?

Jim, pulls out a shell small jewels necklace with small jewels: tada!

Sophie: Jim it's lovely! Thank you..

Jim: I was in the market today and was thinking about a certain someone when I saw this beauty. I thought to myself, huh, who do I know is as beautiful as this necklace that I found.. and you know who said it was..?

Sophie, playfully: I can't seem to put my finger on it.. 🤔

Jim: It was you.

Sophie: oh Jim, you're so sweet.. *hugs him*

Jim, hugs her back: I know.

//The two lean in for a kiss until Lukas pops his head in, sharing a hug with the two.//

Lukas: YAY! Group hug!! What are you guys talking about??

Jim, displeased: oh, hey Lu, were just having an intimate moment.. but it's fine, its whatever.

Lukas: whoops! Sorry about that, didn't mean to ruin the moment. *Rubs the back of his neck*

Sophie, giggles: it's okay, maybe next time Jim *kisses his cheek softly*

Jim, blushes softly: thanks babe.

Lukas: anyway, came to tell you all, Silver and Elinor made breakfast.

Sophie: we'll be there in a while, just gotta finish up getting ready.

Lukas, nods: aight, see y'all later! *Leaves the room*

Jim: now that we're alone.. mind if I can get that kiss?

Sophie: okay you can.. *Gives him a peck on the cheek* now get out because I'm going to change.

Jim, shrugs: whatever you say babe! *Leaves the room*

//Jim walks into the dining area where everyone was sitting at the table. He sits next to Ollie. Ollie notices the lovey dovey look on Jim's face.//

Ollie: Something on your mind Jim?

Jim: huh? Oh it's nothing.. just thinking about how I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

Ollie: what did you win the lottery or somethin'?

Emma: more like the lottery of l o v e

Jim, playfully: pfft yeah right.. Just because I'm with the most beautiful, intelligent, kindest girl in the world doesn't mean- wait.. yeah you're definitely right.

Emma, giggles: remember to have me as a bridesmaid at your and Sophie's wedding ;) *goes to sit down next to Jim*

Jim: that won't be for a while..

Elinor, places a bowl of porridge in front of Jim: aw young love, a precious thing to cherish. Reminds me of when me and Silver were younger. Butterflies in our stomachs and completely all over each other.

Silver: you act as if we still don't do that now.

Elinor: oh I know.. were just not young anymore. *Kisses Silver on the cheek*

Silver: like that makes a difference *hugs her from behind*

Fisch, jokingly: you two love birds gonna join us to eat or make out in the middle of breakfast?

Elinor: heh, you're right. Let's sit down Silver.

//Just as they were about to seat themselves, a comet had scrapped by the chip. Creating a large hole on the side of the ship.//

Silver: oh you've got to be kidding me!

Cetus: huh.. maybe I shouldn't have parked here.. sorry Silver.

Silver, sighs: I don't blame ya lad. No one could've predicted this happenin..

Andrew: we should go to Montressor to get that fixed up. It isn't too far from here.

Silver: I just hope we'll be able to make it.

//Sophie had finally finished up changing. She heard the commotion and worried something bad happened. Sophie rushed towards Jim.//

Sophie: what's going on? Is everything ok?? Jim, are you okay???

Jim: Babe, I'm fine! We just had a "little" accident on the ship.

Sophie: Little??! It felt like we crashed into something!

Jim: ummm.. more like something crashed into us.

Sophie, sighs: okay, this is fine.. We're going to be okay right..?

Jim: of course we are! They're just going to stir the ship towards Montressor, they'll get it fixed then bata bing, bata boom! It'll be fixed up and it'll be like the damaged never happened.

Sophie: I sure hope they do.

//A few minutes went by and Cetus managed to stir the ship towards a docking area. After having a conversation with a repairman, a majority of the crew left the ship. Deciding to explore or purchase since they were on Montressor.

Sophie and Jim decided to take a walk. They held hands as the two looked around the many shops and stands.//

Jim: Do you want to get something to eat Sophie? You kinda missed breakfast back there.

Sophie: oh, um, sure!

Jim: what should we get?

Sophie: hmm, how about.. a smoothie! I just want something light and easy to carry around for now.

Jim: Okay! Let's go!

//The two got into a line at a smoothie stand. As they waited, something caught the eye of Sophie. A few feet from the couple was a group of people reading newspapers. They seemed panicked as they chatted about what was in the news. Interested, Sophie walked over to the newspapers.//

Sophie, picks up a newspaper: huh?

//On the front cover showed a cryptic image of a woman with black hair in a red and black dress. They were holding to what appeared to be a staff. Next to them was a green woman with pink hair. The image couldn't make out what she was supposed to be. Maybe like a plant?//

Sophie: says here that the proclaimed dead Queen Hatred and her henchman Veronica have been spotted inside of Amoretia.. huh? Never heard about this lady before.

???: HEY!

//Sophie turned around to see a guard standing a few inches away from her.//

Guard #1: You! You're coming with me!

Sophie: uh.. no..?

Guard #1: you have to. They've been looking for you.

Sophie:

Sophie: who?

Guard #1: The high counsel of Terra. Now come with me! *Grabs Sophie by her shoulder*

Sophie, tries to jerk herself out of his grip: get your hands off me!

//Jim, who was about to purchase the smoothies, quickly turned his head when hearing Sophie yell. He ran over to her and the guard.//

Jim: you heard what she said! Let go of her!

Guard #1: can't. The high counsel told me not to.

Jim: high counsel??

Cetus: what is going on around here?

//The others had arrived when seeing Sophie and Jim in danger.//

Guard #1: don't I recognize you..?

Cetus: No, I don't believe we've met.

Guard: Wait, I do know you! You're that cursed cephalopid that stole from Terra's merchant ships!

Cetus:

Cetus: it was someone else.

Guard: I'm not letting you go this time! You and your entire entourage are coming with me!

Silver, smugly: oh really? You and what ar-

//A bunch of other soldiers pop out of nowhere.//

Silver:

Silver: I didn't even get to finish my sentence and you already knew what I was going to say.

//In the next scene, everyone except for Sophie were in the dungeon of the Terran castle.//

Valentino: why am I here?? I'm not a criminal like the rest of you!

Andrew: I'm pretty sure coercing with theives and pirates still counts as a crime.

Valentino: what?! I don't know that!

Elinor, sighs: hopefully our trials are fair and they actually give us, I don't know, maybe a few months behind bars? Then again chances of that are very low.

Valentino: you mean we'll be sent to the gallows??? But I still have some unfinished designs to do! Oh this is horrible!

Silver: oh shut it for once Val!

//In private meeting room of the castle, the counselmen were standing in front of Sophie.//

Sophie; who are you people? Why'd you put my family and boyfriend in jail???

Counselman #1: they were wanted criminals that deserved to be locked up.

Sophie: let them go! I demand it!

Counselman #1: you are so much better than them, why do you affiliate yourself with such hooligans?

Sophie: because I love them!

Counselman #2: Miss Sophie, do you know about your royal heritage?

Sophie: royal.. heritage..?

Counselman#2: hm, well you're father was the brother of Queen Illysa. Making him a-

Sophie: prince..?

Counselman #1: correct

Sophie: So technically I'm a.. princess..?

Counselman #2: also correct.

Sophie: I- I-.. why..?

Counselman #1: we need your help Miss Sophie.

Sophie: I don't understand.

Counselman #1: Queen Illysa has been turned to stone and we need your help guidance!

Counselman #2: yes certainly! We need your guidance on how to defeat Hatred!

Counselman #3: what?? I thought we agreed that we'd make peace with her??

Sophie: I-

Counselman #2: no, we need her to wage against Hatred! Why would we make peace treaty with that lunatic??

Sophie: um-

Counselman #3: because Hatred is going to kill us all once she gets her army back! Listening to her demands is the way to go!

Sophie: can I-

Counselman #1: enough out of the both of you! We need her guidance!

Counselman #2: yes with war!

Counselman #3: no, peace!

Counselman #2: war!

Counselman #3: peace!

Counselman #2: WAR!

Counselman #3: PEACE!

Counselman #2: WAR!

Counselman #3: PEACE!

Sophie: F*CKING SHUT UP!!!

//All counselman look at her with a shocked looks on their faces.//

Sophie: please... As your queen.. princess.. whatever.. can you let my family go?

Counselman #1: but they're-

Sophie: I KNOW WHAT I SAID!

Counselman #1: of course your majesty.

//Down in the dungeon, everyone seemed to accept the fact that they were going to get hanged. Except for Valentino.//

Valentino: I can't, I can't! This isn't happening!

Silver: Just say you're prayers. You'll feel less scared.

Valentino: there's so many things I haven't done! Like making a gown for a princess or skydiving or um, uh- I CAN'T DIE THIS SOON!

Guard, unlocks the door and opens it: congratulations, you've all been let go by the queen.

Cetus: the queen? Huh.., she most be feeling extra generous today.

Valentino: YES! FREEDOM!

Guard: not so fast horn head, she wants to see you all.

Cetus: nevermind. We're doomed.

Valentino: ಥ_ಥ

//All of them went to a private meeting room. They opened the doors to see Sophie and the other counselmen.//

Jim: Sophie! *Tries to run towards her*

Counselman #2, stops Jim: now what do you think you're doing???

Jim: huh?

Counselman #2: what? You're not going to bow to your queen? Show some respect!

Jim, looks at Sophie; Sophie..?

Sophie, bows her head: it's true.

//Jim looked very shocked. He tried to take in this new information but he had so many questions. Did she now she was a queen? Why couldn't she tell him?? Or why did they need her now??//

Counselman #2: didn't you here me boy? Bow before-

Sophie: that is unnecessary. Now, please leave us.

Counselman #1: what about Hatred? What will we do and prepare for?

Sophie: I'll figure that out later. I want to talk with my family first.

//The counselman #1 nodded as he and the other counselmen left the room. As soon as they left, Jim went up to Sophie.//

Jim: what the heck is going on??

Sophie: I don't know! They want me to handle a situation with a lady named Hatred?? I don't even know who that is! I don't know if I should go to war or peace but either one seems like a bad option!

Jim: babe calm down! You can think about it later...

Sophie, whimpering: then all of a sudden I'm made a queen and I found out my dad was the brother to the queen and I- I- *falls to her knees* all of this info is too much for me right now..

Jim, gets on his knees: It's gonna be okay, I promise. We'll figure this out together!

Emma: Jim's right! We've got your back Sophie!

Victor: absolutely! If you need some advice just tell us!

Elinor: you know this Hatred lady kinda sounds familiar..

Cetus: you know something about her Elli?

Elinor: From what I learned, she was just a myth at the time. A queen that lived five hundred years ago and almost had full control of the etherium. She was hell-bent on getting rid of all love in the etherium which is why she wanted to take over the etherium in the first place-

Jeremiah: wait, wait.. you're telling me this queen wanted to get rid of all love? What kinda lunatic would do that!?

Emma: almost like it's similar to trying to achieve class equality by killing rich people.

Jeremiah: yeah, I know right?

Emma, looks at him confused: oookkaay..

Elinor: but anyway, this Hatred is a big deal. Legend says she never lost a battle or war, created her own henchman, and was able to conquer multiple planets.

Cetus: Well, Hatred has clearly never met us before. We'll take her down! She'll be so easy to defeat because I mean come on, there's a ton of us and one of her. It's not like she has an army.

Elinor: She has an army.

Cetus:

Cetus: as long as we believe in ourselves we'll win!

Silver: yeah, that believing we'll take us right to the graveyard..

Valentino: I think we should let Terra's army handle it and maybe come up with a battle strategy?

Elinor: Probably. Even if we make peace with that looney bin, she'll ask for the keys to the Terran empire. Then she'll try to conquer the rest of the etherium.

Sophie: wait.. we have to fight her.

Everyone: WHAT?!

Sophie: Using an army won't be enough to take her down. If they couldn't do it in the past, then we can't make the same mistake. We have to make a plan to get rid of her by any means!

Jim: Sophie, are you sure about this?

Sophie: positive.

Elinor: Hm, maybe if we try ambushing her we can take her by surprise and get the job done! That's how they "killed" her in the past! But I'm sure we'll manage to get the job done.

Cetus: sounds like a plan! I'm in!

Andrew: me too!

Jeremiah: let's kill this tyrant!

Emma: heck yeah!

Fisch: I'll die trying if it means getting the job done!

Ollie: Hatred won't even know what hit her!

Lukas: She's going down!

Nomura: Destroying Hatred will be a walk in the park.

Lyka: Question, after we kill her can I take her jewels?

Elinor: Yes Lyka.

Lyka: LETS GO!!!!

Jim: I'll do it if Sophie's up for it!

Sophie: Honey I'm always down to kick some ass.

Valentino: um, I'll just stay here...

Silver, sighs: Alright let's go!

Elinor: I can't wait to beat someone up! It's been so long!

Silver: um.. yer not going lass.

Elinor:

Elinor: what?

Silver: I can't risk you getting hurt. We have cubs for goodness sake. You need to stay here and watch over them while we're gone. You understand lass?

Elinor: okay.. I understand.

Silver: I'm only doing this because I love you and our cubs..

Elinor:

Elinor, smiles softly: then go get em' you big softie! *Kisses Silver*

//Silver kisses her back. They others waited around awkwardly waiting for them to finish.//

Cetus, coughs fakely: kinda running on a schedule here guys.

Elinor, pulls back and awkwardly rubs the back of her neck; oh yeah right, sorry.

Silver: be safe darlin'

Elinor: and you be careful.

//And with that, the heros set off on another ship that the Terran empire owned. They sailed off.//

Silver: where exactly are we going Sophie?

Sophie: a planet called Amoretia. Its gonna be a while so we should plan our strategy on how to take down Hatred.

Silver: aye your highness!

//They sailed for the planet Amoretia. With Sophie contemplating if this was a good idea or not. Well it was too late to back out now. Time to go take down this fool...

Yet as they sailed, in an office on another planet, was a mysterious person sitting at their desk.//

???, Reading a newspaper: huh, says here old Queenie finally found a way to come back. At last, I was starting to think she'd never show up.

//Another person walked into the room, standing at the doorway.//

???: You wished to see me sir..?

???: I did. I want you too set sail for our ship. We're going to Amoretia.

???: Um, can I ask why sir?

???: Hatred is back and I taste an opportunity.

???: If you don't mind me asking, of what kind sir?

???: An opportunity to finally get all the riches I desire. As well as boost my position of power. And that hot-headed queen is going to help me get there. Wether she likes it or not.

???: Right. I'll go prepare the ship sir.

//the unknown person walks out of the room. The first unknown person placed the newspaper down on their desk.//

???: This etherium is going to become mine..

//Their snake like tongue sizzled out as their slit eyes lit up the room.//

To be continued...

((Hatred, Elinor, Valentino, and Jeremiah belong to me

Cetus and Andrew belong to @aalbliii

Sophie belongs to @sleeplessdreamer14

Emma belongs to @the-weirdos-mind

Lukas belongs to @wallymcflubberfins

Lyka belongs to @princssealexis165

Fisch belongs to @komatheterrible

Ollie belongs to @sailingthespiral

Nomura belongs to @authorchanlove))

#oc insert #tp: wormhole au #tp: all in the same boat au

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wafflesandkruge · 4 years ago

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have your way with me until you go (zoyalai)

Nikolai and Zoya's morning routines are like clockwork. She wakes him with a drop of stimulant. He makes a witty quip. Neither of them acknowledge what's between them.

So when Zoya shows up late, it's reasonable to assume that nothing else will go as planned.

@grishaverseonline mission 06: free for all

a/n: it’s literally just 2k of pining, pls take it, it’s all i have to offer. meant to be a parallel to the carriage scene at the beginning of kos but it got a bit out of hand 😔 big thanks to @storm-dog-pirate and @mareshes for helping me beta!

ao3

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When Nikolai woke, it was less surfacing gently from the sea of sleep than being abruptly spat out onto dry land by a monster. He inhaled sharply, his mind instantly assaulted with his surroundings. He was on his bed at the Grand Palace. Chains were once again fastened around his wrists. And an unfairly lovely face was hovering above his, her dark curls brushing his bare chest.

“Zoya,” he greeted with a groan, “how kind of you to grace me with your delightful presence this fine morning. I feel healthier already.”

She barely spared him a glance as she leaned over him to unlock the shackle on his right wrist. He caught a whiff of her hair, the same strangely familiar wildflower scent as always.

“Getting a head start on the flattery, are we?” Her voice was rough, strained. He could see a near imperceptible tremor in her hands as she fitted her key into the lock. It took her multiple tries to get the stubborn thing to turn. Odd, when she’d practically perfected the technique of unchaining a king from his bed months ago.

He shifted to get a closer look at her. Dark shadows bloomed under her eyes, her brows furrowed as she attempted to unlock the last shackle. Her hair was in sore need of brushing. Saints, had she really emerged from her rooms looking like that? Perhaps she was human like the rest of them after all.

“Late night?” he attempted. “Fun night?”

“Only you would think of fun while facing war on six fronts, my king.” She moved away as soon as the shackle sprang open as if she didn’t want to be near him for any longer than necessary.

He sat up and watched her retreat into the sitting room, rubbing at his sore wrists. Had he done something to offend her recently? Besides daring to breathe the same air as her, naturally. He pondered the question as he washed and dressed mechanically.

When he emerged from his room, he found Zoya hovering in front of a gilded mirror with a ribbon in her hands. As he watched, she attempted to pull her hair into something more manageable than its current frazzled state, but each time she’d miss a strand or the knot would become undone as soon as she dropped her hands. His eyes met hers in the mirror. The dark smudges under her eyes only seemed to make them bluer than ever. An untold secret seemed to lurk behind their depths, but she’d probably sooner jump out the window than confide in him.

“You’re a mess, Zoya.”

“Says the man who was just chained to his bed.” There wasn’t nearly enough venom in her voice to reassure him of his general’s wellbeing. He crossed the room and plucked the ribbon from her hands. She made no move to stop him.

“You know, I once had a promising future as a hairdresser,” he remarked idly as he took a strand of her hair in his hands after a moment’s hesitation. It was impossibly silky, and if he’d been wearing his gloves, he was sure it would have slipped right out of his hands. The dark scars on his fingers were hidden among the loose curls, and for just a moment, he could pretend he was just another man. But Zoya would never be just another woman to him, would she? He used his fingers to carefully comb out the worst of the tangles.

“Is that so?” The words were a challenge, or perhaps an invitation. He could never quite tell with her.

“Girls would line up at the door when they heard I was in town just to get the newest styles done by me,” he boasted. It was true, to an extent. By “girls,” he’d meant Dominik’s two little sisters, Faina and Polina who had adored their brother’s mysterious friend. They’d forced him to arrange their hair just like the ladies at court, and because he never did anything only halfway, he’d bribed one of his mother’s servants to teach him just so he’d have something to delight them with. For a moment, he could hear Dominik’s warm laughter as his sisters eagerly showed off their pretty braids.

Some prince you are, he’d said with a grin as the two of them tore into his mother’s sweet pastries. All you’re good for is making the ladies happy.

Not just the ladies, Nikolai had wanted to say, but Dominik had already turned to yell at his sisters for playing too close to the river.

But now Dominik was gone, and all he had left was the broken country that had failed him. And Zoya, always Zoya.

His fingers skimmed the warm skin at her neck as he pulled back another strand of hair. Zoya was barely moving, only letting out the occasional hiss when he accidentally pulled too hard. As he plaited her hair, his eyes wandered down to the collar of her kefta. It was slung unusually low this morning, and from his vantage point, he could see the tip of one of her scars, the paler strip of skin just visible beneath the fur collar. He couldn’t help thinking about how easy it’d be to lean forward and press a kiss to the back of her neck. Would she pull away? He swallowed and averted his eyes. Saints, this had to be some game of hers, didn’t it? Sometimes he wondered if the little things she did- sending looks his way that from anyone else, would have been a reason for scandal, or letting her fingers linger on his as she handed him something- were on purpose. But he'd heard the stories of the people she’d toyed with when she was younger and crueler. She played for the sake of the game, not the prize, and if the stories were true, she had yet to lose. He was never quite sure if she was playing the same game with him, but if she was, her winning streak wasn't going to be broken. He blinked and focused on Zoya’s reflection again.

“Zoya.”

“What?”

“What’s wrong?”

As expected, she crossed her arms and scowled into the mirror. “Nothing. Hurry up so we can be on our way, or people will talk.”

“People already talk. Why do you look like you stayed out drinking with Genya and didn’t get a wink of sleep?” He pressed the issue, not sure if she would tell him anything at all. Even after three years of rebuilding a country together, there were still some lines Zoya refused to cross.

“Maybe I did go out drinking with Genya.” Her voice was curt, clipped. He didn’t believe her for an instant.

“Without inviting me? How treasonous.”

“You were unwanted.”

At least her poisonous tongue was back. He supposed it was better than nothing. His braid finished, he tied it off with a neat bow. “There,” he said softly, admiring his handiwork. He let his hands linger in her hair for a moment longer before pulling them back. “Now you look a fraction more presentable.”

In the mirror, Zoya’s lips quirked upwards. “What an excellent valet you make.”

He was instantly reminded of that night in the carriage, Zoya snug in his arms as they played the role of sated lovers. She’d seen him at his worst, and yet she was still here every morning to wake him and face the country together. He supposed he ought to have returned the favor somehow, but what did he have left to give? Somehow, Zoya didn’t seem like someone who’d have use for his eternal gratitude or respect.

“Your buttons are done wrong,” he muttered as he caught sight of her kefta in the mirror. Either she’d had a very good night, or a very bad night, but he couldn’t decide which was worse. He spun her by the shoulders and hesitated for a moment before kneeling. Vasily’s voice echoed in his head as he refastened the first of the pearl buttons. A king never kneels, brother. But his brother had never met Zoya Nazyalensky.

He glanced up at her, but her gaze was faraway, her arms crossed over her chest as she worried at her bottom lip.

“A king’s kneeling in front of you, shouldn’t you be a bit more excited?” he quipped, somewhat desperate to get a normal reaction from her.

She raised a brow. “I’ve had plenty of men kneel before me in the past. Why would a king be any different unless he offers me a country as well?”

He moved on to the buttons over her stomach. “If I recall correctly, I already did. You weren’t thrilled.”

She stiffened. He rose to his feet again as he finished the buttons over her chest. The pearls gleamed in a neat line down the front of her kefta, nestled in the whorls of silver embroidery. He could spend hours tracing the patterns with his eyes, and he often did during particularly trying Triumvirate meetings. He resisted the urge to trace one of the spirals with a finger. Finally, he got to the buttons at her neck.

"Do take care next time to not look like..." His voice trailed off as his eyes left the saints forsaken buttons for a moment to find Zoya's exquisite face entirely too close to his. Even exhausted, her features still spoke of regality and poise, her blue eyes bright and defiant as they stared right back at him. Nikolai's eyes tried to return to the task at hand, but they met a distraction on the way, namely, her lips. Saints, her lips. He swallowed hard and tried to force his fingers to move.

"Like what?" she demanded.

"Like..."

A girl in need of kissing.

"...a toddler who tried to dress herself," he finished weakly. Then, as if his hand had a mind of its own, it drifted upwards and swept an errant lock of Zoya’s hair back behind her ear. His palm brushed her cheek and hovered there. He could scarcely breathe as if her closeness had sucked all the air from the room.

Zoya peered up at him from under her lashes, her gaze inscrutable. Then she sighed and let her cheek rest against his palm for the briefest heartbeat. Her warmth had barely registered before she was stepping back again, her general’s mask firmly back in place as if nothing had happened. Nikolai tried not to let it sting too much as he tucked his hands into his coat pockets.

“Anything else for me to fix? A broken shoe? A lonely heart?”

The last one was a jest, but Zoya’s lips pursed as if he’d caused a problem she’d have to fix later. “No. Let’s go. The Triumvirate has been waiting long enough.”

She turned to go, then paused halfway to the door. A foolish seed of hope took root in Nikolai’s heart, only to be trampled with her next words.

“Don’t forget your gloves.”

She swept out of the room without another backwards glance, the scent of wildflowers and thunderstorms left in her wake.

He would play her game, he decided as he found his gloves and slipped them on. Having his heart broken by Zoya Nazyalensky was still preferable to the impossibility of staying away from her.

#y e a r n i n g #anyways i'm still screaming in the distance about nik kneeling for her #there was like an alternate ending where it was sadder but am asked for an almost kiss so #be grateful #grishaverseonline #kos #king of scars #kos writing #shadow and bone #nikolai #zoya #zoyalai #dominik #grishaverse #leigh bardugo #my writing

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killmebutneverinsultme · 3 years ago

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@hopesustained allowed a pirate to accost Beckett’s sister-in-law:

Of all the places Jack would rather be, Beckett’s office was very close to the bottom of the list. Unfortunately, it happened that the foul little lord had acquired an artefact Jack needed to get inside a temple. It wasn’t as if Cutler knew where it unlocked yet, nor did he have a map, so it was only fair if the pirate liberated it for the good of humanity, which only happened to be true because it was removing something from Beckett’s possession.

Having picked the lock on one of Beckett’s cabinets, he found the item in question and stashed it in his inside pocket. Just as he was about to leave, however, there was a flourish of voices, a female one amid presumably protesting guards. It sounded like she was insisting on waiting for Beckett in his office ‘for as long as it took’ and that she wasn’t to be impeded.

As the woman arrived, Jack hid himself behind a curtain, peeking out just enough to be ready for when he might inevitably be spotted. Scruffy pirate boots weren’t going to be well-masked in a place such as this.

A few minutes elapsed, long enough for the guards outside to have returned to attention rather than caring much how the lady occupied herself. Jack caught sight of the woman. Neptune, she was beautiful. He wondered how she came to be involved with the likes of Beckett. There was no time to think on it long, for she was about to discover she wasn’t alone. He had to beat her to it.

All at once, Sparrow stepped out, pointing his pistol at her, and growled low. “Don’t scream, and speak softly.”

#t: trouble with tremaines #v: outlaws and in-laws #hopesustained

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omgrachwrites · 4 years ago

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The Princess and The Duke - Chapter Six

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: As the Princess of Spain, you were always supposed to marry King James of England to make an alliance between Spain and England. When he marries a woman at his court for love, you are married off to his best friend, Sirius Black the Duke of Bedford to keep the alliance. However, the court is riddled with secrets and a rebel in the North starts to rise against the Throne. Royal AU.

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff! Mentions of sex, little bit of angst

Words: 2458

Disclaimer: This gif does not belong to me and I’m so sorry if this Spanish is wrong!

Translation: espero vivir para ver tu hermoso rostro una vez mas - I hope to live to see your beautiful face once more.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

Chapter Six - Onwards to England

The first day of summer heralded with a clear blue sky and an almost sweltering heat, it arrived a couple of days before Sirius and his wife had to leave for England. Sirius wanted to make the most of the hot summer’s day before it was too late. The weather in England was temperamental, though it was now summer, the weather in England couldn’t always be guaranteed. That was why he was taking some time away from his work to spend time with Y/N.

Sirius grinned as he put the finishing touches together before he left the garden in search of Y/N. He found her in the grand ballroom speaking with some of the staff about the ball they were throwing on the night before they left for England. When Y/N spotted him she bid goodbye to the servants and wandered up to him with a bright smile on her face.

“Good afternoon,” she cupped his neck and greeted him with a sweet kiss, “I haven’t seen you much today, what have you been doing?”

“Well,” Sirius started, pulling his beautiful wife close, “if you come with me, I’ll show you,” he grinned as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Y/N laughed as she raised an eyebrow, “I’ll go with you, only if it won’t sacrifice my honour,” she teased as she took his arm and they walked from the ballroom.

Sirius smirked as he held in a snorting laugh, “oh Princess, your honour was sacrificed on our wedding night, over and over again.”

“Sirius,” Y/N gasped and giggled as she slapped his arm lightly, a flush forming on her cheeks. Sirius chuckled and kissed her perfumed cheek.

Sirius led her over the beautiful sun kissed grounds, through the water gardens and through the small thicket of trees that were on the edge of his estate. Y/N gave him a quizzical look as he got an old rusty key out of his pocket, lifted the curtain of ivy and unlocked the heavy door.

Y/N gasped as she ventured inside and gazed at the garden and the flowers that were growing all around her, “I didn’t even know that this was here, it’s so beautiful.”

Sirius smiled and wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder, “I didn’t find it until a couple of years ago, I found the key in one of the cabinets in the chateau. I tend to it but I’ve never brought anyone else here,” he chuckled, suddenly feeling nervous.

Y/N let out a little laugh as she turned to face him and he saw the tears that were sparkling in her eyes, “I love it Sirius, thank you for bringing me here,” Sirius smiled as he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips.

“Come on,” he led her down the stone steps and through the flowers that grew around their feet to the spot beneath the tree where he’d set up the picnic, “I wanted us to make the most of the remaining time we have left here. I made sure to get all of your favourite things together.

Y/N smiled, “you are simply the best husband in the world,” she giggled as she popped one of the ripe strawberries into her mouth as Sirius uncorked the wine.

There weren’t many things that were sweeter than ripe strawberries and summer wine but Y/N’s lips were definitely one of them. Their stomachs were full and they had resorted to kissing in the shade of the tree. When Sirius’ hand dipped beneath Y/N’s skirts she giggled against his lips and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away gently.

“Where did you find all the time to do this? What about your work for the King?”

Sirius sighed, biting his lip, he wasn’t sure how Y/N would take the news, “I’ve got it all sorted, Regulus is going to Cumbria as a spy. He offered.”

“What?” Y/N sighed, sitting up, “why didn’t you tell me? I’ve sent some of Spain’s best men to investigate the threat,” she narrowed her eyes.

“Look Y/N, if it is rebels then Regulus will be in a much better position to deal with them. Our family were awful; they would have done anything to overthrow the Potters. James and I were tutored together as children and we became best friends. I hated my parents and their ideals. James’ parents took me in as their second son. If it is rebels in Cumbria then they’ll think that Regulus is one of them. He’ll be taking passage to England with us before he rides to Cumbria.”

Y/N sighed as she fiddled with her fingers, “it seems like you’ve got it all figured out, I just wish that you had both spoken to me about it,” she looked so hurt, “we were supposed to be in this together.”

Sirius nodded as he cupped her cheeks, pressing a kiss to her mouth, “we are in this together, I’m sorry Y/N.”

Y/N smiled as she combed her fingers through his hair, “I forgive you, it’s hard not to with that pretty face,” she giggled, tracing his lips with her thumb, “I want another try at making a baby, we may have made one already but if we haven’t then I want another try.”

In that moment where she was lying against the tree she had never looked more beautiful and he had never wanted her more. He was glad that his new wife liked to be intimate with him, “as my Princess wishes,” he hesitated, looking down at her. He wanted to tell her, he needed to tell her, even if she didn’t feel the same, “I love you Y/N.”

Y/N smiled as she gazed up at him, tears sparkling in her eyes again, “I love you too Sirius, truly,” she beamed, leaning up to kiss him.

After their picnic – and their love making – they came across Remus in the corridor and he was looking unusually grim. Before Sirius could ask him about it, he had blurted it all out, “Do you remember that Lord who wanted me to meet his daughter, Mary? Well, I’ve invited him to the ball,” he took a deep breath, “you’re right; sometimes we have to do our duty to the King. Sometimes we have to choose duty over love.”

Sirius was rendered silent. What was Remus doing? Why was he giving up everything?

“What about Sophia? Have you thought about her, My Lord?” Remus just gulped before shaking his head and striding down the corridor without another word.

Y/N heaved a huge sigh as she gave Sirius a worried look, biting her lip, “Sophia will be heartbroken.”

Sirius nodded as he clenched his jaw, “I know my love, I’ll try and talk to him.”

The ball quickly came around the following evening and Y/N looked beautifully ethereal in a dress of golden satin and a crown of bronze leaves in her hair. She looked stunning and it seemed that many of the guests thought so too. Many Lords and noblemen were vying for her attention and Sirius felt an itch of jealousy as he watched stranger’s eyes roam over his wife. Though as soon as Y/N kissed him passionately in the middle of the ballroom his jealousy melted away and all he could focus on was Y/N.

The ball was going splendidly so far, there had been no drunken brawls to speak of and it seemed that everyone was getting along fine; Sirius didn’t want a fight to break out in his home. However, Y/N had been right, Sophia seemed completely heartbroken; she ended up spending most of her time outside in the balmy summer air beneath the setting sun. When she came inside in short intervals to get another drink her eyes were red and bloodshot. It was painfully obvious that she’d been crying her eyes out and she ended up retiring from the party early. What was worse was the fact that Remus had refused to look her way all evening. The Lady Mary was charming and beautiful but it was clear that Remus’ heart just wasn’t in the right place.

Sirius smiled as he danced with his wife while she gazed up at the beautiful artwork of the angels that had been painted on the ceiling, “are you looking forward to going to England Y/N?”

Y/N tore her eyes away from the ceiling and smiled at him beautifully, “well, it will certainly be an adventure,” she grimaced, “onward to England I say.”

Sirius pulled her close, “I’ll be right by your side, I promise, I’m not going to leave you Y/N.”

Y/N beamed at him as she nudged her nose against his and she kissed him long and deep, “I love you Sirius.”

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The voyage to England was just as rough and unpleasant as you remembered from when you travelled from Spain. You spent most of the trip with your head in a bucket as Sirius stroked your hair. When you weren’t ill you were reading stories such as the Arthurian legends and tales of pirates and mermaids that dwelled in unknown corners of the world.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the ship docked in Portsmouth and England welcomed you with a blue sky and just the hint of a sea breeze. You smiled as you watched the sun shine on the surface of the sea, making it shimmer like diamonds. It was a beautiful sight to see.

When Regulus parted ways with you to leave for Cumbria you hugged your brother in law, “good luck Regulus and be careful.”

He smiled as he kissed your hand, “espero vivir para ver tu hermoso rostro una vez mas.”

Sirius scoffed at his brother’s words and you fought back a giggle, you were especially glad that Sirius couldn’t understand Regulus; otherwise you doubted that Regulus would be leaving here alive. As you rode through the pretty English countryside you gazed over the rolling hills, spying little chapels and cottages that were nestled among the trees. Sirius told you tales of his childhood with James, how they stole the piping hot bread from the kitchens and they tried to smuggle a peacock out of the menagerie.

You giggled and looked over at Sophia, she was smiling but you could see the sadness in her eyes and you couldn’t blame her, it seemed like Remus would be getting married before the year was out, “it’ll be alright Sophia,” you promised.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” she sniffled, “I just wanted him to love me,” you wished that you could take away her pain but words could only do so much.

As you and Sirius were lead into the throne room there were many chatters and murmurs as you and Sirius approached the King and Queen. You ignored the many jealous filled looks that the ladies of the court awarded you. Queen Lily had a hand resting on her stomach and you hoped it was because she was pregnant.

“Duke and Duchess, welcome. Thank you for coming back to court, it’s an honour,” King James began.

You curtseyed while Sirius sank into a low bow, “the honour is all ours, Your Majesty,” Sirius smiled.

“The two of you must be exhausted after your long trip. Why don’t you get settled in your chambers and we’ll have a feast this evening to welcome you,” Queen Lily radiantly smiled at the two of you.

The chambers that you and Sirius were going to be staying in were very comfortable and spacious, there was a grand fireplace in the middle of the room but hopefully you wouldn’t be getting use out of it this summer. There was a portrait of two beautiful little boys hanging over the fireplace and you frowned as you looked at it, wondering who it was. It was then that you recognised those grey smiling eyes.

“Is this you and James?” you smiled at your husband as he flopped down on the huge bed.

“Yes, these were my chambers when I leaved at court, before I moved to my estate in France. I’ve missed these rooms very much.

You smiled as you wandered over to him and sat next to him on the bed, running your fingers through his long hair as he rested his head in your lap. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, “well, you were a very beautiful child,” you giggled as he flushed and kissed your hand, “I want a portrait like that of our children,” you admitted with a smile.

Sirius gasped and sat up, looking at you with wide eyes, “are you saying that you’re pregnant?” there was so much hope in his eyes and you hated to disappoint him but you didn’t know yet, you hoped that you were. Nothing would make you happier than being the mother of his children.

You shrugged as you cupped his cheek, almost wincing as you saw the disappointment in his eyes, “I can’t be sure, we haven’t been intimate long enough for me to tell. But, as soon as I know, you’ll be the first one I tell,” you promised him with a kiss.

Sirius nodded, pulling you into his arms, “and I’ll anxiously be awaiting the day.”

A few weeks later you and Sophia joined Queen Lily and Lady Mary – the woman that Remus seemed to be courting – for breakfast. It was a warm summer’s morning as you sat on the balcony, the day was so clear that you could see the hills that loomed and blanketed the villages. Sophia had been very quiet all morning, it seemed like she had been shocked into silence, because Queen Lily had announced that Lady Mary would be coming to court as one of her ladies. Mary was very charming and kind but you just couldn’t find it in your heart to like her, not when your best friend’s heart had been shattered.

Lily sighed as she popped a raspberry into her mouth, “do you think it makes me less of a woman, the fact that I can’t conceive a child?”

You sighed as you reached across the table and took her hand, “it will happen Your Majesty, I promise.”

Lily smiled at you prettily as she offered around a plate of strawberry tarts, “I know they’re your favourite Y/N.”

You smiled weakly as you took a tart off the plate and took a little bite; you almost grimaced as the sweet flavours filled your mouth. They usually were your favourite, the strawberries were impossibly sweet and the pastry was wonderfully flaky. However, you had lost your liking for them and you thought you knew why. It was something that you could not tell the Queen. Not yet.

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winter-fox-queen · 3 years ago

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Fire Meet Gasoline: We Were Meant for Each Other

And here is the epilogue!

Thank you all for the linked, reblogging, comments…you make sharing my imaginings so worth while, and I am very grateful for all the support.

No warnings, aside from cursing. Maybe fast and loose with how certain things work, it probably will withstand the ten foot rule? Also, I jump around time wise, so be careful?

Sending you all my love.

Three Months Later:

They entered the town in the dead of night. Three of them, a slender blonde with cropped hair, unlocked the door of the bowling alley that was now hers.

She was followed by a young woman with ebony skin and hair the color of fire, and by a man who looked like he could lead you down a dark alley and turn you into a pretzel.

Cee looked over her shoulder at her girlfriend. “Do you think it’ll work?”

Sabrina, whose hacking abilities were extraordinary enough she was being courted by several high powered agencies nodded. “We put in the time. The care. It’ll work.”

The meeting with the Sheriff the next day was the test.

The Sheriff did not know what to make of the three, dressed in black, looking like young versions of the four horsemen. “I want Ezra Prospect’s remains.” The blonde demanded. “I’m his next of kin.”

The Sheriff sighed, deflated, as if he was finally having to face something he’d been hoping to put off forever. “Come to my office.”

“All I know, Sheriff,” Cee says after the whole settling in and refusing coffee bit is past, “Is my brother came here to start a new life, and now he’s dead? What happened?”

“Well, you see, that’s still under investigation.”

Sabrina leaned over, staged whispered “He’s saying they have no fucking clue.”

The older man glared at her. “Young lady…”

“Am I wrong?”

His mouth thinned. “Your brother met a woman…” he pauses to describe you a bit, your place in town. “We did not know it at the time, but she was being stalked by the principal of the high and middle schools. We found an online blog that suggests that…well. He was obsessed.”

“Fascinating,” Sabrina said, because she and Mut were the reason the entries were there, and Cee had to put a lot of effort into not kicking her.

“He did not like how close your brother got with her and it pushed him over the edge. We think he might have…well, his brother is missing, too.

“Did she kill him?” Cee asked flatly. “Ezra was found in her burned up house, right? According to the papers?”

“No. I really don’t think she would hurt him…she really seemed to genuinely love him.”

“But she disappeared?”

“We are working on the idea that Gary Michaels kidnapped her and stole your truck. We haven’t been able to locate your truck, or any sign of…”. He slips the words away. Anyone can tell the Sheriff is genuinely pained, but the three don’t actually care.

The man, leaning against the office wall finally spoke. “Then how do you know it’s Ezra?”

“Uh. Well. We couldn’t pull any DNA we felt confident in. The body we found was of the right age and height. The right arm was broken in ways consistent with your brothers. I am sorry, but that is the only thing we are convinced of…that Ezra Prospect died in a fire, and that the fire was caused by arson.”

Cee was surprised by the tears she felt welling in her eyes. She let herself feel it, the enormity of it, the pain of it. “Did he suffer?” She asked in a tiny, tiny voice.

“I’m sure he didn’t.” The Sheriff reached out and patted her hand.

“What about the librarian?” Sabrina asked as if she couldn’t even be bothered to learn your name.

“Lost without a trace,” he said quietly. “When you are ready, I have some papers for you to sign…”

Annoying Poppet: The things I fucking do for you.

Space Pirate: Have I been well and truly interred? Will I now Rest In Peace, or will my ghost continue to walk the distant farmlands, mourning for the love of my life?

Annoying Poppet: It’s done. And you owe me.

Space Pirate: Your beloved lady and I have been working the financial bit of that out. Once we figure out how to transfer your remuneration without calling down the vultures, you shall have a comfortable nest egg.

Annoying Poppet: Not What I Meant. Asshole.

Space Pirate: You will see me again, my darling sister. Co-spawn of our beleaguered mother. Survivor of many things beautiful and horrible. Do you really think I would create a life for myself where I would have to do without your shining countenance for too long? My darling bride and I shall find a way to see you soon…or perhaps you would move here? Where we have chosen to call our new domicile is rather lovely, a veritable paradise allowing for hermit like tendencies while still giving us access to those things which we love such as books and food…

Annoying Poppet: How do you type that shit so fast?

Space Pirate: You know you love me. And I love you.

Annoying Poppet: I know. Speaking of. Where do you want me to send those fucking books of yours? The freight on that not going to be cheap.

A little short of a month after the fire — before Cee meets with the Sheriff.

You sit in the restaurant, waiting for a man who looks like Ezra but acts like the devil. He’s late, and if you didn’t already dislike him because you are convinced that he used your Ezra (Though Ezra does not agree) then this would not endear him to you.

Ezra, you know, is outside by a food truck, waiting. When you left his side he was contemplating what kind of Po Boy he was going to get, so you order dinner. The waitress is sweet. She has a quiet, watchful air to her that seems a little out of odds with her job, more like a security guard than waitstaff.

She comes back, after a little bit. “Your food is ready on the balcony. If you will follow me?”

You get up like you expected this, following her through the busy place.

She slides open a door, and gestures you in. You step out onto a cast iron balcony with a view of the street below. You look for Ezra for a second before turning your attention to the Thief.

He does — and he doesn’t — look like Ezra. He’s a couple pounds heavier, perhaps, his face a little more lined. Hair a little longer. He side eyes you, in his deep grey silk jacket, and his expression is as if he thinks you are there for his amusement. It’s not playful. He’s weighing you. Deciding your worth. You must have passed because he shakes himself out of it, gestures. “Sit. I have taken the liberty of completely ignoring your order in favor of what I wanted.”

“Gee, thank you.” One last glance at the street below, and you sit.

He grins and removes the silver covers from the dishes. “You have the taste of a librarian who hasn’t had more than two thousand dollars in savings your whole life. I thought you deserved a hand.” There’s nothing but kindness in his expression, but you still don’t relax. “My associate — the beautiful woman who led you here…will make sure we are not overheard…so let us eat and get to know each other…I am a very distant cousin of our Ezra. I suppose that means someday you and I will be related.”

You look at your meal.

“Absinth glazed quail,” he says, “And alligator in a citrus remoulade…the chef here has a way of cooking alligator so it doesn’t just taste like chicken.”

You pick at it. “Ezra told me that since getting a meeting with you is quite complicated, we should discuss business while we eat…just to make sure what we came for gets resolved.”

“A practical man, Ezra. Please. Let me see the goods.”

You slide two diamonds across the table, wrapped in a black cloth napkin that matches the ones you both currently have on your laps. He opens it, strokes the flashing gems, each as large as his thumb nail.

“There are four?” His face is impassive, but you fancy you see a touch of avarice in his eyes.

“Yes, but I did not want to put all my eggs in one basket.”

“You will understand if I have my associate inspect the goods?”

“Can she do it in my sight?”

He nods once. The door opens and the associate takes the napkin wrapped diamonds on the tray, and steps back into the hall, placing the tray on the console table. You watch as she inspects them.

“We will want all four, of course, if they are what you say they are.”

You pick at your food while you watch. You are surprised at how much you like the alligator. The waitress re-wraps the diamonds, writes something on her order pad, rips the paper off and places it next to him on the table, along with the bundle. She leaves.

He slides the paper over to you. You try to pretend the number does not impress you. “That is for all four, of course. Try the quail. The absinth makes a surprisingly savory glaze…you will have to expand your palate, now that you are rich.”

You and Ezra have to travel separately now. Papers for both of you are almost done. Just one detail left.

Both of you on burner phones, a mile apart at the most. You lay in the darkness and stare at the ceiling, aching and missing him.

“Ezra Pascal?” You suggest, because he wants to keep the name Ezra if he can. Sabrina found some choices of men who look like him…people with lives he can borrow the edges of, if someone gets curious and does a search.

“No.”

“Ezra Balmaceda.”

“What? No.”

“George Ezra?”

“He already exists, my pet, and no.’

“That’s what Sabrina told us to do…find someone who already exists…”

“Yes. But he’s getting rather more use out of his name right now…with my luck I would meet the one in one hundred who have actually heard him sing.”

“What? You don’t think you can manage to sing super deep?”

He grouses with you for a bit longer and you say, “You will always be Ezra to me.”

“If I do not find a suitable replacement, then you will have to get used to a new name, my love. After all, you may call me by the wrong name in front of someone.”

“We’re not on the Most Wanted list. No one will figure it out, not where we are going.”

On his side of the phone, Ezra smiles a little at the ceiling. He reaches his hand across the cold sheets, wishing you were there to warm them. “I miss you. I miss hearing my heart beating in time to your breath. I miss feeling you against me.”

He hears you swallow. “Soon, right?”

“I get on a plane as soon as the papers are done. I’ll get there ahead of you, see what I can set up for us.”

“I can’t believe you’re booking me on a cruise,” you say, and he grins at the slightly aggrieved note in your voice. “I’m going to be alone for a week. A week.”

“And then you’ll be home.”

A soft, longing sigh. “And then I’ll be home.”

He starts to make a Love Boat themed joke, but says, instead, “Talk to me while I go to sleep? Once you hang up I won’t hear your voice again until…”

And you do. You talk nonsense, run out of things to say so you start singing. He drifts off with your voice, gentle and bright, declaring that he is your sunshine.

And it’s into the sunshine you step as you walk down the gang plank, happy to be off the ship. All of your fellow travelers will get back on tomorrow morning, a few wondering what happened to…

“Mrs. Morales?”

Ezra’s shaved. He looks…weird, clean shaven. It’s jarring but he is so beautiful and all you can do is throw your arms around him and hug him tight. He plays with your newly (to him) dyed hair, and kisses you, deeply. You breathe each other in, holding him so tight you think his ribs might start to creak.

“I cannot believe you went with the ex-delta force guy.”

“That’s what you have to say to me? No ‘hello love of my life?’” You grin up at him, and he shrugs. “Well. Better than the FBI agent….or the ex-goth kid fresh out of jail.”

You let him take your bag, and then you let him take your hand. He walks with you down the street for a bit, and then he says, “I have a wedding ring waiting for you at home, Mrs. Morales. And a preacher who is willing to put truth to the lie and say the words that will make it feel more official that you are my wife. If you’d like that. If you would have me, despite my flaws. But if you wanted to wait, give yourself a chance to flee before that, I would be more than understanding…”

“I would be more than happy to be your wife for…well. It’s real where it matters, isn’t it?”

“We are a perfect match.” He says, and you tighten your hand around his, determined to never let it go.

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