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[bumblebeesfromvenus]

The Kiss of a Siren 🫧

Pirate!Leon S Kennedy x Siren!reader

A/N: it's done!!! I actually love how this turned out! This was a really fun pairing to write and I can totally see myself writing more Pirate!Leon in the future :)

~Fi ����

《Content》: a little bit of gore, but not descriptive. Death (a girl's gotta eat)Luis cameo! MIKE CAMEO! Leon runs straight into danger (Aka being Leon)

《Word count》: 6.1k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The ocean laid almost still, only soft and gentle waves blew over the water, causing it to ripple and lap at the wooden hull of his mighty ship. His gaze turned towards the horizon, watching as the moon reflected and glitter on the surface.

There was a soft slosh from his nearly empty bottle of rum as he took another swig, the burning as it went down starting a fire in his veins and being the only thing shielding him from the cold and salty breeze.

It was dark, all lights extinguished. His crew and his first mate were slumbering peacefully beneath deck, all rocked to sleep by the sea.

A feeling of melancholy washed over him as a sigh rolled off his lips. He knew his heart belonged to the sea, but he couldn't help the pressing loneliness in his chest on nights like these, wishing he had a fair lady to love.

Maybe then he'd consider coming home now and then.

He loved the ocean dearly, but she couldn't dry his tears and fill his arms as a woman of his own could.

He shook off the thought, taking a breath and focusing on the peaceful sway of his ship, looking forward to another day of wearing his Tricorn. Stolen, of course, although earned. Perhaps not by the accords of the Captain he'd snagged it from, but by his loyal crew.

Although Leon was a pirate, he wasn't heartless. He'd been through every terrible storm and ruthless attack with these men, and they respected him as their Captain.

There was no mutiny, no plans of overthrowing him, simply because he hadn't given them a reason to.

He was often called the Robin Hood of the seven seas; taking from the rich and cocky and giving it to the less fortunate. Of course he still plundered purely for the fun of it, but only other pirates.

They knew to avoid him, especially if they were the rowdy kind that took from the poor.

Because, above all, he wasn't just the greatest pirate Captain since Anne Bonny but a harbinger of justice that could both lend a gentle hand to those in need and strike fear into the hearts of anyone who had crossed him or his morals.

He was pulled out of his self pity by a distressed sound that cut through the silence of the night like a freshly sharpened cutlass. His brows pulled together as his eyes searched for the source of this noise.

Leon was on high alert, he wouldn't be surprised if rival pirates were using distress calls as bait for an ambush. Setting down the empty bottle of dark rum, he went over to the other side of his ship, facing the sandy shore.

And, as if the gods wanted him to see, he spotted a woman desperately clinging onto a large rock in the water. She was perfectly illuminated by the moonlight, even as she sobbed and struggled, she looked ethereal.

Leon sprung into action and climbed down the rope ladder at the side of his ship into a row boat.

What he hadn't noticed in his hurry, however, was the faint glow of a lantern being lit and a dark figure watching him carefully from atop his ship.

"Hold on, I'm coming for you!" He said loudly, rowing with his entire might as he saw the woman slipping.

"I-.. I can't hold on much longer, please help me!" She wept, seemingly trying to dig her nails into the algae covered boulder as best she could. Seeing her in such distress made his heart ache.

He didn't want to imagine what the outcome would be if he hadn't spotted her. With heaving breaths and a pull in the muscles of his arms, he rowed closer and closer, seeing her more clearly now.

She was quite beautiful, with her wet hair clinging to her skin and her tears glittering on her cheeks.

His boat bumped into the rock as he jumped up and held out his hand for her to grasp onto.

"Here. Just take my hand, I'll help you." Leon heaved, trying to steady the wooden vessel.

You reached for him, tightly clinging to his arm as he reeled you in like a fisherman would his catch of the day.

How ironic, you thought, having to stop yourself from smirking.

Your tail swished in the water, concealed by its darkness, as you made an effort to keep up your act.

"Thank you. Gods, you saved my life. I just wanted to bathe but the current ripped me away and I couldn't-" You babbled through sobs and wails.

"Calm down, alright? I've got you. You're safe." He spoke softly, much softer than you'd anticipated.

His huge yet gentle hands were steadied on your upper arms as you tightly gripped the edge of the boat.

"I'll help you into the boat." He breathed, now very aware of your bare skin. Your eyes widened slightly and your grip tightened.

"I- no, no, I... I'm so exhausted... I just need a break.." you tried to assure him with a half hearted smile.

"Oh, yes, of course." He chuckled awkwardly, sitting back down but still keeping a hand on you, just in case.

Your eyes glid over his form. His broad shoulders and bulging arms with a strong chest. Not to mention the mix of soft and sharp features and those beautiful blue eyes.

They reminded you of home. The deep, silent and peaceful parts of the ocean.

Lucky you; your dinner looked extra delicious today. Your mouth watered at the mere thought of sinking your teeth into his flesh and taking a bite.

It was quiet except for the waves crashing onto the rocks and the small ripples caused by you sloshing agaisnt the wood of his boat. You gazed upon eachother, a scene bathed in the fairest of moonlights, as your shared curiosity took over.

His hand slowly migrated to gentle hold your face as his thumb softly, but not without a hesitant twitch in his fingertips, wiped away at your tears.

Tears that shimmered like diamonds and the most notorious treasures of the seas. Leon was mesmerized, almost captivated, by your presence.

Something was pulling him in, something so deceiving, that he let himself slowly slip into your spell.

"A girl like you shouldn't be out alone past dusk." Leon broke the tense silence with quiet words as he brushed some of the hair clinging to your forehead out of your face. Your lips turned up into a soft smile, and Leon could feel his heart pound at your beauty.

"A girl like me?" You asked playfully, trailing you hand from the wooden edge to gently grasp at his arm. He thought for a moment.

"A girl so... beautiful. So sweet. So soft." His words were merely above a whisper and you could see his chest falling and rising just a little faster than before.

His pupils almost swallowed up the entirety of his pretty blues, making you mourn the mirroring image of your home.

"You flatter me." You replied with a soft chuckle, your other hand rising up to plant itself against his chest. He instinctively leaned forwards, his warm breath tickling your face.

There was a hint of sadness in your chest and it was getting harder to play the part. It seemed so easy to fall for those sandy locks and ocean eyes.

The line was awfully thin and you'd be damned if you crossed it.

"Tell me, what's your name?" You asked innocently, fiddling with the strings of his shirt.

"Leon." He swallowed thickly, his other hand itching to dip beneath the surface of the water, pull you out and whisk you away as his treasure, only for him to know the beauty that you hid beneath that darkness.

"Leon..." You tested his name on your tongue with a small smile and gazed up at him with such a bright sparkle in your eyes. Leon thought he was about to choke on air.

You gently, but with a firm hand, pulled him closer to you, your lips just a hairs breadth apart.

"What is it you desire, Leon?" You purred, your eyes darkening. Leon was hunched over, halfway to toppling into the water.

Right where you wanted him. His lips were parted and his cheeks were flushed, his pupils dilated so much you could spot yourself in them.

"You." He breathed out, leaning in far enough to brush your lips together.

You cracked a smile and brought your lips to his ear.

"How unfortunate." You whispered.

Those words made him snap back into reality, the hazy fog over his mind lifted enough to catch the sharp teeth as you smiled and the scattered, shimmering scales he'd missed before.

But it was no use.

The second he had realized, he was pulled under, ripped from his steady seat in the boat and plunged into dreadful darkness.

The air was knocked from his lungs and he struggled against your surprisingly strong hold on him as you dragged him deeper. Leon could see the moonlight fading, reaching out for it.

You, on the other hand, were euphoric. Ravenous for your meal.

Usually, you'd wait. Drown your prey and watch the life drain from their eyes, making them dull. But there was something about him that made you so impatient. So eager to get a taste.

Without another thought you sunk your teeth into his strong shoulder and reveled in the sweet taste of his flesh.

Leon screamed out in agony, but it was dulled and muffled by the water. Bubbles rose up as he desperately tried to get you off of him. His strength was exhausted, and the red tinting the water blurred his vision.

You hummed against his skin at the delightful taste of him. To your dismay, your feast was cut short by a loud noise, making you detach from Leon and flinch away.

Before you could get far, there was a searing pain in your tail, the salty waters now stained with your blood instead of his. A silvery harpoon was embedded in your tail, shooting hot spikes of agony up your spine.

You swam as fast as you could with the weapon in your fin, bullets whizzing past you as your form merged into the deep blue, vanishing before his eyes.

Leon pushed up to the surface with his uninjured arm before a hand plunged into the water and grasped him tightly before pulling him up to the surface.

He gasped for air and heaved in deep breaths as someone wrangled him into the boat.

The shirt on his left shoulder was ripped and stained with deep crimson as the rest of the wet fabric clung to his sculpted body. There were heavy pats on his back as he coughed up water, wincing at the excruciating pain in his shoulder.

"¡Joder! Are you alright, Capitán?" The frantic voice of his ever so loyal first mate, Luis Serra, rang in his ears, making him slack in relief.

"¡Mierda!. That beast got you good, huh?" He tried to lift the mood with a chuckle but Leon couldn't respond, his head spinning as he slowly took in his surroundings again.

Luis had a lit lantern with him, which got knocked over in his attempt to save Leon, his blunderbuss laid in the boat, smoke pluming from the barrel. A couple of harpoons were laid out as well, ones they'd usually use for fishing.

"Thank... Thank you.." Leon forced through heavy breaths as he held his bleeding shoulder.

"Always, Captain. Let's get you fixed up, eh, Sancho Panza?" Luis grinned helping Leon up onto the ship, who cracked a tired smirk at the friendly banter.

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Leon was lost in thought as he sat on the edge of his sofa, a singular lantern illuminating his day cabin. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he replayed the events in his mind.

With a heavy sigh he slumped back against the soft cushion, wincing when he adjusted his arm. There were so any feelings weighing down on him. Pure, hot fury. The urge to hunt you down, gut you and hang you out to dry.

He knew of your kind, of course he knew, the maneating maidens with the voice of a nightingale. Half fish, half woman. Sirens caused the worst shipwrecks, he'd heard the stories from the very few that were lucky enough to escape their clawed grasp.

There was shame. Ashamed that someone like him was so easily fooled by a pair of pretty eyes and a smile so sweet he could feel his teeth ache.

Was he just desperate and pathetic? Longing so deeply for a maiden of his own that he'd jumped at the first opportunity? Wasn't it honorable that he'd sprung into action to save a damsel in distress? He didn't know. He lived up to his reputation, that's for sure, but Leon couldn't bring himself to take the credit. He never could.

And then there was this bubbling curiosity. The urge to know more, to see you again. He didn't understand. You'd almost taken his life, yet there was not an ounce of fear for you in him. He was intrigued, he needed to see you again.

Whether it was to squeeze answers out of you or to get a smidge of that connection back.

He damn near broke his head in two that night after he'd retreated to bed, wondering if some of it was real. It felt real to him.

The way you looked at him, spoke to him, touched him. It all seemed so real and genuine. Were creatures like you even able to feel things of that sort? He didn't know.

What he did know was not only had you had his flesh between your sharp teeth, but his heart, too, it seemed.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The sun sparkled on the surface of the ocean as the Lone Rookie treaded along her path, splitting the waves.

Captain Kennedy and his crew were leisurely sailing across the calm sea, letting the tide guide them. He stood atop the quaterdeck, giving directions to the pirate that manned the wheel, knowing this part of the wide ocean like the back of his hand.

His first mate was keeping watch over the remaining crew, making sure their daily tasks were done as they should be.

Some were scrubbing the deck, others were covered in soot from keeping the cannons in good condition while the rest was busy hoisting the sails.

His coat looked pristine and elegant with the golden appliques sewn onto it. His Tricorn sat proudly atop his sandy locks adorned by a large, fluffy feather. His leather boots shone in the sun, same as his belt, that held his cutlass and blunderbuss.

His shoulder was still healing, the arm hanging close to his body instead of in the sleeve of the coat to minimize the strain.

It had been weeks since he almost met his end at your hands. Leon's mind had been occupied by thoughts of you since, wondering if he'd ever see you again.

There was shouting coming from the crow's nest, drawing his attention away from thoughts of you. They were coming up to a small formation of sharp rocks emerging from the water, but the lookout claimed to have seen something shimmering, bringing hope for it to be a lost treasure.

The Lone Rookie was carefully maneuvered closer to the boulders, being mindful so she wouldn't shatter to pieces against the rocks. But before anyone had the chance to inspect this mystery further, all heads turned in search of a soft melody that seemed to he carried by the wind.

Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay

Conversion with a young lass, who seemed to be in pain

Saying William, when you go, I fear you'll never return again

Whispers and questions echoed across the deck as they searched for the source of this enchanting tune. The crew slowly moved in tandem, migrating towards the edge of the ship.

Leon's brows furrowed as he took out his spyglass and tried to spot something between the rocks against the blinding sun.

A shiver ran down his spine when he laid his eyes on none other than you, in all your beautiful, sparkling glory. Your tail shimmered in all colors, and your skin was glistening from the water.

You were going to be the demise of his ship if he didn't act now. With a quick movement his spyglass was attached to his belt once again.

"Everyone below deck. Now!" He yelled, seemingly breaking his men from their trance. They scattered like rats, obeying their Captain.

"Capitán-" Luis began but was swiftly cut off.

"You too. Now."

"Leon-"

"Go."

With hesitancy Luis, too, made his way below deck. Though he did stay close, just in case. How his Captain thought he was invincible made him want to shake his head.

Leon kept his eyes on you, a hand resting on his blunderbuss. He spotted one of his men, a gunner named Mike, out of the corner of his eye.

"Mike, get below deck. Now!" He yelled, not getting a reaction.

The gunner's arms hung slack by his side as he slowly stepped further towards that lovely melody, drawing him in.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

The words glid easily off your tongue as you eyed your next meal before your gaze flitted to Leon for a moment. He locked eyes with you and you could faintly see him scowl which made the corners of your mouth twitch upwards in a mischievous smile.

Mike had now reached the edge and was leaning over, his pupils dilated as his eyes were trained on you and your beauty.

"Mike!" Leon rushed towards him, gripping his shoulders and trying to pry him away from what would be his certain death.

As if suddenly possessed by inhuman strength he shook his Captain off of him with ease and climbed down the rope ladder at the side of the ship.

"Goddammit." Leon cursed under his breath.

"Snap out of it! Don't listen to to her!" He tried to reason with his best gunner, but there was only so much he could do from atop the ship.

Leon watched as Mike eagerly descended into the water and swam your way.

You held out your hand in a tantalizing manner, watching as he reached you and desperately clawed his way up the rock.

His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal

My happiness attend him wherever he may go

From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly Sailor, until he sails home

Mike panted with a smile has he gazed upon you.

"The gods have heard me." He spoke brightly, steadying himself with one hand in the slippery rock and the other on your hip.

The gesture made you want to physically recoil. They usually never lived along enough to lay a hand on you. Still, you put on your best face and cupped his cheek, pulling him closer.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold

With the last, softly sung note you chuckled, a sound that could rival your singing. Mike drew closer, his breath on your face.

Your stomach twisted and turned when you remembered who else's warm breath you could feel on your face just a few moons ago. A much more pleasant and welcome sensation than from your next meal.

"You're all I've ever wanted." Mike spoke quietly, making you giggle and lean in to whisper in his ear.

"What a shame."

Your teeth dug into the side of his neck, puncturing his jugular as he let out a blood curdling scream and desperately clutched his neck.

In a calculated move, you slid down the rock with a tight grip on your prey and pulled him under, his blood staining your skin.

Leon's blood boiled as he watched one of his best men die in front of him. He wanted to gut you and parade around your corpse for everyone to see, but there was a sick and twisted jealousy in the pit of his stomach.

You had charmed and enchanted Mike just as you had him, but there was a part deep inside his heart that hoped he was special. You didn't put up a damsel on distress act for Mike, but you did for him. Surely all that effort must've meant something? He felt nauseous at his thoughts and returned his attention back to you.

You were smiling at him, your sharp teeth stained with blood before you dove under and splashed your fin, a noticeable scar from the harpoon sitting on the glittering skin.

He slammed his fists down on the wooden railing, a few splinters flying overboard. Luis emegered from below deck and hurried toward him.

"What happened?" He asked hurriedly. Leon stayed silent for a moment, sighing deeply, his eyes trained on the pool of red around the rocks.

"She got Mike." He spoke coldly, faintly hearing the gasps and sounds of sorrow from his crew.

His jaw clenched as he swiftly turned on his heel and waltzed towards his cabin, slamming the door shut behind him.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The death laid heavy on him as he tried to find some solace at the bottom of yet another bottle of rum. Though not alone in his state of mourning,

Luis sat next to him, puffing a cigar. Not as his first mate, but as his friend.

"I have to find her." Leon spoke sternly, deep in his thoughts.

His hands were intertwined and tucked under his chin, most of his weight resting on his elbows.

"Won't be too hard. She keeps showing up where you are. Maybe she likes you." Luis grinned, tapping his cigar over the glass ashtray.

Leon hated how that speculation made his heart jump in his chest. He shouldn't feel like this, especially after you'd cruelly killed one of his best men. But he just couldn't help the giddy feeling in his stomach. He didn't physically react apart from a sharp glare that made Luis put his hands up in mock surrender, and the faintest of blushes dusted on his cheeks.

"You know what they say about the kiss of a Siren, eh?" Luis began with a mischievous smirk, taking a drag from the roll of tobacco. Leon leaned back into his chair with a tight-lipped sigh.

"What, that you'll 'control the mighty seas and command the storms'? All bullshit if you ask me." He muttered, a slight frown on his face.

"Whatever you say, Capitán." Luis blew a new plume of smoke with a faint smirk playing on his lips.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You carefully poked your head out of the water and watched the Lone Rookie, specifically the handsome Pirate Captain that you'd gotten a taste of.

You've been mesmerized by him ever since you met him that night. Those kind eyes, that gentle touch... could he really be a pirate? He was nothing like the dirty brutes that you had the displeasure of meeting.

Your curiosity is what urged you to follow his ship and observe him almost every day since you'd eaten one of his crew. You did feel a little bad about it afterward, guilt eating away at you as you twirled a button from his shirt between your fingers.

What we're you even going to do with it? Give it Leon as a peace offering? Now, that seemed unnecessarily cruel.

In your defense, you had to eat something. It wasn't your fault that you were cursed to be a Maneater.

Some were whiny and outright annoying while others disgusted you to the point where you'd just leave them drifting in the sea and went off to find another, their behavior ruining your appetite.

Gods, what were you thinking!? He probably hated you know. A fair outcome, you supposed. You wouldn't be very happy if someone ate one of your friends.

You dove back under, pondering your options. You knew you shouldn't, but something about him was so intriguing that it was impossible for you to stay away.

How ironic that the Siren seemed to be caught in a spell.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The panic that arose in your chest as you struggle against the rough rope you'd managed to get tangled in was like nothing you'd felt before.

You were always so careful, kept your distance so no sailor would get their hands on you and do Gods know what.

You clawed and gnawed at the net, hoping your sharp teeth could cut you free. You were getting closer and closer to the surface, your eyes not having enough time to adjust as you were ripped from the deep.

Making yourself as small as possible, you waited in dreadful anticipation, saying goodbye to the ocean.

"This' a big one, Cap'n!" One of his men cackled, grunting as he continued to pull in the net.

Leon quirked a brow and stepped down from the quaterdeck, his belt rustling and his boots clacking against the wood as he walked. He waited patiently as his men reeled in their net, speculating about a big fish that would last them for weeks.

They plopped you down onto the deck unceremoniously, your tail hitting the floor with a thud as you pressed your back agaisn the railing, hoping to just disappear.

You hadn't even noticed Leon yet, to caught up in your fear to see how his eyes almost popped out of his head as his gaze landed on you.

"You." He breathed out, an unidentifiable mix of emotions in his tone.

Your head shot up, recognizing his voice, before it quickly fell again in shame, avoiding all eye contact with the handsome Captain. There were murmurs and whispers form the crew, some demanding to get revenge for their dearest friend and others that were interested in how much you'd go for on the fish market.

"What do we do with her, Capitán?" Luis asked from behind him, an uncharacteristically unsure tone to his usually so confident demeanor.

Leon's mind was void of all rational thoughts as he kept taking you in. How you cowered and kept your head down, seemingly afraid to even move a single muscle.

You were so confident in the water, seducing and luring men to their demise, but as soon as you hot caught on dry land all that cockiness evaporated and you looked more like a scared girl than a flesh-eating monster of the seas. He glanced around quickly before answering his first mate.

"Put her in that barrel." Leon gestures towards it haphazardly, continuing to bore holes into you with his look.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

That's how you ended up here. Cramped in a wooden barrel, sailors shooting you weird looks as you tried your best to sink as deep as you could, hoping to run from their judgmental gazes.

You'd find Leon staring at you from afar, striking under his gaze.

The protection of the sea was gone now. You were out of your element, and he was in his. You tried your best to behave, hoping they'd just get bored of you eventually.

Your first attempt at escaping and went as followed;

You nervously glanced around the deck, hoping you'd catch a moment where no eyes were on you. Leon seemed occupied looking at various maps with his first mate, while the crew was busy fulfilling their duties. You took your chance and took a breath to start singing, hoping you'd get them to dump you overboard so you could swim for it.

Before even a single not left your throat, a large hand was slapped over your mouth, muffling any sounds you would've made. Leon stood above you, his stature completely blocking off the sun.

"Don't even think about it. One of my men was enough." He said lowly, fueling the fire of guilt in your heart. You tried your best to ignore how his touch sent a prickly feeling down your spine.

You'd crossed the line miles ago, and you were swimming straight for the Bermuda triangle.

The sparkling moonlight on the ripple of the sea brought you no solace as you stared at the deep blue with longing, wishing you were back in your home.

You'd been on the Lone Rookie for about a week. Leon insisted on not letting you starve, to the dismay of some of his men, so they fed a part of their daily catches to you.

It wasn't human flesh, but enough to keep you going. Although you were around people all day, you hadn't felt more lonely. The disgusted expressions and whispered insults started to wear on you.

You were here only because you couldn't resist a couple of blue eyes and sandy hair that reminded you of the bottom of the ocean.

The door of the Captain's cabin opened and Leon stepped out with a lantern in hand, walking towards you.

Your heart was starting to beat faster but you still wouldn't meet his eyes. He placed the light on the railing next to you and leaned against it, staying quiet. You could tell he wanted to look at you, maybe even talk to you, but he held himself back.

The button in your hand seemed to almost burn your skin as you grasped it tighter. This was your chance at mercy and freedom.

"I'm... I'm sorry about your friend." You muttered quietly, the water in the barrel splashing gently as you turned your body to face Leon.

He was slightly stunned at your apology, maybe that you spoke at all, yet he didn't reply.

You bit your tongue, not knowing whether saying any more would be a good idea. You wordlessly lifted your hand out of the water and presented the button to him.

A soft crease formed between his brows as he eyes the button.

".. What's this?" He asked quietly.

You swallowed and raised your hand higher.

"From your friend." Your voice was merely above a whisper.

Hid jaw slacked slightly before he let his head fall forwards and let out a soft huff.

"Thank you." He replied softly as he took the button and squeezed it tightly, holding his hand to his chest.

There was a beat of silence before all your self-control left you, and you couldn't stop the words that spilled out of your mouth.

"I just couldn't stay away from you. That's what got me into this whole mess." You sighed, resting your head against the rim of the barrel.

Leon's head snapped towards you, your words igniting fire in his heart.

"You're just so... so.. different. I didn't actually think anyone would come to save me that night. I mean, I wasn't actually in trouble, but it was nice, still. You're nice. Not like all the other pirates I've met. They're rough and rude and.. you're not. I just can't stay away."

You laid your heart out for him. His heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his cheeks were dusted in a deep pink as he processed your confession.

He was speechless, his brain trying to come up with an answer.

You, on the other hand, were tugging at your hair, anxiously waiting for a reply. He could reject you, and you'd finally be able to move on, but as long as the option of him reciprocating was there, so were you.

Leon swallowed thickly, the way the moonlight was shining down one you once again not making it easier for him to finally find his words.

"I can't stay away either..." he confessed quietly.

"I know it sounds silly considering that's your whole deal, but... It felt real to me. Even if you bit me, even if you killed my best gunner, I..." he chuckled, running a hand through his hair and looking up at the stars.

"I've never... felt like that before. Never thought love was in the cards for me. You changed that." He spoke softly, gently guiding your head to look at him.

It was the first time you'd actually met his eye for days and it felt like your heart was going to melt right out of your chest. You were just as stunned by his words as he was by yours.

"It was real." You replied eagerly, lifting yourself out of the barrel to be closer to him.

"You remind me of my home. Your eyes are like the sea when she's calm and welcoming and your hair is like the sand at the bottom of the ocean, where all sorts of treasures can be found." You rambled breathlessly, the proximity of him making the air hard to breathe

. Leon was breathing heavily just as you were before he helped support you by placing a steady hand on your lower back.

"I just... I'm sorry for biting you, but I had to get a taste." Your face felt hot and your chest was rising and falling faster than normal.

His gentle touch was setting all of your nerves on fire, spiraling them into a hot frenzy.

"What if... what if you get a taste without drawing blood?" He asked in a quiet and breathy voice, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You nodded quickly, grasping onto him wherever you could.

With your confirmation, his strong arm wrapped around your back and he lifted you out of the barrel and onto the railing, holding you tightly, before finally pressing a kiss to your lips

. The desperation and passion in the kiss made you melt against him, a satisfied hum escaping your lips. Leon smiled into the kiss, teasingly squeezing your waist, making you giggle.

You gently held his face, the image of the both of you like that from a painting. You pulled away from each other for air, chests heaving, and your lips slightly puffy.

"I want to keep you forever." He muttered, pressing his forehead to yours.

You chuckled breathlessly, playing with the hair at his nape.

"I'm sorry I can't stay. But I belong out there," you nodded your head in the direction of the sea, "and you belong here." You spoke with a soft smile, placing a peck on his lips.

He made a soft displeased noise.

"Here." you untangled an iridescent shell from your hair and placed it into his palm, closing his hand and bringing it to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles.

"That way, I'm always with you." His expression softened.

"Thank you."

Leon stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small golden anchor charm, one he'd gotten on one of his first raids and kept as a lucky charm.

"Now, I'm always with you, too." He attached it to the lock of hair you'd taken the shell from, pushing a few strands out of your face with a smile.

"Will you promise me something?" Leon asked quietly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

You hummed softly, leaning into his touch.

"Promise me you'll always sing for me."

You smiled softly and pulled him a little closer.

"I promise. I'll only sing for you." You whispered, gently bumping your nose against his, making him smile.

You pulled him for a last kiss, one he happily indulged, before loosening your grip on him.

Letting yourself fall back from the railing, you elegantly dove into the water, Leon's eyes glued to the shimmering scales of your tail.

You blew him a kiss before diving deep into your home with a heavy heart. It was a bittersweet parting, no doubt, but the trinkets you'd exchanged with your lover would ease the ache.

With a sad smile Leon watched you disappear before retreating for the night. The only thing he'd have to explain in the morning was how you'd escaped and where he got the shimmering shell that was pinned to his coat.

When he heard a soft comforting melody that night, he smiled to himself, keeping your gift close to his heart.

From then on, you were never far. Always circling around the Lone Rookie, keeping an eye on not only Leon but his crew.

The kiss of a Siren might not have given Leon the power to command the sea, it did, however, give him the benefit of a hauntingly beautiful complicit that was more than happy to feed on his enemies.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ──🌊── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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[yall-batman-fanfic]

Love of My Life | Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader!Magician x Batsis

Synopsis: Bruce and Vivian enjoy the moments they have with their daughter.

The cries of her daughter woke Vivian from her deep slumber.

“I'm coming,” Vivian yawned as she got out of bed to go to the crib that was in the room. “Mama's coming… and you can't do this while it's your father's night, huh?” She teased.

“Go back to sleep, I got her,” Bruce's rough voice woke her fully. Standing by the crib was Batman, still wearing his cowl and armor, but he removed his cowl and cape, and threw his utility belt and gauntlets and gloves to the floor before he reached into the crib to get his daughter.  He had come from the window, Vivian guessed, considering the one that was just a couple of feet from the crib was open.

Vivian sat back in their bed and watched as her husband cradled their daughter, hoping it would ease her cries so he could holder longer but the infant was hungry and he would have to give the girl to her.

Eventually Bruce sighed and walked to their bed and handed Valerie carefully into her arms and Vivian unbuttoned her shirt so she could breast-feed. Silence filled the room, but one that was comforting.

“Welcome home,” Vivian greeted him.

Bruce smiled and leaned closer to kiss her but just briefly so he would crush the suckling baby. “I wanted to come back early before she wakes up.”

Leave it to Batman to know the schedule when their daughter usually wakes and asks for milk. 

“Come to bed,” Vivian said to him.

“I will, let me change first,” he said but then Valerie let out a sound as if in protest of him leaving. “Or not,” he chuckled. “She grows so fast everyday.”

“I know,” Vivian brushed their daughter's hair, “It won't be long before she's walking around causing trouble… how was patrol?”

“Quiet,” said Batman. “Nothing that connects to our cases, it looks like they all went silent to get us out of their trail… I visited Grundy, left him some food.”

“Solomon Grundy,” Vivian smiled then began the rhyme, “Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. This is the end. Of Solomon Grundy.”

“A little dark for her age, don't you think?” Bruce raised a brow.

“Please, Damian's been reading to her Grimm Brothers’ stories.”

“I'll talk to him about that.”

“It's either that or Dickens.”

Bruce hummed.

“Jason's been reading to her Anne of Green Gables, she likes it when Jason reads to us in the living room.”

“He's been here for a while now,” Bruce noticed.

“He wants to spend time with his sister,” Vivian said to him. “How about this poem?

“Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go/Friday's child is loving and giving/ Saturday's child works hard for his living/And the child that is born on the Sabbath day/Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.”

Bruce chuckled. “lighter than Solomon Grundy's.”

Valerie was finally full and Bruce took her to burp. After a couple of minutes she finally let out that cute burp without barfing all over him. A miracle! The girl then made noises which the couple thought was her way to talking to them, rather, to him as if telling him about her day.

“Alright, it looks like she's wide awake,” Vivian took their baby from his arms. “Go clean up so we can snuggle in bed.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” Bruce placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead and then on Vivian's lips before heading out, making Valerie whimper and reaching out to him. “I'll be back.”

Valerie sniffled and kept reaching out to him. Seeing her daughter wanted her father's company, Vivian said, “Go take a shower, I'll entertain her while we wait.”

“I'll make it quick.”

“You better,” Vivian had their daughter lay on her lap and then with her free hand, she conjured her magic to create soft balls of light that turned to birds. Valerie always liked it when her mother used her magic, or whenever she makes those pretty, gold lights. “You like watching the robins, huh?”

Valerie made a sound of delight. 

“Your brothers love you too, my darling girl,” Vivian sighed, then she started to hum the song her mother would sing to her as a child. It was an old poem she thought her mother found in a book and turned to a song but after learning that her mother was actually an immortal witch from 17th century Gotham, she realized it might be a song that was taught to her at that time. The entire time, Valerie smiled and made cooing noises as her mother sang to her and made those gold lights transform to different things, when the light touched her cheek the girl giggled loudly that it was too cute for Vivian not to kiss her daughter's cheeks.

“Love of my life, you've hurt me,” Vivian singing the song by Queen, remembering the times her mother would have them share a walkman and connect their headphones to listen to it. ‘“Love of my life, can't you see? Bring it back, bring it back…

Valerie took hold of her red hair and playfully tugged on it, Vivian let it be and said to her child, “You and your brothers and sisters are my word,” Vivian whispered to her daughter. “I love you so much, my darling girl.”

Bruce finally came to bed and Vivian handed their daughter to him, as they expected the girl squealed in delight and was patting on her father's face in excitement to be in his arms. As Bruce played with his infant daughter, Vivian saw the look on his face that she has seen before whenever Batman would try to cheer up children who are frightened, but this was different. It was more than that, one that cannot be explained with words. Happy isn't enough to describe it nor was love. It was unconditional.

Reaching out, Vivian wiped the tear that fell down Bruce's cheek as he played with Valerie in his arms. 

Turning to her, Bruce leaned into her touch and made a request, “Kiss me. Please, just kiss me.”

Vivian scooted closer and cupped her husband's cheek and kissed him one that was full of love and passion.

“I love you,” Bruce whispered.

“I love you,” Vivian whispered back. 

“Say it backwards — just to lock it in,” he smiled.

“I evol uoy,” Vivian gave into his request. 

The sound of Valerie making a noise to call their attention had Bruce and Vivian turn to the girl and saw her pouting. Laughing, Vivian and Bruce leaned closer to her and placed a kiss on both her cheeks. 

“We love you too,” Vivian said to their daughter.

“If only there's a way to make time stop or slow down,” Bruce thought out loud. “So I can hold you like this for a long time.”

“If only,” Vivian agreed. 

They stayed up for what felt like hours with Valerie playing with them. At one point Vivian joked how their daughter inherited their sleeping habits and was a nocturnal creature as well. Bruce mentioned that his mother teasingly blamed his father for that habit of his when he was a child. Maybe it was a trait of the Waynes. To be creatures of the night. 

Vivian could only imagine how hard it would be to wake up for school in a couple of years.

“Can she sleep here, beside us?”

“Of course,” Vivian waved her hand and had Valerie’s pillow and blanket shoot from the crib and to her hand. She scooted back to her side and placed the girl’s favorite pillow in its place and lets Bruce place the infant between them. She was sleepy but Valerie was doing everything she could to stay up, even if it meant babbling about things her parents played along that they understood while trying to keep her eyes open. Eventually, sleep won and Valerie was snoring peacefully.

“You should sleep too,” said Bruce.

“I will. I'm sure she'll wake me up later,” Vivian laid down in bed but instead of lying on her pillow she went down to the same level as her daughter. 

Bruce wrapped an arm around his wife and his daughter. “Dick said he could babysit so we could have a date night. It's been a while since we had one.”

Vivian chuckled. “I wouldn't mind, but…”

“I agree,” Bruce shrugged. “We can have more date nights in the future. For now, let's enjoy this time with her. While she's still this young.”

“Looks like your brothers have something up their sleeve, huh?”

“Looks like she's having a good dream,” Bruce brushed his finger on the girl's cheek. “I wonder what it is.”

“I hope we find each other in the Dreaming,” Vivian whispered and finally fell asleep.

Bruce should also head to bed but how could he close his eyes when he has the most beautiful sight there was. His wife and daughter in his arms, sleeping peacefully because they know they're safe. If sleep ever came to him, Bruce wasn't sure because in his dreams he was with them as well.

[lizbethborden]

Hi again! Yeah, from your bookshelf! You seem well informed and I wanna know the type of stuff you read and might recommend. I don't even know what to tell you for my interests because I feel like I'm just begining. Sorry I'm young and dumb still haha.

#1 you're not dumb and #2 nothing to apologize for :)

Here's some books I've got on my shelves or that I've read:

Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists, Laura Bates

Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights, Katha Pollitt

Women, Race, & Class, Angela Davis

American Girls, Nancy Jo Sales

Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, eds. Julia Penelope and Susan J Wolf

Lesbian Studies, Margaret Cavendish

Hood Feminism, Mikki Kendall

Against White Feminism, Rafia Zakaria

Sister and Brother: Lesbians and Gay Men Write About Their Lives Together, eds Joan Nestle and John Preston

Another Mother Tongue, Judy Grahn

Aimee & Jaguar, Erica Fischer

Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought, ed. Briona Simone Jones

Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell

The Mary Daly Reader, eds. Jennifer Rycenga and Linda Barufaldi

Hidden from History: Reclaiming the Gay and Lesbian Past, eds. Martin Duberman, Martha Vicinus, George Chauncey Jr.

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society, Cordelia Fine

Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Father's Tongue, Julia Penelope

The Resisting Reader, Judith Fetterley

The Double X Economy, Linda Scott

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture, ed. Roxane Gay

Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists, Joan Smith

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

The Trials of Nina McCall: Sex, Surveillance, and the Decades-Long Government Plan to Imprison "Promiscuous" Women, Scott Stern

The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory, Marilyn Frye

Only Words, Catharine A. Mackinnon

Everything Below the Waist: Why Health Care Needs a Feminist Revolution, Jennifer Block

Witchcraze: A New History of the European Witch Hunts, Anne Llwellyn Barstow

Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture, Peggy Orenstein

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men, Caroline Criado-Perez

Lesbian Ethics: Toward New Values, Sarah Lucia Hoagland

We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement, Andi Zeisler

Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, Adrienne Rich

Feminism, Animals, and Science: The Naming of the Shrew, Lynda Birke

The Female Body in Western Culture: Contemporary Perspectives, ed. Susan Rubin Suleiman

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, Gloria Anzaldua

Flesh Wounds: The Culture of Cosmetic Surgery, Virginia L Blum

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment, Patricia Hill Collins

Pornland: How Porn has Hijacked our Sexuality, Gail Dines

Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women, Susan Faludi

From Eve to Dawn: A History of Women in the World, Marilyn French

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, eds. Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua

Seeing Like a Feminist, Nivedita Menon

With Her Machete In Her Hand: Reading Chicana Lesbians, Catriona Reuda Esquibel

The Disappearing L: Erasure of Lesbian Spaces and Culture, Bonnie J. Morris

Foundlings: Lesbian and Gay Historical Emotion before Stonewall, Christopher Nealon

The Persistent Desire: A Butch/Femme Reader, ed. Joan Nestle

The Straight Mind and Other Essays, Monique Wittig

The Trouble Between us: An Uneasy History of White and Black Women in the Feminist Movement, Winifred Breines

Right-Wing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Woman Hating, Andrea Dworkin

Why I Am Not A Feminist, Jessica Crispin

Sapphistries: A Global History of Love Between Women, Leila J Rupp

I tried to avoid too many left turns into my specific interests although if you passionately want to know any of those, I can make you some more lists LOL

I would suggest picking a book that sounds interesting and using the footnotes and bibliography to find more to read. I've done that a lot :) a lot of my books have more sticky tabs or w/e in the bibliography than in the text so I don't lose stuff I'm interested in.

Hope this helps!

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hector Barbossa x Lora (oc)🧭🍏🌊

and

Hector Barbossa x fem navigator reader

Synopsis: A simple dance that unites a navigator and captain.

Warnings: none

A/n: Hello, I've made a one-shot on behalf of a gift to a couple of artists I've commissioned. Hope you enjoy it, and please check out the respected artists for they are extremely talented.

A/n: Down below, I've attached an x-reader version if you're interested in that instead :).

Let me know if you would like a part 2 🙌

Enjoy💖

@stephpotterart

@kitxel-draws

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Twas a silent night aboard the Black Pearl; the gentle current rocked the sailing galleon. A young woman stood on the open deck at the taffrail, staring at the heavens above her. Her blue eyes were captivated by the brightest star of the east ‘Sirius’. She couldn’t pinpoint why or how it fascinated her; she was undoubtedly no astronomer like Carina, but something about it pulled her in. The charts displayed the constellations, but observing them with the naked eye was undoubtedly more captivating. The woman stood motionless, her senses attuned to the wind’s gentle caress as it brushed against her bare shoulders, causing her golden locks to sway and dance in the breeze. In her grip, she clutched a piece of parched paper tightly, its surface etched with cryptic writings that detailed the exact coordinates leading to an uncharted island renowned for its fabled treasure trove, discovered by the notorious Anne Bonny. Despite the potential danger, she had spent countless hours gathering similar documents and ship logs from explorers, sailors, and even pirates, all in pursuit of something greater. Nothing could deter her from this quest, and she was willing to risk everything to uncover the secrets of the unknown. As she set sail, her thoughts consumed by the prospect of adventure, she carefully unfurled the yellow parchment, revealing a hand-drawn map with a bright star marking the location of her destination. The woman's grip on the parchment tightened as the wind picked up, threatening to snatch the delicate document from her hands. She remained steadfast and determined to hold the valuable prize despite the wind. Her eyes scanned the paper, memorizing the precise navigational longitude and latitude leading her to her destination. She clung to the parchment with unwavering focus, unwilling to let it slip away from her grasp.

Standing proudly at the ship’s helm was the captain, resplendent in his vibrant blue frock coat and black bicorne, adorned with intricate gold embellishments. Leaning his weight on a sturdy wooden crutch, he expertly wielded a silver-coated spyglass, his keen gaze fixed on the endless expanse of stars that gave him crucial guidance to his intended destination. Two other men, rugged and weathered, stood nearby, sporting rough coats and thick beards, their tricorne hats perched jauntily on their heads. “Orders, sir? we’ve got Jack tied to the mast.” With a respectful gesture, Murtogg raised his hand to his forehead in a salute and inquired politely, “May I ask a question captain, whadda we do with the other two” In a gesture of solidarity, Mullroy followed suit replicating the same action. Following a period of stargazing through his trusty telescope, the captain turned his gaze to the steadfast sentinels standing at his side. “Leave Jack an’ tha ot’er lad, Carina be tha one we need; she holds tha map ta tha trident”, he gave out his command. “As for the girl, sir? Shall we tie her along with Sparrow” Murtogg asked. The captain turned his head, looking perplexed at the young woman; he couldn't reasonably determine what had seized her interest. But as soon as he caught sight of the parchment in her hand, he understood, she was utilizing the constellations. The woman's fascination with the star Sirius was undeniable, but her callow experience in sailing was an obstacle. Despite her ardent love for the sea, she knew encountering a strict and uncompromising captain could result in severe punishment. The thought of being subjected to the brutal cat-o-nine tails or even keelhauling made her shudder. Nonetheless, her unwavering passion for the stars and the sea drove her forward, and she remained determined to pursue her dreams, no matter the challenges ahead.

“Sir?” Murtogg said once more.

“Nay, she ain’t o’ any use ta us fer now, we’ll maroon er’ once we obtain what we came ere’ fer”, The captain’s coarse voice confirmed.

“A-aye then, captain” After saluting, Murtogg and Mullroy proceeded to guard Jack and Henry. The captain firmly grasped the helm's handles; curiously, he glanced back at the young woman holding the parchment. Perhaps he should’ve tied her up with the others; allowing one leverage isn’t something he usually does. What is she doing? What was she thinking? What in the blazes is she wanting? 

His eyes fixated on the girl. Treasure? The sea? Freedom? Going on account?

What does she want? He was deep in thought. Further and further, his mind strayed from his position. Her inquisitive mind is—"Oh belay this, tis be addle, why on ear’t should I be—" He posed questions about her curious mind. Once he returned to reality, the young woman’s parchment slipped through her fingers. On instinct, he hobbled down the ladder and tried to catch the parchment, only for it to be caught under his wooden peg leg. He bent over and picked it up; his rough, chapped, calloused hand kept the piece in his grip. He precisely examined the intricately drawn map, tracing his finger over each coordinate until his finger landed upon the dazzling drawn star. The celestial bodies on the map and in the vast expanse of the sky were in immaculate alignment, forming a mesmerizing spectacle. The star in the sky shone brightly, and its beauty entranced him. “Excuse me, sir; you have something of mine in your possession.” He stood there, lost in thought, he suddenly became aware of a soothing, dulcet-toned voice from behind him. The voice was elegant, as if it belonged to a refined and cultured lady.

As the captain turned around, his gaze fell upon a striking young lady with luscious golden tresses fashioned in a pouffe with a single coil gracefully cascading down her shoulder. Her complexion was as fair as porcelain, and her countenance radiated with youthful vitality. She was adorned in a light whitish gold sack-back gown, perfectly complementing her complexion. Tiny freckles were scattered lightly across her nose and cheeks, enhancing her angelic features. Her lips were full and luscious, painted in a rosy, pink hue.

“Tis my map, sir; it slipped from my fingers whilst I was trying to read the coordinates”, The young woman explained.

Hector held the map in his grasp, not precisely giving it back right away, intending to ask: "What is yer purpose fer possessing it? Are ya anticipatin’ discoverin’ a coffer o’ medallions, gold, jewels, or silver?".

Instead, he couldn’t open his yap; no words came out. He felt like an utter addle blaggard. “I anticipate sailing on the high seas; I’ve no desire for treasure nor the thrill of anticipating in such greed”, The young woman spoke.

“Then why possess a map if ye don’t intend ta track what’s marked” He seemed puzzled, with a questioning tone and expression. He held the map in one hand while leaning on his wooden crutch.

“Perhaps, rather silly of me to say, you’d expect some nautical naval admirer to want something with a map. Well, What I desire can’t be easily explained, so to answer it as easily as possible” She expressed her ambition and optimism in her speech. “I wish to know more about the sea rather than the final destination, tis rather hard for me to say; I suppose one could compare me to an explorer anticipating some exhibition”.

“An ye have naught the slightest worry, of o’, so to say—pirates, scoundrels, buccaneers” He grinned with a dry, entertaining demeanour.  

“Why should I? Tis not hard to reason with them; I would propose an agreement that satisfies both parties to a reasonable extent, ensuring a fair and amicable resolution.” She smiled in confidence.

“And what tif the other party decides ta disagree,” He asked.

“From my perspective, it seems like a fair agreement. They retain possession of the treasure while I explore an uncharted island that shall be in my name. In my opinion, it's an equitable arrangement.” The young woman seemed rather artless in knowing what pirates were like, no matter how many exchanges and fair deals she made. She would only end up marooned on some island whilst they steal her ship.

“If we start baring away 2 points on the port bow, we can head into the ongoing direction of where we need to be—well—where I aim to be. Evading any potential danger and obtaining the landmark of an unknown island” The young woman smiled affirmingly in her written directions.

“I’d watch yer ambition, missy; too much of it can getcha killed”, Hector warned her.

“Ambition or an opportunity, captain, an opportunity to find such a marvel, an opportunity to seek adventure and free one from the confines of society” The young woman grinned.

“Ye speak smartly within yer knowledge of cartography, but alas, ye lack the experience, to be out at sea, ye need to handle more than just yer “studies” He was surprised by the young lady's determination to dock at an unfamiliar island despite having no prior sailing experience.

“My knowledge of the sea is quite va—”

“Vast if ye’ve ever been in command of a ship, lassie”.

She stayed silent. Every word that came out of her mouth, he contradicted. It was like communing with a brick wall, deflecting all her ideas. She could’ve argued more and more, but that would’ve been a waste. She did have the knowledge! It shouldn’t have mattered what the old salt thought! She should just set out at sea on her father’s ship. Her father was a merchant who sailed across the vast port’s docking cargo for businessmen or nobles that wished for certain silks, foods, or goods.

“Although I am not the captain nor a sailor, I will keep clutching my goals under the watchful gaze of my father from the heavens.” She reasoned.

He laughed with wry amusement. “Aye then, who be yer father missy, was he a miserable cod that dreamed too”.

“No, he was a brilliant sailor, one that travelled to many continents”, she continued. “My father was William Rosaline—”

Hector's expression shifted from amusement to confusion, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he posed a question. “Wait! You! What’s yer first name!”.

“My first name is…Lora, sir,” she answered with a quizzical soft tone.

The captain stood upright on his wooden crutch, feeling somewhat baffled by the sudden reunion. If she recognizes him, everything will come crashing down. He didn’t speak; holding his tongue, he felt like an utter fool. He couldn’t recognize her, and for how long? For what reason couldn’t he interpret her face? Was it so complicated that his mind had to hide it deep within his distant recollections? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

“Captain?” Lora asked.

“Lor’rer” That! That was all he could muster up after not seeing this young thing for so long!

The captain quickly glanced over where Sparrow was tied at the mizzen mast. He only managed to open his mouth slightly before quickly hobbling away without uttering another addle word out of his yap. He ended up at the helm, and from behind him was the mizzen mast where Jack was tied.  “Running away, are you? Think you can outrun the world~” Jack smirked, a line that reflected what Hector had once said. “Something tells me ol Hector is flabbergasted by something; hmmm; shall I take a gander and say it’s a lass? I’m envisioning a past flame you’ve had, one involving a hideous wench” he smiled amusingly.

The captain angrily confronted Jack, brandishing his sword of triton dangerously close to Jack's gullet. “One more word an’ Yer one step away from hangin at hempen holter”.

“Hmmm, at least I’m a captain going down with his ship from which you stole, remember.” Jack continued. “And might I say, you’re still terrible at it; you don’t even grip the helm right; she prefers handsome rouges, not men with scraggly beards—”.

The captain approached Jack with a stern glare. “All right, all right, I’ll hold my tongue—only, that fine woman over there strikes me as something familiar; her face; those eyes, ohhhh~ how smitten you were back then”.

“You couldn’t even say her name, right? Something along the lines of luau, lunch, luff, leach, leaf, long—” Jack teased.

Hector was getting infuriated.

“No, wasn’t long John silver, was it; ah! That’s right, Lora” While his hands were still bound to the mast, Jack gestured with his finger. “Except you say her name weirdly and strangely”.

“I’m starting to envision this golden artless naïve creature that would go on and on about ravishing adventures and a ship of her fathers” Jack’s face coiled, trying to remember the young woman. “By god, she was so young, a smart lass she was, always talking about cartography and sailing—I’ll admit I zoned out at some of it”.

"I must confess, twas a terrible idea of mine to use her in a bet to win a keg of rum against Master Gibbs," Jack admitted.

Jack was met with a confused expression from Hector. Jack gestured with his hands. “Was in the past; she probably won’t remember a thing”.

“We’ll keep it that way cause she ain’t even recognised me yet”, Hector spoke with a coarse voice.

Hector pulled out a flask from his pocket and leaned against the mast next to Jack; he popped off the lid and drank the rum. He then handed Jack the flask offering some, which he gladly took with his mouth. After Jack had “handed” the rum back to Hector, he asked, “So, if she remembers, do you think she’ll want to run or scream when she sees you now?”.

“I mean, you haven’t even told Smyth who you are—” A rag was placed into Jack’s mouth by Hector’s white-faced capuchin. “Thank ye, Jack,” he thanked the capuchin. Sparrow furrowed his brows and rambled through the rag while Hector tended back to the helm. In some way, Jack had a point; how would she react to seeing him now—probably an old blaggard who aged like a swine in her eyes— He wasn’t precisely the same sailor she once knew. Perhaps twas a better idea to keep his identity a secret for now—or—until she recognises him. The capuchin sat on his master’s shoulders, examining his expression. For once, his mind was clouded in thought. He couldn’t stand idly by until the cows came home; he had to do something, anything, if it meant at least a gaze of recognition. The only thing was, he was hesitant for reasons that should’ve been considered fear. However, fear wasn’t precisely the case. Deeply inhaling, he started moving—hobbling—over toward where she was.

However, he stopped only a few inches from where she stood. This was bloody ridiculous! He thought. He’s been through death, faced monsters the size of gods, and fought battles that would’ve ended him, yet…why is it so hard to speak to a lass he could easily invoke fear through.

He took a step forward using his peg leg facing outward. And yet his gaze was met just as his peg leg landed on the wooden floorboard. The captain immediately composed an expression of authority and imperiality. Lora biddably faced him while clutching the parchment in her hand. Hector awaited the doe-eyed woman’s inane response. “Ay—”

“I should’ve thanked you earlier for guiding me”, her voice softened. “i-in the right course of direction”.

Lora placed the parchment in his rough, callous hands, gently curling his fingers with one hand on top of his. “Take it, tis more useful to a captain than a doting lady.”

Hector furrowed his eyebrows in a bewildered manner. “Is this what-che want, fer me ta haul in yer accordin’s”.

Lora's lips curved into a smile, conveying a sense of comfort and reassurance. “I want you to be the one who shall set sail and command this voyage to the rightful destination.”

The captain expressed a striking visage of emotion that showed a genuine side to him naught anyone had witnessed. A gentle smile had formed on his rough, chapped lips. “Yer treasure lo’rer’.”

As she gazed into his eyes, filled with earnestness, her blue eyes, like those of a doe, reflected his admiration. Her lips, slightly parted, were a silent testament to his flattery's impact on her. Hector lifted his thumb to her chin, feeling the plumpness of her skin. Oh, how he had yearned to touch her, feel her under his watchful gaze. His heart was filled with a deep longing to reach out and connect with her on a profound level. He yearned to bask in the warmth of her presence while keeping a vigilant watchful eye over her, protecting her from any harm. The desire to be with her. He delicately traced the curve of her upper lip with his thumb, following the line down to the plumpness of her lower lip, where he stopped with his nail. His hand trailed down along her shoulder and arm, only to reach her palm, lightly grasping it. He held her hand and gently pulled it into the air while his other arm wrapped around her back. Lora carefully followed his lead and mimicked his graceful movements as he began to move in a waltz step. When was the last time he had waltzed like this? It must’ve been a century ago. From a distant memory, he recalled a moment in a grand setting with a regal woman. Her striking raven tresses cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful face that was accentuated by her deep brown eyes. His image of her elegance remained vivid.

Lora accounted for how fluent his moves were as if he were gliding on ice. He was surprisingly good despite having a peg leg; one after the other, with a tap and stomp, the peg leg moved forward as the other leg soothingly assisted with turning. For Lora, it was relatively easy to follow; her heels moved back as the captain stepped forward in rhythm. If they had attended a masquerade or gala, they would’ve gripped the audience’s attention, with the pair being the most incongruous and grossing couple. Hector stopped abruptly with his peg leg and began to spin slowly, holding the parchment between their hands as they twirled around. The radiant celestial Sirius, situated above their heads, mirrored their existence with a resplendent and luminous reflection. As Lora moved closer to him, her lips parted slightly, revealing her rosy hue. She was just inches away from his chapped lips, creating a moment of anticipation and tension. Her gaze soon turned quizzical as she recalled, ' His face resembles someone familiar, someone I once knew”.

“Barboss—"

“CAPTAIN, THE SILENT MARY HAS BEEN SPOTTED OFF THE PORT BOW, SIR!” The lookout shouted from the crow's nest, holding a wooden brazen spyglass. Hector smartly came to a halt, dropping Lora’s hands, accidentally letting go of the parchment. He turned to the sailor who bellowed out the sighting. In a sudden rush, he hastened away, his gait impeded by a hobbling motion as he made his way towards the helm with a firm determination to take a brace of action. He started to bellow orders while the crew manned their stations. “MAN, YER STATIONS YE FILTHY ROACHES, ALL HANDS HOY, PREPARE TA TACK N’ START BARING AWAY 5 POINTS ABAFT STARBOARD BEAM, PREPARE THA CANONS”.  The captain started to turn the wheel vigorously, trying to change course and direction to lose sight of their pursuers who were oncoming from the port bow.

Lora witnessed the parchment being carried away by the wind and eventually landing in the water. The ink began to bleed and dissolve in the saltwater, causing the writing and drawings to become illegible scribbles. Her eyes could read a line pointing toward the star; suddenly, she turned, looking up at Sirius. A realization crossed her mind as she hatched a plan. Smartly heading up from the open deck to the quarter deck to where the helm was, over on the horizon, she could spot a Spanish three-masted royal naval galleon that was rickety and rotten. Her eyes widened at the impossible ship with deteriorated fore, aft and main sails. She lifted her skirtings and held them at her waist as she hurried, taking care not to trip over her heels. Her coiled locks bounced as she climbed the ladder when she made it before the helms deck. “Bare away from the starboard beam, captain, we can lose them faster, and the canon fire will have a guaranteed hit!” Lora raised her voice to the captain to allow him to hear.

Hector was skeptical. did she even have any plan to evade Salazar's ship, or was she improvising to head toward their death?

“Nay, belay that!” he shouted.

“I assure you, once we head in that direction, we can then tack and head broad on the port bow, eventually going on dead ahead heading into the direction of Sirius,” Lora told him of her plan.

However, Hector debated, his eyebrows furrowing together when she mentioned ‘Sirius’. He turned to the brightest star of the east, realizing what Lora was trying to talk about. “I hope yer not countin Fiddler's Green as part o’ tha plan, missy.” he complied and turned the wheel toward the direction she was speaking of.

Lora turned to face the bow and saw Black Pearl's bowsprit turn in motion. Lora's coiled lock and hair strands billowed in the wind as the Black Pearl changed direction. The Black Pearl was heading West-South along the current while The Silent Mary came from the North-East. The two ships were heading in an ongoing pursuit; The Silent Mary was gaining speed. Upon the Silent Mary’s Fore castle, the captain laughed with a mirthless wheeze. “Prepare to meet your damnation Jack Sparroh” Salazar’s grin oozed with black liquid.

The Black Pearl had picked up speed further, traversing across the sea. When The Silent Mary had just reached a certain distance behind the Black Pearl. Lora shouted, “Tack Now!”.

As the ship continued its course, the sailors smartly adjusted the various riggings to shift the gaff, foresail, jib, top, and main sails in response to the subtle shifts in the direction of the wind. Their skilled hands deftly worked the ropes and pulleys, ensuring the ship was travelling at peak performance, enabling them to navigate safely through the treacherous waters. As the Black Pearl turned, leading the Silent Mary off their track.

Hector was filled with a sense of incredulity as he witnessed the success of their plan. Against all odds, they had bought themselves a precious amount of time, allowing them to load their cannons with a newfound sense of urgency and efficiency. Although things looked swell, the Silent Mary hadn’t lost chase yet.

Lora knew she had to come up with a new plan soon. As she gazed at the horizon, she prayed for a glimpse of hope. A chance to avoid being swallowed by the ghosts of death.

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X reader version

Twas a silent night aboard the Black Pearl; the gentle current rocked the sailing galleon. A young woman stood on the open deck at the taffrail, staring at the heavens above her. Her eyes were captivated by the brightest star of the east ‘Sirius’. She couldn’t pinpoint why or how it fascinated her; she was undoubtedly no astronomer like Carina, but something about it pulled her in. The charts displayed the constellations, but observing them with the naked eye was undoubtedly more captivating. The woman stood motionless, her senses attuned to the wind’s gentle caress as it brushed against her bare shoulders, causing her locks to sway and dance in the breeze. In her grip, she clutched a piece of parched paper tightly, its surface etched with cryptic writings that detailed the exact coordinates leading to an uncharted island renowned for its fabled treasure trove, discovered by the notorious Anne Bonny. Despite the potential danger, she had spent countless hours gathering similar documents and ship logs from explorers, sailors, and even pirates, all in pursuit of something greater. Nothing could deter her from this quest, and she was willing to risk everything to uncover the secrets of the unknown. As she set sail, her thoughts consumed by the prospect of adventure, she carefully unfurled the yellow parchment, revealing a hand-drawn map with a bright star marking the location of her destination. The woman's grip on the parchment tightened as the wind picked up, threatening to snatch the delicate document from her hands. She remained steadfast and determined to hold the valuable prize despite the wind. Her eyes scanned the paper, memorizing the precise navigational longitude and latitude leading her to her destination. She clung to the parchment with unwavering focus, unwilling to let it slip away from her grasp.

Standing proudly at the ship’s helm was the captain, resplendent in his vibrant blue frock coat and black bicorne, adorned with intricate gold embellishments. Leaning his weight on a sturdy wooden crutch, he expertly wielded a silver-coated spyglass, his keen gaze fixed on the endless expanse of stars that gave him crucial guidance to his intended destination. Two other men, rugged and weathered, stood nearby, sporting rough coats and thick beards, their tricorne hats perched jauntily on their heads. “Orders, sir? we’ve got Jack tied to the mast.” With a respectful gesture, Murtogg raised his hand to his forehead in a salute and inquired politely, “May I ask a question captain, whadda we do with the other two” In a gesture of solidarity, Mullroy followed suit replicating the same action. Following a period of stargazing through his trusty telescope, the captain turned his gaze to the steadfast sentinels standing at his side. “Leave Jack an’ tha ot’er lad, Carina be tha one we need; she holds tha map ta tha trident”, he gave out his command. “As for the girl, sir? Shall we tie her along with Sparrow” Murtogg asked. The captain turned his head, looking perplexed at the young woman; he couldn't reasonably determine what had seized her interest. But as soon as he caught sight of the parchment in her hand, he understood, she was utilizing the constellations. The woman's fascination with the star Sirius was undeniable, but her callow experience in sailing was an obstacle. Despite her ardent love for the sea, she knew encountering a strict and uncompromising captain could result in severe punishment. The thought of being subjected to the brutal cat-o-nine tails or even keelhauling made her shudder. Nonetheless, her unwavering passion for the stars and the sea drove her forward, and she remained determined to pursue her dreams, no matter the challenges ahead.

“Sir?” Murtogg said once more.

“Nay, she ain’t o’ any use ta us fer now, we’ll maroon er’ once we obtain what we came ere’ fer”, The captain’s coarse voice confirmed.

“A-aye then, captain” After saluting, Murtogg and Mullroy proceeded to guard Jack and Henry. The captain firmly grasped the helm's handles; curiously, he glanced back at the young woman holding the parchment. Perhaps he should’ve tied her up with the others; allowing one leverage isn’t something he usually does. What is she doing? What was she thinking? What in the blazes is she wanting? 

His eyes fixated on the girl. Treasure? The sea? Freedom? Going on account?

What does she want? He was deep in thought. Further and further, his mind strayed from his position. Her inquisitive mind is—"Oh belay this, tis be addle, why on ear’t should I be—" He posed questions about her curious mind. Once he returned to reality, the young woman’s parchment slipped through her fingers. On instinct, he hobbled down the ladder and tried to catch the parchment, only for it to be caught under his wooden peg leg. He bent over and picked it up; his rough, chapped, calloused hand kept the piece in his grip. He precisely examined the intricately drawn map, tracing his finger over each coordinate until his finger landed upon the dazzling drawn star. The celestial bodies on the map and in the vast expanse of the sky were in immaculate alignment, forming a mesmerizing spectacle. The star in the sky shone brightly, and its beauty entranced him. “Excuse me, sir; you have something of mine in your possession.” He stood there, lost in thought, he suddenly became aware of a soothing, dulcet-toned voice from behind him. The voice was elegant, as if it belonged to a refined and cultured lady.

As the captain turned around, his gaze fell upon a striking young lady with luscious tresses fashioned in a pouffe with a single coil gracefully cascading down her shoulder and her countenance radiated with youthful vitality. She was adorned in a light whitish gold sack-back gown, perfectly complementing her complexion. Her lips were full and luscious.

“Tis my map, sir; it slipped from my fingers whilst I was trying to read the coordinates”, The young woman explained.

Hector held the map in his grasp, not precisely giving it back right away, intending to ask: "What is yer purpose fer possessing it? Are ya anticipatin’ discoverin’ a coffer o’ medallions, gold, jewels, or silver?".

Instead, he couldn’t open his yap; no words came out. He felt like an utter addle blaggard. “I anticipate sailing on the high seas; I’ve no desire for treasure nor the thrill of anticipating in such greed”, The young woman spoke.

“Then why possess a map if ye don’t intend ta track what’s marked” He seemed puzzled, with a questioning tone and expression. He held the map in one hand while leaning on his wooden crutch.

“Perhaps, rather silly of me to say, you’d expect some nautical naval admirer to want something with a map. Well, What I desire can’t be easily explained, so to answer it as easily as possible” She expressed her ambition and optimism in her speech. “I wish to know more about the sea rather than the final destination, tis rather hard for me to say; I suppose one could compare me to an explorer anticipating some exhibition”.

“An ye have naught the slightest worry, of o’, so to say—pirates, scoundrels, buccaneers” He grinned with a dry, entertaining demeanour.  

“Why should I? Tis not hard to reason with them; I would propose an agreement that satisfies both parties to a reasonable extent, ensuring a fair and amicable resolution.” She smiled in confidence.

“And what tif the other party decides ta disagree,” He asked.

“From my perspective, it seems like a fair agreement. They retain possession of the treasure while I explore an uncharted island that shall be in my name. In my opinion, it's an equitable arrangement.” The young woman seemed rather artless in knowing what pirates were like, no matter how many exchanges and fair deals she made. She would only end up marooned on some island whilst they steal her ship.

“If we start baring away 2 points on the port bow, we can head into the ongoing direction of where we need to be—well—where I aim to be. Evading any potential danger and obtaining the landmark of an unknown island” The young woman smiled affirmingly in her written directions.

“I’d watch yer ambition, missy; too much of it can getcha killed”, Hector warned her.

“Ambition or an opportunity, captain, an opportunity to find such a marvel, an opportunity to seek adventure and free one from the confines of society” The young woman grinned.

“Ye speak smartly within yer knowledge of cartography, but alas, ye lack the experience, to be out at sea, ye need to handle more than just yer “studies” He was surprised by the young lady's determination to dock at an unfamiliar island despite having no prior sailing experience.

“My knowledge of the sea is quite va—”

“Vast if ye’ve ever been in command of a ship, lassie”.

She stayed silent. Every word that came out of her mouth, he contradicted. It was like communing with a brick wall, deflecting all her ideas. She could’ve argued more and more, but that would’ve been a waste. She did have the knowledge! It shouldn’t have mattered what the old salt thought! She should just set out at sea on her father’s ship. Her father was a merchant who sailed across the vast port’s docking cargo for businessmen or nobles that wished for certain silks, foods, or goods.

“Although I am not the captain nor a sailor, I will keep clutching my goals under the watchful gaze of my father from the heavens.” She reasoned.

He laughed with wry amusement. “Aye then, who be yer father missy, was he a miserable cod that dreamed too”.

“No, he was a brilliant sailor, one that travelled to many continents”, she continued. “My father was Y/F L/N—”

Hector's expression shifted from amusement to confusion, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he posed a question. “Wait! You! What’s yer first name!”.

“My first name is…Y/n, sir,” she answered with a quizzical soft tone.

The captain stood upright on his wooden crutch, feeling somewhat baffled by the sudden reunion. If she recognizes him, everything will come crashing down. He didn’t speak; holding his tongue, he felt like an utter fool. He couldn’t recognize her, and for how long? For what reason couldn’t he interpret her face? Was it so complicated that his mind had to hide it deep within his distant recollections? Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

“Captain?” y/n asked.

“Y/n’rer” That! That was all he could muster up after not seeing this young thing for so long!

The captain quickly glanced over where Sparrow was tied at the mizzen mast. He only managed to open his mouth slightly before quickly hobbling away without uttering another addle word out of his yap. He ended up at the helm, and from behind him was the mizzen mast where Jack was tied.  “Running away, are you? Think you can outrun the world~” Jack smirked, a line that reflected what Hector had once said. “Something tells me ol Hector is flabbergasted by something; hmmm; shall I take a gander and say it’s a lass? I’m envisioning a past flame you’ve had, one involving a hideous wench” he smiled amusingly.

The captain angrily confronted Jack, brandishing his sword of triton dangerously close to Jack's gullet. “One more word an’ Yer one step away from hangin at hempen holter”.

“Hmmm, at least I’m a captain going down with his ship from which you stole, remember.” Jack continued. “And might I say, you’re still terrible at it; you don’t even grip the helm right; she prefers handsome rouges, not men with scraggly beards—”.

The captain approached Jack with a stern glare. “All right, all right, I’ll hold my tongue—only, that fine woman over there strikes me as something familiar; her face; those eyes, ohhhh~ how smitten you were back then”.

“You couldn’t even say her name, right? Something along the lines of Luau, lunch, luff, leach, leaf, long—” Jack teased.

Hector was getting infuriated.

“No, wasn’t long John silver, was it; ah! That’s right, y/n” While his hands were still bound to the mast, Jack gestured with his finger. “Except you say her name weirdly and strangely”.

“I’m starting to envision this golden artless naïve creature that would go on and on about ravishing adventures and a ship of her fathers” Jack’s face coiled, trying to remember the young woman. “By god, she was so young, a smart lass she was, always talking about cartography and sailing—I’ll admit I zoned out at some of it”.

"I must confess, twas a terrible idea of mine to use her in a bet to win a keg of rum against Master Gibbs," Jack admitted.

Jack was met with a confused expression from Hector. Jack gestured with his hands. “Was in the past; she probably won’t remember a thing”.

“We’ll keep it that way cause she ain’t even recognised me yet”, Hector spoke with a coarse voice.

Hector pulled out a flask from his pocket and leaned against the mast next to Jack; he popped off the lid and drank the rum. He then handed Jack the flask offering some, which he gladly took with his mouth. After Jack had “handed” the rum back to Hector, he asked, “So, if she remembers, do you think she’ll want to run or scream when she sees you now?”.

“I mean, you haven’t even told Smyth who you are—” A rag was placed into Jack’s mouth by Hector’s white-faced capuchin. “Thank ye, Jack,” he thanked the capuchin. Sparrow furrowed his brows and rambled through the rag while Hector tended back to the helm. In some way, Jack had a point; how would she react to seeing him now—probably an old blaggard who aged like a swine in her eyes— He wasn’t precisely the same sailor she once knew. Perhaps twas a better idea to keep his identity a secret for now—or—until she recognises him. The capuchin sat on his master’s shoulders, examining his expression. For once, his mind was clouded in thought. He couldn’t stand idly by until the cows came home; he had to do something, anything, if it meant at least a gaze of recognition. The only thing was, he was hesitant for reasons that should’ve been considered fear. However, fear wasn’t precisely the case. Deeply inhaling, he started moving—hobbling—over toward where she was.

However, he stopped only a few inches from where she stood. This was bloody ridiculous! He thought. He’s been through death, faced monsters the size of gods, and fought battles that would’ve ended him, yet…why is it so hard to speak to a lass he could easily invoke fear through.

He took a step forward using his peg leg facing outward. And yet his gaze was met just as his peg leg landed on the wooden floorboard. The captain immediately composed an expression of authority and imperiality. Y/n biddably faced him while clutching the parchment in her hand. Hector awaited the doe-eyed woman’s inane response. “Aye—”

“I should’ve thanked you earlier for guiding me”, her voice softened. “i-in the right course of direction”.

Y/n placed the parchment in his rough, callous hands, gently curling his fingers with one hand on top of his. “Take it, tis more useful to a captain than a doting lady.”

Hector furrowed his eyebrows in a bewildered manner. “Is this what-che want, fer me ta haul in yer accordin’s”.

Y/n's lips curved into a smile, conveying a sense of comfort and reassurance. “I want you to be the one who shall set sail and command this voyage to the rightful destination.”

The captain expressed a striking visage of emotion that showed a genuine side to him naught anyone had witnessed. A gentle smile had formed on his rough, chapped lips. “Yer treasure lo’rer’.”

As she gazed into his eyes, filled with earnestness, her eyes reflected his admiration. Her lips, slightly parted, were a silent testament to his flattery's impact on her. Hector lifted his thumb to her chin, feeling the plumpness of her skin. Oh, how he had yearned to touch her, feel her under his watchful gaze. His heart was filled with a deep longing to reach out and connect with her on a profound level. He yearned to bask in the warmth of her presence while keeping a vigilant watchful eye over her, protecting her from any harm. The desire to be with her. He delicately traced the curve of her upper lip with his thumb, following the line down to the plumpness of her lower lip, where he stopped with his nail. His hand trailed down along her shoulder and arm, only to reach her palm, lightly grasping it. He held her hand and gently pulled it into the air while his other arm wrapped around her back. Y/n carefully followed his lead and mimicked his graceful movements as he began to move in a waltz step. When was the last time he had waltzed like this? It must’ve been a century ago. From a distant memory, he recalled a moment in a grand setting with a regal woman. Her striking raven tresses cascaded down her back, framing her beautiful face that was accentuated by her deep brown eyes. His image of her elegance remained vivid.

Y/n accounted for how fluent his moves were as if he were gliding on ice. He was surprisingly good despite having a peg leg; one after the other, with a tap and stomp, the peg leg moved forward as the other leg soothingly assisted with turning. For y/n, it was relatively easy to follow; her heels moved back as the captain stepped forward in rhythm. If they had attended a masquerade or gala, they would’ve gripped the audience’s attention, with the pair being the most incongruous and grossing couple. Hector stopped abruptly with his peg leg and began to spin slowly, holding the parchment between their hands as they twirled around. The radiant celestial Sirius, situated above their heads, mirrored their existence with a resplendent and luminous reflection. As Y/n moved closer to him, her lips parted slightly, revealing her hue. She was just inches away from his chapped lips, creating a moment of anticipation and tension. Her gaze soon turned quizzical as she recalled, ' His face resembles someone familiar, someone I once knew”.

“Barboss—"

“CAPTAIN, THE SILENT MARY HAS BEEN SPOTTED OFF THE PORT BOW, SIR!” The lookout shouted from the crow's nest, holding a wooden brazen spyglass. Hector smartly came to a halt, dropping Y/n’s hands, accidentally letting go of the parchment. He turned to the sailor who bellowed out the sighting. In a sudden rush, he hastened away, his gait impeded by a hobbling motion as he made his way towards the helm with a firm determination to take a brace of action. He started to bellow orders while the crew manned their stations. “MAN, YER STATIONS YE FILTHY ROACHES, ALL HANDS HOY, PREPARE TA TACK N’ START BARING AWAY 5 POINTS ABAFT STARBOARD BEAM, PREPARE THA CANONS”.  The captain started to turn the wheel vigorously, trying to change course and direction to lose sight of their pursuers who were oncoming from the port bow.

Y/n witnessed the parchment being carried away by the wind and eventually landing in the water. The ink began to bleed and dissolve in the saltwater, causing the writing and drawings to become illegible scribbles. Her eyes could read a line pointing toward the star; suddenly, she turned, looking up at Sirius. A realization crossed her mind as she hatched a plan. Smartly heading up from the open deck to the quarter deck to where the helm was, over on the horizon, she could spot a Spanish three-masted royal naval galleon that was rickety and rotten. Her eyes widened at the impossible ship with deteriorated fore, aft and main sails. She lifted her skirtings and held them at her waist as she hurried, taking care not to trip over her heels. Her coiled locks bounced as she climbed the ladder when she made it before the helms deck. “Bare away from the starboard beam, captain, we can lose them faster, and the canon fire will have a guaranteed hit!” Y/n raised her voice to the captain to allow him to hear.

Hector was skeptical. did she even have any plan to evade Salazar's ship, or was she improvising to head toward their death?

“Nay, belay that!” he shouted.

“I assure you, once we head in that direction, we can then tack and head broad on the port bow, eventually going on dead ahead heading into the direction of Sirius,” Y/n told him of her plan.

However, Hector debated, his eyebrows furrowing together when she mentioned ‘Sirius’. He turned to the brightest star of the east, realizing what y/n was trying to talk about. “I hope yer not countin Fiddler's Green as part o’ tha plan, missy.” he complied and turned the wheel toward the direction she was speaking of.

Y/n turned to face the bow and saw Black Pearl's bowsprit turn in motion. Y/n's coiled lock and hair strands billowed in the wind as the Black Pearl changed direction. The Black Pearl was heading West-South along the current while The Silent Mary came from the North-East. The two ships were heading in an ongoing pursuit; The Silent Mary was gaining speed. Upon the Silent Mary’s Fore castle, the captain laughed with a mirthless wheeze. “Prepare to meet your damnation Jack Sparroh” Salazar’s grin oozed with black liquid.

The Black Pearl had picked up speed further, traversing across the sea. When The Silent Mary had just reached a certain distance behind the Black Pearl. Y/n shouted, “Tack Now!”.

As the ship continued its course, the sailors smartly adjusted the various riggings to shift the gaff, foresail, jib, top, and main sails in response to the subtle shifts in the direction of the wind. Their skilled hands deftly worked the ropes and pulleys, ensuring the ship was travelling at peak performance, enabling them to navigate safely through the treacherous waters. As the Black Pearl turned, leading the Silent Mary off their track.

Hector was filled with a sense of incredulity as he witnessed the success of their plan. Against all odds, they had bought themselves a precious amount of time, allowing them to load their cannons with a newfound sense of urgency and efficiency. Although things looked swell, the Silent Mary hadn’t lost chase yet.

Y/n knew she had to come up with a new plan soon. As she gazed at the horizon, she prayed for a glimpse of hope.

A chance to avoid being swallowed by the ghosts of death.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

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Hello! I write fanfiction. Typically Character X Reader, but I will be willing to try Character x Character.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe

1940s

40s Steven “Steve” Rodgers (Pre Serum)

40s Steven “Steve” Rodgers (Post Serum)

40s James “Bucky” Barnes

40s Margaret “Peggy” Carter

40s Howard Stark

Avengers & Family

Anthony “Tony” Stark/Iron Man

Steven “Steve” Rodgers

Natalia “Nat” Romanoff

Clinton “Clint” Barton

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Samuel “Sam” Wilson

James “Bucky” Barnes

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Lila Barton

Cassie Lang (Child)

Extras

TASM Peter Parker

TASM Gwen Stacey

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Samuel “Sam” Wilson & James “Bucky” Barnes

Natalia “Nat” Romanoff & Clinton “Clint” Barton

Steve Rodgers & Bucky Barnes

Twilight

Vampires

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Alice Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Renesmee Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Jasper Whitlock/Hale

Bree Tanner

Wolves

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Humans

Charlie Swan

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Emmett Cullen & Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen & Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen & Emmett Cullen

The Santa Clause

The Elves

Bernard The Head Elf

Curtis The Elf

Judy The Elf

Abby The Elf

The Claus Family

Scott Calvin/Santa Claus

Carol Newman/Mrs. Claus

Buddy Calvin-Claus

Sandra Calvin-Claus

Extras

Charlie Calvin

Lucy Miller

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Bernard The Head Elf & Curtis

Sandra Calvin-Claus & Bernard The Head Elf (What I Imagine Their Relationship Would Be Like)

Sandra Calvin-Claus & Lucy Miller (What I Imagine Their Relationship Would Be Like)

Five Nights at Freddy’s

The Afton Family

William Afton (Games)

Mrs. Afton

Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt (Games)

Michael Afton (Teen) (Games)

Elizabeth Afton

Crying Child

The Emily Family

Henry Emily

Charlotte “Charlie” Emily (Games)

Charlotte “Charlie” Emily (Books)

Sammy Emily

Missing Children’s Incident

Cassidy MCI

Susie MCI

Fritz MCI

Jeremy MCI

Gabriel MCI

Five Nights At Freddy’s One

Bonnie The Bunny

Chica The Chicken

Foxy The Pirate Fox

Five Nights At Freddy’s Two

Toy Freddy

Toy Bonnie

Toy Chica

Puppet

Mangle

Withered Bonnie

Withered Chica

Withered Foxy

Five Nights At Freddy’s Four

Nightmare Freddy

Nightmare Bonnie

Nightmare Chica

Nightmare Foxy

Nightmarionne

Nightmare Mangle

Nightmare Fredbear

Nightmare

Sister Location

Funtime Freddy

Bon Bon

Funtime Foxy

Circus Baby

Ballora

Bonnet

Lolbit

Pizzeria Simulator

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Captured - Part Two

Charles Vane x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

The Ranger is under attack by another ship.

Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,500

Warnings: multiple mentions of blood, canon-typical violence, brief non-consensual sexual touching, mentions of fighting, graphic description of violence and death, mentions of slavery, fingering, brief oral sex (male receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie

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Humans bled. You were well acquainted with the process - had spent more than a few of your years lamenting that very fact. Everything from your monthly courses to a stumble or a scrape left you cleaning the rust-colored liquid from your skin and clothing. To bleed was a natural thing and blood was nothing to be frightened of.

It felt entirely frightening now. 

You stared blankly at the wall of your small office aboard the Ranger. Your eyes stung with the need to close them, to sleep or sigh or blink - but when you shut your eyes, all you saw was red. 

You had been living on the Ranger for several months now. After you had proved that the crew’s spoils were worth less on Nassau than other crews earned for similar goods, the crew had voted to keep you onboard as their permanent clerk. You devised ways to deal with Eleanor Guthrie - sometimes going around her to deal with Mr. Scott, other times selling the ship’s goods to other crews in exchange for a small service charge - but you had other duties on board as well. You calculated rations, helped tally inventory, and tracked the ship’s speed, considering every different variable you could collect data on. 

The secret of your true identity was still largely a secret. Anne Bonny had ferreted out the truth in only a few short weeks - well before you had reached Nassau for the first time. What Bonny knew, she often shared with Jack Rackham, so there was a possibility he knew as well. And, of course, Captain Charles Vane was well aware of your womanhood. You slept in his quarters nearly as often as you slept in your office. You would do a great deal to avoid the barracks, but you could privately admit that there were other perks to sharing space with the captain.

The crew may have grumbled about the fact that you did not take part in their squabbles with other ships, but most seemed to accept the idea that you were not a pirate. Your role on the Ranger was to deal with numbers, not with people. You were useful in other areas, which was precisely what Captain Vane told them any time he overheard them complaining about your ‘privileges’. Vane had his own reasons to keep you out of battle, but he declined to share them with you. More likely than not, it was because he would prefer to keep a warm cunt to bury himself in. You were happy to avoid hearing those words directly.

For those reasons, you were always tucked safely away when the Ranger took a prize. The doorway of your office was barricaded and blocked, and you were armed with a small pistol and a dagger. The first few times had been terrifying - the world-shaking boom of cannons and the sharp clatter of musket fire reaching your ears with laughable ease even through the protective cover of the ship - but nothing had come of them. Captain Charles Vane was well-known and widely feared. Few could stand against him and even fewer were willing to try.

This time was different. 

The Ranger had spotted a promising ship on the horizon in the early hours of the morning. They had caught up to her by the afternoon and prepared to board. Vane had locked you in your office himself, placing the pistol in your hand and giving you a sharp nod before he left. You still were unused to the sounds and uncertain you ever would be, but you did your best to ignore them… until you realized they sounded wrong.

The other ship was firing as well, cannons discharging at the Ranger. You heard the crack of splintering wood from somewhere on the ship, but you could not begin to guess where it was coming from. And once the screams started, you no longer cared to work it out. 

Curses and shouts of vengeance mingled horribly with the screams, undercut by the sound of boots thudding against the deck over your head. A chill went down your spine: the Ranger was being boarded.

For the next eternity, the sounds of fighting reached you, falling thick and fast through the sturdy wooden beams of the ship’s deck. You prayed frantically, trying to slow the pounding beat of your heart as you eased under whatever protection your desk could offer. It did no good - your door was forced open shortly afterward. 

You gasped, fumbling for the pistol. An instant later, it was kicked from your stinging hands and you were dragged to your feet by an unfamiliar man of an impressive stature. His eyes were cold and cruel, and the naval uniform he wore did nothing to ease your mistrust of him.

“Are you a pirate or a hostage?” he asked, gaze flicking over your body.

You stared at him, struck mute with fear and apprehension. 

He shook his head impatiently. “Come with me and we’ll sort it out on deck.”

The man used his grip on your arm to tow you out after him, walking through the barracks and past several fallen members of the Ranger’s crew. You stared at them in dismay, slowing in a way that displeased your escort. 

“Keep up, boy,” he snapped, giving your shoulders a shake so harsh that the thong tying your hair fell away. “The crown will hardly care about one more dead pirate-”

He trailed off, eyes brightening as they watched the way your hair fell from the tight tail you had kept it in. Those eyes darted across your face and torso, tallying up parts of your appearance and seeming pleased by the total he had reached. Before you could even attempt to push away from him, he dropped a hand, forcing it below the band of your pants and cupping the mound of your sex. 

“What is this?” he asked, smiling cruelly as you gasped. “A whore in disguise?”

The decision to release your dominant arm worked against him and you located the dagger in a heartbeat, burying it in his stomach a moment later. His face convulsed, tightening in shock as he stared down at the handle of the dagger still held in your hand. You kept your grip firm, jerking the dagger sideways until the man’s face went purple, then white as he crumpled to his knees. Your hand was washed in a hot wave of blood and you lost your grip on the dagger - now buried in the writhing mass of intestines spilling from his gut.

You retched, moving to clap a hand over your mouth but caught sight of the blood before you could do something so foolish. That made you retch again and you retreated into your office, closing the door as best you could behind you.

That was where you still were, your blank gaze fixed on the opposite wall. If you were careful, you could avoid seeing your blood-spattered hands or the browning stains spread across your clothing. If you just focused on the wall, you could pretend your ears were not ringing with the sound he had made as he finally collapsed to the floor. In the solace of your mind, you could be far from here.

And that was what you did. 

Even when the sound of your name shouted in increasing fervor echoed through the barracks and around the walls of your office, you kept your eyes fixed on that wall. When rough hands grabbed you, they could belong to no one other than Vane, but you flinched anyway. 

He bit out your name so harshly that the sound seemed like it should have hit you as a physical blow, but it seemed like it was coming from a great distance away. 

The firm slap against your cheek came through with perfect clarity. 

You gasped at Vane, only just managing to stop yourself from touching your face with your still-bloodied hands. He watched you without remorse, but there was a tinge of worry underlying the intensity of his stare.

“Are you injured?” he asked, and you distantly realized that it was not the first time he had asked the question. 

“No,” you assured him slowly, trying to remember. “It is not my blood.”

If you were even slightly more aware, the surprise on Vane’s face would have offended you, but it was all you could do to keep your attention fixed on the conversation. “Whose is it?”

“A soldier, I believe,” you told him, gesturing vaguely toward the door of your office. “He is still out there. He was big.”

“That was your doing?” Vane asked, sounding even more astonished. “A man twice your size? You gutted him.”

You felt your stomach lurch again and shook your head sharply. “Please. I cannot- do not make me discuss this. I need…” You held up your hands, mutely showing their iron-scented dye to the captain.

“Wait here.”

Vane had left the office, but returned only moments later. He was holding a strip of cloth - one you recognized as the cloth he used as a handkerchief - that was dripping with water. He knelt in front of you and began cleaning your hands. Ridiculously, your thoughts were consumed with hoping he had used the ladle from the water bucket rather than dipping the cloth directly inside. A contaminated bucket would do nothing but begin arguments among the crew.

“You’re quiet,” Vane commented, running the cloth along the very edges of your fingernails.

“I- I cannot help but think over the things that brought me here.” Vane stilled, his pale eyes searching your face. “I could have hidden somewhere else or been faster to shoot. I could have fought on deck with the crew or stayed behind on Nassau. I could have chosen to die when you boarded the Persistence. I could have lived my life in London and never set foot on a ship as long as I drew breath.”

“You hated London,” Vane said, the reminder seeming to spring automatically from his lips. You had said it often enough, and it was the truth, but…

“But it would have meant I did not take a man’s life,” you countered. “It would have meant that I could have died never knowing the weight of a man’s intestines against the back of my hand.”

You shuddered, your hand tightening into a fist at the remembered sensation. Vane wiped the cloth over the back of your hand and down over your knuckles, coaxing your fingers open with a gentleness that frankly shocked you. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” you murmured. “My life wasn’t supposed to be piracy and ships and blood-”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen, but you did well,” Vane interrupted, cleaning the path left by a single drop of blood as it had trailed down your forearm.

You laughed, the sound ugly and harsh in the otherwise peaceful office. “I did well. You are correct, I defended myself very well. I used a dagger in a way I had hoped never to do. I never planned to do. I wasn’t supposed to be the type of person who has stabbed a man to death.”

The world began to soften around the edges as your gaze returned to the opposite wall. You missed the way Vane’s hands tightened around your newly clean fingers, and the way his eyes grew steely. You noticed when he stood, but only because he rose directly into your line of sight and there was no avoiding him.

That was especially true when he wrapped warm hands around your upper arms, yanking you roughly to your feet. He ducked to be on-level with you, the tight battle-style of his hair leaving his face devastatingly bare.

“Listen to me,” he ordered. “I can’t say I know what you’re going through. You thought you wouldn’t be like this, thought you would have a different life. Maybe it would have been a better one - who’s to say? But I know damned well what my life was before. This is far better than I ever dreamed. I thought I was fated to pain and toil. I was told I deserved chains. Hell, I’m still told that now.”

You blinked at the unexpected perspective. “I’m sorry-”

“No,” he said, silencing you with a single syllable. “Here’s what you need to know: it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter what you thought your life would be, or what you planned for yourself, or even what you feel you deserve. All that matters is where you are. You’re here, you’re alive, and you killed a man to make sure of it. He deserved his death, but you’ll have his blood on your hands for the rest of your life.”

You took a breath, listening to the way it shuddered into your lungs. Slowly, carefully, you nodded. Vane nodded with you. 

“You have a life because you fought for it. Now you decide what you want to do with it.”

The next breath you took was far more steady. You met his gaze. “Distract me. Please. I need to think about… I need to stop thinking. Please.”

“What do you need from me?” he asked.

“Fuck me, Vane,” you amended. The captain always appreciated a direct approach.

Vane’s stare burrowed under your skin. His voice - always deep - went so rough it sounded almost painful. “That’s really what you need?”

You nodded, any verbal assurances caught behind the lingering fear still bubbling in your throat. Vane didn’t wait for anything more, ducking slightly to capture your mouth in a heated, exploratory kiss.

Despite your inner turmoil and the visions dancing behind your eyelids, you melted into Vane. It was instinctive at this point, something you could not fight even if you had wished to. You knew what pleasures came from this, and your body would not be denied.

In moments, your breasts grew tender, peaked with stiff nipples as the familiar dampness grew between your legs. Vane’s hands rose to run over your bare skin, creating more of it with every pass of those roughened fingers. Your male clothing fell away as he dropped his head to mouth at your neck, to nip at your shoulder. He hissed a curse against your skin and you realized that your hips were making tiny circles, searching for friction against Vane’s leg.

“How do you want it?” he demanded, a frantic look in his pale eyes.

“I want to be overwhelmed,” you told him, voice breathy. “Beyond that, I do not care.”

Vane nodded and you found yourself on the floor of your office only a moment later. You arched against the cool wooden boards, but Vane pressed you into them again as he lowered himself down on top of you. His hair had fallen free of whatever cord or thong he had used to tie it back for the battle and it fell freely around you both. You were awash in the scent of smoke and man and Vane.

His mouth was pressed against yours once more as his kiss grew - if possible - more intense. His lips and tongue worked against your own in a messy fumble that resulted in more than one clash of teeth between you. 

Your hips shot upward when Vane managed to push your trousers far enough down your legs that his foot could catch and push them away, leaving you bare for him. The touch of his fingers between your legs brought an instant surge of pleasure, instantly made sweeter with the way one of those fingers breached your channel.

“So tight,” Vane said, his voice half a plea. “Don’t know how long I can wait.”

“Then you should not wait,” you urged, raising your hips once more. Vane’s eyes darted down to the place where his hand was pressed, heating at what he saw there. You could hear your own wetness as he thrust his finger into you.

You had a moment of guilt so pronounced that it nearly knocked you out of the moment entirely. You had never been overly religious - nothing more than weekly church services - but the moral reprehensibility of doing this act outside of the sanctity of marriage had been made clear. Even then, proper ladies didn’t enjoy it. You had not been taught much of your own body, but it had been made clear that you were expected to submit to your husband - lying still and silent under the blankets in a darkened room. 

That expectation bore little resemblance to where you found yourself now.

Before you could stumble any further over your own upbringing, Vane added another finger and your mind grew far too distant to waste energy pondering the implications of enjoying this.

A noise burst from you, the desperate whine answered with a deep growl from Vane. His thumb pressed against the pearl at the top of your sex and your hips jerked once more. Your head thrashed back and forth against the floorboards, brow furrowed as you chased the pleasure shining just out of your reach.

“Let it take you,” Vane commanded, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your lips.

You let out a little cry into his mouth as the shining wave broke over you, leaving you floating in a pool of bliss uncorrupted by thought.

“Better?”

You peered at Vane, reluctantly opening your eyes to do so. When you had closed them in the first place, you weren’t sure. He was watching you with fondness on his normally fierce face. There was patience there, a bit of wry amusement, but also a touch of hunger. 

A warmth heated your chest. If you said you were better - that you were finished - Vane would take you at your word. He would leave you be rather than push himself on you when you were fragile. Of course, you would pay that particular bill with interest later. If you denied him now, your coupling that night would be frantic, full of heated whispers and growled promises.

That was almost enough to convince you to wave him off for now, but you never had been good at saving some of your sweets for later. You shook your head. “No, not at all.”

Vane nodded solemnly, but his pale eyes sparkled at your dramatic pout and the sad look you were aiming in his direction. “Then we’ll keep trying.”

“I hate to be so much trouble,” you said with a sigh, draping a hand over your head in a way that always made Vane take one of your breasts into his mouth. You had teased him about it once, warned that he would suffocate that way if he were not careful. He had been unmoved, telling you that it sounded like a better death than he had ever considered.

The memory - pleasant as it was - left your mind entirely as Vane’s lips closed around your nipple. The pressure he applied with his mouth left your knees weak and your jaw slack, though he chased a sound from you when his teeth closed in the space surrounding the tight peak. He did not seek to do any permanent damage, but as he pulled back, the pain that rushed into that place warned that you would be sore when you tried to bind your chest the next day.

“Have you resorted to cannibalism?” you asked, cradling the tender flesh of your breast.

One side of Vane’s mouth lifted in a filthy smirk as his gaze traveled down your torso to fix between your thighs. “It’s a thought.”

You chuckled as you pushed his shoulder. Vane collapsed flat on his back with a groan that you could feel through the floorboards. You leaned over him, horrified. Had he been injured in the skirmish and decided against telling you for some reason? 

“Vane?” you asked anxiously. 

He cracked his eyes open, looking solemn but free of pain. “You’re a fierce opponent. You’ve bested me.”

You sighed, shaking your head and biting back the amusement you felt before it could show on your face. “I was worried you were hurt!”

“I am,” he insisted. “I may never stand again. There is only one thing that can heal me.”

The walls of your office were thin, and the placement of the barracks outside meant that you worked to remain as quiet as possible during your activities with Vane. This time, however, you were unable to fight back a shriek of laughter as he grabbed your waist and settled you firmly on top of him. You were straddling him, knees splayed to either side of his narrow hips.

He muffled your giggles with his lips, dragging your face down to his for a kiss that felt like he truly was trying to eat you alive. At the same time, the gentle rocking of his body between your legs was stirring you from mere readiness to the edge of madness.

Vane was a man who liked to be in control. You could hardly blame him, given his past experiences, but it meant that you had few chances to hone your repertoire of movements when you were in charge. In truth, you could only remember a handful of times you ever had been in this position. 

So, when Vane frowned, shifting uncomfortably beneath you, you feared the worst. “What is it? Do you need me to-?”

You started to rise up from your seat, but Vane held you firmly in place. “No, don’t move. Not like that anyway. But I cannot feel you at all through this,” he complained, indicating his breeches. 

This time, you let your amusement show. “What a tragedy! Allow me to help…”

You slid backward, shifting your weight to his thighs as you unlaced the front of Vane’s breeches. When his cock was free, bobbing hard and angry from the confinement, you continued back, drawing the material with you until Vane could kick it away. On your path back up to him, you paused to lick a stripe up the underside of his manhood, lingering at the tip for a moment while you decided how you wanted to proceed.

The choice was taken from you when Vane hissed a loud curse and pulled you upward. The movement was totally lacking in grace, but - as you spilled over the bare planes of Vane’s muscular torso and you realized that he had spent his time undressing while you were plotting his pleasure - you did not entirely mind. 

“I am trying to give you the chance of occupying your own mind,” he bit out. “But more of that and I won’t be able to control myself any longer.”

“Shall I apologize?” you asked playfully. “I know how much you enjoy losing control of yourself.”

Vane’s eyes were wild. “Apologize or don’t, it makes no difference to me. But make your choice soon or I’ll make it for you.”

This kiss was initiated by you, and Vane seemed surprised when you slipped your tongue between his teeth before he had the chance to do the same to you. Still, he was enthusiastic in his response, and you liked to think you startled him a second time when you held his cock in place and sank down onto it.

Vane broke from you with a groan, eyes widening briefly before they fell closed in pleasure, a faint smile on his stern mouth.

Finding your rhythm was not a quick process, nor was it particularly elegant, but you found a pace that made your own breath quicken. The muscles of Vane’s abdomen tightened under your hands, which you assumed meant he was enjoying it as well. Of course, you considered the muttered curses and broken-off thrusts to be additional proof.

Your thighs started to tremble and your knees ached, but stopping was a solution you did not bother to consider. Everything else would pass; this was essential. Even when you realized that the pleasurable peak you had summited earlier would be out of your reach with Vane’s hardness as your sole source of stimulation, you continued the regular rise and fall of your hips, working toward an end with a fervor that was almost mindless.

A brush against the swollen bead at the top of your sex made you gasp. A glance down showed that Vane had dropped his hand to his pelvis, cradled in a way that gave you a brush of friction every time you and Vane were fully flush. 

It was clever, you mused in the back of your mind, the only place with enough sense remaining to think anything more than yes, yes, please, more, yes. Vane was not forcing pleasure upon you or even giving it. Instead, he was offering it, encouraging you to find your own stimulation. It was what he had been doing all along, and you were grateful to him.

Of course, those considerations were locked away behind an ever-growing need to shatter once more. You picked up speed, the large muscles of your thighs cramping and your hips protesting the wide angle at which you were holding them, but your mind was fixed on a single purpose.

In only a few more strokes, you achieved that purpose.

You tipped forward, your hands bracing against Vane’s stomach to keep from collapsing altogether. It was a mystery to you how your trembling limbs managed to hold you when your mind and body were occupied in exploding outward, soaring until you swore you could see the stars themselves. 

Fragments of your consciousness were still floating down to the Ranger when Vane gave a stuttering thrust upward. Your eyes cracked open enough to see him watching you. With a dreamy smile, you repeated his earlier words, “Let it take you.”

With that permission, Vane drove himself upward, burying his length between your thighs over and over as his grip on your hips kept you in place. When he gave a hoarse gasp and slammed himself full-force into you, shuddering with the violence of spilling into you, your core gave a weak squeeze around him as if in sympathy… or an unwillingness to let him fall alone.

When you allowed yourself to melt to the floor beside him, you could feel the perfection of the moment melting, but slowly enough that you stayed to savor it. Vane’s release was starting to leak out of you, slipping around the captain’s softening length. Your sweat was starting to cool, except where your skin was pressed to Vane’s, where it worked to adhere you to him. Your knees hurt, as did your breast. 

It was precisely what you had needed.

With a smile, you leaned over to press a kiss to your lover’s cheek. “Thank you, Vane.”

Vane choked out an incredulous laugh. “Never say that again. If you need me, I’m here.”

It was the closest thing to a declaration of… anything that Vane had ever made, and you allowed yourself another moment to lie by his side and push the thoughts away.

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Table of Contents: Contents Introduction to Llewellyn's Herbal Almanac . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1 Growing and Gathering Growing Woodland Medicinal Herbs by Jordan Charbonneau . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .5 Downy Mildew-Resistant Basil by Kathy Martin . . . . . . . . .17 Under-Cover Gardening: Extending Your Growing Season through Winter by Monica Crosson . . . . . . . . . . .29 The Wonders and Benefits of Volunteer Plants in Perennial and Annual Herb Gardening by Geoffrey Edwards . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .39 Create an Herb Garden Paradise by James Kambos . . . . . . . .49 Making It Fertile with African Natural Farming by Mason Olonade . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .57 Cooking Pizza for the Seasons by Sara Mellas . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .71 Embrace a Meatless Monday by Laurel Woodward . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .83 Saffron in This World and Others by Linda Raedisch . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .93 Spring's Rising: Herbal Vinegars by Mandana Boushee . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 103 Preserving Fruits and Flowers by Marilyn I. Bellemore . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 113 Cooling Herbs by Elizabeth Barrette . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 121 Health and Beauty Micronutrients in Plant-Based Foods by Mirelle Blacke, RD, CD-N . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 135 Delicious Energizing Herbal Food and Drinks by Holly Bellebuono . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 151 The Herbs You Really Need by Bonnie Rose Weaver . . . . . . 161 A Brief Intro to Afrobotany by Iya Angelique "Sobande" Greer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 171 DIY and Crafts Creating a Water Feature, One Pot at a Time by JD Walker . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 179 How to Make a Herbarium Like Emily Dickinson by Diana Rajchel . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 187 Aromatic Fires by Natalie Zaman . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 195 Indigo Blues by Rebecca Gilbert . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 203 Plant Profiles Updated! Plant Profiles: USDA Hardiness Zones . . . . . . . . 214 Clove by Anne Sala . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 217 Black Cottonwood by Rachael Witt . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 229 Peonies by Charlie Rainbow Wolf . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 239 Strawberry by Lupa . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 251 Gardening Resources Companion Planting Guide . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 262 Cooking with Herbs and Spices . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 266 Gardening Techniques . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 270 2025 Themed Garden Plans . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 276 Planning Your 2025 Garden . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 280 2025 Gardening Log . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 282 Gardening by the Moon . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 294 Contributors . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 311 Publisher Marketing: Valuable Insights for All Your Verdant Ventures Cherished by gardeners, cooks, crafters, and other plant enthusiasts for more than 25 years, this enduring treasure blooms again with new ideas for growing and utilizing nature's bounty. Nurture your herbal passion with this edition's bouquet of innovative concepts ranging from downy mildew-resistant basil to scented fire starters. Llewellyn's Herbal Almanac sprouts fresh insights on pond gardens, indigo dye, medicinal herbs, and more. Some of today's top writers provide easy-to-follow plans for a calming garden, Mediterranean herb garden, and salsa garden, as well as in-depth profiles on cloves, cottonwood, peonies, and wild strawberry. This guide also includes a twelve-month gardening log with calendars, moon phases, and tips. Whether you want to make herbal vinegars or a garden paradise, this almanac will inspire your practice throughout the year. DIY gardening solutions and companion planting guide Growing tips for woodland herbs Fruit and flower preservation techniques African farming methods for healthy soil Recipes and craft ideas Contributor Bio:Llewellyn As the world's oldest and largest independent publisher of books for body, mind, and spirit, Llewellyn is dedicated to bringing our readers the very best in metaphysical books and resources. Since 1901, we've been at the forefront of holistic and metaphysical publishing and thought. We've been a source of illumination, instruction, and new perspectives on a wealth of topics, including astrology, tarot, wellness, earth-based spirituality, magic, and the paranormal. From e-books to tarot-themed iPhone apps, Llewellyn has embraced the Digital Age to continue our mission. Llewellyn also partners with Italian publisher Lo Scarabeo, as the exclusive US and Canadian distributor of their beautiful tarot and oracle decks. They also partner with Blue Angel, an Australian publisher of oracles, books, CDs, and other sidelines. Contributor Bio:Crosson, Monica Monica Crosson (Concrete, Washington) is a Master Gardener who has taught gardening through her local Washington State University's extension office for more than twenty-five years. She has been a practicing Witch and educator for over thirty years and is a member of Evergreen Coven. Monica is the author of The Magickal Family and is a regular contributor to magazines such as Enchanted Living and Witchology. Visit her at AuthorMonicaCrosson.com. Contributor Bio:Woodward, Laurel Laurel Woodward (Portland, OR) has been a witch for 20 years and is also a tarot reader. She has written for magazines and ezines on the subjects of healthy living, organic gardening, sustainable living, and the magick of tapping creative energy. Learn more at www.LiminalLandscapes.com. Contributor Bio:Raedisch, Linda Linda Raedisch has been contributing crafts, recipes, and ethnobotanical lore to Llewellyn's Herbal Almanac since 2012. She is the author of The Old Magic of Christmas and The Lore of Old Elfland. Outside the kitchen, she has special interests in papercrafts, minority languages, and exploring the suburban jungle. You can follow her culinary, crafting, and linguistic adventures on Instagram @lindaraedisch. Contributor Bio:Bellebuono, Holly Holly Bellebuono (Massachusetts) is an entrepreneur and herbalist of 30 years. Through courses, workshops, and retreats, she guides people to think creatively about success, business, healing, and purpose. Visit her at HollyBellebuono.com. Contributor Bio:Rajchel, Diana Diana Rajchel began her career planning to serve as clergy and write about all subjects spiritual. It did not occur to her or anyone else to say with what agency she might assume priesthood. The result of this oversight in intention setting is that she is now an itinerant city priestess, well-practiced witch, and somewhat unintentional subversive. Her background includes Wicca, folk witchcraft, conjure, and a whole lot of experience organizing people that don't like knowing that they're organized. Diana splits her time between San Francisco, California, where she co-owns Golden Apple Metaphysical, and southwestern Michigan, where she runs Earth and Sun spiritual coaching with her partner. In between her wanderings she teaches as part of the Magick 101 series for Wicked Grounds Annex in San Francisco, and teaches and reads tarot at Elements Kalamazoo in Michigan. Diana has 25 years' experience as a professional tarot reader and western herbalist and has 29 years' experience as a professional writer. She is also the pet DragonCat to a very ladylike boxer named Nora. Contributor Bio:Walker, Jd JD Walker is the vice chancellor of the House of Akasha, a North Carolina pagan group. She is an award-winning author, journalist, and magazine editor as well as a frequent contributor to the Llewellyn annuals. Walker has written a regular garden column for over thirty years, and she is the author of A Witch's Guide to Wildcraft and Under the Sacred Canopy. She resides in Greensboro, North Carolina. Contributor Bio:Zaman, Natalie Natalie Zaman is the author of Color and Conjure and Magical Destinations of the Northeast (Llewellyn); the co-author of Sirenz (Flux), Sirenz Back In Fashion (Flux), and Blonde Ops (Thomas Dunne Books); and is a contributor to various Llewellyn annual publications. Contributor Bio:Gilbert, Rebecca Rebecca Randall Gilbert discovered her love of foraging at age six when she spent the summer with her grandmother in Martha's Vineyard island, Massachusetts. She has been exploring the subject--and grazing on the same farm--ever since. She teaches a variety of rural skills at Native Earth Teaching Farm, which she and her husband opened to the public in 2002. Contributor Bio:Lupa Lupa (Portland, OR) is a neoshaman, artist and sustainability geek. She has been working with animal magic in various forms since the 1990s and has developed a self-created and spirit-directed neoshamanic path. She possesses a Master's degree in counseling psychology with an emphasis on ecopsychology. Visit her online at TheGreenWolf.com.

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1- Cherik , ever since I saw X-men: First Class. They are opposites but soulmates, they fight then make Up, they ende Up together (Only good thing about Dark Phoenix ) and they are two sides of the same coin. They had unmatched chemistry . Also James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender are Hot, and look good together.

2- Loustat .Since I first read about them . They are soap opera level of messy , they both are abusive and toxic as fuck, yet Anne Rice managed to make readers root for them to be together. Also they have been canon before I was born. They are everything : enemies, lovers, and everything in between. The show has given us an excellent (and very Hot) cast, which helps a lot. Sam Reid is Lestat de Lioncourt. And Jacob Anderson IS making Louis even better than he was. So i love them your honor.

3 Twilight ones (both official and non official) : Blame Ao3 and FanFiction for the weird ones XD Jalice (best one to me, fated complete each other , super pretty together), Karrett (just amazing , they were super cute), Carlesme (as many of you say they are father and mother twilight edition), Rosemmet ( she needed someone who made her forget her inner demons he needed an ángel who beared with his himboness, they are perfect for each other), Bellward ( she is his peace he is her dream, they are perfect for each other, enough said) Aro/Bella (crazy one, but Bella has a interesting dark side that could be very well exploited if she was with him. Also She is Vampire Queen material) , Ángela/Edward (he said she IS beautiful and her mind is even more beautiful, which to me sounds like this could be love material, Ángela liked him and found him beautiful too, It could work).

4 - Sookie / Eric since I read the books and Saw True Blood. They have chemistry. Good one ❤️ Dark one that works . Both are Hot and look super good together. Height difference (I LOVE It).

5 Hannigram Most toxic one here, but like, I LOVE them? They are soul mates, they are both so fucked up that putting them with anyone should be considered crime against society. They get each other, they need each other, they are complete when they are together. They both have tried to kill each other enough times that It has become a meme at this point. They both are super Hot, they deserve each other and look good together.

6 Klaroline (dark and good, Hot, undeniable chemistry, look good together ) Delena (Hot , look good together , they complete each other, they deserve each other) Kolmonnie (he liked powerfull pretty witches, she likes her men dark and powerfull. They did with him and Davina what they should've done with him and Bonnie on Vampire Diaries, tbh. They would've been a powercouple)

7-Djats pairings : Canon ones - Daisily (in book Its wished by Camila aka she made them be together off the record/book , like...She always got what she wanted, in show It was also her wish so we got the wholesome iconic end) : They have unmatched chemistry (many people are obsessed with It) , they are soul mates, they deserve each other, they need each other, they made unmatched art together...Also they totally they need to go to therapy individually and together tbh, they both have daddy/mommy issues respectively, they look good together, their height difference in show Its perfect, he is Brown haired greenish eyed + she is redheaded and blue eyed , they match well (which I LOVE)....also they are both so fucked up that putting them with anyone else should be considered crime against society (Imagine how fucking much I love Camila , that even being a Billy lover too, I will always think that she deserved better than what Billy put her through). Karengraham my the ones that got away, if circumstances were different they would be perfect. Show made them even better (cause the made Graham nicer and Karen softer) they broke my Heart. In all my aus they are together. Their height difference Its perfect, they look good together.

Camily, I LOVE them, they are lovebirds, she is his peace he IS her passion (cause passion means both love and torture), they had a calm chemistry so beautiful to see, they are sweethearts, they look good together, one is caucasic the other latino which I liked a lot, they are super cool...And thats why I was torned reading and watching the show too. I love Camila, she IS a force. She is brutally soft and nice. I found her interesting.

The fact that she still loves Daisy ("i'm her biggest fan, I love the beautiful Life she made for herself", even in show she blessed Daisily in her final wish video? I would never i'm too spitefull XD) even with everything that was going on is...No one deserved her.

The final fight of Camila and Daisy is more realistic but less interesting in show... I liked better that in book. They switched the "You can be what you wanna " of the end to put It in the garden party, glad they didn't erase It, but It should been placed where it was suppossed to be.

Simornie, I LOVE them, they look very good together, they are well written, Bernie IS hard Simone soft, they were super cute and had nice chemistry too.

Warrenlisa, they were funny and wholesome, I loved them.

Only if well written : Camaisy (there are good fics around written on the Spirit what if both dump Billy and Runaway together, if Daisy was less selfish and Camila more selfish, and both bi It could work), Edaisy (because of you @porkchop200324 because he crushed on Daisy in the book, I kinda have a messy Au were Billy punches Eddie out of jealousy after he sleeps with Daisy , also Eddie and Daisy look good together ) and finally the throuple my cousin is obsessed with and IS trying to convert me to, can be super interesting: Daisilyla (Daisy/Billy/Camila).

It requires : 1- Daisy and Camila acknowledging their Bisexuality, 2- for them to realize that, if they are both in love with Billy , and both like each other so much , like literal Daisy: "She is perfect"/"Camila Saw a Life for me that I couldn't see, she believed in me" and literal Camila:"i'm her biggest fan, I love the beautiful Life she made for herself, i'm rooting for her" , and 3- for Camila to see that she loves Daisy for the same reasons she loves Billy : tortured artist Who loves her and with a dark side that deserves better and she could devote to to give It to him/her. 4- For Billy to accept It...Not very difficult like living a permanet threesome with the two women he loves?! He would sign the fuck of that deal, lets be honest here XD, he would be the happiest with that throuple thing (even more than my teen cousin XD).

8 The official hunger games ones:

Odesta +my poor perfect soulmate tortured sweethearts baby Angels, they deserved better than canon, and thats what fics are for ) Everlark (so cute, they fit each other, I like them) , Hayffie (movies made It super cool, opposites attract trope).

And the unnoficial ones : Gale/Johanna (they could work, she like pretty and complicated people , he likes tough women ), Johanna/Finnick (if Annie didn't exist I think they could work , she is crazy and Hot he IS pretty , complicated and charming), Finnick/ Katniss (tough cookie vs hardened charming, could be interesting to explore) and the throuple Finnick/Annie/Johanna...feels slightly canon : I mean after the mockingjay fiasco Johanna moved with Annie to take care of her and help her raise odestas tiny baby, I feel that , had Finnick survived, both Finnick and Annie woulve convinced Johanna to move with them for a while until she recovered...And It would've become a forever thing.

9 . Wolfstar (opposites attract, super Hot, also tortured babies) Harry/Luna (weirdly works for me , especially in movies, they would be cute and both get each other as Strange orphans) Snily (opposites attract, dark one light one best Friends before) , Jily (Bad boy/ good girl , enemies to lovers if you squint, chemistry galore) Lily/Severus/James (if the 3 of them were less pigheaded and the boys nicer, also half of James and Severus issues would been fixed with a good apology on both sides, a punching match to even each other...and a kiss / good snog too) Fremione (mischief clever boy VS Mrs reasonable smart good girl, I love that trope), Bill/Fleur (they were perfectly cute).

10 - AHS : Zoe/Kyle, Zoe/Kyle/Madison, Countess/Donovan, Liz Taylor/ Tristán Duffy, Misty / Cordelia. I LOVE mess , as you can see.

Honorable mentions : Madney, Malec, Elizabeth/Darcy.

Too long I know XD I was summoned with this Game XD.

I tag Whoever wants to play, @mutuals feel all as nicely tagged here if you wanna play!!! :) 😊.

New tag game:

List your top 10 fictional couples, why you ship them, and when you started. Feel free to add any extra stuff.

No pressure tagging: @mzannthropy @andreabaideas @jesstasticvoyage @hellopsycho44 @a-strange-inkling @charlesleclerrc

[demigoddessqueens]

Black Sails Fluff Masterlist

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30871562/chapters/76223873

Charles Vane has his own chapter up!

Next two that will be added is Billy Bones and Captain Flint

[itmeansofthesea]

Hope

a.n: this is literally the first fic i've written in like... 10 years. it is fluff. just fluff. for context, look up the "fleabag hot priest wedding speech." this is set after the great caravan rescue but charles is obvs not captured so this is a fix-it. the time jump was like a outlander type-thing lolol. also this was originally written with f!reader but i tried to make it gender neutral so if i missed something i'm sorry.

ships: gn!reader x Charles Vane, Anne x Max, Flint x Miranda x Thomas, Jack x himself

also, i love charles vane, and if you do too, let's chat.

tw: cursing?? tooth rotting fluff.

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The Youtube video stopped. Max, Miranda, Jack, and Thomas wiped their eyes. James held his lovers’ hands. Anne held Max’s face. Charles just stared straight ahead.

They’d been discussing love when they came downstairs (James and Anne weren’t so much discussing as they were just interjecting at random points, Charles just scowled into his rum-spiked coffee). They walked into the kitchen and asked what the crew were talking about.

“Love,” Jack replied in a dreamy voice and with a flourish of his hand.

They just smiled and said, “fleabag. hot priest. wedding speech. Youtube it. I’m going to take a shower.” With that, they turned on their heel and bounced back out of the kitchen.

Miranda and Max were the first to move, dragging their respective partners behind them. Jack started to follow, and then shot a look back at Charles who hadn’t moved from his place at the island.

“You coming?” Jack cocked an eyebrow. He received a grunt in response, or maybe it was a “fuck you, Jack.” Hard to tell since Jack wasn’t fully caffeinated yet. “Come on.” He hauled the captain up off the stool as best he could and started pushing him toward the living room.

When they arrived, Max and Thomas were standing in front of the tc trying to figure out the remote, James lounged with Miranda at his side, and Anne watched the whole scene with a smirk. She raised her eyebrows at the two men staggering in last before scooting over to make room for them on the couch beside her.

“Okay okay wait I’ve got it- fleabag hot priest wedding speech,” Max spoke into the remote.

“Fleabag hot yeast welding speech,” Siri replied, pulling up a myriad of results that couldn’t possibly be she wanted them to see.

“I give up,” Max shoved the remote into Thomas’s chest- well, as well as she could considering he was doubled over with laughter like the rest of them. Thomas straightened up, cleared his throat, and enunciated, “fleabag hot priest wedding speech.”

The results looked better this time considering that Siri actually understood what she was supposed to be looking for. Max moved to sit on Anne’s lap, and Thomas found his way under James’s other arm while he clicked the button to start the video.

The video wasn’t even two minutes long. Charles hated the beginning- it sounded like him with Eleanor. He had doubted himself, had been creepy, occasionally obsessed with his hair (he would never admit it and hold a knife to the throat of anyone fool enough to suggest it... but it was true), he most definitely did things he never thought he would do, and it certainly had been hell.

And he had done it all more or less alone.

Eleanor was with him for every possible reason except who he actually was. When she saw him at 17, she saw the up-and-coming captain, trained by the feared Blackbeard himself, and realized that he meant business and power. Two things she desperately wanted and would do anything to get. He respected the hustle- he could understand that. But it was the way she knew which buttons to push for him to do things that he would maybe only admit to regretting on his death bed. She wanted his name, his reputation, his stubbornness, his body- but not necessarily his values or anything else that actually made him who he was. Anne and Jack saw it from the beginning, and sure he’d been slower on the uptake, but after the last time she crossed him, he was done.

Then Blackbeard returned, she returned with a price on his head, and that’s how they’d ended up here, 300 years in the future with Jack’s sibling no less. He’d seen some weird shit, but nothing like this.

They met them at the door, a smile on their face until they realized that Jack was hurt. They got the ragtag crew inside, took care of them, and in the process started to get to know all of them. He almost laughed at that- the way that they were so at ease with some of the most feared pirates in the world and they acted as if they were just random classmates of their brother's that he brought home for them to meet. They had taken the time to get to know each of them, separately and together. Anne they already knew since Jack had brought her around a few times and the two were clearly close. They'd been overjoyed to see Max and how happy she made Anne (even if Anne would never admit it).

And they started talking to him. They were curious about his life, and no matter how hard he tried to stay standoff-ish, not get too close, he couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the way that they didn’t expect anything from him. They'd told him as much one night that they stayed up talking after everyone else went to bed. (“Charles,” they giggled, “I don’t need your name. I don’t need your fearsome reputation. I don’t need your men, your ship, your money- I don’t need anything. And I don’t want it. Getting to know you,” they moved their whiskey glass to the other hand and tapped him on the shoulder, “is more than enough.” They'd gotten quiet after that, and he didn’t know what to say. He could tell they were second guessing whether or not that was a good idea, but he didn’t know how to tell them how much he needed to hear it. They gave a short nod after a couple of minutes of silence and said they hoped he slept well and they would see him in the morning. They saw him in the morning, but he hadn’t slept well.)

“It feels like hope.” The video stopped and Charles sat turning over the idea that the feeling he couldn’t quite place when they were together... it was hope. Something that he hadn’t felt in so long that he didn’t know what it was when it tapped him on the shoulder or hoped he’d slept well.

The Youtube video stopped. Max, Miranda, Jack, and Thomas wiped their eyes. James held his lovers’ hands. Anne held Max’s face. Charles just stared straight ahead... and then abruptly put his hands on his knees and pushed himself from the couch. The others watched him leave, exchanging worried glances and debating whether or not to follow him.

He knew what he had to do. So he went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Just a second!” They pulled their towel around them, figuring it was probably just Anne telling her how mad she was that the video they suggested made her feel things. They opened the door to see Vane standing there, and if they didn’t know better they would think there might have maybe been a tear in his eye. After a second, they opened their mouth to say “Charles” but he kissed them instead. Nothing harsh, just a quick, simple kiss. Then he bowed his head, turned around, and walked away. They stood there, mouth open, not quite sure what had just happened.

“Annnnnnnnnne!” They yelled downstairs, hoping that Anne knew what was going on with her captain. She knew him probably better than Jack considering how they were almost the same person.

“What,” Anne huffed out when she reached the bathroom, clearly grumpy at being pulled from Max.

“Charles just... I opened the door and he... he kissed me,” they said with a confused look.

Anne stared at them for a second before cracking as close to a smile as Anne Bonny can manage. “Finally.”

They shook their head and blinked. “What.”

Anne just facepalmed and walked away.

They closed the door, wrapping their towel around her more tightly to try and process what happened. He kissed them. He actually did it. Holy shit. H o l y shit. They had to find him.

Throwing on some clothes, they raced out of the bathroom and down the stairs. The living room crew just watched them go, stepping outside and stopping just short of Charles’s back. They watched as they reached out for his arm, watched as he slowly turned around, and watched as they took his face in her hands and gave him a quick kiss. Then they watched them turn around and run back inside and up the stairs to dry their hair, laughing at the bemused look on Vane’s face and swearing they’d seen a small smile on theirs.

They quickly focused their attention back on each other as he walked back inside and passed them to go up the stairs.

They already had the hair dryer out, so they barely heard the knock at the door. Again, expecting Anne to tease them for what just happened, they opened it to see Charles on the other side. They clicked the hair dryer off and they took a second to just see each other. After a minute he reached for the hair dryer and asked, “May I?”

They nodded and passed it to him, settling in on the floor between his legs as he sifted his fingers through their hair and they felt the hot air on the back of their head. They noticed that he was careful not to keep the hair dryer in one place for too long, likely for the sake of his own fingers as much as their head, but they appreciated it anyway. After a couple of minutes they pulled the book they'd brought with them from the counter and started to read while Charles dried their hair, occasionally planting small kisses on the side of thier head, making them smile and curl into a ball.

And for the first time in a long time, they both felt hope.

[fangirlings-things]

BLACK SAILS PREFERENCE: THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY ARE IN LOVE WITH YOU

• requested by anon → this took me quite a while because I've had a writer's block with Black Sails, I kept on editing this until I finally got the expected result and liked it. I'm sorry for the delay, love, I really hope you like it and again, forgive me!

James Flint → He realized he was in love with you when you comforted him, after he having opened up his heart to you about his past. Who he used to be and who he used to love. You didn’t judge him, didn’t look at him differently when he finished the story of his own life. No, you just opened up your arms and pulled him into a hug you knew he needed. And trapped between your arms, caught in your tight embrace, he felt good. He felt loved, like he hadn’t in a long time. And it made him realize that perhaps that feeling of affection and all the trust he felt for you, wasn’t just friendship. Perhaps, he had found it in his heart the will to love someone again, after so long.

“Thank you, for trusting in me enough to tell me this” you said, hugging him tightly. With one of your hands, you caressed his short hair. “I know this can’t have been easy”

“Thank you for listening and not judging” he said, his hot breath against your neck. “Thank you”

You smiled and hugged him even more tightly, trying to bring him closer even if it was not possible. On that little private moment, you both felt quite happy for the first time in a long while.

John Silver → He would figure it out when after much discussion about future plans, you would take his side instead of Flint's. It would mean a lot to him and show John that you really admired his point of view, because you had been a member of Flint’s crew for a long time and trusted him completely. So to have you finally on his side, making it clear to him that his plan was a good one, would make him realize that his need for your approval was deep and went far beyond business.

“Congratulations, Silver. That was a good plan” you told him, when Flint accepted his defeat and went to tell the rest of the crew how would things work for the next few days, when the plan would be put into action. “I can see you really thought about it for the whole crew, not only for yourself”

“Trust me when I say, it means a lot” he said, arms crossed over his chest as he seemed lost in thoughts. “Do you really this plan is going to work?”

“You know I would never have taken your side or go against James, if I didn’t think your plan was better than his” you told him, in a tone of reassurance. You have had your differences in the past but in the last months, you couldn’t deny he had been trying his best to be a part of the crew. “I’m quite sure your plan is going to work”

For that, he smiled at you and the smile you gave back to him, made his heart skip a beat in a way it probably shouldn’t.

Charles Vane → He would realize his feelings for you when you spoke up to him, when no one else had the nerve to, not even Jack or Anne. To see that you were brave and determined enough to go against your Captain if the situation demanded for it, made him see just how amazing and intriguing you were.

“You wanted to see me in private, Captain Vane?” you said, hands joined in front of your body in a respectful position.

“Yes, (Y/N)” Charles said, standing in the corner of the room where only a few shades of light got to him. “I wanted to know if you want to have a drink with me”

“A drink, Captain?” you frowned, surprised. You had been expecting quite a different reaction after having challenged him in front of his whole crew. When he nodded, you saw something in his eyes that made your heart beat faster.

You saw desire.

Jack Rackham → He would find out how he felt about you after a long night, drinking ale together and just rambling about everything. You had been friends for a while and he did know he cared for you, but hearing you laugh at his stupid jokes… that made him understand just how deep was his affection for you.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this before” you were still laughing, trying to stop without success. The story he had just told you was that good. Little by little, you stopped and took a another sip of your ale before looking into his eyes. “It makes me think that there’s so much about you that I still don’t know”

Jack chuckled a bit, caught off guard by your interest in him. “If you want to know, I’ll tell you everything there is to know about Jack Rackham”

Anne Bonnie → She would realize how she felt about you after you face her in a fight as an equal. The way you swing your blade in the air, blow hits on her over and over again, defend her attacks, that would make her see just how good of a fighter you were. And that, was probably what she most admired in others.

“You fought well, but I won” her blade was pressed against your throat.

You smiled, shrugging in surrender. “Give me another chance and I’ll prove to you that I can win”

A ghost of something that could be a smile, passed by Anne’s lips. “I will think about it”

Billy Bones → He would realize he was in love with you when he sees you getting closer and closer to Silver. Your friendship with the other man was growing fast and Billy felt quite disturbed by that, always feeling like he wanted to be the one receiving your attention.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked, concerned by the strange expression on his familiar features.

“Yeah, fine” Billy replied, lowering his eyes to the deck as he said so. For the past half an hour, he had been watching you and Silver talking from the corner of his eye. Should that really hurt him so much?

“If something is wrong… you can tell me” you insisted, frowning. Billy wasn’t someone who would often keep his thoughts to himself. The fact that he did in that moment was weird.

“Trust me, this, I can’t” he forced a smile to you and then, walked away.

[sotally-tober-ac]

Imagine 16

Getting lost in a cave with Mary Read/James Kidd and Anne Bonny.

[oldidhrenniel]

Promises // Charles Vane

➴ Summary: Now that he’s gone, Charles can’t keep making promises.

➴ Pairing: Charles Vane / Reader (2nd Pov).

➴ Warnings: Drinking, depression symptoms, death mention.

➴ Wordcount: 1132.

It had been a month, or two, or three. You had lost track of time. For you, night was morning and morning was night and it stopped when sleeping. Around, the world moved on, people kept falling in love and children were born. Nothing had changed for the rest of them.

For you, nothing would ever be the same. You couldn’t convince yourself to be a part of the world you lived in, no matter how hard you tried. You lived, but had died long ago.

You sat alone in a table, as far as possible from the people that looked and pitied you in silence because none of them were brave enough to approach your table. It was alright, though. It was what you wanted the most, to be left alone at last. To be ignored so no one could judge, and you could grief, and suffer, and weep as much as it was needed.

But as for now, all you did was drink. It was the second bottle and Max was looking worried from the bar, where Jack and Anne accompanied her with the same look on their faces. You didn’t notice Jack getting up from his stool and walking up to you. When he sat down and took the bottle, you looked up with a frown and sighed, preparing for another lecture.

“We haven’t talked in a while,” Jack spoke. His voice was soft and gentle, as it was expected from him. “I was wondering how’s it going?” He questioned, although it wasn’t his intention.

You grunted. “You know how, now give me the bottle back.” You tried to catch the bottle but he was faster and moved back in the chair, out of your reach. “Jack.”

You rubbed your face, it was starting to get hot. It felt like the room had shrunk and those who had been looking at you from afar had gotten closer. Their sadness, their whispers, it all felt so close you had trouble breathing. Or perhaps it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, it did not feel good. Your breaths were quick and erratic and you trembled. You had experienced a similar situation a few months back, right after the war when Idelle wanted to talk. The world had closed and trapped you inside a fire to die suffocating.

You never expected to know such pain, not after all that happened. But it was war, and when at war the unexpected must be expected. Trust was broken upon glances and even shadows were enemies under the right circumstances. Hiding, running and killing became a routine. It was impossible to escape from the consequences of being a pirate. Most people gave up, the thought of battle seemed to frighten them, and accepted the Governor and England, but James Flint couldn’t accept that, and to your despair, neither could Charles Vane.

I have to, it’s our home, he had said. You knew there was nothing that could stop him, he had set up his mind and he was going to follow Flint until them or England were dead. But it was wrong. You had a home, but it wasn’t Nassau, or an island lost in the middle of the ocean, or even a place. It had a name, a smile, and blue eyes.

And it was gone.

You heard Jack sigh and looked up, he was rubbing his face. But something seemed off, looking closer, there were noticeable tears running down.

You took his hand and smiled. “If I talk about this, that means he’s gone forever. That means there won’t be more promises, or bedtalk, or cuddles. We won’t laugh until the sun rises and make wishes upon the stars. There won’t be children, or grandchildren. No future. If I talk, if I accept it now, there’s nothing left for me. You understand?”

It was hard to explain, what was going on. You felt dead, but lived. You breathed, ate, drank and walked among the living, but no part of you was truly alive. And you knew it was hurting your friends, you knew none of them deserved to see you deteriorate to death, but what else was left to do? No passion, no love, no happiness. Just pain and a cursed existence.

“I understand,” he said. You frowned, he was upset and his voice cracked. He lost him too, of course. But it wasn’t the same. “You can’t do this,” he whispered. “You can’t drink each night to pass out, to death. You insult him, and he’d be ashamed. You come here, to drink and scream, and people look and then laugh. You think he’d want that?”

Your hand moved, not sure how. You weren’t thinking about hitting him, but it moved on its own accord. The slap made the room go silent and Anne got up from her chair and ran up to where you two were. She looked angrier than you’d ever seen her and, if you had cared at least a bit about your life, you would’ve been scared. But the cloud that darkened your days also forced you to not care whether they ended or not.

Anne reached the table, fuming. “What is wrong with you, bitch?” She roared. Jack sushed and made her sit down besides him. It took a few minutes, but the place started to move and people minded their own business.

“Did that help?” He asked as if he understood. And perhaps he did.

You hadn’t noticed, just like when he started weeping but the tears blended with his glistening skin and you had attributed it to the alcohol and the weather. But it wasn’t the rum or the sweat. What ran down your face in that moment were tears. A promise travelled with each one of them, disappearing when it hit the table, to never come back.

“No.” Nothing helped. You were going insane. “I’m scared, and I’m lost.”

“So come back ashore,” Anne spoke. You and Jack looked at her surprised. Of all the things Anne was, she had never been mistaken as a good adviser. “You’re a ship, lost in the sea. Your Captain is gone, and it hurts and we know, but the storm isn’t going to bring him back or take you to him. Is going to drown you, and you can’t let that happen. He made his choice, and he did so because he wanted you two to have a home and not have to spend your lives running in fear. Don’t make his death worthless now by become a different person than the one he loved. Come back ashore, and honour your Captain.”

Come back ashore and honour your Captain. Those words made the storm look less frightening than before. Maybe it was the time to fight back.

[intrepidacious]

“You will not do that again,” he had grumbled as he closed the final stitch, a slight waver in his voice you did not expect. Fear, perhaps. Worry. You weren’t sure, but it had chipped another crack in the armor that was slowly crumbling to pieces in your hands. Still, you offered him a small smile as he helped you up from his cot. “You know that I will.” Bucky had closed his eyes, his head dropping to his chest though the edges of his lips curved just so.   Over the years, you found that his touch lingered in the rare moments within the shadows as he cleaned your wounds. Your fingertips grazed his exposed muscle longer than necessary as you applied salve to his cuts. Stealing away glimpses of one another only within the confines of medical aid and candlelit stitches.

that part just hit so right, my god kas. i'm going absolutely feral. i loved seeing how they met for the first time, and the DANCING?? the palpable longing??? this is the kind of shit i live for, holy shit.

i'm so curious to see how this whole thing with the sirens is going to play out and i think i'm rightfully terrified. but i've said it before and i'll say it again, i'd risk it all for captain barnes.

SHE WAS SO CLOSE TO SAYING HIS NAME TOO BYE I CAN'T

Sky Full of Song (3)

series summary: Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed. Pirate/Siren AU

pairings: pirate!bucky x pirate/siren!reader

chapter word count: 6k

warnings: a very soft tender moment, the plot thickens, the tides change

🏴‍☠️ series masterlist // series playlist

The ship drew port at the first town along the mainland. Disappointment hung heavy over the men, a darkness trailing over their heads in thundering storm clouds; dark grey in color and rippling with the sharp course of lightening. Boots dragged heavier on the deck with every step, hands clenched a little tighter at their sides. Their glares burned a little sharper to your shoulder blades as you walked by. 

You’d felt the shift the very moment Bucky announced their course would not lead to the siren infested island. The captain had stood upon the upper balcony looking down to his crew, not a trace of hesitation or remorse upon his features as he broke the news. 

It took only a single pointed look down at his men to quiet their rapid chorus of objections.

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[amooo1023]

My masterlist and rules.

This masterlist might get updated, so if you see something new in here then you know why.

What I will write:

Reader x (character)

(character) x (character)

Bendy x male reader. (He is literally my only exception to writing male readers NOBODY ELSE)

LGBTQ+

Fanfiction in general.

Headcanons, oneshots and scenarios.

I probably will post chapters of something.

Self inserts, platonic or romantic.

Yandere stuff, masochism, sadism, kidnapping and gore.

What I won’t write: 

Racism, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, sexism, misandry, homophobia, transphobia, body shaming, gerontophilia, ( honestly it depends if the character is a supernatural being then I guess it is okay. Again it depends.)

OC x reader, OC x OC, (real person) x reader, dream sexual, Gijinka!(character) x reader, childlike! reader, yandere x yandere. Yandere! reader. (I don’t know how to write yandere readers sorry) Female readers or male readers. (it’s also just kind of not needed since I never need to use third person pronouns and never mention how the readers body looks like.)

(Because yandere x yandere is boring and you don’t really have to do anything with the dynamic. In my opinion.) 

Short nickname ideas for (character) x reader or too short headcanon/headcanons.

Smut or sexual shit in general.

What fandoms I will write about!:

Stardew valley ( Krobus, Dwarf.)                                                          

A hat in time ( Snatcher, DJ grooves, Conductor.)

undertale ( Flowey, Sans(CNR), Papyrus, Mad Mew Mew(mad dummy), Muffet, Napstablook.)

deltarune ( Ralsei, Susie, Kris, Jevil, Spamton, addisons, Sweet, K_K, Cap’n.)

portal and portal 2 ( GLaDOS, wheatley.)

fnaf (Fnaf 1: Freddy Fazbear, Chica, Foxy, Bonnie. (I write for all of the animatronics, it's just that the writer is lazy. But they will all probably be platonic because dead children. Except for security breach because the animatronics don't seem to have dead children possessing them.))

arcane ( Jinx, Sevika, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko.)

kirby games ( Magolor, Marx, Meta Knight, Susie, Daroach, Taranza, Zero 2.)

paper mario ( Dimentio.)

sam and max

helluva boss ( Fizzarolli, Asmodeus, Blitzo, Verosika, Stolas, Robo fizz.)

hazbin hotel ( Alastor, Vaggie, Charlie, Niffty, Angel dust, Cherri Bomb, Sir Pentious.)

gravity falls ( Bill, Pyronica.)

batim/bendy and the ink machine ( Bendy(any form), Boris, Alice Angel, Twisted Alice, Sammy Lawrence.)

animal crossing ( Tom nook, Isabelle, Redd.)

ddlc/doki doki literature club ( Yuri, Monika, Sayori, Natsuki.)

fnf ( Hex.)

woy/wander over yonder ( wander, lord hater, peepers, lord dominator, sylvia.)

Toh/The owl house ( The collector, king (platonic only), Vee. )

Amphibia ( Cloak-bot, Frobo, Grime, Darcy(the core), Marcy, Sasha, Anne )

dhmis/don't hug me I'm scared ( Tony, Colin, Sketchbook, Red Guy )

Hollow Knight (Hornet, Quirrel, Grimm, Lace, Mask Maker, Divine, Absolute Radiance, Pure Vessel(the hollow knight) Oro, Mato, Tiso, Sheo, The Collector(platonic only), White Lady, Brumm )also silksong is never coming out (joke) 

Poppy Playtime (Boogie-bot, Poppy, Huggy wuggy, Mommy long legs, | and no I do not have a fetish)

Howl's Moving Castle (Calcifer)

The Ghost And Molly McGee (The Chairman, Scratch.) Don't judge me.

COTL/cult of the lamb (Helob, Leshy, Kallamar, Heket, Shamura, Narinder, Sozo.)

More fandoms!

When asking me please specify if you want it to be platonic or romantic, what the scenario is and how the reader is going to be like. I will not make female or male readers as it is supposed to be okay for anybody to read no matter the gender. If you want me to write about an unhealthy relationship or just a fluffy normal relationship please write that in your ask or you might not get what you want. This is highly suggested when asking me or I might not answer your request and even if I did answer, you might not get what you wanted.

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Yes, I am a licensed robot fucker and monster fucker. Damn it I'm simping for bugs now help. ALso here is my ao3 account https://archiveofourown.org/users/Amooo1023/profile.