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theostrophywife · 1 year ago

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stop the world i wanna get off with you.

pairing: theodore nott x reader. song inspiration: stop the world i wanna get off with you by arctic monkeys. author’s note: the theo brain rot is so real for me besties. i kid you not i listened to the song on repeat while writing this because my mans is arctic monkeys coded. plus, it was only a matter of time before we saw some smutty action from my favorite slutherin 😏 part one: baby won't you be my girl?

You were not a morning person.

Theo knew that. Hell, everyone in Slytherin knew that. Waking you up before noon on the weekend was a one way ticket to a world of pain. For some reason, your boyfriend was determined to make the top of your hit list this morning.

You groaned as Theo shifted beneath you, rousing you from sleep. He stroked your hair gently and pressed a kiss on your temple. “I have to go to practice, amorina.”

Sunlight streamed in through the skylight above Theo’s dorm, reflecting the rippling waves of the Black Lake across your boyfriend’s goose down comforter. You buried your head in the crook of his neck.

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled against his throat, relishing in his warmth. “Please, Teddy.”

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. “You said that five minutes ago, sweetheart. Do you want your sweet and sexy boyfriend to be maimed by his captain?”

“If Malfoy so much as touches a hair on your head, I’ll turn him into a ferret again and set him loose in the Forbidden Forest.” You snuggled closer and twined your legs together. “Let’s see how threatening he can be against Aragog.”

“Sometimes you genuinely scare me, Y/N.” He wrapped his arms around your waist. “But apparently, fear is a very effective aphrodisiac for me. I’m learning a lot of new things about myself.”

“I can threaten you some more if you want,” you murmured sleepily. “As long as you stay in bed with me, Teddy.”

Theo groaned as you kissed his neck. “You’re absolutely cruel, you know that?” He tilted your chin up, pressing his lips against yours. You sighed dreamily into the kiss, morning breath and all.

Even though you’ve only been officially dating for three months, it felt like you and Theo had been together for a lifetime. You were already inseparable before, but after his confession at the quidditch game after party, you spent nearly every waking moment together. Hence waking up in his bed.

Theo placed a final kiss on the tip of your nose. “Now I really have to go.” You sighed in defeat, pouting like a petulant child. Your boyfriend laughed. “I’ll see you in the stands, babe.”

“Fine,” you mumbled grumpily.

You watched as Theo hastily threw on his quidditch uniform, admiring the view of his sunkissed skin and toned chest and abs. Thank Merlin for quidditch.

The cheeky tosser winked before heading for the pitch. You turned over in bed, burying yourself in Theo’s scent as you drifted back to sleep.

Several hours later, you finally managed to get dressed and dragged yourself to the Great Hall for a late lunch. When you got to your usual table, you found the boys and Pansy waiting for you. Draco and Mattheo were talking in hushed tones, no doubt discussing their strategy to destroy the Ravenclaws while Enzo scarfed down a plate of steak and eggs like his life depended on it. Pansy watched in disgust, wrinkling her nose at your friend.

“For Salazar’s sake, Lorenzo. You’re going to choke to death and I refuse to resuscitate you.”

“Don’t worry, Enzo,” you said as you slid in next to him. “I’m sure we can find a volunteer to perform mouth to mouth on you.”

As if on cue, a gaggle of fourth years giggled at the end of the table. Enzo didn’t seem to notice. Beside him, Blaise met your eye and shook his head. The two of you often joked that Draco took all the arrogance in their family’s gene pool, leaving poor Enzo hopelessly oblivious. The fact that sweet Lorenzo was related to someone as arrogant as Malfoy never failed to completely baffle the mind.

“Well don’t you look adorable, Y/N?” Draco drawled. “All decked out in your boyfriend’s jersey.”

You looked down at the emerald and silver jersey with the number 6 embroidered on the front, which was so big on you that the hem hit your knees. Matching streaks of your house colors adorned your cheeks and you had pulled your hair back with a pair of charmed serpent clips that writhed through your pigtails every so often.

“And up before mid afternoon, no less,” Mattheo commented.

You frowned, flicking him off before reaching for a sandwich. “Speaking of my boyfriend. Where is the little rascal?”

“Last I checked he was still on the pitch,” Draco said as you stuffed a few chips into your mouth. “Practicing to show off in front of you, I imagine.”

“I’ve seen him play before.”

Mattheo stole a chip from your plate. “Yes, but not as his girlfriend.”

You smacked his hand away and he gasped dramatically. Mattheo fetched something out of his robes and set it down in front of you. The small glass vial shimmered in the light.

“Your boyfriend wanted me to give you this.”

A motion sickness draught. Theo knew how queasy and nauseous you got during his quidditch games, so he’d concocted your own special cure for it. Hot and smart. Gods, you were lucky.

You flushed, pocketing the potion. “Thanks.”

“You idiots better win,” Pansy said. “Or else all my hard work for tonight’s after party will go to waste.”

Draco scoffed. “You mean our hard work?” He turned over to you, frowning. “Pans over here had us working harder than a house elf. I’ve got glitter in places glitter should never be.”

“Fitting for someone who thinks the sun shines out of his arse. Maybe it’ll finally teach you some humility, Malfoy.”

Mattheo draped an arm around your shoulder. “You know why our sweet little Pansy’s got her wand in a twist though, right?” He leaned in conspiratorially. “She finally plucked up the courage to invite a certain Ravenclaw to the after party.”

You squealed in delight. “Is that true, Pans? Did you finally ask Luna out?”

Pansy glared at you, practically hissing as she grabbed your elbow. “Say that a little louder, why don’t you? I don’t think they heard you across the room.”

You snorted. Your best friend has always been a little tightly wound, but Pansy Parkinson with a crush was a whole different animagus.

“Well, I, for one, am excited for this development in your love life,” you exclaimed, squeezing her shoulder. “It’s about time you did something about this little crush.”

“Says the witch who took twelve years to admit her feelings,” Pansy said with an affectionate eye roll. “Sorry love, but I’m not taking advice from you.”

“I’m choosing to attribute that to first date jitters and not a blatant insult against your best and most loyal friend.” You picked at your sandwich, waving a pickle in the air excitedly. “Don’t be nervous, Pans. She’s going to love you.”

The encouragement was met with an elbow to your ribs. You paused mid-chew, ready to give Pansy a peace of your mind when a soft voice interrupted you.

“Hi, guys,” greeted Luna Lovegood. She wore a striped blue and bronze sweater, representing the colors of her house. Strapped to her back was a set of feathered eagle wings that nearly dragged to the floor. “I love your snake clips, Y/N. It’s always great to see displays of house spirit. Beware of the nargles, though. They do love shiny things.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for them, Luna.” You said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to your commentary tonight. It’s going to be a heated match between our houses, but one thing’s for certain. The after party will be absolutely mental no matter who wins. Isn’t that right, Pans?”

Pansy nodded, the action making her sleek bob graze her sharp cheekbones. You always thought that your friend possessed an austere sort of beauty, but everything about her seemed to soften as she turned her attention on Luna.

“We can still count on you to make it tonight, right Lovegood?” There was a hint of playfulness in Pansy’s tone that you rarely heard her use. You couldn’t help but smirk. Pansy Parkinson fancied the absolute pants out of Luna Lovegood.

Luna smiled shyly, hiding beneath a strand of platinum blonde hair. “Thank you for the invitation, Pansy. I look forward to seeing everyone tonight.”

“See you tonight, Luna.”

Luna gave your table a friendly wave before returning to her own fellow Ravenclaws. You waited until she was out of ear shot before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“See you tonight Luna,” you repeated, putting on your best impression of Pansy’s husky voice. “Pansy Parkinson’s totally going to snog Luna Lovegood tonight!”

“Oh, shut up,” replied Pansy. She tried her best to look annoyed, but the small smile on her face made it rather unconvincing.

After teasing your friend for at least another hour, the two of you finally headed down to the quidditch pitch. The boys left long ago, presumably to warm up before the big game. You followed Pansy into the stands, cringing slightly at how high up the seats were.

Across the pitch, the feedback from Luna’s sonoroused voice rumbled through the crowd. “Welcome fellow students. Join me in kicking off this long awaited match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, the house of yours truly. As always, the goal is to provide live updates and unbiased commentary throughout the game, but I make no promises. Even a Corkendoodle wouldn’t be able to resist showing a little partiality. Now without further ado, let the games begin!”

The crowd roared as players from each side soared through the air at breakneck speed. You gripped the railing, thankful for Theo’s concoction as you squinted at the blur of players. As always, Madam Hooch kicked off the game by releasing a set of bludgers and the elusive golden snitch. With bated breath, you watched as she threw the quaffle into the air which marked the official start of the match.

A familiar figure zoomed past you, emerald robes streaming behind him as he caught the quaffle and cradled it under his arm. Theo circled through the air, easily outmaneuvering the chasers from the opposing team. He flew straight for a blonde Ravenclaw, making the poor fifth year think that they were going to collide before he swerved at the last second and looped around the frightened player.

“And that’s Nott of Slytherin with an excellent fake out,” Luna announced in her dreamy voice. “Oddly enough, this chaser is heading in the opposite direction of the goalposts. Another clever tactic, I presume.”

Theo brought his broom to a stop directly in front of you, hovering in mid-air while he cradled the quaffle underneath one arm. He immediately broke out into a grin when he saw you wearing his jersey.

“In a turn of events, Nott visits the Slytherin stands for a little chat with his friends,” commented Luna. “Actually, that’s his lovely girlfriend Y/N. I did warn her about attracting the Nargles, but nevertheless those serpent clips are a work of art. Oh look, there’s Pansy Parkinson! I know she looks a bit intimidating at first, but she’s really quite nice.”

Beside you, Pansy turned as red as a tomato. You stifled a giggle just as Theo pulled close, his watercolor eyes crinkling with amusement.

“My jersey looks good on you, Y/N.” Theo drawled, taking the time to flirt despite the fact that he was currently in the middle of a game. He leaned in and whispered low so only you could hear, “But I bet it would look even better on my floor.”

“Win this match and you might get your wish, babe.”

A smirk curved against his lips. “You evil little temptress. I hope you know that I’m holding you to that,” he inched closer, his gaze dropping to your mouth. “Do I at least get a kiss from my good luck charm?”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now? Like, I don't know, playing the bloody quidditch game!”

He shrugged, winking at you in that cheeky way of his. “I’m perfectly capable of multitasking.”

Just then, a bludger whizzed past the stands, but Theo was entirely unbothered as he flipped over on his broom to avoid the hit. Your boyfriend hung upside down, keeping his eyes on you the entire time. “Now about that kiss, dolcezza.”

“That’s quite a creative way to avoid a bludger,” Luna continued. “I once hung upside down in a tree in search of moon frogs and it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but not the most uncomfortable either. Oh! It looks like things are heating up for this lovely couple.”

“You’re an absolute menace, Theodore,” you said with an exasperated sigh before pulling him by the collar and kissing him. The logistics were complicated by the fact that he was currently airborne, but Theo smiled against your lips all the same.

“A good luck kiss,” Luna said with delight. “Those two are absolutely adorable, aren’t they? Ah, young love.”

Satisfied, Theo flipped right side up and palmed the quaffle in his hand. “You hear that, babe? We’re absolutely adorable.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Yeah, yeah. Now go out there and kick some Ravenclaw arse!”

Thanks to Teddy’s potion, you actually managed to keep your eyes open for the entirety of the game. It was a heated match with both teams playing with equal ferocity, but the boys had the upper hand. They moved as one, predicting each other’s moves from years and years of practice. Even the newest additions, Violet and Tracey, seemed to fit seamlessly into the group.

By the time you reached the tail end of the game, your throat felt raw from cheering and screaming. Pansy was in a worse state, hurling insults when one of the Ravenclaw beaters attempted to grab the tail end of Blaise’s broom.

“That was obviously a bloody fucking foul!” Pansy screamed.

“Some colorful words from the Slytherin stands,” Luna said with a little smile, making Pansy blush. “Madam Hooch seems to agree. Robinson has been fouled for blagging Zabini.”

You gripped the end of the railing as Theo zoomed past. The score was tied, but if he made this goal it would put Slytherin up by ten points, effectively winning not only the game but also the Quidditch Cup.

“You got this, babe,” you yelled. “No mercy, Teddy!”

Theo met your gaze and smirked. Vicious woman, he mouthed before careening straight for the goalpost.

The Ravenclaw keeper looked panicked as Theo dodged the other players and reeled the quaffle back. The shot was perfect, whizzing past the post so fast that the keeper didn’t even have time to react.

“Nott with the winning shot!” Luna announced cheerily. “That’s game, everyone. Congratulations to this year’s Quidditch Cup winner: Slytherin House!”

The cheers that erupted from your housemates followed you all the way to the common room. In true Pansy fashion, the large space had been meticulously decorated with banners and streamers. The music blared and the liquor flowed, marking the start of a night of mischief and revelry.

While waiting for the boys to finish showering, you helped Pansy play hostess. You greeted friends from other houses, filling their cups with your signature concoction. A fruity drink that masked the taste of liquor so well that the drinker didn’t realize they were pissed until it was too late.

“Congratulations on the win,” said a familiar voice. You turned around and saw Murdock raising his green cup in a toast.

You smiled, clinking your plastic cup against his. “Thanks Christoph. Good to see you here,” you lowered your voice, darting your head around the corner. “So things are going well with Daphne?”

Christoph smiled shyly. “Yeah, thanks for introducing us by the way. We’re going on our first date to the Three Broomsticks tomorrow.”

After his last disastrous attendance at a Slytherin party, you figured it was the least you could do for your Hufflepuff friend. “Don’t mention it, Christoph. What are friends for? Besides, it’s obvious that you two would be absolutely perfect together.”

“Who’s absolutely perfect together?” A familiar voice drawled. You felt an arm wrap protectively around you. “Besides us, of course.”

Even before you were dating, Theo had a tendency to be overprotective towards you. Most of the time he was pretty good at controlling it, but sometimes his jealousy got the best of him. It would’ve annoyed you if it wasn’t so damn attractive.

“Hey babe,” you said with a little smile, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “I was just telling Christoph here that he should offer Daphne a drink. They’d make a cute couple, don’t you think?”

Realization flooded Theo’s features, followed by a hint of embarrassment. “Definitely,” he said with a rueful smile. “Take it from me, mate. Don’t wait too long before chasing after the girl of your dreams.”

Christoph nodded, looking determined. “Thanks, mate.”

You handed your friend another cup and pointed him in Daphne’s direction. Beside you, Theo smiled sheepishly. His hair was slightly wet from the shower and he smelled like sea salt spray and smoke. The cozy knitted sweater he had thrown on brought out his watercolor eyes.

“Nice save, babe.”

“What can I say? I’m a hopeless romantic,” Theo said, placing his hands on your waist. “You bring it out of me, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “You know, I’d be mad if jealous Theo wasn’t so hot.” Theo grinned as you placed your arms around his neck. “But scoring that winning goal? That was downright sexy.”

Your boyfriend toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Oh yeah? Well, I had some motivation, thanks to our little bargain.” His hands slipped underneath your shirt, tracing teasing circles on your hips. “I delivered on my end. Now it’s time for you to pay up, love.”

“Good things come to those who wait, Theo.”

Theo pouted. “Fine, but only because I know you’re worth it.”

You pulled Theo in by the belt loop and kissed him, long and hard. He lifted you up and groaned as you tugged at his curls. Theo sighed into your mouth as you took control, showing him exactly how much you wanted him. You topped the kiss off by gently biting on his bottom lip. When you pulled away, Theo looked dazed.

“Fuck,” he said in a low, dark voice.

“A little preview,” you said with a smirk. “Just so you don’t think I’m completely heartless.”

“So my dorm or yours?”

You chuckled. “Theo, you haven’t even made your rounds. This party is to celebrate your win, you know.”

“Fuck the party,” he said dismissively. “You think I care about talking to all of these people after that? What do you want, love? Do you want me to beg? Get on my knees for you? I’ll do anything, princess.”

Salazar fucking save you.

You would’ve taken Theo up on the offer, but this was his moment. He deserved to be celebrated. Besides, he’d be all yours by the end of the night.

“As much as I love the visual,” you said, pecking him on the cheek. “I want you to celebrate with the team. You lot deserve it after working so hard all year.” You lowered your voice, whispering in his ear. “After that, we can go up to your dorm and I’ll give you your reward. Think you can do that, babe?”

“Yes ma’am,” Theo replied. “God you’re fucking sexy when you’re bossing me around.”

You smirked. “Good boy.”

Theo groaned before slipping his hand into yours. “Now come on, before I change my mind and claim my reward right here, right now.”

The two of you made rounds through the party, stopping here and there to talk to your respective friends. Most of the time, you were by Theo’s side watching in admiration as everyone congratulated him on the winning goal.

Even in deep conversation, Theo never stopped touching you. Whether it was the soothing rub of his thumb across your knuckles or his arm draped protectively around your waist, it was obvious that physical touch was your boyfriend’s love language.

You couldn’t help but smile at how easy it came to him, like touching you was as natural as breathing air.

“What’s that smile for, love?”

“I just really fucking fancy you.”

Merlin’s bloody beard. The smile on Theo’s face completely took your breath away. His eyes, which you often joked gave him resting witch face, lit up brighter than the sun.

“I really fucking fancy you too, darling.”

Finally, the two of you reached your friends on the other side of the common room. Blaise and Enzo were engaged in a competitive game of beer pong against Mattheo and Draco.

“The man of the hour,” Malfoy announced, clapping Theo on the back. “You fucking killed it out there, mate.” He turned back to the other boys. “We all did.”

“This calls for a celebratory shot!” you announced. “Wait, where’s Pans?”

Mattheo smirked. “Chatting up our commentator. Looks like our little Pansy’s all grown up.”

Across the room, you shot Pansy a wink as she and Luna sat rather close together, huddled on the couch and giggling every so often. You rallied the boys, raising your cups in a cheer. Pansy affectionately flipped you the bird as all six of you hooted and hollered, but she downed the liquor nonetheless.

The firewhisky must have been a fast acting agent of liquid courage because not even a second after she set her cup down, Pansy was kissing Luna. You squealed in delight while the rest of the group drunkenly cheered.

This night just kept getting better and better.

“Another one of our finest lost to young love,” Draco announced dramatically.

You rolled your eyes. “You could be too if you stopped being a coward and finally asked Hermione out.”

Malfoy nearly spat out his drink. “Granger? You think I fancy Granger? Little miss know it all, member of the Golden Trio, poster child Gryffindor Granger? Are you taking the piss, Y/N?”

“Oh please,” Mattheo said with a scoff. “We all see the way you look at her in the Great Hall. You don’t just fancy Granger. You’re absolutely smitten, mate.”

Enzo nodded empathetically. “Mattheo’s right, cousin. You should just ask Hermione out on a date.”

“Have you lot forgotten that the madwoman once punched me in the face?”

“I think she’d be good for you,” you said. “Set you straight.”

“Set me straight?” Draco repeated. “I don’t need anyone to set me straight. Especially not Granger. I mean, the witch is insufferable with her stupid curly hair and stupid big brown eyes and stupid flawless skin.”

Blaise sighed. “No offense, mate, but you’re even thicker than Enzo when it comes to girls.”

Enzo protested in response, but Draco was too busy having a meltdown to notice. His pale complexion blossomed with red as his mouth gaped open. “Do I like Granger?”

You rolled your eyes. “Obviously, you blubbering idiot.”

Draco glared at you, then at Theo. “Nott, please get your girlfriend away from me before I have a full on fit.”

Theo only laughed, pulling you closer. “Gladly. We were heading out anyway.”

You hugged your friends goodbye. Draco was still frowning at his drink when you and Theo finally headed out of the common room.

“Think about it, ferret boy,” you hollered from the door. “Granger’s a catch! We could use more female presence in this absolute sausage party of a friend group.”

With that, Theo hauled you over his shoulder. You squealed, pinching his bum as he carried you out of the common room. “Alright, love. That’s enough of that.”

When you finally reached Theo’s dorm, the two of you fell over in absolute hysterics. You plopped down on his bed, spreading like an obnoxious starfish. Theo followed after, diving on top of you.

“I think you gave Malfoy an identity crisis,” he said, laughing into your hair.

You shrugged, rolling over so that you were on top of him. “He deserved it.”

Theo toyed with the hem of your shirt, tracing circles on your hips. “And what about what I deserve?”

“It’s coming, babe,” you said with a sly smile. “And pretty soon you will be too.”

“Don’t tease, cara mia.”

“I never tease,” you purred. “I only promise.”

With a satisfied smirk, you pressed your lips against his. Theo groaned into your mouth as you straddled his lap, deepening the kiss. Large hands roamed underneath your shirt, his palms rough and calloused from hours and hours of playing quidditch.

A sinfully delicious moan slipped past Theo’s lips as you trailed kisses along his jaw, throat, and neck. You sucked on his flesh, hard enough to leave marks. You liked knowing that every time he changed, little reminders of you littered his skin.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Theo muttered.

“You’ve got a filthy mouth, Theo,” you teased. “I bet I could shut you up though.”

Your boyfriend groaned like he was in pain. “Please do.”

You winked before disappearing underneath the covers. Theo’s eyes fluttered close as you continued kissing down his chest, taking the time to trace your name on his abs with your tongue, which seemed to be a real crowd pleaser. You stripped off his trousers, kissing his perfectly defined v line before licking a teasing stripe along the underside of his cock.

“Figlio di puttana,” Theo cursed, low and rough. Your knees nearly buckled. There was truly nothing hotter than your boyfriend swearing in Italian. “Don’t stop, Y/N.”

“What was that you said about delivering on my promise?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. “Because it feels like I’m giving you the winner treatment right now, doesn’t it baby?”

A choked moan was your only response as you took him into your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, bobbing your head up and down in a steady rhythm. Theo fisted your hair in his hands, watching through heavy lids as you sucked your cheeks in.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned, stroking your cheek. “But I’m willing to die a happy man.”

You chuckled, sending vibrations to his sensitive head. Theo twitched against your cheek as you gripped his shaft, moving along with your mouth. He continued to curse colorfully while you wrapped your lips around him. You felt him tense underneath you, signaling that he was close.

Theo tugged lightly at your scalp. “I don’t want to cum yet,” he said huskily. “Not until I’m inside of you.”

Merlin bless your boyfriend and his filthy fucking mouth. Theo flipped you over, his body pinning you to the mattress as he kissed you roughly. You gasped against his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in. Heat pooled in your core and flooded your body with desire.

“Theo,” you mumbled, tugging at his shirt. “I need you. Now.”

He ripped off his shirt, grinning. “Then have me, darling.”

“I want to be on top.”

You squealed as Theo rolled over, placing you on his lap. He gripped your hips and gently rolled against you. “I’m not about to argue with that.”

With a smirk, you toyed with the hem of your shirt. Theo grabbed your wrist and shook his head. “Keep it on. I want to watch you ride me while wearing my jersey.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love your filthy mouth?”

Theo grinned before latching his lips on your breast. He looked up at you and swirled his tongue around your nipple through the fabric. “It’s not ringing a bell. Shall I try the other side?”

“Gods, yes.”

He gave your other nipple equal attention as you lined his cock up at your entrance. Precum coated his tip, mixing with your own slick as you slowly lowered onto his length. Theo’s teeth sank into your collarbone, muffling his moan.

“Fuck me,” he exhaled in a shaky breath.

“I am, baby.”

Theo chuckled darkly. “Smartass.”

You rolled your hips as he gripped your ass, helping you lift and lower at a faster pace. Theo’s mouth collided with yours, his hands roaming underneath your shirt and exploring every inch of you like he was trying to commit your body to memory.

The intensity of his gaze pierced you with lust and desire. He lifted the hem of his jersey, watching as his cock disappeared between your folds.

“I love watching you take all of me, pretty girl.” Theo was ravenous, littering your neck and shoulder with love bites. “You ride me so fucking well. Maybe it should be you out there on the broom.”

“The only broom I’m interested in is yours,” you quipped back. “Besides, you don’t want everyone else knowing my tricks, do you?”

“Fuck no,” Theo whispered roughly as he switched positions. He pressed you against the mattress, hooking your legs on his shoulder before smirking. “This is for my eyes only. You’re mine, amorina.”

“Yours,” you breathed as he thrust into you. The angle allowed him to slide in even deeper, hitting all the right spots as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“That’s my good girl,” Theo declared proudly. “Now fucking take it.”

The pleasure hits you in waves. The sounds that you were both making were absolutely filthy, and you were glad that music was playing in the common room below otherwise the whole of Slytherin house would’ve heard you screaming Theo’s name.

“You getting close, baby?” Theo grunted as you fluttered around him. You whimpered in response, raking your nails along his back. “I’ll take that as a yes. I want you to cum with me. Can you do that, pretty girl?”

You nodded as Theo’s slender fingers rubbed against your clit, pushing you over the edge. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, cursing as the orgasm hit you both.

Theo kissed you, swallowing your moans of pleasure as euphoria washed over you. He rode it out, hips stuttering as he finished. The two of you laid in the dark, bodies twined together while your heartbeats synced.

“Holy fuck,” you said in disbelief.

Theo chuckled. “That did feel a bit sacrilegious.”

He rolled over and grabbed his wand, casting a quick scouring charm over the both of you. Thank Merlin for magic.

You rolled over, propping your chin up with one hand. “You want to smoke a cigarette, don’t you?”

Your boyfriend shook his head. “Actually, I was thinking about quitting.”

Now this was news to you. “Oh? Has all my nagging finally paid off?”

“Maybe,” he said, shrugging. “I’m just thinking ahead. I don’t want our kids picking up the habit.”

Your eyes widened. “Kids? As in, plural?”

Theo nodded emphatically. “Oh yeah, little Theo Jr. and his brother Mattheo don’t need to be exposed to my smoking.”

You cocked your head in confusion. “Theo Jr.? Mattheo?”

“Don’t ask. I lost a bet.”

“You better be taking the piss, Teddy.”

He chuckled. “Mostly. I am quitting smoking and I am looking forward to a future with you, our hypothetical children’s names to be further discussed.”

“You absolute menace of a man,” you said, cuddling him with a wide grin. “I fucking adore you, do you know that?”

“I am stupidly in love with you.”

You giggled as Theo peppered kisses on your face. “Malfoy’s right. We’re truly revolting.”

“Oh, absolutely vile.”

Theo tucked you into the crook of his neck and kissed the top of your head. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you mumbled sleepily. “I love you, Teddy.”

He pulled you close and smiled. “I love you too, Y/N.”

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No, I'm not tagging my stories separately ,there is smut and if you are minor, just don't go there. 🔞 They all are HL/HP fandom related.

Raven's revenge (draft, rewriting at the moment)

Magic and Mischief (ongoing, fun project with @juneymont and @leafler , AO3)

Fluff, angst, more fluff.

Letters HL themed (coming soon)

SMUT, DON'T TOUCH IF YOU ARE MINOR, there I warned you, you are on your own now.

An Apology f oc x Draco (AO3, Wattpad)

Captains f oc x Sebastian x Garreth (AO3 , Wattpad)

Garreth X Mc

Garreth 🔞

Garreth Weasley fest -24

Honeyduke's

Potion storeroom

Hogwarts

Gryffindor's common room

Slytherin's common room

Hufflepuff's common room

Deathday party room

Salazar Slytherin scriptorium part1 , part2

Discord: Newbienewness

Linktree

My commissions:

@rednite-dork Garreth/Mc

@myokk Garreth/Mc

@giselsann-opencommissions Garreth/Mc

#masterlist #newbienewness #oneshots #fanfics #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy ai

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kingkenzieofmold · 1 year ago

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My Resident Evil x The Henry Stickmin Collection Crossover Cast.

Feel free to disagree with me as I was trying to fill roles by who I would think would fit into whose role within the games! So feel free to disagree with me or say who you would rather cast! Enjoy my weird combinations of my biggest hyper fixations!<3

This is casting from Resident Evil: Zero to Resident Evil 4 as this was as far as I got in casting-

Resident Evil 0

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Billy Coen Billy G.

Dr. James Marcus Dr. Vinschpinsilstien

Dr. William Birkin Right Hand Man

Dr. Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Captain Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield Rupert Price

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Barry Burton Johnny Panzer

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Richard Aiken Randy Radman

Brad Vickers Chad Hansen

Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Kenneth J. Sullivan Jaques Kensington

Joseph Frost Sir Willford IV

Forest Speyer Reynaldo the brute

Female Newscaster Alice Hamilton

Resident Evil 2

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Claire Redfield Ellie Rose

Ada Wong Earrings

Sherry Birkin Sven Svensson

William Birkin Right Hand Man

Annette Birkin Carol Cross

Brian Irons/Robert Kendo Mr. Macbeth

Marvin Branagh/Ben Bertolucci General Galeforce

Resident Evil 3

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Carlos Oliveira Jacob Rose

Nikolai Zinoviev Dmitri Johannes Petrov

Mikhail Viktor Grigori Olyat

Tyrell Patrick Kurt Dietrich

Nemesis CCC Robot

Resident Evil 4

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Ashley Graham Victoria Grit

Ada Wong Earrings

Luis Serra Navarro Ted Adam

Ingrid Hunnigan Hat Girl

Ramón Salazar Captain H. J. Canterbury

Bitores Méndez Major Hershell Panzer

Jack Krauser Charles Calvin

Osmund Saddler Mayor Fredrickson

Merchant Mysterious Voyager

Mike Quentin Alabaster

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin au #thsc au #thsc #resident evil #resident evil au #resident evil 1 #resident evil 2 #resident evil 3 #resident evil 4

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heckcareoxytwit · 8 months ago

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A preview of Wolverine: Madripoor Knights #2

WOLVERINE: MADRIPOOR KNIGHTS #2

MELEE IN MADRIPOOR AS ROUGHOUSE AND BLOODSCREAM RETURN! WOLVERINE, CAPTAIN AMERICA and BLACK WIDOW delve deeper into the mystery of the missing weapon in Madripoor and come face-to-face with Logan’s old enemies, ROUGHOUSE and BLOODSCREAM! If Bloodscream gets his hands on any of these heroes, neither a mutant nor a Super-Soldier will make it through unscathed! And what mysterious ALLY holds the key to victory…if our heroes can save them in time?! The untold sequel to UNCANNY X-MEN #268 continues with shocking revelations of a mission you only thought you knew…

Written by: Chris Claremont Art by: Edgar Salazar Cover by: C. B. Cebulski Page Count: 28 Pages Release Date: March 20, 2024

#Wolverine #Logan #James Howlett #X Men #XMen #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Black Widow #Natasha Romanoff #natalia romanova #Avengers #the avengers #The Hand #wolverine: madripoor knights #marvel preview #marvel

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free-for-all-fics · 2 years ago

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Obscure Characters List - Male Edition

Obscure Characters I love for some reason. (By obscure I mean characters that have little to no fanfic written about them. Not necessarily characters nobody’s ever heard of.) Don’t ask me to explain why.

Abraham Alastor/Anthony Clarke (Dark Pictures Little Hope)

Adam (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Adam (Hallmark Frankenstein 2004)

Al Capone (Night at the Museum)

Alan McMichael (Crimson Peak)

Alec Fell (Nancy Drew, The Silent Spy)

AM (I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream)

Amphibian Man/The Asset (Shape of Water)

Anthony Walsh (Blood Fest)

Anton Herzen (Professor Layton and the Diabolical Box)

Ardeth Bay (Mummy series)

Armand (Queen of the Damned 2002)

Armando Salazar (Pirates of the Caribbean 5)

Barnaby (Sabrina Down Under)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns)

Baron Meinster (Brides of Dracula)

Beast/Hank McCoy (X-Men, Kelsey Grammer version)

Beast/Prince (Beauty and the Beast 2014)

Ben Willis (I Know What You Did Last Summer)

Bernard the elf (Santa Clause series)

Black Phillip (The VVitch)

Blade (Puppetmaster series)

Bughuul (Sinister 1 and 2)

Caliban/John Clare (Penny Dreadful)

Captain Frederick Wentworth (Persuasion)

Captain James Hook (Peter Pan 2003)

Cedric Brown (Nanny McPhee)

Christian Thompson (Devil Wears Prada)

Colonel William Tavington (The Patriot)

Cornelis Sandvoort (Tulip Fever)

Crown Prince Ryand'r/Darkfire (DC comics/Teen Titans)

Daniel Le Domas (Ready Or Not)

Death (Final Destination series)

Dimitri Allen (Professor Layton and the Unwound Future)

Dimitri Denatos (Mom’s Got a Date With a Vampire)

Dustfinger (Inkheart)

Dr. Alexander Sweet/Dracula (Penny Dreadful)

Dr. Gregory Butler (Happy Death Day 1 & 2)

Dr. Manhattan (Watchmen)

Driller Killer (Slumber Party Massacre 2)

Edward Gracey (Haunted Mansion 2003)

Edward Mordrake (Urban Legend/American Horror Story Asylum)

Edward/Eddie “Tex” Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3)

Elemer of the Briar (Elden Ring)

Erik Carriere (Phantom of the Opera 1990)

Ethan (Pilgrim 2019)

Father Gascoigne (Bloodborne)

Faustus Blackwood (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Fegan Floop (Spy Kids trilogy)

Fox Mask/Tom (You’re next)

George Knightley (Emma)

Ghost/Mitch (Haunt 2019)

Godskin Apostle (Elden Ring)

Godwyn the Golden (Elden Ring)

Gold Watchers (Dark Deception)

Greg (Bodies, Bodies, Bodies)

Grim Matchstick (Cuphead)

Gurranq Beast Clergyman (Elden Ring)

Henry Jekyll/Edward Hyde (Broadway, Rob Evan version)

Henry Sturges (Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter)

Hugh Crain (Haunting of Hill House, the book and 1963 film. Not the Flanagan show or 1999 movie remake)

Hugo Butterly (Nancy Drew, Danger by Design)

Ingemar (Midsommar)

Jack Ferriman (Ghost Ship)

Jack Worthing/Uncle Jack (We Happy Few)

Jafar (Once Upon a Time, not the Wonderland spin-off)

Jan Valek (John Carpenter’s Vampires)

Jefferson "Seaplane" McDonough/Alex (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Jervis Tetch/Mad Hatter (Arkhamverse! Video Games)

Jester (Puppetmaster series)

John (He’s Out There)

Joseph “Joey” Mallone (Blackwell series)

Juan (The Forever Purge)

Juno Hoslow, Knight of Blood (Elden Ring)

Kalabar (Halloweentown)

Kenneth Haight (Elden Ring)

Killer Moth/Drury Walker (Teen Titans)

King Paimon (Hereditary)

Lamb Mask/Craig (You’re next)

Lamplighter (The Boys)

Launder Man (Crypt TV)

Lawrence “Larry” Gordon (Saw series)

Loki (Apsulov: End of Gods)

Lucifer (Devil’s Carnival 1 & 2)

Magic Mirror (Snow White 1937/Shrek)

Man in the Mask (The Strangers)

Manon (The Craft)

Man-Thing (Marvel’s Werewolf By Night)

Marco Polo/Merman (Crypt TV)

Marcus Corvinus (Underworld series)

Markus Boehm (Nancy Drew, the Captive Curse)

Mephistopheles (Faust’s Albtraum)

Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (Bloodborne)

Miquella (Elden Ring)

Mirror Man (Snow White and the Huntsman)

Mr. Crow/Aldous Vanderboom (Rusty Lake series)

Mr. Le Bail (Ready Or Not)

Mr. Slausen (Tourist Trap)

Nigel Billingsley (Jumanji 2 and 3)

Night’s Cavalry (Elden Ring)

Nothing (The Night House)

Pazuzu (The Exorcist)

Pierre Despereaux (Psych)

Prince Anton Voytek (Vampire 1974)

Prince Escalus (Romeo and Juliet, no particular adaptation)

Prince Quartus (Stardust)

Prince Septimus (Stardust)

Professor Petrie/Phantom of the Opera (Phantom of the Opera 1962)

Peter Quint (Turn of the Screw, the book and maybe some other adaptations. Not the Bly Manor Flanagan show.)

Reese Kelly (Scarlet Hollow)

Rene Belloq (Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark)

Roland Voight (Hellraiser 2022)

Ronin (Star Trek)

Rorschach (Watchmen)

Rupert Giles (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Rusty Nail (Joyride trilogy)

Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Sam Wayne (Scarlet Hollow)

Silver Surfer/Norrin Radd (Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer)

Simon Jarrett (SOMA)

Sir Lancelot (Night at the Museum 3)

Sportacus (LazyTown)

Starscourge Radahn (Elden Ring)

STEM (Upgrade)

Sutter Cane (In the Mouth of Madness)

Thantos DuBaer (Twitches 1 and 2)

The Auditor (Hellraiser: Judgment)

The Babadook (The Babadook)

The Black Knight Ghost (Scooby Doo 2 Monsters Unleashed)

The Curator (Dark Pictures Anthology)

The Designer (Devil’s Carnival 2)

The Djinn/Nathaniel Demerest/Professor Joel Barash/Steven Verdel (Wishmaster series)

The Faun (Pan’s Labyrinth)

The Fox (The Little Prince 1974)

The Jester (The Jester, A Short Horror Film series)

The Kinderfänger (Crypt TV)

The Knight/Tarhos Kovács (Dead by Daylight)

The Look-See (Crypt TV)

The Man (Carnival of Souls)

The Merman (Cabin In The Woods)

The Metal Killer (Stage Fright 2014)

The Mirror (Oculus)

The Narrator (Stanley Parable)

The Other (Hellfest)

The Phantom (Phantom Manor)

The Projectionist (Pearl)

The T-1000/Cop (Terminator 2, Terminator Genisys)

The Tall Man/The Entity (It Follows)

The Thing (The Thing 1982)

The Torn Prince/Royce Clayton (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

The Torso/James “Jimmy” Gambino (Thirteen Ghosts remake)

Thomas Alexander “Alex” Upton (TAU)

Tiger Mask/Dave (You’re Next)

Tommy Ross (Carrie, 1976)

Valak (The Conjuring)

Valdack and his real world counterpart (Black Mirror)

Van Pelt (Jumanji 2)

Venable (Wrong Turn 2021)

Viktor (Underworld series)

Viktor Frankenstein/Dr. Whale (Once Upon a Time)

Vladislaus Dracula (Van Helsing 2004)

Wade Thornton (Nancy Drew, Ghost of Thornton Hall)

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts (The Princess Bride)

Wildwind/Dark Skull, Stormy Weathers, and Lightning Strikes (Scooby Doo and the Legend of the Vampire)

“William”/The Headless Figure (Crypt TV)

William "Billy" Butcherson (Hocus Pocus 1 and 2)

Xenan the Centaur (Xena Warrior Princess)

#Obscure characters list #character list #Obscure characters #Characters list #Obscure fictional characters #Male Characters List #will be added to over time #I'm not even gonna attempt to tag this any further #It'd just be too much #Don't ask me to explain #I don't know what to tell you #characters I like inexplicably

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buckets-and-trees · 2 years ago

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I’ve got quite a few muses mulling around, but none of them are particularly DEMANDING right now. But I’m traveling this weekend and have a few free days off of work next week, so I want to get going and prod one or two of these muses…

#tumblr polls #everybody loves a poll #writing poll

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thewidowsghost · 2 years ago

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Ashes (HSMTMTS x Salazar-Roberts Reader) - Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

"Ladies and gentleman, just a reminder that the auditions for the musical will begin in the auditorium in five minutes," The words ring from the intercom.

Nini fixes her gaze on her sister excitedly.

(Y/n)'s gaze sparkles warmly. "Let's go!" (Y/n) says and Nini bounces excitedly.

. . .

"People! Make sure your audition number is clearly visible on your clothes!" Carlos yells over the bustle of the room. "This isn't a game."

(Y/n) chuckles, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Nini and (Y/n) were sitting on opposite sides of the room - their usual audition ritual. Nini is accompanied by EJ and Kourtney.

(Y/n) leans over her guitar, her fingers gently plucking a soft tune - her usual audition ritual - her eyes closed as her nose points down towards the guitar.

There is a knocking on the doorframe of the room, and there is a ringing silence.

"Okay, theatre people," Miss Jenn, who had walked into the room, claps her hands. "Let's do this."

Then her eyes fall on (Y/n), whose guitar is still sitting in her lap.

"Bring the guitar," Miss Jenn says, then she leaves, (Y/n) blinking in surprise.

(Y/n) puts a strap on her guitar, and she follows her twin out of the room, her guitar resting on her back.

. . .

Miss Jenn stops beside (Y/n), who is sitting offstage, tuning her guitar.

"How long have you been playing guitar?" Miss Jenn asks, and (Y/n) blinks, looking surprised.

"About nine to ten years," (Y/n) replies.

"Well, good luck," Miss Jenn tells her.

(Y/n) watches Miss Jenn with a slightly confused look on her face, but as she goes to focus back on guitar, she catches the eye of a very pretty redhead who is standing in a line to do her audition readings.

The redhead is dressed in a pink sweatshirt with the same shade of pink sweatpants, and her hair is pulled back.

The redhead smiles at (Y/n), her eyes crinkling cutely.

All the breath leaves (Y/n)'s chest and she sits stunned for a moment before she shakes herself.

(Y/n) looks up again when she sees Miss Jenn stop in front of the redhead.

"You," Miss Jenn studies the redhead closely. "You're giving me uncommon depth. Ms. Darbus?" Miss Jenn offers.

"I'm dying. I'm deceased. Yes." the girl says and (Y/n) giggles uncharastically.

"Oh, your application says you play piano?" Miss Jenn asks.

"I dabble," the girl replies.

"You ever written a song?" Miss Jenn asks.

"I mean, nothing I've ever shared with anyone," the girl admits.

"I always thought the drama teacher should have an Act Two power ballad," Miss Jenn smiles at the girl.

(Y/n) continues to watch as Miss Jenn reaches Nini. "And how about we have you read for Kelsi?" Miss Jenn asks.

(Y/n) sets down her guitar and goes to stand next to the last boy in line.

Nini pauses, and she glances down at her twin. (Y/n) nods her encouragement.

"Gabriella," Nini corrects. "I wanna audition for Gabriella."

"Okay," Miss Jenn smiles at Nini. She moves on to the boy in between (Y/n) and Nini. "You're reading for Ryan, right?" she asks.

(Y/n) can sense the boy's discomfort, and Carlos pipes up, "I think he'd rather play Sharpay."

Miss Jenn looks back at the blonde haired boy, and he grins. "I love that. That is so fresh."

Miss Jenn takes one more step to stand in front of (Y/n). Glancing back at Nini, Miss Jenn can see the similarities between the two girls.

Studying (Y/n) closely, Miss Jenn glances down at her clipboard.

. . .

"Okay, the last of the Troys," Miss Jenn says as EJ walks onto stage with a basketball clutched in his hands. "And he comes with props." EJ fake throws the ball, and catches it again, chuckling. "Whenever you're ready," Miss Jenn tells EJ. "Okay," her voice softens, "what do I need to know?" she asks Carlos, who is sitting beside her.

"EJ Caswell," Carlos begins. "Most Instagram followers. Co-Captain of the Water Polo team. Senior class treasurer. Wakes up looking like that. Doesn't know I exist."

"I hope he can carry a tune," Miss Jenn says.

As EJ sings his piece, Nini smiles, her eyes softening with affection.

"Well, excuse me, Armie Hammer just called," Miss Jenn says and (Y/n)'s eyebrows raise. "He wants his jawline back." (Y/n) chuckles and EJ looks confused, glancing over at Nini and (Y/n), who were standing next to each other. "We're moving on to the Gabriellas," Miss Jenn goes on as EJ walks over to the wings.

The girl - Gina Porter, who had the fancy dance moves in the warm up - sings her piece with a steady voice.

"She's good," Nini murmurs in (Y/n)'s ear, sounding worried.

"We're going together," (Y/n) replies. "You're leading. You'll do amazing."

EJ comes to stand beside Nini and Nini turns to her boyfriend. "Okay, I could really use some last-minute tips. Like, now."

(Y/n) steps slightly away so they could talk.

"And that's why I love you," (Y/n) can hear EJ say, and Nini freezes.

. . .

(Y/n) is walking up to her bedroom but she freezes at her door as Ricky rushes past.

"Ricky?" (Y/n) asks but Ricky doesn't answer, his head bowed.

(Y/n) messes with her doorknob before she moves to Nini's room where her twin was hugging a pillow to her chest, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Nin?" (Y/n) asks, moving over to her sister's bed.

Sitting down, Nini collapses into her sister's arms, sobbing against her shoulder.

. . .

"You ready?" (Y/n) asks her sister.

"Any intel on these two?" Miss Jenn asks as the two sisters walk out into the center of the stage.

"Nini Salazar-Roberts," Carlos says, nodding to Nini. "Harmless chorus girl. Usually plays farm animals and trees. (Y/n) Salazar-Roberts," Carlos goes on, gesturing to (Y/n). "Orchestra girl. Plays cello, guitar, viola, and piano. Co-Captain of the cross-country team."

"Okay, Nini, (Y/n)! Whenever you're ready," Miss Jenn says louder so the twins can hear.

Nini goes to start, but there are heavy footsteps approaching somewhere, and (Y/n) and Nini pause.

The door at the back of the auditorium slams open and (Y/n) scowls as she hears Ricky yell, "Am I too late? Am I too late?"

The redhead, whose eye (Y/n) had caught earlier, watches (Y/n) as she turns, facing her twin, murmuring something that the others can't hear. The redhead can see Nini relax a little, however.

"We're all set on Troys," Miss Jenn tells Ricky as he jumps up the stairs. "We're low on Chads. You can read after the Gabriellas."

"I-I only studied the Troy scenes in the movie," Ricky stutters and EJ rolls his eyes.

"Troy would have arrived on time," Carlos replies, looking annoyed.

"I hope that was ironic," (Y/n) comments and the others laugh.

Miss Jenn turns away from Ricky and back towards (Y/n) and Nini, who were standing shoulder to shoulder, (Y/n)'s feet spread slightly, as though grounding herself.

"Whoo!" EJ yells, cheering his girlfriend on.

Miss Jenn starts, her coffee spilling on the light board.

Electricity crackles and the lights flicker off, leaving the others sitting in darkness.

"Nobody panic!" Miss Jenn calls after a moment, trying to mop up her spilled coffee with a few sheets of paper. "Girls, let's wait for the lights to come back on," she goes on. "I don't want this to throw you."

(Y/n) takes a deep breath, exchanging a glance with Nini.

"We're not thrown," Nini says, furrowing her eyebrows.

(Y/n) and Nini begin the song, and both Ricky and EJ jump up, flicking on their phone lights and shining them in (Y/n) and Nini's eyes.

. . .

Watching the twins sing, the redhead notices how well their voice complement each other's, Nini's higher voice easily matching up with (Y/n)'s lower voice.

Just as the two finish, the lights flicker back on.

(Y/n) glances at Nini. "Funny how that happens."

Nini regards her twin with amusement, while the others on the stage laugh.

Miss Jenn considers the two in front of her for a moment, Ricky and EJ turning off their phone flashlights.

"Good job you two," Miss Jenn says, looking impressed.

(Y/n) grins at her sister and the two walk over, sitting down.

Nini had plopped herself beside EJ, leaving (Y/n) to sit in between her and the pretty redhead that had caught her eye earlier.

"You, late boy," Miss Jenn calls back to Ricky. "Let's do the Chad sides."

(Y/n) throws a protective arm around Nini's shoulders as Ricky walks to the middle of the stage.

Word Count: 1484 words

If you’d like to be tagged, let me know!

#nini salazar roberts x sister reader #nini x reader #maddox x reader #maddox hsmtmts #ashlyn caswell x reader #reader insert #ricky bowen x bff reader

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hampop · 4 years ago

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One More Voyage

Salazar, Ch 9, At Rest

You’ve never been in a position like this. Never been so close to someone in such a vulnerable and personal way. He’s breathing steadily, snoring lightly, still asleep. And you understand all at once that it must be the Capitán. You recall the events from last night, though most of it is in a haze, and you can’t believe that this has happened.

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #dmtnt #potc dmtnt #pirates of the carribean: dead men tell no tales #armando salazar #captain salazar #x reader #salazar x reader #captain salazar x reader #captain salazar x you #armando salazar x reader #omv #reader insert

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savvythepirate · 2 years ago

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Young Bloods

Pairing: Jack Sparrow x reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @zaypay

The Request:

Young!Jack Sparrow (you know, the one in potc 5, from Salazar's memory) x reader. I have a couple of prompts here, of angst cause I love it.

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If there was one thing for you to be most certain about, anything at all, it would be the thought of you ever encountering Jack Sparrow again after many years.

But now that you have, you didn’t recognize him at all as you could only remember him as for someone very young. Very young , yet very intelligent, someone who took an interest in you almost immediately. You were both the same age when you first meet, but it was in a dark place, a place that no soul was to survive unless they were very fortunate.

You happened to be one of those, but you sometimes find yourself feeling envious towards those who met death sooner then some. For those who survive, they were to be living a hellish life while roaming the seas of the Caribbean. From the moment you were first locked in a barrel, you didn’t give up on looking for a way to escape, even knowing that could have you suffer deadly consequences if you dare to even try. However, you were known to be fearless and ambitious, something everyone you met valued you for. Nearly every day you are looking for that chance to escape, and when there didn’t seem to be any sort of light at the end of the tunnel, the more you were getting convinced to give up and accept your life to be like for the rest of your days.

Looking at it, you would be spending the rest of your days in the clutches of Salazar, known to be the most terrifying captain that could only be described as evil. When Jack Sparrow had come along, you started seeing the light of hope in escaping one day. Just as you had hoped, it seemed as if fate decided you had been held long enough and that it was time for your release to a better life, but not without your best friend, Jack of course.

The escape you both took together was a success, and it was definitely something to celebrate for. Despite the victory, you both wanted to avoid getting captured again as much as possible, leading you both to decide it would be best to go your separate ways. For now at least, despite you both being at a young age at the time. The intent was to throw them off guard if they decided to come looking for you to take you both back, but it’s been eighteen years now and there had been no sign of them, not even the slightest. Although you kids didn’t stay in touch, there wasn’t a day that goes by without thinking much of each other, of how the other was doing. You were out taking care of your routinely chores when the unexpected encounter had come in.

Jack Sparrow immediately recognized you, but it took a little time for you to recognize him. When you did finally recognize Jack Sparrow, you both decided that this time, you would stick together as you felt it was now safe enough to do so. Fast forwarding five years since meeting again, Jack suddenly becomes protective of you and hardly lets you do anything on your own.

Once you got fed up with him keeping you behind on any sort of risky mission, you finally step up and say something about it, and he wasn’t too happy to hear what you had to say to this. This particular task, you wanted to accompany Jack for a meet up with an dangerous old foe, to which he had refused of course. You went along with him on one of these before, and he seemed alright about it when you did. Now all of a sudden he was highly against letting you go with him, and you were wondering why he was suddenly against this.

All you knew was that Jack hasn’t had a problem with this before, and that’s the question you poke at him with.

“I don’t understand, Jack. You… you never had a problem with it before.”

Jack would never be truthful about these topics, what had bothered him about allowing you to come along was the fact that he had caught the foe staring at you in a way he didn’t like and he wanted to protect you from that.

When you let those words in question roll off your tongue, Jack wasn’t expecting it, and it was a bit of a surprise to him. For you to be questioning him like that. At first, Jack was stunned and was unsure of how to responded to that, until he says the very first thing that comes to mind, but will quickly learn that to be a big mistake.

“Maybe you don’t need to understand then, (Y/n).”

This was starting to get ridiculous, more like childlike games, but you sure as hell weren’t going to let Jack talk you down like that.

Sure you could have let an outburst take over your composure to stay cool, but you handled in a different and better way. It was the best way you know, giving him the narrowing eyes as you would to anyone who made you feel like your emotions could take no more. You sighed like you were going to give into him, but took him by surprise as you folded your arms over your chest.

You weren’t going down so easily, and you wanted him to know it.

“Maybe so, but I’m going.”

“Fine, but don’t blame me if you get caught in the line of crossfire and something goes wrong.”

As you followed behind Jack, you had a grin plastered on your face.

This was a victorious moment, and it was more so when you proved yourself to Jack Sparrow about why he should let you come along with no problems to these risky events. Jack Sparrow’s intention was to make a deal with the fool and to cheat his way into getting something even better from them, to be walking out with the best of it. While wanting to believe he was the reason to why he got better then hoped, he knew that wasn’t the least bit true. You were quiet through this exchange until things started going south and Jack didn’t seem to see it right away, and that’s where you stepped in to help.

Jack had almost bought into what he believed to be the value of treasure people would die for having.

“I owe you one.” Jack says, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Darn right you do, Sparrow.”

You really couldn’t agree more.

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Requests: OPEN

@savvythepirate @princessofthornsandroses

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justafairytailofinnocence · 3 years ago

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Hi dearies💖 so I was inspired to write the last movie of potc. Idk how this will go down but I hope you guys like it💖.

Comment or reblog below if I should make this into a full chapter fanfiction.

Barbossa X reader☠️

Every sailors dream🌊

"I ain’t be the one for affections, I always thought it was stupid and prissy. I took pride in me self and me ship anything else goes overboard. Traveling around the seven seas is me life and I ain’t gonna let anyone take that away from me”

I held many secrets as a Captain. I won’t tell a soul and even if someone found out I’ll drag em’ to the depths of the seven seas where no one can ere em’ again. I swear me own secrecy, lock it away and never reach it again, I be soundin mad if I admitted I be in love.

I haven’t told the lass and you ain’t gonna make me confess, it’s been for some time and every time I see her, I freeze. I freeze like some stupid nitwit that can’t spell the words out of me mouth it’s annoyin I tell ya. I won’t deny the young thing ain’t even noticed me.

I keep staring at her, I feel soft for her and even more I want to be with her. It’ll take some miracle for that to happen, but I know the lass don’t feel the same way.

I took out me telescope and look around the waters, Jack and henry were talking while Carina was keeping track. My eyes catch sight of her as she wore that white dress, if it were me old self, I would’ve tried to kidnap er and marry er. I know she would hate me but if it catches her eye for me then so be it.

I stare at her beautiful eyes, locks, and gorgeous skin. I dream of caressing her every night while she cooks me something. She loves to grow strawberries and her love for people is a rarity, I crave for her attention. Every woman I’ve been with ain’t like her, believe me every time I was with a beautiful woman me mind goes to her.

If there were a god or something up there, I would pray just for her to touch me. I would seek the day the lass comes up to ask me to be with er. Her voice was like a song in me ears, like a siren tryna take me in.

I had a dream the other night where I woke up from me cabin, and there she was standing by my door with that same warm smile.

“I’ve been making such great things; I made a cake for the two of us to eat, it even has strawberries on top” y/n smiled. Her scent reminded me of strawberries and peaches, “Thanks y/n” I smiled softly.

Her lips were so close, and I didn’t know what came over me, but I took y/n in with a strong pull kissing her lips. Me’ hands caressed her soft hair locks as I closed me’ eyes. I muttered to her “from the deepest of me hearts, I love you y/n”. Me eyes started to well up with tears of desperation, I was in love with her. I had to admit it right there and then, y/n was the love of me life and I won’t let go.

Y/n smiled even though it was just some sort of figment, a ghost of the woman that I was in love with. I was wearing a white blouse and she was wearing that white dress. I could feel y/n’s soft skin, touch my hand, as she started to dance with me. I slowly moved with her as she guides my body around the room, the younger woman smiled with glee.

We slowly fell to the ground as I could feel her arms wrap around my head, her scent filled me with so much warmth.

The woman vanished and that's when I woke up and felt utter disgust for how I acted. I was a fearsome captain fer god’s sake not some soft ninny. I scowled and barked at the crew below, I don’t care if Jack be a cap’n of my pearl but on this ship, it be me. “We be turnin’ into the main point” I turned the wheel as Jack looked out through his telescope, mine was bigger of course.

Carina and Henry jumped down into the waters while Gibbs shouts out “Cap’n Salazar’s men be tracking us” He points to the ship closing in on us. “Bugger!” Jack shouts trying to mend the wheel as I shoved him out of the way “Jack I be the Cap’n, get into position”. Jack scowled and grabbed his sword as I steered the ship out of the trenches, Henry and Carina jumped onto the rope. Y/n was on the side trying to hoist the ropes, “Get on with it Scallywags, we ave company” I shouted.

Y/n leaned down, she was trying to get Henry and Carina on board. I barked at her “Get on the ropes lass” but she didn’t listen, I watched as y/n grabbed Carinas hand and without hesitation Carina climbed up, but y/n wasn’t strong. I watched with horror as she fell overboard, I shouted at Jack “Jack take the darn wheel”. I bolted as fast as I could over board to find the lass hanging onto the rope, her hair was flowing in the wind as she struggled.

She was begging to get on and so with no hesitation I jumped overboard “No!” Carina shouted. Henry rushed to her side and held her back “we have to help Jack” he shouts. Y/n was struggling as I came to her side “can ye hold on” I shouted over the waves crashing in “I can’t, I can’t” she struggled. I took her hand; I knew I had to make a deal with the cursed seas just for this moment.

“Y/n I haven’t been a good man; I never will be” I softened my eyes. Y/n grabbed the rope “What, what do you mean” y/n sounded confused. “Yer young an’ kind” I exclaimed “I be old and I ain’t ever been the nicest, I’m sorry I wasn’t kind to ye enough” I looked into her beautiful eyes. “What are you saying” she shouts worried “ye be every sailor dream y/n” I latched one of my arms around her waist, I pressed my lips onto hers.

Y/n closed her eyes, I know Jack be gagging up there and I would slice his neck for mocking me. I took one more glance at the woman I loved before holding my sword out. “I-“ She sounded confused “ye be my own dream” I cut the rope as she flies up towards the ship.

I could feel myself falling as she was lifting towards a better life; I would’ve sacrificed anyone to save my own skin. I knew it was too little too late, from when I first met the lass it was attraction, but her kindness rubbed off on me and therefore cursed me with love.

Me’ stubborn heart wouldn’t move on even if it was the love for some other woman. I loved y/n to the point it led me to me own death. My eyes looked towards the sun as I saw the ship sailing away, I closed my eyes dreaming of her words:

“Strawberries are my favourite”

“Oh, you love it that’s so generous of you thank you Barbossa”

“You’re not going to kill me why?”

“I made a cake for the two of us to eat”

“Look it has strawberries on top”

I could feel the tears stride down my cheeks, even if her words weren’t real, it’s all I could ask for.

“I’m every sailor’s dream, I’m your dream”

I felt my body vanish within the seas as I stared at the sun muttering one word.

“Y/n, I love ye”

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta 💫

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kathaariawrites · 4 years ago

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Nights in Cádiz - Armando Salazar x Reader (Chapter 1)

Hi my lovelies! This was supposed to be an oneshot for my beloved Capitán but I have so many ideas that I can’t so it’ll be divided into chapters. I actually dreamt with this story and had to write it. Armando may seem sweet here but don’t be fooled. Will be uploaded to AO3 as soon as possible with my other works, I'll publish the link here. Spanish to English translations at the end of the chapter.

Things to note:

This is an AU where the crew was freed from the curse, Jack Sparrow and basically everyone in Barbossa’s ship were killed by them and they went back to Spain. Pirates of the Caribbean (this movie at least) has a very confusing universe and I don’t think the timelines fit so I took some liberties with that. They were not gone for too long (25 years in my head though it felt longer for the crew while cursed).

For historic accuracy (someone has to care about that, right Disney?) I gave the reader a Spanish family name and set names for her parents.

Although I speak Spanish, it’s not my first language so I’m here begging for forgiveness for any mistakes and also begging for corrections if that’s the case.

Enjoy!

Life in Cádiz was monotonous to say the least. The city was not big and most of the life in it revolved in the Armada: if you did not work there, you probably knew someone who did, a friend or a family member. In your case it was your dad, Almirante Caballero. Your relationship with him was good. He was a honorable man, with a stable income that was more than enough to provide for his family and keep a big house. You had no complaints even with the long periods of absence in you childhood, a part of you knew it was part of the job.

Recently though, the whole Armada seemed restless and the rumours were endless. The crew of La Maria Silenciosa was back from the dead, freed from a supposed curse that seemed too fantastic to be real even to you and coming back to Spain after years of being declared dead to the world. You remember clearly as a child how the widows wept, the families broken as they received the news, the ship being late to their return, no communication from the captain and pirate activity on the rise again, the rumours reaching the Spanish shores in no time. The crew had passed, the ship was destroyed and the pirate named Jack Sparrow was to blame.

The captain and the lieutenant were your dad’s closest friends and the loss of such an esteemed member of his life destroyed a part of him you thought you would never see again. The friendly, warm shimmer in his eyes was gone since then and your mother begged him to leave the Armada, that they could survive somewhere else and do something else but he refused every time; Armando Salazar had renewed his will to get rid of the pirates, a goal they shared, and to protect his country. Now, with his return, your father seemed eager to receive him, to have him back to his house, show what had happened in these years.

That’s why today, standing in a beautiful blue dress the same shade of the sea that bathed Cádiz, you stood beside your father in front of the docks to greet them, eyes trained on its sails. How was it possible for the ship to be back in shape, like nothing happened to it? You don’t remember the captain or teniente Lesaro but you were just as nervous. Would they look like what the rumours said? Would they be aggressive, rude? So immersed and nervous you were that you did not notice the ship anchoring, the officers leaving and the families hugging and crying in celebration to have their loved ones back until your father’s strong voice shouted.

“¡Armando! ¡Guillermo!”

His voice sounded strained and you looked at your parents for the first time since arriving. Your mother had tears in her eyes, a hand covering her mouth and your dad did not look much better. He almost ran to the officers and embraced them, as did your mother, though the captain and the lieutenant were not in your line of sight for you to evaluate their reactions. That did not stop you from seeing their arms embracing your father too and the sobs that left his chest made your eyes go wide.

You stood there, uncomfortable, until your father walked with all three in your direction.

“I trust you remember mi hija, ¿[Y/N]?”, your father asked and you gave them a little curtsy. The eyes of the captain were trained on you the whole time, the weight of it was borderline oppressive. Lesaro smiled at you and nodded, taking your hand and planting a soft kiss to the back of it. The captain did the same, his eyes still piercing yours and bringing a soft blush to your cheeks.

“I certainly do, Hugo, though she was much smaller when we left these shores.”, Lesaro added with a smile. “A lot of time has passed, ¿eh?”

Your father agreed, “Sí, mucho tiempo. We have a lot to talk, Guillermo, over a glass of wine. I trust you and Armando have decided on staying with us for the time being?”

“Sí, I don’t believe we have other option and I look forward to having a real meal, fresh and delicious. Is Lucia still working for you?”, the captain replied and you started walking to your house together, your father giving them a briefing of life and happenings in Cádiz and the Armada while they were gone. Every now and then the captain’s gaze layed on you and you wanted to hide, the walk seemed endless.

In the house, the afternoon passed calmly and quickly. You didn’t see them the entirety of it, both men staying in the guest rooms to rest and get some energy back after the weight of the journey and their final battle. You walked through the gardens until a maid called you in for dinner.

Your father was happy and it showed in his face and actions. The capitán and the teniente seemed equally happy to be around the living and eating a well made, hot meal. After you were finished you stood up and excused yourself, resuming your walk in the garden with a book in your hands until you heard steps from behind.

“You are not very talkative, señorita. ¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato?”

You turned around, your eyes finding his on instinct. “Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán. I am merely giving you the opportunity to talk to my father, your absence had a great impact on him.”

His eyes softened at that and he hummed gently, stepping closer to you. “Lo siento, señorita. I am afraid my time away from the living has taken some of my social skills.” He offered you his arm as an apology, to which you promptly took and resumed your walk.

“Do not fret over that, capitán, it is understandable. But does it not make you uncomfortable to speak about it? The curse, these years? You seem so at ease.”

He chuckled then, his free hand resting on top of yours on his elbow and his fingers flexed, as if appreciating the warmth of the touch. “It is...a numb feeling, I admit. I used to think I would not wish to talk about it if we were ever set free but now I find it does not bring me any feeling. Besides, I presume there will be a lot of explanations to give to the Armada, so my talking is not over.”

You smiled and nodded in sympathy, “You have quite a tale to tell, capitán. All of you do. And it could be quite hard to tell it, some might be disbelieving but you have friends in this house, I am sure you will be back on the sea in no time.”

“I do not think of sailing again, señorita. I’m afraid my time in a ship is over.”

Her eyebrows raised, “You will not? The Armada has relieved you of duty?”

“You’re an inquisitive one, señorita.”, he chuckled again. “I believe this information is classified and therefore not for a civilian’s ears.” Another chuckle at your indignant huff and then silence for the rest of your walk. He took you back inside, leaving you by the doors of your room and leaving with a kiss to the back of your hand once more.

“Buenas noches, señorita.”

“Buenas noches, capitán.”

“Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando.”

“Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre. [Y/N].”

“Pues. Buenas noches, [Y/N].”

“Buenas noches, Armando.”

Spanish translations:

Armada = how the Spanish navy is called

Almirante = Admiral

La Maria Silenciosa = The Silent Mary

Mi hija = My daughter

Sí, mucho tiempo = Yes, a long time

Señorita = miss

¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato? = Cat got your tongue?

Soy perfectamente capaz de hablar, capitán = I’m perfectly capable of speaking, captain

Buenas noches, señorita = Goodnight, miss.

Buenas noches, capitán = Goodnight, captain.

Llámame por mi nombre, señorita. Armando = Call me by my name, miss. Armando.

Entonces te digo lo mismo, Armando. Llámame por mi nombre = Then I tell you the same, Armando. Call me by my name

Pues buenas noches = Then goodnight

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neo-shitty · 3 years ago

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dead man walking — k.hj

prompt. #24 — “you’re a monster” from @ficscafe’s dialogue prompt event

description. in which what was dead may never die.

pairings. kim hongjoong x female reader

genre. pirates of the caribbean!au, fantasy

warnings. minor character deaths, semi-graphic descriptions of murder, mentions of violence, blood, guns, a lot of historical inaccuracies, EXPERIMENTAL and the writing is just ?? also didn’t bother to proofread bc i might delete everything

word count. 4.1k

notes. inspired by this cover that’s used a lot on tiktok. loosely based on dead men tell no tales/salazar’s revenge.

Both the inky black sky and sea stretched into the horizon whichever direction you looked. Land had long disappeared off your field of vision as you sailed further into the ominous sea. Waves rocked against the side of the ship, occasionally spilling water into the cellar you were held in through the small gap on the wall. The gap was a pathetic attempt at a window, all jagged with uneven edges that could barely fit a hand through, but you were thankful for any link to the world outside. It kept you hopeful.

The light from the kerosene lamp hanging outside your cell would swing every now and then, enough to illuminate the marks you’ve left on the wall. Picking up a piece of charcoal, the medium you’ve become accustomed to using, you added another streak to your tally. It was yet another night wasted locked below deck.

It made you wish that you should’ve kept your mouth shut instead. But you knew that your conscience would haunt you if you let the crew of measly bold men make another attempt at crossing the Great Beyond without giving them a heads up on what awaited them.

You recalled the sound of your booths clicking against the wooden dock as you weaved through the crew trying to load in the last of the ship’s supplies. Their words flew past your ear as you climbed on to the main deck, neck strained in search of the ship’s captain. The famous Lovecraft, mastermind of the outrageous plan and said Captain of the Cursed Raider, spared you an unenthusiastic look before tapping the nearest crewmate. Thinking he was considering your warning, you waited. Little did you know that he was uttering an order that would put your life on standstill until the ship docked at the other side of the sea. He figured it was yet another attempt at catching a free ride on the impossible journey, so he threw you in with the others who attempted to do so.

And you ended up exactly where you didn’t want to be; on the ship, sailing to certain death.

But the voyage, so far, had remained uneventful—far from what you kept on insisting back on the docks. Maybe the stories you heard about one-man crews returning from failed expeditions weren’t true after all. If you said it out loud, it would be the greatest mockery to your great grandfather who experienced it first hand.

The townsfolk flocked to the docks as the lighthouse keeper announced that he spotted the Soul Cairn at the edge of the horizon. But their cheers slowly died down as the ship drew, realizing that there was only one passenger aboard. The lone sailor had been your great grandfather and the rest of his crewmates were littered across the deck with the spare sail draped over their rotting bodies. Rumor had it that the stench of the bodies was what made your ancestor go mad.

For days after he docked alone, all he could manage to say were 6 words: pirates, hourglass, stripes, ghosts, revenge, and death. He was hanged within a week of his arrival after being accused of murdering his entire crew. But he was only the first of many other voyagers who returned mad and alone. Those who came back told the same story. An unlucky few were never heard from again. The Great Beyond was said to be home to pirates who left only one man in the entire crew alive to tell the tale of their existence; seemingly to pass the message that they were still out there ready to strike revenge upon those who wronged them.

The frequency of the disasters were enough to scare anyone who dared to venture by sea. Ultimately, all travels across the Great Beyond were halted or rerouted for decades. Until about a month ago when a foolish group of middle-aged men decided to set course for the deadly route in hopes of finding land on the other side.

Though everyday spent out at sea never guaranteed any safety, you were starting to think that maybe the stories were nothing but hearsays afterall. An attempt to scare the citizens of the seaside city to stay put and never explore. Every day, the crew picked a single person from the cellar to allow on the main deck. You’ve been out a few times, getting your single dose of sunlight before they locked you below deck again for next week or so. At least, sleep came easy to you during the night.

The boat swayed whenever a sizeable wave rolled beneath, reminding you of the cradle from your childhood. Being homesick out at sea was tolerable, so long as you still had a bit of home with you. For you, home was the rocking of the boat. Subtle rocking, anyway.

Your eyes shot open when a keg rolled off the pile it was stacked on with a loud thump. Liquid spilled through and flooded the floor below deck. Sleeping folks groaned in their cells, disturbed by the accident. You sat up and backed away from the spillage, thanking your lucky stars that it didn’t cover the whole floor. But when you spared it a second look, you realized that it simply didn’t have the chance to.

A chill raced down your spine at the sudden temperature drop, watching curiously as the liquor froze right before your eyes. Every puff of air you let out clouded the space in front of you which made you wonder if the ship’s route encompassed sailing into subzero territory.

Rising to your feet, you peeked out the window and saw nothing. Outside, the world was grey. There were no glaciers, no sky, no sea. The thick fog seeped in through the openings, cooling the lower deck down than normal. A lot of the others remained unbothered by it, even thankful for the cold gust. You couldn’t sit still at all.

Your eyes scanned for the fog’s end but you couldn’t make out anything beyond a few feet. The sea water still sloshed against the ship’s hull, occasionally against your outstretched hand, but you couldn’t see its surface anymore.

A loud thump on the deck above you made you draw your hand back. A shout echoed across the deck, a signal for when the ship was under attack. The same voice attempted another call to arms but he ended up gurgling in his own words, falling to the floor with a loud thud. You shrunk to the floor, hand pressed tightly against your lips to hold back your shrieks. You didn’t have to see anything to know what was happening up there.

The fog had begun to clear and from the thick clouds emerged the silhouette of a ship’s bowsprit. Your jaw dropped at how massive the ship was when the rest of it came to view. It was easily twice as large as the ship you were on. The tip of its masts were so high up, it disappeared back into the fog beyond your vision. Of the whole ship, only the main deck appeared clearly along with its sail and the flag of black and bloody red stripes.

The upper deck had burst into chaos. Orders were shouted left and right, waking everyone up. Some of the crew have already marched below deck, loading the ship’s cannons with grapeshots before lighting the barrels up. “Fire!” they said, and the entire ship would shake as the heavy balls of lead shot out, directly on to the enemy ship but seemingly doing little to no damage.

Men from the enemy ship swung on braided ropes, landing on the deck one after the other. Their footfalls thundered across the wooden floor as the crew tried to fend them off. Shouts echoed across the deck along with the clashing of metal against metal. The floor groaned beneath them, carrying the weight of more bodies than it had been built for.

You could hear muffled cries and strained screams, followed by dull thuds on the wooden floorboards. The uncertainty of not knowing whose blood dripped through the crack on the ceiling made you quiver. You didn’t know which side was winning.

Outside your cellar, the crew fired the last of the cannonballs still to no avail. The side of the enemy ship was littered with holes but it still managed to remain afloat. The crewmates searched the lower deck for more projectiles to load but all the kegs and craters have been emptied out.

“There’s more on the deck!” One of the crewmates shouted, pausing when he realized it before darting for the upper deck. But he froze at the foot of the stairs, staring up with wide eyes and his mouth hung open. He took stiff steps aside to make way for someone coming down the stairs.

“What are you doing?!” the other crewmate yelled.

Before his comrade could reply, a gun fired—echoing down the hall of cellars. The man’s body collapsed at the foot of the steps as blood began to pool around him. The others in the cellars let out muffled gasps. The staircase creaked as a pair of tall men descended down the staircase together, nudging the boy’s dead body aside to clear their path. One reached up to grab the kerosene lamp from its hook to illuminate their way down the hall, panning the light as they passed each cell to glimpse at the occupants with blank gazes.

The other crewmate stood frozen, backed against the cannon’s tail. His attempt to conceal his presence fails as he trips on an empty pail. The pair of pirates turned their heads in his direction almost immediately, slowly walking towards the spot where the crewmate was. They stood over him before they ended his anxious misery with a gunshot to the head. Like his companion, he crumpled to the floor.

With the lamp illuminating their faces, you noticed that the pair’s faces were deathly pale—the lightest shade of grey. Their hair flowed as they paced the hallway, as if it were submerged in water that you couldn’t see. Their clothes and bodies were littered with bullet holes but there wasn’t a single drop of blood on their trial. Their insides, where muscles and organs should’ve been, were hollow. They were walking skin and bone.

Finally, they reached the end of the hall, pausing right outside your cell. The pair turned to the cell across you first before they turned to yours.

For moments, they observed you in silence. Their stoic expressions made you unsure if they stared out of pity or in calm rage. Finally, the man with an eyepatch draped over one eye pointed at you with a bony finger, “Her.”

An amalgamate union of voices booms loudly in your ear. The man had barely opened his mouth but you were certain that the voice had belonged to him. His voice was deep and rich and haunting, like the voices of the sirens that lured sailors to their deaths in the deep sea.

His companion nodded, stretching his arm through the gap between the metal bars of your cell. He had a hook where his hand should have been and the iron glinted with the rich orange light of the flame from the kerosene lamp. With one strong tug, not only does the cell door open but the whole metal gate was wrenched out of its place. Unhooking his hand, he let the iron rattle and fall on the ground in front of you.

“If you could come with us,” the same deep voice said.

You knew better than to go against them. Wordlessly, you walked out of your cell, thankful for the moment of freedom but not for the circumstance it came with. Pairs of terrified eyes watched as the pair marched you down the hallway, one leading the way and the other behind you. The air between them was frigid and every breath you exhaled clouded in front of you. You willed yourself to continue to walk forth, even when your knees trembled with every step.

They led you up the stairs and on to the main deck. The air was much colder outside even when the fog had already cleared into a light mist. You could see as far as the ship’s end but the area beyond it still remained hidden behind the cloud of grey. Across the Cursed Raider was the ship you only saw through the gap back in your cell. The whole thing was painted black, blending in with the sky and the sea. Its flag bore the whole ship’s only accent, the vibrant red stripes.

Around you the aftermath of the invasion showed a clear winner. Men who wore the familiar white sailor’s uniform lay lifeless on the floor, soaked in their own blood. Your blood ran cold at the sight of the massacre, breath hitching as you stumbled backward and away from the sight. Your back collided with the man’s chest and he stared down at you with the single eye left uncovered. You mumbled a quick apology immediately.

“Song,” a voice said and you realized that it came from the man in front of you. His voice was the same as the other’s, a cold string of multiple voices all combined into one. “Take care of the rest,” he ordered.

The man behind you nodded before he disappeared back below deck.

When you turned back around, you found a pair of lifeless eyes gazing down at you. In the moonlight you realized that his eyes were familiar, ones that you stared into on the posters in your father’s study. The resemblance was uncanny; he had the same pair of round eyes and the same tall nose. Once puffy cheeks were now sunken and his hair wasn’t patted down the way it had been in the wanted poster’s drawing. Though you could list down all their similarities, the single difference that made both profiles distinct was the date between today and the poster’s publication. If his posters were around from the time of your ancestor, he should’ve been long dead by now.

He turned his head, gesturing for you to come forth. All of the men who remained standing on the deck possessed the same ghastly features; pale thin flesh and pearl white bones beneath the uncovered parts of their body and the hollowness within. You recognized the others’ faces too, all of which belonged to the same pile of wanted posters from decades ago. Their faces were grim and stoic, moving with quick calculated steps as if they were controlled by string—awaiting their master’s next command. All of their eyes were trained at the quarterdeck and you followed.

On the elevated platform stood Lovecraft and a few other pirates. The once fierce-looking lad stood at the mercy of unfamiliar invaders who’ve overpowered him on his own ship, leaving him as the last man standing.

“You can kill everyone on this boat and spare me,” he began to negotiate.

Across him, a silver-haired bandit raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Why should I spare you? What do you have to offer?”

“My skills in navigating the sea,” Lovecraft blurted out, lying through gritted teeth before spitting out bitterly, “Captain.”

“Skills?”

“As you can see, I aim to cross the Great Beyond,” he announced proudly, but his statement sent the entire crew of pirates howling in laughter. All save for their captain who only continued to stare amusedly.

The one they called Captain continued only when the laughter had finally died down. “Any skilled sailor would know that it’s foolish to even attempt to cross the Great Beyond.”

Lovecraft’s smile disappeared as his expression darkened. “You call me foolish and yet here you are as well,” he answered, tone shifting as he reached for something behind him. “Perhaps, you are the foolish one.”

With one swift move, he drew his pistol out, aimed at the man across him and fired. You let out a gasp as the gunshot’s echo reverberated in the silence, but you had been the only one who was surprised. The bullet’s force knocked the man’s head back and you waited for the familiar thud of a fallen body but it doesn’t come. The captain of the Cursed Raider smiled before bursting into fits of hysterical laughter at what he’d done. He kissed the barrel of his gun in high praise, bragging to the remaining crew members for outsmarting their captain. You didn’t get the point of his celebration, not while the said captain still remained upright even after a clean gunshot to the head.

The captain’s laugh began with a low grumble, quiet but enough to silence the other. He jerked his head back up, letting everyone witness the way his flesh patched up the hole the bullet left behind.

Lovecraft’s jaw dropped in horror and disbelief. He staggered backwards, accidentally dropping his gun when he could no longer control the way his hands quivered. His back rammed straight into two other pirate men, shrieking when he saw one’s skull through a missing patch of skin.

His attention is drawn back to the captain when he hears a gun click. Before he could turn his head, he already felt the cold metal barrel of the gun pressed against his temple. His eyes scanned the deck frantically, panic and fear rushing through him when he laid eyes on all the lifeless bodies scattered across. But alas, his eyes find yours.

“You there! Do something!” He called from across the deck. Eyes turned in your direction and the ghosts waited for you to make a move.

But you could only do so much when you were surrounded too.

The silver haired man chuckled at the lad’s horror-stricken expression, clicking his tongue before he opened his mouth to say, “Estupido.” Then he pulled the trigger.

You looked elsewhere at the last second, hearing only the ringing sound of the gunshot and the dull thud of Lovecraft’s falling body. The men on the quarterdeck shuffled and soon enough you heard their footfalls as they descended on to the main deck, slowly making their way to where you stood. It took you a few more moments before you looked back up again. The captain’s face had the same ghostly features his crew had, and it was just as familiar as everyone else’s, except his face didn’t belong to one of the wanted posters compiled back in the study.

His face was the one etched on your great grandfather’s sketches—the ones he sketched repeatedly on the days leading up to his execution. He had a pair of hooded eyes rimmed with dark shadows that stood in stark contrast against his pale skin. A crack ran down his eyebrow up to his cheek, exactly the way your forefather drew him. There was no trace of the bullethole anywhere.

He stopped a mere foot away from you. You shivered.

“You look just like your father.” His voice was quiet, almost calm. You barely heard it with the pulsing in your ear. “Did he send you?”

You parted your lips to reply but your answer doesn’t come easily. You choke back a stutter, willing yourself to get your crap together and show now fear. “No. No, he didn’t.”

“What brought you aboard this pathetic ship then?”

You averted your gaze, staring at his maroon coat instead of his piercing dark eyes. Raking your mind, you desperately tried to recall how you ended up on the ship. “I,” you stammered, “I was just trying to warn them of the dangers that came with crossing the Great Beyond.”

He let out a low, earthy chuckle. “Oh, the wise one that you are. You really are your father’s daughter. How’s he doing?”

His words flicked off a switch in your mind and it filled you with rage. You recall the day you first asked your dad about the study, about the faces on the wanted posters, about what happened to his grandfather. Another memory of your father’s struggles to gain even your neighbor’s trust resurfaces and a flurry of other unpleasant memories comes back in a blink of an eye. Not a single person in your village looked at you normally; it was either out of pity, fear or disgust. All of them assuming that the deranged gene had been passed on to you.

“He’s dead, thanks to you,” you snapped, eyes meeting the Captain’s when you took a bold step forward—as if you weren’t trembling in his presence a moment ago. “You and your stupid pirate crew drove the poor man mad. You’re a monster!”

Heads turned in your direction as the words left your lips. The crew began to mutter around you and from your periphery you could see them zeroing on you. All of which the man in red dismissed with nothing but a wave of his hand. Everyone fell silent, everyone fell back into place.

“So I’ve been told,” he answered in the same amused tone, “Tell me, how am I a monster?”

“You mercilessly kill all but one passenger on every ship you come across.”

He cut you off with a laugh before you could continue. “My, did they do a splendid job in turning the story around!”

The captain turned away from you and you followed his gaze. You found yourself looking at the enormous ship docked next to the one where you both stood. He reached for something buried deep in his pocket, a miniature hourglass just about the size of his hand. He watched as the last of its contents emptied out to the bottom of the glass.

“I was from your town too, lass. That godforsaken town ruled by the filthiest of bastards. They hunted us down when we robbed them of the things they robbed from the people,” he said as he kicked one of the bodies lying around. A few gold coins poured out of the dead man’s pocket. “They chased us out into the open sea, sank our ship and left us drowning or shot us dead.”

Your eyes landed on the crewmate with an exposed skull.

“All we ever wanted was to know what it felt to live life not worrying about our next meals. And now we’re doomed to an eternity at sea, never to set foot on land again while these fuckers sail the seas to other isles to rob even more people.” He continued before he paced back to where you were. “Now tell me, who’s the monster?”

“Why not kill us all?” you asked.

“Not every ship is filled to the brim with these scoundrels. We spare those who’ve been unjustly treated like we have been, people just like you.” he answered, walking up to you until you were a mere hairsbreadth away. He leaned forward until his mouth was right by your ear. “I’m sure you’ll pass the message to the Captain of Hangman’s Hollow. Tell the General that I await his return to the Great Beyond.”

And just like that he vanished, just as quick as he came.

When you opened your eyes again, the fog had disappeared and you were met with the same inky black sky and the sea that stretched out wherever you looked. The moon hung overhead and its light bounced off the ripples of the waters beneath. The ship that loomed beside yours was nowhere to be seen and the main deck was devoid of the ghostly figures that had been there a second ago. Only the aftermath of the battle remained.

What they did in their sick pursuit for revenge was inexcusable still, but a part of you understood the feeling of always being at the bottom of the wheel. You thought about the crew; their thirst for vengeance and the captain’s parting words. They were souls lost in time, trapped at the place they met their demise until the day they’d achieve vengeance. Completely unaware that they’ll never be able to do so as the man they searched for was long gone and had been for nearly a century now.

You pitied them, knowing that their final quest to achieve the peace they sought for would end in vain. You wished you’d come across them in the waters of the Great Beyond just so you could tell them. Though you were unsure if their ears were open to anything, and maybe they wouldn’t be kind to spare your life the second time around.

But you had other things to worry about. You were standing in the middle of a floating casket, undecided on which direction to sail. Going forth meant a new clean slate but with the guilt of an entire crew’s death, sailing back meant certain death at the hands of the bereaved families.

No wonder your great grandfather went mad.

You were the only living soul for miles. And in the whole voyage back to your hometown, you could wish that you weren’t.

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thisisawonderfulusername · 4 years ago

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revolting

captain jack sparrow x reader

summary: after defeating salazar, everything is well

warnings: uhhhh fluff?

word count: 300

a/n: a short lil self indulgent piece before i finish all of the requests i have, as well as the next chapter of lstw- i promise its coming.

the loss of captain barbossa after facing the dead salazar will be a moment forever in your memory. he was always a good friend to have on board, and he will be remembered.

“a pirate’s life, hector.” you had heard jack say from beside you as the crew took the hats from their heads to hold over their hearts.

now, you look through your spyglass at the rolling hills where you had left henry and carina to carry on with their lives. when another figure began to walk up the land, your eye followed it and you smiled when you saw will. all curses have been broken.

as they embrace and make their way up the hill, someone else appears nearby- elizabeth. the couple stop from across the green, before beginning to run toward each other. they meet with a hug before they begin to kiss, the other two making their way towards them.

you hear the click of jack’s own spyglass before his voice. “what a truly revolting sight.”

chuckling, you close your own magnifier. “aye.”

you turn to see a smile on his face, and before you know it you’re leaning in for your own sweet kiss.

“make way!” gibbs calls, “captain jack sparrow on deck!”

he pulls away to look at the crew mate, pointing a finger at him. “indeed!”

as he makes his way down the steps and through the crew to the helm, you lean against the wooden railing of the ship, a smile on your face as you watch.

“what be our heading, captain?”

“we shall follow the stars, master gibbs.” jack responds, and the man besides him throws the map he held to the side.

a pirate’s life is a good one, indeed.

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flyingflosser09 · 2 years ago

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Cursed / Armando Salazar x OC / Chapter 14

Chapter 13: https://at.tumblr.com/flyingflosser09/cursed-armando-salazar-x-oc-chapter-13/1gc6n53ugsfd

That encounter in the great cabin haunted me for three nights on end. I may be a woman, but I’m not daft. I am a healer who can speak three different languages, I can name every part of a ship as I would name the herbs I use in my craft, I know the map in the stars like the back of my hand, and I know when the weather is perfect to set sail upon the open waters.

I know things, things that obviously would classify me as a witch as so many people believe me to be. However, one thing I never knew was that I’d someday be lying awake at night in the great cabin of a cursed ship, thinking about its ghostly, revenge-driven Spanish captain…and what it would be like to embrace him any way I wished.

Absurd, I know.

Madness, yes, yes.

Am I crazy? I’ve also pondered that thought many times.

But I believe in myths and facts alike. If Henry says there is a trident that can break all the curses of the ocean, then damn it, there is. And if there is a meaning for my rapid heart whenever I’m in the Capitan’s presence, then surely, it can only mean one thing.

I’ve felt anger more times I can count. It consumes you like ravenous flames would a piece of dried driftwood, leaving nothing but ash that blows off in the breeze.

Second comes the constant melancholy that my curse brings me. Those days drove me to ideas on how to end it all and just be done with life…

But when I found Henry, I learned what happiness felt like. It was the complete opposite of anger and yet, I also compare it to fire. Not there to burn and destroy, but to warm and nurture my heart and to boil the laughter from my stomach. And from that same fire, more positive emotions saw the light. I learned to laugh, to jest, to be mischievous, to care, to be kind, and to love myself for who I am – curse excluded.

Most importantly, I learned to love. I love Henry and Elizabeth with all my heart. They have become the family that I’ve lost to the ocean so many years ago, the ones that taught me the proper way of how a person should be treated.

I learned something new last night, however. It is more a theory than a fact at this stage. Could there be more than one form of love? I’m pondering the question because I love Henry, but he doesn’t make my heart swell and stomach flurry as the Capitan – Armando – does.

There must be more than one form of love then, there is no other explanation for it.

The next question now is, do I love Armando?

As I said, I am well acquainted with anger and melancholy, but love? I need to understand why he makes me feel these things, why I enjoy being close to him, and why I crave to know everything about him. As a cursed being who hasn’t felt any form of emotion except rage for almost three decades, I don’t believe asking Armando – or any officer – would help me much. But…

…after being unable to sleep for three nights, might give me some time to search for answers myself.

Books are wonderful objects. They contain useful information on healing, herbology, astrology, and many more subjects I’d like to know more about – such as love. Fortunately, the pirate captain Armando killed had several books in his cabin, some about love to my surprise.

Lighting one of the lanterns beside my bed, I pick up one of the books to start reading.

…

By now, it has become routine for Magda to train the girl at the break of dawn. She has grown accustomed to the time in the Triangle, having figured out when to rise to start her training. He would await her at the usual spot beside the broken mainmast, cleverly thinking what educational torture he’d inflict on her that day.

However, today, that routine was rudely broken.

Magda waited for what felt like hours before he finally had enough. “Increíble! How am I expected to perform my duty if the señorita has no regard for punctuality?”

“Ah, that’s not fair, amigo,” Santos says from the forecastle deck, also waiting for Samira to appear. He’s been enjoying overseeing her training the past week and a half. “Usually, she’s on time. Something must be wrong this morning.”

“Wrong?” they turn to Moss, who happened to float through the floorboards that moment. “Is something wrong with the señorita?”

“We aren’t certain,” Santos explains, “But she never misses sword training, does she, Magda?” The officer in question huffs in annoyance. He knows Santos is right, but he wouldn’t admit it loudly. “Perhaps one of us should make sure she is well.”

“I’m not going again,” Magda quickly protests, “I train her, that is it.”

“I think it’s Antonio’s turn.”

Moss’ head jerks to Santos, “W-what? No, I… I can’t. I…she…”

“She doesn’t bite,” Santos ensures him and start ushering him across the main deck to the great cabin.

“It’s not that I’m worried about…” he tries escaping Santos’ hold but fails. “What do I say to her? What do I talk about?”

“Anything, she’s not picky. Tell her about poetry, she’ll enjoy that.”

And just like that, Santos leaves him at the door of the great cabin, quickly drifting off to stand beside Magda. Moss swallows dryly – something ghosts don’t do – and tug at his collar. Looking back, he pleads his fellow officers not to send him in.

Magda and Santos, however, only wave their hands, signalling him to go ahead and knock.

Realizing no help will come from them, the young officer must face his fear on his own. With no way out, he raises a shaky pale hand and deliver three knocks on the door.

Silence is all he hears, and he grows hopeful.

But to his dread, the door handle jiggles and then, she is standing in front of him, dressed in the usual attire she wears to sword practise, hair slightly dishevelled, and clutching a book to her chest.

“Oh,” she blinks in surprise, “Don’t believe I’ve had to pleasure of meeting you yet. I’m Samira.”

Moss isn’t sure if ghosts can faint, but he felt seconds away from it…until he recognized the book in her hold. “Is that…”

She looks down at the book and hold it up for him to see, “Eternal Depths. I found it among the pirates’ loot. It’s about a governor’s daughter who falls in love with the general of an enemy armada. Once their love is exposed, he is mutinied on a deserted island to live out his days alone and –”

“Eventually die of starvation,” Moss interjects and feel himself relaxing a bit, “I know the story, senorita.”

“You do?” she blinks.

“The general’s love was so strong; he built a raft with his bare hands and sailed the perilous water to find his love. In the end –”

“Oh, no, please don’t tell me,” She quickly interrupts him, “I’m only at page two-hundred-and-seven.”

“Yes, yes, of course.” He also doesn’t know if ghosts can blush but swears he can feel his cheeks gaining warmth. At last, he says, “I’m Antonio, Antonio Moss.”

…

I vaguely recognize his face from the times I searched the crew for either Santos, Magda, or Lesaro. He seems younger than most of the officers, even as a ghost, and would always avoid my eyes at all costs. At first, I believed he didn’t like me, but after more observation, I learned he was quiet and reserved, and enjoyed being on his own instead.

“Please, come in,” I open the door for him and gesture at the dimly lit cabin.

Moss peers in, on the verge of crossing the threshold yet too cautious. “I…I shouldn’t.”

“I promise, I don’t bite,” I jest, “But if you must go, then I shall read all those books by myself. Lots of stories about adventures, sea beasts, voyages, love…”

The word ‘book’ was enough to grab his attention. Moss perks up and tugs at his collar. “I suppose I’ve got time for one book.”

He floats past me and into the cabin, stopping to take it all in. It must look different with the lanterns, the hammock hanging from the ceiling, and the makeshift furniture I made. For years, they were used to seeing the carcass of the ship they once sailed proudly on, a ship that could sink any vessel in its path, now reduced to a husk of coal and burnt hope.

The flickering lanterns must seem friendlier to him, and he continues his way to the pile of books on the table. I quietly allow him to read the titles. In the time I’ve struggled to sleep, I sorted the books by genres – a pile for history books, for astrology, for healing, for fiction, and romance. Moss, however, seems to take an interest in the latter.

He picks up a book I know to be poetry and flips through the brownish pages. His ghostly features light up at the words. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds…”

“Which one is that?” I inquire, rounding the table to have a look at the poem.

“It’s one of my favorites, written by William Shakespeare.”

“Can you read it to me?”

My question takes him aback. “Read it…”

“Please?” If Armando was right and I instill purpose within his crew, then that is what I will do. Clearly, Moss enjoys reading. Why else would he have noticed the book? And while Lesaro, Santos, and Magda all had their turns to feel something again, I doubt Moss had that luxury yet. “No one has ever read to me before. I never had that privilege as a child, even less a woman.”

Yes, as soon as someone learns a woman can read, they instantly think she’s a witch and send the guards running after her. I had to keep my hobbies secret behind closed gates at Elizabeth’s estate.

“Oh, uh, if you wish, then…” Moss clears his throat and begins reading.

‘Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle’s compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.’

By the end of the sonnet, his words have dissolved into the air, leaving me with nothing but my imagination to fill the blank canvas the poem presented me with. But I had no idea what half of it meant. The poet had an interesting way of saying what he felt and thought.

“That was beautiful, but what does it all mean?” I finally ask the young officer. “I know it’s about love, but what about it?”

“It tells us what love is and what it is not, señorita,” he begins to explain, “Love is perfect and unchanging; it does not admit impediments, and it does not change. In the second quatrain, we are told what love is through a metaphor: a guiding star to lost ships that is not susceptible to storms. Lastly, we see what love is not: it is not susceptible to time; love does not change with hours and weeks. Instead, it remains until the end of time.”

“You seem to know a lot about love.” Should I ask him about what it is I’m feeling towards his Capitán? I don’t know him as well as Lesaro and Santos. Of course, I would entrust Santos more with a secret like that, considering Lesaro’s loyalty to Armando. And Magda…well, he’d wave it off as merely a distraction. “Antonio, I have something to confess. But you can’t tell a soul, it is our secret only.”

He nods and leans in for me to whisper to him.

“I…I think I might feel things for your Capitán.”

He frowns. “What sort of things?”

“It is difficult to say, I never felt these things before.” I decide to outright describe to him what I felt last night. “Whenever I am near him, my heart beats fast, faster than the Mary could sail before she was cursed. My stomach tosses and turns like waves against rocks, and I am overcome by this…warmth, like I’ve been standing in the sun a whole day. Is this the love the poet speaks of?”

To my surprise, Moss is smiling broadly. He looks the epitome of a child in a candy shop, eyes filled with awe and anticipation.

“Si, si, you are in love, señorita. What you are feeling…I think many of us longed to feel so many years.” His smile falters as he is overcome by melancholic yearning. “Many of us were married or betrothed before the curse, some of us had families. I watched so many of my fellow officers lose all hope of ever returning to them. Today, most of our loved ones surely passed away, never to see us again.”

My heart sinks at the thought of mothers, fathers, brothers, sister, wives, and children waiting for their sons, brothers, and men to return after their battles against the pirates. Imagine them sitting at the docks or on the beach in Spain, patiently searching the horizon day after day for signs of the Mary. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months, and months turn to years, and slowly, their hope start to crumble until, eventually, they are no less hopeless than the crew of the Silent Mary.

Truly, this curse affects both dead and living.

“The Capitán,” Moss continues quietly as if what he’s about to tell me, is a secret, “lost his family to piracy, so he made a vow to eliminate them all. He was not known for having Mercy…”

“And he earned the name El Matador Del Mar, the Butcher of the Sea,” I mutter, nodding my head, I’ve heard the stories, although old and outdated.

“The curse, it took our worst qualities and made us into that. The Capitán…he became vengeance itself. Nothing would sate his hunger for revenge until the Sparrow is dead.” However, looking up at me, his expression lightens. “But you, señorita, changed him. I’ve seen it. You are the guiding star that will lead him to his purpose.”

“But how?” I ask, “I know nothing about this kind of love.” “Love comes naturally, señorita, you’ll see. But, if I may offer a suggestion, he used to enjoy dancing back in the living days…” Moss smiles genuinely before holding up the book, “May I please borrow this one?”

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