#captain-wrench-wench

[aamusedly]

♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up

Harker had caught him at a soft moment, but domesticity had become easier over the years for him. Out on the balcony, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other. He was pushing through a crossword puzzle, fairly easily by the looks of it. It had been his therapist's suggestion, a way to exercise his brain daily both to curb his propensity towards overactivity and his getting rusty in his retirement. It seemed Dr. Morgan was one of the few people the Devil genuinely listened to.

The 'good morning' had been a smile and kiss to the cheek, but Devil had kept his silence as he paused in his puzzle and tapped his pen against the folded pages of the New York Times. His cup was empty.

It was an excuse to get up and stretch, and to of course get his wife some dark roast to match his own, but her hand stalled him. Amber eyes turned over, wreathed in fine lines of an age he couldn't come by honestly.

"The pot's gonna get cold, you know."

[aamusedly]

The words garlic herb bread made her mouth water-- garlic be damned, she might've started moaning. But Odelia kept her composure save for the bittersweet smile and the slightest touch of her tongue to her lips. "That sounds delightful. This.. shouldn't be a long meeting, though, I wouldn't want to impose."

The librarian kept her hands folded neatly at her waist, demure and unobtrusive-- easier then to ask her questions.

"So the, er... the book. A grimoire, an anonymous author. 'On the Theories of Connection and Tapestry.' That doesn't happen to ring a bell, does it?"

“Oh, it’s no bother,” Harker replied with a chuckle. “I tend to keep fairly odd hours myself.”

Harker took the hand that Odelia offered, giving it a friendly shake before returning her hands to her back pockets as she made her way deeper inside the house.

She paused though at the question, that easy grin still pulling at her lips as she turned back around to face her visitor.

“I just pulled a fresh loaf of this garlic herb bread I found a recipe online for out of the oven. It’s still a bit too hot to slice into, but I’d be happy to cut you a slice once it’s cooled down enough.”

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"It Now Belongs To You" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 4/10: Captain Hook Returns Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: T Word Count: (1.2K/10.6K) Summary: When Emma and Killian receive a pair of magic beans as a wedding gift, they take a voyage on the Jolly Roger for their honeymoon- but a wrench is thrown into their romantic getaway when they run into a notorious pirate who's staked a claim on the Jolly Roger. Chapter Summary: Upon Emma's persistence, Killian tracks down Black Beard in an attempt to outwit him once again and escape with The Roger. Tags: post-canon, canon compliant, fluff, no smut, suggestive themes, alcohol, gambling, self indulgent fluff with a sprinkling of angst Author's notes: part of the opening dialogue of this chapter was actually part of the dialogue in my concept notes for this fic, so like. that's special. Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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 Despite the grave stakes of their quest, Killian couldn’t stop smiling at his wife. She was resourceful, brave, fast-thinking, determined, street-smart, beautiful, savvy- everything his pirate heart could dream of finding in a woman- and somehow she loved him- him of all people!

 “You seem awfully chipper,” Emma said, “for a guy who might be losing his most prized possession.”

 “I was just thinking,” Killian said, “how did I manage to woo the most amazing, beautiful, perfect woman in all the realms?”

 “Can’t say for certain,” Emma blushed, “But it probably helps that you’re amazing, handsome, and perfect yourself.”

“I’m far from perfect.”

“You’re perfect for me.”

 He kissed the top of her head and took her hand in his as they walked down the street. Before long, they found themselves in front of the pub.

 "Now, love," Killian said. "This is a rather unsavory joint- full of the worst sorts of pirates. Watch yourself."

 "You don't think I can handle a few filthy pirates?" Emma smiled. "I've already stolen the heart of the filthiest pirate in the realms."

 He smiled and booped her nose with his hook. "And that's why he wants you to be careful."

 “And you’re sure you’re up to the task?” Emma asked.

 “Of course, love.” Killian said, not sure he believed it but hoping Emma would. “Why wouldn’t I be?,

 “Killian.” 

 “I’m not sure.” Killian corrected. “But we’ve faced higher stakes before, and always come out on top.”

 He put up the hood on her cloak, wishing she hadn’t come along with him to such a seedy joint, but knowing that she’d’ve followed him either way- best to bring her on his own terms.

 “Now remember,” he said, “don’t come in until a few moments after I do, don’t watch us too closely, and…” “Stay out of trouble, I know.” Emma said. She stepped up on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Good luck.” she said.

 “Aye, love.” he smiled with all the confidence he could fake and walked into the pub.

 Upon first glance, he was hit with two feelings- the first: remembering that this place used to bring him so much pleasure, and the second: wondering why this place used to bring him so much pleasure. The lighting was subpar, the smell of gross food and alcohol unbearably strong, especially when mingled with the smell of dirty pirates, and the shanty crew playing by the bar was off-key- though he supposed if your rum was strong enough, none of that would matter.

 Still, as fondly as he remembered this place, he almost wished they were back in Storybrooke, at Granny’s, sitting down with grilled cheese and onion rings- and cinnamon hot cocoa.

 “I understand now why people’ve been saying I’ve gone soft.” Killian thought, “Wonder of all wonders is why I used to take that as an insult.”

 He'd hardly taken a few steps into the pub when he heard a wench call out "Girls, looks like Hook's back!" and he was immediately flocked by women, tavern wenches, half of whom he'd remembered being, ahem, a patron of at least one night, and the other half- well, just because he didn't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen. Apparently though, they remembered him, and they were on him like spiders on a fly.

 The old Captain Hook would've doubtless appreciated this kind of attention and flirted with each of the wenches individually in the seven seconds since they'd surrounded him, but the new Captain Hook was different, and, as it stood, their attention almost made him feel cheap and uncomfortable, especially knowing Emma was right outside- and hoping she wasn't watching through the window.

 His plan relied on two things- the first being that Black Beard had already begun his celebratory drinks- a drunken opponent, or even a half drunken one- is far easier to win against.

 But the other card up his sleeve was his own reputation, and to save that, he couldn't simply brush off these maidens surrounding him- you walk into a pirate's pub and start telling the wenches you're off the market, and there goes your entire reputation.

 "Unfortunately, ladies," he said, "I'm here on business today- and not your kind of business I'm afraid."

 Some of them giggled and a few rolled their eyes, but for the most part they just winked as they slinked away, one or two saying something about sticking around "in case you change your mind."

 Killian rolled his eyes at the ceiling for only half a second before heading to the boisterous table in the back- a table he could tell was patronized by Black Beard's crew.

 "What are we playing tonight, mates?" Killian asked.

 The crew laughed a little when they saw him, and Black Beard smiled.

 "So, here's the newlywed." Black Beard sneered. "Your first mate told me you've gone soft and settled down."

 "Settled down, yes." Killian said, shoving one of the men out of their seat so he could sit across from Black Beard, "but few men have called me 'soft' and lived to tell about it."

 He picked up the cup in front of the guy next to him and took a sip- not that he especially wanted his cheap ale, but the effect of barging in on someone else's game, stealing a seat and a swig of their drink- no one could call him soft now.

 Black Beard picked up the deck of cards in front of them and shuffled it.

 "I take it you're after the Roger now?" Black Beard asked. "How's the new wench feel about that?"

 Killian clenched his fist under the table, about to kill Black Beard right then and there for speaking ill of Emma, but instead he kept his cool.

 "I'm still her Captain." Killian said, leaving the "her" ambiguous as to being the Jolly Roger or his new bride.

 "Roger's not yours anymore, mate." Blackbeard said.

 "Smee made an interesting point when I returned aboard." Killian said, pulling a piece of metal out of his pocket and twirling it between his fingers, "Something about only needing one piece of the ship to track it back down, anywhere it is."

 "You wouldn't know how to use that kind of magic." Black Beard reached across the table for the piece of rigging.

 Killian laughed as he grasped the piece more firmly. "The realms I roam these days, a locator spell is an average Tuesday. And have you forgotten I survived two hundred years on Neverland magic? And has the news not reached this realm that I spent half a month as The Dark One, and have quite literally been to hell and back? If anyone's messing with magic he doesn't understand, it's you."

 "So it seems we're at a standstill, ever chasing each other across the realm."

 "Not if one of us leaves it." Killian said. "I myself have acquired a magic bean, and with it, I can be out of this realm aboard my ship anytime I wish."

 "So why haven't you left yet?"

 "Because I don't wish to leave yet. But, I can't have washouts like you tailing me across the high seas- terribly bad form. So, I propose a new bet- the winner gets the Roger, both pieces we have here, and the magic bean to get her out of here.

 "Now how do you know I don't have a bean of my own?"

 "You'd've used it to leave Neverland last month if you had one. How long did it take for your men to come find you?"

 Killian took a sip of the ale again, smiling at Black Beard's frustration.

 "One round." Black Beard sneered. "Winner take all."

 "Deal." Killian said, and he cut the deck, and the game began.

[paintthestarrysky]

@captain-wrench-wench

“Probably because it is.” 

[o-rusted-heart]

@captain-wrench-wench​.

His call came after nearly two weeks of silence, interrupted only by a ‘check in’ call in the afternoon one Thursday. But Nick Valentine finally had something, and this time he wanted to meet somewhere else-- not his office, not the bar beneath it, somewhere further away.

A pool hall and pub about half a mile further into the city limits. He was in a dark corner in a back room, metal fingers drumming against the lip of his glass with a soft tinking sound. Anxious. 

There was a file in front of him, bound in rope, and a little plastic bag with a flash drive sitting on top. “Harker.”

“You doing okay?”

[starfoam-archive]

@captain-wrench-wench

[txt]: Yeah, that’s about the correct response.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Hoist The Colours  -  3/3

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky X SeaGoddess!Reader 

Summary: An encounter with the man you used to love lands you and your new crew in peril, stuck on a ship with the people responsible for binding you. And what they have planned for you is far worse than what you’d first imagined.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Violence, Injuries, Death,

Word Count: 2.2K

A/n: Oof another thing is finished. I’m gonna start actually finishing stuff but Idk what to write I’m sad that my stuff is ending :( But I hope you enjoy this!

~*~

The door to your cell gets wrenched open, pulling you from your light sleep.

“You!” Rumlow snarls, grabbing you by the throat and lifting you to your feet.

“Where have they taken my prisoners?” You furrow your brows, yanking out of his grip.

“How am I supposed to know? I was left behind.” He grinds his teeth together and grabs your bicep, dragging you out of your cell and onto the main deck.

The clouds are dark and gloomy, the waters wild and violent, but not by your doing.

“You must’ve helped them, that other witch too! So tell me, how did you do it?” He shoves you and you gasp, tumbling onto the wet wood of the deck.

“How could I have helped them? You have me chained up like a dog!” You spit, glaring up at him. He stoops down to your level, grabbing your face harshly.

“You will watch your tongue or you will lose it. You do not need your voice to do my bidding.” He shoves you back down and you bite back a yelp of pain.

The sky darkens further, thunder booming and clouds rolling in.

“I will never do your bidding!” You snarl, a flash of lightning punctuating your words.

Rumlow’s eyes widen for a moment, and then he’s got his sword pointed at you, the tip just brushing your throat.

“On your feet, witch!” You obey, standing up with your chin held high.

“You will do my bidding, or you will join all those who you have sent to the depths. It is your choice.” You follow his gaze over your shoulder to where the plank is being extended over the raging ocean.

You look back at him, jaw set, and he knows you’ve made your decision.

The wind whips around your hair as he walks you to the plank, his sword digging into your back just hard enough to cause discomfort, but not pain, not yet.

You carefully step onto the plank, taking deep breaths of the salty air as the water rages beneath you.

“I will give you one last chance, wench. I will spare your life, all you need do is swear your powers to me. You’ll have the sea back in your grasp, the power to do what you please. You need only do so at my side.”

Raindrops splatter against your face, just gently at first, until you’re consumed in an intense storm, the water pelting down against you.

“You’ve forgotten, Captain, that you are not sending me to the depths,” you look over your shoulder at him with a small smile, “you are sending me home.”

You look down at the water, preparing yourself for the cool embrace, when a particularly harsh wave rocks against the ship, sending you stumbling back a step.

A wave rises up over the ship, a spiral of green swirling inside of it and for a moment you think that you’ve already died.

The wave crashes against the ship, sending the men falling and scrambling, submerging the deck for a moment.

But you stay rooted in place, the familiar green hue just touching your fingertips, the ends of your hair, then slowly becoming part of you once more.

You hear the men shouting and coughing, feel Rumlow’s sword pressed against your back once again, but you only turn around to face him.

The storm continues, the waves fighting the ship, and you cock your head to the side, sending a gust of wind towards the man threatening you. He stumbles back, eyes wide with fear.

“H-how do you...” You take slow steps towards him, waving your hand behind you as his crew-mates try to run at you. The wind pushes them back, keeping them a safe distance from you and the captain.

“You will give me answers and you will give them to me now!” You hiss, glaring daggers at him.

“Whatever it is that you wish to know, I will tell you. Just please, spare my life.”

You watch him for a long moment, fighting tears as the question bubbles out of you.

“Why? Why did he do it?”

Rumlow only shakes his head, on his knees and ready to beg for mercy.

“’twas me... I caused him to do it. With the help of a siren for the price of his left arm, I got the binding spell from him. He knew not what he was doing, though he gave the information.” You let out a shaky breath, a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

“All this time I had thought it was he who betrayed me... but it wasn’t.” You turn your gaze to him, eyes glowing green with the influx of power.

“It was you. You and your greed.” He shakes his head and scrambles back desperately.

You step aside as a sword comes down right where you were standing, and Rumlow uses your momentary distraction to sprint away.

“Kill her! Kill the Witch!” He shouts, grabbing his own sword.

You shake your head, the wind whipping strong enough to keep them away.

A nagging in your mind stops you for a moment, and a smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“The King and his men stole the queen from her bed... and bound her in her bones.” Your voice travels on the wind.

“The seas be ours, and by the powers, where we will, we’ll roam.”

“Captain! We’ve got a ship coming up starboard!” A man shouts, pointing his sword at the familiar ship.

“They’re upon us! Battle stations!” The men scramble to their stations, trying to get prepared as the ship approaches.

“Yo ho, all hands, hoist the colours high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die.” The voices ring out to you clear as day, responding to the call.

It’s only a matter of moments before canons start firing and men start boarding the ship, swords clashing and guns firing.

Your eyes scan the crowd, freezing on a man approaching you. You simply look at him and he crumples to the ground, grabbing at his throat.

“Rumlow!” You shout, following your instincts up to the foredeck and finding the captain cowering, exactly how you thought he would.

“You want to throw me overboard, captain?” You sneer his title, taking another step towards him. He stumbles back, slipping on the wet wood and scrambling away from you and towards the main deck.

“You forget that I am the sea and all things in it.”

The rain pelts down on you and the wind whips your hair around your face wildly, your eyes glowing green with the force of your power.

At that moment, you look every bit the sea goddess that the stories described. And today, you’re planning on being just as cruel.

“You stripped me of my purpose, my power. Bound me to my form and took away my reason for existence! You sacrificed the man I love for your own greedy gain. What do you have to say for yourself?” Your powers protect you from the fighting around you, the man before you protected as well.

No one will take your vengeance from you.

“I’m sorry!” He cries, slipping back further.

You shake your head and grab him by the front of his tunic, tossing his sword aside and glaring into his eyes.

“No, you’re not. Not yet. But you will be, that I promise you.”

You cock your head to the side, your free hand coming up, fingers flexed.

The water on the deck swirls around your ankles, clawing up the man before you.

“You’ve never had your purpose taken from you because a man like you has no purpose.” You twist your wrist, controlling the water around you and watch in satisfaction as his eyes widen, the water rising up over his face.

“So what else can I take, but your life?” You ask rhetorically, watching as the water trickles into his mouth and nose, slowly at first, then picking up speed.

He tries to claw at you, but his hands can’t reach you. His struggles are futile, though that doesn’t stop him.

You steal the life away from him, exactly the way he did to you.

He collapses on the ground, his body convulsing for a moment before falling still, death embracing him.

You take a deep breath, embracing your freedom, then slowly turn around.

You’re instantly meet with piercing blue eyes staring at you from across the ship. His chest is heaving and he’s squinting through the downpour, but his eyes are on you.

You walk over to him, the rain lessening with each step you take until you’re right in front of him.

The wind dies down and the ocean becomes calm. The fighting around you draws to a sombre end, victory on the tip of your tongue.

His sword clatters to the ground, his hands finding yours ever so gently, his eyes filled with so many emotions.

“Gentlemen, the ship is ours!” Steve shouts, a smile on his face. You turn around, pulling Bucky’s arms around your waist as you watch the crew celebrate their success.

Your eyes find Wanda’s and Tony’s through the crowd, both of them smiling brightly up at you.

The two crews celebrate, Pirates and Kingsmen, and you can’t help but smile at them.

“Back to the ship! We’ve gotten what we came for. The King can enjoy plundering Rumlow’s ship. I trust that will keep him off of our back for a while, yes?” Steve looks at Tony pointedly and the brunet nods.

You step out of your lover’s arms and walk down to the two men, one hand gently finding Tony’s forearm.

“I owe you a debt, Tony. One I fear I may never be able to repay.” He shakes his head, taking your hands gently in his and smiling at you.

“You’ve no debt to be paid. But if you feel so inclined, could you maybe hold back any storms for the next day or so? I’d like a chance to dry my clothes.” You giggle and nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, for all that you’ve done for myself and Wanda.” He gives you a tender smile and nods.

“It’s what I wish had been done for my mother.” He sniffles then straightens up.

“Now come on, men. It’s time we return to the King!” His crew-mates start busying themselves quickly.

“Alright lads, back to the ship!” Steve calls, leading his own crew members to their ship.

You watch as everyone eagerly crosses, smiling encouragingly at Wanda. She crosses swiftly, her eyes drawing to the helmsman for a moment.

“Are you ready?” A soft voice asks from behind you. You take a breath then nod, looking over at him.

“Yes.”

The two of you cross back to his ship, the ship almost cooing at you as soon as your feet hit the deck. You can’t fight the smile the spreads on your face at being back, and you don’t try to.

“It’s good to have you back,” Steve says, giving you a nod. You do the same, sighing happily.

“It’s good to be back, Steve.” Bucky takes your hand then and tugs you gently towards his quarters.

The door closes softly behind you and you take a moment to reacquaint yourself with the room.

You can feel his eyes on you, the tension palpable but not unpleasant.

Without looking at him, you speak.

“Could you help me out of my gown? It’s far too heavy.” He walks towards you, untying the back and watching as the fabric slides down your body, leaving you only in your white slip.

His hands hesitantly trail over your skin, one cold and one hot and the contrast is so delicious.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, head falling to the side as he presses soft kisses to your neck.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, my love,” he whispers against your skin, spinning you around to face him.

You gaze up at him lovingly, one hand coming up to cup his jaw.

“Show me,” you whisper, leaning up to gently brush your lips over his.

“Show me how much you missed me. Give me a reason to clear the skies and calm the seas. Make me give us good wind and easy sail. Prove to me that you’re still worthy of my mercy.”

He brings your hand to his mouth, kissing each one of your fingers then smiling.

“I’ll never truly be worthy of your mercy. But I am more than willing to both swear and prove my loyalty to you. I will give myself over to you; body, heart, mind, and soul.”

You look up at him tenderly, cupping his cheek gently.

“I will sail to the ends of the Earth for you, fight the gods if I need to. Anything to keep you in my arms.”

“My heart belongs to you, James. And never will it belong to anyone else.”

[spinster-sisters]

Sailor's Wife. psh

Pirate au

TW: ngl this gets kind heavy right in the beginning then it gets kinda soft right at the end so like idk. dom seonghwa, sub reader, degradation, use of the word whore(also wench cuz like pirates), oral, edging, possessiveness, breeding kink. oops, manhandling.

Normally i try my darndest to not get too wordy but for this I let it happen.

@xiuminswifeforever this ones for u. also this got a little carried away but heyyyyy what can ya do.

Also @multidreams-and-desires @a-soft-hornytiny and @eonghwa may possibly probably will enjoy this to so have at it

Perhaps you should be more understanding with your husband Seonghwa. After all, your ship had a name and a reputation to uphold, which would not be possible without the efforts of both him and your captain Hongjoong. But you were still stuck on a ship at sea, without much to do. It had been 4 days since you last made port, and it is likely you wouldn't dock for at least another 10. And with your husband ignoring your needs for the sake of maintaining perfect order on board as First Mate, you were feeling a little stir crazy.

Of course as the First Mates wife, and notable figure amongst the crew you had your own reputation to uphold as both a devoted wife and skilled sailor. So when you and your closest confidantes on board tried to blow off some steam by dipping into the bottles of rum during broad daylight on the top deck of the ship, your antics turn more than a few heads among the lower-ranking members of the crew.

It's true that Seonghwa had been neglecting you, instead spending the hours of the night pouring over maps and charts with the Capitan. And San and Wooyoung had always given you all the attention you missed. So in your slightly inebriated state, your place on Wooyoungs lap touseling his long hair felt more than natural.

The three of you were causing quite a ruckus, laughing, shouting, knocking over barrels and crates, and other general tomfoolery. It was only a short while before your Husband came bursting through the door on the far end of the deck (Capitans Quarters) scanning the ship for the cause of the disturbance.

Once he found it his eyes narrowed. He stalked over to your happy gathering, which had only briefly acknowledged him, with furry radiating of every step. Once he stood glowering before you, you finally gave him your attention.

"Seonghwa! Darling! How nice to see you!" You called, still on Wooyoungs lap. You swung your arms out to him and gestured for him to come to you but he ignored it. The slightly shrill cry of your voice had once again attracted the attention of the crew.

"We don't pay you to gawk. Back to work all of you!" Seonghwas powerful voice carried over to the men, who sprung into action, heads turning quickly away. Seonghwa turned his hard stare back to the three of you.

"I want all three of you off this deck, in your quarters in the next 5 minutes," he began low and growling, "or so help me God I will throw you overboard myself!" As he carried on his voice grew in both anger and volume. But the three of you, foolishly perhaps, did not heed his warning.

"Oh, come on now Seonghwa. Don't be such a hard ass" San remarked giggly. Seonghwas gaze snapped to the man and opened his mouth to speak but Wooyoung interjected.

"We were just showing your lovely wife a good time," he spoke with a lopsided smirk, hand coming down to your thigh. And the Frist Mate followed the action with dangerous eyes.

You stood from your spot on wobbly feet, taking a step closer to your husband, and took the front lapels of his long sea-worn jacket into your hands and practically hung on the man.

"Come now, Seonghwa. Won't you find it in your heart to be lenient with your darling little wife," you pleaded jokingly, batting your eyelashes. Seonghwa was not amused.

He took your wrist into his hand and with a strong grip, he pulled you away from him so quick you almost toppled to the floor, but not before he yanked your arm back with equal strength, leaning down to be right in your face as he spat.

"I do not see the darling wife you speak of, all I can see is a drunk ship wench without the mind to Do. As. Shes. Told. Now go back to our room and hope with all your might you sober up before I get there."

As his speech concluded he pushed you away again, this time in the direction of the stairs that led below deck. You were practically in shock as you bowed your head and stumbled to wooden stairs, the distant yells of your husband now directed at the other two men. taking the stairs down to the first floor where there were 7 small rooms for the officers aboard, including you and your husband's room at the end of the short hall.

Now perhaps you were drunker than you realized because the gentle swaying of the ship with the waves had you practically falling over with every step and by the time you reached your room you had all but collapsed onto the bed, drifting in and out of consciousness with the tides.

Perhaps, Seonghwas words had been empty threats as when you finally awoke (unfortunately sober) you could see the dusk sky shining through the small window at the back of the tiny room. Your head pounded when you sat up, but the uncomfortableness of your day clothes was undeniable.

You slipped out of the hard leather of your coat and boots and pulled the linen shirt over your head. After removing your ragged pants from your body you moved to pull your soft nightgown over your head but stopped when the door open. Ready to scream at the person who disturbed you in private you only stoped when your eyes landed on your cross-looking husband. You scoffed at the man in the door and turned your back to him.

"Oh no darling, you can't run away from me this time," he said rounding the bed to stand behind you, "your actions today were absolutely inexcusable, no matter what marriage you benefit from" he growled at you.

You scoffed again and whipped around to face him, still completely bare.

"Darling? Who on earth could you be talking to, certainly not me. As I recall I was nothing more than a ship wench." You spat his own words back at him.

"Don't try to be smart," he snapped at you, taking another step closer, " Today you behaved like nothing more than an attention-hungry whore, and if you expect me to set that aside simply as your husband you are far from wrong darling," his voice spoke dangerously even.

"Perhaps I have a right to be starved for attention! As you seem certainly more than willing to leave me alone for days on end," you returned with equal venom. This seemed to shock Seonghwa, though his anger did not lessen he remained quiet.

"What kind of husband leaves their wife for days on end without so much as a touch! Perhaps I should go find Wooyoung? As I know he would be more than willing to give me the kind of attention you have been denying me,"

As soon as the words left your mouth you knew they had been a mistake, you opened your lips to take them back but Seonghwas hand caught your throat in an instant, catching your breath.

"You want me to act like a husband? Perhaps I should treat you as a husband should treat their wife when they say such things," he glowered, eyes sharpening with rage.

He released his grip on your neck only to push you back onto your creaking bed. As you caught your breath Seonghwa tossed his own coat away from him and loosened the ties of string keeping the top of his shirt together, but not removing it completely. He climbed onto your exposed body, keeping you trapped beneath his weight. He ran one lean hand from your neck down to your breast and groped it with rough hands. You moaned in pleasure, finally, your body practically screamed. He scoffed at you.

"You want to be treated like a wife yet you sound like such a whore, crying out for me at the slightest touch, perhaps I should teach you how to appreciate what you are given."

He moved away from your body before wrenching your legs apart. You blushed madly at how his words and touch had affected you, your cunt was already sopping wet at the idea of your husband finally putting it to use.

"Tsk, so desperate. Have a taught you nothing?" he grumbled to himself.

"Sorry, sir" you whined. He meets your eyes for just an instant, showing him that you had not forgotten all of your manners with him. He wasted not another moment before pulling your hips twords his head and licking up your dripping folds. A strangled cry left your lips.

Just as he set to work, licking and sucking all of the places on you that he knew to be useful. His hand returned to your breast, kneading the flesh between his long fingers with a rough grip.

You were at his mercy. Your body was his to toy with and he knew how to play you well. His tongue dove into your slit, further than should be possible, using the muscle to open the neglected hole and taste the essence now running down his chin. He lapped away at your cunt, taking all he wanted from you while you lay there limp and twitching with the occasional cry of ecstasy.

His fingers pinched the hard bud of your nipple and pulled on it, bringing a cry from your lips. Normally cries like these were reprimanded, but you had a feeling your husband wanted the whole ship to know exactly what he was doing to his wife.

You were coming closer and closer to the orgasm you so desperately needed. Your body was reacting to every touch with increased sensitivity as it hadn't been used in so long, and Seonghwa was oh so skilled at pulling these feelings out of you, the fire burning in your belly was twisting and reveling, begging to be realized.

You cried out again, feeling you're about to get that sweet sweet release you so craved.

When it all stopped.

You cried out again but this time in strangled desperation and confusion. You locked eyes with your husband and plead you were wrong about what is happening.

Seonghwa simply pulled away, unbothered, he stood from the bed and you felt your heart shatter as he moved across the floor. He picked up a rag and wiped his face clean before turning back to your still panting figure.

"Remember, when you married me you gave your sweet, soft body to me. And now any pleasure it receives is mine to control. I want you to think about what you just experienced and learn to appreciate all that I give you. Now, I am going to return to my duties, and when I come back if I believe you have earned it I will treat you like my wife, and not some common whore."

And without another word, he left.

-

You laid their flabbergasted and unmoving for what felt like hours. As the sunset behind the horizon, you pulled your body up into a sitting position with your legs cradled to your chest. You don't dare act on the burning emptiness in your core, as you truly felt you had learned your lesson.

The minutes ticked on. Occasionally you heard the sound of feet coming down the ladder from down the hall and your stomach lept, but every time they continued down to the lower deck for the crew. Your mind wandered to your wedding day.

It had only been 4 years since that day. It was before you had joined the crew, but Seonghwa who you had known since your childhood had already been called to the sea by his friend and now captain. He had asked you to marry him the day before he left on his first voyage and you waited for him without a second thought. Once he returned months later he had already been made First Mate and you only had a week before he would be out at sea again. On the day of your wedding, you were scolded by your parents for allowing a lawless pirate to take you, but your father gave you away regardless. By the end of the night, you were already miles out to sea with your new husband and he showed you for the first time how well a wife could be treated.

Needless to say, you rediscovered your appreciation for the man.

So when the door finally opened once again, you only gazed at Seonghwa with stars in your eyes. He approached your side of the bed and took your chin into his hand, aiming your face up at his.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked. You nodded.

"Yes, sir," you spoke with a creaky voice. He cracked the smallest hint of a satisfied smile.

"Why don't you lean back, my darling"

And so you did. You fell back onto the blankets and watched as your husband finally pulled his shirt over his head and rid himself of his distressed pants. He climbed over you and took your head in his hand again and muttered,

"Now remind me, sweet girl, who's are you," he asked in a firm guiding voice.

"All yours, sir,"

"Wonderful, should I take what's mine then?" He asked in that same tone.

"Please sir," you replied.

Seonghwa leaned down to connect your lips in one sweet kiss that lasted only a moment before pulling away his demeanor changed. Hands ran down your sides pulling your legs to wrap around his thin waist.

"My darling wife, waiting so patiently for me," he mused. The tip of his cock teased your wet entrance, only pushing in the slightest bit but you clenched instinctively regardless.

"Maybe it has been too long," he chuckled darkly in your ear, "I almost forgot how eagerly you wish to be filled," he chided taking the lobe of your ear between his teeth. Your breath hitched, scared to make /the wrong move that would bring this all crashing to a halt.

In one fluid motion, Seonghwa pushed the rest of his length into you to the hilt. You whined desperately at the slightly painful stretch and screwed your eyes shut as the pain morphed into the sweetest pleasure.

"Ready, my darling?" He mumbled into your ear, a slight smirk in his voice.

"Please,"

And so he began. Pulling all the way out before slamming back in with the same force and speed. You cried out again.

Every time his hips met yours for that brief moment you relished in the feeling of being completely filled up by him. His length was long and he used it well. He knew your body well enough to know exactly how to angle your hips to be hitting your more sensitive places inside you every single time he thrust.

You clung desperately to his broad shoulders, allowing your body to become plaint again and for lewd sound to tumble past your lips into his ears. Each sound seemed to give him newfound strength, picking up speed and force every time.

"Oh, my sweet wife, letting me have my way with her," he mumbled, gripping your hip for leverage, the other hand gently caressing your body. "So desperate to be filled," he chuckled. You whined in agreement, pulling yourself tighter to his body as your sensitive walls clung and stretched around him.

"I could fill you up even more darling, would you like that?" He asked, panting slightly at the exertion.

You nodded blindly.

"I could fill you up with my cum, fill you up with my child," he groaned at the thought, "oh you would love that wouldn't you darling, letting me put a child in you," you clenched around his cock once again as he punctuated his words with one, particularly hard thrust into your special spot.

"Yes, sir" you replied breathlessly "please, fill me up with your child," it came out as nothing but a whisper, "want- want your baby,"

"I know you do darling, don't worry," he groaned. You were clenching around him madly and your orgasm was fast approaching. His grip on your hip and turned to iron and your body was convulsing.

"What kind of husband would I be if I didn't give my wife a baby,"

At those words, your body began to convulse. You finally felt that sweet really you had been denied for so long. Your eyes rolled back and your cunt was clenching frantically as the waves of pleasure came over you so strong you lost control of your limbs, crying out weakly Seonghwas name. Seonghwa kept his steady pace all the while until he himself was thrown over the edge.

You recognize the feeling of thick ropes of cum pouring into you. Seonghwas own cries had increased in volume as he emptied inside you. It took several seconds, but when he had finally milked the last of his orgasms from your body he pulled away.

You lay spent but completely content on the bed before him with what could only be described as a dopey smile. He always looked so beautiful when he came and even coming down yourself you had to admire the gorgeous man you married. He cracked his own smile at your face and leaned to give you a lingering kiss. And your eyes dropped closed.

"Go to sleep, darling, ill take care of you in the morning."

[idanwyn-et-al]

(XIV|21-21: Feckless. Jeveh’li Rivenroot.)

[♪]

Sunlight illuminated the crowded-yet-lush room, motes of dust drifting dreamily. Jeveh’li was procrastinating; his white-collar imprisonment on this strange ship made that quite easy. He had no linkpearl, no daggers, no damned ring that evidently half the star was in pursuit of; just the sounds of the harbor outside, the smell of fresh roses and clean linens inside. Better than the hammocks and sounds of Nora’s curse-born chattering. Better than Erian’s final, gut-wrenching cry for aid that none could answer.

Jeveh’li closed his eyes. “Happy thoughts, Jev,” he muttered to himself. “Good music. Pretty women making that good music. Fireworks over the islands. A bower made of flowers, and a Roegadyn woman waiting for you there.” Unbidden, his thoughts strayed to Idanwyn; he grimaced. “Nope. Different one.” Tragically, no bigger, burlier female Roegadyn arrived to save his imagination; just the thoughts of the runt of a Sea Wolf some ten years his junior, who was evidently the Captain of his current cushy prison now.

He padded over to the baths; again, so much luxury crammed into such a small space. After he’d rinsed off in the shower, he soaked in the neck-deep waters for over half a bell. How had that daughter of Lluantoum managed to get her own ship, anyhow? And with such a...oh, how could he put it...diverse crew?

The Keeper’s thoughts shifted to Seran Lancier, the quartermaster, his fecklessness at the Drowning Wench transmuting into thoughtful words and a keen investigative mind once aboard the Nixie.

Malachi Bloodforged, on the other hand, had kept his temper even after the merry little chase Jev led them on. The Miqo’te would have to reassess his personal prejudices about the Flame Marshal, who, until actually meeting the man, had been little more than red tape for the Spinner’s Lantern.

Rinh...complicated feelings about a female Keeper, though she didn’t seem overly tribal. It had given him greater pleasure than he’d ever admit that she’d been affectionate towards him, even as a ruse; greater pleasure still to drive the point of the knife against her belly, to push her away.

Seabirds rode the afternoon winds; one perched near the porthole above his bunk as he toweled off and got dressed. He wasn’t really sure why he bothered getting dressed; few talked to him when they turned in for the night, other than to make sure he hadn’t sprung his house arrest. He’d give it a few more days; deep down, he was pretty sure he didn’t have anywhere else to go, anymore.

[bleedingflames-archive]

@captain-wrench-wench

“Didja wanna go out and do somethin’ sometime? Y’know, when you’re not busy with Dad.”

[aamusedly]

@captain-wrench-wench .

The constant look of weariness about Russo seemed different as he crawled under the blankets to fall asleep next to Josephine Harker. It wasn’t bitter sweetness but a pleasant exhaustion, a sort of languid affection. He’d been deliberate in wrapping his arms around her and pressing his chest to her back, pulling warmth greedily from her beating heart. 

But he certainly could sleep like the dead. Concerning, maybe, in how he didn’t have a pulse and his skin had gone a slate-like color. At some point Russo had rolled onto his back to lie motionless well after the sun had come up and started to hide behind forest and clouds. 

The deep-set bruises along his chest and back hadn’t gone down. It didn’t help in how corpse-like he looked. But eventually his eyes would start to open, bleary and sunken, to try and register the room around him. Not his.

Oh, right.

[starfoam]

“You really don’t have to phrase it like that when I have all these pokey bits sticking into me. Should I take this back and get the smaller one then?” She DOES look a bit comical, arms around an oversized pine tree and holding it like it’s nothing. She only has to lean back to avoid hitting the ceiling with it.

It has shed pine needles all over her.

“…it’s a bit bigger than I was expecting it to be…”

[kazoosandfannypacks]

"It Now Belongs To You" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 3/10: And Then Things Went Wrong Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: T Word Count: (1K/10.6K) Summary: When Emma and Killian receive a pair of magic beans as a wedding gift, they take a voyage on the Jolly Roger for their honeymoon- but a wrench is thrown into their romantic getaway when they run into a notorious pirate who's staked a claim on the Jolly Roger. Chapter Summary: A pall is cast on Killian and Emma's romantic getaway when they discover they've made port in the same town as the notorious Captain Black Beard. Tags: post-canon, canon compliant, fluff, no smut, suggestive themes, alcohol, gambling, self indulgent fluff with a sprinkling of angst Author's notes: You didn't think this fic was just gonna be fluff, did ya? Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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 That night they dined at the prow of the Roger, watching the sun set across the horizon, sending the sea alight with color like a heart alight with love- then they laid together on the deck for hours, Emma's head resting on his chest, as he pointed out all the stars to her, introduced them to her by name.

 The second afternoon of their voyage, they reached land, and made port. The crew, headed by Smee, set out to find the supplies they'd need for the next leg of their voyage, while Killian took Emma to parts of the village that he knew well and knew she'd love to see. After a picnic supper on the countryside, they walked back into town, two hundred years of memories flooding back to Killian's mind with every stone they walked past

 "That pub down there used to be my favorite stop in the realm." Killian said, pointing out a building.

 "Used to?" Emma asked. "Did something change?"

 "Aye," he smiled. "Me. I'm not the man I was when I enjoyed setting foot here, when my only joys were gambling, rumming, and, well," this probably wasn't the best thing to bring up while on his honeymoon, but he'd started the sentence and couldn't turn back now, "wenching. Rest assured I'm no longer a patron of such places."

 "I know." Emma said, and he read her face to make sure his comment hadn't made her faith in him insecure.

 "That lifestyle lost its appeal a long time ago." Killian said. "While you were off courting flying monkeys," and here they playfully nudged each other, "I had nothing but hives like these to occupy my tortured soul- but my only thought was on you, always, tainting my waking hours, haunting my dreams with bittersweet bliss."

 "And I didn't even remember who you were." Emma shook her head.

 "It's not that you didn't." He said. "You couldn't."

 "Until you brought me back." She smiled, then planted her lips on his cheek. "Thank you."

 "T'was my pleasure." He said. "Thank you for coming back with me."

 They walked hand in hand down the street, and as they rounded a corner Killian glanced back at the pub- he intended to do so to see how hollow and empty it was to him, but instead he saw a figure that sent a shock through his bones- a pirate by the name of Black Beard.

 "Of all the towns in the realm, why'd he have to make port in this one?" Killian thought. There was no doubt that he'd seen the Jolly Roger on his way into port, and no doubt Black Beard sought to reclaim his prize.

 "Is something wrong, Killian?" Emma asked.

 "We need to leave town as soon as possible." He whispered, and she silently picked up the pace.

 Part of the reason the pub was so popular among pirates was its proximity to the docks, so it was only a short walk back to the Roger, where Smee was waiting, in distress and disarray.

 "Captain, there you are." Smee said, wringing his hat in his hand. "I know you said you and your wife are not to be disturbed, but…"

 "Black Beard?" Killian asked.

 "Yes, yes!" Smee put his hat on his head, "how did you…"

 "Saw him in town at the Duckling." Killian said. "Has he seen the ship?"

 "Seen us and came aboard!" Smee said. "He said some things about the ship being his now- don't tell me you-."

 "Traded her for a magic bean, aye."

 "That was a couple years ago." Emma said. "Didn't you steal The Roger back since then?"

 "The first time, yes." Killian said. "But when the Black Fairy had me sent away on The Nautilus…"

 "Oh, Killian." Emma asked. "You traded your ship for me again?"

 She seemed exasperated, but also awestruck, like he'd made the stupidest decision in the world- but he'd made it for her.

 "I wouldn't say traded." Killian said. "More like, gambled away- because I knew either way, Black Beard would use the magic bean to bring me back to you."

 "And The Roger." Smee said. "And now he's finally come to claim it."

 "Then what are we still standing around for?" Killian demanded. "Tell the men to set sail!"

 "It's not that easy." Smee said. "He's taken a sliver of the mast with him. Says he can use it to…"

 "To track us down anywhere in the realm." Emma said. "I'm familiar with that kind of magic."

 "So much for a romantic getaway, love." Killian said. "Looks like we've got two options: end our honeymoon before it's even begun and hightail it out of the realm, or spend the rest of the trip on foot."

 "Three options, then." Emma said. "We're gonna take it back."

 "We are?" Smee asked.

 "We are?" Killian asked.

 "We are." Emma said. "We've got something of equal value to trade for it."

 "And what's that, love?"

 "A magic bean."

 "Emma, that's our way home."

 "Which is why we're not gonna lose either." Emma said. "I think the man who spent two hundred years in a life of piracy is more than equipped to win back his ship."

 "Careful, Swan, that's a slippery slope." Killian said, placing his hand on her arm. "I don't need this ship to be happy. I have you- what more do I need?"

 "But I know how much she means to you." Emma said. "And you're not going to lose her again, not on my account."

 "But…"

 She put her finger over his lips. "You've traded your ship for a magic bean for me twice now. I think it's time I let you return the favor."

 It was true, Killian loved the Jolly Roger more than a lot of things- but certainly not more than Emma, or their family, or their life back in Storybrooke. Would they ever make it back to them if they lost the bean?

 But Killian knew that Emma was stubborn and unyielding- so if she'd decided she would win the Roger back, she'd win her back with or without Killian's help or approval- so this time he may as well give it.

 “Alright, love.” Killian said, moving her finger off her his lips with his hook. “If you think there’s a way, you’re gonna find it- and I would be a fool not to follow you.” He kissed her hand, then kissed her forehead.

 “Thank you.” Emma said. “Now, let’s go take this ship back.”

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Daughter of the Pearl

Chapter Two: Capture

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Rating: M

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Ominous fog rolled over the black water in thick, opaque layers.  It wisped up the sides of the HMS Dauntless like cold, ghostly flames.

Perhaps they were ghosts.  Ghosts of pirates, sailors, and soldiers alike.

To be true, it was not so far-fetched a thought, given the port that was just visible from the ship's bow.

And that’s exactly where he stood, glowering at the faint lights in the distance.  James Norrington: recently promoted to Commodore -- a beautifully-crafted, new sword and new uniform as evidence -- and determined to prove why he deserved the lofty title at such a young age.

Tortuga would be his chance.

~ ~ ~

(Y/N) lounged in her chair as comfortably as the wooden frame would allow, boots on the table farthest away from the main throng and a rum in hand that made the noise momentarily tolerable. Her head leaned against the wall behind her, eyes closed.

This was the first time they’d made port in Tortuga in several months, fearing an impending raid by the Royal Navy.  Captain Barbossa had filled that time terrorizing new ports and colonies, and chasing legends of Cortez’s Aztec gold.  (Some of those he tracked down for information on the gold told wild fairy tales of a curse.)  The knowledge of Norrington’s planned raid had been almost a challenge to him.

For (y/n), on the other hand, these expeditions felt rather tedious.  She didn’t argue with her father’s desperate need for the whole world to fear him; nor did she believe in the gold anymore than the curse that supposedly came with it.  

Besides all that, the good Captain had refused to allow her out of her cabin while they were in these unknown ports.  Leaving the sanctity of the Pearl to join the screaming mob the crew turned into on land held no interest to her in the least, but those four walls quickly started to feel like a prison.  His paranoia about her safety had increased tenfold in the year since Port Royal.  Whether he was more worried about pirates or the Navy getting to her, she could not tell.

She looked over to Ragetti, her ever loyal friend -- and her current Captain-appointed guard -- who was currently debating God-knows-what with Pintel.  He was the only one she’d told about everything that happened at the Governor’s ball, not just what she learned from Norrington.  She told him everything.

About the offensive lieutenant and Norrington coming to the rescue.  About the dance -- wishing she could have danced with him again.  Getting caught as she made her retreat.  The kiss.

Everything.

She had to -- she couldn’t stop thinking about it...about him.  For the sake of her own sanity, she had to tell someone and Ragetti was the only one she truly trusted.  

All that time locked away in her cabin had given her plenty of time to think it all over.  In truth, it was the only thing she could think about.

Ridiculous!  She’d spent her entire life surrounded by men.  None of them meant anything -- at least, not that would warrant obsession.  How could one man have captured her intrigue so thoroughly?

Bang!

A loud blast from somewhere near the port ripped her from her thoughts.

Cannon fire.

(Y/N) jumped to her feet, ready for whatever attack was surely upon them.  But as she reached for her sword, someone grabbed her from behind, pulling her head back by her hair.  A strong arm held hers to her side. 

She looked at the man as she struggled and gasped.  This was no rogue pirate onslaught -- this was a Navy raid.

And she was caught in an ambush!

“(Y/N)!” Ragetti yelled, trying to get to her as Pintel dropped with a bullet in his chest.

Another soldier rushed him.  They sparred momentarily, but the soldier got the upperhand.  He disarmed Ragetti and drew back to run him through.

“No, don’t!” (y/n) screamed, her voice a foreign tone of desperation and despair.

The soldier paused, but kept his eyes and sword on Ragetti.  He appeared to be considering something.

“Please! Don’t kill him,” she begged, no longer fighting her captor.  She had no idea what her fate would be at their hands, but she didn’t care.  All that mattered in that moment was Ragetti’s life.  “I am Captain Barbossa’s daughter.  Let him live and I will go quietly.”

“(Y/N), don’t!” Ragetti protested.  “I’m not worth it.”

“Shut it, Rag! They have me anyways.  The only difference there can be is whether or not they want information from me, the daughter of the most notorious pirate in the Carribean. “  She had no intention of ever giving up anything true, but these were the cards she had and she, at least, had to try to play them.  Now she addressed the soldiers, “Think of all the pirate’s I’ve met, the treasures I’ve seen -- the hideouts I’ve been to.”

Chaos reigned around them while the soldier thought.  Finally, he ordered, “Take her weapons.”

The soldier holding her cautiously let go.  When she did not move, he took her sword and pistol, the latter of which he pointed at her.

“Go to your wench,” commanded the officer on Ragetti.

(Y/N) reached for him as Ragetti obeyed.  She positioned herself slightly between him and the soldiers.

Apparently taking offense to this, the soldier that had been holding her backhanded her.  “Whore,” he renamed her.

The other shoved him.  “Fool, the commodore will want her unharmed,” he chastised as (y/n) held her bruised and bleeding cheek.

~ ~ ~

The ghostly fog hung low in the air as Norrington paced the deck of the legendary Black Pearl, hands behind his perfectly-straight back, head held high, and a mixture of triumph and distrust on his face.

This was all too easy.  Captain Hector Barbossa was as legendary as his ship; he should not have been taken off-guard so easily.  And why does such a notoriously merciless and hardened pirate look almost panicked?

He didn’t even believe in the Black Pearl until a few days ago; capturing it should have been a life-long journey, not a one night affair.  A battle was raging, to be sure -- but it should have been a war.

“Commodore!”

Norrington snapped around at the call.  His face dropped.

Several of his men boarded the ship with captured pirates.  Right in front, restrained by the hair and a large mark on her face was the mysterious woman from the governor’s ball.

His heart started pounding for reasons he could not explain and his mind started spiraling.  Who is she?  Why is she here?  Who hurt her?! Is she a pirate?  She certainly looks like one, but how could she have been at the ball?

Who is she?

“Unhand her!” yelled a furious voice beside him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Brows furrowed, he looked between Captain Barbossa and the woman, who seemed just as surprised to see him.

“Commodore,” said the soldier holding her so roughly, “I’ve caught the Captain’s--”

Norrington held up a hand to cut him off.  He didn’t need to hear the end; he already knew.

Everything suddenly fell into place.  The resemblance was so plain to see.  

He was only able to capture the Black Pearl because Captain’s Barbossa’s daughter was in port -- and he wouldn’t abandon her.

“What have you done to her?” continued Captain Barbossa.  “You’ll regret the day you were born! You can’t take all of us and we have more loyalties here!”

“You’re right,” replied the Commodore, realizing what he had to do.  “We can’t take all of you without retribution.  However,” he looked directly in the woman’s eyes, hoping his face would not give away the odd feelings he had, “we can take some of you.”

“You will not take her!” shouted the Captain.

“But, Sir! She’s a pirate!”

“And a woman!” Norrington spoke over them in an increasingly dangerous tone.  His eyes could not look away from the mark on her delicate features.  “Which makes her a perfect candidate for Governor Swan’s reform ideas.  We will take others to be sent to the gallows...but Ms. Barbossa will not be harmed.  She will become a citizen of Port Royal, her name will be changed, and she will live out the rest of her days in peace.”

Captain Barbossa, her captor, and a wiry man beside her in the captured group began to protest.

“Do I get a say?” the woman demanded, finally finding her voice.

The ship fell silent.

“Preferably out of the hands of your lackey,” she added.  Her voice was a mix of emotions that Norrington could not decipher.

A glare from the officer was enough to make the soldier back off.  She wrenched away from him and sauntered right up to Norrington.

“I will go with you…” she started.

“(Y/N), no!” her father protested.

Shaking her head, clearly fighting back tears, but set in her resolve, she continued, “I will go with you on two conditions.”

Norrington said nothing, but nodded for her to continue.

“First, my father and Ragetti go free on the Pearl.”  She paused, briefly, to read Norrington’s features before finishing.  “And I stay with you.”

Everyone, including Norrington, were taken aback.

“I only trust you,” she said in a hushed tone only he could hear.

Several moments passed as he weighed his options.  But the fluttering in his chest told him he had only one course of action.

“You have a deal.”

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@captain-wrench-wench​ continued from x

Nick gave a soft grin, enough to draw a little crease in the divots of his cheeks. The look was empathetic; she had already gone through a bit of a brutal awakening, and he was only just starting on her case.

It was never easy. 

“To the right direction. ...And getting answers.”

Nick took a sip of his drink, not exactly taking it like a shot; it was hard for him to process liquor to begin with, or really consume anything.

“...Feel free to have whatever you’d like tonight, Harker. On me. I’m sure you’re feeling a little, er... in need of a strong drink.” 

[starfoam-archive]

To be fair, Lo doesn’t actually know Harker’s husband all that well. Sure, she knows he exists, but that’s the extent of it.

“I mean, if I’m gonna be honest, anyone higher on my list is gonna be a woman. Specifically, my mom’s wife. I think she’s on like... her fifth location for the Blanche label? It’s kind of terrifying.”

King of Pentacles

King of Pentacles - the most business oriented man your character knows.

"...C'mon Harker, you know this one. It's Erasmus."