#here's your reminder that green grew tall and muscle out of spite

[a-tale-of-legends]

In which R can never fully decide how tall these fuckers are ft an somewhat accurate depiction of how I see them in my head.

[elizaslegacy]

Prince of Crimson Tides (Chapter 2)

Summary: You’re a Spanish princess whose ship was raided by pirates. You come to find that the Captain of the pirate ship is none other than Captain Miranda - otherwise known as the Prince of Crimson Tides.

Pairing(s): Lin x reader (give me suggestions for other pairings!!)

Warnings: cursing, BDSM, physical/sexual violence in detail, humiliation, nudity, etc.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! It’s kinda a continuation of the last one. Chapter 3 will be up soon

Tags: @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky @haletotheking24

Your eyes widened; panic rose in your chest.

What?! The Captain expected you to get nude in front of him? You cursed the world, stumped by how fucking unfair this was. What bad thing had you done to deserve this?

“Excuse me?” you cried out. “Absolutely not!”

Not to mention, virginity was held sacred in the extremely religious kingdom of Spain. A woman, especially a royal, who had lost her virginity prior to marriage was seen as useless and dirty. You had taken care to insure that your purity and virginity had been kept intact until your marriage. Which would have been in a few days if you hadn’t been captured.

Miranda sneered. “Do you recall what we reviewed in that dungeon? You will do as I say. Unless, of course, you’d like to rot away in that same room.”

The same terror overtook you as you thought about the dank, humid room you had been chained in. You shuddered at the idea of spending the rest of your days in there. If you were going to live your life out as a prisoner, you might as well make the most of it.

You decided against speaking of your family’s code of conduct to the Captain; he’d likely see that as a reason to just go ahead and ravish you out of spite. 

Your hands reluctantly made their way to the buttons that lined the back of your bloodied nightgown. You slowly unclasped each of them until your dress hit the floor with a soft sound. After that were your undergarments. 

After the last piece of clothing had been removed, you quickly went to jump in the tub, but Miranda stopped you.

“Hold on. Turn towards me.”

You groaned under your breath, but were once again reminded of that dungeon. Just do what he says, you thought. It’ll be over in a second. You slowly spun around until you faced the Captain, who wore a arrogant smirk. God, he was such a brat. He was obviously forcing you to undress in his presence because no woman would ever offer herself to him - he was disgusting.

After a minute or so of standing there in the nude with Miranda gazing over you like a piece of meat, you sighed. “May I bathe now?” you pleaded quietly. 

The man took one last glance over your body before nodding curtly. You took the affirmation as an opportunity to jump into the warm water and curl your legs to your chest. 

The Captain began to walk about the room as you bathed; he searched through his own clothing and examined each garment to see if it’d be small enough for you. Eventually, he tossed a tunic and large wool pants in your direction. You glared down at the clothing and then back up at him.

“You really think that’s going to fit me?” you scoffed.

A growl emitted from low in the man’s throat. “How dare you challenge me? You’re lucky I even-”

“And in case you’ve forgotten, I’m a woman. I’m going to need undergarments. Unless you want the whole crew seeing my tits through that sheer white shirt of yours,” you added with venom in your tone, cutting him off.

A stony glare appeared on Captain Miranda’s weathered face. He opened his mouth to refute your statement, but seemingly came up empty as he didn’t speak up. He grumbled, “Stay here. I’m going to get that stuff. If you even think about moving, you’ll be sorry,” before storming out of the door.

The Captain returned a few minutes later with undergarments clutched in his hands. He thrust them in your hands; you quickly examined them. An amused snort escaped your lips as you read the size of the bra, it was several cup sizes too small for you. He looked up at you in a suspicious manner. “What?” the man barked defensively.

You bit your bottom lip slightly. “Have you ever even…” you began to speak, but  your voice trailed off as you saw the threatening expression on Miranda’s face. Perhaps it was best to steer clear of that topic. “Never mind.”

Everything was going smoothly until you started to put the large wool trousers on. You couldn’t quite get the buttons on the back of the waist, and Miranda had frustratedly attempted to take control and do it himself. He grumbled something about you taking too long, and the fact that he had ‘business’ to attend to. This had resulted in you smacking his hand away in irritation; the ice that appeared in his gaze instantly made you regret it.

“I-I’m sorry, that was-” you began, but the Captain interrupted you. 

“Shut your mouth.”

You started to protest once again, apologizing profusely, but it was too late.

“(Y/N), shut the fuck up. This will go even worse if you keep talking.”

Worry began to overtake your mind at what ‘this’ was exactly. You didn’t have much time to ponder, though, because Miranda was yanking at the metal collar around your neck before you knew it. Your muscles screamed in protest; pure terror churned in your core. He wouldn’t kill you…right?

The Captain sat on the edge of his bed and kept his grip on you impossibly tight until you were bent over his lap, your rear up towards him. Oh, fuck. So that’s what ‘this’ was. Your breathing grew heavy and you felt yourself become dizzy with anxiety as your pants were slipped down slightly. “No, no, please no,” you whimpered, hoping that the man standing over you would feel the slightest bit of remorse. He didn’t, of course.

The panties that had just been given to you followed the pants, and were slid down your ass. They rested just above your knees.

“Remember what I said, (Y/N),” Captain Miranda hissed. His hand grazed over the exposed flesh in front of him, kneading gently. “Everything on this ship belongs to me. That includes you. I will not stand for blatant disrespect.”

In a matter of seconds, the large hand disappeared from your skin - only for it to come flying back down and making brutal contact with your backside. Sharp pain shot through your body. You cried out in pain; the soft flesh throbbed at the rough slap. His hand connected with your rear a few more times, causing you to yelp out a little louder every time. You whimpered brokenly, closing your eyes and praying that the brutal pain would soon be over. 

Eventually, after many more hard slaps to your rear, many more yelps from you, and what seemed like years in time, the Captain's disciplinary blows ceased. Your entire body trembled; tears that you didn't even feel coming were streaming down your face. The large hand that had just been beating you gently rested on the raised, irritated flesh of your backside. His fingers stroked the area delicately, a harsh contrast to his previous actions. 

 There was a sharp tug at your collar, indicating you to get up. You obliged and quickly bolted upright, immediately pulling your underwear and trousers back up. You made eye contact with Miranda; you swore you could see a flash of sympathy when he took in your tear-stained, wrecked appearance. But only a flash. The Captain stood up, brushed himself off, and gave a light pull on your collar. "C'mon. Dinner," he blurted out gruffly. 

You obediently followed him down the corridor and to the lower deck where the dining room was. Even though the other pirates in the room were criminals, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at your current state. Your hair was disheveled; you limped pitifully as the muscles on your rear screamed. Everyone's eyes were on you, and you could feel it.

Miranda dragged you to a table with a few other men and, to your relief, a few women. You had not yet encountered a woman on the ship, and were grateful for the three sitting in front of you right now. One woman in particular offered you a warm smile, her cheekbones high and her skin positively glowing. "Hello there, darling," she greeted gently. She had obviously noticed your messy appearance, not to mention the cry of pain you had let out upon sitting down next to Miranda.

"Uh...hi," you voiced quietly. Your voice was hoarse from screaming and crying.

"My name is Phillipa. You can call me Pippa. Or Pip. Whatever you please," she beamed. She seemed so happy to simply be alive. She turned and began to introduce the members of the table.

"This is Jasmine," she said, pointing to a curvy woman with tight ringlets of hair. Jasmine grinned and waved at you.

"Renee." A tall and skinny woman was introduced. She had long, raven black hair and a frail structure. You wondered how she managed to be a pirate with such a small stature. She looked as though a gust of wind might snap her in half.

"Daveed." A tall, muscular man with wild curly hair was made apparent to you. He offered you a brief, closed mouth smile before returning his attention to his food.

"Anthony." An attractive young man with a smattering of freckles and dark green eyes. You recognized him as the one who had been raving about the food they'd stolen from your ship when you were being held captive.

"Chris." A tall, burly man with striking features. Extremely stoic.

"Leslie." A man about Miranda's age with a soft demeanor and an inviting smile. You liked him instantly.

You felt the Captain’s eyes on you the whole time, but elected to ignore the feeling of his gaze burning into your skin. He must have sensed that you were becoming somewhat comfortable, and decided that it was his cue to come in and destroy that.

“This is our little princesa,” Miranda cooed in a sickly-sweet tone, but you could hear the venom dripping from his words. “All the way from Spain!”

No one responded to that. Instead, they all busied themselves and trained their eyes downward, fussing with the food on their plates. A thick silence hung in the air; a dark blush rose to your cheeks. You expected things to continue that way, the content ambience having been shattered by Captain Miranda, but a sharp reprimand cut through the silence.

“Lin,” someone scolded. Their tone was cautious, as if they were warning him to keep his mouth shut. Wait, what had they just called him?

Lin.

Captain Lin Miranda.

You paused momentarily, feeling a bit relieved. Your eyes darted up to the Captain, who had his head bowed in submission, with a new view of the Captain. A new, softer perspective. Knowing his first name made him almost seem...human. Not to mention the vulnerable position he was now in.

You turned to see what poor soul had dared to chide Lin in such a barbed tone; your eyes landed on the gentle, docile Phillipa. Her warm demeanor had vanished. The inviting and kind emotion that had once filled her amber eyes was now replaced with a fiery, scathing rage. Her gaze was trained upon Lin, who was slightly cowered in defeat. 

You were shocked. Sweet, friendly Phillipa could make the ruthless Captain whimper like a kicked puppy. Wow.

You silently made a note to stay on her good side. You never wanted to feel that  flaming hot glare upon you.

“(Y/N) is a guest on this ship, and you will treat her as such,” Pippa hissed at Lin. 

Renee giggled a bit, shattering the dead silence that surrounded the table. “God, Lin. You really have no idea of how to woo someone,” she jested, earning a death stare from the Captain.

“That’s quite enough,” Lin spat angrily. “All of you, back to work the second you finish eating.”

Daveed and Anthony were quick to jump out of their seats and clear their plates before hurrying out of the door. Lin was quick to follow them, surprisingly leaving you alone in the dining room.

You back to the people remaining at the table. “He’s so immature,” you sneered, stabbing your fork through a slice of cheese. “How the hell did he get the title of captain anyway? He couldn’t be older than twenty.”

Leslie looked at you warily. “He’s twenty-five,” the man offered quietly. You took a step back. Wow. So he was a year older than you.

You feigned indifference, though, and shrugged. “Could’ve fooled me. He acts like a child and looks like he’s barely old enough to live on his own. How’d he even get his name? Prince of Crimson Tides my ass.”

Phillipa frowned slightly, shaking her head. “He got that name because he’s the best of the best,” she warned. “He’s the last person on the ship you want to piss off. I’m surprised that he hasn’t disciplined you with the way he’s said you act.”

Jasmine nodded in agreement. “He’s definitely not acting like himself around you. Don’t let it fool you,” she voiced. “I’d say our Captain is a little soft for his princesa.” The group began to laugh heartily; you scowled and wrinkled your nose in disgust.

[youwish1043]

Fan fiction because I can’t help myself... pt 1

******Hey guys, so many of you know that I have recently been obsessed with Reylo from the new Star Wars TLJ and I can’t help it but I made a modern AU where they go to college. I’m looking to add it to archive your own but for now as I work out the kinks I decided to put it on here. This is my first fan fiction ever but whatever I’m excited*****

All she could see was fog. Gray masses of billowing clouds blocking out the sun, rolling over the hills like rivers on mountains. It was like she was flying over head like a bird, zooming so fast that she could hear the wind whoosh in her ear, but she wasn’t cold. That was one thing she knew for sure. She felt warm, as if she was basking in light.

Finally a break in the clouds, sunlight still a milky gray. Green. Darks and lights, trees filling the landscape. Grasses long and swaying in the wind. Ocean spray splashing up the cliffs, some hitting her face.

A bird chirping in the distance. Constantly in rhythm and non stop. Louder and louder the bird screeched making her ears hurt.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Rey sat up in bed hair standing at weird angles. Sleep crusted her eyes as she yawned wiping drool from her mouth.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Her alarm clock blared at her with an annoying vengeance. Rey whipped her hand out so fast it practically flew into the wall by itself. To her dismay, it still screamed at her. She stood up stretching and turned it off. Her eyes came to focus on the time.

8:00am.

Krrft. She was late for class.

She threw her hair into a messy bun. She pulled on a white tee shirt and her draped beige sweater with dark blue jeans and boots. Enough effort that no one would ask why she hadn’t showered. She darted across the full length mirror so she wouldn’t see the end result and be tempted to change.

Closing the door behind her quietly so she didn’t wake her roommate up, she briskly walked into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She rounded the corner and stopped when she saw him sitting on their breakfast bar stool. He was hunched over cereal, his chin propped up by one hand and absently shoveling milk and soggy flakes into his mouth with the other. His brown hair always a perfected messy with brown gold eyes to match, which currently were dark rimmed from lack of sleep.

Poe Dameron.

“Jesus Christ who keeps letting you in?” she asked packing her backpack with her laptop and homework from the night before, needing to move his bowl to collect it all.

He looked over and winked in his flirtatious way. His clothes from the day before were wrinkled from sleeping on the couch.

“Don’t pretend that you don’t love having me”

Rey rolled her eyes as she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. “You could at least chip in for food. Between you and Finn it’s like living with my six foster brothers all over again” She exclaimed making a mental note that she needed to get Finn to stop letting Poe in.

Rey had come to Uni to try to live out her dream to be an Art Designer. Since she was little she had always been gifted in any creative arts, constantly on the move for more outlets. When she was finally old enough she moved away from her foster family she came to school. Since she was the only freshman on campus with an apartment, her place had become the hot spot for students to come hang out, which as of late meant Poe.

Finn was a Law student who had some serious dreams of becoming an Actor. Although he went to school for his parents sake, he had taken on more classes in acting then Law hoping that taking enough would convince his family that it was an okay career change.

Finn had also been her new orientation buddy when they first arrived a couple months ago, and when Rey found out his girlfriend Rose didn’t have a place to go, she offered her other room to her. Although it was to help Finn and Rose, Rey needed any help she could get with bills, and was a benefit to them all.

Ever since, it was like having four roommates. Wherever Finn went so did Poe since they had been best friends for years, and well the rest was history. Rey didn’t mind having them all there even though she complained about it, it was nice to not be alone all the time. The grocery bill WAS piling up though.

“Remind me to kill Finn later. Tell Rose I will be back for dinner!” Rey called out as she ran to the door trying to throw her backpack on.

“Bye babe!” Poe called out

“I’m not your babe!” Rey yelled back slamming the door behind her.

She hopped on her bike leaning back letting her legs do the work as she balanced along without hands. She peeled back the banana devouring it down before class, Professor Snoke was not one you wanted to mess with.

She sped across campus already sweating. Although it was technically February, the Arizona heat stifled her. She hated the desert, and hated Arizona even more. If it wasn’t for her scholarship, she would have gone anywhere that had more green than just her salad plate.

Although her scholarship helped pay for school Rey had to work her butt off to make enough for rent and school bills. It was the price she had to pay to go to a good art school.

Sweat dropped down her back. Yeah, she hated Arizona even if it did have a great art school. And here she was trying to use the least amount of effort so she didn’t walk into class like an Olympic sized pool of sweat.

The campus, although in the desert was beautiful. This Uni had fountains, flowers and art pieces lining the walkways. Trees planted to shade students from the sun as they walked to class. The windows of most the buildings a colorful stain so that when the sun shined through, the school was under the shadow of millions of rainbows. This is the part she could live with, watching light.

She rolled up to her classes building locking her bike outside and throwing her banana peel away. She trotted up the steps colliding with a student whose books were stacked higher than his head. The books flew in every direction, notes scattering across the cement. The red headed kid fell backward with a grunt as Rey danced around trying to catch the papers from flying.

“I am so sorry! I had no idea you were coming out the door!” She yelled jumping to grab the last paper. She bent to pick up the nearest book to her when a pale hand swatted her away.

“Fuck off” She looked up to see Hux. He was another student at Uni that seemed to be disgruntled with anyone he came across. She and him has bumped food trays at the school’s diner once and ever since then he seemed especially spiteful of her. She didn’t know what he studied, but she knew he never left anywhere without a pile of books.

“Ex- excuse me?” She stared at him in disbelief.

“Do you know how much time it took to color coordinate these notes with the books! I have a final in a week! Now I am going to fail!” Hux screamed out.

She stared at him a moment longer as he gathered up his books. Screw it. She set the notes she gathered next to him and finished running up the steps to class.

If Hux is going to be an ass I don’t have to help him she thought to herself trying to settle the guilt rising in her stomach.

She came up to her classroom barreling through the door hard enough that it swung back smacking the wall with a loud bang. The lecture hall was large, seats slowly rising up so that it could fill 500 per class. Her class however only was about 50, scattered among the sea of dark blue fabric seats, but felt like 500 when all their eyes flashed to her.

Rey could feel her cheeks redden at the attention muttering out a soft sorry closing the door behind her. When she turned again her eyes snapped to Professor Snoke, a tall but fragile looking man. He was pale enough that his veins scattered his skin like bruises, his long face shadowed and gaut. He was intimidating in look as well as voice.

“Nice of you to join us Rey” His dark menacing voice reverberated around the auditorium. Rey felt herself shrink back, her blush deepening to an almost purple red.

“So-sorry S-Sir” She stammered as she skipped up a couple steps to sit in the fifth row of seats hoping it was far enough that Snoke’s eyes wouldn’t linger.

“By all means waste all of our time” Snoke said as his eyes slithered along with her movements. Once she sat down he continued with his lesson.

Rey settled in her seat bringing out her laptop to take notes shrinking farther in her seat so that her face was covered by the screen. If Snoke didn’t take attendance she wouldn’t even show up to this class. It was her Astronomy 101 class, a necessary general education class that this Uni required.

She loved the class, even if it did make you show up one night a week to look through the telescope to match up constellations with the work they were doing. She always had a fascination with the stars, always intrigued her that there could be so much out there besides where she lived.

Lost in thought she almost didn’t hear the clearing of a throat next to her. In her abrupt entrance she didn’t realize she had actually sat directly next to another student. She looked over to see a tall raven haired man. Must have been in his late twenties, lean muscles and long legs that touched the back of the chair in front of him. His hair was touching his shoulders and looked smooth and shined.

His eyes a soft brown that she could swim in for hours, his hair falling into his eyes enough that he ran a hand through it to move it out of the way. She watched fascinated as his muscles seemed to ripple from the movement. He wore a black cotton tee with dark jeans, simple but suited him well.

She hadn’t realized she was staring until he cleared his throat again. “What?” she asked coming out of a daze.

The raven haired man had a ghost of a smile at her response, “ I said quite an entrance” his voice running over her like silk. She shook her head, how was this guy having such an affect on her.

“ Classic me” her words dripping with sarcasm. The raven haired man’s smile grew to a smirk, something Rey couldn’t help but think was rare for him.

“I’ve noticed” He said turning back to the front of the class obviously a good student. She couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her chest at his words.